Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2011 20:15:45 -0600
From: sam <hargy@cox.net>
Subject: Gotta Get Away

The city had just been closing in on me of late, and I realized that if I
didn't get away, somewhere, anywhere, then I'd soon end up in a rubber room
somewhere, singing harmony with those "voices", lol.
Ya, I know. It sounds trite, but sometimes, you just absolutely have to just
get out, take a break, and unwind a bit if you have any hope of forging ever
onward.
That's where I was that particular day, and since I had a week of vacation
coming, the time was now!
I wasn't at all sure where I was headed, but that really didn't matter so
much as just not being here.
I tossed in my basic camping gear, threw my kayak on top of the car, and
just headed off in the general direction of the Ozark mountains.
Aside from being borderline neurotic from the general state of things in my
life, I was also so fucking horny I couldn't function right. While I knew
that being alone in the deep woods wouldn't even come close to all the kinky
shit I was craving, at least I might be able to find a really deserted place
to pitch camp, where I could at lease wander naked in the woods, spank my
monkey whenever I felt the urge, and work on my all over tan.
It took most of a day to even get deep into the Ozarks, and as I navigated
one winding, deserted, roller coaster road after another, I truly had no
idea just where I was, much less where I was going.
Soon, it was too dark to possibly enjoy the drive, so I pulled off at the
first wide spot, and caught a couple of hours of sleep in my car.
As the sun was just popping up over the ridge to the East, I was just
popping out've the car in dire need of something wet to drink, I couldn't
help but notice the incredible spot I'd accidentally picked to overnight at.
I was really high up, at some sort of scenic overlook spot, and below me was
one of the famous, meandering, crystal clear Ozark rivers. From my elevated
perch, I could just make out a clearing several hundred feet below, where
the river passed on one side, wandered about a mile in a big, sweeping turn,
and then passed by again on the other side.
WOW! If I could make it to that spot, I could put my kayak in on one side,
and float all the way around the bend, and then take it out again with in a
hundred yards of where I put it at.
Needless to say, I made a bee line too that distant spot, or at least tried
too..
As it happened, it wasn't at all easy to get too. I had to pull my car off
to the side of the road, and portage in all of my gear nearly a mile. But
OMG what a magnificent spot.
I was exhausted, dripping with sweat, and already craving a long, cold dip
in the beautiful little river.
I basically just dumped my gear, immediately stripped off all of my clothes,
and waded in to my waste.
Dam that was cold, brrrr. My nuts & cock where shriveling faster's worms at
a fishing retreat.
But ohhhhh that cool water was just heaven.
In fact, I saw no reason not to just lay out a huge beach towel, and let the
sun dry my naked body, slowly, peacefully, just as I'd hoped. So, that's
just exactly what I did. Ummm, just what the doctor ordered, ahhh.
In fact, it was so peaceful and relaxing, that before I knew it, I'd
actually dozed off there in the clearing, buck naked, and soaking up the
warm sun.
I have no idea how long I'd laid there, when suddenly I was awakened by
noise. It was a sharp, scraping noise, like something being dragged over
rocks.
I was still really groggy, but sat up, and looked around to see just what
had intruded onto my secluded beach.
Well, guess what? It was something being drug over gravel. It was a man in a
kayak, who'd apparently floated down the river, and stopped on my gravel bar
to take a break.
He was fairly young, I'd guess maybe twenty or so, dark hair, swimmers build
 wearing short shorts and sneakers, and walking straight towards me.
Well, I hadn't yet unpacked, and the only clothes handy were dirty, sweaty,
and basically disgusting , so I offered him the truth as my defense, and
said "hello. I hope my nakedness doesn't offend you. I just arrived, and
don't yet have any clean clothes unpacked".
As he approached, I could see his eyes taking in my nakedness, tip to toes.
