A shadow was creeping from behind the bushes. Watching me as I was penetrated by this beast of a man. All while causing the shrubs to shake in a repetitive motion.
In the dim light of the lamp posts, I could make out the stocky shape of a big bellied man in, what I imagined to be, an open flannel shirt. I recognized the long bushy beard and the cap that obscured his face in darkness. It was the same man that had been watching me and Gauge from his pickup truck earlier that night.
Had he been following me? How long had he been standing there?
Frankly it didn’t even scare me anymore. I was too occupied being taken by another perfect stranger the size of a hulk, and the thought of being watched in this vulnerable position only aroused me. Inducing me to squeeze my sphincter harder of excitement, greedy to be filled with seamen.
‘‘Yes, deeper – take me deeper!’’ I hissed. Clamping my hands around the wide bodybuilder back while keeping my eyes on the fat bear who was pleasuring himself to the show.
It brought me back to the moment leading up to my first experience with an older man. Then I had been the one standing behind a bunch of shrubs, sneakily watching my fat neighbor Ronald, while fantasizing about all the things I wanted him to do to me. He had seemed so unreachable, which had only fed my hunger for him. Wanting something which part of me felt was wrong. And now the roles were turned. Just like the young boy had been hankering for the fat bear, now the fat bear was hankering for the young boy. Imagining how he was the one penetrating me instead of the Blond Stallion. Tonight, I was the fantasy.
I loved it.
‘‘Oh yes, give me more daddy, I want more,’’ I screamed hysterically. Immersing myself in the role of the insatiable whore.
The Blond Stallion felt evidently encouraged and shoved his long hard member relentlessly deep into my hole. He grunted loudly as he pounded me and pushed my legs back so that I was almost folded together. Suddenly a suppressed anger seemed to rise in him, as if he had changed by the light of the moon, and he took off all his bad feelings on me by slamming his cock through my body. Giving me no pause to breath and subjecting me to an unapologetic fucking. I had become nothing more but a hole to him, perfectly suitable for dumping his load.
All under the observation of watchful eyes that were invisible to me, but which I knew were there. Taking in every moment of me getting fucked under the yellow lights of a battered streetlamp. Through the trees I saw the stroking movement of his hand, and the shuddering leaves gave away that the creeper was jerking himself hard.
The Blond Stallion kept going with undying stamina. If it wasn’t for the adrenaline rushing through my veins, I don’t think I would’ve survived. But in my current condition I was more than ready to receive his raging cock.
His screams became louder, almost as if he were howling.
‘‘Take it you little cunt!’’ he hissed, and he pounded me so hard that my whole body was shaking. As if mercilessly screwing the whore would be the salvation to his inner frustration. Sliding the hard cock in and out while his balls bounced against my skin.
Had I not been so aroused it might’ve been hell, but right now I loved it. I wanted to be used by him and I spread my legs even wider in eagerness to be demoted to nothing more but an object for his desires.
He kept jackhammering me and seeing the possessed state he was in only made my heart rage. ‘‘Give me more,’’ I begged as my eyes rolled back into my skull. Which to him seemed to mean grabbing me by the throat. Not going as far as to actually choke me, but still, the threat was there.
From the shrubs I heard a load moan and I saw the branches shake a few more times before coming to a halt.
I took a hand to myself and stroked my own dick, while feeling the Stallion’s bump against my prostate. I had just taken it in my hand when already I felt I was about to cum. Jizz sprayed all over my belly as I released a big load.
Yet still the muscular fucker kept going on. But now I could no longer take it anymore. I grabbed on to his nipples and squeezed as hard as I could. More out of desperation than desire. But it proved to be effective.
‘‘AAAAAAAAAAH!’’ he screamed, as he buried his deposit deep inside me – his tongue sticking out like a madman.
Then he finally let go of my throat and slid out his cock.
Exhausted I lay my head to rest on the hood. Thinking that busting tables might not be such hard work after all.
‘‘Here, let me give you a hand,’’ he said, and he pulled me off the hood. ‘‘That was nice, thank you.’’ And just like that, the angry beast had disappeared, and he had changed into his former self again.
‘‘Now, let’s get you back to your friend,’’ he said after we had put on our clothes again.
‘‘Can you hold on for just a minute, I have to take a quick pee in the bushes?’’
‘‘Suit yourself, I’ll be waiting in the car.’’
