Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2015 13:30:01 -0700
From: Chad <azcumslut404@gmail.com>
Subject: THE CONFERENCE - A CHAD ADVENTURE (PART 3 OF 3)

THE CONFERENCE – A CHAD ADVENTURE (PART 3 of 3)
By Chad
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Even though I reeked of sex and I could feel the wetness of the cum on the
seat of my pants, I went to the front desk and asked for a 6 am wake up
call.  I would get much less sleep than is my usual but I wanted to make
sure I was ready for the run with Matt at 6:30.  I knew the way that the
front desk guy looked at me, he knew what I had just done.

When I got to my room, I peeled off my clothes, I hadn't noticed, but some
of my own cum had landed on my jeans and was already dry and crusty.  I
jumped in the shower, even I had started to get offended by my smell, and
let the hot water soothe my body.  While I was drying off, I noticed that
my lips and the skin around them looked raw, the results of the man's, who
shoved his tongue down my throat, unshaven face.  I put some lip balm on
before climbing into bed.

When the phone rang at 6:00 am, I forced myself into consciousness and
picked up the receiver.  A cheery recorded voice told me it was 6 am and to
have a wonderful day.  I called the desk and asked for a 7:30 wakeup call.
A little extra sleep trumped playing with Matt's cock again.  Sometimes
even us cum sluts need to rest.

When the phone rang again at 7:30, I answered and made myself get out of
bed.  Since I had showered before I went to bed, I decided I would just
shave so that I could make the first session of the day at 8:00.  My lips
still looked raw and I had bags under my eyes, so I put on some concealer.
With a little product I could make my bed head look something close to how
I like to wear it.  I wore the blue blazer and the slacks I had worn on
Monday but chose a different color shirt and tie.

I made it to the area of the convention center where our sessions were
taking place with only minutes to spare.  Both the 8:00 and 9:00 sessions
were good and I learned some new techniques on how to conduct an effective
interview and when HR departments use Social Media as a sort of background
check, it can come back to haunt you if you don't inform candidates that
you will be doing so.

The 10:00 break was in the exhibition hall again, since I felt so guilty
about not meeting Blake for the run, I avoided the area where his booth was
located.  Since I wasn't that interested in spending more time in the
vendor area, I went back to my room to get my laptop, I thought I could get
some work done before the next session.  Instead of staying in my room, I
went down to the lobby and got a cup of coffee and sat in the lobby.

An area of the lobby was roped off and some sort of maintenance was going
on.  There were two guys working.  I stopped reading and responding to
emails and watched.  One of the guys was not much taller than me and was
maybe a few pounds heavier but it looked to be muscle based on the size of
his biceps.  The short sleeves of the beige work shirt he was wearing
looked like they were strangling his arm.  He had light brown hair and what
looked to be brown eyes and looked to be in his mid-thirties.  The other
guy was maybe 6'1" or 6'2", and had to weight maybe 220, which also looked
to be muscle weight.  This guy had dark hair, it was neither black nor
brown, but a mix of both.  I guessed his age to be mid-forties, I'm not
sure why but he just seem to be the one in charge, telling the other one
what to do, while doing very little himself.  His chest was so broad that
he had several buttons at the top of his shirt open.  I wondered if they
were workout buddies and pictured them at the gym in revealing workout
gear.  Both men had tool belts that were riding low on their hips over
their brown work pants giving them an even sexier look.

I must have been staring and the bigger man turned toward me and caught me
looking.  I put my head down and looked at my laptop again but it wasn't
long before I was staring again and I got caught again.  The bigger guy
said something to the smaller man and they both looked at me.

It was getting close to the 11:00 sessions, so I closed my laptop and
headed to the hallway that led to the convention center.  I had to pass the
two maintenance men, and as I did, the bigger one made sure I saw him grab
his crotch and gave me a sneer and then laughed.  He turned back to his
work.

The last sessions of the conference ended just before 3:00.  The rest of
the afternoon were committee meetings and other organizational happenings.
There was nothing I needed to be at until the closing reception at 7:00 so
I went back to my room.  When I opened the door, I noticed two things, the
room hadn't been made up yet and that it was hotter than hell.  When I put
my hand up to the vent, it was blowing hot air.  I took off my blazer so it
didn't get sweaty and hung it up.  I loosened my tie and rolled up my
sleeves and then picked up the phone.  I called the front desk and told
them about the AC problem as well as the unmade up room.  I was told
someone from maintenance and someone from housekeeping would be up shortly.