And unless I read his gaze wrong, his took just a bit of extra time
assessing my semi hard, 8" cock, my flat tummy, blond pubic bush, muscular
torso, and precociously spread legs. And even though I could tell that he
didn't mean too, he failed to totally suppress a bit of a grin. He saw that
I'd noticed his grin, and then just busted out laughing.
He took a step back, and replied, I'm sorry, but the irony in what you just
said was just too dammed funny.
No, I absolutely won't let your being buck naked bother me a bit, so long as
you won't let my being gay, and suddenly horny, bother you.
At that, I also just busted a gut laughing, reached out my hand in greeting,
and said "OK, let's start over. My name is Sam, I'm gay too. At that, all
the tension of the moment just evaporated, and I dug into my pile of gear,
pulled out a chair, offered it to him, and said "if you can give me just a
minute to find it, I can also offer you a cold beer to enjoy from that
chair"
He grinned huge, slipped out've his short shorts, plopped into the offer
chair, and said "Sam, my name is Chad, and I'm dammed glad to make your
acquaintance. I'll not only gladly accept your offer, but if you don't mind,
I'll also impose on you to share your au natural gravel beach for a bit, and
we can work on our tans together."
Needless to say, my eyes were glued to everything that the removal of those
shorts exposed, and I dam sure wasn't disappointed. If I thought he looked
good wearing those shorts, he looked absolutely delicious out've them, GRRR.
My first thought was, how did he manage to keep that huge, thick, meaty cock
in those tiny shorts? I had always considered my 8" cock nicely proportioned
 but his made mine look like a gherkin in comparison. And from the way it
was growing, either it was just glad to be free, or Chad was liking
something about me too.
If fact, his cock sprung to rigid attention so fast, that he was actually a
bit embarrassed. He asked, may I borrow a beach towel to lay on, and I'll
try not to burrow too deep while I wait for this unexpected woody to ease up
some? At that I busted out laughing, and said back to him, "Chad, this is a
totally impromptu escape on my part. I just hopped in my car, drove forever,
and honestly don't even have a clue exactly where I am. And probably the
main reason I did it, was because I was, and still am, so fucking horny that
I can't see straight. And suddenly, you pop in, and show me the most
gorgeous cock I've seen in years, dangle it in front of me like a T-bone in
front of a putt bull, and then ask if you can borrow something of mine to
make it go away. No fucking way guy, lol. Please, at the very least let me
enjoy looking at it, fantasizing about all the things I'd love to do with it
 or more precisely have it do to me. Hell, just the kinky fantasies I'll
have while admiring it will make your visit an absolute joy.
The instant I spoke the word "kinky", I saw him suddenly sit up just a bit,
and turn towards me in heightened interest.
Hmm, he said. Just what kind of Kinky thoughts does perusing my hard cock
cause you to have?
I thought for a moment, and replied. Chad, normally, I'd be very reluctant
to discuss my kinks openly. But, since I'm a gazillion miles from home, and
since about the only downside I can imagine is that you might not let me
take that gorgeous cock of yours deep into my throat and use my mouth &
tongue to release all that tension in it, what the hell. I might as well
reveal my kinky cravings.
Actually, they've been nearly an obsession of late. I suppose that's what
being really horny, and doing without, can cause.
But, basically, I'm a socially assertive, but secretly unbelievably
submissive, closet bondage slut, that absolutely craves being bound,
blindfolded, and just fucking raped, HARD!
Ya, I know. And if that's not kinky enough, I'm also really wanting to
explore water sports, BIG TIME, eat out some tight, pink ass holes, and if
the opportunity ever presented itself, I'd absolutely just fucking love to
be bound, blindfolded, and literally gang raped, but 10 or 12 hard cocks,
without ever even seeing their faces.
As soon as I'd finished saying that, I pretty much expected Chad to politely
thank me, and ease on out've camp. But he didn't!
Instead, he just smiled. It was a big, somewhat wicked smile. And then, he
rolled over onto his stomach, spread his legs, and said to me, "talks cheap
slut. But if you really mean it, eat my ass".
