Chaps

III

It was Saturday night and time to take my ass-less chaps out for another spin at my favorite bar and the only bar where I wear them. 

I pulled into the parking lot and luckily found a vacant space. As I got out of my car, I noticed that there were two guys lying in the back seat of the car next to me. Both were naked, both were sucking each other off in the “69” position. They were so intent on what they were doing, neither noticed me.  I took my time getting out of the car, closing the door and well OK let’s be honest I just stood there and watched. Eventually one of them looked up and saw me.  “Thanks for the show guys, nice job.” I said as I left and walked into the bar.  

It was crowded inside but not overly so. There was no line at the bar, which was surprising, so I went over and ordered a beer. Another one of the reasons that this is my favorite bar, is because the bar tenders are all hot and of a certain type, my type. Whoever does the interviewing has one sweet job.  

They are all shirtless, well built, a mix of smooth and hairy chests and only wear jocks, which is probably why I feel comfortable about my ass hanging out. The only exception to the jock only rule that I am aware of is one guy who only works on holiday weekends, or Pride and other special events.

He wears suspenders with his jock.  It’s a pity that they usually are wide enough to cover his nipples, but they always crack me up.  He has a rather large collection and they’re either seasonal or comical and always entertaining. And it doesn’t hurt that he looks damn hot in them. Just wish they wouldn’t cover his nipples.

As I was walking away with my beer, the bartender yelled and I turned around.  He motioned for me to come back. When I got back to the bar, he leaned over and said “Nice ass.”

“Thanks. I said. “Turn around” He turned around and showed me his, a very nice set of rounded hard hairy cheeks. “Yours too, looks good in that red jock. So does your package.” We both smiled.  “Yours looks eminently fuck able.”   I assured him that it was and walked over to the pool table.

There were two guys playing pool and a couple standing around watching. You might remember that the pool table in this bar is located in the back corner parallel to and about 10 feet away from the back wall and that the only light is what comes from the three lamps over the table. This arrangement effectively affords approximately 6-8 feet of dark play space after taking into account the room needed for the pool players to swing their sticks.

Behind the table, in this dark play space, there was a guy standing against the wall jerking his cock while watching the guy standing next to him getting a blow job. Occasionally, the cocksucker would move over to the guy jerking his cock and suck it while all the time jerking the cock that had just left his mouth. But when he moved back to the original cock he was sucking, he didn’t jerk the other guy which is why I guess he had to jerk it himself.

The guy jerking was hot and had a really nice cock so couldn’t figure out why the cocksucker didn’t seem to be interested.  As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see that there was nothing else going on, just these three. I think the guy jerking his cock smiled at me, but as I said it was dark and hard to tell. So I decided to find out.

I walked over and stood next to him on the wall. He smiled at me. I smiled back. He looked down at his cock. So did I.  He stopped jerking his cock turned sideways to face me and looked down at his cock in what I supposed was an invitation for me to take up where he had left off.

I grabbed his cock in my hand and felt that the head was covered in precum. I bent over and licked it all up. I do love precum.  He put his hand on the top of my head and forced my mouth all the way down his shaft to the root. My head followed his lead and I took his entire cock into my mouth. All the way to where my nose was buried I his pubes.  I sucked it wet and then stood up. 

“Don’t stop now you’re just getting started.” Without saying a word, I walked in front of him and rubbed the bare crack of my ass against his cock. “Damn.” he said, but got the message and inserted his cock inside my hole.

While I was getting fucked this big black bull of a guy walked up to the pool table and looked across into the darkness behind. I saw him smile and walk around the table and right up to me.

His body went to the gym religiously, worked hard and long and probably often, like 5 -6 days a week, and was worked for body building, power lifting and bulking up. Think Stallone, Schwarzenegger, maybe Seagal... come to think of it why do they all begin with an “S”??? Oh and the Rock but that doesn’t work as well with the alliteration, does it? But the bodies all conjure up the right image: built, ripped, powerful, huge, muscular, strong, HUNKS.

He came over and stood next to me watching me get fucked. As he leaned forward to kiss me, I could see that his face was sculptured with high large cheek bones, strong, square jaw and big thick full lips.  He planted them on my mouth and his lips were like kissing cushions; soft, full, sensuous and deep.

Behind these lips was a broad, active, strong pink tongue which he shoved down my throat in successive stages as the softness of his kiss increasingly turned to strong, aggressive, forceful tongue action. I returned the favor and matched his lust as best as I could and we sucked on each other’s tongue until my dick was so hard I thought it was going to explode. 

The guy fucking me announced he was going to cum, shot his load and then zipped up and walked away.  I wasn’t even interested in sucking him clean. Why would I be, when this big black bull hunk had his tongue down my throat? And I had mine down his.

As we sucked tongues he pushed me back against the wall.  Only inches away, I could feel that his big, deep, powerful chest, square pecs and speed bump abs were naturally smooth not shaved and were all rather sweaty, actually very sweaty, very, very sweaty, like hot sauna drenched kind of sweaty.

His whole sweaty body smelled of sex and his mouth tasted of it. It must have been one hell of a session he just had and from the smell and taste of him, he probably came directly from it to my mouth. It was intoxicating. He was all hot, wet, fresh, that tasty.

After we had restored our tongues to their original mouths, I moved my face into his chest and licked.  I also smelled running both my nose and tongue around his broad, smooth, sweaty muscled chest.

