Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 16:16:17 +0100
From: Lynn Burlwood <lynnburlwood@googlemail.com>
Subject: Gay Sluts for the Weekend: Part 3

I apologize for the delay in posting the third chapter.  The typical reasons
for typical delays apply to me as well.  I love and appreciate the responses
that I have gotten so far.  I always warmly welcome any and all responses
(especially those with pictures).

***

Sopping wet from the piss that had just been poured over our heads, Jon and
I allowed Michael to lead us to the back of the bar.  He pushed some tables
aside and moved some cushions to the cold floor as padding.  "Alright
bitches, first order of business: remove those white shorts, but leave the
jockstrap on.  Then kneel."

Jon and I did as we were told.  The shorts, see-through at that point
anyway, peeled off of our bodies and landed with a soft, wet thud on the
floor.  Jon and I knelt next to each other, both facing the entrance of the
bar.

"Turn around and drop down on all fours."

Rapidly, our asses were on display for the whole bar to see.  Michael then
blindfolded us to ensure that we were to be seen, not to see.

"Men, as you can see, my two sluts have quite hungry asses, which I'm sure
are bored by now with the 'minuscule' plugs that are in there.  Sadly, I
can't let you fuck them - tonight.  I haven't fucked 'em yet, and I sure as
hell am gonna be the first.  Instead, I have this."

Jon and I couldn't see what Michael was holding up, and wouldn't until the
end of the night.  Our asses wound up telling us and, at the end of the
night, our eyes confirmed that Michael was happily jiggling a monstrous
24-inch double dildo in the air.  Two cockheads joined back to back in one
long cockwand, destined for my ass and Jon's ass.

Michael maneuvered Jon and me into place, our feet pushing against each
other, our asses facing each other.  Deftly, he yanked the butt plug out of
my ass, to which I let out an involuntary yelp.  Jon's plug was pulled out
in turn.  Then Michael pushed just the head of one side of the dildo into my
ass, and the other side into Jon's ass.  We were relieved at first because
it seemed that our asses were getting a reprieve: after all, at most 1 inch
of dildo was in my ass, no big deal for me.  My hopes were quickly
shattered.

"Alright men, my sluts have really hungry mouths - they confessed that fact
to me over and over again when they set up this little rendez-vous.  For the
remainder of the night, their mouths are yours to abuse.  You may fuck their
faces, jizz in and on them, piss in and on them, spit in and on them,
whatever you decide.  Nothing too intense and, of course, no real damage,
but their mouths are yours to abuse, with the proviso that by the end of the
night, their ass cheeks must be pushed firmly against each other.  I want
them to feel all the length of that 24-inch dildo!"

I felt sick to my stomach.  Who knew how many men were going to abuse my
mouth.  But at the same time, it was so fucking hot to know that I was just
there to be abused.  My cock grew harder still, painfully swelling around
the chastity device that would prevent me from jizzing.  I didn't have long
to worry, as the first dick slammed into my mouth.  I gagged a little, but
slowly began to time my breathing to the man's fucking.  He pounded away at
my face for some time before roughly grabbing my hair to ensure the proper
rhythm.  And he pushed and thrust, he drove his own cock and the dildo
deeper and deeper into me.  Jon, I could feel through my ass, was getting
the same treatment.

My face fucker (whoever he was) sped up, and I felt his cock grow bigger and
firmer, squeezing against my mouth and throat.  He plunged deeply one last
time and shot his load directly down my throat.

As fast as he plunged in, he pulled out.

"No need to worry, slutboi, the next cock is on its way."

True to his word (whoever he was), a new man shoved his cock into my mouth.
This one was longer than the last, but smaller around.  My throat muscles
adjusted accordingly, and I began to massage his long cock with my tongue.

By the end of the night, something like 20 guys had face fucked me.  Most
came right in my mouth, some down my throat, some forcing me to hold the
jizz in my mouth for some time.  Three men pulled out and came directly on
my face, wiping the cum around and up into my hair.  Six guys pissed on me.
Four guys pissed in me.  And all the while, half of the monster dildo was
shoved deep up my ass.

Michael undid the blindfold, peeling the now jizz and piss covered rag off
my face.  He peeled another blindfold off of Jon's face.  Blinking from the
blinding light, I noticed that we were among the last people in bar.  The
whole evening had passed us by, and Jon and I were the main attractions.

"Time to go home, faggots."

Michael pulled us up, simultaneously pulling out the dildo, which plummeted
to the ground in all its ass-raping glory.

Walking back to the car, neither Jon nor I seemed to care that we had been
reduced to wearing nothing more than a jockstrap and a layer of piss/cum.
We were exhausted but about to find out that our sleep would be anything but
comfortable.