The city had just been closing in on me of late, and I realized that if I didn't get away, somewhere, anywhere, then I'd soon end up in a rubber room somewhere, singing harmony with those "voices", lol. Ya, I know. It sounds trite, but sometimes, you just absolutely have to just get out, take a break, and unwind a bit if you have any hope of forging ever onward. That's where I was that particular day, and since I had a week of vacation coming, the time was now! I wasn't at all sure where I was headed, but that really didn't matter so much as just not being here. I tossed in my basic camping gear, threw my kayak on top of the car, and just headed off in the general direction of the Ozark mountains. Aside from being borderline neurotic from the general state of things in my life, I was also so fucking horny I couldn't function right. While I knew that being alone in the deep woods wouldn't even come close to all the kinky shit I was craving, at least I might be able to find a really deserted place to pitch camp, where I could at lease wander naked in the woods, spank my monkey whenever I felt the urge, and work on my all over tan. It took most of a day to even get deep into the Ozarks, and as I navigated one winding, deserted, roller coaster road after another, I truly had no idea just where I was, much less where I was going. Soon, it was too dark to possibly enjoy the drive, so I pulled off at the first wide spot, and caught a couple of hours of sleep in my car. As the sun was just popping up over the ridge to the East, I was just popping out've the car in dire need of something wet to drink, I couldn't help but notice the incredible spot I'd accidentally picked to overnight at. I was really high up, at some sort of scenic overlook spot, and below me was one of the famous, meandering, crystal clear Ozark rivers. From my elevated perch, I could just make out a clearing several hundred feet below, where the river passed on one side, wandered about a mile in a big, sweeping turn, and then passed by again on the other side. WOW! If I could make it to that spot, I could put my kayak in on one side, and float all the way around the bend, and then take it out again with in a hundred yards of where I put it at. Needless to say, I made a bee line too that distant spot, or at least tried too.. As it happened, it wasn't at all easy to get too. I had to pull my car off to the side of the road, and portage in all of my gear nearly a mile. But OMG what a magnificent spot. I was exhausted, dripping with sweat, and already craving a long, cold dip in the beautiful little river. I basically just dumped my gear, immediately stripped off all of my clothes, and waded in to my waste. Dam that was cold, brrrr. My nuts & cock where shriveling faster's worms at a fishing retreat. But ohhhhh that cool water was just heaven. In fact, I saw no reason not to just lay out a huge beach towel, and let the sun dry my naked body, slowly, peacefully, just as I'd hoped. So, that's just exactly what I did. Ummm, just what the doctor ordered, ahhh. In fact, it was so peaceful and relaxing, that before I knew it, I'd actually dozed off there in the clearing, buck naked, and soaking up the warm sun. I have no idea how long I'd laid there, when suddenly I was awakened by noise. It was a sharp, scraping noise, like something being dragged over rocks. I was still really groggy, but sat up, and looked around to see just what had intruded onto my secluded beach. Well, guess what? It was something being drug over gravel. It was a man in a kayak, who'd apparently floated down the river, and stopped on my gravel bar to take a break. He was fairly young, I'd guess maybe twenty or so, dark hair, swimmers build
wearing short shorts and sneakers, and walking straight towards me. Well, I hadn't yet unpacked, and the only clothes handy were dirty, sweaty, and basically disgusting , so I offered him the truth as my defense, and said "hello. I hope my nakedness doesn't offend you. I just arrived, and don't yet have any clean clothes unpacked". As he approached, I could see his eyes taking in my nakedness, tip to toes. And unless I read his gaze wrong, his took just a bit of extra time assessing my semi hard, 8" cock, my flat tummy, blond pubic bush, muscular torso, and precociously spread legs. And even though I could tell that he didn't mean too, he failed to totally suppress a bit of a grin. He saw that I'd noticed his grin, and then just busted out laughing. He took a step back, and replied, I'm sorry, but the irony in what you just said was just too dammed funny. No, I absolutely won't let your being buck naked bother me a bit, so long as you won't let my being gay, and suddenly horny, bother you. At that, I also just busted a gut laughing, reached out my hand in greeting, and said "OK, let's start over. My name is Sam, I'm gay too. At that, all the tension of the moment just evaporated, and I dug into my pile of gear, pulled out a chair, offered it to him, and said "if you can give me just a minute to find it, I can also