Travis

Chapter 5

Preparation?

Before Travis actually introduced me to the first of these older hung sexually dissatisfied married men, of course he continued to train me.

So after he learned that when Doug saw me looking at his cock at a urinal and asked me if I wanted to suck it, not only did Travis scold me for not going down on him right there and then, but he also told me I shouldn’t just be waiting for guys to ask me to suck their cocks.

For starters, Travis would have me let him know both who I was looking at and thinking of sucking, as well as letting me know who he thought I should be going after.  Then he would prompt me to follow them into a restroom, as soon as the chance arose, and if he was with me would make sure I was in the middle, as he made sure I looked, and made sure a comment came out, if not from me then from him.

So Brett was standing there pissing, with me looking, but still a bit shy, as Travis almost out of nowhere looked over:  “So tell me you don’t want to suck it even more now that it’s right there next to you?”

It was hard not to be embarrassed, and knowing what Travis knew, hard also not to admit it.

So there was my first round of going after a dude, while he was pissing. And before I knew it Brett was cumming down my throat, with Travis pushing me deeper and deeper on his cock.

Brett was happily shocked, it seemed, as Travis pushed things further and further:  “I’ll bet you anything he’d love it even more if you fucked him, man.”

That was more than enough for Brett to go even harder, as Travis proceeded to helping Brett fuck me, right then and there.

“The bitch loves it, man.  Trust me.”

And Brett thrusted his big cock deep inside and dropped a second load.

“Fuck.  Thanks, man.”

Travis laughed:  “My pleasure.”

And as soon as Brett headed out Travis scolded me:  “You know you should have done that all by yourself, right?”

I was almost ashamed that I hadn’t had more courage, but before long Travis was having me report even more on a regular basis:  whose cock I had complimented, whose cock I had begged to suck, whose cum I had swallowed, who had fucked me, together with the details, and more.

But of course none of that stopped Travis from volunteering me as well:  at the gym, in the showers, at urinals, even in public just hanging around:  “Lucky you.  Here’s that dude you’ve been talking to me about sucking and fucking you, no?”

What shame I had disappeared more and more, even to the point that I even started being able to talk seemingly straight dudes into at least letting me suck them off, and more often than not, even fuck me.

Public restrooms moved on to gym lockers, showers, saunas, swimming pool changing rooms, and even discrete corners of public pools, weight rooms, and more.  And the more I sucked and got nailed, the more Travis encouraged me to share details with Jake, Russell, Paul and more.

And I continued to be shocked at how many times a day these guys could cum, increasingly along with their friends.

And with Travis.

That was another new twist.  Helping Brett fuck me was Travis’ first turn, as he increasingly did his best to join in, however worked best.  And of course helping the other guy or guys use me led more and more to Travis joining in.  From him and one other dude, to two other dudes, and even to groups of more:  I don’t know if I had ever seen him so proud as when he decided to fuck me in a semi-private dressing room at the pool, leaving the door open so his younger buddy Jeff was able to come on in and help him out.

And all the while Travis’ longer term plan continued to develop:  to get at least one hung older married man to fuck me like he had never fucked before.

But I really wasn’t expecting the surprise meeting just after Travis and Jeff had both unloaded in me at a follow-up event, again at the pool.

Travis was beaming as Tony’s brother Mel walked in, even as Travis slipped his hand down the back of my pants and two of his fingers into my cum-leaking hole.

“Fuck Mel.  Nice to finally get the two of you together.”

My heart skipped a beat.  Damn.  Was his dick really over a foot long?  Was he really as horny as Travis had been telling me?  And most importantly, how was I going to be able to satisfy him?

Mel grabbed his crotch and looked at me.  Travis and I were just walking out of the semi-private dressing room, as Travis pushed me down to bury my face in Mel’s crotch, right at the door, even as his and Jeff’s cum continued to leak out of my hole.

I breathed hard and deep as my face rubbed against Mel’s bulging jeans.  I had done over 10” before, but had a hard time believing in a cock over a foot long, even as I felt Mel’s massive tool slowly going hard.

Clearly no time for pride of any kind.

I tenderly bit his crotch.  I heard Mel moan.  I heard Travis tell him “I told you.”

Fuck.  Could his balls really be as big as it seemed like they might be?  Even as his monster cock went harder and harder.

My heart was pounding as I slowly unleashed the most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my entire life.

“Shouldn’t we step inside, man?”

Travis responded:  “Your call entirely, man.  There’s no way he’s backing off now.  Here.  Anywhere you want. His place. Yours. Mine.

“Fuck.  I’m hard just thinking about this.”

“Shit.”  Mel just stood there as I unbuttoned his jeans.  Of course he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Mel’s pubes were trimmed.  The base of his shaft was massive.  I tried, unsuccessfully, to get my mouth around it.  I knew I was salivating.  So did he.  And so did Travis.

I slowly worked his jeans down.  He continued to go harder, as his cock veins started to swell.  His cock had to go well past halfway to his knee.

I was worshipping like never before.  Travis was already undoing his pants and jerking off as I finally succeeded in getting Mel’s cockhead in my mouth. 

There was so much precum it halfway looked like he was starting to piss.

Travis eased both of us into the changing room and shut the door, even as he started cumming on Mel’s shaft.

Mel looked at him.

“You know I’m buying him from you.”