The shop is busy, but it is a mite after nine p.m. says the clock on the wall and the darkness on the street outside or after. It is not unusual at this time of the night. I have been in this shop before. I recognize it. The shop is located on a corner of Love and Fisk in the heart of The District. People stroll in. Some are locked arm-and-arm like they have been together for years. But for some it has only been hours and some scant minutes. Some of the pair have known each other from before. And from other previous “dates.”
But I stand. On display. Displayed. Their eyes peruse over me. Some are not impressed. Others gawk at me like I am the fabled Michelangelo’s David. But I am neither as young nor as vigorous as that statue would have been in real life. But no man is, if the truth be known.
I do not know how I got here. Sprawled on display like a side of beef for sale at the butchers. But here I am. Their eyes roam over me assessing every inch of me. Some drool. Some turn and eye and glance back to make sure they are seeing what they are seeing. But some do more than use their eyes to survey me. One or two have cupped my balls in their fingers. And squeezed. In their warm hands, I secrete some of my juice which coalest atop my cockhead from my piss-hole. Not satisfied with what they have siphoned from my low hanging testicles, some take my cock into their mouths and suckle me for more of my salty essence. That pressure is intense, their lips wrapped tightly around my cock as they glide along my precious length, taking inch upon inch into their wet warm mouth. By this time, I am hard. My seven inches angle outward like a sword from amongst my dark brown pubes. I can feel an intense throbbing along my length. And the weightiness of my heavy-laden balls wanting release.
But some of these men are watch as they stand on the perimeter. And some give woof calls as others slide, their wet tongues and warm mouths along the length of my tool. I feel the tension rise in my loins. Building and building. Mounting, like a canon about to fire its heavy iron cannonball. My glistened cockhead strains under their undulations. It feels good. And I do not mind the audience, but I am powerless to fight them as they molest me, willingly, as I stand motionless. Still, while my cock throbs red and leaks more of my juice onto the tiled floor of this shop. I can see the puddle getting bigger with the seed I am depositing.
Some poke their noses into my pubes. Breathing in my hearty musk like it is bottled to be sold as an aphrodisiac. I do not mind these either, nor the roaming fingers that cross over the muscles that I had earned from the many hours in the gym and on the various ball fields. Baseball and football, and the occasional tennis court but baseball being my chosen game. My package is fully visible in that gear. My bulge, full, for all to see. I am proud of that display too.
I admit, I am proud of my nakedness before all the men that crowd into this specialty shop.
But I wonder how I got here. It is a question that fogs my brain. I had noticed no such display before when I had visited this shop. Perhaps it is something new they are trying and I am the first. I do not know.
But still their hands roam. And their mouths devour. And their noses sniff. And the puddle grows bigger on the tile floor.
A lot of these men are like fingers scratching across the carpet of fur across my chest. It matches the hue of the hair that encircles my cock in its own furry mass. I am happy to display my manhood and my body. I believe in sharing my bodily possessions.
Suddenly, I heard a loud ruckus on the street outside the shop. It is voices I recognize. There are three.
“Tommy! Tommy! My boy, you are a fine specimen!” It is the pitcher on the baseball team I play with. With him is Jerry and Ellis. Two other members of the team. They admire me, at first, before they joined the others in touching me as the others before them had done. But they are rougher. Tougher. In their hands. I like that a lot.
Their hands roam my flesh. But they have seen me naked in the locker room. And hard, too. As I have seen them. We do a lot of rough housing; things happen when you play like we do. Getting a hard-on ain’t nothing to worry ‘bout. It happens; you go on.
“It looks like we got here just in time!” It is Mike. The pitcher. He has the loudest mouth on the team. He claims to have the fastest pitch in the league. We haven’t had our first game, so I do not know if it is true or not. He does pitch fast as I’ve seen him at practice.
“You like what you see?” The store owner walks up and stands among the three gawking at me, almost drooling.
“This here is our teammate on our baseball team, the Trojans.” Mike says. “Tommy.”
“He’s a fine specimen of manhood.” The store owner says as his hands join my three teammates as they continue to trail their fingers across my taunt heated flesh.
