Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2008 16:26:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: R <megadinero@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Night of a Thousand Loads"  by RONNIE ANDREWS

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With You...


Night of a Thousand Loads
by Ronnie Andrews


Every day, every night. It is always the same. It has
been this way for several years, but I have lost track
of time. I usually have no idea if it's night or day.
I am a marine and was captured during a reconnaissance
mission about three years ago. I was on my third tour
of duty in Afghanistan. Two other marines were with
me, but we were spread out over a two hundred yard
area.

In the dark, I accidentally slipped down into a ravine
right to the feet of about twenty guys all armed to
the teeth with weapons. During my fall, my weapon
slipped away so all I could do was lay there,
completely vulnerable to twenty guys. I thought they
would immediately kill me. I overheard on my belt
radio my buddies saying they were headed back to camp.
I obviously couldn't respond and they couldn't hear or
see me. They had no idea I was completely at the mercy
of the enemy.

Two of men in their group immediately got a rope and
tied my arms behind my back. Another guy tied a gag in
my mouth so I couldn't call out and give away their
position to my buddies. The next thing I felt was
being pushed to the ground on my knees.  I was
terrified of what they would do to me, so I just knelt
there motionless for hours. I heard them talking
thirty feet away, but I had no idea what they were
saying or what they were going to do with me. Of
course, when you are in a situation like this you
expect the worst, but I still tried to think I might
survive. I knew because they didn't immediately stab
me with a knife that they would probably keep me alive
for at least awhile, to be used in a trade for a
prisoner exchange or for cash.

It's well known among the troops that if you ever get
caught the military spent millions of dollars to buy
you back. This is an underground policy only those in
the military and high in government know. I imagined
that a third of the so-called 'terrorists' were really
just opportunists who saw an easy way to make money, a
lot of money. The average Afgan family only makes
about $150 a year, so the one million dollars they can
make with one kidnapping is a great temptation among
usually honest Afgans. If you and your family were
starving and barely living from day to day you would
probably go into the 'business' of selling humans for
cash too, maybe not.

They had me now, but I didn't know which group had me,
opportunists or terrorists. Just before dawn I was
abruptly pulled to my feet and motioned to walk
through a small passageway from the rock fortress we
spent the night in. We all walked in single file on a
small trail carved out of the mountainside. Although
it was pitch black they seemed to know exactly where
to walk. Only the soft light from the stars made it
possible to see an occasional figure, or a the side of
the trail.

Just before the first light appeared I was pulled into
a small hole. I had to duck my head because the hole
was only about three feet around. But inside it was
huge. There were hundreds of people, mostly men, but
some women. Torches lined at least a dozen caves deep
into the rock going in many different directions. It
was an underground city. It looked almost like a city
at night at home, but with torches instead of lights.
Hundreds of cots made from woven grasses and supported
with large branches lined the walls of each cave.  As
I was being led by this suberrarien fortress I looked
to my right and then to my left. Mens were laying on
cots on each side of the cave. Some guys were
obviously fucking their women on other cots. There was
no such thing as privacy in this cave. Everything was
done in full view of everyone else. I imagined myself
back thousands of years when early man did the same
thing. No one cared if couples were fucking, pissing,
or doing anything. Everything was natural then. Simple
days, before societies swept through the world
imposing the will of the few on the many.

This society is supposedly completely closed to the
outside world, yet if you are one of them, everything
is completely open. Most wore almost no clothes. I
noticed as soon as someone would enter the outer cave
they would start taking their clothes off. As I
continued to be led through to a deeper part of the
cave guys on both sides were on their knees sucking
other guys' cocks.  I was taught they were a very
prudish people, but I had been told what my country
wanted me to believe. This new world was completely
different and seemed so free, at least of clothing and
inhibitions.

Toward the end of the cave I was told to through
another small opening. I complied, and when I went
through it I was in awe. It was huge. The 'roof' was
covered with bright white stalactites and the 'floor'
was covered in amber stagmites. On one side of the
massive cavern was a stream. The lights from the
torches reflected off of the crystal clear water & the
bright white ceiling and it looked beautiful.

One of the guys guarding me pointed to the water, and
then moved his hand over his arm like a washing
motion. He was actually telling me to clean up if I
wanted. I jumped toward the water and lowered my mouth
to it. I was dying of thirst from sweating because of
the nervousness and the long march to get to the
caves. I took off my shirt and washed it out. Then I
took off my pants and did the same. A captor pointed
to my white briefs and then pointed to the water. I
took off my underpants and washed them too. When I was
through they motioned for me to put all of my clothes
over a rope to dry.

