Date: Wed, 14 May 2008 15:30:30 -0300
From: Danny Young <danny__youngone@hotmail.com>
Subject: cum pig 8

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When I got back to my place Shannon wasn't alone. He was standing kissing
this other guy. It was more than kissing. Their mouths weren't exactly
joined so I could see each of them trying to swallow the other's tongue.
I'd never seen two guys kiss before. At least not personally, and it was
very erotic. Shannon's hands were all over the other guy's jeans-clad ass,
while the guy was holding Shannon's head as he fought for possession of his
mouth with his tongue.  When he sensed my presence, Shannon broke away from
the clench. I could see he and the other guy were hard, their cocks
straining through the denim. I was about to drop to the floor when Shannon
said, "Wanna fuck it?"  The guy looked at me and shrugged. "Ok", he said as
if he were accepting a couple of chips being offered to him from a bag.

"On the bar", Shannon said in my direction.

I looked puzzled.

"On your hands and knees on the bar! Get up there!"

I scurried up.

Shannon said to the guy he had been kissing, "Help your self."

Dylan the bartender wasn't so sure about the idea and said so.

"Relax Dylan. Just enjoy the show", Shannon said.

The other guy was on the bar by now and was pulling down my underwear.

"Fuck Shannon! Someone's been in his ass already. Bareback too!"

"Really?" Shannon was surprised. "Couldn't even take a piss without getting
fucked!  So you don't wanna?"

"Not really" the other guy said, getting off the bar.

"Then I'll fuck him" Shannon said, matter of factly.

He got up on the bar and scootched up behind me. He unzipped and for the
third time in 15 minutes I felt a hard cock at my rosebud. His cock slid
into me easily thanks to the cum dumped in me in those previous 2 washroom
fucks. He was soon buried to the hilt and it felt so right. Shannon must
have felt that way too because he let out a long, contented sigh as the
warmth of my ass canal coddled his cock.  He spread his knees a bit to
steady himself and got ready. Then he grabbed me by the hips and began to
withdraw.  Just then I thought he might be bigger than the 7.5 inches I
guestimated earlier.  He began to pump me and I felt his cock scratch an
inner itch deep inside me, an itch that had never been scratched before.
Suddenly, on one of his outstrokes he was gone.  .I was empty!  Then I saw
he was back on the floor. He was stripping.  It was the first time I'd seen
him naked and as I had suspected he was very buff. Not all steroidy, just
nice and toned. His muscles rippled subtly as he took off his shirt. Now he
was naked except for his white socks. And soon he was back on the bar and
back in my ass. Right to the pubes. I moaned. He began a nice slow fuck,
deep-dicking me so expertly that I started to purr. I turned my head toward
the bar mirror to see myself being fucked.  OMG it looked sooooo hot!.

A crowd had started to gather. It was hard to resist. There was this buff
dude they all seemed to know fucking a little sk8er boi on the bar, for
fuck's sake.  Things like this just don't happen in real life. Fuck, things
like this don't happen in porn!. The music had stopped and about 150 guys,
including Erskine the DJ watched in awed silence as Shannon pumped his cock
into me methodically.  I wasn't going to let him do all the work, so I
started to meet his fuck thrusts. I bucked back.  Shannon got the message
and stopped.  I began to fuck his cock with my ass. With all the time I
spent on sk8 boards I had great control over my hips and I was able to give
his cock a real work out. I watched myself in the mirror as I did it.

I heard a couple of guys say "holy fuck" and there was the sound of zippers
being opened.

Some guys dropped to the ground and started sucking the first cock they
saw. There was a nice selection, about 150 of them were either exposed or
being played with through denim and leather.

I fucked Shannon's cock for about 3 minutes when he decided to take over
again.  He held my hips firmly and began to fuck me with that same
deliberate beat. Jee-zuz it felt good. It was nothing like I had ever felt
before. My previous fucks had been rapes or semi-rapes or frenzied
fucks. This was different.  I was being fucked by a master of the
craft. That craft being boi- fucking. Some guy came right up and put his
nose just centimeters away from where Shannon and I were joined.  I could
feel his breath on my ass.


 Another guy who was also close said, "You're fucking him bare!"

Shannon looked down on him without missing a beat. "Yeah. And it feels
great!"

"Aren't you afraid you'll catch something?"

"You mean something I don't already have?"

