Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2010 18:27:30 -0800 (PST)
From: RM Dexter <rmdexter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Born to Suck   Ch.16

Born to Suck     Ch.16    by rmdexter

With the satisfying taste of `Old Charlie's' cum in my mouth, I sat and
watched the countryside go by as Sven continued driving. In another hour or
so, the signs for the Springfield turnoffs appeared and Sven confidently
took the one that led to the agricultural exhibition centre; where the
horse show and auction was going to take place.

He parked the truck and checked in with one of the guys that registered
horses being put up for sale. As he led Rogue out of the trailer and to his
assigned stable, I had a chance to look around. The place was huge and just
bustling with activity. I saw people leading horses from one place to
another, some leading them around the show arena for practice, just stuff
going on everywhere. There were a lot of hunky horsemen around, that was
for sure. I found my eyes drawn to a number of rugged looking men moving
about the facility. There weren't too many women, just a few scattered here
and there. There were men of all ages and sizes. Some were dressed
similarly to Sven and I, others were much more "countrified", with cowboy
boots and various types of Stetsons. All in all, I was being treated to an
eyeful of good-looking men.

"C'mon, Kid," Sven said as he surprised me by slapping me on the bum as I
stood on the wooden rails of the show arena, "Rogue's all registered and
settled in. They've got a little store inside the building there. Let's
check it out, there's something I'm looking for."

"What, Sven?" I asked as I skipped along to try and keep up with his long
strides.

"Oh, you'll see. A little surprise for you," he said as he gave me smirk. I
followed him into a store in one of the buildings and walked around looking
at all the stuff on display. There were all kinds of riding gear and
clothes, cowboy hats, souvenirs and other cheesy stuff like velvet pictures
of horses that you wouldn't even want to use to wipe your ass.

"C'mere, Kid," Sven said to me as he started towards a table with riding
clothes on it. "Just play along with me here," he whispered to me quietly.

"Can I help you there?" a blustery woman in a red cowboy hat and loud
checkered shirt said to Sven.

"Yeah, I need a pair of these beige stretchy riding pants," Sven said as he
fingered a pile of folded pants on the table. The woman looked at where
Sven's hand was and then looked at me standing next to him.

"Well, those are girls' pants you've got your hand on there. They're made
to fit tight. They'd look pretty funny on him," she chuckled as she nodded
towards me. "We have some over on the other table over there that would be
more appropriate for boys."

"No, they're not for him; they're for his twin sister."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "Then these are just what you're
looking for. Is she about the same size as him?"

"Uh, just a touch smaller. She's had these before and I know she likes them
to fit tight."

"Okay." The woman picked up a pair of the stretchy folded pants and let
them hang down. She came around the table and held them at my side.

 "Well, these would be the right size for him," she said to Sven.

"Okay, then one size smaller should do it."

"Here they are right here," she said as she rummaged through the pile on
the table and got the next size down.

"Excellent, I'll take those." Sven pulled some of the bills out of his
pocket and paid the woman as she rang in the purchase. There was nothing
amongst all the cheap-looking items that I wanted; besides, I was curious
as to what Sven had in mind with those girl's pants he bought.

"Alright, let's go find that motel," Sven said as he tucked the bag the
woman gave him under his arm and headed out of the store.

"What are those pants for, Sven?" I asked as I skipped along beside
him. "Are they supposed to be for me?"

"You'll see, you'll see," he said as he laughed and gave me a playful
shove.

"Ooohhhnn," I gave off a little squeal of impatience as I hurried to keep
up.

"Geez, you're like a little kid. Just be patient." His playful smile made
me smile too. "Now, let's go find that motel. I feel like scratching that
itch you've got way up inside you." I shuddered with excitement as I
realized Sven was talking about feeding that beautiful big cock of his way
up into my boy-pussy.

They had a big fenced-in field in the complex where we were able to leave
the trailer where it would be safe. We dropped it off then took Sven's
pick-up and headed on the road into town.

"I don't think it's too much further," Sven said after we'd only been on
the road a couple of minutes. "Yep, there it is." As he nodded ahead, I
looked over to see a cheap sign with a cartoon-like picture of a miner
swinging a pick into a giant gold boulder. So this was going to be our home
for the next two nights; the Gold Rush Motel. It looked more like the Flea
Bag Motel to me. But knowing Uncle Ben, he'd booked it because it was close
to the fair grounds; and most important of all, it was cheap.

There were two buildings kind of set in an L-shape with the check-in office
at the end of one building, kind of at the corner of the `L'. I guessed
there were probably somewhere around 30-35 rooms in total. Already there
were a number of pickups parked in front of some of the units. I figured it
was a popular place to stay for people attending the horse show.

Sven pulled up in front of the office and as we entered, a little bell
hooked up to the door tinkled. We could hear the sounds of a television
coming from an open door in the sidewall into the next unit. I looked
around and the place looked pretty crappy. There was a clean-up cart parked
just inside the door which I figured was wheeled around to every unit by
whoever did that job. There was a shelving rack right there in the office
that was loaded up with sheets, towels, and little bars of soap; the usual
cheap motel stuff.

As Sven walked up to the counter, a small balding man in his mid-forties
came through the door where we'd heard the sound coming from. He looked
pretty gruff and unfriendly as he stepped behind the counter.

"What can I do for ya?" he asked in a raspy voice, the tone sounding like
it had come through years and years of fighting cigarette smoke to make
itself heard.

"Yeah," Sven said, drumming his fingers on the counter, "there should be a
reservation under the name Alfredson; two nights."

"Let's see here," the clerk said as he picked up a box and rifled through
something that looked like index cards. He pulled one out and threw on a
pair of reading glasses before bringing it up in front of him. "Yeah, here
it is, Ben Alfredson, single room, two nights. Oh yeah, he called this
morning and told me he screwed up his ankle and couldn't make the
auction. Told me some big guy with a kid would be coming to take his
place. I guess that's you." He pulled off his reading glasses and looked us
over, first Sven, then me.

"Yeah, that's us," Sven answered. "Look, I know Ben's booked a single room
on his credit card, but I was wondering if you had anything bigger?"

"All the single rooms are the same," the man answered flatly.

"Well, yeah, but do you have any rooms that aren't single rooms; anything
that might have a little more space?"

"We've got one," he said as he looked at Sven as if what he was about to
say was going to be a waste of time. "It was remodeled and finished up just
two weeks ago. It's at the other end of this building. We call it `The
Presidential Suite'." I almost snickered at the idea of the President
staying in a shit-hole like this.

"Can I see it?" Sven asked; a spark of interest in his voice.

"It's quite a bit more," the guy replied with a dismissive wave of his
hand.