I got completely in the water and it felt so good. It
was cold, but very refreshing. When I finally got out
one guy gave me a clean cloth to dry off with. They
then led me to a darker place in the cavern lit only
with one torch. When my eyes got used to the dimmer
light, I quickly realized what would be in store for
me. Around the edge were at least 150 guys, all of
them naked. The sounds in the cavern were the
unmistakable sounds of hands sliding over hard cocks.
The entire cavern was filled with the overpowering,
yet erotic musky scent of males. Because of the
overwhelming musky man scent combined with the scent
of semen my lungs quickly became filled with their
male essence.

Many of the men pointed to the center of the cavern
and told me to kneel on the ground. Once I knelt,
every guy increased the speed they stroked their
cocks.  As I turned my head guys were jacking on their
cocks from every direction. The sounds of men sliding
their hands over their cock shafts was one I have
heard hundreds of times before. It's the sound I have
heard growing up in the bedroom I shared with my two
brothers, to the large boarding rooms at summer camp
where guys would jack on their cocks in the middle of
the night, to my marine barracks at night. Guys
everywhere, of every color or stripe, jack off their
cocks. It's in our nature. We are males. We are driven
to jack off our cocks and spew out semen out
everywhere and as often as possible. It's not just a
way to pleasure ourselves, it's a beautiful compulsion
we have throughout life.

This place was no different. The guy guarding me
motioned for me to jack on my cock, so I did. My hand
slid over my cock and I started sliding my palm over
my shaft back and forth. When I got rock hard all of
the guys started to grunt in a strange, but erotic
way. They loved that I was jacking off with them. At
least on that level we were all one, all doing what
all men have done since time began. And being in this
cave with at least a 150 guys seemed like it was the
beginning of time.

Slowly the circle of guys around me began to shrink.
Then one by one, a stroking guy would present his cock
right in front of my face and cry out. His semen would
spray out all over my face, neck and chest. When he
got through shooting another guy came to me and spewed
out his sperm all over me. Then another, and another.
I knelt there fascinated, because I was enjoying the
attention of man after man spewing out his cum all
over my face and body. Half of the men would motion
for me to open my mouth and stretch out my tongue. I
eagerly complied and as if it was the most natural act
in the world, I opened my mouth and stretched out my
tongue to receive their juice. One, two, three final
jacks on the cock in front of me and out spewed rope
after rope of hot, thick sperm all over my lips,
tongue and mouth. When the final cum would ooze out of
his cockhead, the guy would run his cockhead on my
tongue so the last of his cum would be wiped off into
my mouth. I eagerly swallowed every drop of his cum.

I didn't realize it but as one guy left this part of
the cavern another guy entered. One by one they
ejaculated their semen on my body, face and open
mouth. Almost all of them wanted to shoot in my mouth.
Yes, they are typical men. Typical men all love to cum
in a waiting mouth more than in a pussy or an ass.
Being with these unknown men made me realize all men
are the same. They have the same needs and lusts.

The sounds of men grunting and crying out combined
with their echoes throughout the cavern made the
moment even more surreal. It sounded as if every man
on earth was crying out in pleasure at the same time.
Every few moments another man stood before me spraying
my face with blasts of his hot, thick cum. I resigned
my fate a long time ago, knowing that any objection
from me would lead to drastic consequences. So I
stayed kneeling and being coated with the cum from
hundreds and hundreds of men.

To them, it was like a ritual. I imagined all their
captives were treated the same way. Like most men, I
had fantasies about being with another man sexually,
but never really acted out on it. But as I was being
constantly sprayed with hot male juices I remembered
the first time I played with another guy.

Randy and I were both good friends as seniors in high
school. Randy invited me over to his house one day to
play guitars together. To inspire us he always offered
me pot to smoke. I had it a couple of times before and
I told him "sure". He could sing and I could play lead
guitar while he played rhythm. After playing for
awhile, and because the pot was making me very horny,
I started to look at Randy's crotch. I could tell he
had a large cock by his bulge and that only created
more fantasies of being with him.

Later, we put our guitars down and he put a porn movie
in his video player. It wasn't long till we were both
fishing our cocks out of our pants and stroking them.
We both watched each other as we sat next to each
other on the couch. Randy got up still stroking his
cock and sat on the coffee table in front of me. We
were knee to knee and I could see him stroking his
cock as I was stroking mine. Just looking at Randy
playing with his cock was so exciting. I never knew
just watching another guy pleasuring himself could be
so erotic and stimulating.

Soon we both started to moan at the same time as huge
gobs of hot semen was sprayed into the air. Our cum
mixed as it went at least two feet up and then fell
back down to our legs. I never knew anything could be
more exciting than to watch as our cocks climaxed
together and our semen joined in midair before falling
down on top of us. Randy looked at me with that same
glazed look in his eyes that I had. We didn't say a
word to each other. No words needed to be said. We
spoke to the other in the most primal way men can. Our
passions became 'one' for that moment and I dreamed of
having so many more with Randy.