When I had finished licking his chest, pecs and abs dry of all the sweat and taste of sex, and sucked his nipples, he raised his strong powerful arm and large, but not defined, bicep exposing his hairy pit which when he opened it released a pungent scent of ripe raunchy sweat. It was rank, strong and reeked of his raw body odor.  In other words, it was mind blowing and for me, a hell of a lot better than poppers.

He grinned, tilted his head toward his pit. I attacked it with my nose, mouth and tongue. Sniffed, licked and tasted it until the hair and pit were totally wet with my saliva and all that rank goodness was inside my mouth. Without invitation, when I finished, I raised his other arm, exposed his other pit and repeated the process.

When I had finished with both pits, I knelt down and opened his crotch exposing his pubic hair which made the odor of his pits seems mild. The stench of sex was so strong it filled my nostrils immediately upon being released and came in such a strong wave it almost made me turn my head, almost, but not quite.  It escaped from his crotch in waves of mind blowing rank aroma way before I even had a chance to stick my nose, mouth and tongue deep into his bush. I sniffed, licked sucked and tasted the flavor that his pubes held and probably not only his scent, but the scent of at least one and probably more than one other guy. I also got a tongue full of his pubic hair which I gratefully swallowed and felt tickle as they made their way down my throat.

His dick wasn’t growing so I took the opportunity to suck his balls and if I thought his pubes were ripe and delicious, his balls, his big balls his big hairy balls were the piece de resistance of sweaty, ripe, sex-reeking and tasting goodness.  I licked and sucked and rolled each one around in my mouth separately (they were too big to fit both in my mouth at the same time) until they had been completely washed by my mouth and had no taste left. It was all inside my grateful mouth and down my throat and tasted delicious.

He moaned and groaned bent his head backwards and he opened his mouth wide with pleasure. I took this as encouragement and moved around to his ass and things just got better. The crack was hairy, sweaty, moist, odoriferous and delicious. I stuck my nose in as far as it would go.  I placed my nostrils directly in his crack and ran them up and down the entire length all the while breathing in deeply. I stopped on his hole placed my flared nostrils so they completely covered it and just inhaled as deeply as I could. It smelled hot, ripe, musty but clean.

I replaced my nostrils with my tongue and licked up and down his crack all around his hole and then rested directly on top of it licking while my mouth began sucking. I plunged my tongue as deep inside his hole as I could get it in and I still wanted more.

I took my fingers, placed them inside his cheeks and spread them to afford better access to his crack and spread his hole as wide open as I could and moved my tongue inside the space that I had just created, going deep inside with the full length of my tongue into his puckered dark black hole. To make sure that I missed nothing, I even licked the sweat from his big, hard, bubble-butt rounded cheeks kissing and licking each big round hard bubble butt cheek from inside his crack.

When I returned to his cock, at first I just licked. It also tasted of sweat and sex and as I spread open his hood and stuck in my tongue, I tasted some fresh cum, but nothing happened. I mean nothing happened!

It just hung there limp! I shoved the full length and breadth of it into my mouth and sucked on his limp, broad, thick, uncut, big black cock and it still did not grow.

I looked up. He saw my questioning disappointment. “Sorry, just left a gangbang in the sex restroom and shot three loads. Not sure there’s anything left.  But believe me, the spirit is willing…”  He smiled.

BFD. So why tease me? News flash: not interested in your spirit, down here on my knees interested in your cock, preferably your hard stiff cock not this pathetically limb thing. Just my luck, this guy is a muscle monster fantasy, sexy as hell and he finds me after he’s shot his wads.  Whether one, two, or three, who really gives a fuck?  Not important. I didn’t get any of them! 

I rose up, said “Pity” and walked away, disappointed, very disappointed. I hoped that this was not going to be an omen for how the rest of the night was going to go.

I had moved over to the other side of the bar and was standing there drinking my beer not talking to anyone, feeling sorry for myself when the bartender who had complemented my ass when I first came in walked up to me. Well not up to me exactly, he was taking orders and collecting empty glasses. There were several empties on the shelf on the wall that I was leaning against.  He leaned in close, ostensibly to collect the glasses, and whispered “How’s it going? Is that ass of yours having a good time?”

“It’s had better” I said, still suffering from disappointment.

“Well we can’t have that. I get a break in 10 minutes come to the bar and find me. We can go out back and talk.” 

“OK.”  He was hot and filled out his red jock nicely with a very respectable package.  And I knew what “out back and talk” was code for. 

I should mention here that there is another parking lot in the back of the bar in addition to the one in front where I parked and which is actually connected by a short narrow rode-way forming a circle around the bar. In the corner of this back parking lot there is a dumpster which is not completely flush against the back wall. 

You know where I’m going with this, right?

I walked over to the bar ten minutes later and the bartender in the red jock came from behind the bar.  “Joe, taking my break” he yelled and we walked out back. 

“How long have you been working here? Don’t remember seeing you around before and believe me, you, I’d remember.”

“This is my first week, just started last Monday.”

“How’s it going so far?”

“Great. Particularly like the perks.” He grinned as he grabbed my ass.

Without saying much more, we both automatically walked toward the dumpster and then behind it.  He grabbed me, threw me against the dumpster and kissed me with such force that I thought we might break a tooth not sure if it would be mine or his but someone’s nevertheless. He turned me around and again without saying a word, bent me over, rimmed my ass wet, shoved his tongue inside my hole, tongue fucked it, stood up, grabbed the hair on the back of my head and shoved his cock deep inside my hole in one strong single thrust and began to fuck the shit out of me. 