"Well, if it's available, I'd like to check it out," Sven said a little
more firmly. The guy stopped shuffling papers and looked up at Sven, a look
of resignation turning down the corners of his mouth.

"Alright then, suit yourself. You want a look, take a look," he said as he
turned to a pigeon-hole thing behind him and grabbed a couple of
keys. "Here's the key to your assigned room, #27. And here's the key to the
Presidential Suite, #30, three doors down. Take a look, and then come back
and see me."

"Thanks," Sven said as he tossed the keys into the air, speared them with a
snappy grab of his hand, and turned towards the door. I hurried after Sven
and we walked along the front of the building until we came to unit
#27. Sven opened the door and we stepped in. He pulled the drapes open on
the only window and let the bright daylight flow into the room. The room
certainly wasn't much to look at; two matching beds, a beat up old dresser
and a little stand with pretty old looking TV on it. We walked over to the
beds and looked down at the covers. They were both covered in stains that
reminded me of the cum stains Sven had deposited on my sheets the other
night. I figured those CSI guys would have a field day if they came in here
with one of those semen-detecting lights. Sven quickly poked his head in
the bathroom and I saw him shake his head in disgust as he turned and
stepped out of the unit.

"Well, that looked like shit," he said as he closed the door and headed
towards the end unit. I had to laugh when we got there; there was the #30
on the door, just like the other units. The funny thing was a little
presidential seal thing they'd stuck on the door. Sven pointed at it and we
both laughed.

"I wonder if there are a couple of Secret Service guys waiting for us
inside," he said, shooting me a wink as he opened the door. We walked in
and as Sven threw open the blinds on a couple of good-sized windows; I
think both of our jaws almost hit the floor. We both looked at each other
as if to say, "What the heck? Is this the same place?" The room was
unbelievable compared to the first room we'd looked at. The guy had said it
had only been finished a couple of weeks ago, and it looked like nobody had
even used it yet.

The room was nicely painted a modern color that gave off a comforting
warmth. We walked over and looked down at two king-sized beds sitting a few
feet apart from each other. The covers and stacked up pillows looked like
something out of a magazine. The room also had a nice modern-looking sofa
and a matching big easy chair with a southwest motif to the fabric. There
was a big flat-screen TV and entertainment center opposite the sofa. Behind
that, there was a big desk with a nice rolling office chair. On the other
side of the room was a kitchenette with a good-sized fridge and
stove. There was a little breakfast counter and a small dining table,
enough to seat about six comfortably.

"Jesus Christ," Sven said under his breath, "this is unbelievable. C'mon,
Kid, let's check out the bathroom." I followed him in and we both looked
enviously at the big double shower with full-height glass panels
surrounding it. The whole room was covered in a nice big tile in an
inviting sage greeny-gray color. There was a long vanity counter with two
sinks side by side and a private cordoned off area containing the toilet. A
chrome shelving unit on the wall was stacked high with plush white towels.

"Wow! This room is amazing!" I blurted out eagerly. "Can we stay here,
Sven? Can we? Can we?" I grabbed his arm and shook it in my excitement.

"This is unbelievable," he said as he slowly walked back through the main
part of the unit. "Who would've thought there'd be a room like this in this
dump?" His eyes slowly scanned the room for a second time, almost as if he
was making sure it wasn't a mirage of some form.

"Well, let's go see how much extra it costs for this," he said with a
worried look on his face as he started back towards the office.

"I hope we can afford it, Sven," I said as I skipped along beside him. "You
can use my $20 if you want." Sven looked at me as we walked and I could see
the affection in his eyes as I offered all I had.

"Thanks, Kid, hopefully that'll do it." He gave me another wink and a big
smile; but I think we both knew it was gonna be a lot more than an extra
twenty bucks.

"That Presidential Suite is quite something," Sven said to the guy once we
were back in the office.

"Yeah, some new owners took over about six months ago. They're gonna re-do
the whole place eventually. They brought in some hot-shot designer from the
state capital and started with that one. Nobody's actually stayed in it
yet."

"So, how much extra is it?" Sven asked with a note of trepidation in his
voice.

"Well, here's your regular room that Mr. Alfredson has already put on his
credit card," the guy said as he slid a piece of paper across the counter
in front of Sven, "and here's what it would be for the Presidential Suite."
He pulled up a second sheet and slid it next to the other one. I saw Sven's
eyes go from one sheet to the other.

"Whoa!" Sven said, his eyebrows arching up in surprise. "That's a little
more than I anticipated." I could see he was trying to compose himself to
appear confident.

"Yeah, that's what I figured. That's why I wasn't too keen on suggesting it
in the first place. So, you gonna take #27 then?" Sven looked down at the
different figures on the two sheets of paper and I could see the wheels
going around inside his head again.

"Joey, why don't you wait outside for me for a few minutes," he said as he
turned towards me.

"Sure," I replied as I left the office and went and leaned on the side of
the truck, praying that Sven could work something out with the man. After a
few minutes, Sven came out and ambled over to where I was standing. I
couldn't figure out from the look on his face whether it was good news or
bad news.

"Did we get the room, Sven?" I asked eagerly, a note of longing in my
voice.

"Well, we've worked out kind of a deal," he replied slowly, and I wondered
if it had been worked out, why he wasn't all smiles; I know I would have
been.

"Wha.....what kind of deal?"

"Well, that's where you come into play, Kid. If we want to stay in that
Presidential Suite, I'm gonna need your help again." He paused as he looked
longingly towards the room at the end of the building.

"You mean like with Kurt and Old Charlie?"

"Yeah, kind of like that. But you don't have to if you don't want to. I
know, he's kind of a creepy guy." He paused as he looked at me with a shrug
of his shoulders. "If you don't want to, Kid, that's fine, we can just stay
in #27."

"No Sven!" I said hurriedly. "I want to do it. If it'll get us that room,
I'll do anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I said pleadingly.

"Okay. But there're a couple of things...."

"What things," I asked curiously.

"You'd have to do it three times; right now, tomorrow, and the next day
before we left."

"That's okay, I can do it." I paused as I thought about what Sven had just
said. "You said there were a couple of things; what's the other thing?"

"He wants to cum on your face." I felt myself turning red at the idea of
that creepy guy cumming on my face; not that it would be embarrassing for
me; but I felt myself flushing as my heart started racing because I found
the idea wickedly exciting!

"Tha.....that's okay, Sven. I'll do it."

"Well, okay then," he said with a big smile finally appearing on his
face. "I owe you one, Kid." It warmed me all over to know I'd made Sven
this happy. The feeling washed over me like soothing waves of
comfort. "Alright, let's go see our buddy here." He turned and with his
hand on my shoulder, we went back into the office. As the bell tinkled
again, the guy looked up from his spot behind the desk. His eyes roamed
over me now with a hungry look, like a wolf sizing up a rabbit.

