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Men's Club - 2
by Willing (volatw@aol.com)
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More of the story; the men meet and play with animals.
(MM, orgy, beast)
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For several months there were just the six of us
meeting for the Men's Club. John, my boss, would call
me - Ted - into his office from time to time at work
for some sexual relief. His calls for attention came
especially near the end of a difficult day,
occasionally in the morning when he came in frustrated
from his wife turning him down the night before.
He had me suck his cock and fucked me in the ass every
time. Some times he reciprocated, sucking me and
letting me fuck him. In the mornings he was freshly
bathed, clean, smelling of aftershave and cologne. The
afternoons were a bit of a challenge for me. By that
time his crotch was sweaty, smelling and tasting of man
musk from the day's work in his fancy suits, peeing
from time to time during the day.
I was under his desk sucking him one time, mouthing his
balls, rimming his ass, when a senior employee came in
to talk with him about a business matter. I can't
imagine how he stayed focused on the conversation, but
he did as I sucked him off and swallowed his cum. The
visitor never knew John was getting off, shooting his
hot creamy sperm in my mouth as he made serious
business decisions.
One of the hottest times during this period for the six
of us was at a mountain retreat that combined many of
the things we all enjoyed other than fucking with each
other. In the high mountains at a lodge near a lake fed
by a beautiful river, we enjoyed horseback riding,
rafting the river, canoeing in the lake, the tennis
courts, golf, Olympic swimming pool, Jacuzzi, steam
bath, dry sauna and services of studly young masseurs
who really knew how to take care of a men who enjoyed
sex with a man. Some things happened there that I had
read about, only imagined, but never expected to become
a part of my sex life.
John considered these outings business trips, corporate
meetings for employee morale - his and mine after I
became his favorite employee. The trips were paid for
by the company and used as tax write offs. The costs
were relatively low. Art, spending his inheritance,
picked up the tabs for the rooms. The rest of us paid
only for those activities in which we participated -
riding, rafting, canoeing, playing tennis, golf, and
the sexy massages. [I will share with you later, if
interest continues about a special massage session I
enjoyed there on this trip.]
The beginning of the things that happened there that I
had read about, only imagined, but never expected to
become a part of my sex life, was after all six of us
went on a mountain trail ride. For this ride we used
donkeys due to the precipitous canyons along the narrow
trails. Back at the barn we were taking care of our
mounts, washing, wiping down and brushing our donkeys
in their individual stalls.
My little steed dropped a big black cock tinged with
red from his sheath. I could not help but stroke it,
feeling its fleshy thickness and length. Since he was a
donkey, his cock looked okay for taking in my mouth. I
knelt beside him, pulled his cock underneath his belly
to my mouth.
I kissed the head tentatively tasting, feeling and
smelling donkey dick for the first time. It excited me.
I stroked it more and took the thick head in my mouth.
The donkey spread his legs, arched his hips and yielded
his cock to the wet ministrations of my mouth. He
brayed lustfully, the only way I can describe his sound
as he enjoyed me sucking his cock.
I had about half of it in my mouth, was stroking the
other half, urging him to cum, when John walked into
our stall. "Oh my, Ted, that is so hot!" he exclaimed.
"What's it like? The taste, smell, feel? Is he going to
cum? You gonna swallow his jizz?"
Embarrassed but overly excited too by the long, fat
cock in my mouth, I mumbled, "Yefth," glancing around
at John. John had opened his riding pants and was
stroking his cock, not much smaller than the donkeys.
"Yeah, yeah, Ted," John urged me, "suck him off."
I went at the donkey dick, stroking and sucking it. The
donkey pranced, jerked toward me, shuddered, brayed
loudly, "A-unh, a-unh, a-unh." He snorted as his randy
cum filled my mouth to overflowing.
I sat back on my heels at first. John came over and
slid his big cock in my mouth, bathing his hard flesh
stick with the donkey jism. I was swallowing the donkey
juice and nursing John's cock as I did so.
John fucked my mouth for awhile. Then he guided me to
some bales of hay in the stall. He pulled down my
pants, turned me around and bent me over the hay bales.
Kicking open my legs, he slid the head of his dripping
cock up and down in my crack, lubing it with his pre-
cum. He spit onto my ass crack mixing his pre-cum with
his spit, centered his mushroom crown on my crinkled
hole and breached it with his slimy cock.
"Oh fuck," I hissed, "fuck my ass, sir, please. Fuck me
good. I am so horny after sucking that donkey off and
want to cum. Fuck the cum out of me."
