The Layover

Life and a little writer’s block has been getting in the way. I’ve got three sequels and a half dozen other stories in an unfinished state and slowly I’m cycling through them working on where I’m at. Covid has put a real damper on some ongoing real stories. This one is based on a real unexpected layover I had before Covid. It’s fiction with some of true mixed in as many of my stories are.

I told myself again, never fly United and never connect through O’Hare. The idiots that decided to put major hub right near the Great Lakes acted like weather never happened. Inevitably I’d either miss a connection or get stuck on the way back.

We flew in a holding pattern for a long time before they diverted us to St Louis and at 9 pm they put us on bus to a hotel. My seatmate Jason was from Wisconsin and we had a spirited discussion about the Packers and my Niners in the half hour it took to get to the hotel.

And of course the hotel didn’t have enough rooms for all of us and I started to go back to the bus when Jason waved at me from the lobby. “Hey, they gave me a room. It has two beds so if you want to crash with me you can.”

I thought about my options because it was 10 by now and I was jet lagged after a week getting up three hours earlier than normal.

“Thanks, yeah that sounds great.” The idea of waiting another 45 minutes to get some sleep was repugnant to say the least.

We made our way to the room and each picked out a bed. Kicking back the TV came on and we lounged full clothed and took in a movie. Now I was tired but for some reason second wind kicked in and I found myself wide awake.

“Hey Steve, feel like a nitecap? I have a dutyfree bottle of my favorite scotch and I’m feeling pretty wound up now but don’t like to drink alone.”

Now I’m not much a scotch drinker but figured what the hell and accepted a couple of fingers in those little hotel cups. Funny thing is it started to go down easier and smooth out after a couple of sips. And I let him refill my cup not much longer after that.

“Hey I’m going to get ready for bed if you don’t mind so I don’t have to do it when I start to get drowsy.”

And with that he got up and stripped down to a pair of black briefs before going into the bathroom and brushing his teeth. His underwear was like a pair of speedos and I averted my eyes but not before noticing he was more muscular than I thought and his underwear protruded quite a bit around his package. I wasn’t interested in guys and hadn’t seen many cocks since my high school days but he was packing a sizeable bulge. I noticed it again when he came back from the bathroom and then lay on top of the bed.

After a few minutes I said “You have the right idea. Maybe getting ready will help me get some sleep.”

I stripped down to my boxers and headed off to the bathroom myself wobbling a little bit as I realized I had a bit more booze than I was used to.

Finishing up I walked back in and realized the TV had changed to pay for view porn. “You don’t mind do you? I’ll pay for it. I own the company so my expense reports don’t get looked at.”

What was I supposed to say? “No problem” was the only response I could think off. I was the guest.

The porn was the typical no plot. Big titted blondes getting railed in any number of ways along with the usual cum shots across their faces.

Despite my shyness I felt myself grow hard and glanced over to make sure Jason didn’t notice. He wasn’t hiding it at all. The head and more than half the thick shaft stuck out of his briefs as he rubbed it absently.

I quickly averted my eyes but my own cock quite rebelliously got even harder and I felt myself blush in embarrassment. The screen action continued and I waited a few minutes before not being able to resist looking again.

He had the fronts pulled down and all of him was out there hard against his belly. Long and hard with big heavy balls as he rubbed the near the top with his hand.

I stared too long and he caught me. “Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve gotten off. Look all you want.”

“Uhh okay. It’s been awhile for me too.” My trip preceded by my wife’s cycle meant it had been over a week. I’d jerked off a couple of times but it wasn’t the same.

I watched the screen and rubbed myself through my shorts. I glanced over a couple of times but didn’t want to stare. Just focus on the screen I told myself. I was alone in the room I told myself and slid my underwear down for a better feeling.

I almost jumped off the bed when his hand grasped me as the bed settled with his weight. It was startling in both action and how good it felt. Thoughts of having him stop flitted through my mind but I didn’t voice them. It felt too good and I closed my eyes ignoring who was doing it.

I knew the wet warmness was a mouth. His mouth. Slurping me in deep and a warm hand around the balls, kneading and stroking. My hips came off the bed with the need and my breathing got raspy.

It was best blowjob I had ever had. Delivered by an expert in what felt good. Exceeding every previous attempt by a variety of women including my wife. The sheer eroticism of it hit my brain and then my balls clutched and fired off the nerves in a wave of pleasure as I emptied myself in the most powerful orgasm I could ever remember.

My eyes flew open and I saw the curly black hair in my lap before he pulled off and left my softening cock flopping wet on my belly. With little fanfare he sat back next to me and tugged at himself as I puffed heavily from the experience.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. Flat against his stomach it throbbed. The veins standing out clearly and a glint of moisture at the tip. He grabbed my hand in his and moved it onto the shaft and I let him do it but felt myself go red.

The thing that surprised me was the warmth and softness. My own I guess probably felt similar but there was something different about somebody else’s. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on himself before pulling my hand up to cover the wet skin. And I began rubbing which provoked a moan from his lips.

I’m not sure why it pleased me. I was rubbing my first strange cock and he was responding. It jerked at my touch, having a life of its own. I leaned forward to see it better. To watch it pulse and produce a droplet at the tip which helped lubricate the flesh.

A hand touched the back of my head. Just a gentle nudge and I let myself move. Closer to that turgid flesh. The nudge reappeared and for whatever reason I obeyed. The shiny head less than eight inches from my face and filling my vision.

I didn’t resist. The gentle pressure that ended with the soft, hard, hot flesh pushing at my lips and I naturally opened.

As a straight man you’re not prepared for the size of a cock in your mouth. There’s nothing similar really. The size and the man musk. The burst of salt from precum and filling.

It approached the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in.

“Relax, relax” he cooed. “Just suck the tip. Run your tongue over it.”

As the reflex diminished I found myself sucking top three inches. In and out. The bell end rubbing against my lips and I knew what would feel good. And it hit me at that moment. I was a cocksucker now and it confused me.

I enjoyed the fact I was giving him obvious pleasure from his moans and the way his hip rose as I bobbed. But I was sucking off a man. A man that would likely want to come in my mouth. He’d expect it as he had done it himself. And I couldn’t stop now nor really did I want to. There was a power there. To give pleasure. To make his balls give forth and it was destined since it slid past my lips.