He was aggressive, strong, determined, single minded, forceful with a great cock that he worked in and out of my hole like a high powered fuck machine.  In short time he came and again without saying a word, I turned around, knelt down took his cock in my mouth, sucked it clean of his spent cum and my ass juice and for some reason that I can’t explain or remember, instead of stopping, I just kept sucking.  It was a nice cock and it did taste and feel good in my mouth, but, then again, most cocks usually do.

After a few minutes, I thought that I tasted some precum, but before I could decide whether or not it was, he shot another hot large load in my mouth. It felt smooth and silky but taste very salty as it slid down my throat as I swallowed it. He raised me up by my arms, kissed me just as strongly as he had the first time and said “Thanks guy, I needed that. Gotta get back to work.” and left. I thought “Slam, bam thank you Mam” would have been a more appropriate parting.  But I wasn’t complaining.

I went back into the bar. It had gotten more crowded. As I walked back inside there was a group of three guys standing near the back door where I was entering. They were very much alike and all of a certain type. They were all older, burly, muscle bears. They all had close cropped black hair. They all had well maintained, short full beards. They all wore at least one item of leather. The only thing that differed was their bodies… Oh, yeah, and of course, their faces!

The guy facing me directly as I walked into the room was tan, strong, well built, hard bodied and developed. He was probably the youngest of the group but they were probably all in their mid to late 40s. His shoulders were broad and muscular. His chest was hard and smooth. His pecs were firm and developed with pink, perky nipples. His abs were strong and solid, ripped and formed speed bump lines across his stomach. His arms were thick and big with well defined biceps that were framed by rope like veins running down each side and accentuating the bicep muscle which flexed when he raised his beer bottle to his lips.  He wore old faded jeans and a leather cap.

All I could see of the guys standing to my right and left was a one quarter side view. The guy on my right had a strong back and shoulders that had a light covering of hair. Not gross thick hair but thick light hair that looked like a smooth carpet that might be soft like moss and even tickle a little but would be a very pleasurable sensation if you rubbed your cock or body or face or ass over it. His forearm was thick and hairy but his bicep wasn’t defined nor sculptured, just big and encircled by a broad plain leather upper armband, no studs.  He wore leather chaps.

I couldn’t tell much about the guy on my left.  He wore a leather vest which covered his back and shoulder but his forearm was thick and his bicep was large, developed, hard and also without definition. It sported an anchor tattoo.

There was room enough on either side of this group for me to go around, but what fun would that be? I wanted to see more of them and them of me, so I excused myself and walked right through the middle. The guy facing me smiled, raised his eyebrows twice quickly and began to step aside. As I walked past the guys on my left and right, the guy on my left with the anchor tattoo said “Oh, Jim wait ‘til you see what’s going on back here, nice, very nice indeed.” 

Jim had stepped aside just enough to let me through, but not quite enough so that I could pass without us being close, very close to each other. I chose to pass him face to face rather than turn my back and bare ass to him. Didn’t want to be too obvious, and after all, he’d already been notified. As I passed him, I could feel the heat his body was generating and smell the scent of sweat and sex on him. This close I could also see the light layer of fresh sweat that made his body glisten.  Clearly he’d been busy and very recently. I wondered if he had been to the same gangbang that the black bull with the limp cock had been to.

Passing face to face also gave me the opportunity to cup his basket with my hand which I did.  I lightly squeezed the contents, which elicited a big smile and a wink from him. After I passed him and he saw the back of my ass-less chaps while I was walking away, he yelled “Hey, don’t walk away. Bring that hot ass back here. Let’s talk about it.”

I walked a little way into the crowd turned and looked back. Jim had closed the circle, so I moved to the side buried myself in the crowd and looked back to get a better look at the two guys I couldn’t see well. 

The guy with the hairy back and shoulders, not surprisingly, had a very hairy chest,. His chest wasn’t quite as hard and developed as the other two, but it was strong and no slouch. His pecs were hard and well formed. His nips were hard and protruded a bit, like they were used to being sucked…a lot. His abs were still firm and visible. And his chaps were crotch-less worn over button fly jeans which were unbuttoned and showed that he was commando underneath because his pube bush down to the top of the root of his cock showed through. He was bigger than the other two both in height and mass.

The vest also covered most of the third guy’s chest but what I could see looked powerful, strong, hard and developed.  The thought that maybe these guys were gym buddies crossed my mind. I made a mental note listing them as a possibility.

I turned around and made my way around the bar. I walked slowly, enjoyed the occasional grope, or pat, or comment but didn’t see anything much to interest me. I did stop several times to talk to some guy or group that had noticed my ass-less chaps and commented or grabbed.  One guy in particular who was part of a group I was talking with moved around next to me and just shoved a finger in my ass. As the conversation ensued he kept adding fingers, two then three then four and then his thumb deep inside my ass. I excused myself and moved on because I was sure if I stayed any longer he would have fist-fucked me right then and there.

As I continued my walk, suddenly in the foreground was a very handsome face. Yes, I do notice faces sometimes even before bodies and besides the crowd blocked my view of his body and only his face rose above the crowd.

He had thick ginger hair, a thick ginger mustache under which was a wide, expressive smile. He didn’t see me so I moved aside out of the line of direct vision to study him more. I slowly moved up closer from the side and finally got a view of his body.

He wore old faded jeans that looked like they were his favorite pair and he wore them often. They were also tight, like they had just come out of the dryer and it was clear from the outline of his generous cock that he wasn’t wearing underwear. His chest was covered with a light “peach fuzz” of ginger hair. His pecs were hard and round and his nips were pink, stood straight out just begging to be sucked.  He had well developed tortoise shell abs. You know, the kind where four hard developed ab plates are contained within an equally hard well developed outline that starts as a point just under the sternum goes wide on each side and then narrows to another point just above the waist, looking like the shell of a tortoise.

