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One Hot Day in Arizona

by Erik Maskot

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It was a very hot day. The temperature must have been in the 120s. I was driving on a gravel road somewhere in Arizona, many miles away from the nearest town, just sand and dust everywhere. After having been on the road for so many hours I needed to stop and get out of the car so I wouldn’t fall asleep. I found an old gas station and decided to stop there. Obviously it must have been closed down years ago, but it provided shade, and that was exactly what I needed. I went to the trunk of my car, and reached for a Coke from the cooler. At least something was still cold, I thought. I took a sip and decided to walk over to the other side of the building where I found shade. There was a door there, so I walked in. It was the restroom. I was surprised to see that there was still water in the toilet, so I tried to turn on the faucet on the sink. There was clean water coming out. I took my t-shirt off, and started washing off some of my sweat. I was about to walk out of there again, when a young stud blocked the door. It surprised me that someone else was here, and especially such a good-looking, muscular stud. He must have noticed the way I was looking at him, because he yelled, “Hey, guys! I think we have a faggot here!” And then I noticed the car with four more guys in their early twenties in it. They were all bare-chested, and wearing faded blue cutoff jeans. Two of them grabbed my arms and pushed me up against the wall. One of them, a dark-haired stud, decorated with several tattoos and rings in his ears and nipples, said to me, “Hope you don’t mind that we’ll be having some fun with you.” I didn’t get time to answer before he put his hand on my crotch and squeezed my cock and balls. I moaned. He unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down. With my jeans around my ankles I couldn’t run, so they had me. The tattooed one forced me down on my knees. He unbuttoned his own jeans and let his ten inch dick out. Even his dick had a ring in it. He forced my mouth open and shoved it down my throat, and started fucking my face. One of the others went down on the floor and grabbed my ass and squeezed it really hard. He spread my cheeks and began to rim my ass hole with one finger, then two, three, and four fingers. He slowly pumped his fingers in my ass. Suddenly he pulled them out and jerked me around so that my back was to him. “Bend over!” he ordered me. I did, and while grabbing onto my cock, he put his own on the crack in my ass and let it trail down until its tip touched my ass hole. He then grabbed my hips and pulled me hard on him until my ass hole was tight against his smooth crotch. I’d never had that much in me, and he began pumping slowly. The other guys were standing around us and jerking off. It didn’t take long before the guy behind me withdrew completely from my ass and then re-entered handlessly. He rammed me repeatedly, before he finally rammed hard inside me and began thrusting his hips against my ass in a vibrating motion. Soon hot spurts of cum repeatedly was released in me, time after time, more than I could contain, so that it leaked out my ass hole and ran down my legs. It was so hot that his sweat was dripping from him and onto my back, and mixed with my own. The tattooed guy pulled out of my mouth, pushed me down on the floor, and then entered my ass violently. I screamed “No, don’t! You’re too big!” But he didn’t listen, and pushed his cock in all the way, and started fucking me slowly. My cock sprang into steel. One of the others said, “Hey, he loves it!” and the tattooed guy replied, “I knew he would!” And they were both right; I had never felt anything this good in my whole life. I didn’t want his cock ever to come out. I gasped and moaned. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and caressed mine with it. His sweat was dripping on my back and my ass. He started fucking me harder, and he kept up the hard pace for about five minutes before suddenly slowing down. He delivered it hard as ever, but in slow, deliberate strokes, holding himself still for a second on each downstroke. Suddenly he lay down on me, pressing his sweaty chest against my back, wrapping his arms around my chest and buried himself all the way in, holding it and grunting “oh fuck, oh fuck,” filling my hole with a warm load. He was lying on top of me for a couple of minutes before he pulled himself out and got up. I stood up as well, but the strangers weren’t done with me yet. The one who had discovered me lay down on the floor and wanted me to sit down on his cock. He was the biggest of them all, with a monster cock that had to be at least twelve inches, but with the sperm from the two others in my ass, I had no problems sitting down on it. I started bouncing up and down on it, but that was obviously what he wanted. He pulled me down, so we were lying chest to chest. We were both sweating. Then one of the other guys came up behind me and lay on top of me. I couldn’t help it, but screamed when he tried to enter me as well. This made him even hornier, and he pushed hard. It hurt like hell when he tried to squeeze his cock into the hole that was already occupied, but then the head was in, and I could relax. Slowly the guy on top of me pushed his dick all the way in and he started fucking me slowly. The monster dick also started moving inside me. I’d never been fucked by two cocks at the same time before. The tattooed guy was standing right next to us and said, “Fuck him, Danny. He loves it. Fuck him good.” And Danny, who was the guy on top of me, said “yeah” with a grin and started fucking me harder. While I was being fucked like nobody has fucked me before, the fifth guy went down on his knees in front of me, and pushed his cock between my lips. “Yeah, that’s it, Mike. Let him have it,” the tattooed guy said. “How do you like being plugged in both holes, dude?” he asked me, but I couldn’t answer him. I worked the cock in my mouth like I loved it, and I sure did love it a lot. But I could tell Mike loved it, too, and I could hear him grunt. I worked him up close to coming a few times, not wanting to lose his big veiny cock too soon. But he needed to come, so I worked him the way I knew would take him over the edge. He shouted, “Damn, he sucks good. I’m coming!” just as the first spray hit my throat. It was one of those sharp, powerful jets that come out first, to clear the way for the coming sperm. Then came a warm flood of semen that filled my mouth. I swallowed it all down. When Mike pulled his cock out, I was moaning loudly. The two cocks in my ass were filling and stretching me. Each time they hit the top of my guts and my prostate with their battering rams, a sound left my throat. Electric shocks prickled through my body like needles, shooting down my legs and into my head. Flashes of light played before my eyes and waves of pleasure washed over me. My balls contracted and I blasted a slow motion jet of semen onto the stomach of the guy under me. I came and came and came. Long streams of spunk climbed upward in long pulsating ropes. Each time the two cocks sank into my ass I shot out a geyser of creamy jizz. This seemed to go on forever and I still hadn’t stopped when the two guys let out a roar in unison, and sprayed the entire inside of my body with hot sperm. Their bodies pressing against mine as their cocks filled me completely. I don’t know long it went on for, but after a while their juices started to flow out of me. Loud slurping, sucking, noises accompanied their deep ass work. When they were finished they pulled out of me and got up. Before they left one of the guys came into the restroom, holding a little white card. “Hey, Shawn, I found this guy’s business card,” he said, smiling. “Oh no,” I thought, they’ve been snooping around in my car, hoping that my money was still there. The tattooed guy, whose name obviously was Shawn, grinned when he read the card. “So, Erik,” he said to me. “You’re from Flagstaff?” I had to admit. “Ya know what? I think I’ll hang on to this card. We might be coming over sometime,” he said and winked at me before they left. I found my jeans lying on the floor and got dressed as fast as I could. As their car pulled back on the road, I ran over to my car to see if my things were still there. The first thing I noticed was my wallet was lying in the driver’s seat, not in the glove compartment where I’d left it. I grabbed it, and to my surprise I discovered all the money was still in it. It looked like they’d taken it at first, but then changed their mind. As far as I noticed, the only things missing were five cans of pop from my cooler. I grabbed a can of Coke and opened it. It tasted good. “I think they deserved that,” I thought and smiled. Then I got back into my car and drove off.

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