Gay Erotic Stories

I got my nickname from the fag hags and hustlers of downtown Pittsburgh in the summer of 1972. I was a twenty two year old, six foot tall man-boy with a narrow waist, broad shoulders and a thin layer of baby fat that gently rounded my muscles. My name is Billy, but the wits around the horseshoe bar at Madeline’s Hideaway elected me Miss Liberty Tubes and declared me a high traffic area. For those of you unfamiliar with Pittsburgh, the Liberty Tubes are twin tunnels bored through Mt Washington. Round and pipe like; their portals are tucked into clefts in either side of the mountain with little patches of shrubbery growing in a tangle on top. They carry four lanes of traffic from the south hills into the city and out again. You can guess what parts of my body they likened to these tunnels. I was wild and naive and trying to adjust to radical changes in my life that had begun while I was a freshman at school in Evanston, Illinois in 1968.

College was my first time away from family control and I was feeling free and eager for life. I had done well in my studies and was excited about the prospect of going to New York City for part of my Christmas break. New York was the Promised Land since it allowed eighteen-year-olds to drink. I had begun flirting with drugs and had developed a taste for beer in a very short time. My college adviser, Ted, an upperclassman, was twenty-seven years old and had been my mentor in all things alcoholic. For reasons I didn’t bother to question, he wanted me to come to the city with him. I felt honored that a smart, popular and handsome older guy had taken such and interest in me and had somehow managed to clear the trip with my family. My mom and older sister had met Ted at parent’s weekend in October and were very impressed with him. He was graduating in December and would not be returning to school after the break. He was to start a job in the New York Public Schools in January and I was to help him move into the apartment he had found on Thanksgiving break in Greenwich Village.

My roommate Mike was my drug adviser and connection who also came from NYC. There were rumors that Mike’s father was a wise guy and that his tuition and expenses were being paid by New York gangsters in return for Mike pushing dope on campus. I don’t know about Mike, Sr. but Mike Jr. was supplying not only our small college, but he spent a lot of time at Northwestern frat houses. I still had one exam left, but Mike was done and left for home right after his last final.

Ted insisted we load the care in the morning before I went to take my last exam. The test site was one of the banquet rooms off the student dining hall. When the test was called at 11 AM I jumped up, grabbed a lot of food on my dining card and ran to meet Ted outside Ashbury Hall. By 1 PM we had set out for New York. Mike and Ted made plans for the three of us to meet up in New York City a few days before Christmas to wet the baby’s head and celebrate Ted’s new place and job. Mike and I are the same age, I’m really from April to October older, but I was the “Kid”. Mike and Ted were the “men” and always made the plans, I always did what I was told. Ted also made plans for me with my parents. He told me that I was gong to New York City with him to help him settle in, stay for a few days, and then fly home in time for Christmas Eve at my grandparents’ house with the extended family. I didn’t even need to talk to my mother, Ted had already done it.

Thanks to the way my exams were scheduled we managed to get out of Evanston a few days earlier than planned. This way, I had a full two weeks in New York a week longer than originally planned. Ted drove from Chicago to New York and when we stayed on the PA turnpike and sped past the Pittsburgh exits, I hooted out the window of his Ford Galaxy feeling liberated and more than a little drunk. The trip took almost 18 hours but Ted had some “study aids” and except for coffee, gas, and piss breaks, he did not stop and drove straight through the night.

The sun rising filled the sky with red and gold. The light and color reflected in the skyline giving the city a surreal glow. Ted lit a Lucky Strike from a crumpled pack on the dash as we headed into the cavernous streets of Manhattan where it was still a little dark and drove to the Village. After searching for a parking spot for nearly an hour we ditched the car a bit further away than we wanted. We made the walk to his building several times carrying boxes of his stuff and leaving them in the foyer of his building under the watchful eye of an old lady on the first floor. On the last trip, we stopped and bought deli and beer and carried the bags, six packs and our luggage to the building. We worked relays. I carried the boxes from the first floor to the third floor landing. Ted lugged them the rest of the way up to the fifth floor. On the last trip, I grabbed the miscellaneous items left in the foyer, thanked Mrs. Donatillo for keeping watch and stumbled up the entire five flights to his apartment.

