Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2012 13:20:09 -0500
From: Rob Bass <robbass.fraternity@gmail.com>
Subject: Business meeting - part one

This is taken from the early chapters of a Kindle book called
Stone Reboot.
It is part of a series starting with the book Isla Paradiso where
an ordinary dude vacations at a Caribbean gay resort and is
transformed into a sex crazed muscle stud.
And while it sounds cool, there's .complications.
But what happens in this story isn't complicated at all.



"Later mate, and we should have done something about your hair,"
hearing the motel room door shut in the distance.
Gil jerked his hand down since it reflexively went up to touch
the hair on his head.
Asshole, he thought grinning.
Ian his Irish buddy, coworker, employee is always slamming him
about his freaking hair and looking up at the mirror, okay maybe
it's a little too shaggy and could use a trim.

He was leaning his back against a bathroom wall since his legs
are still shaking from the explosive orgasm his sadist buddy just
gave him.
It started with just a touch up with Ian an expert in what to do
since once clean, Gil is somewhat careless about his looks but
that doesn't stop his buddy from getting him ready for this
afternoon and tonight.
He has some nice hair on his legs and forearms tapering off the
higher they go with only a small bush over his groin and a little
under his arms, however Ian started shaving his armpits and then
running his tongue over each pit supposedly making sure he got
everything.

Above the stalk is now merely a shadow of pubes, but even though
Gil's totally bare elsewhere his buddy shaved around his dick,
nuts, the track heading to his hole and then around his rosebud
as well, knowing damn well the razor will make already sensitive
skin even more so.
Having Gil placing his arms against the wall and bending forward
the Irish stud went to town rimming his sphincter until Gil's
moans were practically bouncing off the tile walls of the
bathroom and turning him around he stood up to chew on his
sensitive nubs running fingers between his legs and tickling his
hole keeping him on the edge for God knows how long. Finally the
Irishman dropped to his knees, reached up and roughly twisted his
bloated nubs as his mouth sank on his throbbing dick and he was
exploding in the man's mouth with so much cream it was dribbling
all over Ian's t-shirt before he emptied out.

Still resting against the wall he looked over at the man in the
mirror.
Looking back was someone about thirty or maybe a couple years
younger thanks to the shaggy almost black hair along with a
couple day growth on the chin with Ian shaving his thick neck to
keep the look sexy.
At six-one and two hundred and twenty-five pounds Gil's a big man
and considering he doesn't have an ounce of fat he's bulging with
muscles in all the right places and since he didn't eat regularly
the last couple of days that means his already big body is
sharply defined with a deep cleft between two slabs of pecs as
well as trenches for abdominals.

As big as he is, there's a couple noticeable features which are
his Popeye arms out of proportion to even his big body. A lot of
muscle guys' arms only look okay unless they're pumped up; yet
Gil's look big even when not working out and since he and Ian
just came from the gym his biceps were positively huge.
The other noticeable feature is large quarter sized nipples
wrapping down around his pec shelf with the fat juicy bullets
pointing slightly down. Decades of abuse has turned his erasers
into nubs looking like they should have some heavy duty tip rings
hanging off but they're so sensitive it makes him crazy having
anything on his tits. Besides being bare makes them available to
play with.

The Adonis belt swooped in pointing towards his crotch and even
though he's just blown a huge load he's still hard as a rock.
Low hanging balls hang below a good size dick. Admittedly it's
pretty close to OMG, both in length and thickness. Genetics and
all that.

It isn't only the muscles but what else his body has going for
it. Besides being huge when he's having sex his dick won't go
down and will dumps thick loads of cream no matter how many times
he cums, turning his sex partners on to no end.
Spend a few hours fucking his ass and his dick will still be rock
hard the whole time probably leaking cream as he gets pounded.

His ass is another part of being built for sex. Before being
transformed it was relatively flat having trouble holding shorts
up making him crazy. But today it's a hard muscled pair of glutes
and slightly bent over with legs spread, a perfectly round and
pink rosebud is exposed to tongue, finger or fuck as much as you
want and his hole will remain tight through the night. He's even
been double fucked as well as fisted and the next dick sinking in
his hole will find it tight around their shafts.
All part of the transformed body Fraternity package.