offer you a cold beer to enjoy from that chair" He grinned huge, slipped out've his short shorts, plopped into the offer chair, and said "Sam, my name is Chad, and I'm dammed glad to make your acquaintance. I'll not only gladly accept your offer, but if you don't mind, I'll also impose on you to share your au natural gravel beach for a bit, and we can work on our tans together." Needless to say, my eyes were glued to everything that the removal of those shorts exposed, and I dam sure wasn't disappointed. If I thought he looked good wearing those shorts, he looked absolutely delicious out've them, GRRR. My first thought was, how did he manage to keep that huge, thick, meaty cock in those tiny shorts? I had always considered my 8" cock nicely proportioned
but his made mine look like a gherkin in comparison. And from the way it was growing, either it was just glad to be free, or Chad was liking something about me too. If fact, his cock sprung to rigid attention so fast, that he was actually a bit embarrassed. He asked, may I borrow a beach towel to lay on, and I'll try not to burrow too deep while I wait for this unexpected woody to ease up some? At that I busted out laughing, and said back to him, "Chad, this is a totally impromptu escape on my part. I just hopped in my car, drove forever, and honestly don't even have a clue exactly where I am. And probably the main reason I did it, was because I was, and still am, so fucking horny that I can't see straight. And suddenly, you pop in, and show me the most gorgeous cock I've seen in years, dangle it in front of me like a T-bone in front of a putt bull, and then ask if you can borrow something of mine to make it go away. No fucking way guy, lol. Please, at the very least let me enjoy looking at it, fantasizing about all the things I'd love to do with it
or more precisely have it do to me. Hell, just the kinky fantasies I'll have while admiring it will make your visit an absolute joy. The instant I spoke the word "kinky", I saw him suddenly sit up just a bit, and turn towards me in heightened interest. Hmm, he said. Just what kind of Kinky thoughts does perusing my hard cock cause you to have? I thought for a moment, and replied. Chad, normally, I'd be very reluctant to discuss my kinks openly. But, since I'm a gazillion miles from home, and since about the only downside I can imagine is that you might not let me take that gorgeous cock of yours deep into my throat and use my mouth & tongue to release all that tension in it, what the hell. I might as well reveal my kinky cravings. Actually, they've been nearly an obsession of late. I suppose that's what being really horny, and doing without, can cause. But, basically, I'm a socially assertive, but secretly unbelievably submissive, closet bondage slut, that absolutely craves being bound, blindfolded, and just fucking raped, HARD! Ya, I know. And if that's not kinky enough, I'm also really wanting to explore water sports, BIG TIME, eat out some tight, pink ass holes, and if the opportunity ever presented itself, I'd absolutely just fucking love to be bound, blindfolded, and literally gang raped, but 10 or 12 hard cocks, without ever even seeing their faces. As soon as I'd finished saying that, I pretty much expected Chad to politely thank me, and ease on out've camp. But he didn't! Instead, he just smiled. It was a big, somewhat wicked smile. And then, he rolled over onto his stomach, spread his legs, and said to me, "talks cheap slut. But if you really mean it, eat my ass". At this, he grabbed a second towel, rolled it up, and slid it under his stomach to gently arch his back, raising up his hips and exposing his open crotch, including a hot, pink, puckered little butt hole that was making my tongue hard already. I had all day, so there was no need to hurry. I gently caressed his inner thighs as I eased my face down into his ass, letting my warm breath tease his delicate taint & butt hole. I then probed gently between his butt cheeks with my hungry tongue. Instantly, I could feel him tensing a bit, and drawing in his knees to further present me his exposed, and absolutely hungry ass. I firmly grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spread them wide apart, and slipped my tongue just as far up that tight, throbbing sphincter as I could probe. Then, I eased it back out, and just rimmed, tickled, and teased that delicate tissue for several, wonderful minutes. The cooing, ohhhing, and UMMMM, noises made it absolutely clear that he was just loving every lick. Then , I again forced my tongue up his butt, this time even further than before, perhaps a full inch or so. I kept it there one long moment, then gently withdrew it. Then again I thrust in my tongue, this time just a bit deeper yet. With this thrust, I finally started actually tasting that first somewhat rank, then sensually musky taste of another man's ass. Unless you've actually done it, there's really no way to fully describe it. You get the faint whiff of excrement, along with sweat, saliva, any available lube if