Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 13:34:40 -0700 From: Clay Bottom <clay.bottom@yahoo.com> Subject: Picked Up a Hitcher 20 Picked Up a Hitcher 20 Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. This is a work of fiction and fantasy involving dangerous situations and unsafe sex meant to be entertaining but not copied in real life. Author's note: I plan to wrap this story up in the next 3 or 4 chapters and bring Chris's story to a good ending point. Thanks to all the readers who have given me story ideas. The ideas made Chris's story much more exciting. I love to hear from men who read my stories. I live in Memphis. I would especially love to hear from readers in the Memphis area. The day after I was gang banged in OT Park, I was sore and depressed. My wife had left me. Mark, my best friend (now Master), had bailed on me the night before when I needed him. A stranger had breed me like a dog in OT park then left me to be used by his buddies and every other horny dick still awake in midtown. I was a hole to be used and the worst part was, I got off on it. Now I was paying the price with a sore boypussy and throat. I did not hear from Mark, Morgan, or Ricky for the rest of the weekend. My holes needed the rest, but by Monday morning I was horny again and wanting cock again. As expected, I got a job offer from Mark's company. The offer was quite a bit more money than I was making at my old job and that made me feel good. After I gave notice at my old job, "my shit for brains" boss tried to make me feel guilty for quitting. When that did not work, he just treated me like shit. I did not care; I just tied up loose ends and looked forward to the new job. I meet Morgan every night after work to work out at the YMCA. Nothing sexual anymore, just a workout buddy. Still being near him made me horny. Every day I went without busting a nut or sex of any kind made me want Morgan's cock more. The smell of his sweat after a workout was a drug to me. By Friday I would have blown him in the showers with everyone watching without hesitation if he had given the order, but he didn't. I knew he owned at least one pussyboy and picked up real women too, so I was not that interesting or exciting for him. I was hoping that I would be servicing him often once we started working together. After all, I would be right there and who doesn't need stress relief at work? I had not seen or talked with Mark all week till the following late Friday afternoon. He quit using my holes as soon as he found a real pussy that was an even sluttier than me. After everything I had done and everything Mark and Morgan had done to me, I found it hard to imagine Mark now owned a sub woman that was sluttier than me, but he said he had. He did say right from the start he was straight, so I should not have been surprised or disappointed that he preferred a woman over me, but I was. But we would be working together soon, and I was sure Mark would not ignore his little buddy, even if the attention I would get would be painful, degrading, and humiliating. When Mark came by my place on Saturday, he was in a nasty mood. It was nothing I had done, but I would end up trying to fix the problem and paying with my body. Mark had been to the casinos at Tunica and lost. Since his divorce, money was always tight for Mark, so this was a problem. I offered to give him the money for his car payment but he laughed. Mark "You're getting a divorce in TN like me. You may not know it yet, but you are so screwed. By now, your wife's lawyers may have frozen your bank accounts pending a preliminary settlement and alimony allotment. You don't have extra cash for me or anyone else. I'm surprised she is letting you live in your own house." Me "Her note said it would be a 50/50 split and a no contest divorce." Mark "Dream on. The cunt will bleed you dry. In TN, the man is always assumed guilty and the cunt is assumed to be the poor helpless injured woman who has to be financially taken care of. After she talks with a lawyer, the bleeding will start. But you can help me out. You made some fast cash at the hotel in Dallas. I do not know anyone in a Memphis hotel who can pimp you out like a high class whore, but you made $100 bucks blowing those 5 teenagers in the Dallas hotel. I'm going to put an ad on Craigslist offering dudes a chance to face fuck you through your private glory hole in the garage. Donation required." Me "I don't have a glory hole. I've never even used one. Giving or receiving" Mark "You'll have one before morning and you'll get used through it all day tomorrow." I have good tools and I also had the lumber left over from other projects, so it did not take too long to build what Mark had in mind. It was more than a simple jagged hole in plywood in my garage. He wanted an