Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 09:32:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: my son in the bar-13

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MY SON IN THE BAR-13


	It was well after midnight (closing in on 1am) when I finally got
my naked (well fucked) son Shawn out of The Frog (the neighborhood bar we
had gotten gangbanged in). I placed his sleeping naked body in the
passenger seat of my pickup (tossing his folded clothes in back), then took
off for home with a wad of tips we made from horny patrons (truckers,
constructions workers, lawyers, teachers, --you name it) willing to donate
a few bucks to fuck us all night long. I wasn't sure how long I could allow
this go on (what with Shawn being underage in all), but he really seemed to
like the rough treatment the men at the bar dished him.
	I'd had planned to put Shawn straight to bed (knowing he had school
in the morning}, when I suddenly saw red & blue lights flashing in my
rearview mirror. `OH SHIT' I thought, looking at my naked sleeping son. How
on earth could I explain a naked 15 year old sitting beside me?
	I pulled the truck off to the side of the road, hoping the
policeman wouldn't notice Shawn slumped down in the passenger's
seat. "Hello officer..." I said politely, having gotten a few DUI's in my
lifetime.
	The officer walked slowly up to the driver's side window, shinning
his flashlight on my vehicle, looking for violations.


"Do you know how fast you were going...?" he asked, reaching my window.


"uh..., not really, officer. Sorry..." I said.
	He flashed the light in my eyes.


"Where you coming from...?" he asked.


"uh..., The Frog...!" I said honestly, learning early in my failed marriage
that I was a bad liar.


"Have you been drinking...?" he asked, shinning the light in my eyes.


"Just a few beers, sir..." I said, politely.


"License and registration...!" he ordered.
	I lifted up off my ass for my wallet, then remembered I had hidden
it in the glove compartment. When I reached over to retrieve it, he stopped
me... "HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM...!" he yelled, shinning the light in the
truck as he reached for his gun.


"My license is in the glove box..." I informed, putting my hands up.
	The officer bend slightly, then shinned the light past me. I could
see the light roaming over Shawn's naked body, lingering on his naughty
parts as he lay sleep against the closed window.


"Who's that...?" he asked, "And WHY is he naked...??"
	OH SHIT.


"That's my son...Shawn..." I said, trying to think up a believable lie for
why he had no clothes on.
	At that moment Shawn blinked his eyes open, staring into the
light...


"What's going on, dad...?" he asked, innocently.


"We've been stopped by the police..." I said, finding it difficult to
explain my situation to the officer without sounding like a complete perve.


"Are YOU alright, son...?" asked the officer, looking at Shawn.


"uh...yeah..." answered Shawn, unsure what was happening.


"How OLD are you...?" asked the officer.
	I closed my eyes, knowing it looked bad (VERY bad).


"15." answered Shawn, honestly.


"Do you know WHY you're naked, son...?" asked the officer.
	Shawn looked at me...


"I'd just left a party..." explained Shawn.


"What kind of party...?" asked the officer. "Were you drinking...?"


"No sir..." said Shawn. "...it was a teen party..., I got hazed by a bunch
of guys I didn't know, then I called my dad to come pick me up...!"
	The officer shinned the light back in MY face...


"Is that true, sir...?" he asked me.


"uh..." I said, looking at Shawn... "...yes officer..."


"Do you want to file a complaint...?" asked the cop, softening his voice.


"No sir..., I don't even think those guys liked in the neighborhood...!"
said Shawn, convincingly.
	The officer stood up, pausing for a second as if mauling over the
story.


"Okay..." he said, stepping back. "...move on...!" he said, letting us
go. I couldn't believe it as I put the truck in drive, and took off slowly
down the road.
	Getting home 20 minutes later, I snuck Shawn back into the
apartment then put him to bed. Shawn was a mess of drying cum and sweat,
but I hadn't the nerve to make him shower before bed. It was already late,
and we both had busy days in the morning.
	I cut off his overhead light and left him to sleep, then (feeling
grimy and sticky with cum myself) jumped into the shower for a quick but
thorough cleansing before heading to bed. I was bushed, and my body ached
(ass, jaw, and throat) all over like crazy from all the cocksucking and ass
pounding I took. I finally made my way to bed, falling asleep immediately.
	The alarm clock went off all too soon, and I dragged myself out of
bed after hitting the snooze button 3 times. Yawning, I started to wonder
what the loud thumping noise was I'd been hearing in my sleep? Making my
way (groggily) down the hall to Shawn's room, I was shocked when I opened
the door to find my naked buddy Ron on top of my son, fucking the shit out
of him first thing in the morning.