you have it. Since we were just using my saliva, his ass was basically all I smelled and tasted, and I was just loving it! I was just burying my mouth & face up his taught, hot ass, and shoving in my tongue into it for all it was worth. If it's even possible to physically pound another mans ass with your tongue, then that's what I was doing to Chad. And from that position, his rock hard, throbbing cock was showing me just how much he was loving it. After what was probably ten minutes, but seemed like an hour, my tongue was just exhausted, and I had to slowly back away, roll over, and sigh. As I did, I felt his muscles also relax, and he laid back down flat on his stomach, then slowly rolled over onto his back, sending his enormous erection wobbling straight towards the sky. He looked at me and grinned, then said "you do realize that your entire face is now covered with what appears to be dried saliva, with maybe a few flecks of shit in your mustache? At that, I also grinned, and said, "so"? I fucking loved eating your ass, and if all of my kinks are as hot as that was, I may never go back home. At that, he just grinned, and said, "well you little slut, don't get to relaxed, because you'll get more chances to eat my ass again, soon. But first, I know that I really need to take a huge piss. Ya, I also remember you saying you are curious to explore water sports, but I also know that if you haven't tried it before, the very first time you do, you'll puss out the minute you get that taste in your throat. If not for that, I'd help you by pissing all over your head, and into your mouth. I'd also perked up at the mention of his sudden need to piss, but I'd never before heard of the "pussing out the first time" thing. I told him, wow, I'd never even pondered that. Honestly, it really is something I really do want to experience. Hopefully en mass. He though a bit, and then shook his head, and said, naw, I just know you'd change your mind the minute it hit your throat, and then you'd immediately want to stop everything. I'm sure he noticed the disappointment in my expression. He then added. I'm really sorry Sam, if you knew of some way that once we started, you couldn't back out, then I'd be happy to flood your throat with my warm piss. But, if you have any ideas, they'd better come fast, cuz I need to pee. I grinned, and said, Chad, wanna tie me up first, so I have absolutely no choice but to just endure whatever you do to/with me? He pondered that a bit, scratched his chin, and said hmmm, that just might be an option. Do you have any rope? I beamed with pride, and said "you betcha", and quickly pulled out about 50 feet of 1/4" diameter, braided nylon rope, and a long, silk scarf. Here I offered, choose your poison. He took them both, examined each, then started looking around our little clearing for just the right spot in which to initiate me to golden showers, and a warm piss gargle. At the edge of the clearing was a downed tree, about 8" in diameter. A bare section of tree trunk ran parallel to the ground for about 6 feet. It was about 30' above the ground, with long, soft grass below. He instructed me to kneel in front of that tree, with the horizontal trunk section right against my stomach. I was excited, and naturally did exactly as I was told to do. He then took the braided rope, and securely tied it to both of wrists, pulled them out straight from my sides, and tied them off to adjacent trees. Just as he was finishing, it dawned on me just what a helpless, totally deserted, defenseless and vulnerable position I'd just let myself me coerced into. Given the way he had me bound, there was absolutely no way in hell I'd be able to free myself should I decide I needed too. That's also when I suddenly heard a totally new, wicked, scary tone in his voice. He moved directly in front of me, cackled wickedly, and said right to my face, "you're my total fucking cunt now slave. You're gonna lick my ass clean when I shit, drink my piss like a toilet, suck my cock whenever I feel like a long, deep blowjob, either swallow, or wear my cum. Also, your hot little ass just became the public cunt in these parts, available 24/7 for any hard cock that gets the urge to fuck you up the ass. As he finished, he just smiled the most evil, wicked grin I've ever seen, and honestly scared the shit right out've me. Oh my God, what am I in for now? As he finished, he picked up the silk scarf, and wrapped it really tightly around my face, clamping shit both of my eyes, and leaving me totally blinded. Then I heard his foot steps wandering around the clearing, followed by a tree limb breaking. I heard him approach, then a moment of silence, followed by a totally unexpected, sharp, searing pain across my back. He used a downed tree limb to make a switch, and was now proceeding to whip my naked, helpless body. Each successive lash stung like gasoline in an open wound, eeewwwwyyyy, dam that hurt! Whack, whack, whack, whip, whip, lash, again, and again. He whipped my back a bit, then worked his way down to my bare