"So.......?" he asked slowly, looking from me back to Sven.

"We've got a deal," Sven replied.

"Excellent!" the guy said with a look of feverish excitement in his eyes
now. He was almost licking his chops as he looked me up and down. He turned
back to Sven and spoke quickly, "You're gonna have to stay here in case
anybody comes in. The list of reservations is right here. Just get them to
fill out the registration form then give them their key. I'll follow up
with anything that needs to be done later." The man started to move towards
the open door where you could still hear the sound of the television and
then motioned for me to follow, "In here, boy."

"Go ahead, Kid," Sven said to me under his breath as we both stepped behind
the counter. As I stepped towards the man waiting for me at the doorway
into the adjacent room, I heard Sven speak loudly from behind me, "and
Joey, if anything happens, I'm right here." I looked back to see the Sven
staring intently at the man, a foreboding look on his face. I knew that
look would've scared the shit out of me.

"Don't worry," the man said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "I'm not
into any rough stuff. The boy'll be fine."

"Good, let's keep it that way," Sven said with a final warning tone. I
breathed a small sigh of relief from listening to the man say he wasn't
into any `rough stuff', and also knowing that Sven would burst through that
door at any little sound from me.

The man put his hand on my shoulder and followed me into the room, closing
the door behind him. This room didn't have a bed in it; it was set up for
the employees who manned the desk. There was a sitting area with an old
couch and a chair opposite an entertainment unit. On the other side of the
room was a little kitchen and table. Beyond that, I could see an open door
leading into a washroom. There was another closed door; I figured it
probably led to a separate bedroom. The whole room smelled like cigarettes
and sex; I wondered what went on in there.

"Do you.....do you live here?" I asked the man.

"Hell no," he replied with a chuckle. "I live on the other side of town."

"Wha.....what's your name?"

"Does it matter?" he said with a wry smile.

"I....I guess not." I felt myself turning red with embarrassment as he
looked at me lecherously. He seemed to sense my discomfort.

"Well, boy, if it'll make you feel better, people call me Stricker. You can
call me that, if you like."

"Yes sir, Mr. Stricker, sir."

"Not Mister Stricker; just Stricker, got it?" he said, pointing a finger at
me.

"Yes sir....Stricker." I thought that was a little weird; it made me think
of `Rambo'.

"That's better. So you like to suck cock, boy?" Stricker asked as he
crossed the room and opened the door I thought might have been to a
bedroom; once he'd opened it, I could see it was just a closet.

"Yes, sir," I said as I watched him reach up onto the shelf and pull down a
cardboard box.

"Did your friend tell you I want to cum on your face?" he asked blatantly
as he tucked the box under his arm and made his way over to the couch
opposite the TV.

"Yes sir."

"And what did you think of that?" he asked as he set the box on the couch
and pushed the coffee table in front of it to the side with his foot.

"I.....I kind of like the idea," I admitted, feeling my face turning
crimson once more. My statement made him pause as he started to open the
top of the box. He looked at intently after I said that and a pleased smile
spread slowly across his face.

"Good, `cause I've got a big load just waiting to come out and it's been
awhile since I've had someone's face to cum on." He reached in the box and
pulled out a video disc. He slipped it into the player and hit "Play" on
the remote. He set the box down on the coffee table and I caught a glimpse
of the title; it was something like `Bukkake Girls #3', or something like
that. I had no idea what that meant, never having seen such a word
before. As the movie filled the screen, Stricker quickly started to undo
his pants. The movie came on somewhere in the middle from where he must
have been watching previously.

"Aaaaahhh!" I said with a sharp intake of breath as my eyes focused in on
what was happening on the TV screen. There was a girl down on her knees
with her face turned up to a bunch of guys standing in a circle around
her. The guys were all stroking their cocks towards her. Once guy had
stepped forward and was jerking his cock vigorously, wads of cum shooting
all over her face. The thing was though, her face and upper body was
already covered with a shimmering coating of the milky-white goo. It was
obvious that earlier in the movie, a bunch of these guys had already cum
all over her.

"You like that, boy?" Stricker said as he saw me staring wide-eyed at the
TV. From the corner of my eye, I noticed him kick off his shoes and pull of
his pants and underwear.

"I.....I've never seen anything like that," I said slowly as I watched the
movie, totally enthralled.

"Do you wish that was you?" he asked as one guy finished and another
stepped forward to start spraying his load all over the girl's cum-covered
face. The more I looked, the more I knew he was right; I was looking at the
girl enviously.

"Yes," I said softly as I watched hypnotically as the camera zoomed in as
the guy launched a long thick rope of cum that landed on her forehead and
stretched all the way down across her face before ending on her
neck. "She.....she looks beautiful like that."

"Yeah, she does; and you're gonna look kinda like that when I'm done. Now
get down on your knees," he said firmly as he plopped down on the couch and
spread his legs. I looked over and saw him holding his already hard cock up
to me. It was a nice circumcised cock about the same size as Charlie's;
probably 6-7" long, the tip already oozing pre-cum. As I dropped to my
knees between his spread thighs, with one hand holding his stiff cock
upwards, he took the index finger of his other hand and scooped up a big
drop of his seeping juice. I watched as he reached forward with his
glistening finger and started rubbing it slowly over my face.

"Yeah, just a little finger-painting to get you started," he said softly as
he scooped up another shiny gob and spread it along the bridge of my nose
and across my cheek.

"Mmmmm," I closed my eyes and let out a little purr of satisfaction as I
felt the silky smoothness of his manly juices warmly covering my skin.

"You like that, eh boy?" he asked as he scooped up another warm gob on the
tip of his finger and spread it just around the outside of my lips.

"Yes," I replied with a hiss of desire as I slipped my tongue out from
between my lips and tried to spear his moving finger.

"Hahaaa," he chuckled softly as he kept his moving finger just out of reach
of my searching tongue, "don't worry boy, I'll make sure you get it all
before we're done. That's such a pretty face you've got there, I wish we
had more time; but I think your buddy there's waiting for us."

As I kneeled there between his legs, breathing rapidly with excitement, he
reached beside him with his other hand and pulled the box he'd brought from
the closet over onto its side next to him, the contents spilling out onto
the cushions. I could see all kinds of different colors and sizes of
women's bras and panties.

"What's all that?" I asked curiously.

"That's just some stuff that people left behind in their hotel rooms. Kind
of like a lost and found box. I guess they lost it.....and I found it," he
said as he picked up a pair of pink silk panties and brought them up to his
face. I wondered how often people had actually `lost' this stuff, or if he
just happened to `find' it without them ever realizing it was gone. It was
kind of funny that there were no men's underwear or socks in his `lost and
found' box.