I don't know why I didn't have the presence of mind to go hang out in the
lobby, but I didn't.  Instead I took off my shirt, tie and pants and put on
my running shorts while I waited.  I was sitting at the small table in my
room and had pulled out my personal tablet.  I was bored, so I pulled up
one of the porn sites that I visit occasionally.  At the same time I heard
the knock, the door opened and someone called out `maintenance', and in
walked three men.  Thought it was a little overkill, but, whatever.  I
realized that two of the guys were the same men I had seen working in the
lobby.  The third guy was younger, about my height, thin with a shock of
red hair and freckles.

The big guy came over to my side of the room since the thermostat was on
the wall next to the window.  He gave me another sneer when he moved passed
me and I'm sure he bumped me on purpose.  He fiddled around with the
thermostat.  "Fucking thing is broken, we're going to have to replace it."
Turning to me, "You're the guy from the lobby that kept staring at me."  He
turned around so that he was facing the other two men.  "Finn, go back to
the maintenance shop and get a new thermostat."  With great sarcasm he
added, "This `guest' must have broken it."  Finn left my room and the big
guy said to the other guy from the lobby, "He probably didn't know how to
work it, it's so hard, on or off, cool or hot, and slide the temperature
button."

The other guy responded, "Mike, watch it, you're already on probation for
the way you speak to guests."

"Fuck that shit Paddy, this pretty boy is making us miss the end of the Sox
game.  Do you know how long it took me score those tickets for us?  Fucking
supervisor wouldn't let us take the afternoon off and now we ain't going to
even get to the game at all, and it's his fault.  We could be sitting in
the stands and having a beer, but no, we're forced to take overtime to fix
something that his asshole broke."

"You don't know that Mike."

"It didn't break on its own, and by the way the room looks, he didn't just
check in.  The fag broke it."

"Mike!"

"What?  That I called him a fag?  You should see what he's watching over
here.  A guy on his knees, sucking not one, but two, cocks.  A straight
dude doesn't watch that shit."  Paddy came over to where we were and looked
at the screen just before I turned the tablet off.  "Ya saw it, right?
Queer, queer, queer.  Shit man, take a look at the bed, it's all messed up,
he probably just had some guy up here and now he wants to cool down."
Paddy didn't say anything.

I finally spoke up, "Maybe the two of you should wait outside until the
other guy gets back with the part."

"Why?  Are you going to report me?  I don't give a flying fuck.  I'm sick
of this place.  Let them fire me, I can draw unemployment for a while and
won't have to pay my bitch of a former wife as much alimony."

"Mike!"

"Shut the fuck up Paddy, if they don't fire me, I'll just quit.  I'm sick
of our boss, I'm sick of the General Manager, and I'm sick of fucking
guests."  He laughed, "Even though I ain't never actually fucked a guest."
Mike turned back to me, "Would you like that boy?  How `bout if I fuck you?
Give me a big sendoff before I walk out of this place for good."

"Mike!  Come on man, cool down, you don't mean what you're saying.  Let's
just go tell the boss that we couldn't get if fixed.  They'll move this guy
to a new room.  We can clock out and try to get to the end of the game or
just go get a beer at O'Malley's."

Mike didn't even acknowledge what Paddy had said, he just stepped closer to
me as he unzipped his work pants.  "You ever been fucked by a man faggot?"
He pulled out a good sized dick from his pants.  "You ever had something
like this up your ass?"  He was waving it at my face.

"Come on Mike, let's get out of here."

Mike spun his head toward Paddy and caught Paddy staring at the dick in his
hand, "I fucking knew it, you're a god damn fag too.  Always hanging around
with me, trying to get me to go have beers with ya all the time, never had
a girlfriend that I know about.  You've been wanting to swing on this too.
Get your ass over here."

I had watch this all unfold.  I could have gotten up, I could have left or
I could have called the desk or hotel security, but no.  Once I saw Mike
swinging his cock, my inner cum slut went into overdrive, and I watched how
his cock started to grow as he was yelling at Paddy.  I grabbed Mike's
dick.  His head spun back to me, "What the...?"

"You asked me if I wanted it", and I pulled it toward my mouth.  If this
asshole wanted to fuck me, it was going to be on my terms, not his.  Mike
tried to pull back but I had a strong grip on his cock.