My head slid further down his stomach. Resting there and my hand came up to cradle his balls. The big orbs moving loosely and provoking another moan. I felt his hand on my back. Stroking and then reaching down to cup my ass. It felt so erotic to be in that position and I moved into him so he could reach.

Fingers stroked between my lower cheeks and I moaned around his cock at that which inspired him. A feathery touch across my anus that made me gasp again. There was a pause as he stopped and then a spit covered finger pressed and probed at my hole.

It was a foreign feeling. Just like the cock slipping in and out of my mouth. Nasty and exciting at the same time. I found myself pressing back against. Wishing it would go deeper and I pressed my face deeper around him.

“Oh god, yes” he said. “I’m going to cum” and I felt his balls contract and twitch along with the bursts of liquid that filled and coated my mouth. He jerked and twitched with each shot and the salty taste and pungent smell filled my senses.

When it was finally over I gulped and swallowed. The gelatinous mass sliding down my throat while leaving a coating in my mouth that I would remember forever.

“Was that your first?” Jason said.

I just nodded. I was forever a cocksucker now and didn’t know how to process that.

“You were really good. Guys always know what feels good and you have a hot mouth.”

It was an embarrassed pride. I couldn’t say anything. His hand continued to stroke my flank and would slide up to cup my ass for a few minutes before he got up. He pulled the speedo the rest of the way off and dropped them to the floor. Digging in his suitcase he produced a small container and then came back and sat beside me on the bed.

His hand slid over and grasped my cock which was showing signs of life. A stroke here and a rub there and it soon was standing proud again. The container turned out to be lube and he squirted some in his hand and began giving me a slow handjob.

He stood and pulled me to the edge of the bed before kneeling between my legs. His tongue caressing my balls, my legs bent and spread, I gave him access and lay back to enjoy the sensation. He hovered over me now. Licking my shaft and hand going beneath my balls. My taint was the recipient of lubed caresses that moved further down. I knew his finger was going there and I didn’t stop him. Thick and long it pressed in and I shivered when it hit my gland, rubbed and pressed.

I moaned at the new feeling. Like nothing I had experienced before. Plunging, swirling around the edge and rotating I was in bliss. His other hand pushed my leg back further to tilt my hole up and then gave it more attention as I held them there.

He squirted more lube on my exposed pucker. Rubbing it in and then pushing another finger at the opening. The pleasure was interrupted briefly by the stretch of a second finger joining the first and then he finger fucked me. The digits slipping smoothly through muscle, tugging and splitting and I lay there realizing he was going to fuck me. And I was going to let him.

The inevitable came and he stood between my legs. His hard shaft stood straight out and he put a coating of lube on it as I stared. Hoisting my legs up to his shoulders I felt his hot cock rub against me there. Sliding up and down across my hole in smaller strokes until the indentation retained it. “I’m going to fuck you” he stated plainly. Waiting for me to object.

He stared down into my eyes and I couldn’t look away. Especially as the pressure increased and the flesh separated in response. I couldn’t hold back “Uhhhhh . . . Ohhh” with a rising voice came from my throat as he penetrated.

The muscle made its protest before it gave and he slipped through. “Oh god” I rasped. The sensation of being fucked so new along with the idea. I was letting a man force his cock into my body. He was going to fuck me. Mount me, take me, remove the virginity I had left. And there was nothing I could do about it. The vulnerability of position, legs back and spread invitation with my ankles now firmly in his grasp.

Once breached there was nothing preventing him from going all the way in. The crinkly feel of pubes, flesh and then the feeling of his balls swinging into my upturned ass. I looked up into his face which was a study of concentration, determination and lust.

Then it started. The fucking. The in and out where my flesh clung to him both ways. I grunted with each impact in harmony with his. The liquid squelches and slaps announcing my fucking. The loss of any straightness I might have still had.

“So fucking good” he rasped as he pounded away in long strokes. He let my legs dangle onto his shoulders and chest and reached down and grasped my cock. He stroked and tugged and it came on me fast.

“Ahhh . . . ” I moaned as my cock exploded all over my chest and his hand but he didn’t let up sodomizing me.

He pulled out. Standing there with his cock shiny with lube. “Turn over” he ordered and I moved into the unfamiliar position. On hand and knees like a supplicant. My ass in the air. He maneuvered me with both hands. Nudging my legs wider to get the height right. Then he penetrated again and I arched into it as I was penetrated the second time. Something about it made him seem bigger and the air went from my lungs as he went up to the balls.

It was the hard fuck of someone trying to get off. His hips colliding with my ass in a rapid slap. Hands with a firm grip on my hips, pulling me into it. “Can I come in you?” he queried between pants.

I didn’t answer. Not willing to accept that I was getting fucked and yet but not sure I had any modesty to preserve. “I’m gonna come” he stated and I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know if I was ready to be a man’s receptacle but couldn’t make a decision.

“Ahhhhhh” came the moan with the hard pull of my hips back to his groin where he pumped and deposited his seed inside me like a bitch. Taking my lack of decision and making me another man’s bitch at that moment. Receiving his cum in my body like a woman would. A faux insemination. A wave of shame followed as he pulled out and I felt just how sore my ass was and I hid my face in the bed.

The shower came on and he walked back out. “Come take a shower.”

I rose on shaky legs feeling the unfamiliar ache of being fucked. I hobbled to the bathroom and felt the further indignity of his juices running down my inner thigh.

The shower was running and the steam was billowing out. It wasn’t built for two men yet we were in there. Being washed should have been nice but it really just reinforced the subservient position I found myself. A bottom is what it was called and the meaning of the word was very evident. Being spread, bent over, sodomized and filled with jism created a submissive feeling I had never felt before. Confused but enjoying it the conflict ricocheted around my head.

I fell to sleep quickly and deeply after that. The blackout curtains of the hotel did their job and only the sound of a text woke me with a start. Jason was spooned behind me and the heat between the split of my ass was undoubtedly from his erect cock resting there. A cock that was moving slightly. Rubbing up and down slowly. Humping me.

A hand came around my hip and grasped my own morning hardon. Jacking it slowly while grinding more into my behind.

There was a brief respite and then his lubed hand returned and eased the friction. I was so hard it was painful and the humping was more insistent. Getting much closer to hole.

