The Sprinkler Guy

I jumped again at the three heavy knocks on my front door. It had been two weeks since the sprinkler guy blissfully bred and abused my hole in my kitchen, two weeks since I nakedly ran after him in protest as he told me he'd be back in two weeks... with the crew. I can't deny that I had jerked off to the thought of Marco bringing a colleague or two over with him, but even that didn't quell my anxiety about what could happen. 

In my typical loungewear, today a fit black tank top and short red shorts with my favorite 4” inseam, I answered the door and almost jumped again. Marco stood directly in front of me and flanked on each side of him was another guy, each looking me up and down as soon as I got the door open. Marco's great big grin stretched across his face as he lurched towards me for a hug.

“Hola Zac, hi!” he exclaimed, clearly excited.

“Hi Marco,” I nervously chuckled.

His hug had pushed me through the doorway and by the time he let me go I had heard the glass storm door close and noticed the two other guys had stepped inside with us. Marco began to feel and squeeze my arms and back, then my chest and waist, darting from English to Spanish as he spoke wildly about my body. As I stood in the middle of the living room, Marco began to undress me, sliding my dark tank top up and over me, ruffling my dark blonde hair on the way. My nervousness couldn't stop my cock from slowly growing from being felt up by Marco, and I saw the two guys sit down on the couch and both begin to grip themselves through their jeans. 

One of the guys looked very similar to Marco actually, only a couple years older I would guess, with light brown tanned skin, dark messy hair and some short, unkept scruff on his face; like a Hispanic daddy type. He was dawning the traditional white t-shirt and dusty jeans as was Marco, in fact. For me, his defining feature was a scar only a few inches long that he had across his left cheek down to his jaw, a thin pale streak that brought a sort of ruggedness to him, which I found really sexy. The other guy looked to be about my age, 25, and sported all the muscles of the group, his dusty green cut-off t-shirt having been cut nearly all the way down the sides, his abs were on display as he sat down. With lightly tanned skin and short, close-cropped hair atop a squared off face – this guy was a hunk!

Shirtless and with my shorts beginning to clearly show my growing bulge, Marco begins to talk to the two guys in Spanish, and for the life of me I tried to make out certain words but just couldn't. They chuckled at one point when Marco spun me around and playfully slapped my butt a few times, and when he spun me back around I saw both of the guys on the couch had lowered their jeans to their ankles just above their work boots. The Hunk had a tanned, incredibly thick, uncut cock that stood about six inches tall, but there was no way one could wrap their fist around it's girth. It was topped by a thick, nearly flat head, almost like grain silo. Scar, I'll call him for lack of a name, had an impressively long cock, but quite thin, like mine. His eight or nine inches of dick curved sharply upward, arching towards his furry belly button. He gripped his circumcised mushroom tip and quickly rubbed it in his hand as I made eye contact with him. He smirked as he saw my eyes shift south and my mouth drop open in awe. 

Marco gripped my mostly hard cock through my shorts and made me lurch.

“Strip, strip,” he said almost like a command, however, he did it all himself. He dropped to his knees and with one swift tug he pulled my red shorts down to my ankles, my cock flopping forward, pulsing as it fills with blood and precum. Marco pulls on my shorts, forcing me to step out of them and tosses loose piece of red cloth towards the guys with a playful jeer. My shorts landing in between them, both Scar and Hunk hoot and haw as I stand naked in front of them. 

Having never done this, my anxiety began to peak, feeling entirely unsure of what to do. I looked down at Marco as he continued to caress and massage my naked, pale thighs, swinging my cock and tight ballsack left and right as he did. I assume he could see in my face that I was becoming uncomfortable and just as I began to speak, he did just what takes any guy's anxiety away. He took my half hardened cock in his mouth and swallowed all seven inches of me. His tongue wrapped itself around my head and shaft like I've never felt before, and his suction was akin to a damn vacuum! Instantaneously I'd lost my breath and ability to speak coherently.

“Marc- oh! I – Mm, ohhh, I.. Marco!” I gasp and grimace as my cock is sucked with serious intent. I'd had plenty of blowjobs through college, but never anything close to this. I see the two guys on the couch begin to stroke themselves faster and faster, watching each one of my reactions as Marco works his head back and forth. He takes my now rock hard cock out of his mouth briefly, then promptly back down his throat. Suddenly, just behind my ballsack, I feel his spit covered finger on my taint, finding it's way to my eager hole. Without wasting any time, his finger penetrated my thin, pale fleshy wall and my body lurched forward, forcing my cock further down his throat. He didn't gag or pull back or anything, Marco just opened up his throat to allow me deeper inside him. At the same time, he prodded his finger deeper in side of me, much deeper. He quickly found my prostate and it felt like I began to have small convulsions. His index finger ran clockwise in circles on my prostate as he continued to blow me and within the minute, as if your foot had fallen asleep, my body turned into sensational tingles. I had to grip Marco's shoulders to hold my balance. 