At this, he grabbed a second towel, rolled it up, and slid it under his
stomach to gently arch his back, raising up his hips and exposing his open
crotch, including a hot, pink, puckered little butt hole that was making my
tongue hard already.
I had all day, so there was no need to hurry. I gently caressed his inner
thighs as I eased my face down into his ass, letting my warm breath tease
his delicate taint & butt hole. I then probed gently between his butt cheeks
with my hungry tongue.
Instantly, I could feel him tensing a bit, and drawing in his knees to
further present me his exposed, and absolutely hungry ass.
I firmly grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spread them wide apart, and
slipped my tongue just as far up that tight, throbbing sphincter as I could
probe. Then, I eased it back out, and just rimmed, tickled, and teased that
delicate tissue for several, wonderful minutes. The cooing, ohhhing, and
UMMMM, noises made it absolutely clear that he was just loving every lick.
Then , I again forced my tongue up his butt, this time even further than
before, perhaps a full inch or so. I kept it there one long moment, then
gently withdrew it. Then again I thrust in my tongue, this time just a bit
deeper yet.
With this thrust, I finally started actually tasting that first somewhat
rank, then sensually musky taste of another man's ass.
Unless you've actually done it, there's really no way to fully describe it.
You get the faint whiff of excrement, along with sweat, saliva, any
available lube if you have it. Since we were just using my saliva, his ass
was basically all I smelled and tasted, and I was just loving it!
I was just burying my mouth & face up his taught, hot ass, and shoving in my
tongue into it for all it was worth.
If it's even possible to physically pound another mans ass with your tongue,
then that's what I was doing to Chad. And from that position, his rock hard,
throbbing cock was showing me just how much he was loving it.
After what was probably ten minutes, but seemed like an hour, my tongue was
just exhausted, and I had to slowly back away, roll over, and sigh.
As I did, I felt his muscles also relax, and he laid back down flat on his
stomach, then slowly rolled over onto his back, sending his enormous
erection wobbling straight towards the sky.
He looked at me and grinned, then said "you do realize that your entire face
is now covered with what appears to be dried saliva, with maybe a few flecks
of shit in your mustache?
At that, I also grinned, and said, "so"? I fucking loved eating your ass,
and if all of my kinks are as hot as that was, I may never go back home.
At that, he just grinned, and said, "well you little slut, don't get to
relaxed, because you'll get more chances to eat my ass again, soon. But
first, I know that I really need to take a huge piss. Ya, I also remember
you saying you are curious to explore water sports, but I also know that if
you haven't tried it before, the very first time you do, you'll puss out the
minute you get that taste in your throat. If not for that, I'd help you by
pissing all over your head, and into your mouth.
I'd also perked up at the mention of his sudden need to piss, but I'd never
before heard of the "pussing out the first time" thing.
I told him, wow, I'd never even pondered that. Honestly, it really is
something I really do want to experience. Hopefully en mass.
He though a bit, and then shook his head, and said, naw, I just know you'd
change your mind the minute it hit your throat, and then you'd immediately
want to stop everything.
I'm sure he noticed the disappointment in my expression. He then added. I'm
really sorry Sam, if you knew of some way that once we started, you couldn't
back out, then I'd be happy to flood your throat with my warm piss. But, if
you have any ideas, they'd better come fast, cuz I need to pee.
I grinned, and said, Chad, wanna tie me up first, so I have absolutely no
choice but to just endure whatever you do to/with me?
He pondered that a bit, scratched his chin, and said hmmm, that just might
be an option. Do you have any rope?
I beamed with pride, and said "you betcha", and quickly pulled out about 50
feet of 1/4" diameter, braided nylon rope, and a long, silk scarf. Here I
offered, choose your poison.
He took them both, examined each, then started looking around our little
clearing for just the right spot in which to initiate me to golden showers,
and a warm piss gargle.