It shouldn’t have surprised me when he stopped and then his lubed finger slid between my cheeks. He anointed my hole. Lubricating, probing, massaging the sore flesh. I could have stopped him there but didn’t do anything. The new feeling of submission filled me again.

The brief pause ended with the blunt cock tip feeling its way against me. Centering against my opening , rubbing up and down as it searched and then moved forward.

“Ohhh” I groaned as it slid in. I wasn’t the tight virgin any longer but was sore from last night’s deflowering. “I’m really sore” I moaned.

“I’ll take it slow. You’ll get used to it. Your ass is opening up now. I’m not going to let you close up. Train you to take my cock. Any cock ” he answered as he fed more of himself up me. His hand returned to my cock and pulled me back to him as he fully mounted himself.

It was a slow fuck. Long languorous strokes that plumbed my depths in time with the hand jerking me off. There was no hurry. Just a gentle mating that soon had me panting as I dealt with the internal and external massage.

My hips were moving back into him to my shame. That age old humping instinct that I’d never thought I would be on the receptive end of. “Uhhh . . . Oh. Fuck me” I begged.

“Come on baby. Come with my cock up your ass. You feel so good.”

The bursts hit my chest, his hand and the bed in hot jets as my cock pulsed with him fully ensconced. After the last spurt he massaged it into my chest. Rubbing it through my chest hair into sticky tangles.

The hand came away and then I was pushed onto my stomach while he remained inside. Pressing me into the bed and then fucking me with more insistence as his hot breath hit the back of my neck.

“Oh baby, I’m going to breed you again but not until you tell me to.”

It was outside my comfort zone and he knew it but there was no point in fighting it. He had already bred me once and one more wasn’t going to change the path I had taken. “Breed me. Shoot your cum up my ass.” There was a sense of relief to admitting it finally. Admitting I was a willing participant in receptive sodomy not once but twice. Any idea that it was an accident was refuted by my actions.

Relieved I humped my ass up into him as he thrust between my spread legs. It became easier as I relaxed and concentrated on the physical feelings. The weight of him on my back. Heavy pressure on my ass being pressed into the bed. My sensitive cock rubbing into the sheets. His breath and pants into my ear.

“Yeah baby it’s coming” he whispered. “Right up your sweet ass to drip out the rest of the day. When you’re sitting in that plane seat you’re going to feel it and remember this moment.”

The rutting continued as I thought about what he said. I’d be home by the end of the day. Still fresh from being fucked. Knowing the new reality that I had been taken by another man in every way. How would it change me? Could I hide it? I had to hide it. I still loved my wife and was attracted to women. What label fit me now?

His breathing got faster and I knew that he’d be injecting me again with his jizz. The surprise was after his first spurt my own body reacted and clenched in its second orgasm in a short time. My ass noticeably tightening and releasing around the member that filled it and was emptying itself into it.

The aftermath was lying there in my own spend and the feeling of his shrinking cock retracting itself from me as he puffed over me. It slipped out and with that he rolled off me heavily. “God that was a great fuck. Let’s clean up and go get some breakfast.”

Again he insisted on showering together. I couldn’t help the feeling of submissiveness as he soaped my chest, genitals and then ass crack. He handed me the soap and looked down at his cock. I got the message and cleaned him.

I was then rotated so the spray hit my hair and he ran his fingers through it in a very intimate moment. He poured shampoo into his hand and spread it through my hair. There was downward pressure and I got to my knees as he massaged my scalp continuously.

It wasn’t lost on me that his cock was less than eight inches from my face. And then it was four inches then touching my lips as his fingers continued the kneading. I opened as was expected and was able to take it all in its temporary soft state.

I ran my tongue around him. Surely he couldn’t be ready again but here I was sucking his cock not twenty minutes after it had been up my ass. The water was cascading down my face now and I felt life in the flesh filling my mouth.

“Look at you. Twenty four hours ago I bet you didn’t know you’d be doing this. I’m guessing this is your first ever cock isn’t it?”

I looked down ignoring the statement but I kept sucking. “Yeah your first cock and you took to it fast. Like a savant. This won’t be the last time either now that you have the taste. You don’t forget the taste and the feel of getting your ass opened up. We’re going to stay in touch when we’re done here.”

I bobbed on him and my jaw began to get sore as the water went cold. Finally he motioned me up. “Let’s finish this after breakfast and figure out when we can get out of here. Love fucking your mouth.”

We checked our phones for airline updates but apparently the weather in Chicago had caused a logjam of flights and cancellations. Jason considered renting a car and driving home because it was just under six hours. My options were much fewer. Jason offered to take me to any of the airports on the way but Chicago didn’t look promising, St Louis had nothing for a day without numerous connections and Kansas City wasn’t much better. On the phone United was no help either.

Breakfast was pretty quiet as my thoughts intruded. Post nut clarity interjecting itself into my unstable mental state.

“Are you gay?” I asked.

“No” he smiled. “Labels aren’t too important. I like sex with everyone. You’re a good looking guy and really sexy. That straight boy innocence might have something to do with that. That was hot as hell last night. I knew I was taking your cherries and loved it. Nothing like watching a man take his first cock. I loved it. In fact you’re making me hard thinking about fucking you.”

“I’m sore” I admitted. “I can still feel it sitting here.”

“It gets easier every time. Tell me. Did you like it? It sure seemed like you did.”

I hesitated to respond. All my conditioning said I shouldn’t have liked it. What kind of man likes to be used like that. Sucking a cock. Swallowing semen. Being bent over submissively, sodomized and inseminated. And coming myself when it happened. More than once.

“Throw out your programming and tell me it didn’t feel good. To surrender and let happen. To let me take charge. Look at me right now.”

He didn’t say it loudly but I found myself looking up at him. Following his instructions. Our actions over the past 24 hours making me automatically defer.

“Admit you enjoyed it Steve. I saw your response and you never objected. You humped that tight ass back into me too. There’s nothing to be ashamed at. You gave and received pleasure. Open your mind to the pleasure. This doesn’t make you gay anymore than I’m gay. I like sexy people and you’re sexy.”

“So tell me honestly what you know is true.”

“I liked it” I admitted.

“I think you liked being told what to do as well.”

“I did.”