He pushed off the wall and his thick legs held, so he stepped
closer to the mirror and coming up and rubbing his chest gasping
over his tormented tips since his evil friend chewed on these bad
boys for some time.
The only thing on his body so far is a leather armband at the top
of his right bicep. Black with orange edges, its code for
anything any time and since it's on the right side it means he's
the bottom boy.
Normally he'll start with one on each arm and will top, bottom,
master, slave, fuck or be fucked since it's all about getting
sex; however he's here in New York to meet someone and definitely
will be bottoming for this dude.

A couple more features is a super high libido and once he gets
wrapped up in play, the only thing likely to slow him down is
when he gets physically tired, just like any other person and
since he's had a couple of good nights sleep, he's ready for
whatever happens.
And while his stamina is almost inhuman, he also has a few
tricks.
His jizz is incredibly tasty to any man but what's unknown is
that it's like a shot of energizing Viagra to anybody who
swallows or takes it up their ass, so any sex partner getting a
load of his cream will be ready to go another round or two.

He looked at the box sitting on the counter and shaking his head
opened it back up, already knowing what's inside and he couldn't
help grinning.
An Ass Lock.
It was left at the registration desk when he checked in, with
instructions to be wearing it when they meet.
It has a thick silicone circle acting as a cock ring and slipping
it over it fit snugly around the shaft that's refusing to go
down, then there's the connecting strip that goes snugly between
his legs and the tour de force being a large dildo somewhat in
the shape of a soft serve ice cream cone, large size, although
this one has little nubs and he knows he's going to pay for those
bumps; and slipping it in his ass he squirmed groaning as the
nubs scraped against his prostate.
Geezus, he's never going to go down.

Gil can't go to a regular doctor since they look in alarm seeing
an enlarged prostate which is true. What they don't understand is
it's perfectly healthy, especially with the fact it's highly
sensitive so that means anyone screwing his butt is going to turn
him on big time.

The next thing slipped on was a heavily used jock. The waistband
is about twice the size of a swimmer jock with a thin material
now brutally stretched out trying to hold his throbbing tool in
check and he resisted the urge to pull it out and whack one off
before leaving.

Gil headed back into the bedroom trying not to groan as the Ass
Lock did its thing to his insides.
Laid out on the bed were the rest of his clothes and it will be a
funny outfit since the shoes are a pair of Carhartt black leather
boots and a suit.
Although it's not just any suit, since it's a Chu.

Jack Chu's are extremely expensive, completely custom made suits
for men with the price tag to match and considering what he's
going to be doing tonight he sure as hell is endangering the
costly set of clothes.
However this suit was when he was about fifteen pounds lighter so
it's really too small for him and tonight for its final debut,
the suit will be perfect.
Even perfectly tailored he has what's euphemistically known as
the `younger cut' which means the waistband is a little lower and
everything is slightly snugger making it a sexier garb to wear.
But now with the fifteen extra pounds it's gonna be super snug.

Gil took the button-down shirt and started pulling it on. It was
a light pewter matching his gray eyes and buttoning it up he
looked at the mirror over the dresser and grinned since what
normally would be a nicely fitting shirt is too small with the
biceps pulling at the seams and the chest just starting to pull
on the buttons sharply cutting in on his lower torso.
Thick socks went on next and then he pulled on the charcoal gray
slacks and he couldn't help cracking up.
His big legs were emphasized with the straining hardon bulging
and he repositioned it to get some of it down his leg but there's
still no hiding the fact not only is he well endowed but a very
happy man at the moment and turning to look at the back since it
was straining the front, the material around his ass draped like
a second skin.