At the edge of the clearing was a downed tree, about 8" in diameter. A bare
section of tree trunk ran parallel to the ground for about 6 feet. It was
about 30' above the ground, with long, soft grass below.
He instructed me to kneel in front of that tree, with the horizontal trunk
section right against my stomach.
I was excited, and naturally did exactly as I was told to do.
He then took the braided rope, and securely tied it to both of wrists,
pulled them out straight from my sides, and tied them off to adjacent trees.
Just as he was finishing, it dawned on me just what a helpless, totally
deserted, defenseless and vulnerable position I'd just let myself me coerced
into.
Given the way he had me bound, there was absolutely no way in hell I'd be
able to free myself should I decide I needed too.
That's also when I suddenly heard a totally new, wicked, scary tone in his
voice.
He moved directly in front of me, cackled wickedly, and said right to my
face, "you're my total fucking cunt now slave. You're gonna lick my ass
clean when I shit, drink my piss like a toilet, suck my cock whenever I feel
like a long, deep blowjob, either swallow, or wear my cum. Also, your hot
little ass just became the public cunt in these parts, available 24/7 for
any hard cock that gets the urge to fuck you up the ass.
As he finished, he just smiled the most evil, wicked grin I've ever seen,
and honestly scared the shit right out've me. Oh my God, what am I in for
now?
As he finished, he picked up the silk scarf, and wrapped it really tightly
around my face, clamping shit both of my eyes, and leaving me totally
blinded.
Then I heard his foot steps wandering around the clearing, followed by a
tree limb breaking. I heard him approach, then a moment of silence, followed
by a totally unexpected, sharp, searing pain across my back.
He used a downed tree limb to make a switch, and was now proceeding to whip
my naked, helpless body.
Each successive lash stung like gasoline in an open wound, eeewwwwyyyy, dam
that hurt!
Whack, whack, whack, whip, whip, lash, again, and again. He whipped my back
a bit, then worked his way down to my bare ass, where he seemed to delight
in making me jump, wince, and try futily to avoid his brutal lashings.
Then, as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped.
Then he said in a very serious, deliberate voice. Sam, you should by know
that you are absolutely dependent on me. You are so far out in the sticks
that If I don't choose to release you, your body might never be found, and
you'd die in no time out here, all bound up like this.
The point I'm making is, until I choose to untie you, you had better do
EVERYTHING I say, EXACTLY as I command you to do, or else! If I tell you to
suck my cock, and you decide to bite down on it, I'll cut your throat, and
leave ya here. And if I want my ass rimmed, boy, you rim it, ya'hear?
Still feeling the zinging sting his whipping across my back and ass, I very
deliberately replied, yes sir. I do understand, and I will do everything you
command to the very best of my ability.
Silence. Then, I felt him grabbing a full handful of my longish, blond hair,
firmly pull my head forward a bit, and just hold it there. Then I felt it,
slap, slap, whap. He was cock slapping my helpless face with his semi hard
cock. Then he stopped, and commanded me, lick the head bitch!
Still holding a full hand full of my hair, he positioned his cock just close
enough to my mouth to allow me to get the helmet in my mouth, but no more.
He stopped as I started gently licking the underside of his thick, cut cock.

In fact, it was large enough in diameter to nearly fill my mouth, ummm. I
have to confess, I absolutely love sucking men's cocks, so if this is the
worst, I actually might like this.
But, it wasn't the worst. Not even close!
Without warning, he abruptly used that hand full of hair to viciously jam
the full length of his huge cock all the way down my throat. UGHHH. He
clamped down on my head, and just held it there, absolutely gagging me,
totally unable to breath. Just as I thought I might pass out, he yanked his
cock out've mouth, spun around, and said to me, good boy. I like the way you
suck that cock bitch! Now, like my ass, again, and this time like you want
it for dinner.
With that, he spun around, spread his butt cheeks as wide as he could, and
backed his ass into my face.