“Then we’re going to finish up here and go back upstairs. You’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock. Then I’m going to give you your first facial. Let’s go.”

I followed him tentatively. He was so sure of what would happen and I couldn’t disagree. The card reader blinked green and we walked in as he undid his belt. The pants slid down along with his underwear as he turned to face me and pointed at the floor in front of him. “Lick my balls” he ordered.

His hand guided my mouth and I tongued them. Making them sloppy with my spit until the fingers embedded in my hair pulled my head up and fed his rigid flesh into my mouth. “Look up at a man when you have his cock in your mouth” came the command.

My eyes rotated skyward and felt like they bulged when I realized he had his phone out and was likely recording my fellatio. “Mmmhhhh” I voiced in objection.

“Calm down. It’s just for me and you if you want it. Wish I had thought to record last night but I’m going to do it now and when I fuck you again. Keep sucking.”

It was a mouth fucking. The thick spit that comes from the back of the tongue coated him as it got sloppy. “Oh yeah cocksucker that’s good. When I pull out close your eyes and open your mouth. Cum stings if it gets in your eyes.

I felt his balls tighten and knew it was soon. “Get ready for it” he shouted and then I felt him pull out and heard him grunt. The hot bursts felt warm as they hit my skin. Forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, lips and chin. The last bits went on my tongue.

“So sexy Steve. Open your eyes.”

He used his cock to rub it into my skin. Sticking it back in mouth to suck clean. He fed me the result as I at like a baby bird.

I cleaned my face and brushed my teeth again. The drying trails left were a reminder of what I had done in the last day and I still felt the heat of it in my memory. And despite brushing I could still taste him too. The saltiness of cum was something I never would have realized.

Emerging from the bathroom, Jason was already dressed. “I got a rental and I’m going to get it. You want to come with me? I’ll come back regardless.”

“I’m going to stay and try to figure out a way home and call my wife.”

“Remember I can drop you off in Chicago or Kansas City if you can find something there. I’ll even hang out if the flight is tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to stay over. You probably have stuff to do.”

“Yeah I know but my schedule is flexible and I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you.”

I stopped for a second and thought as I realized I was in the unusual situation of being pursued. “You want to fuck me again . . .”

“Yeah I do. I want that cute little ass some more. Make you moan on my dick. Who knows if we’ll ever meet again. I want to make the most of our time. Then you can go home and back to normal with a memory of two days that left you just a little bit bent.”

I blushed at his raw assertion and the obvious lust he had for me. As someone who had regarded himself as straight just a couple of days ago it was both strange yet pleasing to be lusted over.

He left and I spent time seeing what my options were. It was dubious trying to get back to Chicago and the disruption had flights full even with many connections. On the phone with a service agent I finally decided to wait for a direct flight home from St Louis the next evening. After that I called home and let my wife know. Then I texted Jason so he knew my plans. “You don’t need to wait here for me. I can catch the airport shuttle.”

“I’ll stay over and take you. We’ll go out tonight.”

He got back an hour later with some bags of stuff. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He dug around in a bag, pulled out a package and handed it to me. “Put these on.”

There wasn’t a lot to them. White fabric, thin straps and triangular pouch and I hesitated.

“Steve, you’ve expanded your horizons the last day with me. Trust me and let’s keep expanding them while you have the chance. It’s easiest right now. Take off your pants and underwear and put them on now.”

I obeyed. He had me compliant and I found myself staying in that state. I stood there in my socks with my shirt tail barely covering my ass. Stepping through the straps I pulled the new underwear up my legs. The pouch constrained my manhood and the thin strap rode up my crease.

“Lift your shirt up and turn around slowly” I bunched the fabric up, my exposed ass out there and with the wedgie feeling. He palmed my ass with both hands. “Beautiful, love that ass. You can get dressed again. You’re going to wear that out to lunch. Don’t tuck in your shirt. I want to be able to feel that t-back anytime I want.”

We drove to a BBQ place and had good lunch then he drove a little ways to an industrial area. We entered a non-descript building with blacked out windows and were greeted by a wall of sex toys, videos and other paraphernalia. Handing money to a bored clerk he led me in the back to a seedy semi-dark theater with threadbare seats and porn playing on the screen. He sat in a seat with no arm rest and had me sit next to him. A half dozen other patrons sat well-spaced out in the gloom.

The porn was the typical no plot fare and his true motivation became evident when he placed my hand on his now exposed cock. I gave it some careful tugs. Embarrassed to be doing this out in the open even though the light was dim. “Use your mouth” he whispered.

“Out here? ” I said with a hiss”

“Yeah, they’re all busy and it’s dark. Suck my cock Steve.”

I looked each way and bent to take him in my mouth. His hands went around my head as he slid over my tongue and then controlled the action although it wasn’t the insistent moves of someone who wanted to get off.

“He’s a good cocksucker” the voice from behind me would have made me jump up if my head wasn’t firmly in Jason’s hands. I felt a hand caress my ass through the jeans.

“Do you mind?” came the same voice as the rubbing intensified.

“No, go ahead. You can’t fuck him but he’ll like it otherwise.” Jason said.

I was mortified but like a child hid my face against his crotch like I couldn’t be seen. The hands didn’t care and pulled me from laying on my side to a crouch kneeling on the seat. They grasped the waistband of my jeans and tugged. The loose fabric catching on my hips and then sliding down to leave me exposed.

“Too bad about the fucking. That’s a sweet little peach. You tapped that yet?”

“Gave him his first cock a day ago and couple more times to break him in. He takes it like a slut.”

“Damn” he said and his hands roamed all over my ass. Through my crease, playing with the strap bisecting it.

“Fuck yeah” a new voice interjected and another set of hands was on me.

“You’re getting these boys all worked up. You better take off your shirt if you don’t want it messed up” Jason said.

My hand undid the buttons. I could feel a presence around me but didn’t want to look up to make my face more visible. Hands pulled it off and my pants were slid down off my thighs and removed completely along with my shoes and socks. I was naked except for the thong.

A meaty club slapped against my back and another on my ass, then more. I couldn’t tell how many were around me but I felt the rub and the slap of many more against my flesh. A wet finger slid under the strap and fingered my hole. The tip testing the entrance while uncountable cocks rubbed against me.

