THE CAFE ON MARKET STREET
                             (Edited Version)
 
                            by Mitchell Hutton
 
 
     After the company I worked for in Omaha was forced out of business, I
found myself once again pondering my life and worrying about my future.
     I was grateful after seven weeks of not working to receive an offer
that was acceptable.  The pay was better than the job before, but it
didn't start until after the first of the year.  I couldn't wait, I eded
money for silly things like food and shelter, now.
     A friend living in San Francisco had called and offered to let me
come out and look for work there.  I could stay with him and work there to
keep myself afloat.  After quick consideration and seeing the inside of
the refrigerator, I agreed to the plan.
     After two frustrating weeks of job searching, I took a job as a
waiter in a restaurant near the Castro.  Beulah's was nothing to write
home about, but it was steady, instant money.  I was given the graveyard
shift five nights a week.
     The clientele left a lot to be desired.  So did the manager I worked
under.  My regulars were usually Castro and Polk goers, bag ladies and
winos.  Rarely did many Folsom people come in, but I was grateful when
they did.  I always felt comfortable with them.
     One week there must have been a convention for leather men in town.
I had never had the joy of waiting on so many hunky guys in my life.  Too
bad all I was able to serve with Sherry around, was food.  Sherry hated to
see me having a good time with customers, yet also insisted I be friendly
with them.  I could NEVER please her, but I kept trying, until the
convention arrived.
     The time there seemed to drag slowly by.  Finally my new job was only
three weeks away.  I hadn't told any one at Beulah's I was going to be
quitting, and was sure that Sherry would make it extra difficult for me
when she found out.  The leather men's convention proved to be a perfect
out.
     On about the third night of the convention, word must have gotten
around that a tall, skinny, blonde guy, flying red and black was working
at Beulah's.  The guys had already met my approval and I guess I had met
theirs.  I had begun to get to know many of them by name and nick-name.
     "Dan, Porker, Piglet," I greeted the first of them.  "How're you guys
doing tonight?  Come on over to my section."
     "We're doin' fine, Randy.  How's it hangin' with you?"
     "Low and to the left!" I teased.  "Who else is coming?"
     "The whole gang.  And this time we invited a few friends.  Can you
handle it?"
     "You got it.  Your wish is always my desire.  How about the far back
section, you can have the whole thing."
     As stated, Sherry had fits when I was "too cozy" with the customers.
She yelled across the restaurant to me.
     "Be right back guys, I gotta see what the old bitch wants."
     As I proceeded to the front, I heard Dan tell me to give her hell.  I
really liked Dan.  I thought he was the hottest of them all, standing
about six feet-four, and weighing in at two hundred ten pounds of solid
muscle.  It didn't hurt that he had deep blue eyes and was one of the
hairiest guys in the group, often exposing his chest or part of his ass.
Last night, Dan stayed long afterward to talk and visit with me.
     Sherry bitched and griped about one thing and another.  I let it go

in one ear and out the other as I filled water glasses, walking away from
her in mid sentence to escort the other guys that had just come in.
     "Just six of you?  Piglet said there'd be more."
     "Oh, don't you worry darlin'," Dirt Bag said to me.  "Word's out that
you're workin' here.  There'll be a big crowd tonight."
     "You still gonna quit at the end of the week?" Dave asked quietly.
     "If that old bitch chews my ass one more time," I began, "I think
I'll belt her in the mouth."
     "That bad, huh?" Al asked with an odd grin, looking at Dave.
     "I just can't take that miserable retch any more," I said, my arm
around Dave escorting them back to join the rest of the group.
     "Randy!" Sherry screamed.  "I don't want to see that again!  Just
serve them and let them get out!"
     That did it.  I stormed over to her with the most evil look on my
face I could muster up.  I had had it with her.  I think the only reason I
could let loose on her now was because she feared the leather guys and I
knew she couldn't wait on them.
     "Look you miserable old bitch," I hissed, "If you want to wait on
them yourself, you just keep it up!  I've had it with you.  I like all of
them and they like me.  Don't EVEN think of causing more trouble.  They're
getting real sick of your petty nit-picking, too.  NOW KNOCK IT OFF!"
     I heard the guys all yell out a "Whoa!" in unison.  That seemed to
work.  I was sad there weren't more people around.  We both turned and
stomped off in different directions, not saying another word.  I returned
to the table with several pots of coffee and glasses of water.
