Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2012 10:22:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com> Subject: Picked Up a Hitcher 7 Picked Up a Hitcher 7 Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a Variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied of posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography please ensure you do not proceed. My old friend Mark dumped his morning load down my throat in his hotel room then said "You've eaten my cum. I'll give you some piss to wash it down with. Fuck I'm hung over. Having a personal pussy boy to service me makes it a whole lot better. Go get me some water and Advil. I'm sleeping in. Sign me in the training class and take good notes." Morgan sat next to me in the training class. He acted like we were regular guys and friends. Hard to believe he had forced me to suck cock for the 1st time at gun point just two days ago. Mark was one of my best friends until then, but not anymore. Mark owns me now and I do whatever he and Morgan say. They are blackmailing me, but are they forcing me to be a boy toy? My hard dick says they're not forcing me to do anything I do not want. About 10:00 Morgan got a text from Mark. He showed me the text, and I turned red and got panicky. This was not the right place for this kind of thing. The text read "He was sucking me when I woke up. Made him drink my piss. Completely submissive with hard-on. Gave him a piss chaser after breeding his mouth. Awesome" Morgan leaned over and quietly said in my ear "I thought he might take it too easy on you since he is your friend, but he is pushing your limits fast. Yesterday he made your ass hole a pussy and his cum dump. Today he made you his toilet." I could not believe he said that in a public place. I looked around to see if anyone was looking our way. There was a 40 something tall lean guy in the row in front of us looking back. I do not think he could have overheard the exact words, but he was looking straight at me, and I imagined the worst. Mark and Morgan were fucking with my head like they had fucked my throat and ass. So hard to concentrate on my work when I could not stop thinking about how I would be used next. Nothing interesting happened for the rest of the morning. Morgan and I had lunch at the hotel Bistro. After a good meal, Morgan said I needed to buy some toys and leather gear since I was a sub boy toy now. He asked if my wife would notice a charge on our Visa from a bondage store for butt toys and restraints. My look of horror must have been enough of an answer because he said "Sucks to be you then" He called a waiter over to our table. It was the room service waiter that had face fucked me when I was tied to Mark's bed. "My friend here needs help with introductions. Can you introduce him to any generous friends?" "Yes Sir. As it happens there is a friend in the hotel now who would love to see a lot of your friend Chris. I'm he will enjoy the company." It took me a minute to figure out that Morgan had just pimped my ass to a man neither of us knew. Morgan "If you're a good boy you can earn enough to buy your toys in one night. I'll take you shopping when you have the cash." I do not remember much about the rest of the day. All I could think about was being sold. Mark used me like a fuck toy and gave the use of holes away to his friend Morgan, but being pimped for cash to a stranger was something else. This was a way to get seriously hurt or dead. The waiters name was Caesar. He came to my room about 7 PM. He was not the playful man who had sex with me the night before. He was all business. "Are you clean? Inside and out? Good. Take this blue pill. This man is not young like your masters, but he expects you to be hard and horny when he fucks your ass. This is a regular customer. Do not embarrass me. You do whatever it takes to make him happy and maybe I can find you more work. Even the kink stuff you get off on. What are you waiting for? Strip and get on all fours, so I can lube up your pussy. This man is going to fuck you not play with your twat till your wet and warmed up." Caesar stuck some kind of thin probe up my ass that left a cold wet feeling in me at least 6" deep. "This shit is long lasing. It will keep your twat wet and fuckable for a long time. Do you need to be fingered or can you take a big cock without it? You're too green to know. I'm going to let him bust you open, so you make lots of noise. Put these red panties on and get dressed. Take these rubbers. He knows he cannot fuck you boys without a rubber." Caesar walked me up to a room on the 5th floor. Caesar groped my junk so my dick was rock hard outside a stranger's hotel room when I knocked. My hard-on was way too big for the lacy little panties I was wearing. The Man that opened the door was in his late 50s and wearing nothing but wranglers with a big western belt buckle. Good looking and thin with a full head of gray hair. He reminded me of Sam Eliot in a western movie. He motioned me in then pointed at his feet and said "Kneel" His uncut cock was long and fat when he fished it out of his fly even though it was still soft. I did not wait to be told to suck it. I knew what I was there for. I worked the foreskin with my tongue. I sucked and licked till his cock was hard. About 7 or 8 inches and fat, almost beer can fat like Mark's. My lips were stretched tight around his cock. The musky taste of his cock sock was intense. I decided I loved uncut cock best. I loved licking the tight space between the cock head and foreskin. My forehead hit his big belt buckle when I took the full length of his dick down my throat. "You sucked me hard. Time to fuck you. Give me a condom and strip. You brought ribbed Magnums? Ribbed for your pleasure. You're a real hungry hole I guess and not just gay for pay. You're a cock hungry fuck hole." The laughed as he said the last part. It was humiliating, but he was probably right. I was hard and horny and wanted to feel his cock in my ass like I had in my mouth. When he pulled the drapes open at the floor to ceiling windows, I backed away since I was completely naked. "That's sweet. You're shy. Shy and dumb. This hotel is notorious for amateur sex shows by the widow. That's why I always stay here. The police almost never get called. The risk makes it hotter. Go bend over by the window with your hands by the glass and show me your pussy ass and show the people in the next building your hard boy dick." This was crazy, but I did as I was told. What choice did I have? All I could do was try to make him cum as fast as possible before the cops or hotel security was called. I was thinking about who might be about to see me get fucked when 8" of fat cock rammed up my hole in one fast motion. I yelled and tried to get away, but he was holding my hips tight. He ignored my struggling and started steadily long dicking my hole. The pain did not last long. Whatever kind of lube Caesar had squirted up my ass was good. Soon I was feeling the pleasure of the condom ribs sliding past my ass lips. I did not notice I was moaning like a whore till he put two fingers in my mouth and told me to suck. Both my holes were his to use. He pulled back with the fingers in my mouth to make me stand up straight while he continued to fuck my hole. "Show the people next door your body. Let them see the good-looking boy toy I'm fucking. See your hard cock and the pleasure on your face. Your pussy has been talking to my cock. You have been milking me. You want my cum in you bad. Too bad I can't breed your pussy. You'll just have to settle for taking my load in your mouth." He started fucking me harder then. I moved with his thrusts to take his cock deep and hard. I was close to Cumming without touching my dick. He knew he had made me love his cock and want his load. After another 5 minutes of hard fucking, he was ready to give me his load. I felt empty and frustrated when he pulled out of me. I wanted to cum while he fucked me. "On your knees. Open wide." He beat his hard cock over my face. My mouth was wide open and my tongue was out. He must have had a 7 day load in his balls. The 1st shot missed my face and went into my hair. He aimed his cock head more at my mouth for the rest of his load. I could feel his Elmer's glue thick cum coating my face and tongue. " "Look out the window. Give everyone one last look at the cum on your face then eat every drop." Since I was still hard and horny, I greedily licked his cum off my lips and fingers. It was so thick it was clinging to the inside of my mouth even after I swallowed. As I was leaving his room he said. "Here is an extra $50 just for you. Buy yourself something nice. What's your name? I'll ask for you again next time I'm in town." "Chris" "A girl's name. It fits you." Author's note: I love to hear from men who read my stories. Story ideas and suggestions welcome. I live in Memphis and try to add local flavor to the stories.