His chest was good friends with the gym and his arms were sculptured, lean, developed and his biceps were framed with rope veins on each side, but a little bigger and thicker than Jim’s, the guy with the leather cap in the group of three that I left about 30-45 minutes ago.  They also flexed each time he raised his beer bottle to his lips which were full but small and immensely kissable. His jaw was square with a dimple on his clean shaven chin. He had what used to be called “bedroom eyes.”  Not sure whether or not that expression is used any more but you get the drift. Eyes that are deep enough to drown in; eyes that are smoky and seem to have a mischievous smile all of their own; eyes that say softly and seductively “Come hither, I want to fuck you silly.” 

My problem now was how do I get to talk to this guy and more importantly get him to want to talk to me?  I’m better when guys approach me than when I try to approach them. I’m better at sex banter, come-backs and innuendoes than I am at small talk.

Frankly, my small talk sucks.  I never know what to say to start a conversation without feeling and sounding like a complete idiot.. Usually, my ass-less chaps are my ice-breaker and my contribution to opening a conversation, they speak and elicit a response. The conversation has begun.  And it invariably centers around my ass which is where I like the conversation to center. But the crowd surrounding ginger hair guy would block any view of my ass if I walked by him. So that wasn’t going to work.

This one I was going to have to approach all on my own, no assist from my ass-less chaps, just me. I took a deep breath, and moved into the crowd in his line of vision. I started walking toward him hoping that maybe he would notice me or that I could catch his eye. My eyes never left his face. His eyes never found mine and I was running out of space. I would be near him soon. What the hell was I going to say?  Come here often??? Yeah right, the worst opener ever!

And then something happened that made me completely crestfallen, some other guy who evidently had more guts than I did, walked right up to him and said something that made him laugh. I wish I knew whatever he said.  Now, that’s a successful opening line! 

I froze, just stood there watching not really sure that my legs were even capable of moving, certainly not at this moment. Some guy said something to me that I didn’t even try to listen to and totally ignored because my mind couldn’t, or didn’t want to, re-gear that fast, if at all.

All I could do was stare at those two guys talking and joking like they had known each other for years. There was an ease each had within themselves which I knew that I could never achieve and that provided them the ability to create an ease between them.  I just stood frozen in place. I don’t know for how long.  I didn’t know what else to do.

Then something very unexpected happened. The guy slapped ginger haired guy on the arm and walked away.  Well, if he didn’t want him, I certainly did. It was now or never. I took a deep breath, walked right up to him and said “What happened to the guy you were talking to?”  

“He was telling me about some guy that he just fucked in the restroom. Now he’s off for another conquest.” 

“Are you two friends then?” 

“Sort of, we’re next door neighbors. Don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.”  

“I’m usually here most Saturdays.  You?”  Not all that far from ‘Come here often?’ are you trying to fuck this up?

“Usually come on Fridays.” I like the laid back, no pretense ‘I just want to get my rocks off and if something else happens, it happens and if not it doesn’t’ attitude the place and the guys here have on Fridays. Not been here on Saturday before. This isn’t bad but it’s looser on Fridays more open, more direct, more fun.”  He grinned.    Hmmm, note to self…

I took a swig from my beer while I tried to think of something to say. But I did like where this conversation might be going. “Yeah, it’s pretty great. Not like a lot of other places. Also like the amenities, like the room your neighbor just got off in.” 

“Been there, have you?”

“Once or twice” I joked “Enough to know it’s an asset that no other place around here has. No pun intended.” Christ will you stop with the platitudes already!?  How juvenile can you get?  You’re really fucking this up. Keep it up and he’ll be the one walking away and soon.

“So when you go what do you go for?” he said somewhat to my surprise and clearly cutting right to the chase. Evidently, he didn’t believe in wasting much time with idle chit-chat. No beating around the bush for him. Guess he really meant it when he said that he liked the “I just want to get my rocks off” attitude of the place and the guys on Fridays.

 “Depends on the guy, I try to be flexible, but I do have my preferences.  I responded. “You?”

“I’m open to most things… and definitely to guys who try to be flexible.” He smiled as he threw my line back at me.  “But if I had to choose just one thing, I like the way the bartenders dress.” 

Now we’re talking my language. I was feeling more comfortable. This conversation I could handle.  “Like this?” I turned around and showed him the back of my ass-less chaps. When I turned back to face him, he flashed a big grin and shook his head “Oh, hell yeah, just exactly like that. Great ass, does it like to be fucked?”   He really doesn’t waste time, does he? 

“Long, hard and often.”  “Well that’s the right answer. Should we go take it for a ride?”

Before I had a chance to answer, the three burly muscular bears that I had met when I returned to the bar came up to us. Jim, the guy wearing the leather cap placed his hand on my right cheek which he cupped and squeezed and said “You promised to come back and visit. We’ve been waiting for you. You naughty boy, you didn’t come back. We’re feeling neglected” and he slapped my ass and stuck a finger up my hole to emphasize his point.

He saddled up right beside me on my left and the other two moved in next to him thus moving Ginger from directly in front of me around to my right side. These guys really knew how to take over a conversation… and a space.

“Who are these guys?”  Ginger asked as he got squeezed out of the spot he was standing in. 

Fuck, fuck and double fuck!! I’m screwed and not in a good way. 

“They’re just some guys that I met when I came into the bar. And I didn’t promise” I said looking Jim straight in the eyes.

