Rod

Bowling in New York

Rod and I returned to New York after a fascinatingly wild weekend, which was way more of what the future would look like than I would ever have imagined.

Jamal continued smitten with Rod, and maintained his hold over him even from a distance, with visits going both ways keeping things going as time passed. Jamal also even accelerated in training Rod how to use me, even making sure Rod showed Jamal by phone as Rod shot in me, at least once every single day.

Jamal also expanded his scope of influence. As luck would have it, both Andre and Marc were actually from New York as well, and Jose had relatives there as well. Jamal kept them all under his control, as I supposed I should have expected, as Jamal had Rod set up an online profile, advertising me, which Rod ran with the distant help of Jamal, and with local help from Andre, Marc and others. I had no clue so many of these guys were so well interconnected...

As Rod had Jamal build his list, Jamal also got Rod to start taking me bowling, initially with a team of Andre, Marc, and a couple of their friends, which gradually grew into a two lane evening, ending at Rod’s place, about as anybody could easily guess.

Then Jamal came up with a new plan.

The new plan was that we would start booking every three-day weekend at the same alley, and of course Jamal got Rod to get the manager of the bowling alley in on the whole thing. Our lanes expanded--the set we booked, and the sets that others booked, to the point that we never had fewer than at least three lanes reserved, and more likely four.

My challenge was that I HAD to score a straight gutter balls, and my reward would be that we would meet later for a gangbang where everyone could fuck me until they were totally finished. The one time I inadvertently knocked a couple of pins over I was made to watch the others, so I was bound and determined not to have that ever happen again.  And in fact others would pitch in and roll gutter balls for me as time went by, and almost everyone would pause to make sure I was getting the right score, especially when it had been a while since a three-day weekend. 

It was all a bit curious as I was the only white guy, although a handful of Hispanics, a few Arabs, and even the occasional Asian got added into the mix. Rod ran the thing, as Jamal's puppet, to be honest, and I was ultimately the target. With a growing list of guys who wanted to participate, with Jamal's, and therefore Rod's, main criteria being that each guy had to be 9", or very, very close to it.

As time went by there was also a spillover effect, and Rod ended up with a growing list of guys who wanted to stop by from time to time, more often than not it seemed like early in the morning.  And Rod seemed to be enjoying more and more pumping these big dicks into my throat or ass, as well as playing with them as Jamal directed once I headed off to work and Rod took care of them, under Jamal’s attentive care.  Jamal even showed up from time to time, but for the time being let’s get back to one of the early bowling evenings.

I got home from work early, and Rod was excited to get ready to head off with a couple of the regulars.  Of course Rod dumped in me as soon as I got home, and he made sure that anyone else who wanted to dump in me had their chance before we took the car to the alley.

At the alley that evening our corner lane seemed taken, but we soon saw that four lanes were booked, with us in the second from the corner, and with a good deal of the entire alley taken up by Rod’s crowd.  Some guys were so happy to see us that they had already reserved everything, and the manager was happy as well—especially since he was getting in on the whole thing both financially and sexually at this point.

Andre was running the lane in the corner, and he got Rod to take me to the restroom about as soon as we showed up, when Andre quickly buried his huge tool, as well as two loads, deep in my already leaking hole.  Rod kissed him, and held his thick dick while Andre pissed in my mouth as I licked off his cum-covered dick.

As soon as we walked out others suspected, or at least hoped, what had happened.  I ended up missing my first turn while Andre’s friend Hollis sat back while I blew him at the score table, while Rod rolled my first gutter ball.  The others were all paying attention, at first cheering while the ball went in the gutter, then cheering again as they saw me swallowing Hollis’ load.  All four lanes were becoming even more interactive as others stopped by to say hi, as well as to talk about their expectations for the evening ahead.

And the evening was just starting.