“Welcome” Ted said as I staggered into the apartment. He had made sandwiches and handed me a beer as I sat down at the oval table in a windowed alcove that passed as the kitchen in this one room flat. I ate the corned beef & swiss on pumpernickel, but passed out half way through the beer. Ted must have done the same because when I woke up at ten that evening he was sitting across from me still slumped over the table. I quietly took a shower in the stall tucked into a corner of the big room. The toilet, I discovered, was nearby in what I thought was a broom cupboard. After I had used it, it flushed so loudly that it woke Ted.

Ted woke up grumpy and after he got cleaned up felt energized and anxious to hit the town. By eleven thirty we were dressed and ready to leave. Ted paid close attention to what I put on. He nixed my brown cords in favor of Levi’s that were a bit too tight and stripped off my checked sport shirt leaving me in just a black t-shirt. The t-shirt looked as if painted onto my body. I looked obscene in the way the clothes accented my broad shoulders, biceps, and narrow waist. I blushed when I saw my nipples tenting out the shirt and the way the pants hugged my basket. I told Ted I wanted to change but he just laughed and tossed me an old leather jacket that had belonged to his father during World War II.

“Billy boy,” he expounded I think you’ll come to discover the importance of dressing for success and that when you dress like this and go to the right places, you will succeed in spending a lot less money on drinks.” I shrugged, not really understanding but accepting my older friend’s guidance. I was already wearing my black boots and Ted patted my ass giving me his seal of approval. I felt exposed and self- conscious dressed in such a revealing fashion but I wanted to please Ted. He had dressed much in the same manner but where I wore only a thin t-shirt under my jacket, he wore long sleeved black flannel.

We were exhausted from the trip and it didn’t take much to waste me. Everyone I met was friendly and eager to welcome new faces. I spent my first night in Manhattan stumbling from bar to bar in the Village getting more and more ripped. Ted was right I didn’t need to pay for a single drink all night. The alcohol energized me and I laughed and danced until four AM when we headed for the apartment and crashed out again.

On the second night, Ted went to see his mother for dinner and I was left on my own. I dressed the way Ted had dressed me the night before, but in place of the t-shirt, I found a black A-shirt that was a bit short and showed my navel when I put my arms over my head and tried out some dance moves in the mirror. I had liked how I had been treated the previous evening and wanted to relive the previous night’s adventure. Without Ted, everything was different. The men in the bars were more forward with a boy on his own and they scared me with their aggressive actions. This didn’t stop me from guzzling the drinks they bought, and soon my head was spinning. I acted more boldly than I felt, determined not to show my innocence of the scene. The last thing I remembered I was dancing with a dark haired well built Cuban until I fell into his arms and passed out.

When I came to, I was laying face down on a mattress in the center of a concrete floor. I looked around and saw a forest of legs surrounding me. My head felt stuffed with cotton and as it cleared, I knew I was in trouble. My clothes lay in a heap across the room where a large black man was going through my wallet and pockets. I pushed up on my elbows and counted 5 more men standing around me. I got on my hands and knees and failing to get to my feet, tried to crawl to my clothes. Wearing only a dirty pair of briefs, I crawled around while the men pushed and teased me. There was a lot of laughter and they were asking questions and demanding answers from me that I didn’t have to give. I asked them what was happening to me but their answers made no sense to me either. The bright light and noise confused me as I spun around on my knees on the floor looking for someone to help me.

A sharp slap on the ass startled me. I turned around looking for the source of the stinging blow and received another slap on the ass from the other side of the room. The more I tried to sort out who was slapping me the more frantically I moved around the floor. I tried to scramble out of the circle and felt a hard boot in the butt followed by someone grabbing my shorts and ripping the ass out of them.

My bare ass stuck out of the tear and soon was bright red from the men spanking me. Their barking laughter was all I could hear and in my drugged out state I curled up in a kind of kneeling fetal position with my head tucked under my hands, trying to protect myself from further assault.

A large pair of hands grabbed the torn shorts and pulled me backwards on my knees. I flailed about trying to get away from the man with poor results. I felt his hard cock in my butt crack and his hot breath on my neck as he wrapped his arms around my chest and held me against him. He was petting me, running his hands over my chest and belly as he tried to calm me. I strained to see over my shoulder to get a look at him and recognized the man holding me. It was the Cuban I had danced with at the bar. His warm breath caused me to shiver while his deep baritone voice murmured in my ear.

I looked up and another man stood in front of me. His enormous cock stood at attention and his balls hung out of his fly. He pulled my face toward his balls as my Cuban rammed himself against my asshole. My butt hole clenched tight against his invading dick.

