Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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Note - Inspired by a half hour of a carnal assault, I added a prolonged fantasized ending to this story, making it one of the most intoxicating fantasies I’ve ever enjoyed.

Coming from a small town, I had no real idea what could happen in a low rent city bar. I was a stupid and naïve long hair looking for something, anything to get high on. My mission was to buy just enough of something so I could sell the rest to my friends to get a free buzz for myself. I had heard a lot of dealers hung out at this bar called, the Blue Star. I had more guts than sense back then at the age of eighteen.

A friend dropped me off in the right area, but had to go to work. I figured that when I got something I’d call someone else for a ride home. It took only a few minutes to walk to the bar. It was a seedy looking dump that I figured looked like the perfect place to find some happy material. When I walked in, the barkeep asked for my ID. You only had to be eighteen at that time, so I had no problem getting in. He did want to know who I was looking for, so I said, “Just a local!” He gave me a look that I interpreted as, ‘dumb kid’, but for all the wrong reasons. I sat at a table by myself, a pretty well known signal that I was looking for something.

About ten minutes later a guy sat down and asked me my name and what I was looking for tonight. I told him Sol and ‘a little smoke’ and he said I was too late. There had been a guy there a little while earlier with some, but he had left. He asked if I had a second choice and I replied, “Anything I can make a little money on.” I was asked if Green Goop would meet my needs and I said ‘yeah, probably’. I knew the slang to mean speed, but I had never tried that type before. The guy pulled out a vial and spoon, and offered me a taste. I wasn’t completely stupid and said I wanted to see him try some first. After he gladly obliged my request, I took a hit myself. He said he’d be back in a few minutes to see if I wanted to talk business.

It didn’t take that long. In less than a minute, my world had hit fast forward. I decided the buzz I already caught would make my friends and I quite happy. So, when I started looking for where the guy had gone, he appeared from the shadows. We made a deal for a hundred bucks worth and he told me to follow him. I was led to a corner table that had three men sitting around it. They were biker/construction types and the guy in the rear told me to have a seat. He wanted to know how I knew of the place, I told him the folklore I had heard, and they all laughed. I told him it was pretty good stuff and then how much I wanted.

The guy told me to get in the booth and one of the guys had to get up to let me in. It was a circular table and bench, so I figured he just wanted some cover to make the exchange. (For the unaware, Green Goop is a brand of Meth Crystal, and its second main effect is that it gets you randy as hell.) So, as I found myself sitting between two large gruff looking men, I got an intense little twitch I couldn’t yet describe. My slight build and long hair, mixed with being in the wrong place at the wrong at the wrong time would be my undoing. My men squeezed me fairly close between them and the main dude asked for my money. Knowing I had no real choice but to comply or risk insulting them, I handed over the hundred bucks.

I learned the guy I was dealing with was named Paul. He held up a finger to one of the guys at the bar, so I knew I would have to wait for him to fetch my order. Paul asked me what my favorite drink was and I told him Tequila was fine. As he yelled to the barkeep for a round of drinks, I got rather uncomfortable when he put his arm around me on the back of the bench seat we were sitting on. And I became more anxious when our drinks came and Paul pulled me closer to him, left his arm around me, and told the barkeep, “My little friend here gets the hard one.” (Hopefully meaning the liquor.)

I asked how long it would be to get the stuff and was told however long it took. Then there was a barrage of questions put to me. The two that did me in was; how did I get there, and who was waiting for me? As soon as I answered the last one, Paul squeezed me harder and said, “I think I’ve found me something special tonight.” With that, he ordered me another drink and insisted that I quickly down the one I had already. When the second one arrived, he suggested that I would want to finish that one just as quick. Since my predicament was becoming obvious to me now, I figured that the drinks would indeed probably help me out, and sucked it down. Paul’s hand was rubbing and groping my side as he kept his arm around me. And then it started as soon as I finished that drink.