In a random assortment of vowels and guttural moans, my body lurched and shook as Marco removed my dick from his throat and pressed extra hard on my prostate. Like some sort of machine, and with no hands, I began to shoot my cum across the hardwood floor and coffee table. The two guys on the couch lurched and cheered as my body drained itself of semen in front of them. 

“Ahhhhh! Aaah! Ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahh,” I gasp and pant, feeling almost feint. 

“Yeah baby! Yeah! Yeahhh!” Marco yelled as he rammed my prostate from behind, making me spew six, seven ropes of cloudy white cum from the front, splattering across the floor. 

With a pop he pulled his finger from my hole and looked back at the other guys, asking them in Spanish something that sounded like can you believe that?! The guys responded with cheers and affirmations it seemed as Marco lifted himself up and stood in front of me.

“Yeah?” Marco asked me unprompted.

Still in complete euphoria, I smile and close my eyes, “oh yeah.”

Marco looks back and says something to the guys, again in Spanish and they both look at each other and stand up. Marco grips my arm and pulls me over to the love seat, where he sits me down and the two guys stand in front of me, both of their hard cocks reaching towards me. I look up at both of the guys and they look down at me, their eyes full of lust and desire. Hunk looks at Scar and then back at me before gripping a fistful of my hair and pulling my open mouth onto his cock. His thick, girthy shaft  filled my mouth and made me almost choke and I immediately tasted his sweet and salty precum. He groaned as I felt like I had to readjust my jaw to fit him in my mouth without teething him. Once adjusted I began to work his cock quickly back and forth, his hand gripping my hair tighter. My eyes closed, my hand was gripped and quickly wrapped around a steaming hot, long thin cock – Scar. Holding it in my hand made it feel even longer than I'd thought, he was amazing! I slowly stroked his shaft and then tightened my palm around his mushroom shaped tip and rubbed like he was doing to himself earlier. I felt my palm nearly flood with precum and quickly pulled Hunk out of my mouth and stuck Scar's in. His precum was a sharp saltiness like Marco's was, and I lapped as much as I could up with my tongue. My other hand wrapped itself around Hunk's thick shaft, or tried to rather. My index finger and thumb remained a good two inches apart trying to grip him.

As I sucked on Scar's deliciously long cock and stroked Hunk with my right hand, Marco had gotten completely undressed and stood beside Scar, bringing my left hand to his steaming hot, uncut, eight inch cock. Even though I'd only held it once before, it felt very familiar. I pulled his foreskin back and slowly stroked both of them as Scar began to thrust down my throat. Soon, Hunk said something to the guys that they quickly agreed to. Scar withdrew his cock from my throat and pulled me up. He was taller than I'd realized, at least 6' and Hunk was about my height.

“Who goes first?” Marco asked me.

“Huh?” I say, confused.

“Who goes first?” He repeated, glancing at the other two. 

“Like to fuck me?” I ask, baffled this time.

“Si, si, let's fuck again baby,” Marco said as he gripped his cock and twirled it around.

I kept exchanging glances with Scar, and something about his scar made me want to just look at him, taking in all of his masculine and almost paternal look. 

“You,” I said, looking at Scar. 

His eyebrows perked up, “Si? Yo?”

Unsure of what made me feel it, but I got the urge to kiss him. I wrapped my arms around his body that felt like it towered over mine and he met my lips with his own. By the third kiss his tongue had invaded my mouth and was wrestling with mine. He was a sloppy kisser, but that was alright, I thought. 

Marco and Hunk exchanged banter as Scar and I passionately made out, and I heard the clang of a belt buckle hit the floor as Hunk got undressed. He basically had washboard abs, well defined pecs and shoulders and was tanned all over his body, showing he clearly sunbathed. Scar and I's kiss broke only long enough for him to pull his shirt off, showing his tanned, furry chest. His arms wrapped around my body and I felt complete security. His father-like presence and body was just as good as it got for me. He pulled me away and looked me deep in the eyes,  “Date la vuelta bebe,” he whispered.

My blank stare showed that I didn't understand. 

“Turn around,” Marco said. 

I smile, a little embarrassed I didn't understand what had all of my attention at the moment, and do as I'm told. Once facing away, I feel a palm on my back that pushes me forward onto the love seat, leaning me over the backrest. My cheeks are quickly pulled apart and my hole in covered in warm spit. A tongue wiggles and wraps its way around the rim of my hole, dancing, teasing, tasting me. My eyes close in bliss, but for only a moment, as I feel my hair gripped and open them back up. Marco's pulsing hard 8” cock pushes against my lips and finds it's way into my throat. I begin to moan and groan just as Marco does, but then a fleshy prod on my hole, then suddenly, “AHHH!” I yell.

