"MMMMMHHHHHH!"
I moaned uncontrollably as a beefy trucker slid his huge fuck-stick in and out of my tight asshole. Slung over the dingy sink at a truck stop bathroom at the edge of town, I felt my tender puck getting roughly used by that enormous prick. In the dirty cracked mirror, I could see the husky trucker dude sweating and staring at my gorgeous ass as he plowed me intently, his heavy nutsack smacking against it again and again. He had thrown open his flannel button-down, revealing his brawny chest covered in a fine pelt of hair, his unbuckled jeans fallen around his ankles as he gave me a donging worth remembering. Looking into my own emerald eyes, I felt consumed by his colossal cock, needing the release that came from having a dripping dick inside me, banging me until I could barely remember my name.
This had been my life for the last little while, a never ending parade of spunk and sex from morning till night. My hot frat boy roommate Dan had taken to inviting over four or five friends every day, who would party and then pound one another with their giant cocks, bringing me into their sex-capades, along with Amir, who was coming by often, as well as another delivery dude or two. Our house was basically a non-stop gay orgy space, open and available to all comers, especially if they came a lot. Even in the midst of this mind-blowing display of hard muscles and boy cream, I kept thinking of myself as a regular guy who just happened to have fallen in to this crazy erotic world, seduced by its never-ending pleasures. Parts of me knew that wasn't so, but it was easier to believe that than face the bestial call inside me to get filled with as much meat as possible.
The trucker banging me placed his calloused hand on my shoulder so that he could rail me harder. He grunted as he rode me, throwing back his head and sending his wild hair in all directions. One of the frat dudes had mentioned this truck stop during our escapades, telling me it was a place to get easy dick any time of day, though I hadn't planned to ever come by. But now, as jizz dripped down my crack----contributions from the six or so previous truckers who had banged me in here earlier----I knew that this fuck factory was going to become part of my stomping grounds, if only to satisfy my constant cravings for cock. Already, I was totally addicted to the seedy surroundings and the general smell of cum. With a final powerful thrust, the trucker shoved his long dong deep into my crack, shivering and rolling back his eyes as he fired a huge helping of splooge into my rear, setting off a chain reaction that had my huge hard-on shooting off its own barrage of boy batter.
Wow, Troy, I thought to myself later as I drove to the pizza shop where I worked, you sure have come a long way since the days of being a totally straight dolt just trying to make some easy cash in this college town. Now, my eyes couldn't stop catching sight of hot dads jogging in tight shorts or stacked studs stretching as they left the gym. Some part of me still insisted that I was just checking out their athletic physiques out of curious jock interest. But the twitching in my asshole as images of their huge schlongs played in my brain shone a harsh light on such follies. Still, I couldn't help smiling to myself and thinking, well, maybe this is all an accident. Maybe I fell into some other much gayer dude's life and was simply stumbling my way through a wonderland of wonderful boning.
The pizza store was curiously empty when I got there. Usually, my hulking Greek boss was there to greet me, grinning at me with his beautiful bearded face and somehow finding reasons to get naked and caress me lewdly. But now there was just a big pile of pizza boxes with a note on top in his handwriting. It told me to get in my executive delivery outfit and deliver this tower to a bar nearby called 'The Sacred Fool.' Feeling somehow disappointed that I wasn't getting to say hi to my beefy friendly boss, I grabbed the order and headed out.
The Sacred Fool is our small university town's most well-known gay bar. There had to have been others, considering how much hot dong was always being offered around here, but this was really the only one known to me. I'd never thought about stepping inside before, but now, sitting with the pizza van's leather seat rubbing against my jock-strapped butt cheeks, I began to imagine the ridiculous sex scene that was probably going to greet me the moment I entered. The place probably had the lights turned down way low, smoke and mattresses everywhere, maybe even one of those leather slings I'd read about. And (I imagined) probably a line of enormous cocks just waiting to get serviced by my soft mouth and hole, each of them drizzling a steady stream of savory precum as they waited. My own substantial stiffie was growing in the pouch of my jockstrap, my quivering puck itching in anticipation of the joys it might receive. Man, I had only just left the fuck stop bathroom and already I was horned up like crazy again.