“You gonna have to wait for some suck” the Cuban said as he pushed my face to the floor causing my butt to rise to him. My cheeks spread wider and he continued to batter against my tight butt hole. I grunted from the effort of trying to get away but his hands gripped my hips firmly holding me in place. His hard hairy legs felt hot against my inner thighs as he pushed my legs still further apart.

“You gonna get used to getting butt fucked, Nino.” One of the men observed. It hit me that part of the reason I felt so confused was that until then; they had been talking to me in Spanish.

“And you gonna love it.” an unseen man voiced. “I know I’m gonna love fucking it for you.”

The man riding me grabbed my hair. He jerked my head back, snapped his hips forward, and punched my sphincter with his cock. He easily invaded me and I groaned as he pounded himself into me and stretched me around his thick prick. I cried out in shocked agony from the penetration.

“This is cherry,” he grunted to the men circled around us watching.

“You never been fucked before, hey boy?” he hissed in my ear.

“No, never” I whispered.

“The way you dress and act, I thought you were a pro,” he laughed, “But you ain’t nothin’ but a fuckin’ cock tease shakin’ this ass and stickin’ your titties in everyone’s face.”

Tears were flowing down my cheeks. His thrusts into me forced little grunts of air out of my lungs. I was helpless in his arms; I felt as though I had to shit and piss at the same time but it was just the ramming prick making me loose control. He held me by my inner thighs, making a tight vise for my cock and balls and as I looked backwards between my legs he started to message me. My dick started to harden and I saw a thin transparent drool oozing out of me.

“No, sir,” I said the grunts punctuating my words, “Please stop, I’m not a pro, sir; I don’t know what you mean by cock tease.”

This seemed to make him fuck harder. His thick fingers tangled in my blond hair with one hand, and with the other, he pulled me back hard onto his dick. Inch after inch in and out, he sank slowly further into the core of my body, my legs shook and my ass vibrated uncontrollably.

“That don’t matter now, boy, you’re already fucked.” he said cruelly slamming himself into me. “I’ll settle for amateur hour, baby.”

“You’ll be a pro by the time we’re done with you.” One of the others remarked,

The men standing watching my debasement laughed, commenting on my performance and settling a pecking order for turns up my ass.

The Cuban rode me until he grunted “I’m coming baby, take my cum.” I had stopped sobbing and just stared blankly at the wall, my right cheek resting on the floor, my ass in the air as he finished. He eased his pole out of me, slapped my ass sharply and with a bow to his companions, went to get a beer. The others hooted their approval and lined up for their turns. I dissociated from my ordeal and was a passive receptacle for their huge cocks. Generous loads of cum provided them a smooth ride. I only moved when a rapist repositioned me to increase his own pleasure. I then stayed in that position until the next man decided he wanted me in a different pose.

These men excavated my hole boring a tunnel straight into the core of my body. Except for the Cuban’s super thick cock that had first opened my hole, each man was thicker than the one before him so the stress on my hole to stretch never eased. I felt just as tight to the last man as I had been for the first; I was just able to accommodate a whole lot more. The last to use me was a huge black man. He picked my limp body from the floor and put me on my back on a table. My ass hung off the end and he stood framed in the “V” of my spread legs holding my ankles in the air. A gigantically thick and long ebony staff grew from his lower belly. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing it against my dick and balls emphasizing my relative smallness. He started pinching my nipples and I felt heat in my face from the shame of responding erotically to the abuse. His monster nearly reached from my crotch to my chin and he rubbed it’s weight across my genitals and up to my nipples. When he felt my hard little pecker responding to him, he wrapped his huge hand around it and my balls, squeezing and massaging as he maneuvered his baseball sized dick head to my hole. I screamed as his dick squeezed through my hole and made itself at home inside me. Then in a flash of gut stretching burning pain, I passed out.

I drifted in and out of consciousness and every time I’d come around, there was something different happening to me. I awoke still stretched across the table. My head hanged over the edge and there was a large man with a mustache easing a python sized prick down my throat. My fear of being choked caused me to try to get away, but all I could do was squirm on the black man who was still fucking my ass. He moaned his appreciation of my grinding down on his cock. I was shocked to feel his kinky black bush rubbing against my stretched hole. I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and saw that it was mirrored and reflected an image of my torture. I gazed at the scene reflected back to me. I marveled at the way the boy in the mirror absorbed that huge black prick into his body and softly encouraged him to “Ride that nigger dick.” The phrase became a little mantra repeated softly as the pounding continued. He suddenly pulled his pipe from my hole and I and urged the black stallion with a new chant; “Fuck that white boy, fuck him hard.” “You got it, bitch,” the ebony giant laughed as he plugged his whole 14 inches into me in one lunge and picked up a rhythm fast enough to bring him to orgasm.