I could hear people gasping in the crowd. The implications were enormous.

Shannon laughed.

Smack! He slapped my right cheek.

Smack! The left cheek.

Then he picked up the pace of his fuck. Someone put his hand on his ass and
pushed him into me.  It really didn't make any difference, but it looked
uber-hawt when I saw it in the bar mirror. Then I looked the other way,
into the crowd.  Cocks were being sucked with vigor and now, some asses
were being fucked. Right there on the floor!  Vials of poppers were being
opened adding to the smell of men and sex. It was intoxicating. I let
myself go loose as I was being fucked and at one point I think my tongue
was actually lolling out of my mouth Hardly anyone was solo now. Some 75
man-couples were writhing in a seething sea of sex. 75 cocks had found a
home in someone's mouth or ass. The moans were rising in a crescendo.  I
could hear "fuck yeah" and "take it bitch". And Shannon ratcheted it up one
more notch. He was a bit like the guy in Ben Hur with the hammers to guide
the strokes of the oarsmen.  He went to "ramming speed" and his strokes
pummeled my ass.  The others who were fucking mouth and ass seemed to
follow suit.  Grunts, moans and groans filled the air joining the sound of
skin slamming against skin.  The door to the bar opened and 5 guys froze in
their tracks paralyzed when they saw what was happening. They had stumbled
across the biggest orgy since Roman times except it was all man sex.

Suddenly Shannon cried out, "I'm gonna cum!"

A hush fell over the orgy. And it was exactly at that point that I noticed
Dylan the bartender.

"Oh my God, he's taping it!". I said softly. But apparently it was loud
enough for everyone to hear because that broke the cum damn.

The incredible hottness of being taped taking part in this already lava-hot
fuck fest put everyone over the brink.

Of course the 75 cocks didn't all shoot at once, but it was close. Shannon
stopped his fuck strokes and instead repeatedly pulled my ass onto his cock
which soon washed my insides with searing spooge. Oh God, it felt sooooo
good. . I started cumming and no one had touched my cock. It spasmed and
spewed cum all over the bar. It was then I decided that from now on I was
only going to cum if someone fucked it out of me.

The sound of all those guys cumming will live with me forever.  No one
expected anything like this to happen so the intensity of their orgasm was
multiplied. And they vocalized it.

Thirty seconds later it was over. For another 15 seconds there was the
sound of guys trying to catch their after-cum breath.  Then someone started
to clap. Then someone else. Soon all 150 people were clapping and whistling
and someone started to chant, "Shannon! Shannon!"  The whole crowd took up
the chant. Beer bottles were pounded on the bar and tables. Shannon pulled
out of my ass. He jumped from the bar, landing smoothly, like a gymnast,
took a bow, picked up his Red Stripe and toasted the crowd.

I was still on all fours on the bar. I looked down on him with something
approaching pride.

===============================================================================

Now I knew what Cory was, and what I now was: a toy for Shannon to play
with. Maybe more of a pet -- a pet boi.  And he literally came up with
games to play.

One night he brought me to the Tool Box and set up a game of what he called
"Cum Darts". My face was the dart board. The darts were cum shots.  Shannon
had me come out in a robe something like what boxers wear. Then he told me
to get on my knees on the dance floor making sure I didn't kneel on the
robe.

"Gentlemen welcome to the first annual Cum Darts Tournament at the Tool
Box!", he addressed the crowd. "This is the dart board over here", he waved
his arm in my direction. Then he proceeded to tell them how to play the
game.


Anyone who wanted would jack off, aiming at my face.  The object was to
land a spurt in my mouth, but "cumming" close counted for points too.  It
was 10 points for my mouth, 7 points for the tip of my nose, 5 points for
my chin,. 3 points for my cheeks, 2 points for my forehead and 1 point for
my hair.  There were about 150 people there again that night. The prize was
a night of free drinking the next time they came to the club, and at 6
dollars for a bottle of domestic beer, it was a pretty good incentive.

"And now, please remove your baseball caps, and hats, and if you're not
already, please stand for our National Anthem!"

 I couldn't believe it! They were going to play the fucken National Anthem
at a cum game?

"Just kidding!", Shannon laughed and the crowd laughed with him.

 Then he drew a line about 3 feet away from where I was kneeling.