     Dave and Al complimented me on standing up to Sherry.  The others
chimed in words of praise as I took their orders.  I returned to the
cook's window.  About seven or eight more guys walked in as I was hanging
tickets.  Sherry just pointed to the back section.  I had to grin as I
heard them comment on me and join the others.
     I started preparing more pots of coffee and filling water glasses.
"He IS hot," I overheard.  I could also hear others making comments like
wanting to get me into their sling or wanting the chance at my ass for an
hour.  Then my heart skipped a beat as I heard Dan and Al state that they
would give their eye-teeth for a night with me.
     I felt Al, Dave, Dirt Bag and Mick were also super hot, second only
to Dan.  Their comments switched to hushed whispers.  I loaded up the big
tray and started over with the drinks.  Another mob of guys came in at
that moment.  There were easily a dozen more.  I had never seen some of
them, and was sorry I hadn't.
     "Back here guys," I directed them.
     One of the new guys spun me around and just looked me up and down for
a moment before turning me back and doing the same thing.  He gave someone
a nod and sat down.  I thought his actions were odd, but considering the
massive group that had come in, I assumed someone had told him to get a
good look at me, which he did.  I brushed the event aside and took more
orders, promising to return soon.
     "You better, boy," one of the new guys called out.
     I heard Dave "shush" him.  I thought they were all acting a little
odd as I hung more tickets and picked up the first orders.  Every time I
left, a bunch of them would huddle up and whisper among themselves.  They
usually talked openly and made me feel included.  I returned to take the
rest of the orders, finding all but three of four of them in a huddle.
Porker whistled and they straightened up.
     "What's going on?" I asked questioningly.  "You aren't thinking of
pulling some shit on Sherry are you?  Don't do it, she isn't worth it."
     "Oh, OK," Dirt Bag stated quickly.  "Well, there goes that idea," he
said, almost sarcastically.
     "Hey, Randy.  Al and Dave tell me you're quitting," Moose

interrupted.
     "Yea.  But don't worry, I'll stay 'till your meetings are over."
     "Don't stay on our account," Jim said.
     "Thanks a heap! I really feel loved now!" I responded loudly.
     "What I meant was, don't stay if you hate it that bad.  Why spend
your last days here feeling shitty?"
     "Well, I like all you guys and want to serve you," I replied.
     Realizing the pun, I slapped my hand over my face and grabbed some
empty coffee pots.  Once again I heard the familiar "Whoa!" from the
crowd.  I walked quickly to the cook's window to gather the rest of the
orders, feeling my face burn in embarrassment.  Sherry glared at me from
the counter where she was seated with a semi clear view of the whole
crowd.  Once again, I returned to find them in a huddle.  They were up to
no good and I feared Sherry was to be the brunt of their little joke.
     "All right!  Break it up here!" I barked out to them.
     The crowd straightened up quickly.  Someone said, "Yes, Sir!" and
several of them laughed.  They were all grinning ear to ear.  I just knew
they were going to pull something really wild.  I told them again to just
leave Sherry alone.
     Dan reached across the table to hand me something, ordering me to
take it and not to argue.  I opened my hand to find a tightly folded
hundred dollar bill.  My face just dropped.  He again told me in a strong
voice not to argue, stressing it was my tip.  It was all I could do to
keep the tears back, realizing that they truly did like and accept me.  I
managed to choke out several "Thank You's" and "I really love you guys"
and slipped away to get them more coffee and water.
     While I was filling the pots, one of the new guys approached me and
introduced himself as Arnie.  He asked me if the hankies I was flying were
serious and if I had a lover, among other questions.  I was flattered that
he was so interested.  He was a hunk and flew red on the other side.
     "The hanky signals are as serious as a heart attack," I began, "and I
don't have a lover.  Why, are you guys wanting to apply for the job?  Now,
I'm too greedy to pick just one of you. It's all or none," I joked.
     "Just wonderin'?" he asked with a deep southern accent.
     Moose and Jim passed by us on the way to the register to pay all the
tickets, with the biggest "shit-eatin' grins" I had seen on them yet.  I
could just feel that all hell was about to break loose.
     It was obvious to every one that Sher?&y wore a wig and I could just
picture them, pulling her wig off, carting her out the door and holding it
closed, letting everyone on Market see her.
     Arnie helped me back with the coffee and water saving me a trip.  Big
Bad put his arm around my waist and told me to sit and visit a while.  I
started to object, informing them that Sherry would have a fit.  I was met
with an "Oh, fuck her!" and pulled down into the booth.
