Hole in the Wall
A Hole in the Wall
I my town down in the original part of town there are some classic old buildings that were originally built around 1910. This is your typical “downtown” with a main street, shops and stores, a couple of old bars and taverns, great food places and thankfully it has made a revival over the past few years. One of the buildings is a classic old hotel with an entrance facing the state highway. On one side of the entry is the hotel lobby and in a separate bay is a classic old saloon. This is not going to attract the local gentry but it is a good place for guys to stop and get a quick beer on their way home from work or to hang out on the weekend and watch sports on the big screen and have a beer. The bay is narrow and long and leads back to boys and girls rest rooms in the back on one side of the hall and a small storage room and adjoining office opposite the rest rooms. The bar itself is a long, beautifully crafted hardwood bar dating back to 1916. Behind it is a massive bar back with mirrors. This place is straight out of a Bogart movie and has a lot of history.
As I indicated earlier this is not the society part of town but is a place where working guys hang out. During the week is is pretty quiet until about 4 pm when guys start getting off work. I often check out the stores and eat in this part of town and one day in August I decided on a lark to step in and check this place out. It was about 3 pm on a Thursday and the place was dead but I slinked in, taking in the sights and atmosphere and noted the bar tender watching me as I walked toward the bar. I was not dressed in the typical jeans, work boots and shirts that the guys usually wear. I was in short hiking short and a sleeveless t-shirt, running shoes and no socks. Not the typical customer. Nonetheless the bar keep said hi, take a seat and then asked “What can I get you?” I responded with a query as to the beers on tap and he had some of the local micro brews. I ordered one and he slid a glass across the bar to me.
I asked him how long the bar had been in this location and some history. He filled me in on the history and pointed out some of the unique wall art, etc as we chatted. We exchanged names, his being Walt, and bantered about as he cleaned glass ware and got things ready to go for the rush. I did note his extensive art work on his arms, some leading up to his neck and he took note of my interest. We started talking about tattoo art and he casually informed me that he got some of his art while in federal prison many years before. When he noticed that I was not phased by his mention of incarceration he started joking about this being the place where a lot of released guys hang out after work. By this time Walt had made me for a faggot and we engaged in a bit of eye and body language signaling. I broke the ice by asking “so tell me, is it true what they say about when the lights go out?” He laughed and responded “men are men and men have needs and no judge or jury is going to change that.” I fired back that being in that environment would be “like a k** in a candy store” for me. He laughed and said yes, but often you do not get your choice of dates. We continued this banter for a bit and still the bar was empty. I looked at him and asked “so who is taking care of you now?” He responded “Rosie and her five sisters” meaning that he was jacking off for sex. To that I asked “taking applications?” He laughed and said yes, but he would not be off until 10 pm. I slid off my stool and walked to the end of the bar where the swing gate was and came through. As I approached him I could see his right hand slide down to his crotch and give himself a rub. He was as hard as a rock under his khaki trousers. I dropped my hand to feel his manhood and when I touched him he leaned in to me. From that point I dropped to my knees and scooted under the bar. He faced forward as I pulled his cock from his fly and sucked it deep in to my throat. This was a strong, well built hunk of man. Walt was in his ‘50’s, stocky but without a big gut and I could feel the power in his legs as I put my hands behind them to steady myself on to him He placed his hands behind my head as I did my work and I could feel his strength and his desire. This guy had not had this kind of friendly attention in quite a while and he was thankful for my efforts but I could tell he could not hang on to his load for long. Three more deep strokes and I felt him tense up, pull my head down on him and force his cock in to my throat. Once there he began shooting loads in to me and he convulsed each time he came. I took it all in good form and as he drained himself I slid my mouth back and began to slowly stroke and suck in the hopes of completely draining him. We kept this up for another two minutes until he told me he was too sensitive to keep going. I allowed him to pull his cock out of my mouth and he stepped back, pulled a towel off the bar and wiped himself down and put his tool away. I got up off of my knees, walked back to the gate and resumed my seat and washed his cum down with the remainder of my beer. He said “I have not had head like that in a long time.” I responded by asking “so am I hired?” He laughed and said hell yes but we would have to be discrete if we did this at the bar.