"Ron...?" I called from the doorway, watching his muscled ass hump up and
down as he slammed his hips into Shawn's bare ass, the force of his pumps
sending the headboard banging into the wall separating Shawn's and my rooms
(so much for wondering what the loud thumping was).
	Ron ignored me as he continued to fuck Shawn (Shawn groaning and
grunting vocally as his ass was pounded into the mattress) face to face. I
could see Shawn's scrawny legs tossed about in the air, his feet dangling
loosely after each impact as Ron drove his thick cock balls deep into my
son's gut.
	I have to admit I felt a twinge of jealousy, but it wasn't against
Ron...


	I stood in the doorway watching my best friend butt fuck my son
(just as he had that first night, after I bought Shawn back from his first
bar gangbang) /-chap-6). This time I could SEE Ron putting the screws to
Shawn, taking long deliberate strokes as he slammed his 6'4", 175 lbs built
adult body into Shawn's scrawny 15 year old kid's form.
	For the most part Shawn was taking his punishment like a man
(grunting loudly after each inward plunge, but not protesting). I don't
think it would have done him any good if he had complained anyway, as Ron
was a man with a mission to load Shawn's bowels with his scorching hot
morning load.
	I don't know what time he'd gotten here this morning, or how long
they'd been fucking before my alarm went off, but it was obvious that they
had been fucking for some time as I noticed Ron's thrusts getting shorter,
his long deliberate strokes no longer tamed as he began to lose control of
his pumping hips.


"Urrrhhh..." I heard Ron groan for the first time (the only sound he's made
since I found them). The bed squeaked and bounced harder and louder as the
headboard beat against the wall with an erratic
rhythm. "...AAARRRRHHHHHHHGGGG...!!!: grunted Ron as he thrust in one last
time, burying his cock as he unloaded a full night's worth of hot cum in
Shawn's bowels.
	I saw Shawn's toes curl as Ron came, filling his gut with cum. My
own dick had risen rock hard at the sound of Ron's orgasm, stringing up
hard as memories of our first time (last night) filled my mind.


	After a few minutes of drainage, Ron rolled off of Shawn, allowing
the teenager to stand as Shawn jumped up (wet cum tracks streaking his
hairless chest and stomach from his own orgasm while getting fucked) and
headed for the bathroom. "Oh, hey dad..." he said, brushing by me as if his
ass were on fire... "...running late for school..., gotta shower...!" he
said before disappearing.
	Ron sat in the edge of Shawn's bed, then reached for his pants and
underwear (which had been lying on the floor). Ron and my eyes met as he
pulled up and began to fasten his jeans.


"Don't look at me THAT way..." he said, taking a seat again as he reached
for his work boots.


"Like what...?" I asked, curiously.


"Like you just caught me with my hand in the cookie jar..." said Ron,
obviously feeling guilty about something. "...that son of yours got a CUNT
on him that can't get enough cock...! I woke up this morning with a
definite NEED to stick something hard and deep..., and Shawn's sweet boy
pussy's about the only hole I know's available 24-7 at the drop of a hat!
So..., here I am!" he added, before walking pass me to get out.


"Ron..." I said, stopping him in his tracks, "...I took Shawn to the Frog
last night like all of you wanted..." I told him, making a stand. "...I
even let him stay late until the last man was drained..., but Shawn HAS to
be up and on time for school..., I can't let his grades slip from all this
sex...!"


"So..., cut his hours at the bar..." suggested Ron, much to my
surprise. "...I just needed a quick pickmeup before heading into work...,
Shawn ain't complaining about it, --why'r you...?" he asked, before
continuing on.


"Because I'm his father..." I countered, grabbing his arm. "...I'm supposed
to be looking out for his best interests...!"


"So what'r you saying, Mike...? You wanna PULL Shawn from working The
Frog...?" asked Ron, talking as if gangbanging my son was a regular
job. "You know a lotta guys ain't gonna be too cool with that idea..."


"I'm sorry..., but I've got to put my foot down somewhere, sometime!" I
reasoned.
	Ron turned towards me, standing face to face (6'3" to 6'1")...


"How bout a compromise..." he asked, reached behind me to cup my fuzzy
ass. "...and tonight I fuck YOU instead...?"
	Before I could answer, I felt Ron's middle finger digging in my
hole. I must have still had some left over residual cum left inside me,
because my asshole immediately grew wet, allowing his finger to slip
through. "mmm...still moist too..." he said, leaning in close as our lips
reached within an inch of each other.