"I was just talking, I ain't no fag."

"If you mean having your cock in another man's mouth, you are now."  I put
my lips around his big head.  He was bigger and stronger than me, if he
really didn't want me to suck his dick, he could have easily gotten away.
As I took more of his dick into my mouth, I used my free hand to play with
his heavy balls.  Paddy had moved closer and stood mesmerized rubbing the
growing bulge in his work pants.  I kept taking more and more of Mike's
cock between my lips and rubbed my tongue aggressively on its underside.  I
raised my eyes and saw that Mike was just staring down at me or maybe he
was just staring at his dick that kept going deeper into my mouth.

If I was going to be Mike's initiation to having his cock sucked by a
faggot, I wasn't just going to let him stand still while I did the work, he
was going to be a participant.  When I had most of his dick in my mouth, I
took both of my hands and brought them around to his ass.  He sort of
jumped when I touched it but then calmed down.  I slid my mouth back a bit
and then pulled his ass toward me, causing his dick to slide deeper in my
mouth.  I did this a few times until he got the idea and soon he was moving
his hips.  I then grabbed both of his hands and brought them to my head.
When I had, I stopped bobbing my head and just stayed still while he rocked
his hips, now he was fucking my face.  It wasn't long before he started
pulling my head on to his cock as he pumped.  I think I had released his
inner feeder and soon I was going to find out if I could release his inner
breeder.

I waved Paddy over while Mike continued to ram away at my mouth and throat.
Through hand signals, I got Paddy to kneel close to us.  When he had, I
grabbed the base of Mike's dick as I struggled to pull my head out of his
grip.  He seemed disappointed when I pulled him out of my mouth.  The
disappointment didn't last long as I turned his cock toward Paddy.  Now
Paddy may have never told Mike that he liked cock and probably never told
Mike that he had, what he thought, was gay crush on a straight man, but now
he had his chance.  Paddy opened his mouth and began working Mike's dick
like a pro.  Mike was using some of the techniques I had shown him and soon
he was taking control and having Paddy do what he wanted.  Mike started to
get verbal, saying things to Paddy like "you like my big cock, don't you",
"Yeah, suck it" and "gag on it bitch".  Mike was really getting in to it.

When Mike was getting ready to cum, he didn't ask Paddy if he wanted it, he
must have just let it fly and Paddy greedily swallowed all of it, because
none leaked from the corner of his mouth.  As Mike pulled his still hard
dick from Paddy's mouth, Paddy made sure to lick it clean while Mike
watched.  When Paddy had finished he said, "I've waited a long time for
that and now I want you to fuck me."

Paddy stood up and removed his tool belt, work pants and underwear and
leaned over the bed, raising his ass as he did.  Mike stood there, unsure
what to do.  I unfastened Mike's tool belt and opened his pants.  Since he
zipper was down it was easy to pull his pants and his underwear down.  Mike
still stood frozen.

I spoke up, "Mike, you've come this far."  I grabbed Mike's still rigid
pole and guided him to Paddy's waiting hole.  "Push".  Mike tentatively
pushed but nothing happened.  "Come on man, push."  I put my hands on
Mike's ass and helped until the head of his cock entered Paddy.  I told
Mike to grab Paddy's hips and pull.  Paddy seemed well versed in getting
fucked so it didn't take him long to push back to help Mike.  Pretty soon
Mike was balls deep in his friend.

Now it was Paddy's turn to talk, "Come on, Mike fuck me.  Fuck me hard.
Make me feel you use my ass."  My work was done.  While I watched Mike pile
drive Paddy, I realized that I felt cheated.  I didn't get anything from
Mike and now I was hungry.

It was at that point that Finn came back in the room and when he saw what
was going on, froze.  I got up from the chair and went to where Finn stood
like a statue.  I got down on my knees and slid his zipper down.  I reached
into his pants and pulled out his flaccid cock.  I started to stroke it and
was amazed as it grew to see that it had freckles, just like his face.  He
didn't say anything as I started to lick his cock as it began to grow.  I
sucked it into my mouth and pretty soon it was hard and touching the back
of my throat.  Just like Mike, I think this may have been Finn's first
blowjob from a guy, if not his first blowjob ever.  And just like Mike I
had to train him on what to do when he's feeding a guy his dick.