He poured me another beer and we chatted, still alone but with rush hour approaching. I told him what part of town I lived in and that I could host or come down town whenever he had the bar to himself. He told me that he often opens in the mornings and closes at 2 am so we could use the office before or after hours. I said perfect and stood up to head to the boys room. I went in and walked to the urinal and Walt followed me in. He washed his hands and watched me piss and when I was done he said “let me show you something.” He took me to the last of three stalls, opened the door and showed me a perfectly cut glory hole just behind the TP dispenser. I looked up at him and smiled knowing that this was a local secret and a most welcome one. As we walked out to the bar he told me that a few guys had made the hole in the hopes of attracting a fag to work it for them. I asked if anyone had volunteered and he told me “not yet, but if you want it, it is yours exclusively.” He told me that he had a good feeling about me and that there were three guys who were in on the scam and he could arrange times for me to take care of them. I responded that it was a cock sucker’s dream and that I would respect all of the rules and do my best to do my duty to man.
Out front was the sound of a Dodge diesel pickup pulling in to a parking spot. Walt looked up and smiled and said “speak of the devil” and nodded toward the door. I looked over my left shoulder as a mountain of a man entered and slowly walked up to the bar. He must have been 6’7” and over 260 pounds, massive chest, thick black beard and hair on his arms and legs like steel wool. He was dressed in khaki work shorts and a short sleeve tee shirt, Cabelas baseball cap and work boots. He sat down two stools down from me and Walt acknowledged him by saying “Reno, my boy, you look like shit” and laughed. Reno responded by telling Walt that he had been on a job site since 5 am and was beat and sore all over from working out in the heat all day. Walt poured him a beer and a shot of Jack Daniels and they settled in to some familiar chat. Walt poured me another beer and then with his eyes motioned me toward the boys room. I slid off my stool and reported to the third stall as was expected. A minute after I had entered and taken a seat on the commode the door of the boys room swung open and I heard the sound of Reno’s boots walking down the tile floor and settling in to the second stall. I dropped to my knees in front of the hole and waited as Reno unzipped and fed his huge boner through to me. He was at least 10 inches long and thick with thick black hair curled around the base. As I put my lips on the head of his cock and began sliding down his pole I felt him tense with pleasure and lean in to me. I could taste his sweat as well as tell what brand of soap he used as I went to work on him. He was rock hard and was in to every bit of pleasure I was giving his shaft and head. Just like Walt, he came loaded and the chance of a surprise blow job added to his excitement as I worked on him. I heard him groan “shit, I’s gonna cum” and I kept up my work on pace knowing that trying to extend it would just end up frustrating him. Five or six more rides down his shaft and he let loose with a huge load. I dutifully sucked and licked and swallowed as he unloaded in me and savored the pleasure I gave his cock. When he was expended he pulled his cock back through the hole, exited the stall and cleaned up at the sink. Before he left the boys room he turned toward my stall and said, “you are fucking amazing, Walt was right. Let’s make this on the regular.”
I got up off of my knees and headed to the sink to clean up. After washing my face and then taking a piss I went back to the bar and my beer. Reno and Walt were talking and both smiled at me as I sat down. Walt asked “so you like the company?” to which I responded that I absolutely loved the part of the team I had met so far. Walt then went on to explain to me that on Monday through Thursday he had the bar to himself as the owners had another business that kept them tied up. On Friday through Sunday night he put the wood core back in the glory hole and camouflaged it. So during the week and before the crowds showed up at about five we were in business. After that if I was there and one of the guys wanted action it was either the office or the parking area behind the bar for car head. I told Walt and Reno that I fully understand and that I am a very reliable faggot who follows the rules. Just let me know when and where and I am there. Walt explained that he would get the other two members of the team down on the weekend but we would have to take it out back. I responded that it was fine with me and they could depend on me to keep it discrete. I slid my card to Walt with my phone numbers so he could let me know when was good or when one of the guys was around and in need. I had two yet to meet.
I finished my beer and put a twenty on the bar and bid my farewell. Walt said the other two might be around on Friday afternoon at about 3 so I told him I would be back and not to hesitate to call or text me if anything changed. We bid our farewells and I went to my car and off to the local ABS to see what was happening.