"Ron, please..." I said, pushing into his chest to back him off (my cock
still standing hard).
	Ron wouldn't budge.


"You know I love it when you beg..." he said, leaning inward as if he was
going to kiss me.
	My cock lurched as I closed my eyes and pursed my lips, waiting for
Ron's kiss. I waited for what felt like an eternity, but the kiss never
came. Then I heard Ron chuckle as he yanked his finger from my hole and
headed for the door. "Tonight!" he reminded, before disappearing into the
daylight...


	My mind was a jumbled mess. After Shawn got out of the shower, I
jumped in. By the time I got out of the shower, Shawn was done dressing and
finishing his bowel of cornflakes and running for the
door... "Son...wait...!" I called, eager to speak to him.


"What is it pop...?" asked Shawn, holding his book bag over his shoulder as
he waited for me to answer...


"uh..., you need any money...? You have your lunch...?" I asked, unsure
where to start.


"I have my lunch in my bag..., and I'm fine on cash..." answered Shawn,
ready to get going.


"Ron..." I said, pausing as a smile spread across Shawn's face. "...he
didn't...he didn't hurt you any this morning..., did he...?"


"Are you kidding dad...?" asked Shawn. "You saw me at the Frog last night,
right...?" he questioned, as images of him and I getting fucked multiple
times and getting fisted entered my head... "Is there any doubt that I LOVE
taking cock...?! If I could do it 24 hours a day, I would! Wouldn't
you...?"
	I thought about it...


"Don't you want to me MORE than just an ass or a mouth for your friends to
cum in...??" I asked, wondering if there was any SHRED of the boy I hoped
my son would be...?


"And do what..., work in construction like YOU...? Or as a bartender like
mr Joe...? Or a teacher like mr Jansen...?" asked Shawn, thumbing his nose
up at all the career choices. "I've FOUND my calling, dad...!
Cocksucking..., being a bottom for straight horny guys is what I'm good
at..., and I LOVE doing it! I LOVE IT like a jock loves sports! Sucking
guys off and making them cum IS MY SPORT! I'll keep doing it even if I have
to run away from home to do it...!"


"That's not necessary, Shawn...!" I said pulling him in for a hug, finally
understanding exactly HOW DEEPLY my son was vested in this lifestyle. "You
can keep cocksucking for as long as you like...! So long as YOU like it!"


"I DO, dad..." said Shawn, looking up at me. "...and I thought YOU did
too!" he added, before heading for the door. Did I like it? (I wasn't sure)
I definitely don't like it as much as Shawn does. It was fine in the heat
of the moment, but in the light of day, all I feel is...used! I couldn't
help but wonder if somewhere deep down inside, if Shawn felt the same way?
Was he really doing this because he LOVED it so much, or because he had
gotten in too deep and couldn't get out? "I have to get going dad..." said
Shawn, pausing as he reached for the doorknob. "...Frank Little has me
blowing a couple of guys off in the boy's room before class..., and if I'm
late, I won't get to suck his...!"
	Question answered.



/////


Later at the work site...


	I work for a large construction company that also devises small
sub-divisions to do small remodeling developments, one of which I was in
charge of. I had a small crew I oversaw, that included Carlos and his
Mexican friends. Carlos was a real hard worker, and supervised over his
buddies, as none of them spoke any real English. Carlos was my translator,
and often dictated who did what when I wasn't around. Without him, we
wouldn't be nearly as far as we were with the project (especially since
I've been...side tracked the past couple of days...).
	When I got to the site, the guys were already busy with laying the
tiles, brick facing the stone wall, and adding the fixtures to spruce up
the place. I walked around the small (but pricy) private home, checking on
the work quality, and ignoring the knowing smirks I got from Peppi, Luis,
and Alejandro. Whenever I walked by, I'd hear them say something in
Spanish, then laugh. I could feel them checking me out, undressing me with
their eyes as they recalled fucking me in all my glory last night. To say
that I felt small and intimidated would be putting it mildly. Walking
through this group of men (ALL OF WHICH HAD ME) made me feel so small and
insignificant. I wanted to crawl into a corner and die. But I had a job to
do. I had a client and a boss to please.
	I ignored the guys innuendos and sly Spanish remarks, and went
around with my inspection. I was on my hands and knees checking out the
connections under the bathroom sink, when Carlos came up behind me.


"Everything looks good boss...?" he asked, startling me.


"OH..." I cried, pulling my head from under the vanity
cabinet. "...yeah..., everything looks good..." I conceded. "...real good!"