I heard the sound of him hawking first followed by the wet splat that slipped down my split followed by others and the finger returned. Rubbing the moisture in at first and then probing past the entrance unerringly to my gland. “Mhhhhh . . .” was the only sound I could make with a mouthful of cock and my back arched at the penetration presenting my ass to them.

There were the murmurs then between the slapping of cocks on my skin. “Fucking hot, look at that little bitch, what a fucking slut. The finger in my ass ran in and out. Finger fucking me as I tried and failed to resist squirming.

“He fucking wants it. Fuck that slut’s ass.”

Jason’s voice rang out strong. “You can’t fuck him. That’s my ass. You can fingerbang him as much as you want though and jizz anywhere below his neck. Make him all messy.”

It was open season then. Fingers probed, spit flew, flesh rubbing. There was finally the warm, streaming splat of something other than spit on my back and then another. Some hit my split and then the fingers were remove and a thick hardness rubbed through it and hot-dogged into my crease.

He got daring too. Following the letter of the rules but coming oh so close to shattering them. Rubbing from ball sack to back and passing over my hole more and more often. I tensed when it pressed hard against my hole. Thinking a breach was imminent. Knowing instinctively if one did it then many other would follow.

My cheeks got pulled wide and I thought it was happening but instead a flood of warm gooey wetness shot over my hole. Then more cum hit my back. Over and over. Jason worked my head with urgency now as I sucked. Another cock hotdogged insistently then another as my crease became sopping with liquid. I think I actually wasn’t feeling them all now because so much was already wet.

Jason went rigid and held my head tight as his cock twitched and spit its load into my mouth. There were more sympathetic bursts that added to the mess on my body and the event wound down.

I sensed the number of guys around me was going down but there were still persistent touches. And now I could hear the sound of phone cameras and the flashes of light. Fingering me hard, flesh pressing against mine. Jason kept my head down, mouth still around him. He let the laggards finish and then it was just us close together.

My mouth came off of him. “Stay like that while I go get some paper towels. You’re a fucking mess” he laughed.

So I knelt there. Not daring to look up. Not knowing what I’d do if I saw someone. The jizz was cooling now and I felt absolutely filthy and sticky.

“Your buddy is gone. I bet I could fuck you now bitch.” The gravelly voice was accompanied by firm hands gripping my hips and I felt him against me. He slid around in the mess not finding purchase and I moved away from as best I could.

“Hold still boy” he slapped my ass with a ringing crash of a hand and I yelped. My mind was racing on whether I could run. Totally naked, covered in ejaculate, with my legs held together by my underwear I lunged forward.

“Too easy bitch. You don’t really want to get away.” A beefy arm wrapped around my waist and I felt his fist against my rear.

“Awww . .. Ohhhh” he found my opening as I tried to squirm out of his hold and the push made me cry out as he penetrated and plunged all the way in. “Now you can squirm you little slut.”

He might have gotten twenty seconds of pounding in when I heard it. “Get the fuck away from him asshole” and the meaty crunch of a fist hitting meat.

“Oww…Oww…Oww” I felt him forcibly extracted from my channel and I swung back to see this enormous hairy redneck standing on tiptoes with pants around his ankles as Jason grabbed his balls from behind.

“Just had to push it motherfucker” he said. “Tell me why I shouldn’t twist your balls off right here.”

“Didn’t mean nothing. This slut wanted it. Fuck..Fuck..Fuck.” He stood up even straighter as Jason applied more twist and started to frog march him towards the exit. The door got kicked open an second kick took him straight the balls. He fell in pain and Jason slammed the door behind him.

We were alone in the theater and he used paper towels to wipe up the worst of it but I was still a sticky mess. I dressed and did the walk of shame out there. I was sure every eye was on me and slunk out and got in the car.

“Are you okay” he asked after we pulled away from the curb. “I had to ask for more towels and didn’t mean to leave you that long.”

“I think so except I’m not sure I can ever come to St Louis again. That was embarrassing. I can’t believe you had me do that.” I wasn’t angry just more terrified at the public spectacle being out there.

“Do you think anyone actually saw your face? All they could see is your face in my lap and I was using my hands to cover you.”

“That was fucking humiliating too. I stink like jizz. The whole car smells like it. I’m not sure I’ll ever get rid of that smell.”

“Nah, you’ll go take a shower and be good as new. Nobody saw much because it was dark either.”

“They took pictures of it. I heard it and saw the flashes.”

“Look at this video. You aren’t identifiable” he handed over his phone and on screen was my back in the gloom. Surrounded by guys and their cocks aimed at me. Rubbing on me. Firing streams of cum that splattered my back and ass and joined what was already there.

“How many were there?”

“Probably 14 or 15. The entire theater and a couple that must have been in the booths. You’re a legend now.”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Why not? You’ll never see them again and they would never recognize you. And I think you were excited by it. Being a nasty little cum rag sucking dick in public. Your cock was hard. There’s no repercussions and you’ll be gone tomorrow. Admit you were turned on by it.”

“Was not . . . And I got ass raped by Larry the Cable guy.”

“Your dick was hard. I saw it. Besides he didn’t finish and I’ve claimed that ass already in the past day. Admit it. You’ve got a submissive streak and I’m going to push you to figure out who you really are. Your cock is hard right now.”

He had me. My jeans were tented out as my mind spun with what I had just done without objection. I looked at the video which still played. All those cocks spitting their loads and making a mess. Rubbing against my ass. The back of my head underneath the hand that kept his cock in my mouth. I got even harder in my shame but realized what he said was true.

I walked really fast to the room not wanting anyone to get a whiff of my aroma. Once inside I stripped off the sticky clothes and got in the shower. I think the only thing that didn’t reek was my socks and shoes.

I scrubbed and scrubbed. It was more than about getting off the physical remnants but also cleaning my thoughts. When I got out and dried off. Jason was nude and leaning back against the headboard with a hard on.

“Dude, you’re insatiable. I just sucked you off” I said.

“Took a little Cialis earlier. We’ve only got another day and I want to make the most of it.”

“I’m not sure my poor little asshole can take much attention.”

“Depends on the attention it gets. Get down on your back. I want you to give me your most down to fuck look.”

The old me resisted his wishes but the new me lay there legs back and spread.

“Look at you, you little slut.”