Boots on, he straightened up and with the pant leg down, it isn't
quite so obvious he's not wearing some nice Italian leather shoe
although the boots give him about another inch of height to his
already tall enough frame.
Next came a Jerry Garcia tie since he sure as hell isn't going to
risk one of his silk babies costing a couple hundred bucks and
fortunately while the shirt is straining pretty much most of his
body, the neck isn't too tight
Last came the jacket and looking in the mirror he couldn't help
snorting at the picture in front of him with the first thought
being yeah he should've gotten a haircut since he looks like a
big muscled college jock. Although the haircut wouldn't make a
huge difference since while in many ways the suit looks
exquisitely tailored its still glaringly emphasizing his bulky
build.
But then again that's the whole reason for wearing it today.

He met Ben in Fort Lauderdale finding out the dude comes to New
York frequently for business. The several times they've met has
been bumping into each other at a private leather club off the
Southwest Highway where anything goes and usually Gil starts out
with leather armbands around both arms and will top and bottom
his way through the night, however that doesn't work with Ben.
Leather daddy, he definitely likes pounding Gil's hole, but what
Ben really likes to do is take a sex pig around to his fellow
leather buddies to be used and abused through the night.

Meeting Gil, the man's been in heaven since here's a strapping
muscle dude ready to do anything and everything except maybe for
the super hard-core stuff which isn't Ben's thing anyway.
Discovering Gil can last for hours with many men working him over
has him calling up for rematches and it turns out both had
business in New York around the same time.

It's early Thursday afternoon and he'll be brought into several
offices as Ben's pig and offered to the man's friends culminating
in a much nastier evening later.

And this is the price of the transformed body built for sex,
since in order to maintain their system he needs mancum and even
diehard tops have to figure out what to do. His need for down and
dirty nasty group sex has been building up the last month and he
knows he can count on his buddy to help take care of that.

So he'll be the pig boy for the next twelve to sixteen hours
which doesn't bother him whatsoever since it's all about sex.
Checking his big body out encased in the way too expensive
undersized suit he shook his head and headed out of the room.


It was a hot, humid day in late June and the people on the
normally bustling New York streets were doing their best to deal
with it by dressing down in lighter wear or if you still have to
look professional, bustling a little quicker to the next air
conditioned sanctuary. Stepping out of an SUV, the heat and
humidity slammed into his body as he looked up at the glass
building.
Another nameless square box with a few bland features rising up,
as well as here on the ground, all in a futile effort so it won't
be considered a nameless square box, and Gil felt his shirt
already starting to stick to his skin by the time he made it the
short distance to the lobby where the air conditioning hit him
once he made it through the revolving door.

Gil's name was on the list so he got his little generic sticker
that doesn't adhere to suits very well classifying him as a
visitor so everyone is reassured he's not a thug sneaking in to
do them harm.

"The offices of Campbell and Jordan are on the seventeenth
floor," and Gil nodded his head before heading to the elevator
bank and turning away he grinned since the nicely muscled
Hispanic dude's eye contact was longer than needed, so he was
pretty sure the dude is a fellow traveler.

Are we that much on the down low any more?
Or can we now say, yep the dude's as queer as they come?
Some older people years ago used to say the guy who's middle-
aged, never married and a limp wrist was `musical' for the
euphemism of gayboys and at some point we self identified as
`friends of Dorothy' or `fellow traveler', but today's world has
movie stars and guys in sports coming out of the closet,
admittedly after their careers are pretty much over. It's gotten
so frequent the world yawns with the only discussion being
whether the revelation is `like duh' or `no shit, really?'

DING.

I left the elevator and seeing the glass doors to the right
display the law firm's name headed over and once through, took
the few steps to the reception desk. At the desk was the classic
trim queen with dyed hair but conservatively done since this is a
law firm, was talking on the phone and finishing the call he
looked up "Can I help..?" Looking like he was just poleaxed.
He might have been since Gil realized he was still overheated
even out of the warm weather.
Oops.