All of us were so into what we were doing we didn't notice that a
housekeeper came into the room until she said something as she too, stood
in place watching what was going on.  We were all too far gone to stop.
Pretty soon, my mouth filled with a load from Finn.  From the sound of
things, I guessed that Mike was giving Paddy his second load of the
afternoon.

When I pulled my mouth off of Finn's dick and made sure to get the last
drop from his tip, I turned my attention to the housekeeper, "Just leave me
fresh towels and linens."  She placed it all on the dresser and left
quickly.

When everyone was done, and our breathing had returned to normal, the three
men got their clothes back in place.  Mike replaced the thermostat and cool
air started coming from the vent.  As they were leaving my room, Mike
turned back to me as if to say something, but I guess he didn't know what.
Instead, I said, "You guys should go get that beer you mentioned, I think
you've got stuff to talk about."  The door closed as they left.  While I
waited for the room to cool, I changed the linen on the bed since Paddy had
left a souvenir.

Once the room was cool, I took a shower and wrapped myself in one the
bathrobes that was provided in the room.  I made the decision not to go to
the closing event, it wasn't like it was anything important.  I also
decided that I didn't want to go down to one of the restaurants or bars in
the hotel for dinner.  I knew that I was going to go out later, to that
other place the bartender had told me about, the Bijou.  My flight back to
Phoenix the next day wasn't until 2 PM, so I planned to stay out late, the
afternoon had made me horny I was going to scratch the itch.

I decided on room service but didn't order anything too heavy, just a cup
of soup and a Caesar salad with grilled chicken.  I was fantasizing that
the hotel staff member that would be bringing the food it to my room would
be some hot guy who wanted to feed me something else.  My fantasy was
crushed when I opened the door while still in the robe, which of course I
had loosened, and it was a perky young woman, who was very nice, but didn't
have what I needed.

After I ate, I turned on the TV and watched several repeat episodes of
"True Blood", a new show that was on HBO, that they were running back to
back.  I had already seen them but I couldn't resist feasting my eyes on
Alexander Skarsgard and Ryan Kwanten, I got hornier just watching them.

It was just past 10 pm when I decided it was time to head out.  I put on
the same jeans I had worn the previous night, the ones that were thread
bare in several places and had a rip under the right, back pocket.  The cum
stains had turned crusty but I didn't mind that they were noticeable.  I
put on the last of the tank tops I had brought with me.  It was just some
strings over my shoulders holding up a piece of material that fell just
below my pecs.  I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I had the look
that I was going for, the one that screams "Give me your cock", and it did,
after I mussed up my hair.  I grabbed the card key for my room, my driver's
license and some cash and left my room.

I got the usual stares that I get when I'm in my "going out" clothes when I
hit the lobby, but I didn't care, in fact, I liked the attention.  Since I
had some time, instead of a cab, I was going to find out if I could get to
the Bijou on the famous train and subway system.  In several months,
Phoenix was going to have a light rail system but from what I've been told
it was nothing compared to what Chicago had.  I went up to the Bell Desk
and asked directions, after taking in my outfit, he asked where I was
going, I told him a place called the Bijou on Wells.  He pulled it up on
his computer and asked if I was sure.  I said I was and he gave me another
look.  He said the best way would be to take a taxi and I told him I wanted
to try the trains.  He explained to me that I would have to take, what he
referred to, as a Metra train downtown; walk a couple of blocks and get on
the Red Line subway on State Street; get off a Clark and Division and then
walk several blocks.  He pulled out a map and marked all the places he had
mentioned, even marking the Bijou.

"Sir, are you sure about this?  It's already dark and where you're going
you might pass through some sketchy areas.  Um, especially the way that
you're, um, dressed."

"I'll be fine, thanks."  Off I went, I didn't have to wait too long for the
train.  It was sort of cool, it was a double decker.  There weren't many
people in the car I boarded and the trip itself took less than 5 minutes.
The station were we stopped was underground and I had to walk through the
station and up the stairs to get to street level.  All sorts of people were
around that were so diverse, so much different than what I was used to in
Phoenix.  I walked the several blocks to the subway station.  When I went
down the stairs, paid my fare and got to the platform, I got what the
Bellman was saying.  The subway station smelled and no one seemed to be
interacting with anyone, just standing and waiting.  When the train came it
was much different that the train I had been on.  There were more people
but the seats were uncomfortable.  I took one of the seats that was along
the side of the train so you were looking at the people across from you.
One guy, who looked like he maybe had just gotten off of work based on his
clothing, kept looking at me.  He spread his legs and made sure I could see
the bulge he was showing.  He rearranged himself a few times while grinning
at me.  Tempted though I was, the man was relatively hot in that trade kind
of way, I was on a mission, to find out what the Bijou was, especially
based on what the bartender had told me the day before, "with your face and
body, you'll be the belle of the ball".  I had to find out what he meant.
I smiled at the man when I got off the train, wondering if he would follow,
but he didn't, I went up the stairs and walked the several blocks along
Division and then on Wells until I was in front of the Bijou.

