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Bi Biker Gang Bang

by Donald Elliott (donaldelliott11@yahoo.com)

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Erectile dysfunction can be a real
problem at an orgy. (MMF, bi, oral, orgy)
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My wife and I had a big fight last month. We'd fought about the same 
things before, but this time it changed my life forever. I was on her 
again about spending too much money. She was mad at me for working long 
hours and not being interested in sex when I got home. We were both 
right. She was spending more than I made and running up the charge card. 
I was wrung out and cranky and managed to work up some enthusiasm for 
sex about only once a month or so. We'd been married a little over a 
year, and neither one of us was enjoying it much.

Anyway, we fought more than usual that night, and I just needed some 
air. Driving around, I spotted a bar on the edge of town and went in for 
a drink or two. That's all I wanted: a couple of drinks. I was not 
looking for sex.  I was almost never looking for sex.

Even before I walked into the bar - when I saw all the motorcycles in 
the parking lot -- I could sense that it was not the kind of place where 
a well-dressed young guy (I was 23) was going to fit in. Every other 
customer in the place - and there seemed to be 10 or 12 in the small 
tavern -- was dressed like he belonged to some sort of motorcycle gang.

They all looked to be in their 30's and 40's. Actually, there were one 
or two women there, too, but they were clearly with the guys, and 
weren't any younger, or cleaner. These were big, chunky guys, too. Some 
of them looked pretty fat, and others were hard muscled and bulked up 
like weightlifters. I'm only five foot seven and weigh 125 dripping wet, 
little of it muscle. There wasn't a man in the place under five ten, and 
they were all 200 pounds at least.

At the same time, while I was obviously out of place, I had no reason to 
feel uncomfortable. I mean, I didn't get any menacing glares or 
anything. In fact, everybody pretty much ignored me for quite a while. 
Once in a while I thought I sensed that people were talking about me, 
but that was probably just my imagination. I did seem to be getting 
looked at a lot, but again there were no menacing stares or anything. It 
was almost like they'd never seen anyone clean and well-dressed before! 
Or, I smiled to my own joke, thin.

The bartender was an older black man of about 60. He kept pouring me 
drinks and didn't say much. I was on my third drink and beginning to 
really relax when Ray - the name was embroidered on his jacket - sat 
next to me and asked how I was doing. He seemed friendly at first, so I 
chatted with him for a few minutes. By then I was starting to get a 
strange vibration off of him, like he was talking with me as sort of a 
joke or something.

Maybe his friends had dared him to come? Too many other people were 
watching us quietly for the scene to be 100% normal. I began to suspect 
that he was jerking my chain, and started to watch my words a little 
bit. I wasn't sure if he was setting me up for a joke, or playing with 
my mind, but I felt awkward.

Unfortunately, the way I handled my discomfort was to drink more than I 
should have. Within another 20 minutes or so, during which a friend of 
Ray's sat down with us, I was working on drink #6 and getting a bit buzzed.

Ray and Pete announced that one of the women was going to "pull a train" 
in the back room, and would I like to watch? I really, really, didn't 
want to say the wrong thing, but watching some skanky broad get 
gang-banged on a pool table was both revolting and appealing at the same 
time.

What was the right answer? Was I supposed to say thanks but no thanks, 
and get out of their club now? Or was I supposed to be "one of the 
guys?" The whole scene still seemed not real, and the way Ray and Pete 
exchanged glances with each other while chatting with me had me feeling 
like some sort of insect under a magnifying glass. These two guys were 
studying me much harder than made sense.

Pete put his left arm around my shoulders, leaned in close, and said 
"don't worry, Cherry-boy; she doesn't bite." He laughed a little and 
said that I could watch Delores get fucked by the whole group, or leave 
in the middle. "Hang loose, man...." I wasn't wild about being taunted 
with the nickname he'd hung on me, but I wasn't sure what to do about it.

"Yeah, man," said Ray. "Come on back and watch some hard fuckin'!" Ray 
put his right hand on my left thigh and gave me a friendly squeeze.