Out of his recently purchased supplies came a combination of velcro, padding and straps. Cuffs went around my arms and legs with a padded strap behind my neck. I found myself spread open and immobilized as he used pillows to prop up my hips. I expected to be thoroughly fucked because I had no defense.

To my surprise he knelt between my legs and I felt his tongue around the outside of my hole. Licking, probing, touching all those sensitive places and I tried to squirm but it wasn’t possible. The lube came out and he coated me inside and out.

“You look like you desperately need cock” and took out his phone.

“Dude, I don’t want pictures out there” I complained.

“Too late for that. Look at yourself.” He held the phone up and I saw what he saw. I looked ready to be fucked. Inviting it. Hole exposed and shining with the lubricant.

“One more thing.” His mouth came down and sucked me from semi-tumescent to rock hard. The neoprene cock ring slid down my shaft then.

He took another picture. “It’s time for you to get fucked but you need to ask for it. I’ve been guiding you but now you have to affirm being a slut. Give up any feelings of who you were a week ago. Tell me you’re a slut and what you need.”

He lightly toyed with my cock. Stimulating the flesh but not letting me get anywhere and I groaned.

“Tell me you need it Steve. It’s obvious you need it.” His fingers traced below my balls and circled my opening. Making me attempt to squirm as I felt the need rising. To get filled and used.

“Fuck me” I gasped.

“What, you need dick? Where do you need dick?”

“I want you up my ass” I said.

“All the way up your ass and fuck it until I come?”

“Goddammit yes” I said starting to get frustrated.

“That sounds like something a slut would say. Are you a slut for me Steve? Wanting to get fucked up the ass and bred?”

“Yeah I’m your slut now. I want you to fuck me and breed me.”

“Well shoot, you just had to ask.”

He moved between my legs and I groaned as he inserted himself and slid in until our bodies stopped further progress. And I moaned like a little slut and came despite the cock ring.

Like a firehose my balls pumped and the bursts covered my front.

“You are a slut. Coming from having a cock up your ass. It’s beautiful.”

He laughed used his phone again to capture my state and there was no use complaining. He continued his thrusts with occasional full pullouts and kept his phone out to record.

“Bet you never imagined yourself like this did you? But it’s getting easier every time.” He held his phone out in front of my face and I watch the video of him plumbing my depths. My flesh clinging to his on the outstroke. The open hole collapsing after removal only to be spread again by the reinsertion.

“No. I can’t believe it’s me” I admitted and there was still a disembodied third person feeling to what I was doing. Reconciling just how far I had strayed off my normal path.

“Now that you’ve tasted mansex I think you’re never going back. You’ll be out there looking for it won’t you?”

“No” I denied. “I can’t. This is a one off. It ends when I get on the plane tomorrow.”

“I call bullshit. You’ll try but the urge is going to be there. You might last a month or two but you’re going to start thinking about a cock in your mouth. The taste of cum and the feeling in your belly when a cock slides up your ass. You’re a new man now. I want you to call me when it happens. That’s all, just call me.”

He reached down and slid the cock ring off my semi-rigid member and then began jacking me as he continued to thrust. He also intensified the pace in both areas and my hips moved as much as they could as I felt myself panting from the raw feelings.

“Ahhhh . . .” came involuntarily from my mouth as my second orgasm in a short time sprayed over my chest. My contracting hole set him off too and he grunted above me before pulling out and splashing my balls and hole with his jism.

We both let out big sighs at the end together which caused a laugh. His phone clicked away. “That’s hot as hell. I love the look of freshly creamed asshole” he said.

The cuffs were released but with it came an order. “Roll over and get that ass up.”

“There’s no way you can go again that fast” I said.

“Yeah but I want some more mementos of my hot little slut.”

I dutifully got into position as he took his pictures. He even managed to insert himself in me again briefly. He handed me the phone and it was lurid. I objected to a couple where I was looking back with an obvious freshly fucked look.

“I won’t share those but where there’s nothing identifiable I’m going to post them online. Nobody will know but I’ll know and you’ll know. I’ll send you the links.”

“That sounds really dangerous” was my fearful response.

“Here, this one is going up now. You can’t tell anything by it. Just say yes.”

He was correct that you couldn’t tell. My exposed crease and matted pubes displayed around his flesh pressing at my reddened, partially open pucker. There was no doubt what had just taken place. “Okay” I replied tentatively. Still uncomfortable with evidence of fall out there anywhere.

I wiped up the worst of the mess but was exhausted and fell asleep for an hour before waking up.

“Hey get up. We’ll go get some dinner and then go out to a place I found.”

“What kind of place?”

“Wait and see but here, take one of these.”

He handed me three small pills and I looked in askance.

“Viagra. I like seeing that hard dick flopping while I fuck you and there’s nothing like feeling an hole clamp down.”

I swallowed them and after a bit felt a bit stuffy afterwards but every thought of what I had done recently caused my cock to swell in the black thong he had me wear.

Dinner was good too and we ended up in a bar that I realized quickly was a full of just men. Burly, mostly bearded men although there were some guys who looked like Jason and I. We sat at a table and went to order only to have our money waved off. The waiter gestured over to some guys at the bar who stared and raised their glasses to us.

“He’ll accept the drink but I won’t. Thank those guys and let them know”

After the waiter left I looked at him. “Why did you do that?”

“Sends a message that I’m not available.”

“And I am?”

“You’re going to get some supervised pursuit tonight. I counted at least half a dozen guys eyeing you as we came in. You’re fresh meat. I’m just here to keep them in line and you safe.”

“Do I get a say?”

“You can say no but I think you should let it play out for a unique experience. I bet you’ve never been the prey before and have always chased.”

“How far will it go?”

“That’s up to your limits but I’ll keep you safe. Remember that Pandora’s box is already open and I think you shouldn’t close it again until you get on the plane tomorrow. Any objections? Trust me on this.”

I sipped my drink and considered what he said. The impetus was there as I had already fallen down the rabbit hole. The warm feeling of the booze went through me we sat.

“Can I dance with your boy. ” The questioner was a burly bearded guy who approached our table. Thick muscled and tattooed arms, he wore jeans and a wife beater.

“Go ahead” Jason said to my surprise and I turned to look at him. He winked and the extended hand grabbed mine and pulled me up and onto the small dance floor.