"Mmmmm," he moaned softly as he brought the panties to his nose and
breathed deeply, "these ones were left behind just yesterday." I watched as
he turned them inside out and I could see a damp stain on the inside
gusset. He brought them back up towards his face slowly.

"Get sucking, boy," he said as he took his hand off his cock and pushed my
head down towards his thrusting erection. As my lips slipped over the hot
flared head of his rock-hard prick, I flicked my eyes up to see him drag
his tongue along the stained fabric of the panties. The wanton act seemed
to just enflame me even more.

"Mmmmmm," I said with a moan of arousal as I slid my lips all the way down
his stiff hard cock in one smooth stroke.

"Oh fuck, that's good," he groaned as my lips pressed against his groin,
his wiry pubic hair tickling my face. I put one hand around the stiff base
of his cock and started to bob my head rhythmically up and down the velvety
smooth shaft. His arm moved and I flicked my eyes up to see him drop the
panties he'd been licking and pick up a big lacy white satin bra. I could
see that the straps for it were quite wide and as he held it up, you could
see that the cups were massive. Obviously this had belonged to a
well-endowed woman.

"Look at this boy," he said holding the bra up for me to see. "This is a
38G. You should have seen this woman; what a huge set of tits she had on
her." He brought the bra cups to his face and I saw his eyes close as he
inhaled deeply of her warm womanly scent. Inspired by his lascivious
display, I feverishly bobbed my head up and down his throbbing cock, my
cheeks closing in on his smooth shaft in a vacuuming corridor.

"Oh yeah, what a beautiful fucking mouth you've got. Not much longer and
I'll be covering that pretty little face of yours," he said as he dropped
the bra and lifted another pair of panties to his face. I kept bobbing my
head and slid my other hand down to cradle his cum-filled balls. As I
rolled them around gingerly in the palm of my hand, I felt that tell-tale
twitch go through his cock.

"Oh Jesus," he said as he pushed himself up from the couch and stood over
me, my sucking mouth still working up and down on his rock-hard prick. He
reached forward and put one hand on the top of my head, pushing me off his
throbbing cock. My mouth open and gasping with excitement, I watched as he
reached down and holding a pair of black panties, he wrapped his
panty-covered hand right around his cock and started jerking it off towards
my face.

"OH YEAH.....THAT'S SO FUCKING GOOD," he groaned loudly as his cock started
to shoot. A long ropey strand launched itself from his ejaculating cock and
landed in a long ribbon all the way from my hairline to my chin. He pointed
the tip towards the other side of my face as the next shot blasted forth, a
big gob of cum pounding forcefully against my cheek. As his hand flew back
and forth vigorously, I felt the damp warmth as his thick milky cum
continued to land on my smooth young skin. He kept pumping his
panty-covered hand back and forth and directed the tip of his cock all over
my face as wad after wad of his thick warm semen shot forth. I could feel
the thick weight of his load covering my face as he moved the spitting tip
all around until he had me completely covered. Finally, he stopped, his
chest heaving above me as he fought to regain his breath.

"That's kind of what you look like, boy," he said as he turned my head
sideways until I could see the TV screen again. The girl in the movie we'd
been watching had obviously taken a few more loads since I'd feverishly
been sucking Stricker's cock. Her face was now a total mess of cum. You
could see gobs of it in her hair, one eye was completely closed, there were
gobs dangling off her chin and big tits; basically, I thought she looked
fantastic! As I watched another guy dump his load all over her, I kept
looking at her wishing I was in her place.

"Yeah, you look so good with my cum all over you," Stricker said as he put
both his hands on my face and started slowly rubbing his load all over. As
I continued to watch the girl on the TV with envy, it felt wonderfully
soothing to have this strange man's hands on my skin. After a minute or two
of finger-painting his cum all over my face, I felt Stricker's fingers
press a little more firmly and then he started to push them towards my
mouth.

"Open up, boy, here's a little reward for you," he said as he kind of
snow-plowed his load of warm semen right into my inviting mouth with his
fingers. I opened my mouth eagerly just as his sliding fingers shoved a big
wad of cum across my lips and right onto my waiting tongue.

"Mmmmmm," I mewed as his musky semen gathered in a growing pool in my
mouth. He drew his fingers back and gathered up more of his creamy seed and
pushed it down my cheeks and into my mouth once more. My mouth was almost
overflowing now and I savored the slightly salty, manly flavor of his
cum. There was even a slight taste that reminded me of the smell of
tobacco, evidence that Stricker was a smoker. For some reason, I found the
distinctive taste intriguing. It seemed to make what we were doing all the
more sinful and nasty.

"I think you've got just about all of it," he said as I rolled the warm cum
around in my mouth, then swallowed.

"Mmmmmmmm, nice," I said softly as I looked up at him with appreciative
eyes. With a satisfied smile on his face, he reached over, grabbed the
remote, and shut off the TV.

"Let's just get you cleaned up a bit," he said as he reached down into the
pile of women's underwear next to him and grabbed a pair of light blue
panties. He put one hand on the back of my head to steady me and then used
the panties to wipe the remaining traces of his cum left on my face. It
felt really different but nice to feel the smooth coolness of the satin
material as he moved it across my skin. As he moved it across my upper lip,
I quickly breathed in, immediately detecting the distinctive womanly
scent. The smell was sinful and hauntingly erotic; immediately making me
wonder who the woman was that these had belonged to, and what she had
looked like. I'm sure Stricker knew, and that would make it all that much
more exciting for him when he used them to jerk off.

When he was done, he took the panties and used them to wipe the remaining
traces of my saliva off his cock before grabbing up the pile of stuff on
the couch and stuffing it back in the box. He pulled on his underwear and
pants and then tucked in his shirt.

"Okay, we better go see how your buddy's doing out there," he said as he
did up his belt.

"So....so we get to do this again tomorrow?" I asked anxiously. He gave me
a big smile and reached down to grab my arm and help me to my feet.

"Tomorrow....and the next day. That's the deal so you guys can stay in that
room. Are you happy about that, boy?" He could see by the immediate
flushing of my face that I had loved what we had done and was looking
forward to doing it again.

"Yes, sir, very happy."

"Good. I'll have another big load to dump on your face tomorrow." He opened
the door leading into the office and I followed him through as Sven turned
towards us.

"Any customers?" Stricker asked. I could see Sven looking me up and down to
make sure I was okay. The smile of satisfaction on my face told him
everything he needed to know.

"Yeah, the people from #12 showed up. I got them to fill out the
registration form," Sven said, pointing to a piece of paper on the desk,
"and I gave them their key. I told them you were on a break and you'd check
in with them to sort out any more details."