"Good." said Carlos, standing behind me as I got up off the floor.
	I ignored him for as long as I could, lingering around the shower,
checking out the duel heads to make sure they were properly
installed. Afterwards I examined the new sliding shower doors, pulling out
my tape to confirm the measurements. When I finished checking everything
that needed to be check (twice), Carlos was still standing there, watching.
	I turned around, knowing the inevitable pink elephant in the room
needed to be addressed...


"About last night..." I said, avoiding eye contact and inadvertently
staring down at Carlos' tented crotch. "...I'd appreciate it if what
happened at The Frog, stayed at the Frog...?"


"No problem." said Carlos, in agreement.


"I mean..., what happened last night was LAST NIGHT..., today's another
day, and business is business..., we need to stay focused on the site...and
keeping up with the deadline...!" I continued.


"Yes." agreed Carlos, making me breath a little easier. "However..." he
started, causing my heartbeat to skip. "...there was some things done last
night..., that the guys just CAN'T get out of their minds..., --myself
included...!"
	I looked up into Carlos' beautiful bedroom eyes (as we stood face
to face, --6'3" to 6'0")...


"Such as..." I asked.


"Peppi's NEVER had his entire cock shoved in someone else's body before...,
man or woman..." explained Carlos (I could see why, considering how HUGE it
was). "...your son Shawn was the only person able to take him..., he'd
REALLY like another chance with him...!"


"O...okay..." I agreed, believing Shawn would love that. "...anything
else...?" I asked, knowing I'd regret asking...


"As a matter of fact..." said Carlos, reaching down to unzip his pants...


"Carlos..." I said, knowing where this was going...


"I've been thinking about this all night..." said my Mexican friend,
pulling his hard 7" uncut olive colored cock from his pants. "...watching
you last night was so fucking HOT...! I HAVE to feel that sweet mouth on my
dick again...!"


"Carlos..." I repeated (staring down at his dick), unsure how to get out of
this jam... "...we're in a client's HOME..., we can't do this here..." I
managed to protest, despite my instant watery mouth.


"Just a little suck..." insisted Carlos, resting his hand on my shoulder as
he began to help guide me down. "...I want to feel my cock in your mouth
once more..., without all those people watching...! Just us..., --you and
me..., right here, right now..." he continued, easing me to my knees. I
found myself staring eye to eye with his uncut cock, the long foreskin
nearly covering the entire head, leaving only the salivating tip visible.
	Looking up at him one last time, trying to argue WHY we shouldn't
be doing this at work, in a client's home, where we could both get caught
and FIRED. But Carlos wasn't trying to hear me, as he quietly reached down
and ran his thumb over my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips.
	The moment was a tender one, one that made my own cock grow rock
hard on my jeans. I felt Carlos' hand wrap around to the back of my head,
pulling me forward as I leaned in and opened my mouth.
	Licking the piss-slit, I tasted his sweet pearly pre-cum. Carlos
held back a moan as I peeled back his foreskin, then took his cockhead
inside, swabbing the entire crown with my mouth and tongue.
	Carlos closed the bathroom door, then leaned back against it was I
followed him on my knees (stretching my neck to keep from losing his
cock). Once settled, I resumed sucking, doing everything my son (and Ron)
taught me. Carlos watched as I took his cock into my mouth and throat,
slowly opening my throat muscles as his cockhead started to slide down into
my neck.


"uhhh..." moaned Carlos, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes in
rapture. I felt a soreness in my throat and retreated before successfully
deep throating. Carlos' eyes popped open as he looked back down to see why
I stopped. I gripped his cock at the base and started again, determined to
be a better cocksucker.
	This time I attacked Carlos' cock vigorously, licking and swabbing
the head, sucking the shaft, and pressing my head inward until I felt his
cock reaching down into the back of my throat. I didn't stop trying until I
finally had my nose buried in his pubes (sniffing his groin).
	Carlos groaned aloud, loving my mouth as I looked up at him and
began bobbing my head on his dick, allowing his cock to penetrate my throat
with each stroke.


