Date: Sat, 23 May 2009 18:38:12 +1200
From: Robert Hanlen <strayf.hanlen@gmail.com>
Subject: Dan's Bog

The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental.  If nasty male-to-male sexual scenes offend you,
then you should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18
years old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read
nasty, sordid filth like this. Hell, even if you're under 30 this'll
probably scare the shit out of you. I'm not even sure if I should read it .

Stray
strayf.hanlen@gmail.com


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Queers frequented public toilets where they performed obscene, vile acts on
one another.

So the City closed down all the public toilets and replaced them with safe,
sanitised, boring little plastic unisex cubicles. If you weren't out in
five minutes flat you'd automatically be doused in cold water and the door
would fly open . . .

And, lo! the public-toilet-frequenting queers did sob.

Until Daniel McCallion won the lottery.

*

Daniel was a raunch-pig through and through. He'd spent hours every week -
dammit, every DAY - in various public bogs around the City. At 2.00am you'd
probably see him lying on his back on the filthy, piss-soggy concrete floor
in front of the urinals in the Centennial Park bogs as he was soaked in the
combined beer-piss of four stinkin' truckers. By 3.30am he'd be in the bogs
on the Waterfront getting his rank hairy ass eaten out by some arrogant
young skinhead. By 4.00 he'd have pissed up the same skinhead's skinny arse
and be sucking the sweat out of . . .

But you get the picture.

Needless to say, Daniel was truly pissed off when the City closed down the
bogs.

Fukkit! The bog by the bus station, the one with the excellent glory holes
in every cubicle, had been turned into a fucking flower shop! Dahlias had
replaced dicks!

What the fuck was the City coming to?!

The City still had a couple of gay saunas . . . even a gay cruise club. But
they weren't the same, not for Daniel. They didn't have the stench of
sweat-n-piss maleness, the sense of danger - they were clean, safe
. . . boring. He had a few regular fuck-buddies - but even this was too
regular, too safe. He'd even tried the internet. Yawn.

And then Daniel McCallion won the lottery.

He'd bullshitted about winning the lottery with his mates at various
time. Buying a huge house, a car, a business, a yacht, travel, a fulltime
raunch-slave . . . But Daniel never told anyone that what he really wanted
was . . . .

*

Knights Bay was about twenty minutes drive from the centre of the City. It
was surrounded by rough, rocky hills and cliffs. A few brave souls had
built weather-beaten houses there that overlooked the angry sea and an
irregular stretch of stony beach.

A rough, unsealed road lead up the hills behind these houses to a ten-acre
block of land covered in outcrops of rock, tough grasses, and stubborn,
weather-ravaged trees. By following a dirt walkway, any visitor to this
site could readily access a small concrete-and-cinderblock structure known
to regulars as "Dan's Bog".

*

I stood at the urinal and began to piss against the rough, watersoaked
concrete. I'd rather have been pissing it down some fucker's throat but I
was obviously too early . . .

I heard scrunching on the gravel outside . . . another player -
halle-fucking-lujah! By the light of the single, dim bulb I saw him enter
the structure. Big bastard, bearded, shaved head, wearing jeans and a plaid
shirt. He had a black sports bag with him that he threw casually into a
corner.

"Fuck it!" he bellowed as he glanced my way and headed towards me. "That's
one helluva hike t'get here. Makes a bloke fuckin' thirsty!"

As he said this he ripped off his shirt revealing a broad, solid chest
covered with thick, dark hair. He threw his bulk down with his back against
the wall of the urinal, sitting in the trough.

"Feed my thirst, fucker . . . " he groaned.

Now, I'm not one to discourage an offer like that, so I aimed my
piss-stream directly at his gaping mouth and just carried on pissing. He
swallowed, smacked his lips, gargled and generally revelled in my piss
offering. When I was finally drained he grinned up at me.

"Well, thank you!" he said. "Don't want t'die of thirst before the action
starts."

"Damn right," I said, grinning back at him.

As if on cue we both heard the scrunching of footsteps outside and a skinny
Maori guy came in. He stopped in the doorway and took in the scene - me
leaning against a wall with my dick hanging out and sparking up a joint,
and Big Bastard still sitting in the urinal trough and grinning. The Maori
guy walked up to Big Bastard, unzipped his fly and started up a slow,
steady stream, soaking Big Bastard from head to toe. I walked up behind
Maori Guy and ground my dick into his denim-covered ass while bringing the
joint up to his lips. He responded by pushing his ass back against my
crotch and taking a deep toke on the joint.