There were only two other couples out there and I shrunk at the idea we were so visible. Bill was his name and he pulled me close. “Put your arms around my neck baby. I’ll lead.”

I could smell his musk and cologne as his arms enveloped me and he swayed to the music. One arm around my waist and another on my upper back. Thoroughly controlling me.

“You’re really sexy baby. I haven’t seen you here before” he whispered in my ear. His hand edged to the top of my ass and pulled me against his grinding hips. What could only be his erection pressed on my lower belly.

I felt his hand slip lower now, cupping my ass possessively and I looked around to see who noticed. Jason raised his glass at me and others in the bar had small smiles. “You’d look damn good on your knees sweetheart with a mouthful of my cock. Bet you’d choke on it damn good.”

He was a couple of inches taller than I was and the hand on my upper back came up to my head as his mouth came down hard on mine. His thick tongue forced its way through my lips and he held the kiss what seemed like a long time.

“We’re gonna go ask your daddy for a little private time. Reach on down and feel what I got for ya.” He didn’t wait for me to do it and pulled my right hand down to his prominent bulge.

“Give it a feel boy. Eight inches of man meat to go up your tight little tail. I bet you squeal like a little pig while I do it.” He emphasized his desire by pushing his middle finger against the base of my ass between the cheeks. Rubbing the thong strap into my hole.

The music stopped and he led me by the hand back to the table. “I wanna borrow your boy? He’s a sweet little piece.”

“Where you planning on taking him?” Jason asked.

“They’ve got a couple rooms in the back if you slip the bartender some bucks.”

“Tell you what. Take him back out on the dance floor for another song and then you got him for a half hour. No bareback though if you fuck. Just broke him in a day ago. Okay?”

“Fuck yeah. Let’s go sweetcheeks.”

He led me back to the dance floor as my face flamed red and his hands were all over me. I had probably 3:25 before we paraded before god and everyone else. And Bill was feeling amorous. His bearded mouth hard against mine. A hand cupping and pulling ass into his groin.

The music wasn’t quite finished when he wrapped his arm around my waist and escorted me towards the bar where he passed the bartender some bills. My face was burning at the shame as guys watched knowingly.

Behind the bar in the very back we entered the simple room with a single bed, chair, sink and a nightstand. On the nightstand was a bowl full of condoms and large pump bottle of something I’m guessing was lube.

“I’m gonna undress you. Just stand there” he ordered and quickly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it on the chair. My shoes and socks followed and then my pants slid down my legs.

“Cute little panties you got there. Turn around so I can get a look at you.”

Almost nude standing there with a stranger I uncomfortably rotated around. His hand gave my ass a slap and a grope. “Looks as good as it felt out there.”

He pulled me into his arms again, arms around his neck and fondled my ass while kissing me open mouthed. Fingers slid beneath the strap in back and felt my hole as he did it.

“Your daddy right? He the first one in your boy pussy?

“Yeah. Last night” I admitted.

“Well fuck that’s hot. Wish I had tapped it first but it’s still fresh I bet.” He let me go and pumped the bottle so it dropped lube on his hand. The other pulled the strap from between my cheeks as he got me in a clinch again. His tongue probed my mouth and a greasy and smeared lube copiously around my hole. A finger tested the entrance now. Pushing at and prodding with blunt persistence.

“Tight little fuck aren’t ya” and his mouth went on mine. His tongue entered my mouth at the same time his finger pushed through the muscle and I went rigid.

“Yeah baby. Hot and tight little pussy you got.” He pumped more lube on his fingers and they reintroduced themselves as we made out. Pushing in and out. Lubricating my channel more and finger fucking me.

“Time to put that mouth to work boy. Get on your knees.” His fingered slithered out of me and I went to my knees.

Bulging jeans were at face level. “Go on boy. Get a good feel then take it out. I bet your mouth is as hot as your pussy.”

The heat from the tube constrained by his pants could be felt through the fabric. “Go on then boy” he prompted and I reached up and unsnapped the first button. The zipper slid down and he popped free as the loose jeans dropped.

He wasn’t wearing underwear and was the hairiest person I had ever seen. Thick curls all over the exposed skin punctuated by a thick, untrimmed bush. He probably was eight inches but only five extended beyond those thick pubes.

The purple-pink head had a pronounced fat helmet with a much smaller shaft. Moisture leaked from the tip and the hairy balls hung low in their own bush. He moved it against my lips and grabbed my hair. I opened my mouth and it slid in with the first whiff of his strong musk.

“Suck it, suck it” and I did. Rubbing the crown back and forth through my lips then going deep so the hair rubbed against my face and I gagged a little.

“Yeah boy. Open that throat up.”

“Gul, gul, gul” I snorted through my nose trying to breathe as I got my first face-fuck.

He pulled himself from my mouth followed by strings of thick spit. “Hope you come back boy to finish that but I got to tap that ass.”

He pulled me up and manhandled me to kneeling on the bed. I looked back and he was putting on a condom. A thick coating of lube followed and I faced the wall waiting for it. My third cock in two days. The thong strap pulled away and bisecting a cheek. “Nggggh” I groaned as he pressed in.

“Fuck boy, nice tight pussy” both hands on my hips pulling me back into him. That thick mop of a bush mashing itself into my ass.

He then began making even strokes. Playing with me. The plum head coming partially out through my ring and I moaned each time it slid through. “Let’s hear you squeal a little boy” and I tried which excited him more.

They became easier and more real after that as he drove himself into me with more vigor. It was no surprise when it ended abruptly with a bellow as he gripped me tight back against him.

“Fuck! That’s some good pussy” and he pulled out, slid off the condom and dropped it in the trash. It was obvious there’d be no pillow talk so I got up and moved to the sink as he sat back on the bed.

There was just paper towels and soap so I slid off the thong and wiped as much lube off as I could as he watched. Then wet towels to reduce the stickiness between cheeks which still felt like a swamp.

“Your old man ever let you go you give me a call. Hand me your phone.”

“I don’t live around here and probably won’t be back.”

“If you do I want another shot. Give me your phone.” I handed it over with the contacts open thoroughly aware that I was standing there nude with a stranger who just fucked me. It was fucked up.

Finally I felt clean enough and started to dress. “You don’t have to stay” I said. Really wishing he would leave.