"Great, thanks," Stricker replied.

"Everything okay, then?" Sven asked him.

"Everything is just perfect. Here's the key to the Presidential Suite."
Stricker handed Sven the key again. "And hey, any of the pay-per-view porn
channels are on the house."

"Great! Thanks," Sven replied with a big smile on his face. "C'mon Kid." He
turned and started towards the door.

"Thanks for everything, Mr.....uh.....I mean, thanks for everything,
Stricker," I said as I started to follow. "I'm looking forward to
tomorrow."

"Me too, boy," he said with a nod as I went through the door. Sven had
already started the truck and I hopped in next to him.

"How'd it go?" he asked as he backed the truck up and headed the short
distance down to the end unit.

"It...it went really good. He put on this movie on the TV; I've never seen
anything like it before. It was called something like `Boo-cake Girls'."

"Boo-cake girls?" he looked at me quizzically as he pulled the truck into
the spot in front of the Presidential Suite and we climbed out.

"I saw the cover on the box and I'm not sure how to pronounce it, but it
was spelled like this," I said as I proceeded to spell out the strange
word.

"Oh, bukkake. Now I know what you mean," Sven said with a laugh as we
pulled our bags out from behind the bench seat. "How did you like it?" He
looked at me intently as we stopped at the door to the unit.

"I.....I really liked it," I said slowly, feeling my face turning red under
his gaze. He opened the door and we walked into the cooling comfort of the
air conditioned room.

"What exactly did you like about it?" Sven asked curiously as he closed the
door and tossed the key onto the desk near the door.

"I......I kind of wished it was me in that movie instead of that girl," I
confessed, thinking about the girl getting load after load dumped on her
face.

"Do you think you might like to try that sometime?" he asked as he watched
me intently.

"If....if you think I should?" I said shyly with a shrug of my shoulders.

"No," he said with a note of firmness in his voice, "I want you to tell me
if YOU'D like it," the emphasis on the `you' was definitely noticeable. I
looked up at him, and although he had spoke to me firmly, I could see the
gentleness in his eyes.

"I.....I would," I admitted, feeling better for it already.

"Good, that's what I thought. Maybe sometime, we'll see if we can work
something out. So anyways, the guy got you to suck him off while he was
watching the movie?"

"Not only that, but he brought out a box he had of women's underwear. He
said it was kind of like a lost and found box; but I think he stole the
stuff from people's rooms. He was sniffing and licking some of the bras and
panties while I sucked him off."

"Well, well," Sven said with a chuckle. "I thought he seemed like a little
perv. Whatever gets you off, I guess."

"At first, I thought it was a little weird; but then I found it pretty
exciting."

"So, did it kind of give you that itch way up inside you again?" he asked
as he started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"I....uh.....yes," I stammered as I watched more of his muscular defined
chest come into view. He pulled the tails of his shirt out of his jeans,
undid the last button and let his shirt hang open enticingly. His hand slid
into the opening at the collar of his shirt and I watched mesmerized as his
large hand slid slowly down over his defined pecs and taut six-pack abs.

"So do you need something to give that nasty itch a deep hard scratch?" he
asked as his hand slid down over the crotch of his faded jeans until he
wrapped his fingers around his long thick cock lying against the inside of
his thigh.

"Y......yes," I whispered softly as I continued to stare hypnotically as
his big hand slid slowly back and forth along the length of his stiffening
cock.

"Well, I think I've got just the thing to help with that," he said as I
watched his cock start to push against the confining fabric of his jeans as
it swelled and thickened. As I watched, I could feel my heart racing in my
chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps. As his cock bulged wantonly
against the faded denim, I felt my tongue slip from between my lips and run
around the opening of my mouth in anticipation.

"You're really hungry for it, eh cocksucker?" he asked as his hand slid
teasingly along his stiffening prick.

"Y.....yes," I said with a low groan, unable to tear my eyes away from his
bulging crotch.

"Good, cause anytime we're in this room over the next few days, you can
expect to have your mouth or that tight little pussy of yours kept busy." I
shivered in delight, wondering what was in store for me over the next
couple of days.

"Now, if you want this deep inside you," Sven said as he wrapped his
gripping hand around his massive tool and nodded towards the bathroom, "you
better go in there, use that enema kit, then take a shower. I'll be out
here waiting. And bring a face-cloth with you when you come back."

"Yes, sir," I said as I snatched up my little suitcase and ran to the
bathroom. I'd already gotten aroused while I'd been servicing Stricker, now
watching Sven's lewd display had me climbing the walls with excitement. In
the beautiful big washroom, I opened my battered old suitcase and pulled
out the enema kit. I got the water running in the sink and filled the bag
with warm soapy water. I inserted the nozzle and let it do its work. As
Sven had told me previously, I did it twice in a row to ensure my little
boy-pussy was nicely cleaned out for him. I took a shower in the huge glass
and tile enclosure and was amazed at the size and beauty of it. There were
two shower heads as the thing had been designed to fit at least two people
with plenty of room to spare. I looked all around at everything as I soaped
myself thoroughly, anxious to get back to Sven. Making sure my little bum
was nice and clean, I rinsed off and then dried myself thoroughly
 with one of the plush white towels. Almost giddy with excitement, I
grabbed the face-cloth Sven had asked for, took one more look at myself in
the mirror then hurried back into the main room.

"Are you ready for this, cocksucker?" Sven asked as I came through the
door. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him. My God, he looked
gorgeous; he'd taken off all his clothes and his rugged body looked
absolutely delectable as he stood in the middle of the room facing me. He
faced me with his feet about shoulder-width apart, his glistening hand
sliding slowly back and forth along his huge Vaseline-covered cock. My
breath was caught in my throat; I was so awed by his powerful masculine
form. In response to his question of whether I was `ready for this', I
simply gulped and nodded my head.

"Good," he said with a sinister leer on his face. I could see that Sven's
cock was rock-hard and in need of attention. The wanton lustful look on his
face as he stared at me with wolf-like desire sent a shiver down my
spine. "Come over here." I walked over to where he stood a short distance
inside the entry door, the jar of Vaseline open on the desk beside him. I
watched enthralled as he continued to slowly slide his big hand up and down
on that glistening pillar of flesh. I felt my little bum-hole tingling with
anticipation as I thought about that gigantic slab of muscle being buried
deep inside me.

"Just put that face-cloth down there," he said, nodding towards the desk
where the jar of Vaseline was sitting, "and then I want you to sit here on
the floor." He took a couple of steps towards the seating area and pointed
to a spot in front of the big easy chair. I set the cloth beside the jar of
lube and then sat on the floor in the spot he wanted, my back against the
front of the chair.