The next day I cut my work day short. It was Friday and I was curious to find out what the rest of the team had in store for me. Walt had texted me and told me Reno was off to Vegas for a job and would not be back until Tuesday but the other two should be in some time Friday afternoon. I showed up at the bar at 2:30 and walked in and noticed a couple of guys in the place. All were the kind of guys who worked at the local steel mill or on one of the many local construction sites. I took a stool at the bar and Walt cut me a local mico brew. As he slid my brew to me he said in a low voice “Mario will be here in a bit. He is going to park out back and come in the back door. He will sit here and I will connect you two but you have to take it out back. The bosses are doing the books in the office.” I nodded and smiled and said I had more mileage on me from car head than most of the classic cars parked out front. Walt chuckled and said that I would like Mario and his ride.
About thirty minutes later an older Hispanic man came through the back door and slowly walked up to the bar. He was about 5’10”, probably 220, broad shoulders, strong arms coming from the sleeves of his batik shirt and nice wool gaberdine slacks in a slate gray. His face was absolutely Aztec with a slim, razor cut mustache and razor cut medium side burns. He had absolutely perfect vampire hair swept up and back in to a duck tail. My guess was that he was about 60 but in very good shape. He took the stool next to me, ordered a Pacifico and a shot and looked sideways at me with a knowing smile. Walt struck up a familiar banter with him and then introduce me. We smiled and Mario and Walt started talking cars. It turned out that Mario owned a classic car restoration business two blocks down the alley and was well known all over the Southwest as a broker and restorer of classic cars. In the conversation Walt mentioned that I was a geek and might be able to help Mario with some of his problems on his web site and with his general ledger. Walt mentioned that Mario’s shop foreman, Wes, was also a “good friend” and might need my skills. Mario took his shot and downed his beer and looked at me and said, “Vamanos, Sally” and got up off his stool. I followed him out expecting to give him a quickie in the parking lot but he pointed to his perfectly restored 1960 Cadillac El Dorado convertible in perfect lip stick red. We got in to the car, top down, and I slid across the bench seat toward him expecting to give him head right there. Mario said ‘hold on, let’s go to the shop. Its more private.” On the way Mario told me the story of how he had hooked up with Walt and how they had tried to find a “Sally” but to no avail. He told me they had met while in federal prison and had both come to our town to start over, first working body fender work and then upward and onward. He finished his story as we entered the back lot to his business. There were four large roll up bay doors on the back shop and one was open. Mario pulled the Caddy in and then closed the electronic door. We got out of the car and headed across the shop floor to an office bay at the front of the building. As we entered I noticed only one other guy on the lot, a tall slender man in his mid forties and wearing a blue mechanic’s coveralls. He was moving cars in to position on the front lot to display for sale. Mario directed me in to a back office and once in there he went in to the desk and from a drawer pulled a pump bottle of anal lube and a towel. He asked “Are you clean” to which I responded yes, and tested and he further questioned me “are you douched and ready to fuck?” and I responded yes. Mario motioned me over to the side of the desk and commanded “strip.” I pulled off my tank top, dropped me shorts and kicked off my shoes and socks and retained the lavender satin panties I wore to the occasion. While I was stripping Mario had taken off his batik shirt and carefully removed his trousers and put both on hangers. He stood before me in black silk boxers with a boner sticking out of the hole. I walked toward him and he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in to him. He asked “have you taken a real man up your pussy?” and I responded yes and I would please him. I slipped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. We fell in to a rhythm that lasted for about two minutes when he pulled me up on my feet and bent me over the desk. I felt my panties hit the floor and then two lubricated fingers entered and started opening my ass. Mario forced me up hard against the desk and then forced me to bend down over the desk. I spread my arms and grabbed the edge of the desk knowing full well that a world class breeding was coming. He pulled his fingers out of me, squared up behind me and put both hands over my shoulders. I could feel the head of his cock locked on the entry of my pussy and he adjusted his position and forced me down to where he wanted me. Once in position he pushed his manhood half way in to me, fully five inches, and took a slight withdrawal and then took me full length. I had an 11 inch uncut Aztec beer can up my fanny in no time and he started taking me for a real ride. His hands dug in to my shoulders as he forced himself in to me, in and out in a steady and demanding pattern that increased his hardness over time but still held off the inevitable flood of baby batter that would end up in my upper sphincter. He was penetrating all the way through my rectum with each thrust and I knew he would unload deep inside of me. As he worked I became erect from the steady pounding my prostate was taking and after two minutes I had an orgasm that soiled the edge of his desk. Knowing that he had just made me cum did something to him and he started pounding harder and deeper until he let go with a huge torrent of semen. I felt him pulsate and convulse as he unloaded in me until after 9 convulsions he collapsed on me. I clamped down and held him deep in me until he began to retract and shrink back to normal. He pulled out of me with a “pop” and I instinctively reached down to pull up my panties when I heard a strange voice say “Not so fast, Nancy.”