     It felt good to get off my feet for a minute.  I pulled a cigarette
out and lit it, and poured myself a cup of coffee, preparing to join the
conversation.  I knew it wouldn't last.  I heard Sherry yelling across the
restaurant again and everyone saw me bite my lip and take a deep breath.
Without thinking, I flipped her the bird causing the crowd to let out
another "Whoa!" and start laughing.  I rolled my eyes back and shook my
head, taking another drag off my cigarette.
     "Sherry, knock it off!  All my side-work's done and there isn't
anything else to do right now!  I'm on my break!" I yelled back.
     Sherry stormed over, "You are NOT on your break now!  You'll go on
break when I say you can go on break!"
     That was a mistake.  She shouldn't have done that.  Everyone stood up
and stepped toward her.  Her eyes widened in terror and she turned and
walked off very quickly.  The conversation resumed as though nothing had
happened.  After about ten minutes I told them I had to clear off the

table and get back to work.  Big Bad pulled me back down.  I tried to rise
and was pulled back down again.
     "Come on, I've got to get this mess cleaned up," I told him.
     About a dozen of them got up and moved around surrounding me.
     "Come on, guys.  I've got work to do."
     "You ain't goin' anywhere," Big Bad stated boldly, looking me right
in the eye with a solid, cold stare.
     More of them had gotten up and I was now completely surrounded by
them.  Big Bad pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and put them into
his, taking the time to light one and put it into my mouth.
     "Now isn't that nice?" Dirt Bag asked me.
     "Yea, it's nice, but I really have to get back to work."  I was able
to get up this time.
     Dan moved directly in front of me saying, "Baby Doll, you don't work
here any more."  His blue eyes had turned icy cold and stony.
     I turned to see the circle around me had tightened.
     "Oh, shit!" was all I could manage to say.
     "Oh, shit's right," Al told me, as he handed me a locking bank
bag."Empty your pockets and put everything in there."
     I did as I was told, stopping only to put my cigarette into an
ashtray during the process.  He took the bag back, locking it and telling
me he would keep it safe.
     "You can't be serious.  You can't really do this," I said nervously.
A lxng silence followed.  "Oh, fuck.  Oh, shit!"
     "You told me about your kidnap and rape fantasy, remember?" Dan
asked.  "Well, hello.  Welcome to the wonderful world of reality."
     With that, someone slapped a hand over my mouth.  Hands came from
everywhere, tying my arms behind my back, cuffing my legs, gagging80e,
/wrapping rope around me from my chest to my legs.  I would have fought
them, knowing I had a job to do, but they just moved too fast for me.  I
struggled and wiggled under the bonds, ying to get loose.
     I've always felt an obligation to give notice and quit a job in a
proper fashion.  I couldn't just be carted away!  Somehow, this just
didn't seem right, but I was powerless to do anything about it.  "So this
is how I'm going to quit Beulah's?!" I questioned to myself.
     "So this is what they had been plotting and planning.  They weren't
going to do anything to Sherry!  Fuck, I should have never told Dan any of
my fantasies," I thought.  "Oh my God!  I told him about more than this -
my suspension fantasy, gang-bangs, all of them!"
     Several of them slumped down behind me and I was slowly raised up
onto their shoulders like a pig on a skewer for a luau. I must have been
held up by twelve guys as I didn't feel any space that was exposed.  With
a quick jolt, they pushed me up higher now holding me securely above their
heads in their hands.
     I heard Sherry let out a blood-curdling scream.
     "Quick, let's get him out of here," Dave ordered.
     They moved swiftly, carrying me to the front door.  Someone undid my
apron and I saw them toss it to Sherry.
     Arnie called out to her, "We took a vote and decided that Randy just
quit!"
     I couldn't help but laugh under the gag at his comment, and seeing
rSherry cowering behind the counter.
     Once outside I was placed in the back of someone's pick up truck that
had a shell on it.  Big Bad, Al, Dan and seRJOral others climbed in with
m%q  As the truck started moving down the street Big Bad asked if I wanted
a cigarette.  I nodded my head and the gag was removed.  Big Bad held the
cigarette for me to smoke.
     "You guys are terrible," I said laughingly, "Sherry's going to think
you were serious, that you REALLY kidnaped me.  For a minute there, I even

thought you were serious."
     No one laughed.  They just looked down at me stone faced.
     "Come on guys, you can take the ropes and stuff off me now.  Just
drop me off at Kyle's, he lives on Taylor and Pacific.  For a minute
there, I thought you were really serious!  There must be nearly thirty of
you."  I laughed nervously.