Paul told Brad to let us out and pushed me with his hip to get me out of the booth. He announced he had to hit the head and asked me if I would accompany him. I said, “I don’t need to go…” but with his arm still around me, he walked me towards the bathrooms anyways. Just before going down the hall to them, he told the barkeep to have another drink ready for me; I would need it in a minute. I told him I didn’t have enough money for another and he told me ‘not to worry, it was being paid for’. He also nodded to a guy by the entrance to the hall that was sitting at the bar.

Paul walked me into the bathroom and as the door shut, his free hand went straight to my crotch as he pushed me against a wall by the urinals. I put both of my hands on his, but didn’t persuade it to move at all. I told him I wasn’t gay, but that didn’t seem to phase him at all. He rubbed his hand over my crotch roughly until he gave me a boner. Then he said, “You know why you’re here. And this little hardon tells me you want to do it as bad as I need it.” I tried to get him to realize the hardon was an involuntary action, and repeated that I had never done anything like this before. Though that was certainly not true, I didn’t want to encourage this guy already very much in an aroused state. I made a conscience decision that I didn’t want to have to give this guy a blowjob. I was too close to my hometown and had a reputation to protect.

He released me for a moment, backed me hard against the wall, and told me to rub him. His face was only inches from mine, and I quickly realized that I wasn’t going to get out of this. All I could hope was to stay on his good side, if there was one. So slowly, I lowered one of my hands that had been trying to push him away and started to rub his crotch. His hard prick was already very obvious to me and I rubbed the outline of it. Though I wanted him to force me to do everything to keep him from knowing that I had done this before, I decided that once I was on his cock, I wanted to finish him quickly so I could get out of there. As much time as I spent fantasying about being ‘taken’ by guys, when it came time to do it, I was scared out of my mind.

While I rubbed away at his cock, I stated, “Someone could come in here at any moment.” Paul laughed and said, “That’s taken care of, this is my playroom for the moment. Besides, as soon as you walked through that door, everyone in the place knew what you would soon be doing for me. So just relax and have a good time and we’ll be out of here in no time.” I was mortified knowing that the eight to ten people in the bar all knew what was happening to me and that I was going to have to walk past their prying eyes on the way out. Then Paul asked, “So, are you a smart kid, or am I going to have to give you some training to know your place?” Knowing the training would involve a lot of pain one way or another, I said, “I’m smart enough.”

With that said, I started to rub his cock through his pants in a more exaggerated way. I suddenly got a sexual charge knowing what I was about to do. I put that up to equal amounts of the Goop getting me horny, the Tequila breaking down my resistance, and the feel of the needs of the man in my hand. I took my other hand, rubbed down his front once, went under his balls, and gave him a good feel. Paul started to relax his body realizing I was about to capitulate to his demands.

As I brought my hands back up, I undid his belt. I felt like ‘such a little queer’ as the term was bantered about in those days. I never thought about myself as gay, I just had a somewhat perverse outlook on sex, but now I felt so out of place to my normal gender role. I had never stood before a man this size (or any size) and knew I had to give him a blowjob before being allowed to leave. I had been forced to give blowjobs before, but never so directly. Hoping he was right about not being interrupted, I unzipped him and pushed his pants down. The look of satisfaction on his face let me know this had been no joke. I bent slightly to get his pants past his knees while I took a quick look to see what I was going to have to deal with in a moment. I looked in his eyes almost begging him one last time to end my torment, but his satisfaction overcame my wishes. So I went to my knees with my body backed up to the wall still.

I looked up at him as I pulled his underwear down to meet his pants. His cock seemed huge to me, about eight inches in its fully aroused state, rather thick and veins that pulsed with his excitement. The head was rather large compared to the ones I had sucked on in my past. And his cock stood almost tight to his body, so that I knew I would have to bend it down to suck on it. I looked at him a last time and let him see me take one last big gulp to swallow any pride that may have been in my way. I grabbed his prick and it felt so warm to me. I bent it down and placed my lips around it, and just sucked on the head for a minute. When he was ready for more, he started pushing it in. He met no resistance from me!