I was totally blinded by the scarf, and had to literally use my tongue to
feel my way to his pink hole
Actually, it wasn't hard to find.
I did exactly as he commanded, using my tongue to literally clean his butt
hole, ream it out, and then continually just probe & lick it as I supposed
him to want.
At one point, as was really getting into this ass licking, he reached behind
him, grabbed my head, and just shoved it hard up his butt, nearly choking me
 With his ass cheeks pulled tightly to my face, it nearly impossible to
breath, much less be his male toilet. But, somehow I managed, and then he
literally shocked the hell out've me.
In my blind, bound, helpless position, I then heard the tones of a cell
phone. What the fuck!
How the hell does he have cell phone service clear out here?
After he'd finished dialing, he spoke into the phone. He said, "hey, Bill.
You'll never guess what I found out here in the woods, and I have it ready &
available just over the North ridge from camp.
I found myself a hot, good looking, well hung city boy, who is both a
bondage slut, and craves being gang fucked and experiencing water sports.
And right now, I have him buck naked, all tied up and blindfolded, and just
waiting for you and everyone you can round up in camp, to pop your viagras,
and haul ass over the ridge for a hot night of serious gang fucking on this
bitch! And Bill, tell everyone to drink lot's of water, k. We wanna give him
a golden urination initiation that he'll never forget! And I can already
vouch for his cock sucking skills. Hurry your asses up, and let's find out
what else he's good at. I'm about to make him squeal!
Hearing that absolutely crushed any thoughts I'd been having of just sucking
Chad's cock, and being released. Christ! It appeared that all of my kinkiest
fantasies were not only going to be realized, but I'd likely experience them
in ways I not only wouldn't enjoy, but very possibly might not even survive.
I honestly had no idea what they might opt to do to, or with me, but if I
ever hoped to get away, I'd dammed sure better not only do exactly as I was
told, but seem to truly like it, and want more. Any other actions might make
releasing me a risk, and if even one of these yokels was of a mind, I could
end up dead, and my body never even found. And no one would ever be the
wiser, and they knew that!
But, before I learned anymore, Chad had plans for right now. He pushed me
forward, leaning me over that 8" diameter, horizontal section of tree, and
started checking out my ass.
He sucked up a mouthful of spit, and spat in into my butt hole. Then I felt
his finger firmly spreading the spit around my tight sphincter, slipping
first one, then two fingers up my ass, probing ever deeper, twisting,
prodding, very deliberately stretching my butt to accommodate his huge cock.

Suddenly, he slid both fingers out've my ass, grabbed my hair, and shoved
them into my mouth, saying lick em clean bitch!
I hadn't taken a shit all day, and suddenly, that seemed very relevant.
There was fresh excrement on his fingers, now in my mouth. Apparently, I
wasn't licking fast enough, as he used his other hand to reach around me,
and grab my dangling balls, and twist. Owweee. I said lick em clean cunt! I
do not care if it's the shit from your ass on my fingers, you lick it off!
And I did.
This was a taste I'd never, EVER, imagined myself sampling. My own shit.
Actually, the taste wasn't as bad as the smell, but in just moments my nose
had moved past that new sensation, and it basically licked off of his
fingers about like peanut butter would. And as it came free, I somehow
managed to swallow it, again.
As I cleaned those two fingers though, my mind started wondering what else
I'd be licking my own shit off of before morning.
After I'd absolutely polished both of Chad's fingers, he slowly dew them
out've my mouth, and then very softly spoke. He whispered into my ear, Sam,
you told me you were absolutely craving this. So far, I haven't done
anything to serious, and absolutely nothing that you didn't want done.
But, unbeknownst to you, there is a clothing optional, gay, men's camp just
over that ridge to the north.
The man I called, Bill, will be arriving soon, with the 10- to 12, hard,
horny cocks, just like you said you were wanting to be gang fucked by.