Another difference. Pheromones.
We all have them. Bugs and animals use pheromones to attract
others of their species so they can propagate and it's calculated
we humans can do the same thing although it's a pretty limited
range, even only on the surface of your skin if you're
`transmitting', maybe in sweat.
I don't understand how they're figuring that out since if you're
licking the sweat off a dude's chest, it's likely you're already
interested in doing the deed.
But Fraternity dudes can transmit further with maybe it being a
little more specific so hungry bottom boys wanting a big shaft
will be circling if you happen to be a top with the right
equipment.

I'm jokingly referred to as the Prince of Pheromones by my
buddies and standing around in a crowded bar, people may get
clobbered with what I'm transmitting.
To me, I'm only getting horned up, maybe feeling an internal
heat.
A little horny and I supposedly transmit a little distance making
people feel .perky.
If I'm amped they tell me it can be like waves of lust slamming
into you and bars, bathhouses, gay resorts have been known to
click into higher gear when I'm around turning a sedate night out
into frenzied orgy.

I recognized the look on the receptionist's face and thinking of
a thermostat I dialed it down and you could see him relaxing a
bit.
"I'm here to see Ben Weinstein. He's visiting one of your
lawyers."
"Mr. Walker?" and I nodded.
"I was told to expect you; Although you're certainly not what I
expected," with his eyes ranging over my muscled frame.
Oh God.
"They're still meeting. I'll let him know you're here."
I got the usual `do you want something while you're waiting' and
shaking my head no I moved over to the little seating arrangement
nearby with my back to the receptionist.

I crack myself up sometimes. I'm here to be guided by a man who's
going to use and abuse me through the day, but I still don't know
how to handle a dude flirting.
I'm not some submissive muscle boy.
Well I can be, but only so it will lead into hot sex. I can
master, slave, top, bottom .its all playing a role to get to the
end game .sex. Lots of sex.
Gee have I made my point yet?
Sitting down my Ass Lock shifted, grinding against my prostate
and I had to clench my teeth to keep in my moan.
Okay maybe I'm not being honest.

With a former lover I was a consistent top since he was
definitely a hard core bottom; which was a shame since my partner
was definitely gifted.
However transformed I still top frequently but it's like my body
is built to bottom. Lick my rosebud and I'll be a whore in heat,
scrape my prostate and I can't think. I crave cum and the idea
I'll be Ben's muscle whore has me squirming in the chair.
Well that and the damn Ass Lock.

"Gil, good to see you."
Two men came around the corner, the first was Ben and since this
is the first time I've seen him in something other then leathers,
I probably wouldn't have recognized the man if we passed on the
street.
A little under six feet, he's the classic burly daddy bear with
short salt and pepper hair, closely cropped beard displaying some
gray and his suit was doing nothing to hide his thick frame.
You can tell he's fighting the inevitable since his muscled frame
is getting a little rounded. Not fat yet, just obviously needing
more gym time to keep the shape.
Behind him was a taller dude who it's not difficult to imagine in
chaps and harness. Salt and pepper hair as well, hard face with
strong shaved jaw and big body even if it's not as burly as Ben.
"This is Paul Jordan," and shaking hands he scanned my body like
a piece of meat, which I guess I am.

"Shall we go to my office?"
We walked down the hallway to a large corner office where the
door was shut and noticeably locked behind us.
"Nathan knows not to disturb us; however some people have barged
past him. Jacket off boy."
I looked over at Ben since that's the protocol and his eyes
sparkled, understanding the gesture and with a slight grin he
nodded.
My other suits that fit would have slid right off, but it's tight
in the shoulders and arms, so it was a slight struggle as I
wrestled the jacket off flexing my torso and getting appreciative
stares.

Jordan stepped up grabbing my crotch, "Impressive Ben."
"Primo. I haven't had him out in public so I don't know how he'll
behave but he's performed well in the pits where we've met up."
"Oh?"
"Exceptionally well. I'll have the boys use him for hours and he
takes it all. Even hours later he's still functioning."
He was moving around, hands on my big biceps straining the shirt,
noting the armband underneath, fingers across a sloping trap,
grabbing my ass in back and coming back around and in front his
hands came up to squeeze the nipples pushing the shirt front out
hearing me grunt.
"Sensitive?"
"Big time. They're designed to be abused," which was Ben replying
since I don't know if I'm allowed to speak. The dude was treating
me like some horse flesh as he checked out my frame.