"My god, Mike..., I can't believe how good you are at this...!" he said
panting, staring down at me looking up at him. "I know the guys at the bar
was saying that was your first time performing..., but you suck too good to
be just a beginner..., you suck like a guy's who's been hungry for it all
his life...!"
	I didn't know what to say. Maybe I was a good actor? I definitely
never sucked cock before Frank Little forced me to at home (chap-7). I
certainly didn't feel as gun-ho as Shawn did about it. Perhaps it was my
natural instinct to do it right or not at all...? I definitely felt that
way about other aspects of my life, especially work. Maybe THAT'S why
Carlos thought I gave good head...?
	All through my train of thought I must have been doing a pretty
good job on poor Carlos, because the next time I looked up at him he had
his head resting back against the door, his hand up his shirt (rubbing his
chest and washboard abs), and was moaning like an accident victim about to
lose a limb. I could feel his cock starting to pulse while I sucked, his
pre-cum coating my taste-buds, which was starting to give me a craving.
	Carlos' free hand rested on the side of my head, his fingers
absentmindedly toying with my ear and occasionally running through my
hair. Ever so often he'd tighten his hand on my head, forcing me to suck
faster. I leaned into him, cupping his hairy balls with one hand while
holding his foreskin down at the base with the other. I bobbed my head
hungrily, wanting to please my coworker as much as I wanted to end this and
get back to work.
	I felt Carlos suddenly push my head back off his cock before
ripping his dick from my hand. I watched him jerking it wildly (the loose
foreskin moving back and forth over the head like a blanket playing
peek-a-boo. I leaned in closer when I saw Carlos' eyes squint shut, his
head tossed back wildly as he started to grunt and groan. I opened my mouth
and extended my tongue, wanting to catch his load so it wouldn't stain or
ruin any of the bathroom furnishings we worked so hard to put in place.


"AARRRHHHH...!" yelled Carlos as the cum shot out of his cock, hitting me
directly in my open mouth and splattering against my lips and tongue. With
his eyes closed Carlos wasn't too concerned about where he aimed, so I
moved in tighter and made sure all of his cream landed on my face or in my
mouth. Several streaks shot across my cheek, one landing near my ear. I
managed to cover his spurting cock head with my mouth, taking the rest of
his load between my lips. Carlos stopped stroking and allowed me to take
over as I resumed sucking, replacing his palm with my lips and hard working
tongue. I managed to secure the rest of his load as he started to calm down
and relax, falling back (limply) against the door.
	I continued stroking his cock, sucking out the last of his cum
before pulling back and swallowing.


"That was GREAT, Mike..., thanks..." smiled Carlos, exhausted and breathing
heavily.


"My pleasure, man..." I smiled back sincerely, licking my lips.
	Carlos reached down and stroked his cock one last time, massaging
the shaft and bringing a drop of pearly cum to the surface. I watched it
form at the time (threatening to fall to the newly tiled floor), and leaned
in to lick it away. After polishing the head one last time, Carlos tucked
and packed his softening cock and zipped up, while I got up and stood in
from of the designer mirror to wash off the cream coating my face.


"Thanks again, Mike..., I really needed that man...!" said Carlos, one more
time (gratefully).


"No problem!" I smiled.
	Carlos turned away, then opened the door to leave, only to find
Luis, Alejandro, and Peppi standing outside the door listening. I could
tell Carlos was as surprised as I was to find them standing there. There
was a quick exchange of words in Spanish (of course I didn't understand),
then the guys started to pile into the bathroom around me. Luis reached up
and ran his finger through the cum cream streaking my face (I hadn't had a
chance to wash it off yet), then turned it up to his nose and sniffed.


"Su cum..." he said to his friends (confirming Carlos' load), then he
extended his finger to my mouth... "...lamen apagado...!" *
	I didn't need to know how to speak Spanish to know what he wanted
me to do...


"Look fellas..." I protested, holding up my hands defensively.
	I suddenly felt hands grabbing onto me, holding me in place...


"Lamen apagado!" insisted Luis.


"Okay, okay..." I said, not wanting a riot.
	Without putting up more of a fight, I leaned in and took Luis'
finger in my mouth, then sucked off Carlos' cum. "Buen gusto, no...?"^
asked Luis, as the others chuckled and laughed behind me. I felt someone
else gather sperm off my face, then present HIS fingers for me to clean. I
leaned forward and took his fingers in my mouth as well, sucking them
dry. But Alejandro wasn't content with me just cleaning his finger, he
started moving his fingers in and out of my mouth, making me suck
them. "Por que chupan los dedos, cuando podia chupar la polla...?"+ said
Luis, pulling his 8" cock from his pants. "Chuparme la polla, el hombre
blanco..." hissed Luis, shoving me to my knees as he roughly pulled my face
into his crotch. "...chupar...!"~
	I opened my mouth and took Luis' cock in. I knew instantly that it
didn't taste as clean as Carlos. Piss residue and activity from last
night's orgy, lay dormant under Luis' unwashed foreskin, forming a form of
slimy (cheesy) film. When I tried to pull my mouth off of it, he tightened
his hold on my head and forced me to go lower, taking more of his cock into
my mouth and throat.
	Peppi and Alejandro watched (freeing their own hardened cock) as I
sucked Luis. They spoke back and forth with each other, telling each other
what a cocksucking whore I turned into (I'm sure). After a few minutes of
sucking Lu, Al pulled my head in his direction, forcing his big 10.5"
Spanish cock in my mouth. My cheek protruded outward as he cock poked out
against the side of my face. I had to turn my body towards him to get the
right angle, aligning my mouth to suck him deep.
	Alejandro's cock was nearly as beautiful as Carlos' body. I sucked
as much as I could comfortably, relying on Al's forcefulness to MAKE me
swallow the rest. My eyes bulged as his cock punched to the back of my
throat, cutting off my breathing supply and lodging somewhere deep in my
esophagus.