Three guys said they were willing to give it a try. They approached the
line while the crowd cheered and applauded. Shannon had them draw straws to
see who would go first which was good thinking because being first had to
be hard.  Speaking of hard, the guy who "won" wasn't very because he was
nervous. Probably the booze wasn't helping either. It was about 1 in the
morning, so he had had time to quaff a few.  That was something Shannon
hadn't foreseen, but he quickly came up with an idea on the spot.

"OK, here's what we'll do. He'll suck you til you get hard, then you get
back to the line and finish the game".

The crowd loved that, but there was more. The guy approached my face and
unzipped. When his semi-hard cock was out, Shannon asked, "Ready?" the guy
nodded "yes" and Shannon whipped the robe off me and I was kneeling there
in just a thong.  The place erupted in cheers, cat calls, whistles and
shouts. The guy milked that by cupping my chin with one of hands and
tilting my head up. He looked at the crowd and they cheered even more. He
squeezed my cheeks forcing my mouth open and he put his cock in.  I started
sucking on it and he got hard right away.  Then he pulled out and beat my
face with it. He was playing to the crowd and they just loved it.

Then he stepped back and started jacking.

"Open you mouth!" Shannon ordered and I obeyed.

The guy took advantage of the build-up to his cum by assessing the
distance, aiming his cock a little higher and looking at my face. It didn't
take long for his jacking to get faster and for his breathing to increase.
The crowd sensed it and got quieter. A couple of "uh...  uhs" and he was
shooting 3 quick spurts of cum ... which immediately fell to the floor
about 2.5 feet short of the target.  The crowd booed him as the rest of his
jizz oozed out.  The guy turned bright red and tried to make himself
scarce.  All his bravado gone. I actually felt a little sorry for him as he
melted into the crowd. It wouldn't have surprised me if he left the bar and
never came back. I began to realize what a perverse game this was. You
absolutely had to shoot in my mouth or the crowd would jeer you.  But the
crowd loved it no matter what happened.  So the owners of the Tool Box got
free entertainment if no one won, and even if someone did, it was well
worth the few drinks they'd have to provide for a prize.

The second guy looked even maybe more nervous than the first.  So Shannon
said, "OK, all contestants get sucked before they start jacking". The crowd
cheered their approval.

And so I stared sucking the second guy.  He got into it after a while and
made exaggerated fucking motions with his hips and waved one of his arms in
the air as if he was bronco busting.  Then he pulled out, went to the line
and started jacking. He looked me straight in the eye as he did it. There
was a murmur in the crowd. His eyes continued to bore into me and then with
no warning, no grunt or grimace he shot. A thick wad of white torpedoed
through the air. The crowd reacted as if they were at a fireworks
display. Splat! It landed on my chin. The crowd went nuts. The other 2
strong spurts landed on my chest, and the rest of his cum trickled on to
his fist. He used that first to shake his cock in a victory salute to the
crowd which applauded.

"Gentlemen", Shannon said, "We have a game! Our next contestant has to beat
5 points!"

The third guy had been kneading his basket while the other 2 guys played
the game.  He approached my face, unzipped and thrust his hard cock in my
mouth. After sucking for about 30 seconds, I could sense something wasn't
right. Fuck! The guy was going to cum! I wasn't ready and when he let loose
a torrent of goo a nanosecond later , I choked on it. The guy had a warm
wet place for his spooging cock so he wasn't going anywhere until he was
done. The crowd wasn't sure what was happening at first, and then they saw
cum shoot out of my nose. They let loose with a thunderous chorus of boos.
The guy spasmed in my mouth one last time, pulled out and was gone. That
made 2 guys who would have to find another place to drin from now on. They
sure couldn't come back to The Tool Box. . I was teary eyed as I tried to
catch my breath, the cum still trickling out of my nose.

"Gentlemen, that brings us to the first intermission", Shannon said .

As I staggered to my feet, the music started. Shannon was talking with the
second contestant, the one with 5 points, and didn't notice or didn't care
as I headed for the washroom to clean up.

I saw myself in the mirror. I glanced over at the urinal where I had been
fucked like... like a what? Like a pig? Yes. Like some cum starved animal?
Yes.

 I looked at my cum streaked face

Then I cleaned the cum that had shot from my nose because that was kinda
gross. But I tried not to disturb the cum on my chin.  That was different.

Then I walked back into the bar, my head held a little higher now.

I was 17 years old. And I was a cum pig.

I felt like Popeye: I yam what I yam

Bring it.


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