oval slot long enough to comfortably take a man's junk no matter how short or tall the man. The hole was sanded smooth then covered with padding and cloth "for my comfort" he said. The unusual part of the design was two narrow slits that ran parallel to the main hole and one foot away from the main hole. There were hooks off to the side too. I had no idea what this was about till Mark's cock made a madden voyage through my new glory hole. Mark tied two leather straps to a dog collar around my neck. He made me slide the ends of the straps through the narrow slits in the wood. I still did not get it till he yanked the leather leashes and jerked his puppy's face to the glory hole. A few wraps around the hooks finished the job of trapping my face and lips at the hole for fucking. I could see Mark's cock begin to grow in his tight jeans as he looked down at my surprised and helpless face. His cock was half hard when he pushed into the hole and my mouth. He was rock hard and fucking the hole and my face like pussy less than a minute later. 8 inches of almost beer can thick cock was choking the air out of me. I used my hands to try to push off and get some breathing room. It did not work and Mark did not take it any easier on me. I could feel the wooden booth shake from the force of his hips hitting the padded surface. "Stop struggling. You might break the straps. I'll have to tie your hands behind your back before the men use you tomorrow. Just keep your lips tight and keep gaging on my meat. Your throat feels awesome when you're gaging on my cock. FUCK YEA! GAGGING THE FAG!" I could not stop struggling, but he was excited by this new way to brutally face fuck me, and he shoot a stream of jizz down my throat before I puked or passed out. Mark slept in my bed that night. I loved his muscular arm wrapped around me and the feel of his hairy chest pressed against my back. Going to sleep in this almost tender way was strange right after taking his brutal face fuck . About 4 AM he woke up with a hardon and used me to service his wood. I woke up as he pulled my hair and pushed my face to his rock hard cock. He humped my head with short fast stokes for about 3 minutes then stopped without getting off. This was not how it was supposed to work and I did not know if I should try to finish in off or quietly back off his cock and let him sleep. I just let his fat cock head soak in my warm mouth for about 5 minutes not knowing what to do. "Good dick leach, won't let go of my dick till she is feed. My faggot waiting patiently with my dripping cock in her mouth like a pacifier. You're a good fag bitch. Squat and ride me now." He sounded half asleep but his fat cock was fully awake. Only the first inches were wet with my spit, so sinking my ass down the 8" length of his wide cock hurt like hell. I whimpered but did not stop. I wanted to fuck myself on this masculine big man's cock. He let me do all the work. By the dim light, I could look down at his handsome face and see the pleasure my hole was giving him. I long dicked myself at slow steady pace for about 2 minutes before he grunted and flooded my hole with his jizz. I climbed off his hips and licked the cum off his dick. "Tight ass takes my cock and cum whenever I want. Good hungry fagot goes asshole-to-mouth and gets every drop of my load in her." 30 seconds after saying this he was snoring and I was wide awake and so very horny. Early the next morning Mark posted this ad. Discreet Private Glory Hole You deserve an awesome blow job. Your wife or gf won't deep throat and swallow? Then use my sub. Great head and will swallow every drop of your load. Sub will be tied to the hole, so fuck his throat any way you want and hard as you want. Sub is clean, attractive, hwp, ddf, 35. Very discreet private entrance to GH in a dark room with porn playing. Blow & Go or Pump & Dump. Age race and body size not an issue Pics not required but a small donation is required. You need to get off and you deserve the best. Pics of the fuck holes available Mark was quickly disappointed with the responses to the ad. Most of the guys were not serious. They just wanted to swap dirty e-mails and see pics of my ass, cock and face. The 1st guy to actually show up was supposed to be 50 mwm with a swimmers build and 8" cock. I never saw his face, but I think he was actually closer to 60, skinny with a thin 5" cock. I only had to wait in the booth for about 5 minutes for him to show. The guy was nervous and in a hurry. He slipped a $20 though the convenient slot and pulled his manhood out of his fly. Not sure if it was my sucking skills or the porn he was watching, but he unloaded in my mouth in 3 minutes or less. The dude did tell the truth about one thing. He shot a huge thick 5 day load in my mouth. Mark left me tied up with my