“Well maybe not in so many words, but your smile sure did when you grabbed my crotch.”  Jim said as he inserted another finger.

Then to Ginger “We’ve been watching him ever since he left us. Watched as he walked around the bar, stopping to speak to several random guys who also noticed that sweet fuckable ass…” and then in a lower voice leaning directly into my ear and whispering “and as that ass almost swallowed an entire fist.” He inserted another finger. Back to Ginger “We watched him talk to you and then show you the back of his chaps, pretty sweet, huh?  Well we figured that at this point maybe he had forgotten his promise and it was time for us to come to him, you know something about Mohammad and a mountain.  We didn’t want to be left out of any action that ass was going to see tonight.”

Ginger was looking pretty confused but evidently not put off by what was happening, at least not yet.  “As a matter of fact, we were just talking about what we were going to do with that ass.”

“What a coincidence, we’ve also been discussing what we’d like to do to that ass ever since he left our group and promised to return….and didn’t” Jim said as he looked at me with a scolding glare. At this point he removed his fingers from my hole, looked me straight in the eyes, brought them to his mouth and sucked them. He removed his fingers from his mouth, returned his hand to my cheek and squeezed my ass again but much harder than before and gave one cheek a rather possessive slap, like he had staked a prior claim. Then he shoved two of his fingers back into my hole.

Jim looked at me and flashed a strange devilish, not playful but rather menacing, smile. He looked me directly in the eyes and said “Oh and we brought along another member of our group. Someone who wasn’t there when the three of us met you, however, someone I understand that you met on your own…again without us, you naughty boy.”  He moved a third finger into my hole.

At that point Jim turned to his left and put his other arm around a guy who had been standing behind him but out of my sight until he now stepped forward into the circle sporting a big smile and stood next to Jim pushing everyone even farther to their left and Ginger and I shoulder to shoulder.   It was “S”.

You remember “S”, right?  The guy who was built like the three Hollywood body building actors whose name all begin with the letter “S”, except for the Rock?  The guy whose strong hard, muscled, sexy, hot, well built big black body was all sweaty and smelled of sex and tasted even better?  The guy whose mouth tasted of sex when he kissed me? The guy whose body, balls, and ass I licked dry, and all of which tasted of delicious sweaty sex? BUT the guy who couldn’t get hard when I sucked his sad limp cock in the dark behind the pool table? AND the guy who said that he didn’t have anything left to shoot? Yeah, that guy!

“Hi” he said as he flashed a big wide white toothy smile, “Been talking about you with the guys. Sorry about earlier; but I’m all rested now and the flesh is as willing as the spirit always was.  I’m definitely ready, willing able and certainly eager to fulfill promises unfulfilled.”  He said with a rather devilish, inviting grin and knowing look.  

I was mortified.  What the hell must Ginger be thinking?  Have these guys ruined it for me with Ginger? Well, I guess if I lose Ginger, my consolation prize would be the three burly bears and “S” and if he really is rested, I could get over my disappointment and anger. He could need to make it up to me. And there are worse consolation prizes.    

I looked at Ginger. Ginger looked at me.  A lifetime of silence passed between us. He looked around the circle, slowly, very slowly and another lifetime passed. Then he looked at me and said “Well, what do you say?  Want to invite these guys to join us?”   

My mind ceased to process and came to a complete halt:  WTF?  

When I recovered, I realized what Ginger had just done and was impressed with how he immediately took back his position with what was happening between us before Jim and crew arrived and took over the space and tried to take over everything else. With just one simple question, Ginger put them all back in their place and re-established his…or ours. And unlike another situation that I remember being in like this, at least he asked me before he asked them!  Actually, he left it up to me entirely.

Ginger needed to be rewarded and supported for this. Probably the best thing to have done to accomplish that would have been to have said “No” and left with just Ginger.  But there was no guarantee that they would back off and not force themselves further into the situation.  And then there was “S” that big beautiful black hunk of fuckin sexy man, not that the three bears were any hardship!  So I figured that answering his question like it was our decision to invite them and not their situation to take over would achieve the same thing. And besides, it was certainly going to be one hell of a lot more fun with all five.  This had potential to be one really great gangbang.  And honestly…I’m greedy.  My ass wanted them all, as many times and for as long as they could stay hard or get hard again and keep fucking me. I wondered if there were any multiple cummers in this group.

I still wasn’t sure of the move here so I just said “Your call. Do you share?”  Ginger looked at me, and then the group again and said “Sure, why not? It should be fun.”  The six of us walked to the sex restroom together. My ass and five big muscle cocks walked directly and boldly through the bar to the sex room. The hell with what the room would think and what attention we might draw…

When I left the sex restroom, I went directly to the bar to get a drink.  I needed one. It had been a wild ride, a fun, hot, sexy, sweaty, hard, rough, very satisfying wild ride. No disappointments, no promises unfulfilled. I was sweaty and smelled of sex and of each of them and of all of them which was just fine with me. I wore it proudly.  I hadn’t been that properly fucked in a gangbanged, in a very long, long time and by such a hot group. Not one dud in the bunch.

Each one was a great fuck, knew how to fuck my insatiable ass silly and still make me beg for more. Each fuck was strong, hard, merciless, aggressive, and forceful.  They were in fact all multiple cummers. “S” came four times as a matter of fact and yes, you bet your ass I counted how often his big black cock fucked my hole and dumped his load: 9 times; 4 loads.  Now I know why he was so sweaty and smelled the way he did when we first met. Also why he had nothing left in the tank! 