What was the matter with me? These guys couldn't have been friendlier, 
and I was getting all tense and tight-assed. I reached for another drink 
as I got up from the bar and went into the back room with Ray and Pete.

Everyone else was already there. The room had couches along two walls, a 
pool table in the middle, and even dimmer lighting than the main bar. As 
my eyes adjusted I saw both women had taken their jackets and t-shirts 
off and were bare-chested next to the table, kissing each other 
feverishly. I had no idea which one was Delores. All of the guys in the 
room except Ray and Pete and I had fired up a joint. Ray lit one up for 
himself and somebody I didn't know handed joints to Pete and me.

The marihuana cigarettes glowed in every corner of the room, and I stood 
where I'd come in, with Pete's arm still around my shoulders, and began 
to mellow out. By the time I finished my second joint I was slipping in 
and out of reality in cycles.

The first real sex I noticed was when I opened my eyes after nodding off 
for a few seconds and saw the redheaded woman naked on the floor on her 
hands and knees, getting fucked at both ends by guys who hadn't taken 
their clothes off; they'd just dropped their trousers. So the redhead 
was Delores. I wondered briefly what had happened to the blond. Several 
other guys were naked and had enormous erections, so I figured they were 
the next team.

I was wrong. Ray and Pete loudly announced that "Cherryboy's next!"

The redhead hadn't seemed to even know I existed until then. She still 
had one guy's 8-inch rod between her lips as he knelt in front of her, 
and she was slurping it like mad. His dick looked big and thick to my 
inexperienced eyes. I hadn't ever seen many boners other than my own. 
The guy doing her pussy from behind had shot his own load a few seconds 
ago and withdrew his even larger penis as Pete spoke. I stared in awe at 
the ten inches of slimy cock that he withdrew from Delores's cunt. It 
dangled between his legs as he sat back on his haunches and savored his 
orgasm.

I had only seen a few other guys naked growing up - locker rooms and 
such - but had never seen any other man's dick when it was erect. The 
dicks I'd seen in gym locker rooms, even though they'd all been pointing 
at the ground, had clued me in to the fact that most guys had bigger 
dorks than I did, but this fellow's pole- like penis was a revelation! 
My own cock was about 5 inches long, max, when I had a woodie.

I'd long suspected that "real men" hoisted 6 or 7 inchers. But ten? 
Jesus, what a cock that guy was fondling. It not only glistened in the 
dim light with the redhead's slimy cunt-juice all over it, but it was 
still leaking cum as he stroked it. Lots of cum. I was drifting in and 
out again, so I was not aware that, by the time I turned my attention 
back to the red headed woman I was scheduled to hump any moment, 
everyone else had noticed me staring intently at the naked penises 
around the room.

I also had not noticed, in my haze, that Ray and Pete had gotten me a 
long way towards getting my clothes off. My shirt was completely 
unbuttoned and my belt was loose. They helped me take off my shirt, and 
then slip out of my trousers, as they moved me towards Dolores, the 
sperm-loaded redhead still on the floor in front of me. Somebody handed 
me another drink, which I gulped down without a thought. I was feeling 
no pain as I was pushed down on the floor next to Delores and all the 
guys started urging her to "pop Cherry-boy's cherry".

She kissed me clumsily and laid me back flat on the floor. She tugged my 
pants off of my ankles and even removed my underpants so that I was, 
like her, completely naked. She then crawled up over me and kissed me 
some more, while rubbing the front of her body all over the front of mine.

My brain was on fire - I'd never been in so erotic a situation before - 
and I kissed her back passionately. I grabbed at her breasts and thrust 
my loins up at hers. This was going to be a blast, I thought, just 
before my mind wandered off somewhere else again for a few seconds. Good 
grass.

When I focused on Delores again, she had turned around so that we were 
in a 69 position. I felt one of her hands on my dick, and her lips 
nuzzling my pubic region, but I did not seem to have much sense of 
feeling in my dick, and I feared I wasn't getting much of an erection. 
Somewhere off to the side I realized I was being laughed at by the 
unimpressed onlookers:

"Cherry-boy's a needle dick, isn't he, Ray?"