Hefting the pizza boxes, I stood outside the bar, feeling the warm sun on my nearly-naked hide. I exhaled, thinking about how crossing into this place was like heading over a threshold. Once on the other side, I was going to have to accept who I really was.
And yet, once I entered, I was greeted with a pretty boring surprise. The Sacred Fool didn't look like a crazy pit of epic boning. It looked like a normal bar. There was a rack of alcohol bottles, some booths and tables, and, aside from a rainbow flag tacked up on one wall, it wasn't all that different from any other bar I'd been to in my life. Since it was still early in the day, the space was actually fairly empty, just a couple patrons nursing beers here and there. Feeling a bit exposed in my skimpy jockstrap, I walked over to the bartender.
"Cute costume," he said, scanning my well-toned body. "Are you supposed to be a sexy pizza delivery dude?"
He seemed really nice, drying a pint glass as he smiled at me with his unshaven face and kind hazel eyes. He was wearing a tank top that showed he had nicely developed arms but, honestly, he wasn't cut to the max like so many of the gay dudes I'd met recently. The paunch of his beer belly rose beneath the black shirt and his overall look was kind of disheveled. As I set down my pizza tower, he fixed me in a wide grin.
"You looking for something, hon?" he asked.
"Uhh." I scratched my head. "I know this sounds funny but I kind of thought there would be an orgy going on in here."
The bartender let loose a laugh. "This your first time in a gay bar? What are you, straight?"
I took a seat on one of the comfortable stools, feeling warmed by his kind joshing. A strange feeling fluttered in my chest.
"Actually, I used to think that. But now I'm not so sure anymore."
The bartender poured me a beer and handed it over. "Ah, confused. Yeah, we get your kind in here sometimes."
Taking a pull, I explained that it wasn't exactly confusion I was feeling. In fact, there was at least one thing I was certain of at the point----I was a cockhound, a cum dumpster, a hornbag, a bang bunny, a sex machine, a lewd dude in need of huge dicks in my tight hole, a jizz-addicted animal ready to fuck and get fucked any time of the day.
"I always just thought of myself as an ordinary, happy-go-lucky guy. But lately I'm realizing I might be a slut."
Raising his eyebrows, the bartender smiled at me. "Are the two mutually exclusive?"
Just then, a door in the back of the bar opened and a muscle-bound bodybuilder strutted out, his ginormous schlong standing proudly erect in front of his naked body. I could see that he had come from a small outdoor space that looked lively and crowded, with deep thumping music emerging from the door. The bartender pointed in that direction.
"I think that's the place you're looking for."
Heading back there with my haul of pizzas, I stepped into a ridiculous scene. The covered alley behind the bar was well-hidden by the building on one side and a bunch of potted plants on the other. Warm sunlight filtered through the space, which was jam-packed with stacked dudes. Most were conversing with other guys, holding beers, a few with cigars or joints, pretty much everyone shirtless or, more often than not, completely in the buff. The atmosphere was lively and friendly, a general kicked-back attitude going around, with a heavy undercurrent of erotic energy. By now, I was well-versed in knowing a sex space when I see one, noticing the guys caressing each other's thighs, pressing in for kisses, occasionally down on their knees, taking dongs to their face.
The crowd was especially nice to me, whistling as I walked by, calling out to tell me I looked really hot hauling the boxes in my jock, making jokes about 'extra sausage' as I went farther along. The compliments made me feel powerful. Soon I was strutting, smiling, and shaking my toned ass. I gladly accepted touches on my sculpted chest and arms, knowing that I was desired, that I could get any dick in the room if I wanted. I realized that I genuinely got off on being admired, the center of sexual attention, as more and more eyes turned my way.