“We think so, too.” One of my teammates says.
“That’s what we do here at The Body Shop, we bring you the finest male flesh to peruse and devour.” The shop owner explains. “Enjoy your friend while he is here. He signed on for this display.”
I signed on. Where? When? I ponder. But I will not deny them, since I am primed and ready to go.
“We can do anything?” Mike asks.
“Yep! Yep! That’s what he is here for, boys.” The shop owners say loudly, so the whole shop can hear. He wants all to hear. “I mean…men, none of y’all looks like a boy to me. I am sure of it. Enjoy yourself.”
I can feel Ellis’ mouth as it wraps around my cock. The mouth of his is the hottest one who has swallowed me, so far, tonight.
“He tastes good, Ellis?” Jerry asks as Ellis manages a throated mumble as his tongue whips around my cock like a bolt of lightning. I feel my cock getting even harder in Ellis’ mouth.
When the trio suddenly stops, stands, and starts stripping naked in front of those in the shop and those passing in front of the front door. They stop too. And began watching as the trio peels away each piece of their clothing. The trio are as naked as I am, although I am in a stupor, they were all robust with each of their cock bursting to life between their legs once all their clothes are gone.
Mike, the pitcher, all dark hair and muscled and built like a bull stand closest to me.
Jerry, one of the outfielders, is tall and lean, with a mop full of fly away red hair. His cock is lean like a pencil. With the cluster of fiery red curls wrapped around his hardness.
And the last is Ellis. The biggest broad-shouldered man on the baseball team. His kinky Afro curls match the denseness of the pubes between his legs. His cock waves like the flagpole between his legs. All of us on the baseball team admire his fleshy bat. The big chubby piece of man-meat that it is. We all slobbered like kids after a lollipop when we saw it. Many in the crowd were busy rubbing their crotches when they got naked. I feel my own cock pulse at the sight of him.
A few whoops go out among the crowd. There was a show and I figured I was the entertainment. I am happy to be.
Mike gets behind me, stoops down and buries his face in my hairy ass and begins to munch there like a man possessed. He digs in, his tongue whips around and goes deeper. And deeper into my hole. I moan. Meanwhile, Jerry and Ellis fight over my hard cock. Each letting their tongues and mouths find a way to get a shot at my leaking tool.
I am on fire. The fingers of Jerry and Ellis manages to find a nipple to pinch as they gobble like demons on my swelled cock. In my head, I moan. And groan.
But I am not alone. Among the spectators many have taken out their cock and stroke them in full view of the other men that have crowded about in The Body Shop.
Mike. Jerry. And Ellis all manage to stroke their own cocks as they devour my hole and swallow my cock, while between strokes Ellis and Jerry do pinch my tender nips.
My body is pulsing with all the attention being taken upon it. And being watched only adds to the building excitement. Whatever had been used to sedate him also seems to have heightened my arousal. He wants to yell. And scream. And say, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” in his loudest voice possible but he cannot, all he can do is moan. And groan.
As Mike tears through the hairs of my ass, rimming my hole deeper with his lithe tongue I rise to greater heights. While Ellis has moved from his cock and is slobbering over my nipples. They grow more sensitive as his days-old stubble rouses me. Jerry seems to
pay more attention to the crown of my cock. I glisten with excitement as the warm tongue lathers me. I feel near bursting as my cockhead grows in its fierceness. But all he can do is groan. And moan, as these escape through my sealed lips. My eyes are bolted open as I take in all that is transpiring around me.
Everyone’s attention is on them. Me. Mike. Jerry. And Ellis. The men in attendance had begun to shuck their clothes and many stand naked with their cocks in their hands. Some of the men are being sucked as he is by others in the crowd. The audience mimics what is being done on the little stage in front of them.
Some men have moved in behind their partners. Their cocks poised at the entrances to the ass of the man they are standing behind. He hopes Mike would take that same position and assault his spit-lubed hole with his thick girthy cock. He had admired Mike’s equipment many times in the locker room. He had lusted after it. And now he wants it. Desires it. He hopes that what Mike had been doing with his tongue and mouth had properly prepared him for that cock’s entrance.