I don't know what I expected, but the Bijou wasn't it.  It was a Victorian
era building toward the end of a lot of different shops, bars and
restaurants.  There was a large neon sign with its name.  The entrance was
a dark door with BIJOU on a small plaque.  I went inside and went up to a
plexiglass window with a small speaker hole.  I was told what the admission
price was but that I would also have to buy a membership, it was still less
expensive than I had imagined.  I went through a turnstile and pulled a
door open.

The first thing I noticed, when I went through the door, was how dark it
was.  There was some porn showing on a screen that was nowhere as big as
screens in movie theaters.  I stood off to the side while my eyes adjusted.
Several men passed me who were leaving who seemed to go out of their way to
touch me.  When my eyes got used to the darkness, I saw that there were
rows of seats like at a regular movie theater, but a lot less of them.
Below the screen was a small stage that was empty.  Some of the seats in
every row were occupied and based on the sounds I heard, men were beating
off and blow jobs were in progress.  My kind of place.

There was a door to the right of the screen that kept opening and closing.
Sometimes it was men in the theater seats that had gotten up and gone in or
men coming out and either sitting down or passing me on the way to the
exit, but there was a lot of men.  There must be more than just the theater
portion, maybe there was active bathroom beyond the door.  I went to
explore.

When I entered the door, the light seemed bright after the darkness of the
movie theater.  There was an open door that looked like it went out into
some kind of backyard; a door to what I assumed was a bathroom; a circular
metal staircase; a bench; and a soda vending machine.  I decided to check
out the bathroom.

The bathroom was much smaller than I had anticipated.  Just a stall without
a door and a sink.  There was graffiti everywhere.  There was also a man in
the stall with his dick sticking through a glory hole and the man on the
other side obviously enjoying what he was doing.  The man in the stall
winked at me.

When I left the john, there were several men going up or coming down the
circular staircase.  There must be something going on upstairs.  Before
heading up the stairs, I went to check out the backyard.  It was a full
moon so there was more than enough light to see that there was a lot going
on.  Several men were on their knees giving blow jobs and there was even
someone getting fucked while he sucked another man's cock.  There were a
couple of men that appealed to me but they all had someone feeding on their
dicks, so I decided to continue exploring.

I followed a man with a nice looking ass making his way up the staircase.
It was narrow, so it was almost like you had to contort your body to let
someone pass you in the other direction, but your bodies had to touch in
some way.  When a man was coming down there was no way not to see if they
had a nice package.  I enjoyed the view.

When I reached the top of the stairs, it emptied onto a hallway that went
both right and left.  Along the wall were men standing or leaning.  It was
like a smorgasbord, all ages, coloring, body types, and ethnicities.  As I
walked to the right, I passed a hallway that was all doors.  All but one
were closed and it looked like there were men waiting.  In just a few more
feet there was another hallway with more doors on each side but something
else at the end of the hall.  I walked passed the doors and entered a room.
There were men milling around, some others that were kissing and yet others
getting or giving blow jobs.  I went back into the hallway of doors until I
was back in the long hallway.  I turned to the right and found a room that
had movies showing.  Some men were watching the movie and stroking
themselves while others were checking each other out as they came in or
exited the room.  I went back out to the long hallway and headed in the
other direction.  After I passed the staircase off to my left it looked
like there was a maze, I would need to check that out, but I kept going
down the long hallways.  Hands touched my abs, pecs and ass as I walked by.
While I was tempted to stop and see who the hands belonged to, I kept
moving forward.  I passed what I assumed was the exit of the maze and found
myself next to a counter with a hot man in a leather vest behind it.
Various lubes, poppers and toys were available for purchase.  Farther down
the hallway on the right was a door that led into a large space that
included a sling along with other playground equipment, so to speak.  A
naked man was in the sling.  His legs were pulled apart and a man had his
dick deep in the man.  The man in the sling's head was hanging down and
another cock was embedded in his throat.  Men were standing around watching
and/or waiting for their turn to be in the sling or used whomever was in
the sling.  Not my thing, so I went back out in the long hall way.  I went
to the far end of the hallway where there were multiple areas where men
could play and all of them were in use.  One man who had his cock deep in a
kneeling man's mouth waved me over but I turned and went back down the long
hallway.