Paul put both his hands on the wall behind us and started to gently fuck away at my mouth. I suddenly became aware that the only thing I could see besides the massive amount of pubic hair in front of me was the urinals next to us. My head was getting banged against the wall every few thrusts, so I leaned back and tried to hold it against the wall to keep from getting hurt. My hands were on the front of his thighs to try to keep him from pushing in too deep. His legs were so hard and even felt a bit tantalizing to me knowing that I was giving him such pleasure. And as I watched him take his long, slow strokes into my mouth, I knew he couldn’t get much more than half of this hardon into me. I prayed that that would make him happy. As soon as I started working on Paul, I knew I was simply his conquest and had no input as to how much he would do to me. I was just hoping that making myself available without a struggle would keep me from either a beating or a fucking into my throat so deep I would be going to the hospital.

So far, he had been going easy with me. Although, the girth of his cock was such that I had a great deal of trouble catching my breath. The side effect to that was a frothing in my mouth that was drooling from the corners of my lips and as I choked a little, it backed into my sinuses and frothed from my nose as well. He was being somewhat nice to me I could see. When he saw me gag or choke on him, he would make it brief and allow me air. I became aware of the fact that I was making quite a bit of gurgling noises, moans and grunts. It all sounded like such a sloppy blowjob to me. I was wondering now about the ending and what he would expect of me. He never pulled from my mouth, so I had no chance to beg him to pull from me as he came, leaving it totally up to him as to where his cum ended up. The less he got from me would mean the less humiliation from all this.

I heard the outside door to the bathroom open, and wanted to die. I couldn’t even struggle against this assault on me now, so whoever came in would see I was at Paul’s mercy. Luckily, however, someone called out to the guy coming in and stopped him. As I stared up at Paul, I was sure he could see the relief in my eyes as the door closed without anyone coming in. Then I thought, ‘I’m being good for you, please hurry this up’. And sometimes you get what you wish for… because he was about to finish with me.

Paul started to hit at me harder and quicker. I left one hand on the front of his leg to keep him from going too deep, and found my other hand rubbing his balls to help him out. I could barely catch a clean breath with all the drool and frothy precum in my mouth. My gurgling became much more pronounced and I could see by his smile that Paul liked it that way. As his pumping got more aggressive, I had to release his balls and put both of my hands against his legs to keep him from going too deep into me. I could feel him bumping against the narrow turn of my throat and was getting very scared that it might slip past the opening. There was no way I could deep throat this guy without getting hurt, and I certainly didn’t want him to be my first time anyway. His hands finally came down from the wall and went to the back of my head. He pushed deep one last time and held my head still with him planted firmly inside of me. Then I felt the quick, short involuntary thrusts of him dumping his load into me. I couldn’t feel his cum, so I knew it was getting into my throat and struggled to get free from his grip. He pulled out for a short second and thrust again to finish his last bursts.

As he backed away a little, I could feel little of his cum in my mouth, meaning he had successfully gotten the most of it down my throat. I became aware of a lot of drool on my chin and the wetness of it on the front of my t-shirt. I jerked my head from his cock and quickly spit towards the urinal next to me. But he pulled my face forward again and put his prick back in my mouth, proclaiming ‘how good of a job I had done’. I sucked away at him until he was totally soft again; he helped me to my feet and said, “Now, that wasn’t so bad was it? You did a fine job.” I finished spitting into the urinal, hoping he wouldn’t know how much had gone down my throat against my will. I grabbed some towels and started wiping myself off.

The real thanks came from him by giving me my Goop on the way out… I half expected through the blowjob that I would never see that. As I headed through the front doors, I mused over what had just happened, and thought that despite the humiliation and all, that was such a wild fucking experience that I would never be able to forget it. My pants were wet from my own leakage and the speed was still making my mind race with perverse thoughts. That was the best any man or boy had ever taken me, and even at the points where I had been saying ‘no’, I was so glad for Paul’s assertiveness to get me to do the things I really liked doing anyway. Even the knowing smiles of the other men in the bar became an immediate thrill to remember the minute I was safely outside the building. As I walked hurriedly from the street I was on, I thought to myself that I would probably never have such an intoxicating interlude ever again in my life. I was wrong of course, but it still remains one of my most erotic masturbatory thoughts. And that was the end of that part, the real life part of this future fantasy… to be relived, over and over.