I turned to look over my shoulder and there was Wes, the guy in the blue overalls with his zipper all the way down, cock in hand, stroking and watching the action. I noted that he had a very thick cock, probably 7 inches in diameter and 9 or so inches long. He was so hot and horny the purple glans looked like a shining gem staring straight at my ass. Mario sat down on a sofa across from the desk to watch the action and said to Wes “take it, we own it now.” Wes was taller and I could feel he was much stronger than me so when he stepped up behind me there was no doubt who was in charge and where this was all headed. Once again I had two strong hands on my shoulders forcing me down on to the desk and a cock banging at my entry. Wes was controlled in taking me and controlled in his pace. He told me to open up my pussy and take it and not try any cheap hooker tricks to make him cum too fast. He wanted a ride and an orgasm on is terms. Wes worked me with a controlled and steady pace and I took him easily but his grip on my shoulders and then neck told me who was in charge. We went on for at least twenty minutes as he controlled my moves and took his pleasure in me. As he worked and banged my prostate I dribbled more semen and became half erect. Soon I had a second orgasm but Wes just kept to his pace. He controlled the action for another ten minutes at least as I slowly felt him get harder, longer, thicker and felt his balls move up tight against his scrotum and in to launch position. His grip on my neck and right shoulder went from controlled to painful as he approached his orgasm. With my legs and crotch pressed hard against the edge of the desk I has no where to go and no option but to take the full length of his thrust as he demanded pleasure and satisfaction from me. I gave in totally to his lust and when he came I fully received his lust and his semen deep in to me. As he expended himself in to me he collapsed on to me, holding tight and mumbling “we will take good care of you, baby, trust us, we will take good care of you.”
This has been going on for 14 months now. All four are using my mouth and my fanny for their pleasure and for me it is a perfect situation. I know I have not been writing much about cruising and sucking cock at truck stops and adult arcades but believe me, I have been busy. And happy.
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I my town down in the original part of town there are some classic old buildings that were originally built around 1910. This is your typical “downtown” with a main street, shops and stores, a couple of old bars and taverns, great food places and thankfully it has made a revival over the past few years. One of the buildings is a classic old hotel with an entrance facing the state highway. On one side of the entry is the hotel lobby and in a separate bay is a classic old saloon. This is not going to attract the local gentry but it is a good place for guys to stop and get a quick beer on their way home from work or to hang out on the weekend and watch sports on the big screen and have a beer. The bay is narrow and long and leads back to boys and girls rest rooms in the back on one side of the hall and a small storage room and adjoining office opposite the rest rooms. The bar itself is a long, beautifully crafted hardwood bar dating back to 1916. Behind it is a massive bar back with mirrors. This place is straight out of a Bogart movie and has a lot of history.
As I indicated earlier this is not the society part of town but is a place where working guys hang out. During the week is is pretty quiet until about 4 pm when guys start getting off work. I often check out the stores and eat in this part of town and one day in August I decided on a lark to step in and check this place out. It was about 3 pm on a Thursday and the place was dead but I slinked in, taking in the sights and atmosphere and noted the bar tender watching me as I walked toward the bar. I was not dressed in the typical jeans, work boots and shirts that the guys usually wear. I was in short hiking short and a sleeveless t-shirt, running shoes and no socks. Not the typical customer. Nonetheless the bar keep said hi, take a seat and then asked “What can I get you?” I responded with a query as to the beers on tap and he had some of the local micro brews. I ordered one and he slid a glass across the bar to me.
