Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2015 21:21:34 -0700
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rugby Boy Matt, Chapter 2

Rugby Boy Matt

I told them it wasn't rape.  It was from rugby.  But they still kept me
over night because of the wreck and me passing out.  In hindsight, it was
probably better than me going home.  What would I ever tell my boyfriend...

Luckily my boyfriend wasn't home when I got there.  I found a message on my
voicemail that he had been called out of town on a business trip at the
last minute.  I was so relieved.  I crawled into bed and stayed there until
later that night.

When I finally got up I had several missed calls and a few voicemails.
Nothing major so I was okay, and I quickly realized nothing from Alex.  I
took a deep breath and figured that Alex must have had his fun and was
going to leave me alone now.

It was only a couple hours later that a text popped up with an address and
a pic of me being tag teamed at both ends from last night.  My heart sunk
but my cock twitched.  I was both beaten and excited at the same time.  I
couldn't imagine what Alex could want, I mean how much abuse did he think I
could handle.  But I knew I had to go.  I knew Alex would publish those
pics or send them to my boyfriend if I didn't.

I got dressed in loose shorts and a tank top and got to the address about 5
minutes before eight.  It was a bar, a straight bar at that, and I could
see Alex's truck already parked.  Inside Alex was sitting with a bunch of
guys in uniform, some of which I remembered from last night.

I expected to get cat called or humiliated when I went in but to my
surprise the guys acted nice and friendly making room for me to sit, next
to Alex of course.  The waitress brought me a beer over and a shot.  It was
actually quite nice to just be sitting there listening while the guys
talked.  They talked about the usual stuff; work, sports, and boasting
about their sex lives.  But none of them talked about me or about any gay
sex.

At first it was almost surreal.  From anyone outside the group looking in,
they were just a bunch of marines grabbing drinks after a day at work.  But
to me they were the men that just a day before destroyed my hole and my
self-worth while also making one of my fantasies come true.  While they
talked about chasing a skirt and the next maneuvers coming up, I looked at
their faces and remembered how each man fucked me.

There was Michaels, who had been the first to start fucking me.  He fucked
like a horse ramming his cock into me and thrusting with all his weight.  I
felt like he was trying to drive me through the coffee table every time he
fucked into my ass.  Even after my ass was lubed with loads and loads of
cum, he fucked me like that.

Sitting next to me was Arnold.  He had a long thin cock.  His cock didn't
stretch me like the others, but it did snake into my hole deeper than most.
I remember how it made me gag and choke and how pointed it felt ramming my
ass like a rabbit.  I also can still feel how much he came, huge amounts
squirting into my ass and down my throat.

Rodriguez sat across the table from me.  He fucked like a bull in a china
shop.  He had a thick cock, a lot like Alex but not quite as thick.  He
also had the length more like Arnold.  However, he had something both of
them did not, balls to match his cock.  He flooded me when he came.  It was
almost like he was pissing cum into my ass.

Ericson was on the other side of Alex.  His cock wasn't huge but he did
know how to use it better than the others did.  He fucked me longer and
would go from hard pounding to long slow strokes.  He also liked pulling
his cock all the way out and then sliding it back in, teasing my hole with
the head.

The other two sitting around the table I didn't recognize.  I was lost
remembering the night before when I realized that Alex was looking at me.
He looked at me then looked at the bathroom.  It took me a minute to catch
on.

I got up and went to the bathroom and waited.  A few minutes later Alex
came in and just looked at me.  I started to turn around but Alex grabbed
my shoulder and forced me down to my knees.  He took his cock out and put
the head in my mouth and then the piss started flowing.  Slowly at first,
just enough that I could keep up and swallow.  Then faster so that it was
more of a struggle.  By the time Alex finished pissing I had it dribbled
down my chest and all over my face.

"Get back to the table." Alex said while slapping me up against the back of
the head.  I could hear his disappointment.  I could feel it in his stare,

I walked back to the table with my head hung low and when I got there a
fresh beer and shot were waiting on me.  I did the shot fast hoping it
would help with the feeling of disappointment.  The beer I was sipping on
as Alex came back to the table.

"I'm headed out; I need a cigar before bed." Alex announced.  As he did, he
looked at me and then the door.  I know I was headed out too so I said my
good byes and left right after him.

When I got outside Alex was waiting at his truck.  I walked over to him and
he scolded me for not being better at drinking his piss.  Then he motioned
for me to get into the truck.  I did without resistance, as I know
resistance is met usually with me being punished.

Once in the truck, Alex grabbed a cigar out of his box and handed it over
to me.  I had never lit a cigar before so I just sort of looked at it.  He
grabbed the cutter next, then a lighter and passed them all over to me.

After asking how to do it, he took them all back and did it while I
watched.  He made sure to explain to me what he was doing and I knew the
next time I would be doing all this myself.  Once Alex had the cigar going
he rolled down the window and started out of the parking lot.

He didn't really talk to me, but that was okay.  I was mesmerized by him
smoking his cigar.  He would take long tokes off it and then exhale.  I
never noticed him undo his pants but I did notice when he took my hand and
put it on his cock.

I stroked him off gently at first.  But it soon became clear that my hand
wasn't what Alex wanted.  His hand when to the back of my head and I found
myself sucking Alex's cock as he drove.  It was a little awkward trying to
get around the center consul of his truck, but he was persistent.  After I
got turned just right his cock slid easily into my mouth, but I could only
take it about half way.  Alex didn't seem to mind, I could feel him relax
as soon as his cock was in my mouth.

As I got started, I worked his cock with my mouth and tongue and really
enjoyed how it felt.  I would run my tongue across the head and play with
the piss slit.  I would wrap my tongue around the shaft and play with his
cock a little, just to see what kind of reaction I could get out of him.
But the reaction wasn't what I was hoping for.

Alex grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock as far into my mouth
as he could and barked at me to suck his cock and stop fucking around.
With this, I started to bob my head up and down on his cock.  This made
Alex happy.  I could tell because he stopped barking at me and I started to
smell his cigar smoke again.  He just wanted to get off I guess, he didn't
care about anything else.

Alex started to really push on the back of my head.  I knew if we weren't
in his truck he would be putting his cock into my throat and fucking my
face hard.  I guess I was lucky.  At least I wasn't being fucked like I was
last night.

After about 15 minutes I could feel Alex's cock begin to swell and his hand
started pushing on the back of my head again.  I knew Alex was getting
close to cuming so I did my best to finish him off.  I knew there was no
discussion or debate; I was going to be swallowing his load.

We were stopped at a light when he finally came.  His cum jetted into the
back of my throat and I tried to pull up but Alex's hand was holding me
down.  I wanted to gag but knew better.  I did my best swallowing the thick
streams of cum which seemed to go on forever.

When I finally picked my head up out of Alex's lap I could see there was a
trucker next to us enjoying the show.  I was so embarrassed.  I'm sure I
had cum dripping from the corners of my lips and from the look on that
truckers face there was no mistaking what he saw.

Alex pulled back into the parking lot where my car was parked and let me
out.  The trucker stopped across the street and started walking over to
Alex's truck as I got out.  Alex's window was already down since he was
smoking his cigar and when the trucker walked up to him I could imagine
what he wanted.

I heard Alex telling him that "His slut wasn't for sale, but if all he
wanted was to get off there were plenty of ho's in the bar."

I was confused and conflicted.  To Alex I was just a slut and cum dump.  He
had openly shared me with his friends, but when this trucker came up and
asked about me he told him no.

I felt myself smile a bit.  I might just be a cum dump to Alex, but I was
his cum dump.



All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations
and/or acts.