At this point in my life it's hard to remember much more prior to actually meeting Markus, both because it still makes me so horny and scares me. Apart from a couple of really wild stories, and of course including a couple about Markus' black lab and a couple of horses over the years, I really haven't been that wild, although I still cum about three times a day on average almost 30 years later, and as one can imagine that seldom happens because I'm jacking off.
Anyway. Jamar, being the meticulous sex maniac that I guess I inspired (based on comments from Antwon, Greg and others over the years), noted how many loads he counted from everyone before they untied me at the gym: 3 from Greg in my ass, 1 down my throat; 5 from Antwon up my hole, 1 down my throat; and Jamar, never to be beaten at least there: 8 in my ass and 3 in my throat. And Markus had finally threatened to come over if they didn't get moving--so after almost 3 hours they finally started releasing me.
I can still remember finally being released from the ropes that bound me to the benchpress: Jamar and boys massaged my legs back to working order so I could walk, as I worked my arms, with Jamar smiling as he said: 'One nice thing about the sling is that you really won't feel so restrained, baby' as he kissed me, which still made me hard every time his tongue touched mine.
My dick and balls were a different story. That was the one rope they kept from the school--the one binding each of my balls separately and doing God knows what to my dick, although of course meticulous Jamar noted to everyone as he measured me at 11.7 inches. 'Just so no one can ever claim I didn't get me one of the best hung white bois you all will ever meet.' As Antwon noted that Markus had pled with us to leave that on, since we didn't let him in on the event itself.
So they threw the basics back on, sweats and t's, each giving me their briefs 'as souvenirs'. And Jamar threw his hoodie over me, kissing me as he said: 'Oh. We mustn't forget the important thing' as he took the gag that he had used as a buttplug and reinserted it, and rebound it to the mess that that my dick, balls and rope. 'Now hurry, cuz we don't really want you to get arrested for public nudity' as we hurried to his car: 'Plus we need to get to Markus' already.' At which point Antwon and Greg both made laughed and wondered aloud whether they would have much energy to participate, Greg commenting that it would be cool one way or the other, since he was sure even just watching would be a treat.
And then Jamar surprised me again be throwing his keys to Antwon: 'You drive. I'll take care of the more important goods with me in the back' as he turned his hot car over to someone else, and even held the door open for me as we got in together, him whispering how much he loved me as he held me close. And more loudly told Greg and Antwon he thought Markus would be impressed at how well they had all loaded me up.
They both laughed and agreed.
Despite all the crazy thoughts that kept racing through my head, fueled in no small part by the phone calls to Markus from along the way, I was still surprised when we arrived. Nice house. Nice driveway. Nice garage. Very nice bmw. And Markus.
I never would have guessed.
Markus was Mr. Johnson. Late 30's. VERY successful investment banker. Whose car I had actually worked on over the years.
'Markus' was like a movie star to me. Six foot one, maybe 190 pounds. So attractive and so wealthy I would never have dreamed to have even lusted after him over the years, although all sorts of comments hit my head like bricks as we met: how could I have been so stupid.
Markus met us very well dressed, almost scolding us all as his children as he so kindly let us in. I almost wondered if this was some kind of crazy joke, although in retrospect I did notice a couple of strange steel rods he gave to Jamar as he hugged him: 'I understand congratulations are in order for you, young man, which of course means you get the honors as well' with Jamar almost becoming subservient to him as he thanked him. 'You know we've all wondered just how good the prize would be, as well as who would finally get him, although to be honest I did get 100 off his old man--I bet on you a long time ago already.' And that may be the only time in my life I've ever seen Jamar be embarrassed, as he then very kissed me very tenderly: 'Sorry I'm introducing us to you with him such a mess, sir.'
Markus then laughed. 'No need to be formal, you selfish bastards. I just wanted to make sure our treat gets a bit of fun unwrapping things. You are sure he's ready, right?'
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