I asked him how long the bar had been in this location and some history. He filled me in on the history and pointed out some of the unique wall art, etc as we chatted. We exchanged names, his being Walt, and bantered about as he cleaned glass ware and got things ready to go for the rush. I did note his extensive art work on his arms, some leading up to his neck and he took note of my interest. We started talking about tattoo art and he casually informed me that he got some of his art while in federal prison many years before. When he noticed that I was not phased by his mention of incarceration he started joking about this being the place where a lot of released guys hang out after work. By this time Walt had made me for a faggot and we engaged in a bit of eye and body language signaling. I broke the ice by asking “so tell me, is it true what they say about when the lights go out?” He laughed and responded “men are men and men have needs and no judge or jury is going to change that.” I fired back that being in that environment would be “like a k** in a candy store” for me. He laughed and said yes, but often you do not get your choice of dates. We continued this banter for a bit and still the bar was empty. I looked at him and asked “so who is taking care of you now?” He responded “Rosie and her five sisters” meaning that he was jacking off for sex. To that I asked “taking applications?” He laughed and said yes, but he would not be off until 10 pm. I slid off my stool and walked to the end of the bar where the swing gate was and came through. As I approached him I could see his right hand slide down to his crotch and give himself a rub. He was as hard as a rock under his khaki trousers. I dropped my hand to feel his manhood and when I touched him he leaned in to me. From that point I dropped to my knees and scooted under the bar. He faced forward as I pulled his cock from his fly and sucked it deep in to my throat. This was a strong, well built hunk of man. Walt was in his ‘50’s, stocky but without a big gut and I could feel the power in his legs as I put my hands behind them to steady myself on to him He placed his hands behind my head as I did my work and I could feel his strength and his desire. This guy had not had this kind of friendly attention in quite a while and he was thankful for my efforts but I could tell he could not hang on to his load for long. Three more deep strokes and I felt him tense up, pull my head down on him and force his cock in to my throat. Once there he began shooting loads in to me and he convulsed each time he came. I took it all in good form and as he drained himself I slid my mouth back and began to slowly stroke and suck in the hopes of completely draining him. We kept this up for another two minutes until he told me he was too sensitive to keep going. I allowed him to pull his cock out of my mouth and he stepped back, pulled a towel off the bar and wiped himself down and put his tool away. I got up off of my knees, walked back to the gate and resumed my seat and washed his cum down with the remainder of my beer. He said “I have not had head like that in a long time.” I responded by asking “so am I hired?” He laughed and said hell yes but we would have to be discrete if we did this at the bar.
He poured me another beer and we chatted, still alone but with rush hour approaching. I told him what part of town I lived in and that I could host or come down town whenever he had the bar to himself. He told me that he often opens in the mornings and closes at 2 am so we could use the office before or after hours. I said perfect and stood up to head to the boys room. I went in and walked to the urinal and Walt followed me in. He washed his hands and watched me piss and when I was done he said “let me show you something.” He took me to the last of three stalls, opened the door and showed me a perfectly cut glory hole just behind the TP dispenser. I looked up at him and smiled knowing that this was a local secret and a most welcome one. As we walked out to the bar he told me that a few guys had made the hole in the hopes of attracting a fag to work it for them. I asked if anyone had volunteered and he told me “not yet, but if you want it, it is yours exclusively.” He told me that he had a good feeling about me and that there were three guys who were in on the scam and he could arrange times for me to take care of them. I responded that it was a cock sucker’s dream and that I would respect all of the rules and do my best to do my duty to man.
Out front was the sound of a Dodge diesel pickup pulling in to a parking spot. Walt looked up and smiled and said “speak of the devil” and nodded toward the door. I looked over my left shoulder as a mountain of a man entered and slowly walked up to the bar. He must have been 6’7” and over 260 pounds, massive chest, thick black beard and hair on his arms and legs like steel wool. He was dressed in khaki work shorts and a short sleeve tee shirt, Cabelas baseball cap and work boots. He sat down two stools down from me and Walt acknowledged him by saying “Reno, my boy, you look like shit” and laughed. Reno responded by telling Walt that he had been on a job site since 5 am and was beat and sore all over from working out in the heat all day. Walt poured him a beer and a shot of Jack Daniels and they settled in to some familiar chat. Walt poured me another beer and then with his eyes motioned me toward the boys room. I slid off my stool and reported to the third stall as was expected. A minute after I had entered and taken a seat on the commode the door of the boys room swung open and I heard the sound of Reno’s boots walking down the tile floor and settling in to the second stall. I dropped to my knees in front of the hole and waited as Reno unzipped and fed his huge boner through to me. He was at least 10 inches long and thick with thick black hair curled around the base. As I put my lips on the head of his cock and began sliding down his pole I felt him tense with pleasure and lean in to me. I could taste his sweat as well as tell what brand of soap he used as I went to work on him. He was rock hard and was in to every bit of pleasure I was giving his shaft and head. Just like Walt, he came loaded and the chance of a surprise blow job added to his excitement as I worked on him. I heard him groan “shit, I’s gonna cum” and I kept up my work on pace knowing that trying to extend it would just end up frustrating him. Five or six more rides down his shaft and he let loose with a huge load. I dutifully sucked and licked and swallowed as he unloaded in me and savored the pleasure I gave his cock. When he was expended he pulled his cock back through the hole, exited the stall and cleaned up at the sink. Before he left the boys room he turned toward my stall and said, “you are fucking amazing, Walt was right. Let’s make this on the regular.”