Scar had penetrated my hole with the thick, rounded tip of his long, thin 9” cock. Not expecting it, chills run across my body and I wince and gasp. 

“Shhh, shh, shh,” Scar whispers, “estara bien.”

“Ahhh!” I wince as he pushes himself further into my tight hole. He quickly pulls himself out of me and buries his face in my ass again, working his tongue just inside the entry on my slightly agape hole. He stand and forces himself back inside of me, much better this time. His cock, naturally lubed up with his spit, slides all of the way inside of me, making me squirm and writhe my body all while Marco's dick thrusts down my throat. Scar's cock is so long and curved that it finds my prostate in the position we're in and from my reaction, he knew it. His thrusts shortened and concentrated right where he'd get the biggest reaction from my body, gliding against my pure pleasure gland. He gripped my waist tightly and quickened his thrusts, still short and fast deep inside of me. Without warning, his voice fills the room.

“Ayyyye! Ayye!” He hollers as he plunges himself deep into me, planting his seed. His hot liquid coats my insides and warms me and he aggressively slams his hips into mine, getting his long, thin cock as deep as he can. I wince and squirm and try not to teeth Marco's cock as he face fucks me. 

“Ahora tu,” I hear Marco say, and almost instantly feel a giant void inside of me as Scar pulls himself out. I wince and clench my hole shut, not wanting any of his daddy cum to seep out of me. 

Marco continues to thrust into my mouth as I feel a different set of hands grip my waist. A thick, fat fleshy tip probes against my sore, wet hole – Hunk. The three of them exchange a few words as I feel Hunk tease and prod my hole with his foreskin covered tip. Drops of his precum trail across my hole as he finally breaks through, my hole opening wide enough to accept him. With the help of Scar's cum already coating my insides, Hunk's girthy shaft continues probing me until he's got all six inches of himself buried inside of me. His thick shaft spreads my hole to limits it's never been before, and I have to take Marco out of my mouth to wince and whine in pleasurable pain. My cock looses all of it's mass as the blood seems to leave it for my head. I hear Scar encourage Hunk and Hunk say something back just before he begins to withdraw and thrust back into me. My hole is still unprepared as he begins to repeat this, and at a faster pace, my flaccid cock flailing as he slaps against me from behind. 

I pant and grimace as the pain eases and soon turns to incredible delight. Just as I got used to Hunk's thick shaft virtually splitting me in half, three loud knocks fill the room. I nearly clench Hunk right out of me and pull Marco's cock from my throat, immediately petrified that someone was here, and at the glass storm door able to see all of this! Faced away from the door and unable to see, I look at Marco like a deer in headlights. He laughs, his grin filling his face.

“Amigos!” he exclaims and walks out of my line of sight. I twist and turn my body but can't see with Hunk's hands holding me in place and his subtle thrusts still continuing despite the surprise. I hear the storm door open, my heart racing, what the fuck is going on, I thought?! I hear Marco and two other muffled voices. More people are here, I thought?!

“What he fuck??” I exclaim and try to pull away from Hunk, but his muscular grip is stronger than mine and he keeps me right in place facing away, his thick shaft still buried inside of me.  

“Ahh!” I wince loudly as my hole is stretched wider again from his abuse. 

“Here, here, look!” Marco says, and walks around to the back of the love seat with two new guys. One of them is caucasian with sun-kissed skin, tall and lanky with long brown hair that goes down to his back. He couldn't have been older than me, in fact, he was probably younger than me. I thought he looked more like a skater guy than a lawn technician; he was certainly cute though. The other guy looked to be the oldest in the group, in his 40's I'd guess, Hispanic, but shorter and kind of plump, maybe 5'7 and 210lbs wearing no shirt under his dusty dark blue overalls. He was pretty burly looking and had a large rounded belly but also muscular arms and I could see that his arms and chest were very hairy with dark curls. His forehead already glistened with sweat and I watched as he began to undo his overalls, then as they dropped to his sit atop his work boots, he stood naked right in front of me. His short, fat uncut cock was perfectly proportional to his body. Just as thick as Hunk but maybe an inch longer, Overalls stepped forward and aggressively shoved his cock into my mouth. His sweaty taste was equally pungent and my nose repeatedly smashed into his dark coarse, untrimmed bush of pubes. He let out a deep, deep guttural grunts as he face fucked me. Behind me, Hunk was thrusting with ferocity, tearing my hole apart, spreading it further and further. When he pulled out, I felt the cool room temperature air fill my gaping void of a hole. Only a moment later, my void was filled with steamy, warm man juice. Hunk jerked himself off as he shot ropes of cum into my open hole, disappearing deep within me. 