     Again, no one else laughed.  Dan just looked at me, blandly, holding
an outstretched finger down across his lips and chin, as I took a long
drag off the cigarette.  My eyes opened wide and I choked out a cloud of
smoke.
zV     Laughing at my sudden realization, Dirt Bag said, "This ain't NO joke
sweetheart.  This is the real thing.  YOU are the main event of our little
gathering here!"
     "This was just too easy to resist," Al added, "we couldn't have set
up a situation like this any better if we had tried!"
     I let my head fall back onto the bed of the truck.  The gag was
replaced.  Someone put a blindfold over my eyes, telling me they didn't
want me to see where we were going.
     We must have driven up and down every street in the city before
finally reaching our destination.  I could hear a large metal door being
slid open and several cars and bikes driving in.  Then the truck entered
and the door slid closed with a heavy thud.  I was pulled out of the truck
and placed in a freight elevator.  People crammed in and I could hear feet
climbing stairs before the door was pulled shut.
     I was placed on a large table and felt restraints and ropes being
attached to my legs.  I was rolled over and the same was done with my
hands and arms.  I could smell the leather from a hood that was placed
over my head.  The blindfold was removed and a small dildo gag was snapped
over the mouth opening.  A collar was placed around my neck and my shoes
andBnocks were removed.  Several people stood me upright.
     "Gentlemen!  Welcome to San Francisco," the voice said.  "I'd like to
introduce Randy, tonight's entertainment!"
     With that, several pairs of hands began tearing my clothes off.  I was
quickly stripped down to my just my underwear.  The crowd let out a loud
"Hoo-ray!"  Then, my underwear was torn off also.
     A chain was attached to the collar on my neck and to the restraints
on my arms and legs.  The rope and bindings placed on me in Beulah's were
removed and the chains were tightened and secured.  I fought and tried to
move in the restraints.  The crowd cheered on.
     Off to the side I heard several whips crack.  I started fighting the
restraints wildly.
     "Looks like he wants it!" A voice announced.  "Should we give it to
him?"
     The crowd "Yeah'ed" and applauded.  The whipping started somewhat
slowly and easily, gradually getting more painful and faster.  The crowd
encouraged my captors in their endeavors as I continued to fight the tight
restraints that bound my arms and legs.  My body felt as though it was on
fire by the time the whipping stopped.
yM     I huge pair of hands began kneading my cHHst and tits.  The hands
`attached alligator clamps to my tits.  I nearly shot through the roof from
the bite that they took.
     I had been involved in three and four ways and a couple of small
orgies, as large as Omaha would allow, but never anything like this.  I
had no control over the situation at all.
t(     My thoughts were broken by yet another pair of hands on my back.
They moved down and began kneading my already warmed ass.  The hands were
large and rough.  The type that construction workers would have.  They
kneaded and pulled at my butt and moved between my legs gripping my nuts.
     One pair of hands were working the tit clamps, and the others were

working my ass and balls.
     "You like this, boy?" one of the voices asked loudly for the crowd to
hear.
     "Yes, Sir." I replied.
     "They can't hear you, boy!  Louder!"
     "Yes, Sir!" I replied again loud enough for all to hear.
     A paddle popped me on the butt several times.  I realy?ed that I was
beginning to get so involved with the activities that I had blocked out
the fact that there was a room full of people out there beyond the black
leather blindfold.  Someone must have sensed a change in me and I was
greeted wi?Mh the strong smell of poppers.
     That's all it took.  The tit-clamps began to tease in a wonderful hot
agony.  My ass begged for more.  I bent over slightly, as much as the
restraints would allow and tried to show that I wanted more.  Several
paddles began to beat my butt rapidly now.
     Someone grabbed my nuts from the front and attached something to
them.  I was now flying on the poppers and getting so hard from just what
had happened so far, I feared I would blow my load right then.
     I felt my ass being spread apart.  I hand slapped a large glob of
lube right into my hole.  The whole world was a blur from the poppers,
now.
     "He wants it real bad!  He nearly took my hand with it!  Should I
give it to him?"  The crowd cheered him on.
     I felt something prying my ass open.  This guy was hung like a mule.