I got up off of my knees and headed to the sink to clean up. After washing my face and then taking a piss I went back to the bar and my beer. Reno and Walt were talking and both smiled at me as I sat down. Walt asked “so you like the company?” to which I responded that I absolutely loved the part of the team I had met so far. Walt then went on to explain to me that on Monday through Thursday he had the bar to himself as the owners had another business that kept them tied up. On Friday through Sunday night he put the wood core back in the glory hole and camouflaged it. So during the week and before the crowds showed up at about five we were in business. After that if I was there and one of the guys wanted action it was either the office or the parking area behind the bar for car head. I told Walt and Reno that I fully understand and that I am a very reliable faggot who follows the rules. Just let me know when and where and I am there. Walt explained that he would get the other two members of the team down on the weekend but we would have to take it out back. I responded that it was fine with me and they could depend on me to keep it discrete. I slid my card to Walt with my phone numbers so he could let me know when was good or when one of the guys was around and in need. I had two yet to meet.
I finished my beer and put a twenty on the bar and bid my farewell. Walt said the other two might be around on Friday afternoon at about 3 so I told him I would be back and not to hesitate to call or text me if anything changed. We bid our farewells and I went to my car and off to the local ABS to see what was happening.
The next day I cut my work day short. It was Friday and I was curious to find out what the rest of the team had in store for me. Walt had texted me and told me Reno was off to Vegas for a job and would not be back until Tuesday but the other two should be in some time Friday afternoon. I showed up at the bar at 2:30 and walked in and noticed a couple of guys in the place. All were the kind of guys who worked at the local steel mill or on one of the many local construction sites. I took a stool at the bar and Walt cut me a local mico brew. As he slid my brew to me he said in a low voice “Mario will be here in a bit. He is going to park out back and come in the back door. He will sit here and I will connect you two but you have to take it out back. The bosses are doing the books in the office.” I nodded and smiled and said I had more mileage on me from car head than most of the classic cars parked out front. Walt chuckled and said that I would like Mario and his ride.
About thirty minutes later an older Hispanic man came through the back door and slowly walked up to the bar. He was about 5’10”, probably 220, broad shoulders, strong arms coming from the sleeves of his batik shirt and nice wool gaberdine slacks in a slate gray. His face was absolutely Aztec with a slim, razor cut mustache and razor cut medium side burns. He had absolutely perfect vampire hair swept up and back in to a duck tail. My guess was that he was about 60 but in very good shape. He took the stool next to me, ordered a Pacifico and a shot and looked sideways at me with a knowing smile. Walt struck up a familiar banter with him and then introduce me. We smiled and Mario and Walt started talking cars. It turned out that Mario owned a classic car restoration business two blocks down the alley and was well known all over the Southwest as a broker and restorer of classic cars. In the conversation Walt mentioned that I was a geek and might be able to help Mario with some of his problems on his web site and with his general ledger. Walt mentioned that Mario’s shop foreman, Wes, was also a “good friend” and might need my skills. Mario took his shot and downed his beer and looked at me and said, “Vamanos, Sally” and got up off his stool. I followed him out expecting to give him a quickie in the parking lot but he pointed to his perfectly restored 1960 Cadillac El Dorado convertible in perfect lip stick red. We got in to the car, top down, and I slid across the bench seat toward him expecting to give him head right there. Mario said ‘hold on, let’s go to the shop. Its more private.” On the way Mario told me the story of how he had hooked up with Walt and how they had tried to find a “Sally” but to no avail. He told me they had met while in federal prison and had both come to our town to start over, first working body fender work and then upward and onward. He finished his story as we entered the back lot to his business. There were four large roll up bay doors on the back shop and one was open. Mario pulled the Caddy in and then closed the electronic door. We got out of the car and headed across the shop floor to an office bay at the front of the building. As we entered I noticed only one other guy on the lot, a tall slender man in his mid forties and wearing a blue mechanic’s coveralls. He was moving cars in to position on the front lot to display for sale. Mario directed me in to a back office and once in there he went in to the desk and from a drawer