"Delores isn't going to get much out of that limp- dicked sissy, is she?"

"Yo, Delores, your clit's bigger than his dicky dicky. You better suck a 
lot harder if you want to get fucked this week!"

I suddenly wished I was somewhere else. This was supposed to be every 
man's ultimate sexual fantasy, being part of a dirty gang fuck, but I 
was buzzed from the joints and drunk and my southern regions were not 
joining in the fun. The rug on the floor was rough and dirty against my 
back and a room full of strange men, some naked, were standing over me 
fondling their penises and getting ready to join my grope. Maybe I could 
speed this up and get it over with.

Delores was doing her damnedest to get my mojo working, but I needed 
something more. I tilted my head up and started munching on her cunt. I 
normally love performing oral sex on my wife, and experience told me 
this was likely to wake up my cock. Lord knows Delores liked the idea: 
the moment she felt me licking her slot she opened her legs and fairly 
sat on my face. I heard her moaning in delight as I licked further and 
further into her pussy.

The fellow with the dick twice the size of mine had loaded her with cum, 
and I was getting a taste of sperm with every move she made. Even while 
the thought occurred to me that I was drinking another man's dick juice, 
I realized that no cunt had ever tasted this good before, and I licked 
and slurped with increased passion. Delores noticed, too, and pushed 
herself up on her arms and wriggled her cunt all over my face. She was 
close to cumming, though I couldn't know that, and she had abandoned any 
pretense of being interested in my penis, which lay small and worm-like 
between my legs as she moaned her pleasure.

A black biker who had been pulling his pants off for the last few 
minutes suddenly stood at my ankles and told Delores to "suck a real 
cock, Delores!" She raised up her shoulders, grabbed his ass and slid 
his dark pole into her mouth with genuine enthusiasm. He had one foot on 
the floor on each side of my feet, and with my legs now immobilized and 
Delores' more upright position putting more and more weight on my mouth, 
I couldn't move.

Pete announced that he wanted some pussy even if I didn't, and 
approached the redhead from behind. I could see him standing over me as 
I peered up through the woman's crotch and behind her ass-cheeks. He 
dropped his pants and pulled out a colossal dick of his own, easily 9 
inches long and as thick as my wrist.

"Kneel down, Andy," barked Pete to his black friend, "I want to get her 
pussy up where I can reach it."

The black guy knelt where he'd been standing and Delores didn't take her 
mouth off his dick for a second - as he went down, her head went right 
down with him, and her pussy lifted slightly from my sperm-slick lips. 
Meanwhile, Pete had knelt right behind Delores and now had a knee at 
each of my ears. His shiny penis swayed right over my face as he slowly 
began to drill it into Delores' very, very wet cunt-lips. It looked like 
I wasn't going anywhere for a while.

I had no idea what Delores' mouth and the big black dick were doing, but 
Pete and I sure had no secrets. Delores raised her snatch just a bit off 
of my face and that was all the room Pete needed. His beautiful dick was 
sliding slowly in and out of the slut's pussy just inches over my own 
upturned face.

In fact, his large furry balls were dragging back and forth across my 
face on each stroke. Our audience was really starting to get into the 
spirit of things now, urging Andy to "blow her tonsils out with that 
black dick of yours, Smokey," and telling Pete to "give Cherry-boy some 
more sperm to lick up!"

"See what a real man's dick looks like, Short-stuff?" sneered Pete. 
"That little girly dick of yours can't compare to this tool, can it?"

One thing that surprised at the time was how much I enjoyed looking at 
Pete's cock. It was much bigger than mine, and looked like it would 
explode any minute it was so hard. It glistened slightly in the dim 
light. It was perfectly shaped with a thick shaft and a plum- sized 
head. Why was I so entranced by this heavily- veined penis moving back 
and forth just inches from my face?