ass, where he seemed to delight in making me jump, wince, and try futily to avoid his brutal lashings. Then, as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped. Then he said in a very serious, deliberate voice. Sam, you should by know that you are absolutely dependent on me. You are so far out in the sticks that If I don't choose to release you, your body might never be found, and you'd die in no time out here, all bound up like this. The point I'm making is, until I choose to untie you, you had better do EVERYTHING I say, EXACTLY as I command you to do, or else! If I tell you to suck my cock, and you decide to bite down on it, I'll cut your throat, and leave ya here. And if I want my ass rimmed, boy, you rim it, ya'hear? Still feeling the zinging sting his whipping across my back and ass, I very deliberately replied, yes sir. I do understand, and I will do everything you command to the very best of my ability. Silence. Then, I felt him grabbing a full handful of my longish, blond hair, firmly pull my head forward a bit, and just hold it there. Then I felt it, slap, slap, whap. He was cock slapping my helpless face with his semi hard cock. Then he stopped, and commanded me, lick the head bitch! Still holding a full hand full of my hair, he positioned his cock just close enough to my mouth to allow me to get the helmet in my mouth, but no more. He stopped as I started gently licking the underside of his thick, cut cock.
In fact, it was large enough in diameter to nearly fill my mouth, ummm. I have to confess, I absolutely love sucking men's cocks, so if this is the worst, I actually might like this. But, it wasn't the worst. Not even close! Without warning, he abruptly used that hand full of hair to viciously jam the full length of his huge cock all the way down my throat. UGHHH. He clamped down on my head, and just held it there, absolutely gagging me, totally unable to breath. Just as I thought I might pass out, he yanked his cock out've mouth, spun around, and said to me, good boy. I like the way you suck that cock bitch! Now, like my ass, again, and this time like you want it for dinner. With that, he spun around, spread his butt cheeks as wide as he could, and backed his ass into my face. I was totally blinded by the scarf, and had to literally use my tongue to feel my way to his pink hole Actually, it wasn't hard to find. I did exactly as he commanded, using my tongue to literally clean his butt hole, ream it out, and then continually just probe & lick it as I supposed him to want. At one point, as was really getting into this ass licking, he reached behind him, grabbed my head, and just shoved it hard up his butt, nearly choking me
With his ass cheeks pulled tightly to my face, it nearly impossible to breath, much less be his male toilet. But, somehow I managed, and then he literally shocked the hell out've me. In my blind, bound, helpless position, I then heard the tones of a cell phone. What the fuck! How the hell does he have cell phone service clear out here? After he'd finished dialing, he spoke into the phone. He said, "hey, Bill. You'll never guess what I found out here in the woods, and I have it ready & available just over the North ridge from camp. I found myself a hot, good looking, well hung city boy, who is both a bondage slut, and craves being gang fucked and experiencing water sports. And right now, I have him buck naked, all tied up and blindfolded, and just waiting for you and everyone you can round up in camp, to pop your viagras, and haul ass over the ridge for a hot night of serious gang fucking on this bitch! And Bill, tell everyone to drink lot's of water, k. We wanna give him a golden urination initiation that he'll never forget! And I can already vouch for his cock sucking skills. Hurry your asses up, and let's find out what else he's good at. I'm about to make him squeal! Hearing that absolutely crushed any thoughts I'd been having of just sucking Chad's cock, and being released. Christ! It appeared that all of my kinkiest fantasies were not only going to be realized, but I'd likely experience them in ways I not only wouldn't enjoy, but very possibly might not even survive. I honestly had no idea what they might opt to do to, or with me, but if I ever hoped to get away, I'd dammed sure better not only do exactly as I was told, but seem to truly like it, and want more. Any other actions might make releasing me a risk, and if even one of these yokels was of a mind, I could end up dead, and my body never even found. And no one would ever be the wiser, and they knew that! But, before I learned anymore, Chad had plans for right now. He pushed me forward, leaning me over that 8" diameter, horizontal section of tree, and started checking out my ass. He sucked up a mouthful of spit, and spat in into my butt hole. Then I felt his finger firmly spreading the spit around my tight sphincter, slipping first one, then two fingers up my ass, probing ever deeper, twisting, prodding, very deliberately stretching my butt to accommodate his huge cock.