I discovered that they were feeding me drugs when the Cuban appeared with a syringe and emptied it in my arm. I got my first taste of LSD as well as amyl nitrate and crystal meth. They kept at me, training my mouth and ass and I returned the passion they fucked into me. I tried to block out my situation but I could not deny that I was cumming for them every time one of their cocks entered me and was begging to be used when my ass was not full of dick.

The Cuban grinned down at me as he easily slid himself into my pussified ass. I was rendered totally facile by my captors and tried to please him by milking his wide, long cock with my ass muscles as he picked up a sensuous rhythm, prodding and rotating deep up my cunt. I was looking up into his dark eyes when I glimpsed a syringe in his hand. There was a quick jab in my ass cheek and everything went black.

When I came to, everything hurt. My asshole felt bruised, my cock was rubbed raw, and there was an aching burn in my mouth and throat. I became more aware of my surroundings and realized that I was sitting on cold wet pavement in an alley. My bare ass reminded me that I was naked. I had no clothes, money or identification.

A flamboyant man dressed in red found me sitting beside the trash cans. He wrapped the cape he wore around me and helped me to my feet and led me out of the alley. The pavement was cold and wet on my bare feet as the led me down some steps from the sidewalk and into a bar. The floor was covered in saw dust and to clung to and padded my sore feet as I was led to a bar stool at the far end of the bar. The regulars gathered around us.

“Honey,” my rescuer began’ “I’m the Red Queen of the Opera. Who are you and what do you hope to be?”

I looked at him puzzled by his question. I recognized the bar from my night out with Ted and realized that his apartment was just two buildings or so down the street.

“Sweety,” a man dressed as Mae West purred, “What she means is what the hell happened to you?”

I recounted my story to the gathered group of queens who murmured and gasped at my misfortune.

“Sounds like the work of Carlos the Cuban and his gang” the bartender offered.

“Deary,” a short bald black man in a pink chiffon blouse said, “It’s not your fault them bastards did this to you but you really should know better than to trust men you meet in bars.”

“No not us, don’t worry, you’re safe here.” The red queen said cutting off his friend briskly.

“It was only my second night in town, I’m not from here and it was really only my second time in a bar.” I explained. “Where I go to school is dry and you have to be 21 to drink in Chicago.”

A guy who looked to be not much older than me pushed through the old queens. “Count your blessings, bitch, I know the Cubans and you’ve been had by the best there is. You probably won’t get that lucky again,” he bitched at me, “But if you need someone to watch your back while you do business, I’m available, provided you give me a good taste of the product.” He stroked my face with his hand until the Red Queen pushed him away. “Pay him no mind, honey,” he said, “Miss Thing there is just jealous of any new boys in town. But he is right about one thing, you need someone watching out for you if you’re gonna hustle.”

“I caught your act last week when you were dancing with Carlo,” Mae West purred, “and honey you had it goin’ on. We all wanted you.”

The young guy added, “But they all had you, right? Like I said, I know that crew and you’re lucky you can still walk.”

“Who was that kid? You know, the one from Connecticut that ended up in the wheel chair for a month while doing therapy to learn to walk again.” The barkeep asked his friends.

“Josh or Jeb or some J name,” the young guy replied, “It was that black monster Raul that did the damage. I don’t know of anyone who can take him and not suffer some kind of injury. Most of the hustlers just steer clear of him, even the girls.”

“At least you were spared that,” the Red Queen commented.

“I wasn’t,” I whispered. “I don’t know exactly how many men were there, but I remember that Raul.”

“OOH baby,” the Young guy hooted, “I have a new found respect for you, man. If you can take him up there, you can take anything anywhere and I really want a taste of your goodies now. I wanna kiss the hole that took that pole.”

“Look, I’m not a hustler; I’m just here for a few days on college break. What those guys did was a result of my own stupidity. I let my friend dress me up so I could score free drinks for us. They weren’t even my clothes and I never even considered touching a man before they grabbed me and raped me.”

“Hustlers is as hustlers does,” Mae West chimed in. “Honey, it don’t matter what you think you were doing, you was hustling that night. Drinks, jewels and minks or cash on the line its all the same.”