“I’ll walk out with you like we came in” was his reply and I realized I was his trophy. Everyone in that bar would know what just happened. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer and when we walked out from behind the bar every eye watched as Bill swaggered out with his hand on my ass and I tried my best not to shrink into the woodwork,

Bill shook Jason’s hand and said something I couldn’t hear as I slid back against the wall.

“How could you do that?” I hissed to Jason.

“It’s for your own good and when are you going to have a better chance for the experience?”

“People know we had sex” I sputtered.

“So. This is a gay bar. They like their sluts and don’t judge too much.”

“I didn’t even know him!”

“Well you know him now. At least biblically” he laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Did you have fun?”

“No. He just used me.”

“Guess you’ll have to try again then. Wanna try pulling a train? I think you could enjoy being used.”

“No!”

“I think you you’re letting your old mores dictate now and you don’t have to. This is an opportunity and just the place for it too. After seeing you go in and come out there’s hard dicks out there waiting. I bet they start prowling around soon. I want you to trust me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you but I promise you’ll never forget this night.”

“But, but everyone knows . . .”

“So what, they know that you had sex. They’re guys, they’ve likely had sex with guys before in this place. The chances of them ever seeing again is slim to none. Have you ever been to St Louis before and do you plan to come back?”

I didn’t say anything.

“The answer you’re searching for is no. You claim that this is a one time thing so don’t you think you should make the most of the experience? Let your freak flag fly and then go back to the suburbs and straight and narrow life? I know deep down you love getting dominated these last few days. You can admit it to me and I won’t think any less of you. In fact I’ll think more of you for being honest. Answer this, have you enjoyed the past couple of days?”

I hesitated. Admitting I had enjoyed it. Sucking cock and getting sodomized, it struck right at the core of my previous identity. But I had. In fact I reveled in it. Still feeling my recently dilated hole and pleasure from being penetrated. What did that make me? But answering honestly was tough. The admission versus my own mores of honesty.

“Yeah I did” I said finally.

“And this is a one time thing that ends when you get on the plane tomorrow?”

“Yeah it is.” I would put this in a box of memories never to be repeated after this. Allowing myself this one indulgence this time because of course it had already happened. I couldn’t unsuck cocks or unfuck my ass. Those things had already happened.

“Then tell me you’re okay with me setting up a train for you. Letting yourself go for less than a day. Getting fucked while you suck cocks and then putting it all in a little box of memories.”

“Don’t you feel a little jealous?”

“Why? I was the first to put a cock in your mouth. Up your ass. I’ve come in your mouth and bred you first. There will always be an element of ownership. I’ll claim you again when we’re all done too. So will you let me set it up? You need to consent.”

My mind raced and fought with itself. Could I admit and let myself go? The pendulum bounced back and forth. The unstable circumstances of the last day letting me consider it. Fuck it went through my mind.

“Set it up” came from my mouth before I could really contemplate that I was saying it.

A look of delight came over Jason’s face. “Sit here then. It will take a while. Dance if asked. If you like them invite them to participate.”

He went over to the bartender and I could only guess what he was saying. His wallet came out and money changed hands.

I watched but right at that point a guy came to the table and asked for a dance and I lost track of Jason. Then my dance card was full. From fast to slow I really couldn’t keep track of them but turned nobody down. They grabbed and ground on me. The number of hard cocks pressed up against me and hands on my ass were too many to keep track of.

I’d sit out one every now and then just to rest and the drinks kept showing up at the table. Pretty soon they added up and I had to use the restroom.

They had one of those old fashioned troughs and the irony was I stood there and had trouble taking a leak. The other occupants stared at me unabashedly and dangled their cocks out in front of me while I took my own sweet time trying to go. Some licked their lips and stared down at my crotch.

A body pressed against me from behind and a hand came around and grasped my cock. “Let it go sweetheart although I could stand here all day” Bill said loudly. We had an audience as he ground his pelvis into my ass and there were a couple of snorts.

I looked around and realize there were four guys watching us. Some had their cocks out and were openly masturbating. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the strange hand grasping my junk. Finally it began to flow and I groaned in relief. The door opened and Jason walked in. “There you are. They’re ready for you. You guys want to join in?”

“For what?” One asked.

“Steve here is going to pull his first train.”

“I’m in” several of them including Bill said. I finished and tucked myself back into my pants wondering what I had gotten myself into.

Jason led me back behind the bar with my audience trailing behind me. Past the room I had used before and into a small warehouse area where a mattress on the floor, a nightstand and nine other guys stood.

He spoke. “This is Steve’s first train and believe it or not a week ago he’d never touched another cock. I want him to get the full experience. Cover up or use his mouth. Pair up and rock, paper, scissors for first choice.”

I then got to watch the bizarreness of grown men competing to be the first to fuck me as I stripped off my clothes. The winner positioned me on the edge of the mattress legs up and lubed my hole thoroughly.

Staring up at the man who was going to sodomize me from a position of vulnerability was uncomfortable. He was muscular and not small in the cock department. Watching me with focused look he rolled on a condom and stroked lube onto his erection. Hands grabbed my ankles and pulled them back causing my hips to rise and expose my hole more.

Faces stared down to witness the first penetration and they weren’t disappointed. “Ohhhhh . . .” I groaned as I felt my channel open up to him and then take him to the hilt. The now familiar pleasure pain started but I was quickly distracted by someone else turning my head sideways and my mouth onto their cock. Filled at both ends it was hard to decide which to focus on. My hand was moved onto a lubed cock too and I jerked off the unseen guy on the other side.

It was a blur of time from then on. I had no idea of how long I was there and how many I took on. At some point I was sucked off twice. It was full body stimulation. A hot mouth around me. Movement in my slick muscular channel, warm silky hard flesh filling my mouth. I was a fuck doll.

Some pulled out and shot their hot cum on my body. Some down my throat and on my face. I closed my eyes early on because the visual stimulation was too much. A blindfold would have been nice. Some moved from mouth to ass when it became available but there wasn’t much pause that I noticed.

Your hole becomes slack accepting pretty quickly and thankfully all the lube kept up enough too. They flipped me over the hands and knees later on and I grew hard bouncing between the impaling cocks as they manhandled me. More bursts of cum then covered my back and ass.