face pulled to the GH for more than an hour before the next man came by. This dude must have lived close by. He was wearing running shorts and had obviously been jogging. From what I could see, the man had a lean toned body. He also had a big pair of hairy nuts and a 7" cut cock. His cock tasted like salt and smelled the way a man should. The dude let me suck on the head and lick for a minute or two before he started moving his hips. I had had a lot of practice lately and took him down my throat without much choking. Like the 1st guy, he did not last too long and he shoot several forceful spurts into my mouth. "Fuck I needed that. I can't study when I horned up. This was the stress release I needed. It's great having a cock sucker and glory hole close by now. Sometimes I've need a release so bad I went to the Paris book store booths but you'll get all my business and extra cum now." I'd just blown one of the jocks from Rhodes College. I'd seen these studs running in the neighborhood and lusted for their cocks lots of times. Now one of them had just paid me $20 to suck him off. I would gladly have paid him for the privilege. That was it till late Sat evening. Mark and I watched football and waited. Late that afternoon an overweight dwm with a small uncut cock used my mouth for a fast blow-n-go. Mark was very frustrated with the response, but it was not surprising. Who wants to pay for a cock sucker when so many fags are giving BJ for free? Besides, football was on. Sunday was a little better. A surprising number of married men wanted a fast discreet BJ on the way to church or Home Depot. 5 new customers and the Rhodes jock came back and brought a friend. The Rhodes guy was a lot more aggressive fucking the glory hole and my face with his buddy watching. His buddy had lean flat abs and a very hairy red crotch. His cock shaft was snow white with a huge purple head. There was a lot of trash talk about the cum sucking faggot as they took turns in the hole. The action lasted longer that way since they had time to cool down when not fucking my face. I loved every inch of it and every thick salty drop I swallowed. The only other really memorable cock I serviced that day was a BBC. I was surprised since a hung in-shape young black man could sell cock on CL or get any number of free bottoms, so why pay for head? His cut cock was not the biggest I had ever swallowed, but was close (the biggest belonged to a Tiger baseball player in Dallas). The very thick dark pink head felt like silk under my tongue. He made a constant stream of precum in my mouth as I sucked and licked the head and first 2 inches of his dark shaft. When he bucked his hips forward, I started to choke. That's when I figured out why he was willing to pay $20. "Fuck Yea White boy! Choke bitch. Want to hear you choke. I don't give a shit if you puke or not. Going to rape that throat a breed it. Love hearing a fag choke. Even if you pass out, I'll keep fucking that face and nut in you. Bitches and fags never want to take all I got, but you got no choice. FUCK Balls DEEP in your tight throat. YOU CAN'T GET AWAY!!! You just FUCKING TAKE MY DICK!" I did not pay attention to anything else he said. I was too busy coking, trying to jerk my head free of the glory hole and trying to suck in air when his cock head was in my mouth. The angle was bad and I'm sure my teeth scraped his cock, but he did not seem to notice. I was crying. Snot ran down my face and onto his cock then into my mouth. My chin was covered with slobber and some puke when the man finally started to cum. He coated my throat with jizz from the bottom of my throat all the way to my lips. His juice ran out of my mouth as he continued to long dick my face till every drop of his load and been milked out. I looked as disgusting as I felt when Mark let me loose. I took a long hot shower after I cleaned up the cum and slobber off the booth floor. Mark was gone when I got out of the shower. I was grateful he did not want a BJ before he left. Part of the weekend had been exciting and fun, the last part was anything but fun, but I made enough money to make his car note, so I was OK with it. The Rhodes jock used the glory hole and my mouth or almost every day. He had an almost endless amount of stress and jizz to relieve to keep his GPA high. I fantasized about him and a dozen ofhis jock buddies using me for stress relief during finals week. Young handsome jocks going ATM on me till all their stress and cum was drained. Mark let me keep the cash I made from him. He thought I would need every cent. Other than that, I just got some needed rest. That was good since Morgan was having a poker party on Sat. Every man at the table had to bring a sub as the price of admission, so I knew it would be a lot more perverse than penny ante poker.