"Open your mouth boy," and opening he spit down my throat.
Normally hot, and the fact we're standing in an office, all of us
in formal gear made it downright illicit, like we're doing
something naughty and it was turning me on big time.
It didn't hurt the man mauling my chest is a big strapping
manstud and he surprised me by closing in for a deep tongue
dueling long kiss and I pulled him in to continue making out,
hearing the big man whimper before breaking away and getting a
light slap on the cheek.
"You'll pay for your temerity," since of course a boy isn't
suppose to be hugging but the dude was smiling as well as looking
a little dazed.
Well yeah, it was a good kiss.

"Unfortunately I have another meeting so we can't spend the time
I'd like to," moving back to his huge dark wood desk and sitting
on the edge he unzipped his fly fishing out an impressive slab of
beef.  Fingers were snapped, then pointing down at the floor
directly in front of him and after another glance at Ben to get
his okay, I kneeled down sucking in his fat tube taking it to the
hilt on my first swallow.
"Geezus!"
"Looks like some college frat jock, but I'm telling you Paul this
is a whore extraordinaire."

I was working up and down his tool, drool coating his cock
getting a little bit of pre-cum which tasted pretty good and my
need for jizz kicked in sucking harder to get the stud's mancream
down his throat.  Pushed off, Jordan straightened up off the desk
then slammed his dick back in my mouth and holding the back of my
head started to powerfuck my face.
"I'm .not going .to last .much longer." Warm spooge slammed
against the back of my throat, as more shots were fired and I
swallowed as quickly as I could since I didn't want cum dribbling
on my clothes and fortunately the load while heavy wasn't too
much and swallowing another round the big stud pulled out,
absently giving another light slap on the side of my face and
hearing a `good boy' as he turned and began stuffing his big dick
back in his suit pants.

Standing up Gil was handed his jacket by Ben.
"I'll see you at Lupa's around eight?" Seeing Ben nod then jerk
his head toward Gil.
"Make sure he doesn't look too used by dinnertime," with the two
chuckling and they left the office.

Waiting for the elevator outside the office Ben stood close to
Gil.
"You look incredibly hot in the suit stud."
Gil wiggled an eyebrow, "I can say the same. You clean up pretty
nice," with the daddy bear barking out a laugh.

DING.
They moved into the elevator and being the only ones Ben closed
in for a killer kiss then pulled away when they stopped three
floors down letting others on.
"So what's on the agenda?"
"We have a couple more places to stop before dinner. Another
office then a warehouse."
"Warehouse?"
"Buddy of mine. Big black dude with a horse dick. When I
mentioned I have a muscled pig available he scheduled a
supervisors' meeting later this afternoon, promising a couple of
his co-workers will be more than happy to work over some suited
stud.
Fuuuuck.

"But we have a stop before that."
"Oh?"
We were on the street and Ben grabbed my arm stopping me and
grinning gave a playful slap on the cheek.
"All you need to do boy is know you're meeting another of my
buddies who also happens to be well hung," and he laughed when I
let out a moan.
Ben's cell phone rang.
"Yeah ...Good ...as many as you want, I'm telling you he can take
anything you and your buddies want to do to him. Not too extreme
on the abuse, but when it comes to sex, the pig is insatiable ..I
might suggest you schedule them later so we get a little playtime
first .sounds good .see you at dinner."
Gil looked over and Ben had an evil smile on his face.
"Looks like you passed muster," and I raised an eyebrow.
"There's a very limited member private club called Excess that
Paul belongs to and he just let me know he's reserved a room
after dinner. It's going to be a looooong night for you stud."