During our entire senior year Randy would invite me
over and we would jack off in front of each other
while watching porn. We almost did it every day until
he graduated and moved away. It was so hard to see him
go. I felt so bad that I told him I wanted to see him
just one more time. He told me he only had an hour so
I told him I would come by, pick him up, and go get a
burger and talk. I picked him up and we immediately
started talking about how much we would miss each
other.

There was a small wooded park on the way to the
restaurant, so without saying a word, I pulled over
and stopped the car. I looked over to Randy's sad eyes
and then leaned toward him. I closed my eyes and
kissed him on the lips for the first time. Our tongues
played their ritual of passion as our hands groped for
the other's crotch. We unbuttoned each other's jeans
and slid them off. As we continued to kiss our hands
were all over the other's balls and cock. We
rearrianged ourselves into a perfect 69. I thought
"What am I doing, what is Randy doing?" Soon our
tongues were lapping at each other's crotches, tasting
the beautiful flavor only a man can give you, and
getting lost in his delicious scent.

Our heads soon began bobbing on each other's cocks
until we released our hot seed into our mouths. Both
of us were so eager to take as much of the other's cum
as possible. Would we see each other again? I wanted
this magical moment to last forever. We stayed laying
in a 69 long after our orgasms and bathed in the
afterglow of man-man sex. After an hour I took Randy
home and we never saw each other again.  But I'm sure
his memories of me is etched into his mind and heart
as much as my memories of him.

My experiences with Randy led to a lot of very erotic
thoughts of being with other guys as I grew older, but
because I usually had a girlfriend or a wife, I never
acted on any of my hidden fantasies other than with
Randy.

But here. Now. At this moment I was completely at the
mercy of a seemingly endless number of horny men all
wanting to bathe me with their sperm.

My mind flipped between memories of being with Randy
and of the present where I was being sprayed with load
after load of cum. I was enjoying knowing I was
bringing so much pleasure to so many men. I loved all
of the difference scents and tastes of so many men's
semen. Each guy's semen was different in some small,
almost imperceptible way, but they all had the
unmistakable male scent that filled all my senses and
drove me wild with passion. I began to long for the
next guy to spew his seed on me and in me. I knew I
was experiencing one of the most erotic and sexual
experiences of my life. I didn't feel like a prisoner.
I felt like a king, being fed by my subjects.

I even had thoughts I never wanted to be rescued. But
why should I? They treated me very well. Fed me,
bathed me, and treated me as a special gift to be
treasured. I felt as it was all of them who were the
true gifts, and I was the fortunate recipient. Oh how
I loved to receive their semen.

Every night was the same. Hundreds and hundreds of
guys would cover my entire body with their semen. I
gulped down gallons of their precious fluids and
lusted for more. My thoughts kept going back to the
first guy in the cave who shot his sperm into my
mouth. I remembered how much I loved the feeling of
his hot, divine juice being sprayed onto my tongue
face. I remembered how much I loved letting his sperm
slide down my throat into my inner being, filling me
with a feeling I never wanted to lose. It reminded me
of my last special time with Randy, and I wanted more,
much more.

Night after night, I was treated like a special guest,
a person of great importance. I didn't consider myself
a prisoner, a captive, or being used for other's
sexual gratification. I only thought of how beautiful
I was being treated and how much I longed for each
night when they would all gather around me to bless me
with their holy seed.

Over the next three years I must have consumed
hundreds of gallons of semen from the most virile of
men. I never questioned any of my 'captors'. I never
complained. After each long cum-bathing session many
of the guys could come to me and lick my body from
head to toe, bathing me, and cleaning off every drop
of sperm.

One night I had twelve guys all naked on their knees
surrounding me lapping at my body as if it was the
most delicious plate of food they had ever eaten. I
loved the feeling of their warm tongues licking over
my entire body. I loved knowing how much they were
loving the taste of so many men's cum.

I laid on my back and let them completely clean me. As
soon as the last drop of cum was lapped off of my body
they would always focus their attention on my cock,
which was always rock hard from the stimulation they
gave me. One by one, each of them would take turns
sucking on my cock and balls.

Sometimes it seemed as if there was a competition
among themselves to see who got to be the one to
stimulate me to orgasm. It seemed to be an honor to be
the first man to take the first spurt of semen from my
cock. They all sensed when that magical moment would
come. All of their mouths got closer and closer to my
cockhead. As soon as the first spurt of my semen
spurted out a hungry mouth was there to receive it.
Once his tongue was bathed with his prize his mouth
withdrew and the next mouth was blessed with my second
spurt of semen.  One by one, mouth by mouth, my semen
would be ejaculated up from my balls and from that
heavenly container that holds all of the life giving
fluid of man, into another man.