There were quite a few men along the wall that appealed to me.  It were
those men that were taller than me with broad shoulders, muscled pecs and
biceps that could be mistaken for baseballs.  I was also attracted to those
men who seemed to have a lot of confidence and the blue collar look.  As I
passed a man that fit that description, I was sure to stop and look his
body up and down.  A couple of the men were shirtless while others were
wearing leather vests.  Most wearing jeans that fit in a way that
emphasized the size of their dicks.  There were a few who wear only wearing
jock straps.  The other were either in leather pants or leather shorts.

While my head was turned checking one of the men out, someone bumped into
me.  It wasn't a casual touch of bodies, it was a bump.  I turned my head
just as he did, he had been checking out men to.  The guy was the same
height as me, looked like he weighed pretty much the same as me with the
same kind of muscle definition, and about my age, but that's where the
similarities ended.  The guy was black with bleached blonde hair.  He
wasn't wearing a shirt and his jeans were so loose and baggy that they
looked like they were ready to fall off.  The front was so low that his
shaved pubic hair was visible and from what I could see, they had to be so
low in the back that most of his ass must have been showing.  He kept them
from falling by having a finger in one of the belt loops.  Usually when I
meet someone that is checking out the same men that I am, an aura of
competition emerges immediately, but not this time.  There was something
about him that I liked right away and he must have felt the same thing.  He
stuck out his right hand while his left hand held up his jeans.  We clasped
hands, pulled close together and bumped chests and shoulders.

He tilted his head back in the direction he had just come from.  I followed
the guy to a corner that wasn't occupied.  "Hey man, I'm Marcus."  These
were the first words I had heard since entering the Bijou.

"Chad."

"I don't know why, but I feel like you're my brother from another mother."

"I don't get it either but I felt the same way when I looked at you."

"And we are both here for the same thing, right?  Cock and lots of it."

"That obvious?"

"Come on dude, you're checking out the same men I am.  It's cool.  And most
of them are checking us both out, so let's have some fun together.  I also
get the sense that you haven't been here before the way you were checking
the place out."

"Yep, a Bijou virgin."

"Great.  Most of the men that you've been checking out have already had me,
no, I've already had them.  They like it when new meat comes in.  If we
work together, I can make sure you and I get the guys that have the most to
give, both in size and in enthusiasm."

I had to laugh, it was a good idea.  "Lead on."

"Before we do, either ditch the freakin' t-shirt or pull it behind your
neck, it'll just get in the way."

I did what he suggested as we walked back down the line.  When there was
somebody that Marcus thought was a good candidate he rub his hand across
the man's crotch and sometimes even let his baggy jeans slide completely
off his ass.  I would step in front of the same man but I'd put a hand on
his pecs and biceps before letting it wander down.  A few men pinched my
nipples, some felt my ass, and one guy even put his fingers in the rip
below my back pocket and ripped it a bit more.  Neither Marcus nor I stayed
too long with any one man.  The men we ignored looked disappointed or
pissed.  The other guys who were after the same thing we were didn't seem
to like the attention we were getting.  After walking the whole line,
Marcus headed to the opening of the maze, the one area I hadn't explored.
There were doors that I assumed were small booths based on one that had its
door open.  There were some spaces that had walls of just chain link fence
and others with plexiglass walls that were covered with scratched in
graffiti and lines of dried cum.  When we came to a junction of two
hallways he had us stop.  He was right, several of the men we had paid
attention to were following us and they gathered around us.

Marcus focused on one of the men and I joined him.  He was one of the
hottest men that had been against the wall.  His jeans were so tight that
the size of his cock was obvious, and obviously nice.  He liked the
attention that we were giving him.  Marcus got the man to get up on a ledge
that was in the corner.  When the man had, Marcus started to unbutton the
man's jeans until he could pull his cock out.  It was already getting hard
as Marcus handled it.  He gave me a look and then started to lick the man's
balls while moving the man's dick in my direction.  I instinctively knew
what to do.  While Marcus slathered the man's balls, I started to explore
his cock with my tongue.  I avoided the head because I knew that was
probably what the man wanted but I was going to make him wait.