Reaching a table, I set down my stack. A hot hippie dude completely buck naked was leaning against the table, holding a massive blunt and pint of beer. He had a beautiful beard, hair that came down past his shoulders, and body hair that spread over his chest, pooled around his crotch and rear, and covered his legs in a wonderful dusting. He smelled of patchouli and B.O. His eyes were mega-bloodshot as he gave me a goofy grin.
"Sup, dude?" he said, glancing at the boxes. "Killer! Za."
I looked him up and down, enjoying every inch of his body, especially his long half-hard dong, with its head hidden by a foreskin cloak, a steady drizzle of precum leaking out its tip onto his bushy nutsac. Hefting my own beer, I cheers-ed his drink.
"Hey man, you want some of this?" he asked, offering the end of the blunt.
Gladly, I took the stogie and sucked in a massive hit. Instantly, my brain felt lighter, my body more attuned to the swirling passions surrounding us both. More than anything, I wanted to kiss this adorable stoner. I shuffled closer as I passed the blunt back, letting my exposed leg rub up against his. He responded by throwing an arm around my shoulder.
"Damn, dude," he said. "You are just about the cutest thing I've seen in some time."
"Thanks, man." I felt a fluttering in my stomach. "But look, I've got this problem. Think you can help me out?"
He gave me a crooked smile. "For sure."
I looked around at the crowd, seeing the bounty of incredible physiques on display, the tender touches, the manly caresses, the promise of amazing boning that was about to ensue.
"It's just that I've got this funny itch in my ass," I said to the hippie, turning to show him my stunning butt and tugging at my jockstrap straps. "Anything you can do about that?"
At that he laughed and, without waiting, dove straight into my aching crack, sending his tongue right into my twitching hole. OHHH YEAH, it was fucking amazing to feel his lips on my tender puck, his mouth basically French kissing my nether regions. He was a master rimmer, knowing exactly what was needed to get me wet and wild, my hardening cock starting to pull at the sheer fabric of my jock.
"GOD DAMN!" said the hippie, coming up for air and smacking my right cheek. "This is the best ass I've ever had."
And so he went back for more, really getting up in my crevice and tossing my salad for all it was worth. As my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I arched my behind to give him more access. Some guys nearby shouted out cheers for the performance. I intended to give them a great show before the afternoon was over, one with full audience participation as its main attraction.
The hippie stood and insisted I do him, bending over and peeling apart his hairy butt-cheeks so that his hole was practically winking at me. I got right down to business, licking that luscious opening and jacking his gigantic uncut dick, which was now fully erect and jutting out beneath him. Pretty soon, I could feel how open he was to receiving my tongue and figured that I might as well get some plowing in myself. Peeling off my jockstrap, I placed the huge head of my prick right against his tight puck.
"OH HELL YEAH, BRO!" he called. "Give me that incredible cock. I want to feel you sliding up inside me."
No sooner had he said this than I was balls-deep in his crack, his snug chute wrapped around my enormous dong as waves of bliss swept out from my groin to the rest of my body. The weed had lubed my brain and my spit had lubed his asshole, and I felt a cosmic connection as I began to go to town on his amazing pucker. The two of us grunted and groaned in unison and I leaned down to feel my chest on his back while grabbing his hard cock for a reach-around. One of the beefy gawkers watching us from the side was by now riled up enough to step up to the plate and offer his substantial meat to the hippie's front end. The hippie swallowed that hot dong straight to the hilt, clearly loving to be surrounded on both sides by muscles and dick.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I wouldn't mind sharing that ass. Smiling, I pulled out from the hippie and jacked myself while watching his hole get stretched by this newcomers enormous cock. I had grown jealous watching him be in the center of so much amazing action and walked off in search of further ways to satisfy my burning lust.
That's when I spotted exactly what I'd been fantasizing about----a leather sling slung up from the roof of this side yard, with a bunch of dudes just milling around waiting for someone to get in it and get donged.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked, giving those around a wily smile.