"Mierda, hombre chupa como una puta Mexicana...!"x said Al, holding the top
of my head as he forced me to hold his cock in my throat.


"Dame algo de eso...!"v said Peppi, standing beside Al, milking his monster
cock.
	Al pulled my back off of his cock (far enough so I could breath),
then pumped his cock in and out of my mouth for a few strokes before
finally releasing my head. Peppi turned me towards him, slapping his heavy
horse cock against my facial cheek, rubbing the giant head through what was
left of Carlos' cum before presenting it to me to suck off.
	Peppi's cock was indeed the biggest monstrosity I'd ever seen
between a man's legs. It looked like a fat animal resting between his
thighs, rather than a cock. The foreskin lay heavy over the head, bunching
over the tip like the leaves covering a rosebud. When Peppi peeled back the
foreskin, his fat ugly cockhead appeared; the size of a small fist, with a
large deep slit straight up the center. His urethra was larger than most
(most definitely larger than mine), possibly indicating a much larger than
normal discharge?
	I was still staring at his cock in disbelief, when Peppi suddenly
clobbered me with it...


"Chupar la polla que, imbecile..., antes de que te ahogan con el...!"o
	I wasn't sure what he said, but I began by licking his cockhead,
cleaning off Carlos' smeared semen. Peppie held his cock at the base,
holding it up for me, or else it would have sagged down lowly between his
thighs like a hung fruit.
	I polished and suckled his fat head, stretching my mouth (wide) to
fit the head inside. I knew instantly that I wouldn't be able to take even
half of it. His cock was as thick as my wrist, the head as large as a full
sized orange. I could do little more than kiss and lick it, running my
tongue curiously along the sides.
	Peppi must have been used to people unable to properly suck his
dick (I couldn't image the frustration he must go through, unable to get
even a simple blow job...!), he titled my head sideways, then began beating
the side of my head and face with his club of a cock. I actually saw stars
from the slapping, the heavy mallet like shaft pounding against my face
with force. After a few slaps, Peppi would stroke his large cock and press
the fat juice (pre-cum) secreting head against my mouth and force me to
suckle. I'd lick and suck his cockhead while he stroked. Then after a few
moments he'd began beating the side of my face again, hammering my head
before fisting his fat shaft and feeding me the head again.


	Luis got tired of watching Peppi masturbate, and pulled me away
from his enormous cock. Choice words were exchanged, then Luis rammed his
cock back into my mouth and throat, fucking my face hard and fast, holding
the sides of my head by the roots of my hair.
	I sucked as well as I could (tightening my lips and working my
tongue along the underbelly), trying to keep up with Luis' frantic
fucking. But just as I was starting to catch onto his unique rhythm, did
Alejandro pull me from Luis' grasp, then shove me face down on his own
cock.


"uuhhkkkgg..." I gagged, feeling his cock spear straight down the back of
my throat.
	Alejandro tilted my head backward (forcing me below ball level),
then started fucking my mouth and throat. I couldn't help looking up at
Alejandro, watching as he face fucked me powerfully, using my mouth for his
own use. Al looked back down at me, watching me watch him. He smiled
knowingly, as if watching the beginning of my downfall. I could see myself
through his eyes; a once powerful boss figure, now reduced to subordinate
cocksucker. I wanted to get up and regain my power, to stand up for my
diminishing manhood. But something inside kept me sitting on the floor,
surrendering my mouth for Al's use. He was just starting to pick up a good
pace (ramming his dick midway in and out of my mouth and throat), when Luis
reached over and pulled me back to his cock.
	I alternated between the 3 of them, sucking and swallowing both
Luis and Alejandro's cocks, and licking and kissing Peppi's. Carlos stood
in the doorway watching, stroking his own hard erection as he watched his
coworkers use me.