As I felt him start working his big dick up my ass, I felt the platform
turn and change directions.  He was almost too big for me to take.  The
pain was incredible, but just knowing that it was a huge dick up my ass
made it easier to take.  I felt the hair on his chest against my back as
he pounded my ass harder with that massive tool.  His big nuts slapped
against me as he went at it.  I couldn't help but gyrate to his motions
and try to get a good feel of his big, hairy balls.
     He reached his hand down and stuck a finger up my ass and told the
crowd that there was more room.  I felt him reach down and begin forcing
something else in.  He shoved both his balls up my hole along with his big
poker.
     The poppers were really doing a number on me.  I had lost track of
the rest of the world, but, I was sure I was in heaven.  I had never felt
so full and fully loaded up as I felt now.  Under the gag I could just
barely moan and groan and get out a "Yeah!"  He responded by fucking me
even harder.  Pulling back a little more each time, he would ram his dick
up me further and further.  I felt stuffed to the brim and was enjoying it
immensely.
     I felt something cover the front of me in several places, and my arms
were attached to it.  Someone attached my legs to another chain.
     The guy's dick never came out and he never missed a beat as I was
hoisted up in the air, face down into something like a sling.
     I heard someone say "Now for the real fun.  Arnie, didn't you want to
know if the hankie signals were for real?  Well, get up here and find
out!"
     The guy who had been ball-fucking me began to pound at me furiously.
I felt a massive load of cum shoot deep up into my gut, and he continued
to throb and spurt for what seemed like an eternity.
     Arnie commented to him, "Now, I have your mess to clean up!  Thanks a
heap."
     The crowd roared in laughter, but I was still so high from the popper
soaked rag that I barely took notice.
     Without more than a "hold on," I felt a huge mass slide out of my ass
with a jerk and a groan from the man.
     "Clean as a fucking whistle, too!" I heard him exclaim.  "And ready

for a lot more than I can give him.
     He popped me on the ass with his lube covered hand, sending chills up
and down my spine, for knowing what was about to occur.
     Arnie whispered to me quietly, "Just squeal if it gets to be too
much, I know how to put on a show and I don't want to really mess you up
bad.  Just groan if you are okay, but I'll listen for a squeal.  Got it?"
     I nodded in agreement, feeling very high and confident after hearing
that he wanted me to be okay.  I had thought that he was a hunk at the
restaurant and was now convinced that he was a super cool guy after his
quick talk here.  I muttered for him to fist and fuck me at the same time.
I only hoped that he could figure out what I was saying through the gag.
     I felt his fingers slip in easily, up to the knuckles.  He said
something to the crowd on the order of how much I wanted it.  He had no
idea how much I wanted his big fist up my ass.  I planned on proving it to
him.
     I wiggled and tried to twist and turn to let him in.  The crowd
seemed to acknowledge my desires by cheering him on and yelling out words
of encouragement.
     I pushed against his fist, and forced it in.  I squealed to let him
know to slow down for a few moments while my ass adjusted to the assault.
He covered for me by speaking to the crowd on how hungry my ass was, that
I had just grabbed his fist and gobbled it up.  I groaned to let him know
to carry on.
     He began to twist and turn his hand inside my butt.  I started to
groan loudly and tried to beg for more.  He took the cue and began
twisting and pumping his fist deeper up my ass.  I felt his hand double up
and then stretch out, then double up again.  I was sure that I had died
and gone to heaven, the feeling was so great.
     I heard the crowd roar and cheer on as he went deeper and deeper up
my ass.  I wanted as much as he could give.  I began to squirm and wiggle
in the sling, forcing his arm deeper up into my butt.
     On several occasions he had to hold me down to keep the sling from
swaying too much, as I was sonto the action.
     "Whoa, baby," I heard06im say, "I'm nearly two thirds to the elbow.
Calm down or you're going to hurt yourself.  I'll give you as much as you
can take, but I won't let you go much further and risk hurting yourself!"
     I could just groan in appreciation and wiggle back and forth.
     "I think he wants even more!"
     The crowd seemed to be a million miles away cheering FOR ME.  I felt
another mass start to invade my ass.  Arnie was sliding his dick up my
chute.
     Within seconds, I had devoured both his hand and arm, and his man
meat.  I felt fuller than I had, not more than fifteen minutes ago.  I
kept reaching new heights and newer depths of satisfaction and
gratification.
     "Well, he definitely means what he flies, doesn't he?" Arnie directed
to the crowd.  "He's still fucking hard!  Look at that!"
     I could just lay there throbbing in a satisfied, bloated agony, and
felt better than I had ever felt in my life.  I could barely move, the
ecstasy was so great.  I wanted more than just his fist and his dick up my
ass, but didn't know what.  I could just lay there and moan.