Once he finished soaking Big Bastard, he leaned forward, his hands against
the back of the concrete urinal and let his jeans drop to his ankles, freed
one leg and spread his legs, revealing his dark chocolate fuck-hole.

"Now that's the way to start a party!" said Big Bastard as he stood up. He
opened the front of his jeans revealing an impressive dick half-encased in
a truly scungy jock-strap.

"Aw, fuck yeah!" sighed Maori Guy as he bent further to start slurping and
sucking on the offered prize.

I passed the joint to Big Bastard and wasted no time in squatting behind
Maori Guy and digging my tongue into his funky little asshole. He groaned
around Big Bastard's dick as I wormed a couple of fingers into his tasty
pucker. From his groaning and the way his hole seemed to suck on my fingers
and tongue, I figured he was ready for the real thing so I stood up,
pointed my rock-hard dick at the centre of the current universe and pushed
forward towards sweet, warm, balls-deep, twitching, enveloping heaven .

"We got us a spit-roast happening," chuckled Big Bastard as he passed the
joint back to me.

I took a deep toke on that joint and got to work pounding the fuck out of
that sweet hole. Maori Guy proved to be a fucking expert in the art of
sluttery. Big Bastard's eyes kept rolling to the back of his head as Maori
Guy worked on his dick, balls and filthy jockstrap. And I discovered that
even in the moments when I stopped thrusting to suck on the joint we were
passing between us, Maori Guy's ass muscles took over the work, massaging
my dick without even moving his body.

Eventually Big Bastard and I swapped places and I discovered that Maori
Guy's oral skills were equal - if not better - than his ass skills! What a
fucking ride!

"Shit, yeah," hollered Big Bastard, riding Maori Guy's ass like a
champ. "Now I see why you were so happy fucking this ass! Fuck! Sweet
fuckin' ride! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' cum!!!"

As Big Bastard grunted and groaned loudly, shooting his cum load inside
that talented ass, Maori guy sucked me with wild abandon, moaning as spit
ran from his drooling mouth onto my big shaved balls. Sighing loudly, Big
Bastard pulled out and I turned Maori Guy around and pushed him down on to
his hands and knees. He reached back with both hands and spread his smooth
brown bubble butt, ready for me to pound my dick back into his
hole. Instead I dropped to my knees - I wanted that load out of his ass for
myself. I opened my mouth and expertly started to tongue his hungry
hole. It just opened up allowing my tongue to dig deep into the cavern. I
scarfed that funky hole like the true pig that I am, digging deep for ass
juice and Big Bastard's hot cum lode.

Not to be left out, Big bastard lay down on the piss covered floor and
wriggled his way under my crotch to work on my rock-hard dick. He had a
mouth that a launched a thousand orgasms; a fuckin' expert. He started at
the tip and slowly worked down to the root, then back up savoring the taste
of my hard meat, then licking down the shaft to my balls and sucking them
into his warm wet mouth. As I dug deeper into the smooth brown hole, Big
Bastard began to get frantic for a load of cum. I began to thrust my hips
forward meeting his eager mouth, forcing my rod deeper into his gullet. I
reached up and put a couple of fingers in Maori guy's ass, working it
around on his gyrating hips.

"I'm gonna blow" cried Maori Guy.

"Give me that big load!" hollered Big Bastard.

He pulled off my cock and raised up to meet the Maori Guy's cock. I rammed
another finger in his hungry ass, licking around my squirming fingers,
giving him all the pleasure I could. He bucked and started shooting down
Big bastard's throat, screaming in pleasure. As he did I could feel his ass
tighten around my tongue and fingers, releasing even more of that hot sweet
load out into my waiting mouth. I was so hot by this time I was about
crazy.

Maori Guy stood up straight, gave us a sheepish grin, straightened his
clothing and left.

"Cheers you's fullas," he said as he walked out the door.

Big Bastard looked across at me and winked.

"You finished yet?" he asked.

"Not a fuckin' chance," I said.

"Good," he purred. "Get on your hands and knees - it's my turn to eat."

I quickly got into position and he spread my cheeks and sank his hairy face
into my hungry ass. He licked ass just as well as he sucked cock, biting on
each cheek working me into a frenzy for his mouth on my twitching
rosebud. Finally he wormed his talented tongue deep into my ass, savouring
the taste and smell. He ate like a man on death row having his last meal.

"Hand me the dildo from my bag," he said.

I'd nearly forgotten the sports bag that he'd casually tossed into a corner
but reached forward, unzipped it and looked inside. This guy had come
prepared .