Now for the part I add for my own benefit…

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Instead of just being allowed to walk out the door past all the bar patrons in full humiliation of what they knew had happened; in the fantasy part that took over the ending, I was still being held onto by Paul’s arm around my shoulders, leading me back to the booth. The knowledge of what had just happened to me was in all the eyes of the men that looked my way. I was so aware of the wetness on the front of my shirt, and I prayed that there were no remnants of Paul’s cum anywhere in site for others to see. Brad, and another guy that had arrived, got up to let Paul and me back into the booth. Paul’s arm never left my shoulders knowing I would probably make a run for it if I had the chance. But the reality of it was that the door was way on the other side of the bar. I noticed that the drink Paul had ordered was indeed waiting for me when we got back and I took a big swig of it.

The three guys around us at the table wanted to know the all-important answer from Paul… had I been a good ‘little cocksucker’. Paul squeezed me to him and said I had done a lot better than he had hoped for. Even through my major wave of embarrassment, I somewhat had to feel complimented at his assertion. The others promptly wanted to know if they could ‘borrow’ me for a few minutes, and I was so relieved to hear him say a flat out ‘no’. Paul leaned over me to say he ‘didn’t give his bitches away like candy’. But then added, “I trade them to the most deserving souls only.” I could only stare at him, trying to process what he had said through the haze of the Goop and Tequila. I was so consumed by the faces and statements being made about me, that I found myself unable to speak.

Paul didn’t hesitate to tell them the most subtle details as to what had taken place in the bathroom. When asked if he had to slap me around much, he countered with, “Hell no, he chose to be smart about it and went right to town on me. He obviously knows his way around a piece of hard cock meat. He said it was his first time, but no one sucks cock that well their first time out.” I wanted to die of embarrassment. I finished my third drink and Paul ordered me another. I told him I wasn’t much of a drinker and would pass out from too much. At first, he said ‘great’, but then I got scared as to what might happen to me if I did pass out. I quickly said, “I wouldn’t be much good to you then.” ‘Dumb‘, I thought immediately after the words had come out. That sure left myself open for further abuse.

I asked Paul repeatedly if I could get my speed and leave. He retorted, “Speed, huh?” With that he took out his own stash and made me do another spoon of it. The intensity of it hit me in seconds. I didn’t know it normally happened at the time, but I felt what a lot of guys who shoot or snort Meth feel. I could swear I was leaking precum from the high alone. After a half hour of taunting and teasing me, I was just about to believe that the worst was over. But then this large guy sitting at the bar who had been talking to the bar tender came over. He had a large potbelly and sported a grin on his face I didn’t like the looks of it, at all. His name was Dave and he pushed his way onto the bench. As he eyed me, he asked Paul if I was up for grabs. Paul put his arm around me again and said, “You mean my little buddy?” He looked at me and asked, “What do you think, boy? You want to go with the nice man and show him your talents? You know, give him a quick blowjob.” I shook my head violently.

I guess Paul wanted to show his dominance over me and said, “Look at that! He’s showing you what he’ll do with his head when there’s a cock in it.” He told Brad and the other guy to let me out. I grabbed at his arm begging him not to do this to me. He pushed me towards the end of the bench and I grabbed at him again, pleading harder with him. But Dave was beside me and grabbed my arm, and as he pulled me free from Paul, stood me up. He pulled me towards the bathrooms again and I caught the bar tenders eyes as I was dragged by. He had a knowing smile on his face that pissed me off. Why wasn’t anybody helping me?

