With an ass full of jizz, eight loads to be exact, I felt all that cum churn inside me as I walked around the corner to what used to be known as The Web, and is now known as a Bear bar. It looked exactly as I remembered it other than the name change
I found my way over to the bar, purchased a beer and made my way upstairs to the play area.
One thing the Bear bar has that the Nest does not is a sling. It is situated in a small room with a door. Beyond that there is a glory hole maze and some other cabins throughout the perimeter of the play space.
I decided to find a spot just to observe what was on offer.
A bearded man, upper 30’s likely, approached me.
“I’ve not seen you here before?”, he said in that familiar Dutch accent.
“It’s been awhile, but I’ve been here before.”
“Where are you from?”
“America”
“You don’t have to be ashamed to be from America. You’re not Trump.”
“Thanks.”
“So are you here to get fucked?”
Dutch people are very direct.
“Yes.”
“Any luck yet?”
“Just came from Cuckoo’s Nest.”
“You had fun there?”
“Yes.”
“How many cocks did you take?”
“Eight”
“Slut. Did they cum in your ass?”
“Yes.”
“So your hole is full of cum still?”
“Yes”
“I like fucking sluts like you. Follow me.”
I followed him to a vacant cabin on the wall and he closed the door behind me.
“Let me see your slutty ass”
I pulled my shorts down and turned around. The tall dark-bearded man wet his finger and pushed it inside me.
“It is very wet. Pig. Bend over and let me give you more cum for your ass.”
I bent over and I felt a hard cock being smacked on my bare butt. Then it slid over to its target and pushed inside. I was very, very, wet inside with eight creamy loads.
I could feel cum dripping down my taint and splashing on my butt and legs as this man drove his eight inches inside of me.
“You are a slut with a very creamy hole!”, he declared
With hands on my hips, I was taken hard from behind. I felt myself smashed up against the wall with nowhere to go. The man placed both his hands up on the wall next to mine and circled his hips round and round, carving out more space to resume more pounding. His head was now on mine, I heard him breathing loudly, grunting, and then he rutted deep up my ass, putting load number nine in my greedy ass.
As you can imagine, when he pulled out, a steam of loose cum followed.
“That was eight days of cum I just gave you, slut.”
“Wow, thank you.”
He pulled up his shorts and left without saying another word.
I pulled up my shorts and they were all soiled with cum stains by now, but I didn’t care.
I opened the cabin door and finished my beer. I noticed the sling room was now available so I went for it.
I threw caution to the wind. I laid in the sling, removed my tank top and tied it over my eyes like a blindfold. It is true that when you deprive one of your senses, others are more sensitive. My hearing became more acute and I could hear every footstep within proximity of me.
I heard shuffling sounds get closer and then a finger in my asshole. It was like a dipstick I suppose.
“He’s got an arse full of cum”, the British voice said.
“Let’s give him more”, the other British voice said.
The door closed and locked.
One of the men stood behind me and reached for my nipples, twisting them like radio dials while the other put his fat knob right up my ass. I loved being used by total strangers, not able to see who it was fucking me.
“His arse is so wet, mate.”
“I wonder how many loads he’s taken?”
“Nine!”, I shouted between grunts.
“What a whore! That’s fantastic.”
A few more hard thrusts and then a loud grunt.
“Here is number ten for you, whore.”
After he finished, his mate came round to fuck me. His cock was not as fat, but it was longer.
“Go on, mate! Fill his arse!”
A hand smacked my ass several times and the sling began to swing as I was impaled on this bigger cock. Cum was spraying everywhere.
My fucker took hold of the sling to steady it and then bucked his hips hard, growling like a bear, he shot his nut right up my ass.
“That’s it, mate. Good on you! Number eleven for the whore.”
I heard them zip up and tell another guy out in the hall, “the whore’s got an arse full of cum.” Then they descended down the stairs.
Quiet steps into the room, it felt like I was being stared at. Then the door closed slowly and locked.
I heard a man whacking himself off, probably to get hard, then he shoved his cock inside me just before he blew his load. That was fine for me. Uneventful, but it did make a dozen loads for the day thus far.
As quiet as he was coming in, he was the same going out. The entire episode last three minutes at most. The poor guy must have been edging all day, lol.
There was a lull of about 15 minutes and I told myself if nothing was happening in the next five that I would head back down for another beer. Nobody likes a sling hog and I didn’t want to be labeled as one
Just when I was about to remove my shirt from my eyes, the door slammed shut.
“I heard about you from two British guys at the bar.”
Definitely a Dutchman.
“Eleven loads today. Very impressive.”
“Twelve”, I corrected him.
“You mean just now you took another cock?”
“Yes”
“Pig. I’m going to give you number thirteen. A lucky number, isn’t it, pig?”
“Yes”
“Let’s see if you can take my big dick like a good pig.”, he said.
Damn, he wasn’t kidding. It was thick as a wrist and as long as a beer bottle, but it went in.
“I didn’t even need any lube. You’re so sloppy.”
My eyes rolled in the back of my head when this aggressive top started drilling me out. I held onto the chains for mercy as my ass was “ass”aulted. Long, deep, hard strokes. Once again, copious amounts of cum was spraying out of my hole and flying everywhere. I could hear my hole squelching. Only one other cock I took that day came close to breaching my second ring, this one was right there. My fucker made sure I was taking every inch he had on offer.