"Eeerr, which one?" I asked.

He had about six dildoes of various sizes, an assortment of buttplugs,
ropes, tit clamps . this guy was a walking sex shop!

"The biggest one," he said before burying his tongue back into my ass and
sucking madly.

The 'biggest one' proved to be about 16 inches long and 9 inches around. I
was pretty proud of what I could shove up my ass but this was more of a
challenge than I was hoping for .

"I don't think ." I began.

Big Bastard roared with laughter.

"Not for you!" he said, grabbing the huge dildo. "Get up on the bench, on
your back. I haven't finished eating you out."

I got into position on the wooden bench seat and watched in awe as he set
the dildo down on the ground and lowered himself, still grinning, down on
top of it.

"Aaaaaw, fuck!" he yelled. "That's better! Now, where the fuck were we?"

He must have ridden that fuckin dildo for half an hour while snuffling and
snorting in my asshole, fucking me with his tongue without ever stopping.

Finally he asked, "Y' wanna cum?"

"Fuck yes!" I screamed.

With the dildo still plugged deep inside him, he moved up some and started
to blow me. With all that build-up, I came nearly straight away. As I
bucked into his face, blowing a huge lode of cum into him, he reached
behind him and pulled the dildo out of his well worked hole. He held some
of my cum in his mouth and spat it on the dildo before working it into his
mouth, sucking off his own ass juice and my cum.

I spun myself around and took his cock into my mouth, slowly licking under
the heavy foreskin to get at all that delicious pre cum . He reached down
with one hand and grabbed the back of my head ramming his fat cock down my
throat. I reached behind him and stuck 3 fingers roughly into his ass. He
took as much of the dildo as he could in his mouth and came in great spurts
with a load so big that I lost some of it down my chin as he fucked my
face.

"Thanks, man" he said, still grinning.

I left him lying on the piss-soaked floor, sucking on the dildo, and walked
outside to see who might be lurking in the bushes.

*

There was a great maze of pathways amongst the trees and bushes. There were
occasional clearings where Dan had placed picnic tables . but the picnics
that went on there weren't exactly the sort of thing that you'd invite your
Aunt Lucy to .

I walked into the bush a little ways and found one of my favorite spots,
just off one of the paths. It had a tree with a limb just right for sitting
and listening and watching after your eyes adjusted to the night. The moon
was nice and full so this took no time. I sat down, leaned back and fired
up another joint.

As I sat there listening to the night sounds, calmy stroking my semi-hard
cock and enjoying my smoke, I could pick out the grunts and groans of
sexual encounters. Obviously some guys hadn't headed straight for the Bog
but had wandered off into the bushes instead. I wondered vaguely if Maori
Guy had ended up in the bushes . the memory of his hot little ass got my
own hole twitching so I decided to see what I could do about it .

I headed for one of the picnic table clearings, stripped naked and
waited. Before long, I heard footsteps so I bent over the table, my ass
towards the path .

The footsteps stopped and I felt a hand on my ass. I was still hot and
loose for Big Bastard's expert rim job - not to mention high as hell! The
stranger inserted a questing finger into my slippery hole.

"Fuck me, man!" I moaned as he sought out my prostate.

"Hot ass." murmured the Stranger.

I heard him unzip then felt him lining up his cockhead with my rosebud. My
ass puckered trying to suck his meat into my hungry ass. I bent over more
and reached behind me spreading my ass cheeks for his hard cock. He shoved
in to the root in one thrust, causing me to gasp in pain and pleasure. This
was a guy who didn't believe in subtlety - he wanted to fuck and that's
what he was gonna do.

And that was fine by me ..

Tears ran down my cheek as I reached into my jeans pocket, pulled out my
little brown bottle and took a deep whiff. As the buzz hit me I opened up
even more for his cock - a cock just right for my first fuck of the night;
long and slim. He began to pull out very slowly and then ram into my hungry
ass full force. With each drill of his cock I let out a whimper of
joy. This was going to be fun.

I could feel his balls banging against mine and I pushed back, shoving my
ass into his thrusting crotch. I wanted to give him all of my man cunt. He
took control, grabbing my hips and thrusting into my ass, pounding with
heart stopping madness. He rammed into me with the full force of all of his
weight as I opened my fuck chute for those long deep strokes. My ass-ring
was grasping his cock, milking it like a hungry baby suckling at a mothers
teat. I felt him tense up and his cock expanded, his balls big and full of
cum banged against my ass. I leaned back into his thrusting pelvis.