"Are you going to tell me what's next?"
"No."
Gil grinned thinking it wasn't important anyway.
They were walking through the canyons of high rises populating
Manhattan so it must not be far, but the hot, steamy day was
making his clothes cling to his frame.
It didn't help they were already tight and pulling on him, but
the walking was also horning him up big time especially since the
last dude had been pinching his nipples through the shirt and
they're sensitive as hell, so they were pushing against the
fabric.

Worse his dick confined in a well used jock, slightly stiff from
sweat, jizz and a little piss was scratching against his
sensitive head and his dick was desperately needing to break
free.
However the Ass Lock was brutal since they were walking a fast
pace and the pulling and tugging on the butt plug in his hole was
scraping against his prostate nonstop.
Damn he's going to blow a load in the middle of Manhattan!

Into another building with the a/c practically punching us in the
gut and we went up to Bennett Securities.
"So who are we seeing?" I'm curious what can I say.
"Tony Crawford, an old friend of mine and he looooves muscle
pigs.
I looked at Ben for a minute not getting the dude.
He's like the person at the table who's enjoying their meal so
much that insists everyone tries a sample because it's so good;
and today I'm the entr e.
Standing on the sidelines he'll either watch or coax his pals to
work me harder and there's been a few times where he's seen it's
too much and have them ease up or just announce its time to move
his pig on to the next group.

In the pit it alternates between abuse where I might get strung
up and whipped, clamped, lightly smacked around then it's time to
have the dicks slamming into my holes, men pounding away until
they drop their loads and move out so another hard man can take
his place.
Ben may decide to step in and have me suck him off, or he might
stand next to me brutally twisting on my nubs since like legions
of other men he's fascinated with my bullets. Swollen stubs, not
too big, not too small, it's probably more what they do to me
since I'll writhe and groan as they're used and abused.
DING.

"Mr. Crawford, your visitors."
"BEN, good to see you!"
Coming from behind another huge desk was a man with a shaved
head, big build emphasized by his custom tailored suit and he
pulled off his reading glasses to toss them on the desk making
his way across the office.
It didn't take a genius to gauge the trappings of success. If you
know suits like I do, he's probably coming in at ten large, but
the office furnished in dark woods and leather is spacious and
professionally decorated screaming `I'm a big shot'.
The door was closed by a husky young man who brought us to
Crawford and he moved up close inspecting me.

"And who's this?"
"I call him Gil, but you can call him whatever you want Tone."
A hand came up to rub against one of the lapels on my suit.
"Well this is a surprise. One of the last things I'd expect
someone in your position wearing is a Chu."
Okay so the man knows his suits.

Supposedly the best tailor in Hong Kong, and thanks to the
exchange rate a fifteen thousand dollar HK suit means it'd be a
LOT more if it was done in New York.
The downside of Chu's is the dude has one shop and he doesn't
travel. So if you want a Chu, you go to Hong Kong and my former
lover was addicted to the formal wear.
"I found it on a Salvation Army rack," and the man let out a
burst of laughter.
"Cute. The way it fits you, it's yours but you put on what
..twenty pounds since you got it?"
I shrugged, "Fifteen."
"Aaaah. I heard they come in two cuts. One a little trimmer."
Man, the dude does know his suits.
"One last question before we get to more important things. Do you
have one that fits this magnificent body of yours?"
"Uh, no sir."
I saw him tilting his head, "Not quite the truth, but we'll let
it go," as he reached underneath my tie and began unbuttoning my
shirt buttons.
I didn't lie, well not quite. I have a dozen Chu's in my closet
at home. But that would draw too many questions and my shirt was
pulled out of my pants and spread, although the top button was
still fastened along with my tie around my neck which he flicked
over my shoulder to run his hands over my torso.

"Truly impressive Ben, where'd you find him?"
"He visits Ft. Lauderdale on occasion."
"Not a resident? He'd fit in with the empty headed muscle down
there," and then looking in my eyes, "perhaps not;" with a
swollen tit grabbed and roughly pinched getting a grunt.
 "One of the worst I've met Paul. It's marvelous the noises he
makes."
"Let's see then," and the man leaned down to start sucking on my
left tit, then nibbling and it turn into a harder chewing as he
gestured for Ben to take the other one getting the expected
groans from me; and hearing a chuckling around my chest he went
after me rougher.