Suddenly, he slid both fingers out've my ass, grabbed my hair, and shoved them into my mouth, saying lick em clean bitch! I hadn't taken a shit all day, and suddenly, that seemed very relevant. There was fresh excrement on his fingers, now in my mouth. Apparently, I wasn't licking fast enough, as he used his other hand to reach around me, and grab my dangling balls, and twist. Owweee. I said lick em clean cunt! I do not care if it's the shit from your ass on my fingers, you lick it off! And I did. This was a taste I'd never, EVER, imagined myself sampling. My own shit. Actually, the taste wasn't as bad as the smell, but in just moments my nose had moved past that new sensation, and it basically licked off of his fingers about like peanut butter would. And as it came free, I somehow managed to swallow it, again. As I cleaned those two fingers though, my mind started wondering what else I'd be licking my own shit off of before morning. After I'd absolutely polished both of Chad's fingers, he slowly dew them out've my mouth, and then very softly spoke. He whispered into my ear, Sam, you told me you were absolutely craving this. So far, I haven't done anything to serious, and absolutely nothing that you didn't want done. But, unbeknownst to you, there is a clothing optional, gay, men's camp just over that ridge to the north. The man I called, Bill, will be arriving soon, with the 10- to 12, hard, horny cocks, just like you said you were wanting to be gang fucked by. This is your last chance to quietly change your mind. Do you actually want to experience this, including all of these guys ravaging you in some kinky ways you probably never even imagined? If so, just nod in the affirmative, and I'll proceed to just fuck your brains out, cunt! Just then, I knew I wouldn't die here, regardless of just what else I might do, lol. Plus, dam those fingers had felt soooooo good up my ass, ummm. I thought some more, then very deliberately nodded yes. Then said to Chad. Go ahead, FUCK ME BITCH, I can take anything you've got! Oh My God, what had I done?
There was another moment of silence, again broken sharply be the searing, sudden pain of a bare hand just brutally slapping my bare ass, whack, whack, whack. Had I pissed him off with my comment, eeeooowwwwhh. Dam that hurt. Just then I heard voices approaching, followed by multiple sets of foot steps. And lots of ummms, and dams, and oh mys. Next I felt several sets of hands exploring my naked, blind, bound n helpless body. One hand was assessing the weight of my hardening cock by tugging & stroking on it. Another was teasing my ass hole with his fingertips. Duh, what do you suppose his next move will be? Someone else started amusing themselves by clamping onto my nipples, and viciously pinching & twisting them. As each twist became more vicious than the last, my wincing and crying out also became more intense. Little did they know that so did the pleasure, hehehe. I hadn't told them about my rhino hide nipples, or how excited nipple torture made me. Dam the good luck
Someone was less patient then the rest, and just immediately crammed his cock into my mouth, and clamped down on my head, steadily face fucking me like his own, inflatable doll. And as he did, his moderately sized cock expanded, growing steadily, and soon totally filling my throat, uuuggghhh. He didn't care a bit. He was enjoying the warm, wet, mouth & tongue that were steadily pleasuring his horny cock. He just grabbed me below each ear, and steadily face fucked me, in, out, in, out, like an ever quickening metronome in my mouth. I no time at all I felt him tense, stop, shudder all over his body, then thrust all the fucking way down my throat, and just hold there, immediately squirting a huge, massive load of warm, chalky cum into my mouth. I not only felt it erupting in my throat, but I swear I actually heard it squirt. I flowed up from the base of my throat, totally filling my mouth and over flowing down my chin. If I hadn't been able to breath through my nose I'd have drowned in cum. But he wasn't done. He released a second, slightly less voluminous eruption, again draining en mass down my chin and running onto my neck & chest. He squirted twice more, but in much smaller amounts, then just relaxed, commanding me to gently milk it dry as his satisfied cock slowly softened in my throat. Naturally, I did just exactly as I was told, but most of his stored up load had already been blasted out've his cum filled balls, and was now either drying on my chest, or still running down my chin. What I could, I swallowed