While Marcus was busy, someone pushed his baggy jeans down and they fell to
his ankles.  Marcus started to squirm, so I thought that someone must be
fingering his hole.  Someone was behind me.  I could feel his crotch
against my ass.  I don't know if it was the same man or someone different,
but a hand started rubbing my pecs.  The hand had callouses, so they felt
rough against my skin.  A hand went down the back of my jeans and caressed
both of my ass cheeks.  Marcus was swallowing one ball and then switching
to the other.  When I pulled back, I moved the man's cock so that it was
now directed at Marcus who took the head into his mouth.  Someone grabbed
my hand and brought it to a dick that was no longer encased in jeans or
anything else.  I gave it the attention it deserved.  Someone undid my
jeans and were pushing them down below my ass.  I felt the warmth of a
tongue working its way down my ass crack.

Marcus let the cock in his mouth go free.  He stepped out of his baggy
jeans and threw them on the ledge where the man was standing.  He grabbed
my arm and pulled me away toward the open door of one of the booths, saying
"Keep them wanting more."

We entered the booth and shut the door.  There were glory holes on each
side and one in the back.  Almost immediately, three large cocks appeared.
I was sure that one belonged to the man who had been standing on the ledge.
Marcus and I rotated around enjoying each of the three cocks.  As soon as
one of us got a load of warm, tasty cum, the dick would be replaced.  We
stayed in the booth long enough that we each got three loads of cum and
then Marcus had us leave the booth.  Men were hanging around, some waiting
for a turn, some had their cocks out stroking in anticipation and some new
men who had come to see what was going on.  Marcus focused on one of those
men.  He was in jeans and a leather vest.  He had leather bands on each of
his upper arms emphasizing his biceps.  He had dark hair and a day or two
of facial hair.  Marcus pulled us both into the booth with plexiglass and
immediately yanked the man's jeans down.  Both Marcus and I got down on our
knees and started to lick both sides of the man's cock.  Men on the other
side of the plexiglass were watching.  Some of the other cum sluts were
taking advantage of the situation and were on their knees in front of some
of them feeding off the thier dicks as the men watched Marcus and I work
the stud's cock.

When the man couldn't take it anymore, he pulled back and grabbed my hair
and pulled me toward his cock guiding it through my lips.  I think he liked
being part of the show because he made sure that everyone could see him
drive his cock into my mouth.

Marcus had let another man into the booth and had his dick out sucking it.
The whole scene must have gotten to the man in my mouth.  He roughly
grabbed the sides of my head and began to skull fuck me relentlessly.  It
was like he was trying to show the other men that he was top dog or
something.  His battering ram kept hitting the back of my throat until my
mouth and throat were filled again.  He pushed me off of his still hard and
dripping cock and he aimed it toward Marcus.  Marcus grabbed it and pulled
the head toward his already full mouth and began to work both heads.
Another man tried to enter the booth but Marcus pushed his leg back
blocking the door.  It wasn't long before he pulled off the heads of both
cocks and opened his mouth, ready to take their loads.  It was all theater,
he wanted the men who were watching see them shoot into his mouth.  While
he was waiting he grabbed me by the leg and got me down on my knees too.
Our faces were close, our mouths were open and we both got some of each
man's loads.

When the men had finished, Marcus and I stood up.  He ran a finger over my
face collecting some of the cum that had landed on it and brought it to his
lips making a show of eating it.  I followed his cue and did the same with
his face.  The crowd outside of the booth had grown, both watchers and
those getting serviced or feed.  Marcus grabbed my hand and pulled me from
the booth, fighting our way through the crush of men and led me to the room
that was showing porn.  The room was empty because we had become the show.