	Luis was the first to cum. After sucking on Al for a few minutes,
Luis pulled me back over to his cock and resumed fucking my mouth and
face. By now (after nearly 40 minutes on my knees between them) I had grown
accustom to what each man liked. I stretched my mouth over Luis' uncut
cock, then took him to the root and started sucking. Before Luis could grab
my hair and start forcing me to do deep, I wrapped my arms about his legs
and bobbed my own head in his groin, pounding me face up and down on his
dick. This time when Alejandro tried to pry me off, I locked my arms and
buried my head, keeping Luis' cock trapped in my throat.


"Mira que se vaya, el quiere que el esperma...!"# stated Al, unable to cut
me loose.

"Esta a punto de conseguirlo tambien...!"= muttered Luis through clenched
teeth, his eyes closed shut. I felt his hands tighten on my head as I once
again started to pound my mouth down on his cock, feeling his hard shaft
dance along the bed of my tongue. "Chuparme la polla..." he moaned,
breathing heavier as his fingers tightened in my hair. "...chuparme la
polla, motherfucka..., usted comer a mi cum...!"z
	I sucked as hard as I could, sensing Luis at the threshold of
climax. I wanted his load, suddenly feeling empowered as I forced him to
blow his wad sooner than he planned.
	I was pounding my throat on his cock (slamming my lips into his
pubic mat), when Luis grabbed two hefty handfuls of my hair and pulled. I
opened my mouth to yell out in pain, losing his pulsating cock in the
process. Luis started down at me with Dead Sea eyes (glazing straight
through me), then grunted as his cock started belching rich fresh sperm
pellets directly into my gaping mouth.
	I stared up into his face as cum ribbons arched up from his
exploding cockhead, then cascaded straight down into my open mouth. Each
sperm ball landed directly in my mouth, coating my lower teeth, tongue and
bottom lip in spicy Mexican ball sauce.
	I quickly swallowed the creamy gift, then sucked Luis' oozy cock
back into my mouth once his grip relaxed on my hair. I pulled the rest of
his load out, eating whatever I found as I drained his cock shaft dry.

"Me toca a mi...!" * said Alejandro, pulling me towards his cock.
	I'd just released Luis' cock, when Alejandro shoved his own Spanish
sausage down my throat and started fucking. I was still adjusting my body
in front of Al when he grabbed my head in both hands and started ramming. I
knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with his thrusts, so I simply leaned
back on the heels of my boots, held open my mouth and throat, and allowed
him to fuck as hard, fast, and deep as he wanted.
	Alejandro pulled and pushed my head, along with thrusting his hips,
sending his 10.5" dick at least 8 to 9 inches deep with each thrust. I
could feel his cock punching down the back of my throat, battering past my
neck muscles to ram deep with each thrust, causing sloppy wet gargling
sounds to emit from my throat.
	For nearly 5 additional uninterrupted minutes Alejandro fucked my
face, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. During the last strokes I
could see him starting to tense up. His face got real serious as his
thrusts became more shallow. I saw Al toss back his head, then felt his
cock swell and pulse, then felt it start to unload thick gobs of potency in
my mouth. His cum load was strong and tangy. I swallowed it as it flowed
free, gobbling down what I could before more gushed forth. Al let me drain
him as I sucked the last drops from his hard pole. After a minute or so he
removed his dick, then rubbed the sticky tip all over my lips before
passing me off to Peppi.


	Peppi had been waiting patiently, stroking his cock while watching
me service his friends. He was still fisting his fat anaconda when he took
me by the head, then led me to his low hanging balls. I tilted my head
sideways to get a better angle, then licked his hairy nut sac while he beat
my face and fisted his shaft. After a few minutes of nut bathing, he'd pull
his hips back to angle his cockhead at my mouth. I'd lick and polish his
leaky cockhead (licking away all pre-cum deposits) while his massaged his
shaft. Then he would guide me back down to his balls where I would lick and
suck, taking first one, and then the other into my mouth. I'd suck the
hairy sac as if I were sucking his cock. Then Peppi would pull back and
feed me more pre-cum.
	This went on with Peppi for close to 10 minutes. The other guys
stood around watching, wanting to see what happened when Peppi finally
flooded my mouth with his load. My own cock pulsed in my pants, trapped
under the heavy denim material of my bunched jeans. I wanted to free it,
yet I also didn't want these guys to see how worked up sucking their cocks
had gotten me.
	Peppi was in the process of beating my face one last time, when he
suddenly gripped the back of my head, and kissed his dickhead against my
lips. I went to licking and sucking as I'd done a 100 times since we
started, when I suddenly felt the feeling of warm liquid rushing over my
lips. Tasting it, I instantly knew it was semen. I suckled the fat pumping
cockhead, sucking as much semen as I could into my mouth. Peppi started
breathing heavy as he pumped out his seed, holding my head sideways,
feeding me he precious juice.
	I licked and sucked, and licked and sucked, pulling as much cum as
I could from the tip as I could (like suckling sap from a tree). Some
escaped my eager mouth, drooling down to the floor in heavy
quantities. Still Peppi continued to feed me.
	His cum load was diabolically massive, on the scale of a horse's
load. No matter how much I ate, there simply seemed to be MORE to
follow. When I sealed my lips to the urethra, my mouth pumped forth with
enough cream to nearly fill my cheeks. A giant puddle formed in my mouth
before he finally stopped his spasm. Once freed, I sat upright on my heels,
tilting my head back, and allowed his cum load to stream down the back of
my throat and along the corners of my mouth, escaping down onto my shirt.