"Nnggaaaarrrr!!"  he yelled.

"Fuck yeah!" I screamed. "Rip my fuck hole up!"

"Aaaaw, fuck," he moaned as he gently pulled out. "Hot ass, boy. Fuckin'
hot ass ."

He zipped up and strode off into the darkness. By this time I was wet with
sweat and burning up with desire. I was vaguely aware of cum seeping out of
my asshole . and also aware of a few other guys standing around who had
just witnessed the previous scene.

I took another snort of poppers, wiggled my ass around and felt another
cock slide into my hole. This one was not as long but was way thicker than
the first, a big bull of a cock. I reached behind me to feel the body of my
new fucker and found a real bull of a man. Just how I like 'em, big, strong
and full of cum. I'd been opened deep by the first guy and now I was going
to be opened wide.

My fucker reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart for his thick root,
as he did so some of the cum ran out of my ass to lube his growing cock. It
felt about as big around as a coke can and I felt stretched to the max. He
bucked into my ass forcing my ass to open taking the thicker root of his
cock, opening me up like the slut that I am. He jerked all over and I
tightened my ass, trying to to milk his cock. It was so big that it took
all my concentration but, expert whore that I am, I got a good vice grip
around that coke can cock and milked it good.

"Fuck!" he bellowed, thrusting deep. "That ass is stinkin' hot!"

I was in pig fuckin heaven.

"Aaw, yeah, fucker!" I hissed. "Pound my fuckin' hole! C'mon! screw me like
the bitch pig that I am!"

He gave me one last bang and came in great hip thrusting madness, his body
jerking, screaming with pleasure.

He tore his cock out of my spasming hole leaving me suddenly empty and
desperate for more.

"Nasty bitch," he muttered as he zipped up and walked away.

I was close to being spent, but I needed more cock. I eased up off the
picnic table, turned to face the pathway and saw five more guys standing
there, all stroking their dicks. Well, what's a slut to do?

I bent over before the first guy and took his long uncut dick into my
mouth. He was oozing precum having just watched me being fucked and I
slurped it up before jamming his hog way down my throat.

Another guy came up from behind and began to roughly fuck me with a long
hard cock , rocking me back and forth on the cock in my mouth.

"Spit-roast," I chuckled to myself, remembering Big Bastard's phrase as
spit drooled down my chin.

The other guys came in close and I grabbed a cock in each of my free hands,
jacking them off while another guy got underneath me and started sucking
furiously on my dick.

The guy fucking me was going nice and slow, grinding his hips from side to
side while he was in me to the hilt with what must have been 8 inches of
meat. I realized that one of the guys I was jacking was starting to cum so
I pulled off the uncut guy and took him deep, eating every drop of cum,
sucking him dry with my expert mouth. Then I went back to my uncut guy,
taking long slow strokes of his dick deep down my thrat then pulling back
and working his knob. He soon bucked and grabbed the side of my head
feeding me a long drink of hot man juice. He pulled out of my mouth with a
pop and I went to work on the other guy I was jacking off.

His cock was about 6 inches - but thick with a massive mushroom head and a
PA. I could tell from the taste of his cock that he had been fucking. I
just fuckin' love that taste of ass juice on a hot cock! He rammed deep
into my mouth, over and over, horny from all the sex he had been watching.

The guy fucking me suddenly smacked my ass and started rabbit-fucking me,
screaming wildly as his cum lode built up. I felt my own balls tighten and
gave myself over to the pleasure of a fuckin' intense orgasm. The guy under
me moaned as I exploded down his cock sucking throat, the guy fucking me
forcing the cum out of my cock with every thrust.

"Yeah! Fuck his face!" yelled the man fucking me. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum!!"

"Cream his fuckin' ass, dude," groaned my face fucker. "I'm nearly fuckin'
there! Aaaaw fuck!! Eat my cum you cum hungry bitch!"

Bitter-sweet hot cum flooded my mouth. He was gagging me on his cock as he
thrust in down my throat, forcing me to drink all of his hot load. As he
punched into my throat I was forced back onto the cock in my ass and the
guy behind me came, pinning me between the two of them. I was a fuckin' cum
sandwich!

There were laughs, a slap on my arse and everyone disappeared into the
night.

As I headed back to car I saw Big Bastard easing a huge butt plug up the
arse of a sweet little Indian boy and Maori Boy leaning in the entrance of
the Bog, toking on a joint.

I hadn't seen Dan tonight.

Odd.

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