"That's good; now tip your head back so it's resting on the
cushion.....that's it....now slide yourself forward so your head's right at
the front edge....yeah...good...good...right there!" he directed me as I
followed his instructions.

"I just wanna feel that tongue of yours in my ass again before I fuck you,"
Sven said as he straddled me, his knees resting on the cushion on either
side of my upturned face. As he brought his round firm cheeks down onto my
face, I extended my tongue upwards and slipped in right into the depths of
his hot crevice as he settled right down on my face.

"Yeah, right there. Work it into that hole," he said as he wriggled himself
down. I swirled my tongue all around his moist pink pucker and then as I
felt him relax that tight little hole, I lanced my tongue as far up into
him as I could.

"Oh fuck, yeah, nice and deep," he groaned as he started rolling himself
around on my worming tongue. At the same time, I flicked my eyes up to see
his greasy hand sliding back and forth along his hard glistening shaft. He
rode my face for about five minutes, constantly wriggling and rolling his
hips as I slid my tongue in and out of his clutching chute as I licked and
sucked at his hot pink hole.

"Okay, that's good for now," he said as he lifted himself off my hot
flushed face and stepped over towards the desk. "C'mere, Kid." He pulled
the rolling desk chair out and kind of shoved it across the room. I watched
as he picked up the cloth and quickly wiped the greasy lube off his hand
before dropping the cloth next to the Vaseline. He then pushed a bunch of
brochures that were sitting on top of the desk to one side.

"Get up here on your knees." He literally picked up my little body and set
me on the top of the desk. "Now sit right back here at the front edge."
With Sven directing me, I slid myself backward and then kind of sat back on
my haunches, my little bum hanging over the edge of the desk. Sitting back
on my folded-up legs beneath me forced my little crevice to split wide
open.

"Oh yeah, that's perfect," Sven said as he moved in behind me and put his
hands on my hips. "I'm gonna put it so far into you, you'll be able to
taste it." He moved forward and I felt the hot membranes of his enflamed
knob slide over the wrinkled pucker of my little rosebud.

"Mmmmmm, that feels nice," I whispered over my shoulder as the huge crown
slid back and forth, slowly lubing up the taut skin all around my tight
hole. He held my hips and sawed his huge slick cock back and forth for a
couple of minutes. Through the greasy gel, the warming friction was
transferring the tremendous heat from his gigantic cock right through to my
insides. I felt my little pussy relaxing and opening up under the soothing
warmth in anticipation of that magnificent cock pleasuring me even more;
soon, I knew it was going to be deep inside me. The next time the thick
ridge of his corona drew back over my hot opening, I let out a low groan of
frustration as I nibbled at it with my flexing hole as I tried to pull it
into me.

"You're ready for it, eh cocksucker?" he asked as he teasingly pressed the
tip right up against my nibbling hole.

"Oh yes," I replied with a hiss as I rolled my little hips slightly as I
tried to push myself onto him. He held me hips firmly and I felt him flex
upwards as he pressed the engorged head against my yielding opening.

"Oh yeah, that is so fucking tight," he said with a groan as the long broad
head stretched and stretched my tight hole. I held my breath for a second
as the pain increased until I thought I was going to be split right in
two. I slowly exhaled and concentrated on relaxing my tight sphincter as he
methodically fed the huge mushroom crown into me.

"OOOOWWWW," I groaned out loud as the massive knob finally slipped past my
clutching ring. He held still and I felt him slowly roll his hips as he let
me get accustomed to the large invader. I loved the feel of that gorgeous
lemon-sized knob inside me and clamped down on it with the soft tissues
inside me.

"Oh fuck, that's good," Sven said from behind me as I felt his big hands
slide up my back and grip my shoulders. He started to flex back and forth
about a half inch; tugging it back at my gripping ring and then only giving
me a teasing bit of his massive cock-head. "Are you ready for all eleven,
Kid?" I pictured his beautiful hard cock, almost as long as a ruler,
forcing its way in.....stretching and stretching my hot virginal
pussy.....until I had every last inch buried inside.

"Oh gosh, yes. Please sir," I said in a pleading tone as I tried to use the
muscles inside me to pull him deeper into me.

"Let's just see if we can find where that nasty itch is," he said as he
pressed down slightly on my shoulders as he levered his hips upwards;
feeding his throbbing cock into me in a slow insistent stroke. I felt the
delicious stimulating sensation as his long thick cock rose higher and
higher into my steaming guts.

"OH GODDDDDDD....." I let out a long groan as the incredibly luscious
sensation of having my moist channel absolutely filled with hot rigid cock
almost overwhelmed me. He slowly drove it higher and higher into me until I
finally felt his smooth shaved groin press up against my splayed-out
backside.

"Oh God....its so deep," I moaned as I felt the massive knob seem to reach
up into the middle of my nubile young body. Man, in this position, it felt
like he was able to penetrate me deeper than he ever had before. As his
cock had risen higher and higher inside me, my own cock had gotten harder
and harder. I looked down between my legs and could that it was stiff and
throbbing already, a shiny drip of pre-cum starting to fill the red slit at
the very tip.

"You like this, eh Kid?" he asked as he kept his cock buried to the hilt
inside me and rolled his hips slowly, stirring my guts deliciously. It felt
absolutely fantastic to feel his huge rugged body pressed up against mine,
his muscular stomach rubbing against the little round cheeks of my bum.

"Ohn," I groaned in pleasure, my insides on fire already from his thick
rigid dick. "I....I love it." With my hands supporting myself on the desk,
I wriggled back against him, my stretched hole nibbling around the taut
skin at the base of his cock.

"Is this where that terrible itch is?" he asked as he kept himself pressed
tight against me and hunched himself so the broad engorged head moved back
and forth an inch or so, high up inside me.

"Unh....unh....unh," I groaned with each hunch, "yes......the itch
is.....oh God yes....its....its right there," I hissed breathlessly, my
heart racing in my chest.

"Well, let's see if some long hard scratches will make it all better." I
felt him start to withdraw, the moist clinging walls of my boy-pussy being
drawn back sensually as they clung tenaciously to his retreating shaft. He
pulled back until I felt that delightful tug of his thick rope-like corona
against the inside of my tight ring. Then, I felt him grip my shoulders
tightly as he flexed his hips forward and levered it way back up inside in
one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH," I moaned loudly as I threw my head back instinctively. It
felt amazing as his massive knob tore abruptly across my prostate, sending
tingling chills through every nerve-ending of my body. With his strong
hands holding my body in place, he started to rhythmically fuck me; his
massive hard cock probing deeper into me than he ever had before. I looked
down and saw my own little cock; hard as an iron bar with pre-cum dripping
continuously from the tip now. For the next five minutes or so, he used my
tight little pussy for his pleasure; sometimes thrusting far into me with
long deep strokes; other times, resting slightly but leaving it buried all
the way inside me and rolling his hips teasingly as he stirred my guts like
a batch of thick cement.