I was uncomfortable about not knowing what was going to happen this 
evening, but at the same time I kind of liked being surrounded by all 
these men who no longer seemed to expect me to perform for them. Now 
that I was just a spectator, I was enjoying looking at everybody else's 
crotches, with nothing demanded of me. I didn't have to fuck anybody 
tonight, it was turning out, but I would get to experience a lot of 
other people fucking. This could be fun, and at least I had a good view 
of the action!

Suddenly Pete stiffened and jammed his dick as far into Delores' pussy 
as he could possible go. He twitched a few times and then was still. 
"Didja feel that load, Delores?" he boasted. "I'll bet I just pumped 
more come between your legs than anybody ever did!" "Needledick here 
likes to drink cum from your pussy. Time to feed him again!"

And he very slowly withdrew his cock, which shined wetly in the light, 
and let it fall from her cunt onto my face. Carefully, while holding my 
head where it was with his knees, he slid his slimy dick around all over 
my cheeks and mouth. "Didja like that, short-stuff?" "Feel my cock on 
your fuzzy pink cheeks?" The smell of their coupling was driving me nuts 
with passion even though my penis STILL wouldn't get erect. The stink of 
sex was all over my face and other than the taunts and the ridicule, I 
might have enjoyed this once-in-a- lifetime sexual marathon.

Delores lowered her sperm-drenched pussy to my mouth again as Pete made 
fun of me some more. "Suck my load out, Sissy-boy. You can't fuck, but 
you suck jism like a champ! I'll be hard again in a minute, and maybe we 
can cut out the middleman. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I didn't know it, but Andy had long since pumped an enormous load of his 
sperm down Delores's gullet, and another man had moved into place for 
his blowjob. Because she was sitting up almost straight again, wriggling 
her crotch around all over my face, he needed to move forward to get his 
pole of flesh into her waiting lips. My legs were in his way, and he 
sort of kicked at my feet and ankles.

I was in a dream world of my own, still staring at Pete's dick hanging 
over my head as his sperm poured into my mouth from the girl's 
cunt-lips. I wasn't sure why someone was trying to move my legs or what 
they wanted, but I reflexively drew them up so my heels were closer to 
my buttocks and my knees were bent. That suited the guy just fine. He 
knelt down to bring his dick closer to Delores' mouth, and he took my 
knees in his big hands and lifted them up even higher so he could get 
his knees in close to my ass and feed Delores her next meal.

There I was naked on the floor of the back room of a roadside bar. A 
whore I'd never spoken to was flooding my mouth with the spunk of the 
second man she'd fucked that night. I'd drunk as much jism as she had, 
though she had another big dick in her mouth and would undoubtedly move 
ahead of me in that competition pretty soon. I guy I couldn't see was 
lifting my legs up and exposing my pale white ass cheeks to a room full 
of very, very horny guys. And, between the sex, the drugs, and the 
booze, I wasn't minding as much as one might think being turned into a 
sexual centerpiece by a gang of horse-dicked thugs.

Pete moved aside, reluctantly I thought, and another penis came into 
view over my face. This baby was black, uncircumcised, about 8 inches 
long, and dripping pre- cum in anticipation of either the redhead's cunt 
or my face, it wasn't clear which. It turned out to be Delores, because 
he rubbed his foreskin back and forth on my lips for only a few seconds 
before ordering me to lick her pussy while he fucked her. I'd only 
gotten a few drops of his pre-cum on my tongue, but I realized I liked 
the flavor. I wondered fleetingly if black cum tasted different than 
white guys'.

Licking the redhead's pussy while she fucked somebody was harder than I 
thought. At first I tried to keep my tongue out of the way as that 
beautiful uncut black shaft slipped into her now-swampy fuck-hole. Most 
of the time I kept tonguing her clit as he slowly slid in and out, but 
every once in a while they'd move slightly and I found myself tenderly 
licking the underside of his very tasty cock. After a few minutes I 
began to get into the spirit of things again, and I didn't care so much 
whose organs I was licking. Her red-haired cunt and his warm black dick 
tasted exactly the same.