And they all liked to take their time. Really knew how to enjoy a good fuck. Nice slow full length ins and outs sliding their stiff hard cocks deep inside me and then slowly pulling out for many, many strokes to build up their loads and open my ass and letting my hole feel the pleasure of the entire length and width of their cocks moving in my hole. After a while of this pleasurable slow fucking, they’d pick up the speed and ride my ass like a bronco until either they shot their load or they slowed down again for another round of full length ins and outs before picking up speed again… changing speeds over and over until they eventually dumped their load. Man could these guys stay hard and did they know how to fuck.  And they recovered quickly. And did I mention they were ALL multiple cummers?

My ass was wrecked, but happy, very happy and my jaw was sore, but my mouth was satisfied. These guys were large and thick and loved their cock sucked almost as much as they loved pounding my ass. They fucked my mouth with the same enthusiasm and energy as they did my ass. They also liked their balls sucked, except for Jim, his were very sensitive, and their asses eaten. Ginger particularly liked his ass eaten which surprised me. I tongued fucked him deeper than I think I’ve ever tongue fucked anyone before, his ass just opened up which left we wondering…

The muscle bear in the crotch less chaps with the 501 jeans crotch unbuttoned and opened showing his pubes and the top of his cock liked his very hairy ass eaten while sitting on my face. He told me to lie down on the floor, dropped his chaps and jeans and just lowered his ass until it covered my entire face. As his ass got on top of me, he spread his cheeks rubbed his hairy crack and hole all over my face spreading his scent all over me like he was marking his territory. Then he sat his hole directly on top of my mouth and said “Suck it, bitch.” I grabbed both cheeks and pushed them up just a little off my mouth to allow my nose and tongue room to move. I ran my nose up and down his crack followed by my tongue and then ate his hole with the stench of his ass spurring me on into deeper and increasingly eager munching.  The deeper I got, the stronger the scent, the hungrier I got. I licked, sucked munched and tongue fucked his hole, but not as deeply as Ginger’s. While I was eating his delicious hairy hole, he kept telling me how he had to get my mouth under his rim chair and give him a nice long complete ass eating… how fantastic my mouth and tongue were, moaning all the time suck it, lick it, eat my ass, harder, deeper, oh yeah, hell yeah, just like that, gotta get your mouth under my chair….etc..

After about 10 minutes of this, he turned over placed his cock in my mouth and laid his pubes on my nose. They were sweaty, smelled strong, ripe, raunchy and just great, better than poppers. He rose and lowered his body doing pushups with his cock in my mouth each time dropping to his pubes so that my nose was buried deep in his patch. His patch was full, dense and thick and he seemed really proud of it which is why, I supposed, he showed it off beneath his crotch-less chaps.  Each time he lowered his raunchy patch to my nose he’d rub it all over my nose like he had rubbed his ass all over my face and said “sniff it, breath in deep, like that? get a nose full, busy, huh?” etc. which I would have done anyway even without being told to. He blew his load in this way, which went straight down my throat since the head of his cock was flat up against the back of my mouth at the opening of my throat and he shoved it in even farther  in when he started to cum. Then he raised his body up enough to withdraw his cock from my mouth and lowered his pubes to my mouth and said “lick those pubes pig, suck those pubes, eat those pubes, etc” which again I would have been happy to do without his instruction. After I had finished and his patch was totally wet with my saliva and all the taste and quite a lot of his errant pubic hairs were all in my mouth and down my throat, he pushed himself back up off my nose, moved his cock back into my mouth and fucked my mouth until he came again with another generous delicious load.

He wasn’t the only one, all these guys liked to talk dirty, were very verbal descriptive and detailed. There was almost a constant banter during the entire fuck session. It was totally hot hearing them talk about me, my ass, wrecking my hole, how my ass felt, how their cock felt in my ass, what each was doing, going to do to it, telling each other to get up there and have a go at my hole and telling me whose cock and balls to suck or whose ass to eat.

They also bonded quite quickly and developed camaraderie over sharing my ass because they had no trouble pairing up to double fuck me; seven times in different combos but in mostly the same position; one guy lying on his back, some other guy telling me to “sit on that cock” or “ride that fucker” with the second cock entering my ass from above.

Except for ‘S. He held my ass in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist, hands holding on to his neck and shoulders and his cock inside my ass with Ginger entering me from behind joining ‘S’s cock deep inside me.  Can’t believe ‘S’ could hold me in that position while they both pumped my hole for as long as it took for both of them to shoot their loads, but he did. And he did it again when Jim’s cock joined his in my hole. Damn this dude is strong and those muscles aren’t just for show! 

Both times when ‘S’ had me riding his cock with my legs wrapped around his waist and either Jim or Ginger was double fucking me, muscle bear with the anchor tattoo on his bicep would get underneath us and lick their cocks, balls and my hole while their cocks were fucking my ass all the time waiting for them to cum. When they did, he would lick the overflow as it leaked out of my ass and ran down over ‘S’’s balls and off both cocks.  After they had pulled out and he had finished sucking their cocks clean he would suck their loads out of my hole. He was hungry, noisy and aggressive with his sucking as he lapped my hole clean. I could hear him gurgle as the cum flowed into his mouth. All the while ‘S’ was still holding me with my legs wrapped around his waist until Anchor Bicep had finished. Great feeling; my legs wrapped around his muscular body, a hot wet mouth sucking cum from my ass and ‘S’s broad strong tongue deep in my mouth. Anchor Bicep also liked sucking the cum out of my ass after a few loads had built up during the session not only just after the double penetration loads. And he always shared. And he always had a full mouth of cum to share. We’d swap it back and forth until he told me to swallow or he swallowed it himself.