I always loved cumming for my men. I loved that moment
they would all become worshippers of cock as they
competed for each string of my holy sperm. Because of
how much they loved my cum I wished I could cum
forever satisfying every man's thirst in the cavern. I
wanted to please them all.

Sometimes I had ten, twelve or fifteen guys all with
their mouths licking and lapping at my cock to get as
much of my spurting semen as possible. I felt as if I
was in a dream world. I knew that I would never
experience such a divine pleasure as I experience with
these men if I was ever forced to leave.

As my orgasm slowed the last man sucking on my cock
would be allowed by the others to continue to hold his
mouth on my hard cock so he could take the very last
drops of my cum into his mouth. This last man always
suckled on my cock until it went soft and then he
rested his head on my stomach, just holding the spongy
head of my cock in his lips. For at least an hour
after my orgasm he would lay next to me lapping at my
cockhead with his tongue to make sure he got the very
last drop of my cum. To make sure, he would always use
his hand, griping my shaft firmly and then slide it up
my cock to cause the last drops of ooze from my
cockhead and out the cumslit. As he tasted the last of
my seed he would moan so beautifully.

I learned from all the times I have been with these
men that a 'moan' from a man is the same no matter
where a man is in the world. Moaning is a universal
'language' and I learned from these men how beautiful
their moans were. I loved feeling so appreciated other
men.

After being sucked off and drained, the same men who
lapped up ever drop of my cum helped me to my feet and
led me to the crystal clear water flowing through the
cave. They all helped lead me into the water and then
bathe me. They used soap and lathered me up. I felt
like I was a king, and in many ways, I was. Where else
on earth could a man be so completely worshipped by
such a large number of men?

The water was cold, but the heat from all the hot male
hands all over me made the contrast seem even more
wonderful. They bathed every inch of me, especially my
balls, cock and ass. They always seemed fascinated
with bathing my ass. Their soapy fingers easily glided
all over my butt crack tantalizing my ass with light
sensual probings. Ultimately, they would begin to
slide their fingers up inside of my ass. They were
experts at pleasuring my manly cavity. Their probes
went deeper and deeper until I almost felt as if they
were sticking their arms up inside of me. I know that
after many baths with them my ass became conditioned
and it would instantly became loose to allow them as
much deep access as they wanted. They would all take
turns slipping their entire hands into my ass and
using their fingers to massage my prostate.

They knew exactly what they were doing. Every time
their hands slivered up inside of my ass my cock would
respond immediately. As soon as it got rock hard one
of their mouths would be on it sucking, while a hand
was in my ass. The stimulation was overpowering and
when my ass and cock were being subjected to so much
divine pleasure I would soon shoot a load of my thick
semen into a hot, hungry mouth. It seemed as if my
men's appetite for semen was as strong as mine. As my
sperm began spraying from my cocktip, the speed and
intensity of the man sucking me increased. As my semen
covered his tongue it put him in a state of pure
sexual delight, and I was always so willing to give
each of my men every drop of sperm I had. I wished I
could cum for hours or days at a time, a continuous
flow of sperm, my male liquid spurting into the mouths
of man after man worshipping my cock.

One day, several leaders of the group came to me and
told me they were offered several million dollars to
release me. They said they would free me as soon as
they received the money. My heart fell to my feet. I
had often dreamed of this moment, but now that it was
here, my only thoughts were of staying and living what
I considered to be paradise.

When I was finally able to speak I told them I didn't
want to go. I told them I wanted to stay and be a part
of their lives. I told them I couldn't go back now
after experiencing total bliss and joy. I knew the
large amount of money would mean so much to them but I
wasn't ready to leave. I wondered if I would ever be
ready to leave. I became overcome with sadness and
tears flowed from my eyes.

The leaders backed away from me and began talking. I
couldn't hear what they were saying, but I thought
they were just working out the details of my exchange
for money. Then they came back to me, and one of them
said "Ok, you can stay, stay for as long as you want".
At first I couldn't believe what I had just been told.
I thought they were misunderstanding my language. But
then they told me again I could stay. Several guys,
knowing how emotional I was, all came to me and
started to hug me. I knew I had a chance to leave, but
every cell in my body cried out to stay. I told them
all "Thank you so much!" Without saying another word
all the men hugging me started to kiss my body, and
two were on their knees sucking my cock.

From that moment forward, I had officially become part
of their tribe. I felt so complete and I couldn't wait
for the night to come when I would resume my normal
routine on my knees sucking on a thousand cocks a
night.


Copyright 2008, Ronnie Andrews, All Rights Reserved


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