There were definitely no objections to me getting in the sling. In fact, a few of the strapping men helped me in, getting me adjusted and comfortable and then placing their thick dicks in easy reach of my hands and mouth. Pretty quickly, I was dong-stuffed, a regular rotation of enormous cocks sliding through my hands and entering my needy mouth. I felt an offering whacking against my crack as my legs were splayed up in the air. Its owner was a stud, a jacked otter probably around my age, with a shaved head and stunning mustache. His schlong was colossal, stretching my hole to the fullest as he delivered that hefty shaft into my ass. CHRIST, this was what made life worth living, a steady supply of dude stank and sex. I was high both from the earlier blunt and from the extensive banging I now receiving.
The sling was amazing, placing me at the perfect height for the otter to rail me, letting me feel his every powerful thrust into my aroused asshole. He held on to my huge boner as he plowed me, sending me to cloud nine as pre-jizz spurted from my dickhead. Each cock that entered my mouth was delightful, with some dudes taking it nice and easy and others grabbing my head and face fucking the shit out of me. It was one of the best experiences I'd had up to this point in my new fantasy life.
All too soon, the otter came, filling my chute up with a healthy deposit of boy cream. But there was no short supply of ready and willing guys waiting to take their turn with me. Time lost all meaning as I took load after load in my ass and throat, getting extremely well-used as the life of the party here in this crazy side alley. At one point, I looked up from the large dick I was sucking to see that the kindly bartender had come back here and was standing with his dong out, about to enter my hole. His piece was a monster, maybe twelve inches in length, and thick enough that I knew it was going to be a challenge, even for a slut like me. The bartender smiled and hesitated, as if to say, are you ready? I just nodded, knowing that nothing would make me happier than to receive that giant cock.
As the tip of his beast touched my quivering puck, I sighed, breathing to help its passage in, but knowing already that I was a pro. There was a moment of intense pressure as his head stretched my sphincter----but one that I absolutely loved----and then his python just kept sliding in, inch after marvelous inch, until I could feel his crotch pressed against my cheeks. His balls were ridiculous, heavy and enormous, and they slapped my butt as he began to buck in and out of my compartment. I was floating through the heavens as he fucked me, completely in an alternate state of being, feeling his gargantuan junk repeatedly slam into my ass, rubbing up against my prostate with perfect accuracy. I moaned and wriggled my hips, trying to capture as much of that magnificent meat as I could.
Pretty soon, I couldn't take it any more and went over the edge, a huge orgasm exploding through my entire body. Cum splattered from my cock, spraying over my abs and chest, hitting my face, and coating some of the dudes nearby with sticky jism. The bartender didn't stop, thrusting ever more forcefully inside me, banging me like a champ, and so I came again, a second helping practically as big as the first splattering over my frame and the crowd. With a big grin, the bartender kept going, reaming my ass with his gigantic prick, going in and out again and again. There was a mounting feeling in my groin, a moment of ridiculous ecstasy, and then I nutted a third time, this deliverance practically making me pass out as my schlong shot off like a sprinkler and covered the bartender's face and body. That, and the continuous twitching in my chute, was probably enough for him. Licking my cum from his lips, he pressed all the way inside me and fired off so much cream that I could feel it immediately gush out from between my cheeks. The riled up dudes around us cheered and yelled like cowboys.
Getting up, I shook myself and planted a sweet kiss on the bartender's lips. As he handed me a stack of money, the otter and the hippie came over to embrace me as well. After making out with the both of them, I invited them back to my house for some more fun later, and the three of us went striding out from the bar arm in arm.
Wooh! Well that was another crazy epic. Dumb delivery jock has definitely learned some things about himself and the world. This is going to be my second-to-last entry for a while. Coming up in the next chapter is an event many of you have been waiting for and asking about. Hopefully, we'll see it soon! More comments always welcome at sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com. Please support Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/