I sat quietly there among the gathered denizens of the bar and thought about what Mae had just said. It didn’t take me long to realize that she was telling God’s truth and even as naive as I been that night, I was responsible for what had happened to me.

“I think I’m staying near here.” I said after the crowd dispersed, “Is this the duggout?

“Yes, sugar, it sure is,” Mae West replied. Then my friend’s place is just down the block.

I sat there shaking feeling my new truth taking hold. There was a new looseness in my ass and a desire to once again feel a man holding me. I felt a deep lonely emptiness that ached to be filled. The bartender was rummaging around in a box marked lost and found. “I thought I had more” he said as the brought a pair of high heeled stiletto sandals and handed them to me.

“Those should fit, doll,” he said, “At least until you get home, sorry, they’re all I got.” He went back to the box and returned holding what looked to be Ted’s dad’s leather jacket. “If I’m not mistaken, you were wearing this last week when you were here.” He said handing me the jacket. “You must have left it behind when you went with the Cubans.”

“Thanks,” I said slipping the cape off my shoulders and putting on the flight jacket. I brushed the sawdust from my feet and easily slipped on the stilettos. I stumbled as I tried to walk a few steps, falling into the young hustlers arms. I was only wearing the leather jacket and the high heels and he took the opportunity to slip a hand down my ass and slid two fingers deep into my softened hole before sitting me my back on my stool.

“Oh Yeah,” he hooted as he held his fingers under his nose and inhaled deeply, “My favorite flavor, busted cherry.”

“How rude,” the Red Queen said sharply, “C’mon doll, let me walk you home.” I had lost all self consciousness and walked toward the door with my bare ass and family jewels bouncing, I had got a little bit of a chub from the hustler’s fingering my hole. The Red Queen looked down at it and shook her head. “Baby, me and the girls love what we’re seeing here, but you have to cover up better than that to walk into the real world out there.” He draped his cape over my shoulders and pulled it around me.

“There, that’s better,” he smiled as he took my elbow and guided me up the stairs to the street. The building was a little further that I had thought, but the Red Queen stayed with me, walked me up the five floors to the door of Ted’s apartment, and banged on the door. I guess we looked funny because when Ted opened the door to his flat he started laughing at my protector and me.

“You know this man, honey,” my escort asked me pointedly.

“Yeah, it’s my friend Ted” I said.

“You’ll be alright?” the he asked looking me squarely in the eyes.

“He’ll be okay now,” Ted assured him and thanked him for bringing me. I took off his opera cape and gave it to the Red Queen the stood there wearing just the leather jacket and the stilettos thanking him and saying good bye.

“Okay, doll,” the queen said to me, “You take care of yourself.” He turned to leave but hesitated. “You sure you’ll be okay?”

I nodded and thanked him again for being so kind to me. I walked back out into the hallway and watched as his Lucy red hair disappeared down the stairs. I squeezed past Ted into the apartment.

“You look like shit, Billy,” Ted said with a chuckle that didn’t quite fit with the way he was staring at me, “Where the hell have you been for the past week? It’s Christmas Eve and you should be back home.”

I collapsed onto the sofa bed and told him what had happened to me. His eyes gleamed as I described my misfortune.

“Mike’s coming over with some weed,” Ted said when I finished my story. “You want a beer?”

I nodded and he handed me a cold bottle of Schaffer’s.

“You want to get cleaned up?” he asked pointedly not commenting on what I was wearing but l could feel his eyes on me.

I couldn’t wait to shower once he mentioned it, and I really wanted to get into my own clothes. I put the beer on the table and shuffled to the shower stall in the corner of the kitchenette. I slipped off the shoes the Red Queen had given me and tested the water. My aching muscles relaxed as I stepped into the hot spray and tried to scrub the stink of the rapists off my body. I didn’t notice the leer on Ted’s face as he watched me.

The doorbell rang and I turned off the water. I was wrapping a towel around my waist as Ted let Mike into the flat.

“Mikey, Merry Christmas!” I called to him happily as I dried my hair. He didn’t respond right away. Ted was talking rapidly to him in a hushed voice. I couldn’t hear what was being said but every so often they both turned and looked at me in an odd manner.

“No shit,” I heard Mike say as Ted continued to whisper in his ear.

“Hey Billy, Santa’s here.” Mike finally said as he walked toward me. I held out my hand for him to shake but he reached passed it and whipped the towel off my hips. “What you got for me for Christmas”.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed as he pulled me toward him and hugged me tightly forcing the air from my lungs. His hands slid down my back and cupped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he pulled me upward onto my toes against him.