John rode his prod in my hole, penetrating me deeply,
his balls bouncing on mine. He reached around and
massaged my clear pre-cum over the helmet of my cock
and slicked it down my shaft. More pre-cum oozed out of
my slit, and I started shooting a hot load of creamy
cum, white bolts onto the hay bale. As my ass clenched
and relaxed on his cock pummeling my cunt, John flooded
my bowels with his cumload.
Art, Bill, Larry and Elvin were now in the stall with
us. I saw them as I looked around. They were stroking
their own cocks, pants open, and massaging their balls.
They reached for one another to do the same, stroke
hard, wet cocks and fondle the balls of the man nearest
them to their right, left, or across from them.
Keeping me bent over the hay bales or turning me face
up, each of them took a turn in my ass. By the time
Elvin finished fucking me my asshole was gaping open
and would not close. Semen leaked from my hole running
over my balls, streaked the inside of my legs, oiled my
crack, and bubbled in my rectum.
The donkey I had sucked pushed his way through them to
get at me. His cock was unsheathed again, sticking out
under his hairy belly, hard. He breathed raggedly,
braying slowly, "Un-ah, un-ah, un-ah." It was clear to
me and to the five other members of our club that the
donkey wanted to fuck me.
The quintet lifted me, turned me over, face down on the
hay bales, ass up high, hole gaping, leaking their
combined cum. "Look at that ass," young Bill said in
amazement. "He can take the donkey. Hell, he could take
a horse cock in there, a bull's dick."
"Yes," Art agreed, "he can take the donkey and he
will."
"Yeah," John said.
"Yes," Larry agreed.
Elvin grinned. "He has taken my cock. The donkey will
be no problem. Let's do it guys."
"No! No!" I protested.
"Oh hell, Ted," John said, "you have sucked him off,
taken all our cocks. What's one more, him fucking your
ass?"
They held me down on the hay bales. Hands spread my
butt cheeks. The donkey was helped on top of me.
"Unnnmh," I grunted as his weight came down on me.
"Aaaah, arrgh," I squealed as a hand slapped by butt
hard.
Hands put the donkey's thick head at my gaping asshole.
"Aaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah," I cried out as his cock
surged up my hole.
"Hurting you baby?" John asked.
"Oh no, oh no," I panted, huffed, expelling air,
"feeling good, so good," as the donkey rammed his cock
into me and pulled it back, back and forth, back and
forth, the donkey fucked me.
It was beginning to ache some but still feeling good
when the donkey pumped his cum into my bowels. Filling
me to overflowing and squishing around his cock as the
donkey continued to hump until he had emptied his hairy
black balls of all their cum in me.
The donkey dismounted with a juicy plop as he pulled
his cock out of my hole gaping now so wide it felt like
a truck could drive up in there. I lay there relaxing,
letting my breathing return to normal. The donkey went
to his feed box and started munching loudly. His cock
hung long, thick, black tinged with red and slimy now.
Excited as a young man can be, his cock standing erect,
leaking pre-cum, Bill said, "Let's all fuck with a
donkey."
The older men chuckled. They led Bill to another stall
where another donkey was excited by the sex he had been
hearing. Bill knelt willingly to suck the donkey. Then
he let the men arranged him for a donkey fuck. Larry,
Elvin, Art and John all wanted it too, and they got it.
By the time the fucking had reached Art, I was up off
the bales of hay, into the other stall where they were
fucking now and assisting donkey cock go up Art's ass
then John's.
We talked about it over dinner, what had happened. How
exciting it was. We decided to try the mules and horses
next. We all doubted a mule or horse cock would fit
into our asses. We were right. We had to satisfy
ourselves just with sucking, jerking them off and
swallowing their jizz.
I was so enthralled with the perversity of fucking with
an animal that I bought a big dog, a male Rotweiller,
when we got back home from the trip. I named him Storm
because he would fuck me up a storm in between my times
with John at work, the Men's Club meetings, on the
nights and weekends at home alone with him and his big,
red cock.
I like it especially when I learned to let his knot
enter my ass, lock with me as his cum flowed into me,
and only sliding out after several minutes in that
position, often with him turning away from me his cock
still up my hole. That felt so good when he turned
around twisting his cock in me, rolling it around in my
cum-filled, well-fucked ass.
Keeping no secrets from him, I told my boss, John,
about me and Storm. John had me bring Storm to our next
Men's Club meeting. All of us enjoyed Storm that
weekend but about wore him out. By Sunday, he laid
languidly on the floor, his eyes glazed, licking his
fucked out cock.
Art understood. He bought several greyhounds from the
local race track. Then some donkeys, mules and horses.
Soon Art had a regular zoo, a farmland of animals on
his estate for us to enjoy if we wanted during our
meetings.
[The Club grows. With John's permission, I invite a new
member - an intern in the company, student working on
an MBA at the local college. With good feedback, I will
share that story too.]
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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