     Quickly, too quickly for me, he began to yell, shudder and slam into
me.  Driving his fist and meat deeper into me, I felt a warm sticky gush
deep in my gut.
     All at once, my ass went into orgasm.  A feeling I've never quite
experienced, but only read about.  The sling swayed wildly as Arnie tried
to pull out.  Someone yanked the gag off.  Once again, he had to hold me
still in order to keep me from getting hurt as he pulled out his dick and
started to remove his arm.

     I began to yell and moan loudly, not wanting him to remove his deeply
embedded arm.  I wasn't conscious of how loudly I was yelling and begging
for more until I heard the crowd roaring.  Arnie removed his hand and arm,
with me begging for him not to.
     I was lowered and helped down.  The hood was removed to reveal a
crowd of nearly a hundred people.  Arnie put his arm around me and held me
tight.  Dan, Al and Dave rushed up to us.  Each throwing their arms around
me and hugging me.
     "God damn, you were hot!" Al commented.
     "I've never seen anything like that, from someone so little!" Dan
chimed in.  "Why don't you come upstairs and rest a while, the party will
be going on 'till morning."
p     People that I had never seen before were slapping me on the back and
handing me cards and telling me how hot I had been to watch, as we worked
our way through the crowd to a door near the back of the room.  Al
unlocked the door to reveal a flight of stairs.  In one swift move Dan
picked me up and began to carry me up the stairs.
     The last that I remember hearing was, "You just sleep, baby, Dan and
I will take good care of you...  You know that we really care for you...
It's okay...  Just sleep..." as I drifted off into a deep slumber with
several hot men by my side.
 
                            *   *   *   *   *
 
     I awoke later to find Dan asleep next to me, and Al and Arnie
sleeping in chairs near the window.  The sun was low on the bay and I
quietly sat up in bed to get a better view of the bay and the gorgeous
sunset.
     Dan awoke shortly after I did, greeting me with a "Morning, Baby
Doll.  You sleep all right?" and a tight hug.  He had taken his shirt off
and the massive amount of hair on his chest pressed against me, caused me
to get hard all over again.
7 and began to stroke my hair and kiss me deeply.
I felt him begin to grow under his jeans.  I was tired but was coming back
to life quickly.  "I'm more than ready for more." I hissed into his ear.
     "Are you, baby, are you really?  I want to give it all to you, really
bad.  So does Al and Arnie.  We had a talk last night, and we're going to
fly you to the moon and back.  You want it, baby?"
     "Oh, yea!  But, you're the one I really want most."
     Dan lifted himself up, just enough so that I could see his chest.  I
lifted myself up also, and began to run my tongue over the mass of hair
around his tits.  He began to moan as I bit down on them, and moved my
face lower.
     "Get those fucking jeans off, before I rip them off," I asserted
imyself.
     As he quickly slipped his jeans off, I noted that Al and Arnie were
still asleep.
     Dan moved back on top of me and began to lay hard on me.  I pushed
him up and noted his absolutely huge dick.  It was bigger than I had
imagined.  He was covered in hair all over.  I had to have it all.
     I pulled him up higher and began sucking on his massive tool.  I took
his huge nuts, one at a time, then both at once into my mouth.  He was
more than I could stand.  As I sucked on his meat and balls, I couldn't
keep my hands off his ass.  He had the hairiest butt I had ever seen.  I
had to have all of him in every way I could think of.
     I moved my face lower, between his legs and began to lick and suck
all of him.  He smelled hot and sweaty, which only turned me on more.  My
face went lower and he arched backward.  My tongue was less than half an
inch from what I considered to be next best thing to heaven.  He moved

closer.
     My tongue slid across his hairy hole.  I nearly came right then.  He
turned quickly and allowed me to have full access to his furry butt.  I
couldn't help myself, I had to have it all.  I slid my tongue up him as
deeply as I could and began to tongue-fuck him for all I was worth.  I ran
my face and tongue over his ass, worshiping every inch of it.
     I slurped madly, almost frantically.  He smelled warm and rich, like
I considered a man should.  My slurping and Dan's groaning had awakened Al
and Arnie.
     They joined in the action quickly.  Arnie raised my butt into the air
nd allowed me the same pleasure as I was giving Dan.  I heard Crisco pop
and smack near me.
     Arnie pulled away and let Al slip his meat into my aogs.  They pulled
us to the end of the bed.