Dave pushed me through the doors and I turned towards him and started begging him that this was all a mistake and I just wanted out. The look in his eyes told me I didn’t stand a chance of talking him out of this. That last hit of Meth had me horny, and the Tequila kept me in a stupor. I said to myself, ‘What the fuck. Everyone in the bar knew what I was doing in here’. I went closer to him, and realizing we were right in front of the door, I pulled him by his belt back to the wall Paul had banged me against earlier. He was so obviously into it when I started baring his lower half. Even before I had pulled his pants down, I was rubbing his cock through his pants. He felt much fatter, but thankfully not nearly as long as Paul’s. I pushed both of my hands into the opening of his pants as deep as they would go, as his pants pushed down with them. I was groping at him even before he was totally exposed. My own heat was betraying me as I felt the warmth from his organs hit me. I managed to at least ask him if I had to continue, so as to pretend that I didn’t really want to suck on his most private parts. But I think that was all too obvious at this point.

I went to my knees and pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles. His big belly hung over his boner and I had to twist my head to the side to get it in my mouth. I couldn’t believe just how big around his prick was, then I started to devour him, misplacing the suppressed willingness I had been feigning earlier. He moaned his approval to me and I pulled on his ass cheeks so he would pin my head to the wall. He got the idea that I wanted him to do the work. My mouth couldn’t possibly spread any wider for him. Even though he wasn’t going deep, I could hardly breathe. Luckily, he was going very easy with me just as Paul had done. Once again, I started to wonder just where this guy in my mouth was going to decide to put his cum. As much as I was turned on by all the drugs, I still couldn’t just hold still for him.

Despite trying to keep my head against the wall to keep from getting banged into it, his cock was so fat that when he would withdraw, the girth would pull me with him. As my head slapped against the wall, I wondered if anyone could hear it in the main bar room. I felt his fingers twisting into my hair as he pulled me towards his cock. He started ramming into me harder and faster, my lips pulled along with his shaft. I couldn’t breathe and started groaning as loud as I could around his fat prick to get him to ease up again. I wasn’t aware until the men talked about it later, but between my groaning for air and my head getting smashed repeatedly into the wall, I had made enough noise so that the whole bar paid attention. My mouth kept filling with fluids that I had to swallow to breathe the little I could through my nose. I couldn’t tell if it was his fluids or my spit, I just knew I had to get it out of my mouth.

I had grown so faint from lack of air that I didn’t even notice when he dumped his load into my mouth. The thrill for me had disappeared as Dave had worked himself off while attached to me as if I was his personal sex machine. He pulled from me and I realized I couldn’t close my mouth, as my muscles ceased to work properly; and the cum, or what was left of it, drained from my lips. I groped the wall to stand and spit in the urinal beside me. I became aware of his hand on my arm, pulling me along with him. He was leading me back to Paul at the table in the corner. I was so buzzed that I didn’t really see any ones’ faces. Dave held me still as I waited to be let back into the seat. When I sat down, I slid over next to Paul, evidently not close enough. He pulled me closer and I was under his arm again. I could see I had another drink waiting for me, but as I reached for it, Paul stopped me. He thought that I had had enough for a while.

I sat under Paul’s arm for at least twenty minutes, all the time hearing in great detail how I had just performed for Dave. There were five of us around the table now besides me... Paul, Dave, Brad, and two other men whose names I didn’t hear or catch. My slight body frame, while wrapped up under Paul’s’ arm, made me feel so small next to all these other men surrounding me. I wanted to ask just how long this was all going to continue, but I was so wasted I couldn’t really form any complete thoughts.

My entertainment value for these men must have been slowly slipping away because suddenly I became the topic again. They were now talking about my next act of servitude and what man would be the recipient of my talented young mouth. I didn’t even have the will to protest anymore; I just sat patiently waiting for them to decide who would get me. I had given into the idea that eventually, they were all going to get a turn. As Paul squeezed me harder under his arm, I became aware that I was being asked a question. I struggled to understand what was being asked of me; all I could do was look at Paul’s face and wonder what his lips were saying. I finally realized I was being asked to decide who at the table was going to get me next. I was as horrified at the question as my mind would allow in my state. How could they ask for me to decide whom would get to humiliate me next?

I tried to focus on the faces of the men around the table. It was no use; I couldn’t rationalize who would go easiest on me anyway. Finally, I asked Paul, “Who do you want it to be?” He must have realized my stupor was greater than he had thought and said, “Maybe we should wait for him to flatten out some.” His words had been a slight reprieve for me, but I didn’t catch on and instead I pointed to Brad and said, “I‘ll do him!”