Pete hadn't gone far, and he cheered me on. "I knew he was a pussy! Lick 
Roger's dick, you cocksucker. We're all going to fuck YOU before the 
night is over, you dickless faggot!"

This talk was turning me on more than it was frightening me. Somehow 
this most unnatural scene was beginning to feel very natural. I enjoyed 
being mocked for my small dick, I enjoyed having my mouth used as a 
receptacle, and I enjoyed most of all being, with Delores, the center of 
so much sexual attention.

Ray smiled as someone off on the side yelled, "Skippy's gonna pull HIS 
first train tonight!"

Some of the other guys moved in closer, and out of the corner of my eyes 
I saw someone reach towards my body. I felt someone twisting my right 
nipple and someone else fondling my still-limp penis. Another hand was 
stroking my ass cheeks.

"We're all gonna fuck you tonight, little girl," mumbled another black 
biker, as he ran his hands over my stomach. "And maybe if you're lucky 
I'll fuck you twice...."

I didn't expect what happened next. Delores quietly raised herself 
slightly from my face, let the still- loaded dicks slip from both ends, 
and announced that she thought she was going to throw up. And then she 
was gone, racing for the bathroom over in the corner where, leaning over 
the bowl, she puked all the booze she'd guzzled before the party started.

This happened so fast, and with so little warning, that the big guy 
whose penis had been bumping her throat looked down at me in puzzlement. 
He still had my legs in his hands, a colossal hard on, and nowhere to 
go. Roger's uncut joint was lying on my face oozing cum and twitching 
like mad. I briefly imagined how neat that must have looked, his shiny 
black penis rubbing all over my pale pink face.

Then Roger suddenly noticed that, while I was still licking his dong, 
Delores wasn't coming back and my mouth was suddenly free. I shouldn't 
have been so surprised when he started poking the end of his foreskin 
between my lips. I was very surprised that I loved it, and began to suck 
him as well as I could in my upside-down position.

Pete must have read my mind, or else he saw how I was straining my neck 
to suck my first dick. "Roll him over!" he yelled, and Roger and the 
other guy both got the idea at the same time.

They rolled me over onto my hands and knees, and the guy behind me whose 
name I never did learn hoisted my ass up and maneuvered me into the 
doggy position that had served Delores so well. I could have waited 
until Roger forced his beautiful black cock towards me before I opened 
my mouth, but I'm ashamed to say that force wasn't necessary.

The moment I realized that the first black penis I'd ever tasted was 
pointing at my tonsils, I opened wide and started sucking like crazy. 
Roger sat down on the floor and my face followed his dick all the way 
down. He opened his legs and gave me the chance to nuzzle his furry 
balls and lick his scrotum. I grabbed his black cock with both my white 
hands and sucked like a maniac.

About the time that Roger announced to the room that I was the best 
cocksucker whose mouth he'd ever fucked, the guy behind me started to 
slather my ass with something oily.

"Open wide, pussy-boy. Fingers first, but my dick's coming in for a 
landing in a few seconds."

It sure didn't feel like a finger in my ass, it felt like a log. But he 
kept greasing and probing and greasing and probing and I can't say it 
actually hurt at all. It just felt really, really uncomfortable at first 
-- and then it sort of tingled and started to feel good. Real good. I 
moaned.

"You were right, Ray! Cherry-boy is a born faggot. You sure can spot them!"

"I told you so as soon as he walked in to the bar, didn't I? I told you 
I could get him to suck dick for us!"

I whimpered in embarrassment, but kept sucking Roger's enormous black 
pole. I didn't care whether I'd been set up, or seduced, or raped, to 
tell you the truth. I just wanted the finger in my ass to keep moving 
back and forth forever, and the black log fucking my face to give me 
some sperm to drink soon.