"BANG!........BANG!........BANG!" Sven stopped abruptly as somebody knocked
on the door of our room.

"Oh fuck," he said under his breath. "YEAH?" he yelled towards the door.

"IT'S KURT!"

"IT'S OPEN!"

"So what time did you.....HOLY SHIT!" Kurt burst out in surprise as he
stepped into the room and saw us. He stood there aghast, his mouth gaping
open.

"Shut the door," Sven said as he resumed levering his gigantic dick in and
out of me. Kurt quickly closed the door and tossed his bag on the floor.

"Holy fuck, Sven," Kurt said as he stepped over towards us, his face a mask
of amazement, "I thought I had a big cock. Is the kid gonna be able to walk
when you're done with him? It looks like you're splitting him in two!"

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Sven replied. "He's really learned to take
it. Haven't you, cocksucker?"

"Yessss," I hissed in pleasure as his massive knob continued to rub
deliciously across my sensitive prostate.

"Get your clothes off, Kurt. I'm almost done here. You can have seconds."
Continuing to moan continuously with each of Sven's powerful
pussy-stretching thrusts, I turned my head sideway and watched as Kurt
rapidly peeled off his clothes. Once again, I was struck by how hairy he
was compared to Sven. Both were rugged handsome men, and my eyes quickly
focused in on Kurt's big cock as he tore his shirt off and kicked his pants
aside. I could see that it was quickly filling and he helped it along by
wrapping his big meaty mitt around it, stroking his hand back and forth as
he stepped next to the desk.

"Do you like the idea of that, Kid?" Sven asked, his warm breath seeming to
caress the back of my neck. "You like the idea of taking another guy inside
you as soon as the first guy's filled that tight little pussy of yours with
cum?" I pictured his massive load, absolutely filling me, with Kurt
waiting, his big hard cock ready to give me more.

"Oh gosh, yes," I moaned as I felt Sven switch his angle slightly, his
broad flared crown now rubbing even harder against my tingling prostate.

"Watch this, Kurt," Sven said as he continued to drive it all the way into
me with long deep strokes. I could feel that wonderful tingling sensation
coming over me, starting in my groin and rapidly spreading deliciously
throughout my entire body.

"Wha.....I.......I........OOOOOOOOHHH," I groaned loudly as an intense
orgasm ripped through me. I felt my untouched cock pulsate and then looked
down to see a long milky rope shoot forth. It hit forcefully against the
wall in front of us, just as his powerful cock tore across my prostate
again and another long strand of cum shot forth. This one plastered itself
next to the first shot, which was now starting to run sluggishly down the
wall.

"Oh fuck, look at the little bastard cum," Kurt said breathlessly as he
watched my twitching cock continue to shoot. My whole insides felt like
they were on fire; the intense sensation was so overwhelming and
scintillatingly delicious.

"That's it, Kid, keep cumming for me," Sven encouraged as he kept slamming
his cock balls deep into me. With each powerful thrust, another delightful
contraction went through my groin, followed by another shot of pearly
cum. Soon, the wall in front of me and the desk below me were a mess of
gobs and streaks of my swirling silvery semen.

"OH FUCK, KID......GONNA FILL YOU UP," Sven growled as he drew back and
then slammed his thrusting erection all the way into me with a vigorous
deep stroke. I felt the swelling head spit out a powerful fireball of hot
cum that shot far up into my guts, the hot fresh seed bathing my raw
tissues like a soothing balm.

"Mmmmmmmm," I let out a long deep purr as his rigid pillar of flesh stayed
buried inside me as he continued to unload. I could feel gob after thick
creamy gob shoot forth into my welcoming sheath of gripping flesh.

"OH JESUS....THAT'S SO FUCKING TIGHT," Sven groaned as I clamped down on
his twitching shaft with the muscles inside me as I tried to milk as much
cum out of him as I could. I felt my ring clutching and nibbling at the
base of his shaft as he continued to flood my insides with his precious
seed. He drew well back and then slammed it into me again, his pulsing cock
flooding me with more of his thick cream. I could feel the warmth of his
massive load deep deep inside me as his twitching movements slowed and he
finally stopped with the full length buried inside me. We were both
breathing raggedly, each of us drawing in deep breaths of fresh cool air as
our bodies luxuriated in the blissful sensation of a beautiful shared
release.

"C'mon Sven, I need that pussy of his," Kurt said urgently from beside
us. With my body covered in sweat and my mouth hanging open as I gasped for
air, I looked over at Kurt through half-closed eyes. His cock was fully
erect and projecting from his sliding hand like a missile ready for
take-off. Sven eased his hands off my shoulders and held my hips as he
slowly started to withdraw.

"Keep that hole closed nice and tight until Kurt gets in there, Kid. I
don't want a mess on the floor," he warned as he slowly pulled his cock
from within my clutching chute. As the massive knob started to slide out of
me, I clamped down with my sphincter; expelling his spent member in a
slippery rush but keeping his treasured seed safe within me.

"He's all nice and lubed up?" Kurt asked hurriedly as he moved in behind
me.

"If he wasn't before, he is now after that load I just dumped into him,"
Sven replied with a big smile on his face as he stepped to the side. With
my body still rocked by the fierce fucking and intense orgasm Sven had just
given me, I felt Kurt move close in behind me and nestle his throbbing
cock-head right up against my twitching hole.

"Oh man, this is gonna be so fucking good," Kurt said lustfully as he put
his hands on my shoulders as well and started to flex himself into me. I
felt that delicious pressure against my tight little orifice; and then as I
forced myself to relax, I felt it yield willingly.

"Oh fuck," Kurt moaned as his wide flared crown split my pussy-lips and
slipped inside.

"Mmmmmmm........yessssss," I heard myself moan instinctively as his cock
slid higher and higher into me. I could feel his thick shaft pushing the
massive load of Sven's cum way up inside me as he pressed himself into me
until I felt his wiry pubic hair scratching tantalizingly against my
stretched pucker.

"Oh fuck, what hot tight hole this kid has," Kurt said from behind me. His
voice sounded charged with lust as he pressed himself close up against me
and I could even feel his coarse chest hair rubbing against the soft smooth
skin of my back.

"Oh man, I need this bad, Kid," he breathed wetly into my ear, his mouth
salivating with need. I felt him adjust his feet to each side to give him a
better stance then he raised himself off my back and started to flex his
hips.

