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It was the end of the day and I was looking forward to going home. It started with a wrong address and had gotten steadily more fucked up from there so that I was late everywhere and had had to miss lunch. But at least the customers were really cool, and forgiving, but the day was almost over and it would be good to get home.
I was putting my ladder away when a couple of other tradesmen walked past. As you do in such situations, you offer a G'day, or at least that's what I did. The two looked up, responded in kind, and then kept walking. The taller of the two had a quizzical look on his face, but none of us would have thought anything of it, and he continued to wherever he was going, talking to the other guy.
Thinking no more about it, I grabbed my measuring wheel and began to take measurements of the building. I had done two sides (concrete this much, use the grey grout, paving this much, and use the cork plugs) and was coming to the third when the tall tradesman appeared. He was a little older than me, probably late 50s, and showed every sign of doing hard work day in, day out.
"I just figured where I know you from," he opened, waiting for my response. Of course in my last job I met hundreds, probably thousands of people, so it was no assumption that it was at a club or an orgy. I just did my best quizzical and waited. "You were the fag at Ronnie's place."
Indeed, Ronnie's place had become a favourite haunt, but Mr Tradesman was a mystery. Of course, unless he presented himself front and centre at Ronnie's, I hardly would have recognised him.
But right now, with the prospect of a good time, my dick responded and rose of its own accord, obvious to anybody watching. "Fuck, you're insatiable," he said, looking around to see who was about, pulling his fly down. A couple of guys were just coming into view and he had to stop. I was disappointed. A glance of forbidden flesh was enough to tell me he was big; not the biggest, but hefty enough. And I still had work to do, and said as much. He grinned knowingly, and stuffed his business card in my pocket, trailed his had down my body, and yanked my dick.
I finished up double quick and rushed the customer through what I had done, all the time sporting a massive boner at the prospect of sex, perhaps rough sex, later.
I called him and he gave me an address.
I pulled into the driveway. His car was on the lawn and I had the carport for myself. I knocked on the door, half expecting to have to suck cock to pass in. Instead I was met by the guy in short shorts and little else. "The name's Doug." He stuck out his hand. "Sam," I replied, letting myself be guided inside.
It was a small place, but very tidy so it seemed larger. We went into the loungeroom and sat on the sofa. We chatted for a few minutes, and then he asked if I wanted to watch some porn. It wasn't very good quality, and it seemed to show...Ronnie's! And there I was, in the middle of the action, gargling a load while copping another load to the face. A dozen men were pulling their dicks, moving in to cum in or on a warm body, no emotion evident than having a bitch to fulfill their fantasies. And as humiliating as it was, I enjoyed every minute of it. The sucking, the penetration, the awkward hard fucks.
I leaned over and pulled his shorts down while showing an erect 9inch fat cock the light. He wasn't expecting that. He certainly wasn't expecting the way I opened my mouth and stuck his cock in until it reached the back of my throat. On the screen I was having two dicks stuffed in my mouth and another up my arse. It had been a very long time since I was worth recording, and the noise and sounds of mass fucking were awesome.
The best part was the conversation of those yet to be satisfied: no respect for the receptacle of their lust. I was a faggot; a cum bitch; a fleshlight; hardly human; lustful; degenerate. More than once somebody opined that they couldn't do what I was doing; that they had too much respect for themselves.
I was concentrating on the TV so I had no idea how far in he was. I was trying to swallow it all, however, and making no apologies for gagging on his cock and getting spit and bile everywhere. But I knew when he came; a jet of salty sperm travelled full force for maybe an inch before hitting the back of my throat and then disappearing down my gullet. I closed the distance, swallowing love muscle as it bucked and squirted.
We waited for a bit, but kept my movie playing. The action had shifted from the mouth to the anus. There was always someone at my mouth, but it had become the group mission to fill my arse to overflowing...and no poppers. No opportunity to say no. No opportunity to refuse the piss that filled my mouth and arse and flowed off my body and onto Ronnie's floor.
Was that a twitch? Was he rising again?
Yep. I pulled him up and got on my knees, chewing on his arsehole as I jerked his cock hard. It seemed to stretch out forever, but then I was bent over his Ottomon, stretching my arse cheeks and begging him for a cock ride while strangers on TV were emptying their balls or their bladder on me. I was on a fuck stool, locked in position, unable to get away even if I wanted to. On this Ottoman, my own fascination kept me glued to it. A slop of something is applied and I can feel my hole being opened, being torn, by his dick as if it was on TV again. "Oh, baby, I am going to love this! "
And then he was grinding my arse ever so slowly, every inch felt as he pulled and pushed my arse on his ample cock. I didn't feel the stretch, just the brutal fact of his big, big dick along the inner flesh of my hole and parts of my arse. I felt his heavy balls against my own arse after a while.
The TV screen was just a hazy mix of nothing, but the action continued in the loungeroom. He had a voice now. "Humiliated, filth?"
"Yes," my lustful voice indicative of the fact I would do it all again.
"Fuck, it was a turn on, a bit of degenerate filth like you," he gasped, slowly building speed, "You're don't deserve to be a human being! You're nothing but filth."
I didn't know if he meant it. I just wanted so much cum, more than he could ever supply. I wanted to bred and pissed on, and...
Suddenly he was spasming in my anus, cum hitting nice and deep. I must have been more turned on than I thought because my own body responded and as he filled my arse, I came all over his leather Ottoman.
He sat back, breathing heavily. He noticed my cum. An evil glint in his eye. "You're not leaving that mess here!" He said, "lick it up."
I obeyed, wondering what...my hole was stretched opened by dick, not yet closed and no sign of closing as a faggot licked his own cum off the Ottoman, my lover stood and aimed his piss at my hole.
After we were finished, we sat on the couch, a towel beneath me so I wouldn't mess it up. We talked, but I couldn't take my eyes off the slop that had made it easier to fit him in....Fist it cream. Gotta remember it for next time.
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Posted on : Aug 30, 2024
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Commented on Aug 30, 2024
Jeez, "fond" memories!
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