As I relived certain portions of what had just happened in my mind I was getting horny again.  I certainly got hard thinking about all of it. 

I checked my phone. We were in there for a little over three and a half hours of full-on-hard-gangbang-fucking. My ass and mouth had a cock in them the entire time, no breaks, no pauses, no rest. I was full of their combined cum loads and spent. It was a great feeling… and gangbang.  

And they obviously enjoyed themselves because they made plans to gangbang my ass again next Sunday at Ginger’s when as they agreed they “…would have the whole day to give my ass a ‘proper gangbang fucking’” among other things. Pube patch said he was looking forward to getting me under his rim chair. He also mentioned that his chair was designed to allow the sitter to drop his balls down so I could suck them as well as his hole and full crack. I wondered since we’d have all afternoon, if anyone else was planning to use it, maybe during recovery. They agreed that Ginger could ask his next door neighbor to join us. No one asked me! In fact they never even asked me to join them, just assumed I was theirs for the using, which should have made me upset, I guess, but somehow it was kind of hot. I took as a complement. They all really wanted to fuck my ass.

I wasn’t ready to go home, even though I probably should have. I needed to savor what had just happened and relax a bit, to come down from the high. I guess I spent about 15 minutes walking around, not really interested in anything or anyone. I needed another beer.  A guy can work up a real thirst sometimes.

I promised myself this last beer and then I’d leave. I was leaning over the bar a bit trying to get the bartender’s attention and felt a hard, stiff dick rest right along the crack of my ass. Without turning around, I backed up into it just enough to be encouraging and well maybe I twitched my ass a bit to fit the cock inside my crack better, but then again maybe not. I don’t remember.

The cock was encased in leather except for the tip which was pure flesh rising over and out of whatever was holding the rest of the shaft and balls and rubbing directly against the skin at the top of my ass crack. The combination of leather and skin pressing into my crack was strange and strangely exciting.  I may have gotten goose bumps. I do remember smiling.  Maybe I let out a little sound of satisfaction, maybe not. 

The mostly covered but bare tip cock started rubbing up and down along my ass crack and after a few strokes, I could feel the precum leaking from the slit in the top of the head of the cock rubbing into the skin at the top of my ass crack. Man did that feel good. It was a new sensation, one that I’d never had before and believe me my ass has had more than its fair share and a wide variety of all kinds of sensations. The cock continued sliding up and down my ass crack until all of the precum had been released from the head and worked into the skin of my cheeks. Then it went back to dry humping. Well, almost. The leather seemed to be covered in some kind of lube. My guess was that it wasn’t lube but the loads from the gangbang leaking out of my ass which I could now feel dripping down the inside of my leg.

The bartender interrupted this exchange between the cock and my ass by flashing me a knowing smile, nodding his head and pointing to a spot where the guy standing behind me was intersecting with my ass and said “If you’re busy I can come back for your order.”

“No. no, it’s fine, I’ll have a beer.” He came back quickly and handed me my beer. I paid and slowly stood up and turned around to see you owned that cock.  It was the guy that I had met a few weeks ago at this bar who was wearing crotch-less chaps over surprisingly new looking jeans. The guy who came up behind me when I was standing in line at the outside bar, cupped my ass, slipped a finger or two into my hole and we ended up hooking up in the sex restroom.  He grinned.

“It’s nice to see those chaps again. Remember me? We…”

I interrupted him. “I remember you.” How could I forget?  He was hot and a really good fuck. “Several weeks ago you had the same approach. You came up from behind while I was standing in line for a drink at the outside bar. You got a bar line fetish?” I asked with a big smile.

“I’ve got your hot bare ass standing in a bar line fetish is what I’ve got.” He grinned back, tipped his head in an indication that I should follow him. He turned and started walking away from the bar. I followed.

“As I remember your approach last time was surprisingly new jeans and just fingers in my ass.  I like this approach better.” I looked down at his crotch-less chaps and saw that instead of the surprisingly new jeans underneath he was wearing a leather jock. Also that he was still hard and the head of his cock was still sticking up and over the top of his leather jock.  A really good look!   

 “What happened to the jeans?”   “Guess you don’t remember. I told you that sometimes I wear a jock instead of jeans.” 

“This is a better look and makes for a better approach.” I reached down, rubbed the tip of the head of his cock with my thumb to see if there was any precum left and sucked my thumb. “Guess you ran out” I said as my thumb came up dry. I noticed there was cum on his leather jock. He noticed too.  “Not a problem seems you’re carrying your own supply of lube tonight.” He rubbed some of the cum from his leather jock on his thumb and fed it to me. “Well, never hurts to be prepared. Glad to see that you’re still interested in my chaps.”

“Always” he said as he leaned in to kiss me. He had grown a mustache since last I saw him and it looked damn good, thick bushy and well trimmed. It felt even better. It tickled a little as he stuck his tongue down my throat and rubbed his upper lip against my upper lip and, of course, grabbed a cheek with his free hand. 

I sucked his tongue and wondered what his moustache would feel like rubbing against my hole as he was eating my ass. Wondered also if while he rimmed guys, whether he dragged his moustache over their cheeks and up and down their crack? I got hard again just thinking about it.

“Been looking, but haven’t seen you since that night. Missed you, been wondering where you were.”  I said after our lips had parted and we let each other’s tongue retreat back into their respective mouths.

 “Oh. I’ve been around, you just haven’t notice. You’ve been otherwise engaged, like tonight.  He leaned in close to me and deliberately, noisily, purposefully, sniffed several times. He raised his eyebrows several time quickly and smiled. “You’ve had a busy night.”