I got my second wish first. Roger held my cheeks tenderly in his hands 
and announced that it was "swallow black spunk time". He almost stopped 
moving for a second and I felt his glorious penis throb and twitch in my 
mouth like I was driving it crazy, instead of the other way around. Then 
it pulsed and let loose a massive squirt of sperm, the first I'd ever 
tasted straight from a penis. I gobbled that first blast down and moaned 
even loader as I tried to coax more and more slime from his dick. There 
was plenty more where the first shot had come from.

I was fascinated to notice how his orgasm changed as it unfolded. The 
first load had been fired as if from a gun, and Roger's meat jerked in 
my mouth as it fired that first salvo. Then his cock sort of rippled and 
pulsed between my lips several times as several mouthfuls of cum coursed 
over my tongue. Finally his large penis just sort of throbbed between my 
lips as he squeezed even more jism into my mouth.

"This white cunt-mouth doesn't want to let go of my cock!" Roger shouted 
with glee as everyone in the room watched my shameless performance. 
"He's still sucking!"

That was true. I can't explain why, but I loved the feeling of this 
powerful piece of meat in my mouth. Roger was taller and wider and 
stronger than I was, and his black power-stalk was almost twice as large 
as my own measly dick. It was warm with lust, and stiff with power. It 
throbbed and pulsed and connected me with Roger's own rugged manliness. 
It just seemed right somehow that a little guy like me ought to service 
a real man like Roger. I belonged on my knees at the feet of such a big man.

"If this girly-boy is half as good a fuck, I'm in for a real treat, 
huh?" the man behind me shouted as he finally pulled his fingers from my 
ass and lined up his cock with my pink asshole. Slowly he pressed 
against my tail end until just the head of his cock slid with a pop into 
my virgin rectum. Again, it didn't so much hurt as feel kind of funny, 
and after a few seconds he began sawing his dick in and out of my 
upturned ass.

"I don't believe it!" the stranger crowed as I slowly rocked back and 
forth to ease his man-meat into my slut-hole. "College boy is fucking 
himself!"

What I didn't believe is that a black dick belonging to a man I'd never 
spoken a word to had just exploded in my mouth, and that another 
enormous black man I'd never even really seen was running his dick up my 
ass. I had always thought I was a normal, hetero guy. How had this bunch 
known I wasn't? This was about way more than sex, though I was loving 
the sex. This was about these guys putting me into my proper place.

The second woman, who hadn't spoken a word all night, was over on a 
couch getting fucked for the third or fourth time. As soon as the stud 
she was working on shot his load, she shakily got to her feet and 
wandered over to where I was on the floor.

"Turn him over again and fuck him like a girl, Tommy," she said to the 
person belonging to the penis in my ass. Tommy thought that was a good 
idea, so he rotated me without even withdrawing his dick from my poop 
chute and, after hooking my legs over his shoulders, began to pound it 
to me face to face. Just like I was a girl. It gave me the strangest 
feeling to be belly to belly with this man. While I didn't mind the hard 
greasy pole sliding in and out of my rear end, the feeling was not 
particularly sexy.

My butt seems not to be an erogenous zone. It did feel kind of full and 
warm, and the tight grip my insides gave his dick felt vaguely pleasant. 
But what was giving me the most intense sexual pleasure of my life was 
being held down by this hard-muscled black man as he lay on top of me 
and fucked me. I belonged under him, it seemed. He was bigger than me, 
and he was stronger than me, and his large throbbing dick made him twice 
as much of a man as me. He held my legs firmly under his arms as he 
plunged in and out of me, and I loved what he was doing. I belonged to him.

The booze and the grass were wearing off now, and I was able to 
appreciate my pleasure more, too. The blond who had come over to us now 
turned herself around so that her back was to Tommy and squatted on my 
face. Half the men in the room had shot their spunk up her hairy cunt in 
the last hour, and she urged me loudly to lick her clean. And that is 
what I wanted to do. These men had fucked her cunt, and I wanted to lick 
her more than anything.