“I hear you got some new skills,” he said as he released me and stepped back and tousled my hair with a large paw.

“Shit, man,” I spat at him, “I’ve been through enough so just leave me the fuck alone.” And started to back away from him.

“C’mon and finish your beer, Billy,” Ted said as he sat down at the table and started rolling joints. I warily walked by Mike on my way to my pack in the corner of the room. I bent down to get a pair of shorts but Mike caught my wrist.

“Don’t bother with that,” he ordered, “There’s nobody here but us chickens.”

Ted picked up the stilettos and the leather jacket and brought them to me. “Why don’t you show Mike the way you were dressed when you got here” he suggested in a hoarse whisper. I continued to try to get dressed but Mike and Ted grabbed me and maneuvered me toward the sofa bed.

“I said show Mike how you were dressed when you came home,” Ted hissed as he pulled my arm into the jacket. “Mike, you gotta see this,” he continued as he strapped the stilettos on my feet.

“Now get up and model your new outfit for the man,” Ted ordered. I got to my feet and walked across the room in an odd wobbling gait because of the high heels. I started to get a chub from the humiliation of my exposed genitals bouncing against my thighs as I walked back to the day bed. I put my hands in the jacket pockets trying to pull the short garment down to hide my excitement.

“Hey, Mike, he’s popping a woody,” Ted remarked pointing at my growing erection, “We’ve been wondering about you all term, Billy, and now we know.” He put his right hand on the center of my chest and pushed, sending me sprawling back on the bed. I lay there on my back; legs splayed and struggled to sit up but the heels prevented me gaining any leverage. Mike approached me and when he got to the edge of the bed he pushed his pants down around his ankles. His big Irish cock stiffened as he toed off his shoes and slipped his pants off completely.

“Don’t” was all I could say but I could tell by the way they were looking at me that my ass was about to get busy, and that they would do whatever they wanted.

Mike removed his shirt, exposing his pale chest. He was more muscular that I remembered and his strawberry pink nipples stood out hard against his hairless pectorals. I had lived in the same room as this man for the past 4 months and it seemed that I had never really looked at him. But I was looking at him now, and felt an itch deep inside my ass as I gazed down his ripped abs to the bright red bush surrounding his huge creamy cock. He moved forward and knelt on the bed between my spread legs. My knees automatically rose toward my chest and my ass rolled up to provide him with easy access to my hole.

“That’s the boy,” he said as he lowered his weight onto me, sliding his smooth torso up mine as his cock moved into position for entry. He laid his cheek against my face and licked my ear. I put my arms around him and hugged him tight as a shiver of delight coursed through me.

There was no struggle as he entered me dry and pushed himself balls deep up my receptive ass. “Hmmm” he uttered as he started a slow grind deep inside me. I started kissing his face. He turned his head, opened his mouth and kissed me, my head started spinning as he sucked on my tongue leaving me breathless.

“He’s getting wet down there,” he said to Ted. His hips began pounding me and I pushed back giving it up for him. He pushed himself up and looked down at me through his long hair. He started moving more forcefully forcing little grunts from me. “He’s really getting juicy.”

He gripped my right leg and ducked under it turning me onto my belly while staying in possession of my pussy. I arched my back, raising my butt hole doggy style for him to go deeper. He grabbed my high heels and held them up to reposition my ass for better purchase. The squishy sounds of his plunging in and out filled the room. Pussy farts punctuated his thrusts as the air he pumped into me escaped accompanying his grunts and groans of pleasure.

I felt more alive than I ever had felt before. I was frantic to touch and taste Mike, wrapping my legs around him to trap him inside my horny hole. We moaned and rolled around on the sofa bed locked together in passion. In a few minutes, I started to feel the contractions of my orgasm and mike groaned and pounded harder against my squeezing sphincter while a steady stream of ball juice oozed out of my dick. The sensation continued to build every minute until Ted knelt on the bed by my head, dangling a dark hairy cock in my face.

“Open your whore mouth and suck my dick,” he ordered gruffly.

“OH shit,” Mike hollered jerking back like he had been burned. “Can’t you wait your turn, man” He pulled out of me with a loud popping sound leaving me empty and frustrated.

“Just wanted a little head,” Ted said as he positioned himself for better penetration. He rode my face for a few minutes and then held me still as he pumped his load onto my tongue.

“You can have him back, man,” Ted offered as he walked back to the table where Mike was sitting naked.