The men were all excited at my confusion. The two men slid out of the booth and I followed them as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Brad grabbed my arm to help me to my feet and I could feel him leading me away. I became aware of cheering around me but had no idea what it was really about. The barkeep stopped us before going into the bathroom and handed me a towel, telling me to keep the place clean. I was pulled through the two doors of the bathroom and pushed against a stall wall. Brad started to grope at my crotch, which turned out to be very helpful for the both of us. As I felt his hand feeling around my prick, I got extremely horny and hard for him. The result was bringing me back to the reality of the situation. I stared at the man whose hands were manipulating my sexual intrigue and found myself rubbing his crotch as well.

I was horny as hell all over again and the Goop was searing in my mind. I wanted to suck on Brad like a sex-starved whore right now. I fumbled with his pants, trying to get them down enough to feel his hot, throbbing cock in my hands. He helped me to get them down and I needed no encouragement to go to my knees for him. As I fell to the floor, I rubbed my lips along his prick and chose to suck on his balls while both of my hands just enjoyed the heat coming from his shaft. I licked away at his hairy sack and tried to suck each ball into my mouth in turn, as I started to rub his cock up and down in my hands. I was suddenly aware in this moment of lucidity, that I wasn’t being assaulted; I was being presented an opportunity that under other circumstances I would have enjoyed greatly. I couldn’t believe how much attention I was paying to pleasing this man in front of me. I sucked and licked his balls for quite some time before I finally reached up to bend his prick down to my mouth.

I had abandoned any modesty by now, and was just making love to this man’s crotch. Brad’s face was ecstatic with desire for my mouth to give him the ultimate pleasure of a blowjob. I continued to rub his shaft as I sucked the head of his cock. I found myself drawn repeatedly to his face to look for signs of satisfaction with my service to him. Clearly, he could see that I had no reservation about sucking him off now and was just enjoying himself almost as much as I was at the moment. I had received my fill of pleasure from this foreplay of getting him interested in my mouth, now I wanted him to fuck away at me as if he would a cunt. I fed myself down over as much of his cock as I could take and looked up at him as if to say, ‘it’s your turn, fuck me’. We must have been in tune to each other, because he started a slow fucking motion into me. He was holding my head as he fed me the length of himself and I found myself going limp in his hands.

Brad wanted to enhance his position over me and started to say lewd things as he increased his effort to fuck my mouth. He said things like, “Take it bitch, give me that pussy of yours. You’re such a nice little cocksucker.” I was in such a state of arousal that being referred to as this man’s cocksucker thrilled me to a point that I could feel my own prick leaking in my pants. I had become his sex toy and was fully enjoying the moment now. As I held onto the sides of his legs, he started banging my head into the wall of the stall behind me. I was fighting to get air between his thrusts and gladly sucked the froth in my mouth down to keep my mouth tightly wrapped around him. Just as I became aware of how much gurgling I was doing and noise we were making, Brad said, “Here comes your next meal, bitch, get ready to swallow.”

I was still slightly repulsed that a man was about to cum in my mouth yet again, but this time I wanted to get used for this guy’s full pleasure. I twisted away from his cock until it fell from my mouth and told him, “Not in my mouth.” But yet I held my mouth open for him still and he simply put his cock back to work on me. He responded with, “You’re gonna suck every drop from my balls boy and suck it down your throat.” I thrashed to get away from his cock as he struggled to hold me still to continue his fuck. I threw bolts of hatred for what he was doing to me from my eyes to his, and I could see he was aware of the game I was playing with him. As much as I didn’t want another man cumming in my mouth, I also wanted him to give me no choice about swallowing everything he gave me. I wanted the nastiness of a man using my mouth as his cum receptacle. I confirmed my desires to taste him when he started to cum for me. I stopped my thrashing and held still for him, and let him enjoy shooting shot after shot of his cum into my throat. I struggled past my own inhibitions to swallow as well as I could. Finally, he had emptied his load into me and pulled away from me in total satisfaction. I took a few gulps to get the remnants of his sperm to go down and watched him pull his pants up.