I may be the toy here, but the idea of standing in a suit in even
another office in Manhattan to be casually used is still turning
me on big time. Both men are hot studs and like any red blooded
gay man I noticed the hefty bulge in our hosts expensive pants
when he walked over and things are looking up when still chewing
away I felt my belt and pants loosened dropping to the floor.

The chrome domed stud pulled off.
"Let's see, how shall I do this? Ben." making a few gestures and
tapping my legs I lifted each up as Ben removed my pants from
around my ankles.
"Hmm, the jacket too I think."
Now in tie and shirt hanging open along with socks and leather
boots.
I was also wearing my jock which is soaking wet thanks to my
leaking tool along with the ass lock shoved deep on my hole.
"Interesting decision Ben," tapping the Ass Lock.
"Trust me, you won't be disappointed."
"Hmmm, we'll see," and once again his hand slipped under the
shirt first grabbing and squeezing a hurting bullet earning a
grunt then sliding down inspecting the horse flesh and he flicked
the jock to the side of my throbbing tool and freed, it quickly
filled up.

"Truly remarkable Ben. I'm wondering if I might be making this
pig an offer."
Ben laughed, "You can try, but I've found him to be fairly
independent;" and I was growling since the man was pulling on the
buttplug firmly lodged in my ass and coming out he let it drop
and letting it swing between my legs still attached by the cock
ring in front.
My ass was both happy it was out and disappointed at the vacancy.
"Mmmmm tasty."
Looking over the stud was licking his fingers and I must have
spurted some juice when the damn thing came out.

"Intriguing so far. Let's see if he can perform where it counts
and pushing my back I bent over a chair and feeling my shirttail
pushed higher, the stud rammed a big dick in my hole.
Yeeeessssssss, maybe too rough on entry, but I finally had
mandick inside me and my chute was pulsing around his shaft.
Most people feel the tight ring of a sphincter around their dick,
then maybe light touching on the sides. I'm told my ass envelopes
the entire cock with the tight ring at the end and like a velvet
glove around the rest of your pole and he must be liking it since
the man was quickly pounding my chute with the sounds of his
naked skin slapping against my flesh permeating the room.

Pulled up a little I was still bent slightly so he can fuck my
hole, but his hands slid up to my chest and grabbing my eraser's
he tightly held on using that as leverage as he jackhammered away
and my eyes closed savoring the heavy duty pounding from the
stud.
He slammed in to the hilt holding it there and I could feel his
tool swelling as hot cream started filling me up.

Kissing the center of my back, he pulled out and I noticed at
some point his jacket was off with a form fitting blue shirt
caressing his big body and the pants still on with a good sized
piece of meat poking out.
Starting to lower myself to clean his tool, he grabbed my
underarms to stop me.
"Not done with you yet boy;" to be manhandled over to the desk
and propped against it as the stud first tongued and chewed on my
bloated stubs some more then licked his way down to my cock and
roughly pulling the thick silicone ring around the base of my rod
and nuts off, he tossed the Ass Lock to the floor and I was
thinking how the lube slimed buttplug was now lying on an
expensive oriental while the stud slurped down my rock hard tool.

I was leaking like crazy and my jizz is like energizing Viagra
and it didn't take too long for the stud to rise up, hands under
my knees rolling me on my back as the legs continued higher and
once again he shoved his meat in my heated hole making both of us
grunt.

Leaning down I saw an expectant look and thinking he'll spit in
my mouth to assert his dominance I opened up but instead he came
in for a long deep sensual kiss until pulling off the man growled
like he's disgusted with his actions and proceeded to slam his
big dick down my chute. Hearing another low growl there was a
hard deep thrust, then another and on the last one he slammed
into the hilt and once again cum pumped into my hole.

Gil straightened up and the two men discussed business while he
got dressed.
Next stop .more men.