 “What? Sorry not following.”

“I’ve been watching you make the rounds. Taking those chaps for a spin around the room, and your ass for a ride or more accurately several rides.” 

“What? Are you a voyeur?   Are you stalking me?”

“Maybe, maybe not or maybe I just like watching that ass of yours getting fucked. I think to qualify as a voyeur I’d have to like watching anyone’s ass getting fucked but I’m just interested in yours. And to be a proper voyeur, I’d have to like just watching but not fucking you myself, which is definitely not the case. I like both." He took a swig from his bottle and then continued…

“But maybe I am guilty on the stalker charge. That ass of yours is pretty damn sexy when it’s in motion and being fucked by some big stiff cock, even when it isn’t my cock doing the fucking. 

Let’s see, there was behind the pool table, the red jock behind the dumpster and the session in the sex room with those five guys and that’s just tonight. He moved his hand from my cheek and collected the cum leaking out of my hole. He brought his cum covered fingers up to my face and rubbed it between his fingers in front of my eyes. " He grinned and continued:

“Take your last session with the big black monster body, the three furry muscle bears and the ginger hunk for example. That’s definitely something that I would love to have seen. Did it feel as good as it looked like it should have? Taste as good?  Did they fulfill the expectations that their bodies promised?  If it felt half as good as it sounded, you must have had some really good fucks."

“Sounded?”  I asked puzzled.

“Of course, when a group of 5 hunky guys and your ass-less chaps move in unison to the restrooms, you tend to draw attention…and curiosity. You had to have known that. There was a group of us listening at the door. You don’t think that you were left undisturbed for over 3 hours because no one wanted the room. We were all listening and jerking, several of the group actually shot. It sounded that hot. And it was a very vocal group. Lots to listen to especially enjoyed their detailed descriptions, directions and reports of their experiences. We thank you for that by the way, it made for really good listening."

I started to say something and he held up a finger indicating that I he wasn’t finished while he swallowed another swig from his beer.

“And the night we met, besides me, there was that very sexy lean black guy. My compliments by the way, you have very good taste. Did he taste as good as he looked?  It certainly sounded like he fucked as good as he looked, would have loved to have seen that action.  It also sounded like a good time, although it wasn’t as vocal as tonight, it still sounded hot. You can get pretty verbal yourself when you’re getting fucked right."

“You were listening?” I asked again.  He took another swig from his bottle, raised his index finger again

“And we definitely shouldn’t forget that tall guy with the really big package last week. Now that’s something I would definitely have loved to have seen. Really sorry I missed that one.

Again, you think no one else wanted the room? You were in there for over two hours and a half hours and when one guy got the nerve to knock, egged on by the others in the group I must confess, full crotch guy made it perfectly clear he didn’t want to be disturbed or want company which disappointed us all. While it all sounded terrific from outside the door, I really would have liked to have seen it up close and personal. In the flesh, as it were. From your response, it was clear that the bulge was all him and not stuffed with anything but his monster cock.  No socks, no tp, nothing but one big massive cock to fuck your sexy ass sore, spreading your hole wide open.  That’s a cock that I would have loved to have seen and, of course, the balls that go with it and supply that massive cock with its juice. I bet those balls were some site. Did they taste good? Really would have loved to have see those balls, maybe even tasted them myself.

I actually couldn’t help myself from stroking my cock while listening to him stretching your hole and instructing you to relax and breathe as he described how much of his cock he was pushing inside you and when he was pushing his monster cock deeper and deeper into your hole, then asking if you were ready for more. Really hot! And when he started to actually fuck you, listening to that and then hearing him yell out when he shot his load. Hell, I actually came in my jeans myself. And you were also quite verbal with your mixture of moans groans and a few yells, some from pain but a lot more from pleasure."

“You were listening at the door then too?”

“Of course, and I wasn’t the only one. Several of the others shot their load also. Even behind closed doors, your ass attracts attention. And you were in the room for over two hours. There were others waiting.  Really wish I could have seen that. Not just him fucking you but also what his equipment looked like…and maybe tasted like and maybe his ass. Yep, really would have liked to have seen that one.”

“Damn, man, you have been stalking me! Maybe I should take out a restraining order.”  I took a swig from my beer and thought that all this should sound super creepy, but somehow I found that it sounded super hot someone who not only wanted to fuck me but who liked to listen and wanted to watch other guys fuck me too. It appealed to the exhibitionist in me but also promised participation not just observation with evidently no jealously, just appreciation of guys having fun and some good sex. If he had just wanted to watch and not fuck me, that I might have thought was a bit creepy, but his wanting to fuck me also made it all alright for some reason that I couldn’t explain.  Definitely, my kind of guy.

I thought for a minute, let the silence hang between us and then said coyly “Well you might just get your wish.  I’m seeing him Wednesday night.”   

“Really?   Would you do it again? Have you already?” 

“Hell, yes. He gave me the biggest loads that I’ve ever had in both holes, he’s a multi-cummer and his cum is delicious. And he gave me one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. Not the easiest, certainly not the least painful but definitely one of the best. Almost sounds like you might be envious or is it jealous?” 

“Could be, unless, of course, I knew that ass of yours was coming home with me and I’d be your last fuck and load tonight… and maybe Wednesday night? …or maybe every night?.” 

I was ready to leave anyway. I found this guy very intriguing and certainly appreciated his interest in me both watching and fucking. 

“Is that an invitation?” 

We went back to his place that night.  I never really left.

To be continued…