     This was almost more than I could stand.  Having Dan mounted on my
face and having the sheer daylights being fucked out of me by Al.
     Arnie managed to squeeze in between Dan and Al, and sat down hard on
my throbbing cock.
     Within seconds I felt a load boil up in my balls and began to groan
and writhe.
     Dan spread his ass and forced himself onto my face farther and Al
began to pound at my ass wildly, while Arnie rode my dick like a mad man.
I could feel my load ready to burst as Dan rode my face and jacked himself
off.
     In one split second, I let loose with my load up Arnie's ass as Al
blew his deep up into mine.  I felt Dan shake and shudder, his ass nearly
suffocating me, as he shot a load hard enough to splatter all over the
front of me and splash down the front of Arnie.  In one last stitch effort
I rammed my tongue up Dan's ass, causing him to nearly fall off me.
     Dan lifted himself up off my face, as Al and Arnie each removed
themselves from me.  The three of us moved side by side and panted for
several minutes.
     "Hey Dan, you got yourself a hot one," Al commented.  "Arnie and I
are going to go grab something to eat.  We'll see you later tonight."  And
with that the two men picked up their clothing and headed toward their
suite, just on the other side of this one.
     Dan just lay beside me and stroked my hair.  I couldn't keep my hands
off of his hot chest and ass.  We both were hot and sweating profusely.
     "I must smell like a public bathroom," I commented, "I wish I smelled
as good as you, after sex."
     "Baby, you're fine!" he replied, as I noted that he was again getting
hard.  "That was just a warm up."
     Within seconds he had managed to get my head forced down on his
throbbing dick.  He kept pushing and forcing my head further down on
himself.  I heard him groan and tell me something to the effect that I was
going to graduate with him.  I had no idea what he meant.
     He reeled around and ordered me to suck his ass again.  My tongue was
tired, but I did as I was told.  I slurped and smacked at his fuzzy hole,
and worshiped that hot butt better than I had earlier.  I spread his ass
cheeks and forced my tongue as deeply up him as I could.  He groaned and
pushed back against me with a riding action, then lifted up off my face.
     He pulled me back toward the end of the bed and I once again heard
the familiar pop of Crisco.
     "Baby, I'm gonna fuck that ass, and load it up, then fuck it again.
I0"an get off three or four times, and I plan on breaking a record and
going for six!  I hope you're ready."
     I felt his huge tool slid into my now hungry ass.  I wanted him bad.
He rode my ass like a wild cowboy for what seemed like hours, and I still
was hungry for more.

     He sensed my hunger.  "Baby, we've just started.  You're gonna get
more than you've ever had in your life."
     I felt him stuff his furry balls up into me.
     "Oh, shit!" I yelled.  "Stuff my ass!  Oh, fuck, I feel full.  Oh,
Yea!  More, fuck me hard, Daddy, fuck me as hard as you can!"
     He began to ride my ass even harder causing my ass to tighten and
loosen beyond control.  I couldn't help but writhe and moan loudly with
the intense pleasure I was getting.  Dan began you moan and grunt, and
soon I felt a thick, hot load of cum shoot up my butt.  He kept riding my
ass, slowing his rhythm over time, but keeping my ass hungry for more.
     "Oh, yea, baby," he hissed into my ear, falling dead weight on top of
me.  "Daddy's gonna make you feel real good."
     He grabbed me tight and pulled my legs around his back, forcing
himself deeper into me.  He rammed his tongue deep into my mouth and began
kissing me roughly.  His grip around me tightened, and I heard him say for
me to hold on tight to him.
     Without any warning I felt a hot, steady stream flowing into me.  He
u4/,nwtarted grabbing my ass and slapping it, holding tight with the other arm.
He rammed his manhood in and out slightly, forcing the hot piss deep into
my gut.
     I had never had any interest in water sports, but now was grateful to
be initiated into them.  It was a hot, wonderful sensation that nearly
made me come.  I had never felt anything quite like it.
     He eased me back down onto the bed and told me to tighten up as he
pulled out.  He congratulated me on not spilling a drop and popped me on
the butt as I staggered into the bathroom.  Hearing him say that we hadn't
even started yet.
     I emerged to find him laying on his stomach.
     "Come bury your face in Daddy's ass again." he ordered.
     I quickly did as I was told, gratefully.  I Oew that I would never
tire of his hot, sweaty ass.
     After several minutes, he turned over, saying that he wanted to watch
"his boy" enjoy the treat.  He displayed a massive hard-on, again.