And to be honest, that was quite a bit. As strange as this might sound, I love swallowing a hot load of a man's cum, ummm. This was just erupting into my mouth faster than I could possibly swallow it. As it became apparent that he'd been totally milked dry, still he just relaxed, and kept clamping my head in his hands, filling my throat with his now limp, but still large cock. And to be honest, sucking this guy off had taken a bit of time, and I was wondering why no one had proceeded to start fucking my up the ass yet. I started to suspect that they were waiting, and watching, but being totally blind I couldn't yet Devine what they might be waiting for. The answer came all at once, in a steady stream of warm piss, shooting down my throat. He'd kept his cock in my mouth to use it as his urinal after feeding me his full load of cum. I was taking it all in my mouth, regardless of whether I wanted too or not. His cock was already deep in my throat, and he had my head firmly in his solid grip. Initially, it was simply a new taste in my throat. A bit salty, perhaps a mite pungent, but not altogether bad. It was a warm fluid. Nothing at all like the cold beer I'd had earlier. I'd honestly been hoping to get someone to piss in my mouth, but somehow I hadn't quite envisioned that it would happen quite like this. I quickly became apparent that this guy had a bladder full, and I would be getting it all. I did manage to swallow several gulps, but the flow just kept coming, faster and faster. It was way more than I could keep up with by swallowing. What I couldn't swallow, overflowed my mouth, and just like his cum before, cascaded off of my chin and down my naked body. This eruption of piss from my mouth drew cheers and whoops from the bystanders. It sounded like they were really enjoying the show. Ad as he finally pulled his now drained, and limp dick out've my mouth, the rotation at my ass commenced. Thankfully, someone had thought to bring along a tube of lube, and immediately a felt two fingers of lube being generously applied to my captive ass hole. The fingers were basically just shoved up my butt, no gentleness what so ever. They were then twisted, poked in and out several times, again removed, and quickly replaced by someone's hard cock. I'll never know who it was that did me first, but I did hear them make several references to Bubba, like wait till Bubba rips him open, and "he'll dam sure know it when Bubba shoves that monster cock of his up his ass". But whoever this first guy was, he wasn't tiny. And I wasn't yet fully stretched. I felt a sharp pain as the head of his rock hard cock forced it's way past my protesting sphincter. And he didn't dawdle to wait for any stretching to happen either. He just jammed it to the hilt, all the way in, rearranging my insides as it went up my butt, and then feeling his hips slamming hard against my ass cheeks with each, hard, successive thrust into my ass. That was also when I seriously regretted not having taken a bif crap all day
My bowel was full, and his cock was making room where little existed, ouch! His hands were gripping my hips hard, slamming into me from behind. But, I really couldn't focus on the ass pounding I was taking, because immediately, another hard cock had rotated into the blowjob position, and forced it's way into my mouth. There were two hands digging into my hips facilitating my ass fucking, and two others firmly latching onto my head, using my available warm, wet mouth to please, service, and drain their hard cock. Odd what you think of at a time like that, but just then I was dearly wishing that somehow these tow men could get into rhythm, and rock me, instead of pounding me from opposite ends like a piece of meat needing tenderized. It also soon became apparent that the men pounding my ass were not using condoms. You can tell when all that cum erupts inside of you, instead of into a condom. Plus, I could each successive load oozing out've my ass as they pull out their cocks, and then slowly drain down my scrotum & balls as the next stud rotated in behind me. As I felt the first load oozing down my balls, and the now shrinking cock being pulled out've my ass, I also could hear him walking around to the front side of me, and since my mouth had just been vacated by yet another freshly drained cock, he shoved his into it, and commanded to me, lick all your shit off of it you worthless, nasty cunt! His cock wasn't hard now, but it wasn't totally soft yet either. And the smell was unmistakable. There were seriously large smears of my own shit on his cock, which was now in my mouth too. Someone else had already rotated to my ass, and slid in yet one more hard cock, so I had literally no options but to lick my own shit off the shrinking cock in my mouth, while someone else grabbed my hips and started hard fucking me up the ass. Again it was the smell that made it tough to do. But just like the first time, the smell faded quickly, and it became instead that oh so enjoyable task of simply sucking another mans cock, umm. Admittedly, feeling the bits & pieces of my own shit flake off of his dick and into my mouth was a bit different, but what choices did I have. And before the evening ended, I'd been forced to suck my shiht off of at least eight other hard cocks that night. Hmm, who'd