This is your last chance to quietly change your mind. Do you actually want
to experience this, including all of these guys ravaging you in some kinky
ways you probably never even imagined? If so, just nod in the affirmative,
and I'll proceed to just fuck your brains out, cunt!
Just then, I knew I wouldn't die here, regardless of just what else I might
do, lol.
Plus, dam those fingers had felt soooooo good up my ass, ummm.
I thought some more, then very deliberately nodded yes. Then said to Chad.
Go ahead, FUCK ME BITCH, I can take anything you've got!
Oh My God, what had I done?

There was another moment of silence, again broken sharply be the searing,
sudden pain of a bare hand just brutally slapping my bare ass, whack, whack,
whack.
Had I pissed him off with my comment, eeeooowwwwhh. Dam that hurt.
Just then I heard voices approaching, followed by multiple sets of foot
steps. And lots of ummms, and dams, and oh mys.
Next I felt several sets of hands exploring my naked, blind, bound n
helpless body.
One hand was assessing the weight of my hardening cock by tugging & stroking
on it. Another was teasing my ass hole with his fingertips. Duh, what do you
suppose his next move will be?
Someone else started amusing themselves by clamping onto my nipples, and
viciously pinching & twisting them. As each twist became more vicious than
the last, my wincing and crying out also became more intense. Little did
they know that so did the pleasure, hehehe. I hadn't told them about my
rhino hide nipples, or how excited nipple torture made me. Dam the good luck

Someone was less patient then the rest, and just immediately crammed his
cock into my mouth, and clamped down on my head, steadily face fucking me
like his own, inflatable doll.
And as he did, his moderately sized cock expanded, growing steadily, and
soon totally filling my throat, uuuggghhh.
He didn't care a bit. He was enjoying the warm, wet, mouth & tongue that
were steadily pleasuring his horny cock. He just grabbed me below each ear,
and steadily face fucked me, in, out, in, out, like an ever quickening
metronome in my mouth. I no time at all I felt him tense, stop, shudder all
over his body, then thrust all the fucking way down my throat, and just hold
there, immediately squirting a huge, massive load of warm, chalky cum into
my mouth. I not only felt it erupting in my throat, but I swear I actually
heard it squirt. I flowed up from the base of my throat, totally filling my
mouth and over flowing down my chin.
If I hadn't been able to breath through my nose I'd have drowned in cum. But
he wasn't done. He released a second, slightly less voluminous eruption,
again draining en mass down my chin and running onto my neck & chest. He
squirted twice more, but in much smaller amounts, then just relaxed,
commanding me to gently milk it dry as his satisfied cock slowly softened in
my throat.
Naturally, I did just exactly as I was told, but most of his stored up load
had already been blasted out've his cum filled balls, and was now either
drying on my chest, or still running down my chin. What I could, I swallowed
 And to be honest, that was quite a bit. As strange as this might sound, I
love swallowing a hot load of a man's cum, ummm. This was just erupting into
my mouth faster than I could possibly swallow it.
As it became apparent that he'd been totally milked dry, still he just
relaxed, and kept clamping my head in his hands, filling my throat with his
now limp, but still large cock.
And to be honest, sucking this guy off had taken a bit of time, and I was
wondering why no one had proceeded to start fucking my up the ass yet. I
started to suspect that they were waiting, and watching, but being totally
blind I couldn't yet Devine what they might be waiting for.
The answer came all at once, in a steady stream of warm piss, shooting down
my throat.
He'd kept his cock in my mouth to use it as his urinal after feeding me his
full load of cum.
I was taking it all in my mouth, regardless of whether I wanted too or not.
His cock was already deep in my throat, and he had my head firmly in his
solid grip.
Initially, it was simply a new taste in my throat. A bit salty, perhaps a
mite pungent, but not altogether bad.
It was a warm fluid. Nothing at all like the cold beer I'd had earlier.
I'd honestly been hoping to get someone to piss in my mouth, but somehow I
hadn't quite envisioned that it would happen quite like this.