I started to get up and he stopped me with a hand on top of my head. He said, “I see you’ve come around to being a good little boy. You know your place now, right?” I slowly nodded to him. He went on to say, “So you just stay right here on your knees like a good little cocksucker, and I’ll send in your next fella.” I knew what he had just said, but I couldn’t believe that as he walked out to tell the next guy to come in, I just waited there on my knees in the bathroom for him. As I was grasping just what I was saying to these guys with my compliance, I rubbed away at myself briskly to feel my own horniness building. I had no idea who would be coming through that door next, but being on my knees was giving him a message he wouldn’t be able to miss.

When the door did open a minute later, one of the guys that had been sitting next to Paul came in. I leered at him longingly so he could see my own depth of passion to please him next, all the while, still rubbing my own cock through my pants. But as he immediately started to open his pants for me, the door didn’t quite bang closed. I could see another set of legs coming in behind him. As the new guy peered around the man in front of me, I saw he was a new guy that must have just come into the bar as I was giving my last blowjob. He was staring at me as if to ask if there was room for two in my mouth. I just let my eyes grow big for him and as I waited for the man in front of me to pull his cock out for me, I reached up and started rubbing his cock through his pants. I couldn’t believe how easily I was allowing two men to have at me at the same time. I reached my other hand over to the guy to help get his pants down as the cock in front of me was getting fed between my lips. I was sucking away on one man as I started to rub and masturbate the other with my hand.

I could understand more clearly now as my mind was coming out of its fog. I figured that since I would soon be finished with my fifth blowjob tonight, that I could last through whatever these men had in mind for me. Hell, I was getting more than just use to it. The feeling in my underwear made it clear to me that at some point I must have cum, because I was amazingly wet and sticky in there. I was still hard as a rock myself as I fellated the man in front of me and jerked off the one next to me. I started being passed back and forth between the two men, each taking a turn at getting a good sucking and then swapping my mouth for my hand.

Just as the guy in my mouth said he was ready to cum, the other man said he was right behind him. I was going to ask what I should be doing, but I felt the first cum hitting my tongue and sucked away at the man in me already. While he was in the middle of cumming, the other guy told me to open up for him as well. I didn’t know what to do; I certainly couldn’t fit two men into my mouth at the same time. So as the second cock came closer to my mouth, I pulled away slightly from the first one and tried to open a hole for the second man. He saw my gesture and pushed the tip of his cock to my lips. He tried to get it into me, but was satisfied that his slit made it. Suddenly I felt a wealth of cum in my mouth and tried to swallow to keep from drowning in it. Both men were ecstatic at my attempt to accommodate both of them and cheered my helpfulness.

As they both finished with me, I found I still had a mouthful of residual cum. I stood to spit it out into the urinal, but was stopped and told I shouldn’t waste it. I had already swallowed quite a bit, so I swallowed one more time real hard and cleared my mouth. I was pretty much back to a full consciousness now, but still wasn’t quite aware of the cum stains on the front of my shirt. As I was led back to the booth and was allowed in, I slid right up next to Paul and waited for his arm to go around me. He asked if I had had a good time and I shrugged my shoulders. Paul said that I had been a great party favor for him and his friends and that I could come back anytime for a second round. With that, he pushed a baggie into my hand and I realized I now held the Goop I had so dearly paid for, both in money and services.

Paul reiterated how much he wanted me to come back sometime and told me to forget my money next time, that I could earn it another way. The guys pushed out of the booth to let me out and I gave Paul one last rub on his crotch, and followed them. I thanked him for the stuff, and walked in a daze to the front door. All the men in the bar seemed to hoot a thank you call to me. Finally, I was free! As I walked out the door and down the street, I felt the cold and clammy wetness in my shorts, then on my shirt and tried to wipe away the stains. I stopped and looked back at the building I had just come from and wondered.

Would I ever dare come back here……