As I closed my eyes in bliss, I continued to work Overalls' cock, wrapping my tongue underneath his foreskin, making him shudder and grunt. Hearing some indistinguishable chatter from the others, I feel someone else stand behind me. With ease now since my hole was agape after Hunk's abuse, a third warm, raw cock slid inside of me. I felt and even heard the juices left by the previous two squish and splat as he this guy began to pull out and thrust back in. Not especially big, and not small, this cock felt just right sliding inside of me and back out, mashing and churning this cum within me. 

“Oh my god, fuck yes,” I hear from behind me in clear English. 

It must be the skater looking guy, I figure. 

His pants and groans don't stop and only get louder. Within a minute and half he is ferociously slamming his hips into my ass, slap slap slap slap slap slap! Very soon, his youth and inexperience shine through when he tightly grips my waist and climaxes in less than two minutes.

“Ahhhh, yeah!!” he yells as I feel his cock pulse and jolt inside of me. I don't feel his cum shoot out but given he's thrusting into a pool of other guys semen, I wasn't surprised. 

He chuckles as he withdraws, “that ass is loose as fuck but still so good,” he says as he slaps my right cheek with a crack.

The other guys laugh and cheer as the skater looking guy finishes so quickly and pulls out of me. I immediately feel a small stream of warmth run from my hole as I leak a combination of three different guy's cum from my hole. I hear an uproar from the guys as they watch, cheering in approval and accomplishment. Marco points at Overalls, still face fucking me and orders him to do something. He withdraws from my moth and shuffles around to the back of me. Once again, a thick raw cock slides inside of me. As thick as Overalls is, I hardly wince at this point. My hole is so worn out and nearly numb from it's mistreatment. More cheers from the group of guys as they stand around and watch me get plowed once more. Marco and Hunk are stroking themselves as Scar and the skater guy watch in awe.

Overalls leans forward and grips my shoulders, his belly filling the arch of my back as he pulls my whole body into his cock with each thrust. I begin to wince with each one.

“Ah, ah, ah! Ah! Ah! AH!” I cry as he just destroys my hole.

His guttural grunts get louder and more frequent and finally crescendo as he pummels my hole into oblivion, shoving his seed as far as his short, thick cock can shoot it. Feeling like I have a pint of cum inside of me, I feel the liquid churn as Overalls continues to thrust and drain all of his cum from his plump and hairy balls. When he withdraws, I can hardly feel a thing. My hole has been absolutely wrecked over the last hour by four different cocks. Overalls stands to the side as I slowly lift myself off of the back of the love seat, my muscles incredibly stiff from being in the same position for so long. As I stand, I feel more warm liquid drain out of my hole and trickle down my leg as I hear a couple of guys cheer. I turn to see Marco with a very happy grin on his face. He just watched as his colleagues breeded me one after the other, each one aggressively filling my hole with their own recipe of salty semen.

His cock stood straight out, still rock hard, his foreskin just barely wrapping around the base of his reddening tip covered in precum. We glared at each other for a moment before he approached and sat on the love seat beside where I've been plowed for the last hour. His stiff cock stood straight up towards his belly button.

“Last one,” he said as he motioned for me to sit down.

Without hesitation, I stepped up and placed my feet on both sides of his thighs and lowered my seeping hole onto his throbbing cock. His head easily penetrated my defeated fleshy wall and he buried himself as far as he could within me. His moans accompanied by the way he gripped my waist and stared me deep in the eye, made my cock grow harder. Our faces just inches apart, he finally pulled me in for a kiss. Our tongues danced in and out of each others mouth and we caressed each other tightly. If it wasn't for the playful jeers and obvious fap fap fapping coming from the guys beside us, I would have forgotten the others were there. I became lost in Marco's body as he entered me and continued to churn my insides as his coworkers had done before him. I gyrated my hips and rode his cock with every last bit of energy and stamina I had in me. Our lips separated as we both began to pant and groan in unison.

“Ahh, ahh, ayye, ayye, ahh, ayye!”

A literal rocket of semen flew straight up from my cock and over Marco's head, another shot onto his face, then two ropes across his chest. I wildly came hands-free again as I continued to ride Marco's cock, soon feeling it pulse and throb inside of me. His desperate thrusts into me were unmistakable as his last bits of energy seeking every last bit of pleasure he could. He grunted and groaned as his ropes of cum joined the warm pool of semen that was buried within me and my hole began to squish with each final thrust from him.

As he withdrew, his grin spread across his face.

“Oh yeah baby,” he smiled.

Feeling completely used and exhausted, I could barely respond. I stood, turned, and fell face first onto the couch, my sore pink hole, still agape, on full between my tender reddened cheeks. I lay there as I hear the five of them talk amongst themselves and get dressed before walking out the front door en masse, leaving me abused and alone.

I'd never been more full of cum in my life, and probably never will again. Five loads from five different strangers, two life altering hands-free orgasms, and one thoroughly wrecked hole.