I quickly became apparent that this guy had a bladder full, and I would be
getting it all.
I did manage to swallow several gulps, but the flow just kept coming, faster
and faster. It was way more than I could keep up with by swallowing. What I
couldn't swallow, overflowed my mouth, and just like his cum before,
cascaded off of my chin and down my naked body.
This eruption of piss from my mouth drew cheers and whoops from the
bystanders.
It sounded like they were really enjoying the show.
Ad as he finally pulled his now drained, and limp dick out've my mouth, the
rotation at my ass commenced.
Thankfully, someone had thought to bring along a tube of lube, and
immediately a felt two fingers of lube being generously applied to my
captive ass hole.
The fingers were basically just shoved up my butt, no gentleness what so
ever. They were then twisted, poked in and out several times, again removed,
and quickly replaced by someone's hard cock.
I'll never know who it was that did me first, but I did hear them make
several references to Bubba, like wait till Bubba rips him open, and "he'll
dam sure know it when Bubba shoves that monster cock of his up his ass".
But whoever this first guy was, he wasn't tiny. And I wasn't yet fully
stretched. I felt a sharp pain as the head of his rock hard cock forced it's
way past my protesting sphincter. And he didn't dawdle to wait for any
stretching to happen either. He just jammed it to the hilt, all the way in,
rearranging my insides as it went up my butt, and then feeling his hips
slamming hard against my ass cheeks with each, hard, successive thrust into
my ass.
That was also when I seriously regretted not having taken a bif crap all day
 My bowel was full, and his cock was making room where little existed, ouch!
His hands were gripping my hips hard, slamming into me from behind.
But, I really couldn't focus on the ass pounding I was taking, because
immediately, another hard cock had rotated into the blowjob position, and
forced it's way into my mouth.
There were two hands digging into my hips facilitating my ass fucking, and
two others firmly latching onto my head, using my available warm, wet mouth
to please, service, and drain their hard cock.
Odd what you think of at a time like that, but just then I was dearly
wishing that somehow these tow men could get into rhythm, and rock me,
instead of pounding me from opposite ends like a piece of meat needing
tenderized.
It also soon became apparent that the men pounding my ass were not using
condoms. You can tell when all that cum erupts inside of you, instead of
into a condom. Plus, I could each successive load oozing out've my ass as
they pull out their cocks, and then slowly drain down my scrotum & balls as
the next stud rotated in behind me.
As I felt the first load oozing down my balls, and the now shrinking cock
being pulled out've my ass, I also could hear him walking around to the
front side of me, and since my mouth had just been vacated by yet another
freshly drained cock, he shoved his into it, and commanded to me, lick all
your shit off of it you worthless, nasty cunt! His cock wasn't hard now, but
it wasn't totally soft yet either. And the smell was unmistakable. There
were seriously large smears of my own shit on his cock, which was now in my
mouth too.
Someone else had already rotated to my ass, and slid in yet one more hard
cock, so I had literally no options but to lick my own shit off the
shrinking cock in my mouth, while someone else grabbed my hips and started
hard fucking me up the ass. Again it was the smell that made it tough to do.
But just like the first time, the smell faded quickly, and it became instead
that oh so enjoyable task of simply sucking another mans cock, umm.
Admittedly, feeling the bits & pieces of my own shit flake off of his dick
and into my mouth was a bit different, but what choices did I have. And
before the evening ended, I'd been forced to suck my shiht off of at least
eight other hard cocks that night. Hmm, who'd of ever imagined it. I guess
it's just like anything else, something you adjust to, and deal with.
Without a doubt, the most trying event was Bubba, literally reaming open my
tight ass, Whoever this guy was, I have no doubt his mama was a horse, or
bigger. OMG was he big. And considering I'd already had six or seven other
guys ahead of him, and was thoroughly stretched already, he must've been a
fucking loaf!