“That’s a good pig!”, he kept saying, as I was swinging on his dick.
“You ready for another cum load, pig?”
“Ja”, I screamed.
“Ja?”
“Ja!”
“Here is cums, pig!”
The man started shouting in Dutch as his entire body shook and his balls emptied inside of my well-used asshole.
He pulled out after a couple of minutes, slowly, carefully.
“Let’s keep my cum inside your ass, pig.”
Then he zipped up and left me there.
My legs were feeling some strain from being up in the stirrups all this time, so I dismounted and put my shirt back on. It was time to get a fourth and final beer.
As I made my way down the steps it occurred to me that other than the two British guys, if they were still there, I wouldn’t know of any of these guys bred me, but they would recognize me.
Anyway, I did order that beer and hung around downstairs for a few minutes looking around to see if I could find the British guys, or if I could imagine who it was the just fucked me.
No luck, no Brits to be heard or seen, and nobody gave me any leering looks like they just had their way with me.
No armed with thirteen loads of cum I. An almost four hour period, I decided I would go upstairs just one more time to see if there was any more cock on offer. I had half a mind to go back to the Nest, to the dark room, but decided against it. I was already upstairs and I was a bit drunk and tired.
I pulled off my sticky and smelly shirt and hung it on a hook in an empty cabin and lingered by the door with my hands holding the upper door frame, giving clear view of my hairy, stinky pits.
I think musky pits are a natural pheromone that works only on gay men, and sure enough, given this tactic an Indian man came my way. Greying at the temples, he had a dimpled-smile, and a very nice body, wearing a tank top and running shorts. He had a short-cropped beard and visible chest hair.
“Hello”, he said.
“Hello”
“Are you visiting?”
“Yes”
“Me too, from Pakistan”, he said.
“America”
“You look nice”, he said.
“Thank you. So do you.”
“Did you just get here?”, he asked.
“Oh no, I’ve been here for a while. You?”
“I just got here a few minutes ago. Did you have fun today?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good for you. Did you meet many men here?”
“Yes, 5 here and 8 at the Cuckoo’s Nest”
“Where’s that?”
“Around the corner.”
“You are very attractive. That’s why you had so many men.”
“Thank you. So what do you like?”
“I don’t know. I…”
“Like your cock sucked?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to suck your cock?”
“Yes, I would like that.”
“Come inside.”
I helped him inside. I could tell he was a little nervous, then I saw the gold wedding band. Poor guy’s wife probably doesn’t give him good head, maybe no head at all.
I unzipped his pants and fished his cock out from his white briefs. It was average, uncut.
I placed the flaccid meat in my mouth and used my tongue to stimulate the underside.
“That’s nice”, he said, as his cock grew more firm. He placed his hand on my head and let it rest there.
I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his cock feeling it grow harder and harder to a full 6.5 inches. It was like a diamond, that’s how hard it was.
“You like to fuck?”
“Yes”
“You want to fuck me?”
“If you like?”, he said too ashamed to say yes.
“I do like.”
I rose up from the dirty floor and turned around. I grabbed hold of his erection and pushed my ass down on it. In fact, I did all the work. I bounced and twerked my ass on his fuck stick, hearing him softly moan, “oh”, “ooh”, “ah”, etc.
I had so much semen swimming in my backside it was obscene! The sloshing noises could be heard across the play room.
The man placed his hands on the small of my back and gave a few gentle thrusts. It was a very quiet orgasm, but an orgasm nonetheless.
“Thank you”, he said politely, zipping up and leaving me there.
I decided that fifteen loads would be terrific haul for one day of load-taking, so I had only one more to go.
I finished beer number four and had to piss. I found the toilet downstairs and let it rip in the urinal. When I was walking back up, a hand smacked my ass.
I turned around and it was Lars from Cuckoo’s Nest.
When we’re both upstairs we went towards an empty space.
“You still taking cocks? Slut!”
“Yes”
“All day long. How many?”
“Fourteen”
“That’s a lot. I give you 15 in the sling. You like that?”
“Ja.”
We waited for the sling room to become available. In the meantime, Lars asked me more about my day.
“Did you go to the dark room today?”
“Yes”
“Slut. And were you in the sling already?”
“Yes”
Lars then started telling me about his leather and gear fetish and pulled out his phone to show me his professionally taken photos. He looked hot in all his gear, and I especially liked the ones of him shirtless with the leather pants. Very sexy.
Finally the door opened, two guys came out, and we slipped right inside before someone else beat us to it.
This would be the first time in the sling where I would see the person fucking me.
Lars didn’t disappoint me. He fucked me long and hard in the sling, breaking a sweat before dumping a second load on me that day.
“Now you have fifteen”, he said.
“Ja”
“Enough for you?”
“Ja”
“Are you going back to your hotel now?”
“Ja”
“Would you like to have dinner with me?”
“Ja”
“Come. I’ll take you to a nice place.”
“Can I go change my clothes first?”
“No, I like you that way. Let’s go.”
So I went to dinner with Lars, fifteen kids up my ass, my clothes a mess from cum stains…
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