of ever imagined it. I guess it's just like anything else, something you adjust to, and deal with. Without a doubt, the most trying event was Bubba, literally reaming open my tight ass, Whoever this guy was, I have no doubt his mama was a horse, or bigger. OMG was he big. And considering I'd already had six or seven other guys ahead of him, and was thoroughly stretched already, he must've been a fucking loaf! He absolutely wasn't to be denied though, and his cock was easily hard enough to get er done, even if it meant drawing blood. And I'm not too sure he didn't do just exactly that. But, eventually, he did blast past my ripping sphincter, and fill up my insides like a fucking freight train, UGH! Again, and again, thrusting in and out, pounding and pounding, until eventually even Bubba let it flow into my ass, ummmm. And then licking his horse cock clean was another challenge in itself, but since it wasn't my first, I think I was actually getting good at it by the time Bubba needed cleaned. I was actually making a feeble attempt to keep track of just how many hot loads I'd taken in my ass & mouth, until the pissing started in again. I would never have imagined just how hard it is to concentrate on what's happening at your ass, when you have another hard cock fucking you in the mouth, and someone starts pissing all over your head. While I fully expected to be pissed on beyond the initial dousing, I'd somehow assumed that they wait until I'd finished sucking them all off. Obviously, I was wrong. Apparently, these men already knew each other intimately, didn't mind being pissed on as they had their cocks sucked off. And there's no way that at least some of that gushing piss wasn't also splashing over my shoulders, and running down my back, onto the men pounding me up the ass. But if you've ever sucked a cock before, then you know the importance of being able to breath through your nose as the man meat dives down your throat. Well, when one or more men also opt to piss a steady stream or two onto your face as you suck another mans dick, breath control suddenly becomes critical
and keeping track of just how many men have rotated in and out've your helpless, blindfolded butt, just doesn't seem so important anymore. I did however find the saltiness of the piss irritating as it permeated the scarf around my head, and seeped into my eyes. Again, not a dam thing I could do about it, but keep sucking, breathing, and moving my ass to assist in the milking of each cock up my sore ass. I rotated my hands so that I could firmly grip the ropes that held me captive, pulling them in a passionate grasp as each successive load of hot cum spewed into my orifices and seemingly endless bladders full of warm piss cascaded over me. Then, suddenly between blow jobs, and totally unexpectedly, the face fucking stopped briefly, and someone was thoughtful enough to ask if I was thirsty. And sure enough, I was incredibly thirsty. I felt a cup placed against my mouth, and slowly tipped against my thirsty lips. Sure enough, the warm fluid came rushing into my mouth, but it wasn't water, it was a full cup of fresh, warm, piss. And this shocked the hell out've me, but as thirsty as I was, it was good. I gulped down the entire cup full. Apparently, at that point, everyone who wanted sucked off, already had been, and the man currently pounding my ass was the last to need drained that way. He soon finished, blew his load up my butt, pulled out, and disappeared into the symphony of sounds that made it past my blindfold. My muscles were screaming in agony from their prolonged immobility, my ass was screaming it's own song, and even though the cup of piss had been refreshing, dam a cold beer sure sounded good. And as I heard what sounded like an entire troup shuffle away into the now dark woods, I heard the phifff, of a pull tab being popped open. Then I heard Chad's voice, telling me that yup, that beer was for me, and he immediately started untying the ropes from my wrists. As I came free, I basically melted to the ground, stiff, off balance, and badly disoriented. He gently removed the silk scarf from around my head, allowing light to again reach my eyes. As I quickly assessed my condition, I was a bit shocked at the sheer quantity of dried cum and the stench of dried piss, totally covering my body
Apparently, the massive volumes I'd swallowed were just a small fraction what was squirted either into, or onto, my helpless, naked body. In short, I was a sticky, stinking mess, yuk. But, luckily, there was a crystal clear, cold river right there handy, and Chad and I had some bathing to do. I might be farting cum and belching both cum and piss for a few days, but for now at least, no one was gonna keep me from that river And as unlikely as this might seem, he'd not yet has his turn with me that night. Not to worry, I fixed that, ummmm.
Author: Sam hargy@cox.net And yes, this is a huge fantasy of mine, UMM.