"oh god..." I groaned, feeling my own cock pulsing fresh cum into my pants.


"Ver..." said Luis, pointing down at my growing cum stain. "...que cum sus
pantalones..." **
	The guys all laughed at me, all aware of how excited I'd been with
sucking their cocks. Despite my caution, they saw straight through me
anyway.


"Que pasa con el semen en el suelo...? Que es mejor que conseguir de que
las manchas del azulejo...!"^ said Al, pointing at the cum puddle Peppi
made on the floor.
	That's when I felt Luis grab the back of my head, then push me face
down onto the tiled floor...


"Lick it up, el hombre blanco..." he yelled, pushing my face in the
puddle. I didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he was
saying... "...que cum comer en el piso!"+
	I began to lick the cum off the floor, slurping it up like spilled
soup. The guys all watched for a few minutes until I finished licking the
floor clean. Then they walked away laughing, speaking Spanish as they went
back to work... "...hijo de puta desagradable..."o


"Volver al trabajo..., voy a comporbar en el que mas tarde...!"v said
Carlos, as the guys all piled past him. I was far too embarrassed to look
up at him as I sat on the floor with my back against the shower glass.
	Carlos came into the room...


"I sent the guys back to work..." he said, as I pulled my knees up, crossed
my arms over my caps, and lowered my head into my arms. "Don't beat
yourself up, Mike..." comforted Carlos, rubbing the back of my neck as he
crouched down beside me. "...we are what we are..., there's no getting
around it...!"


"But I'm NOT this...!" I argued, looking up with tears in my eyes. "How
could it be...?! I've never craved cock or a man before in my life...! Now
I'm..., now..." I couldn't say, as I lowered my head back onto my arms, not
wanting to cry in front of my worker.
	Carlos patted me on the back (supportively), then stood up
(probably finding me a lost cause). "Stay in here..." he suggested,
"...take as much time as you need to recoup..., I'LL take over the site
until you feel up to coming out...!"
	I wanted to thank Carlos for stepping in and taking over, for
saving my hide, but I was far too embarrassed to look up at him. God...,
what did he THINK of me...??
	Just then Luis popped his head into the room...


"Carlos..., cuando vamos joder el culo...? Queremos algun gatito!"x
	I looked up as Carlos looked down at me, studying me as if to
figure out my mindset...


"Mas Tarde. Despues del almuerzo...!"~ he said firmly (I assume telling the
men what to do).


"Grandes! Voy a correr la voz...!"= said Luis, dashing back into the
kitchen.
	Yeah..., Carlos had it all in check. He's take care of things while
I regrouped...



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<SPANISH TRNASLATION:>

* "It's cum..., lick it off!"

^"Taste good, right?"

+"Why suck fingers, when he could suck cock...?"

~"Suck my cock, white man...., suck it!"

x"Shit, man sucks like a Mexican whore...!"

v"Let me have some of that..."

o"Suck that dick, asshole..., before I choke you on it...!"

#"Look at him go..., he wants that sperm...!"

="He's about to get it too...!"

z"Suck my dick, motherfucker..., I'm gonna make you eat my cum...!"

* "My turn...!"

** "Look..., he cum his pants...!"

^"What about the cum on the floor? we'd better get it up before it stains
the tile...!"

+"Lick it up, white man..., eat that cum off the floor!"

o"...nasty fucker..."

v"Get back to work... I'll check in on you later...!"

x"When can we fuck his ass...? We want some pussy!"

~"Later..., after lunch...!""

="Great! I'll spread the word!"