And then he feels Mike’s cock at the entranceway to his ass. He feels the hardness as it worms its way into his hair-lined crack, parting it like the fabled Red Sea. Mike wants it deeper and then ever deeper with his cock. Inch after inch disappearing inside the folds of his tender part. He is tight. Damn tight. So tight he feels Mike’s blood pulsing inside his hard-on that is buried to the hilt inside his ass. Tommy gasps. Mike gasps. But for different reasons.
Mike begins to pump. The swishy sound as he plunges his almost eight inches inside of him. But the thickness opens him up.
But Jerry did not cease with his machinations of swallowing Tommy’s cock. It grew larger in Jerry’s mouth. It was because Tommy’s round ass is being assaulted (and welcomed) by Mike’s deftly used cock. As this is happening on the stage, men are being fucked amongst the crowd. All manners of debauchery are in play with the many gathered in The Body Shop. Sex permeates the atmosphere. Even the shop owner joins in with his patrons. He strips himself naked and strokes his cock along while Mike’s cock plunges into Tommy’s willing hole. The crowd exhales moans. And loud guttural groans. The men outside peered in through the store front windows. Each is like a picture window. Magnifying what is transpiring. Enjoying the show from the crowd and the stage. It is better than any show at the Third-Leg Triple X Theatre located across the street.
Tommy likes the fact that he is motionless and still as a statue means that all his other parts are set on fire. His cock. Pointed. And dripping its juice like a leaky spigot. And being swallowed by Jerry like he is eating his last meal. And his ass. Being rammed like a jackhammer by the team’s pitcher demonstrating to all the crowd he knows how to fuck a hole after eating it out and prepping it for his cock.
He can feel his ass get tighter as Mike’s cock gets fuller. He knows what that means. Then it happens. Mike whoops like he had scored a touchdown and then he feels his hole being flooded with the potent seed of the pitcher. Some in the crowd does the same to the men they are fucking.
“It’s my turn now!” Says Ellis. His dark cock hitting either side of his thigh as he positions himself behind Tommy. “You ready for me, Tommy?”
Tommy finds he cannot answer. But it does not stop Ellis. He teases Tommy’s hole with his cock. Juices are already glistening the baseball players fabled cockhead. It is an envious piece of manhood that the man possesses. Tommy could not wait for it to be inside him. And then it is.
Ellis is not gentle. He pushes himself in one swell swoop into Tommy’s ass. Tommy gasps. But he takes all ten of Ellis’ inches. Tommy guesses that that is his teammates’ length. But he is not sure. It is bigger than his. And Mike and Jerry’s but a few men in front of him, the audience, perhaps are Ellis’ size or larger. But Tommy is not positive.
Ellis does not waste time. He immediately hammers Tommy’s ass. Ellis breaks out into a sweat. As does Tommy, the man is like an engine as he pumps his cock into Tommy’s already prepared hole. He rams. And rams. Ellis’ seed mixes with the wetness of Mike’s cum and fuels the easiness of the man’s heated thrust.
Tommy wants to scream. But finds he cannot.
Jerry had risen from sucking on Tommy’s cock and eggs his teammate Ellis on.
“Fuck’em, Ellis! Fuck’em, Ellis!” Jerry yells.
Mike joins in.
“Fuck him! Fuck him!” Mike adds.
And then a chorus of the audience joins in the fray.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
This does it.
Ellis explodes. His body shakes like he has been ravished with a fit. But his cock never leaves Tommy’s puckered hole as his balls empties inside the pliant receptacle named Tommy.
Then Tommy explodes and showers his seed on the crowd.
And then Jerry sprays his seed.
And then Mike.
The crowd is baptized in the three young men’s offerings.
They all sigh. But Tommy remains motionless. His body awash in the dew of the fucking and sucking. And that is the end for now…
Story inspired by an actual dream although I was inside of a box with my cock poking out of a hole. I am sucked, licked and fondled as my cock dripped with cum through the opening in the box.
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