I went to work on her pussy like I was thirsty. If it could possibly be 
so, I thought she tasted better than the redhead. It didn't seem to take 
very long for my deep probing of her pussy with my eager tongue to give 
her an orgasm, which expelled more jism into my mouth; I swallowed with 
delight. She moved a few more inches and ordered me to lick her asshole. 
As nearly as I could tell, no one had fucked her there, because it 
looked clean and dry to me. I shook my head no in any case, but Tommy 
decided that I ought to do as I was told and he twisted both my nipples 
savagely while fucking my lights out and told me to do as I was told.

Fortunately, her rear end was pretty clean, so nothing terrible happened 
to me when I touched her puckered asshole with my tongue. I guess it 
didn't do too much for her, either, because she announced she had to 
take a leak and started to get off of my face.

"The toilet floor's full of barf, Carol" someone said. The blond looked 
over to where the redhead had passed out in her own vomit on the floor 
inside the toilet and groaned.

"I really have to piss, fellas," she complained. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Piss on sissy-mouth!" somebody shouted, and soon several bikers were 
chanting "Piss on him. Piss on him."

I might have been paying more attention to Carol if I weren't thinking 
about my penis. After betraying me all evening by remaining three inches 
long, it was now fairly stiff, and bumped Tommy's belly on every down- 
stroke. I was playing with myself and wondering if I could come just 
from the pleasure of having my ass fucked by this big dude pounding away 
at me. I was wondering to myself where my prostate was, and whether 
Tommy's cock was touching it. When Carol actually pissed on my face, I 
jumped.

"Drink my piss, baby," Carol crooned to me as she slowly released her 
bladder on my face. "Lick it all up and I'll give you a present...."

I swallowed some of her golden shower, but it tasted terrible and I just 
kept my mouth closed as the rest of her load splashed over my face. I 
did lick her snatch when she was finished, though, which surprised me. I 
must have been really out of it. Things I'd never imagined anyone doing 
were giving me tremendous pleasure. I didn't like piss, but it seems I 
really like being pissed on, if that makes any sense. That fit with what 
I'd felt a moment before: I didn't like anal sex, but I loved having a 
real man drill his dick up my ass.

Tommy growled like a big bear and announced to the whole room that he 
was about to blast my ass full of sperm. My asshole was so snug and 
tight around his cock that I could feel his shaft swell and squirt as he 
let loose inside me. He was so wrung out by our fuck that he just leaned 
on me for a while as his dick softened and finally slid out of me all by 
itself. Another guy - a tall, bearded redhead - moved in to replace him 
and slid his dick easily into my now-dilated butt-hole.

As he settled in between my thighs I groaned in pleasure. My legs were 
free now and I tightly wrapped them around his buttocks, holding him in. 
He was much taller than me, too, so my arms came under his arms and up 
around his chest as I hugged his hairy chest against me. As I held on 
tightly to him he slipped his hot shaft in and out of me again and again 
until I suddenly closed my eyes and blasted my own load of jism all over 
our stomachs.

He appreciated the compliment I guess, because the announced to everyone 
that "man, this guy loves my dick so much that he just shot his own load 
all over his stomach!" A small cheer went up. I was emotionally drained. 
I had never had such an intense orgasm. I continued to hold the guy as 
tightly as I could and started licking and sucking his nipples as I 
continued to moan nonsense.

Now, everyone wanted a piece of me. Dicks slid into my mouth one after 
the other, and each guy seemed to last only a few seconds before 
flooding my tonsils with cum. For a while I was on my knees, wrapping my 
arms around the ass of each big man as he stood in front of me and let 
me worship his cock. Many of the guys just sat on the couches next to 
each other, passing beers and joints back and forth while commenting on 
my talents as I crawled between their legs and went from one prick to 
the next.

The blond woman blew a few guys, too, and one time we both slathered our 
tongues over the same crotch for a while to have a sort of competition. 
Some of the men scooted forward to the edge of the couch and made me 
lick their balls and between their ass-cheeks. I was in heaven. It felt 
nice to be the center of attention. I got another thrill when several of 
the men stood over me as I crouched between one of their buddy's legs 
and, while I vacuumed his penis, they pissed on me.