Marcus stood by the door blocking men from entering.  Every once in a while
he would let a man past until there were four in the room with us.  Someone
must have known what Marcus was up to because he planted himself in the
doorway, not allowing anyone else to enter.  One of the men told me to get
out of my jeans.  When I had, he put a hand on my back pushing so that I
was bent at the waist where a cock appeared before me.  The same thing was
happening to Marcus who gave me a wink before taking the cock that was in
front of him into his mouth and I did the same.  Almost immediately, I felt
the pressure of a cock against my hole.  Without holding on to my hips, the
man must have just used his body weight and muscles to push his dick past
my hole and deep into my ass.  I don't know if it was a cock I had already
serviced with my mouth but it was big and the man knew what to do to make
me crazy.  His cock would go deep and then he would pull it almost all the
way out and then drive it in again.  It got to the point that he started to
pull it all the way and then push it back in over and over until I didn't
feel it anymore and the cock in my mouth pulled out.  I'm not sure if the
two men I was with changed places or I now was with the two men Marcus had
been playing with but my mouth and ass were filled with cock again.  Each
man's technique was different, but all of their cocks were all substantial.
Marcus knew what he was doing when he picked them.

I'm not sure how long this went on but at one point a cock left my ass and
wasn't replaced.  Instead, I felt several strings of cum land on my back.
Seeing that, the man in my mouth let loose with his load in my mouth.
While I don't know for sure, I thought something similar was happening to
Marcus.  As we straightened up and the four men left, I thought they were
going to be replaced but instead Marcus grabbed me again and we went back
out into the hall while he said, "It's community service time now."  I had
no idea what he meant.

Marcus was naked and I was almost naked, I just had the tank pulled back
behind my neck.  We headed down the long hallway toward the room with the
sling.  I was glad when he passed the door and we went to the dead end
where we got on our knees.

"What did you mean by community service?"

"Now we service the second tier cocks just because we're good guys and
they'll remember us."

There were some more big cocks but there were also some average and small
ones to.  We gave them all our best attention.  Not everyone took advantage
of what we were offering but it was more than enough.  When the line had
finally ended, Marcus and I went in search of our jeans, luckily no one had
taken them.  That would have been an odd taxi ride back to the hotel.

As Marcus and I left the Bijou, he asked me when we could do it again.  I
told him that I was from out of town and was leaving that day.  We both
said it had been fun, gave each other a bro hug, and headed our separate
ways.  The God's must have been smiling on me because there were taxis on
the street.  I guess drivers knew that they could get a fare at the Bijou.

The sun was just starting to rise when I got back to the Hyatt.  I made a
beeline to the elevator and headed right to my room.  I took a shower, set
my iPhone to go off in time for me to check out and leave for the airport.

I was still groggy when I got out of the cab at O'Hare.  I had worn my
other jeans and a tight Polo and just crammed the rest of my clothes in my
bag which I checked.  After making it through security, I found my gate and
dropped my tired ass into a seat.  I pulled out my lap top from my
messenger bag and was planning to do some work emails when I noticed the
guy sitting across the aisle from me.  He looked to be a bit younger than
me but not my much.  He had the body of an offensive football player.  He
was wearing a State t-shirt, so I wondered if he was a football player at
my alma mater.  I never really paid much attention to football, except to
look at the players in their uniforms.  He was wearing baggy workout shorts
in the school colors.  He was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed and
had his legs spread.  I kept trying to focus on emails but my eyes kept
being drawn back to the football player.  His arms were crossed over his
chest making his arm muscles pop.  One time when I looked up, his eyes were
open slightly and I could tell he was looking at me.  I turned back to the
emails and the next time I looked up, he had moved his arms and was pulling
the fabric of his shorts to the side, making the fabric over his cock pull
taut.  His eyes were wide open now and he was staring at me.  He let go of
the side of his shorts and moved around in his chair.  He moved in such a
way that I could now see into his baggy shorts.  He wasn't wearing anything
under them and the large head of his cock was clearly visible.  The people
who were sitting on either side of me would have seen it too if they
looked.  He pulled the shorts back just enough so that I could see more of
the head of his cock and then he acted like he was just rearranging himself
but clearly, by the way he cupped his cock, he was showing me how big it
was.  There was a knowing grin on his face the next time I looked.  He
reached down and picked up a gym bag and stood up.  His heavy cock was
swaying inside the shorts.  He started walking somewhere but I caught him
look back at me.  The next time I turned my head to see where he had gone,
he was standing outside of one of those family bathrooms.  He was staring
at me as he opened the door and went in.  I put the lap top back in my
messenger bag and got up and went to the family bathroom.  When I tried the
door, it wasn't locked and I went in.

The football player and I just made our flight.  I was still licking cum
from my lips and hoping that the stain on the ass of my jeans wasn't too
noticeable.

I'm planning to go back to Chicago, even if it's not for a conference.

Be Well,

Chad
azcumslut404@gmail.com