"Yessssss," I hissed again as he started to fuck me for all he was worth. I
could tell that this was nothing more than a quick and dirty fuck. Kurt
needed to get off in something hot and wet and I was more than willing to
offer up my little boy-pussy for his lust-driven desires.

"Uhhnnn......uhhnn.....uhhnnn," I groaned each time he hammered his long
thick cock into me. I felt that scintillating warmth in my midsection as
his virile manhood kept me full for another ten minutes or so. I felt my
drained cock starting to swell again already as his sliding rock-hard piece
of flesh stretched and rubbed against the ravaged raw membranes lining my
insides.

"OH FUCK......OH FUCK.......YESSSSSSS!" Kurt groaned loudly as his body
twitched erratically for a second and then he drove it all the way inside
me and held it there as he came. I closed my eyes in blissful pleasure as I
felt his swelling knob spewing his hot cum deep inside me. He flooded me
with a second consecutive big load and I could feel the mass of semen
totally coating my insides. He pressed his body close up against mine and
held me tightly as he totally plastered my insides with his warm viscous
semen. I nibbled around the base of his cock with my flexing ring and sent
delightful tremors down the full length of his cock as I used the massaging
muscles inside me to coax and drain as much of his delectable seed out of
him as I could.

"Oh fuck, Sven, you were right. This kid is incredible," Kurt said, his
voice rich with pleasure.

"Yeah, he is pretty good. We'll see how he is after we put him through a
good workout tonight." I looked over through half-closed eyes to see Sven
smiling at me approvingly. The look in his eyes seemed to wrap over me like
a warm comforting blanket.

"Now, just ease on out there Kurt," Sven said slowly. "And Kid, like I said
before, I don't want you to spill a drop."

"Yes sir," I nodded in agreement as Kurt started to withdraw his spent
member from my gripping hole. It came out in a slippery rush too and I
quickly clamped my stretched ring shut; not wanting to disappoint Sven.

"Good....good," Sven said. "Look at that mess you made on that wall and the
desk, Kid. You better clean that up."

"Yes, sir," I said, knowing exactly how he meant for me to clean it up. I
leaned forwards and used my tongue to lick and lap up all of my own spent
seed.

"Well...well...look at that," Kurt said as he watched me lick my tongue up
the wall and across the wooden surface of the desk until I'd gathered up
every drop.

"Just stay right there," Sven said as he stepped into the bathroom. He
returned with one of the glasses I'd seen on the vanity counter. He moved
in behind me and I felt him put one hand on the small of my back, my legs
tucked underneath me and my little round bum still splayed out before him.

"Okay, Kid, press down and relax that hole," I looked around my side and
saw him holding the empty glass just beneath my clutched pucker. Doing as
he asked, I let out a breath and relaxed my sphincter. At the same time, I
used the muscles inside me and pushed down.

"Oh yeah, that's it," I said as I heard a wet sound as their cum started to
slide out of me and a huge gob dropped noisily into the glass. I kept
pushing and could feel the warm fluid oozing out of my stretched hole. I
flicked my eyes to the other side and saw Kurt watching spellbound as the
cup continued to fill with the mixed juices of their spent cum. I pushed
from deep deep inside me and felt more slide down the sides of my chute
until finally, I had pushed out all of their two massive loads that I
could.

"Good job, Kid," Sven said, his voice rich with praise as I felt his finger
circle my ravaged hole one last time. I turned around and sat on the front
edge of the desk just as he took his cum-covered finger and wiped it on the
inside edge of the glass.

"Look at all that nice warm cream," Sven said as he waved the glass in slow
circles just in front of my face. With both of them filling me, a massive
load from each, there was a huge amount of the swirling pearly fluid in the
glass. I looked at it hungrily, my tongue sliding out instinctively to run
around my glossy lips wantonly.

"Is this what you want, cocksucker?" Sven asked teasingly as he circled the
glass of milky cum hypnotically before me, the pearly semen swirling
invitingly mere inches from my waiting mouth.

"Yes," I said, my eyes glued to the mass of thick sperm-laden cum.

"Yes what?" he said firmly.

"Yes sir. That's what I want, sir," I said, almost frantic now. "Can
I...can I have it sir?" I asked, pleading with him.

"Here you go," he said with a big smile on his face as he handed me the
glass. I eagerly took it in my hands and brought it to my lips. The intense
masculine aroma filled my nostrils immediately and fueled my arousal. As I
tipped the glass up and felt the thick warm cream start to slide into my
mouth, I closed my eyes in bliss and let it flow onto my waiting tongue. As
their combined loads settled on my tongue, I relished in the intense
masculine flavor. I rolled a big mouthful all around the inside of my
mouth, their thick cream coating my cheeks and gums. Finally, I couldn't
wait any longer; I needed to feel it sliding down my throat.

"Mmmmmmmm," I let out a purr of satisfaction as the warm silky fluid slid
soothingly down my throat. I tipped more up into my mouth and rolled it
around before swallowing it as well. There was more and I savored it for as
long as I could before letting it slither smoothly down my throat to join
the rest in a nice warm spot in the pit of my stomach.

"Looks like you've got a little cum-slut on your hands there, Sven," Kurt
said as both men watched me, smiles of contentment on their faces.

"He's not done yet," Sven said as he reached forward and grabbed me by the
shoulder. "C'mon Kid, you've still got some clean-up to do." He pulled me
onto my feet and pushed down to the floor in front of them. Starting with
Sven, I licked his heavy flaccid cock until I had cleaned up all the
combined juices from the soft warm surface. I moved over to Kurt and he
lifted his thick cock and dropped it right into my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I let out another mew of pleasure as this time there was more cum
still clinging to his dick. He'd cum inside me after Sven and there was
more of their combined juices along with my own warm secretions clinging to
the surface of his spent member. I sucked and licked it clean before
pressing my lips into the pubic hair at the base of his cock.  Some of
Sven's cum had been forced out of my hole while I was being fucked by Kurt
and I was anxious to lick up as much as I could from the his damp
groin. Finally, they seemed satisfied that I had cleaned them up as they
wished.

"Okay," Sven said as he reached for his jeans, "let go get something to
eat. I want to make sure we've all got enough energy to keep the kid full
at both ends all night long."

"Sounds good to me, I've got a lot more loads I wanna dump into him," Kurt
replied as he reached for his own clothes. Walking on shaky legs, I
stumbled over to my battered suitcase and started to pull on my own
clothes. I was sore, my body had been totally ravaged by two hung
studs....and yet....I realized I'd never been happier in my entire life. I
knew now that yes....I was a total cum-slut as Kurt had said.....but I
loved it....my mind started to wonder what the rest of the night was going
to be like....I was eagerly awaiting whatever they had in store for me
next.......