Tommy gave me another whiskey and then fucked me for a while, but before 
cumming came around to my head and told me to suck his dick instead. It 
briefly occurred to me that this was probably about the nastiest thing 
one man could do to another. It was disgusting - outrageous. I didn't 
expect to enjoy this as much as I did. Somehow it seemed right for me to 
love his penis so much that I would clean my own juices off of it.

When the big redheaded guy saw that, he came over for a turn too. He 
screwed me for just a few minutes, fired his enormous load up my ass, 
and then he turned me around like I was a small doll and shoved his 
greasy dong between my lips, too. I was on my hands and knees again, 
with Big Red's penis sawing in and out of my mouth, when I closed my 
eyes, thought briefly how good it felt to be loved by so many men, and 
drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up an hour later I was face down on one of the couches. The 
room was completely quiet and somebody was sliding his penis in and out 
of me. I heard music coming from the jukebox in the front bar. I had no 
idea who was tubing me. As I stirred and opened my eyes the man humping 
my ass rolled me over and twisted my nipples. It was the old bartender 
from the front room.

Everyone else had left, and he was taking advantage of my availability 
for the first time after watching me get gang-banged for hours. My ass 
had no feeling left after all the action it had seen, but he didn't seem 
to mind and he groaned as he pumped his sperm into me, too. After he 
pulled his large black penis from my rear end he moved up to the top of 
the couch and told me to lick him clean, too. I guess he'd watched THAT 
part earlier, too.

As tired as I was, exhausted really, and groggy from the alcohol, I 
still enjoyed having what might be my last dick in a long time rubbing 
around inside my mouth. I not only sucked all the cum of his dong, but I 
kept going until he was hard again. He had quite a tool for an old guy; 
a big thick black monster twice the size of my pale little pecker. I 
told him to sit down on the couch and then I knelt between his legs. 
Using my lips and tongue for all I was worth, I gave this old guy the 
best blowjob of his life. There wasn't much sperm left for me to drink 
the second time he came, but even a little bit of jism is better than 
none at all.

I washed up a little bit before I went home, and fortunately my wife was 
asleep, so I didn't have to explain where I'd been or why I smelled so 
bad. After a quick shower I went to bed. The next day it all seemed like 
a really, really dirty dream. Every time I thought about what had 
happened that night I would get an erection. My wife got more sex that 
month than I'd given her all year! Somehow, even though I was thinking 
about cocks, the fact that I was having sex with her made it seem almost 
straight.

I stayed away from the bar for a couple of weeks, but eventually my 
feelings drew me back. I was really disappointed that there were no 
motorcycles out front. There were several pickup trucks, and I went in 
and found three black guys inside, drinking at the far end of the bar 
and talking to the old bartender. The bartender looked up and gave me a 
big hello as I sat down at a table.

"Hey, white meat, I knew you'd be back!" He left the three truck drivers 
at the end of the bar and came down to serve me a drink, and then went 
back to talk quietly to them. The way they kept spinning their heads 
around to look at me, I could imagine what the bartender was talking about.

"None of your friends 'came' here tonight," he said loudly, and then 
broke into a wide grin, as if he'd just made a funny joke. I tried not 
to react to his taunt.

"But that doesn't mean no one will come tonight, does it?" He grinned 
like a fool as the three customers looked me over intently.

"My friends here have heard all about your last visit, and if you lock 
the front door the evening might not be a total loss."

I chugged my whiskey and stared back at the three big guys, staring at 
me. It sounded interesting, and I had wondered ever since the first 
evening if I was going to change my life forever or just chalk it up to 
one crazy "walk on the wild side". On the other hand, my wife was 
expecting me home in a few minutes.

I set my glass down on the table, got up, and walked to the door. Then I 
turned over the hanging plastic sign so that "Open" now faced inside. I 
also flipped the lock.

"You guys see that sign?" I asked, as I walked slowly into the back room.

But that's another story.

donaldelliott11@yahoo.com

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