T-Room Trouble

Doin' Da Dog

Wrapped in those thick arms Jay couldn’t, and wouldn’t, dare challenge his captor holding him stiffly upright, those hips pumping a steady rhythm from behind, punching his dick slowly across yet another set of lips, yet another fist holding that loose sheath of dick skin along his shaft as the head of his dick slipped in and out of that fleshy foreskin, that sensitivity after cumming driving Jay mad.

These grey sharks, still as curious as when he first arrived, circled closer to sample this new chum, reaching out to stroke that snake rising from his crotch and lingering on his long torso, calloused claws pinching at his nipples, Jay staring down in disbelief at the vanishing act as his staff was swallowed to the root.

Jay had never experienced anyone being so ready and willing to lick on his dick, to deep throat it so effortlessly and he was more amazed than anxious and now ready for another go-round, watching as play action oozed silently from those various booths and spread thru that room, shadowy figures moving in tandem to game rules only understood by these players.

“Aaarrrgggghhhh”

That bellowing echoed off those walls, silencing these actors and for that brief moment all action froze in that sudden swoosh as the air was sucked from the room, every head turning toward that booth to witness this new display of bestial dominance.

That trucker squinted up into the dark recess as he continued to shudder, head thrown back in the thrall to some unseen force, hanging onto the tops of the walls either side of that booth, his hips plastered onto this body below him.

Tony legs were spread wide across that toilet throne, crouched low and leaning heavily against that far wall, rocking back and forth to ease that impalement, milking that meat jammed deep in his ass.

With a half step back that trucker’s dick popped out of the hole, a slight shimmer across that wrist thick flattened top, that short length topped by a thick purple head still leaking come, trailing onto the floor.

As that trucker staggered past pulling at his jeans, still growling his satisfaction, Jay’s arms were again pulled tight to his sides in a bear hug by those meaty arms again snug across his chest, pulling him back, lifted and turned effortlessly, his dick pulled free from that fist pumping it like a rubber squeeze toy as it sprang back across his body.

Jay was now aware of how hard he still was, swinging him in an arc back into the booth just behind that body still straddling that toilet, his dick only inches away from those spread buns.

“Nice and slow.” he whispered in encouragment.

He didn’t move until that big beefalo pumped his own hips forward, propelling Jay’s dickhead just inside those fluttering asslips and held him there. That beefalo had planted his own dick snugly under Jay's crotch, that thick bar reaching along the root of his dick and nestling just behind his ballsac, a balance beam he was expected to straddle in this new gymnastic routine he was just learning.

That ass was coated in frosting, apparent in those curly hairs flattened against those small buns, lubed by any number of cum loads, the heat of this velvet glove nothing that Jay had ever experienced.

Suddenly Jay was pulled back slipping from that grip, just as quickly pushed forward but only as deep as his spongy head, his foreskin slipping back with each steady thrust and then quickly covered as he was pulled free, those short hard hip thrusts relentless from this big burly stud holding him from behind set this steady rhythm, continuing until Jay lost count as he punched thru that spasming ring fluttering around his dick.

Jay was now aware that the man had let go of his upper body, had released his own pants and his thick battering ram was still banging against the back of his ball sack, that constant push and pull setting up this steady stroke, gliding that thick dick along the swollen ridge between Jay’s legs.

That dick was thick and long enough that Jay was acting as a human Accu-U-Jac, that precum smearing against the back of his ballsac, his own fear a rivulet of sweat running down his spine and could only hear the squelching of their dicks as he rode those asslips.

“Now.” he commanded.

Jay froze as those arms reached around him, his ham hands pulling these hips backward, watching his pale dick slowly disappear between those slim buns, asslips straining as they spread wider to take that torpedo-shape but just as suddenly pushed off this dick, that ass bouncing and twitching as it was pulled free, Jay staring down as his luminescent log sprang up and out of that tight grip.

“Go for it.” he encouraged Jay.

Those hips were pulled back, a bullseye on that target as if expecting this invader, that full evening of steady abuse keeping that hole primed and in position.

That stiff log between his legs kept him upright, Jay’s arms splayed against the walls of the booth, afraid to move suddenly against that thick battering ram as those hairy arms reached around his waist pulling this bent body at his crotch steadily backwards, tilting and lifting those hips as Jay felt the resistance to his probing dick now so deep inside, molding those guts to take even more of his dick.

Halfway in, those spasming asslips wrapped snug around the thickest part of his dick, Jay closed his eyes imagining that sex toy he had seen in a porn shop window in the Combat Zone, that pink set of buns meant to lay flat against your bed, waiting to be mounted.

“Ride your boy.” he crowed.

That beefalo pushed steadily with his own hips jamming that dickhead hard against Jay’s ballsac, those hands pulling Tony's hips back as Jay slammed the last three inches of his dick deeply to the pubes, grinding his fuckstick as if mixing the cake batter with his Mom for his own birthday cake, sighing in relief after all that toying and teasing.

“Ahh, FUCKKK…..”

That ass began to gyrate, to grind on his dick as Tony shifted his round rump under the onslaught of this trainer, legs shaking as he went up and down on tiptoe, his arms dropping to the wet edge of that porcelain throne, gripping that lip to steady himself for this ride, trying to settle into a position that might not be as painful.

Jay's dick was filling his hole so fully, so deeply Tony flung his head back, that teeshirt wrapped around his head waving like the mane of a stud pony now being saddled, now mounted and trained, hind legs bucking while being broken.

Crouched in the middle of that booth, his eyes clenched under that teeshirt, Tony could not see as that third stud quickly slip past them, stepping onto that porcelain throne, one hand palming his entire head and pushing his face onto that crotch.

Crouched there, Tony’s mouth hung open in a silent howl, this new trainer now cradled his chin in another big hand, laying the head of that dick against the swollen wetness of Tony's lips, that thick spongy head corking his lips forcing Tony to breathe thru his nose.

He could feel that liquid being poured onto the front edge of his tee shirt just as those fume hit his nostrils, and he was forced to inhale those poppers as that dick planted itself over his tongue, those hands holding his head firmly in position.

“Yeah, T-Bone…”

Tony didn’t recognize that low guttural growl, but that was his nickname the Baseball team would chant as he was flashing his dick at them in the High School gym after Varsity practice and, so dizzy from those poppers, so lost in his surrender of being spit roasted by those dicks that he just started to moan.

To Be Continued