When I reached the bushes, I curiously pulled aside the leaves, but the fat bear was long gone. Then I became aware of a sticky feeling in my hand. Could it be?
I observed that the fluid was still warm when I licked my fingers. Yes, it was the unmistakable taste of thick cum.
***
When I awoke the next day my mind’s eye was still full of big muscles and hard cocks. I knew the images were just remnants of wet dreams, but I held on to my cushion, wishing to dive back in. How I longed for a repetition of last night’s events. The touch of a strong hard body and the digging of a big head deep inside me. Being filled up so full till there was no stopping from bursting out of cum. Graving for more like a true whore. And the mysterious creeper certainly had added a sexual high to the experience.
‘‘Mornin’ sleepyhead.’’
Gauge was right next to me on the other side of the bed, sitting straight up with his laptop in his lap.
‘‘What are you doing?’’ I brought out still a bit drowsy.
‘‘Stretchin’ my wallet the best way I know how,’’ he said while grabbing for his lighter. ‘‘Tell me, how do you view the world after your first night of turnin’ tricks?’’
I gave in to a big yawn and pushed away the sheets while still finding it hard to get upright. From my sleepy state it was hard enough to step into the world, let alone thinking about how I perceived it. After the things I did last night, had it changed by any way? Had I changed?
‘‘I remember when I first stepped into someone’s car,’’ he said. ‘‘I had no idea what I was actually doin’ until I had done it. But once I got out and saw the hundred-dollar bill in my palm, it was as if my eyes went open and it became clear to me how I was surrounded by opportunities. Cash is everywhere and it don’t take an awful lot of trouble to get your hands on it.’’
He took a big draw from his cigarette. ‘‘A wet tongue and an eager hole are all the instruments you need to make it rain.’’
‘‘But that’s not why I did it,’’ I said. ‘‘I was merely in it for –’’
‘‘– The experience, I know. I’m a guy who thinks of practicalities where you’re fulfillin’ fantasies. Which is totally fine. But how’d you feel about combinin’ the two?’’
‘‘What are you talking about?’’
‘‘I’m talkin’ about this add I found on one of the pages I’m hustlin’ on. Five bodybuilder men who are lookin’ to build off some steam during the annual Superbowl.’’
He turned his laptop to show me a picture of a group of very broad men with uncovered torsos. Faces blurred.
‘‘They’re requestin’ a certain type of guy who’ll serve as their pet for the night, for which the job de***********ion contains, and I quote, ‘filling our bellies and emptying our cocks’. Unfortunately, I don’t fit the bill for the type they’re lookin’ for. You however, do.’’
‘‘What makes you think that?’’
A sly grin appeared on his face. ‘‘Don’t get mad, but I sent them your picture. They were most excited about you.’’
‘‘You did what?!’’
‘‘C’mon, don’t be mad. Seein’ how satisfied you were left by that juicehead last night, this seemed right up your ally. What are the odds of walkin’ in on a gig like this two times in a row? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this shit almost feels like some divine intervention.’’
‘‘I dunno about this Gauge. Seems a bit sketchy don’t you think?’’
‘‘Oh, and a guy wearin’ sunglasses in the middle of the night while pickin’ up young jocks don’t?’’
He certainly had a point there. Then again, putting myself at risk by exposing myself to one stranger was still not as bad as doing it with a group of five. Yet, the longer I looked at the picture of those bulging muscles I felt oddly attracted to the danger of it all. Last night had been about fulfilling a fantasy, and speaking of fantasies, giving myself away to the urges of a group of testosterone driven bulls could definitely be one.
‘‘So what should I tell ’em, are you in or not? They’re offerin’ a thousand bucks for the night.’’
‘‘ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS?!’’
‘‘Well, don’t get too excited. Keep in mind there’s five of ’em, which makes it two hundred per guy. Plus, they want you to act like some kind of busboy servicin’ them food and drinks. Which is probably part of some master-slave fetish.’’
The thought of being used as a pet by five men with the physiques of Gods was something that both scared and excited me. Just like stepping into a stranger’s car had last night.
Before I’d met Gauge, I never would’ve thought I’d ever let myself get paid for sex. Yet I’d done it and the thrill it had given me seemed to have some addictive quality to it. Because why else would I even be considering this? It was obvious that my friend was damaged goods, and seeing where he came from, I couldn’t blame him. But I knew better than to join him on his road to self-destruction. So, I made up my mind.
‘‘Okay, I’m doing it.’’
***TO BE CONTINUED***
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