     Without an invitation, I quickly mounted myself on his huge cock and
began riding it hard.  My ass was hungrier that I can ever recall it being
in my life.  I couldn't get enough of him.
     After a while, he moved me up and propped my back up with one of the
pillows and slid another under the small of my back.  I knew what was
coming and could hardly wait.
     He poured some poppers onto a knotted hanky and handed it to me.  I
stuck the knot into my mouth and began to fly.
     I wanted his fist up my butt bad.  My ass was so hungry for it that I
nearly took it in one motion.  He teased my ass with his knuckles,
twisting and turning his hand in the center of the opening.  I was so
ready for him that he was able to take it out and put it back in easily,
just like getting fucked by his dick.
     With his big hand going in and out of my ass and the poppers, I was
in sheer ecstasy, moaning loading and pushing back against him on each
thrust, wanting more.  I wanted to take him deeper than I had ever taken
any man before.  I wanted to feel his fist buried deep in my ass.
     "Oh, yea!  Fuck me with it, fuck me hard!" I moaned out.
     He worked his hand deeper into my butt.  "Yeah, that big fist, buried
in your ass...  Just ramming up your butt...  Feels so good, don't it?"
i     I felt his hand double up into a fist.  He turned me over onto my
knees and began fucking me deep and hard with his fist.  I was dizzy from
the incredible sensations.  He kept the sensual talk going at a steady,
but ever increasing pace, turning me on even more.
     "Yea, you gonna give Daddy what he wants?" he quesWi Wned.
     "Oh, fuck yes!  Anything..." my voice trailed off as I felt him begin

to slide the fingers of his other hand into my already full butt.
     "Yea, baby, you took it to the elbow.  Now let's see you give it all
to Daddy!"
     I couldn't believe what was happening.  He had pulled his one x n
back out slightly, and was sliding the fingers of his other hand in.  He
kept talking to me and reassuring me that I was great.  The poppers kicked
in again.
     Within a minute or so, I felt like I was being ripped in two.  The
pain came in waves, but subsided before I could say anything.  Dan kept
telling me to take a deep breath and a deep hit off the poppers.
     I was greeted soon by a deep, guttural "Oh, Yeah!  Baby!  You've done
it!  Oh, my precious baby!  You've got both of them!  Mother Fuck am I
proud of you!"
     I was drifting off into space, feeling the deepest, best sensations I
had ever felt in my life.  I felt him move his hands together and force
both hands in and out, in the traditional double-fisting method.  I
couldn't help but scream out from the ecstasy.  He had prepped me so well
that there was no pain, just sheer, unrelenting ecstasy.
     He continued to work my ass with ever increasing intensity.  Moving
his hands together, then independently.  Twisting and turning them and
Ccausing me to gasp with each motion.
     After several minutes he toyed with my ass and pulled one of his
hands out.  I begged for him not to stop.  He responded by raisin0me up
higher on my knees and trusting his fist deeper and faster up my butt.
     My dick surprisingly was still hard and throbbing, pre-cum flowing
like a river.  He grabbed me firmly and rolled me over, then turned his
arm back.  He grabbed my rock hard meat and began to stroke it as he
pounded his fist up my ass.
     That was more than I could take.  He pulled his hand out and climbed
up between my legs.  I began to shiver and moan and he moved up on his
knees.  With his dick was right over my face, he drenched my face with his
come, causing me to blow my load.  He pounded his meat against my face,
draining the last few drops from it.
     Dan ordered me not to move, as he got up to get a towel from the
bathroom.  He returned a moment later and started to clean up the mess we
had made=n I started to help him, but he ordered me back down, saying that
he didn't want me to move for several hours for safety's sake.  He pulled
a big, fuzzy, orange blanket out and covered me up with it and moved over
next to me.  I drifted off into a peaceful sleep with him by my side.
     We were awakened early the next morning by Mick, Al and Arnie.  They
razzed us about missing the last of the big events the night before.  The
five of us went to breakfast and then headed off to a shop off Folsom
afterward.  Dan left Mick and I to try on boots and jackets.  He returned
soon.
     "About the big event last night, guys... You missed it!" he stated as
he handed me a dark red hanky and turned around to reveal another one in
his back pocket.
     We were greeted with doubt at first, but the doubt quickly turned
into approving slaps on the back, and a big "Whoa!" in unison from the
others, just like the ones I used to hear in the little cafe on Market
Street.