pulled a pump bottle of anal lube and a towel. He asked “Are you clean” to which I responded yes, and tested and he further questioned me “are you douched and ready to fuck?” and I responded yes. Mario motioned me over to the side of the desk and commanded “strip.” I pulled off my tank top, dropped me shorts and kicked off my shoes and socks and retained the lavender satin panties I wore to the occasion. While I was stripping Mario had taken off his batik shirt and carefully removed his trousers and put both on hangers. He stood before me in black silk boxers with a boner sticking out of the hole. I walked toward him and he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in to him. He asked “have you taken a real man up your pussy?” and I responded yes and I would please him. I slipped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. We fell in to a rhythm that lasted for about two minutes when he pulled me up on my feet and bent me over the desk. I felt my panties hit the floor and then two lubricated fingers entered and started opening my ass. Mario forced me up hard against the desk and then forced me to bend down over the desk. I spread my arms and grabbed the edge of the desk knowing full well that a world class breeding was coming. He pulled his fingers out of me, squared up behind me and put both hands over my shoulders. I could feel the head of his cock locked on the entry of my pussy and he adjusted his position and forced me down to where he wanted me. Once in position he pushed his manhood half way in to me, fully five inches, and took a slight withdrawal and then took me full length. I had an 11 inch uncut Aztec beer can up my fanny in no time and he started taking me for a real ride. His hands dug in to my shoulders as he forced himself in to me, in and out in a steady and demanding pattern that increased his hardness over time but still held off the inevitable flood of baby batter that would end up in my upper sphincter. He was penetrating all the way through my rectum with each thrust and I knew he would unload deep inside of me. As he worked I became erect from the steady pounding my prostate was taking and after two minutes I had an orgasm that soiled the edge of his desk. Knowing that he had just made me cum did something to him and he started pounding harder and deeper until he let go with a huge torrent of semen. I felt him pulsate and convulse as he unloaded in me until after 9 convulsions he collapsed on me. I clamped down and held him deep in me until he began to retract and shrink back to normal. He pulled out of me with a “pop” and I instinctively reached down to pull up my panties when I heard a strange voice say “Not so fast, Nancy.”
I turned to look over my shoulder and there was Wes, the guy in the blue overalls with his zipper all the way down, cock in hand, stroking and watching the action. I noted that he had a very thick cock, probably 7 inches in diameter and 9 or so inches long. He was so hot and horny the purple glans looked like a shining gem staring straight at my ass. Mario sat down on a sofa across from the desk to watch the action and said to Wes “take it, we own it now.” Wes was taller and I could feel he was much stronger than me so when he stepped up behind me there was no doubt who was in charge and where this was all headed. Once again I had two strong hands on my shoulders forcing me down on to the desk and a cock banging at my entry. Wes was controlled in taking me and controlled in his pace. He told me to open up my pussy and take it and not try any cheap hooker tricks to make him cum too fast. He wanted a ride and an orgasm on is terms. Wes worked me with a controlled and steady pace and I took him easily but his grip on my shoulders and then neck told me who was in charge. We went on for at least twenty minutes as he controlled my moves and took his pleasure in me. As he worked and banged my prostate I dribbled more semen and became half erect. Soon I had a second orgasm but Wes just kept to his pace. He controlled the action for another ten minutes at least as I slowly felt him get harder, longer, thicker and felt his balls move up tight against his scrotum and in to launch position. His grip on my neck and right shoulder went from controlled to painful as he approached his orgasm. With my legs and crotch pressed hard against the edge of the desk I has no where to go and no option but to take the full length of his thrust as he demanded pleasure and satisfaction from me. I gave in totally to his lust and when he came I fully received his lust and his semen deep in to me. As he expended himself in to me he collapsed on to me, holding tight and mumbling “we will take good care of you, baby, trust us, we will take good care of you.”
This has been going on for 14 months now. All four are using my mouth and my fanny for their pleasure and for me it is a perfect situation. I know I have not been writing much about cruising and sucking cock at truck stops and adult arcades but believe me, I have been busy. And happy.
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