He absolutely wasn't to be denied though, and his cock was easily hard
enough to get er done, even if it meant drawing blood. And I'm not too sure
he didn't do just exactly that. But, eventually, he did blast past my
ripping sphincter, and fill up my insides like a fucking freight train, UGH!
Again, and again, thrusting in and out, pounding and pounding, until
eventually even Bubba let it flow into my ass, ummmm. And then licking his
horse cock clean was another challenge in itself, but since it wasn't my
first, I think I was actually getting good at it by the time Bubba needed
cleaned.
I was actually making a feeble attempt to keep track of just how many hot
loads I'd taken in my ass & mouth, until the pissing started in again.
I would never have imagined just how hard it is to concentrate on what's
happening at your ass, when you have another hard cock fucking you in the
mouth, and someone starts pissing all over your head.
While I fully expected to be pissed on beyond the initial dousing, I'd
somehow assumed that they wait until I'd finished sucking them all off.
Obviously, I was wrong.
Apparently, these men already knew each other intimately, didn't mind being
pissed on as they had their cocks sucked off. And there's no way that at
least some of that gushing piss wasn't also splashing over my shoulders, and
running down my back, onto the men pounding me up the ass.
But if you've ever sucked a cock before, then you know the importance of
being able to breath through your nose as the man meat dives down your
throat.
Well, when one or more men also opt to piss a steady stream or two onto your
face as you suck another mans dick, breath control suddenly becomes critical
 and keeping track of just how many men have rotated in and out've your
helpless, blindfolded butt, just doesn't seem so important anymore.
I did however find the saltiness of the piss irritating as it permeated the
scarf around my head, and seeped into my eyes. Again, not a dam thing I
could do about it, but keep sucking, breathing, and moving my ass to assist
in the milking of each cock up my sore ass.
I rotated my hands so that I could firmly grip the ropes that held me
captive, pulling them in a passionate grasp as each successive load of hot
cum spewed into my orifices and seemingly endless bladders full of warm piss
cascaded over me.
Then, suddenly between blow jobs, and totally unexpectedly, the face fucking
stopped briefly, and someone was thoughtful enough to ask if I was thirsty.
And sure enough, I was incredibly thirsty. I felt a cup placed against my
mouth, and slowly tipped against my thirsty lips. Sure enough, the warm
fluid came rushing into my mouth, but it wasn't water, it was a full cup of
fresh, warm, piss. And this shocked the hell out've me, but as thirsty as I
was, it was good. I gulped down the entire cup full.
Apparently, at that point, everyone who wanted sucked off, already had been,
and the man currently pounding my ass was the last to need drained that way.
He soon finished, blew his load up my butt, pulled out, and disappeared into
the symphony of sounds that made it past my blindfold.
My muscles were screaming in agony from their prolonged immobility, my ass
was screaming it's own song, and even though the cup of piss had been
refreshing, dam a cold beer sure sounded good.
And as I heard what sounded like an entire troup shuffle away into the now
dark woods, I heard the phifff, of a pull tab being popped open. Then I
heard Chad's voice, telling me that yup, that beer was for me, and he
immediately started untying the ropes from my wrists.
As I came free, I basically melted to the ground, stiff, off balance, and
badly disoriented.
He gently removed the silk scarf from around my head, allowing light to
again reach my eyes.
As I quickly assessed my condition, I was a bit shocked at the sheer
quantity of dried cum and the stench of dried piss, totally covering my body
 Apparently, the massive volumes I'd swallowed were just a small fraction
what was squirted either into, or onto, my helpless, naked body.
In short, I was a sticky, stinking mess, yuk.
But, luckily, there was a crystal clear, cold river right there handy, and
Chad and I had some bathing to do.
I might be farting cum and belching both cum and piss for a few days, but
for now at least, no one was gonna keep me from that river
And as unlikely as this might seem, he'd not yet has his turn with me that
night.
Not to worry, I fixed that, ummmm.

Author:
Sam
hargy@cox.net
And yes, this is a huge fantasy of mine, UMM.