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Pain In The Park (MF, nc)
By:  Cal loghry
 
Cal was just pulling out of the parking lot outside of the south
terminal.  He had just loaded Erik onto a plane headed to New
York with connections for Hamburg.  He had met Erik one morning
on the way to work.  He first saw him on the side of the road
when Erik was hitch-hiking.  A native of Germany, Erik spoke
very little english, but given his eleven inch cock, verbal
skills seemed unimportant to Cal for the week that Erik had
stayed with him, regularly fucking Cal's brains out.  But that's
another story.
 
  The airport in Omaha still looked new and had the appearance
of being seldom used.  It's located on a strip of land left on
the wrong side of the Missouri river by a flood that changed the
river's course in the late 1870's.
 
  The old river bed, now separated from the actual river became
a rather small lake called Carter Lake, misnamed after the
french explorer Cartier, and has been developed as a recreation
area.
 
  As one might expect in a public park, developed by a WPA
project, a public bathhouse and restroom complex survives.  Not
many people still use the park, since it's maintenance has been
disputed by several different local authorities, the park as
well the surrounding neighborhood had deteriorated in the
intervening years.
 
  Our hero, forlorn at having just put the the best fuck of his
life on a plane, headed straight for the park restroom in need
of 'comfort'.
 
  He drove his car into the parking area in front of the
restroom and pulled along side a half rusted-out 1978 metallic
green Chevy.
 
  He got out of his car and looked around.  There was no one
else in the park.  It was still early in the spring and there
wouldn't normally be anyone around anyway.
 
  His instincts and experience told him that the owner of the
old Chevy was most likely in the jon waiting for the next horny
stud to arrive.  He walked across the grass toward the restroom
and began to hear talking coming from the jon.  As he stepped
onto the sidewalk in front of the jon the voice he had heard
became silent.  "Okay so the guy talks to himself... big deal",
Cal thought to himself.
 
  He stepped through the doorway into a small, smelly room.  Cal
stood in the outer vestibule of the jon. To his left was a door
that opened into the bathroom.  Cal pushed open the door and
walked into the jon.  The toilet was occupied.  Inside a single
stall and urinal stood side by side.  It was unremarkable in
every way except one.  The wall of the toilet was made of the
usual sheet metal construction. It was suspended on either side
by a small pipe and in it's center was a gloryhole, just large
enough to accomodate Cal's shaft.
 
 
  Underneath the partition he saw a pair of feet wearing shiny
black leather boots, the kind he knew to be worn by motorcycle
cops.  He got nervous for a second thinking he was about to be
the victim of entrapment until he walked closer to the urinal
and through the hole in the wall saw the occupant stroking a
rather ordinary looking dick.
 
  He stood at the urinal and pulled his cock out of his
sweatpants and began to pull it into shape.  He didn't need much
encouragement.  He simply had to think about the guy who'd been
fucking his brains out for the last week.  He didn't expect too
much from this guy in the stall but there was the chance for a
decent blow job.
 
  Cal turned to look at the glory-hole and saw two fingers
sticking through the gloryhole beckoning him to stick his cock
through.  He thought to himself "What the hell might as well get
it over with and get outta here".
 
  The hole in the wall was a little high for Cal.  He had to
stand on his toes to manage to get his cock and balls through.
He slowly pushed his nuts into the hole followed by his
semi-rigid cock.  A warm wet mouth on the other side started
working on them.  "Feels ok".  He gripped the two poles on
either end of the wall and closed his eyes to think of Erik.  He
remembered the feeling of that 11" monster deep in his throat
and the taste of it's manjuice.
 
  His fantasy was disturbed by the feeling of cold metal around
his cock and balls. 'Click'.  He knew that sound the man on the
other side of the wall had locked a pair of handcuffs around the
base of his prick and balls!  Cal tried to pull away from the
wall and realized he was there until the cocksucker on the
otherside was through with him.  The mouth on the end of his
prick continued to suck on Cal's dick so Cal didn't mind too
much.
 
  Cal heard footsteps behind him.  From behind the door stepped
another man.  He grabbed Cal's left wrist and handcuffed it to
the pole Cal had been holding onto. 'Click' now the other wrist
was likewise attached to the opposite pole.
 
  "YOU SONOFA BITCH....I'LL...".  Cal was cut off mid sentence.
He felt a hand firmly grab the hair on the back of his head.
Cal was reeling.  The man behind him pulled a filthy rag from
his hip pocket and stuffed it into Cal's mouth.  It tasted to
Cal as though it was recently used to wipe an asshole clean.
 
  "I'll teach you faggots to hang out in this jon".  With one
hand he ripped the ass out of Cal's sweatpants and then kicked
his feet apart.  Cal found all his weight suddenly on his
crotch, the metal wall cutting into the base of his balls.
First one ankle was cuffed to the pole and then the other.  Cal
was now spread eagle against this wall suspended on the poles
supporting it.
 
 
  He felt the big hand of his attacker slap his ass. Another
blow, and another.  Cal felt his dick begin to swell.  Getting
his ass spanked was one of the things Erik had taught him to
enjoy.  With each blow he could feel his dick rising.  Cal was
beginning to enjoy this little rape scene.
 
  He heard the guy behind him unzip his fly and pull his cock
out.  Cal's instinct was to look to see what this guy had, and
when he tried to turn his head to do so, it was met with the big
fist of the man behind him.
 
  A sharp pain ran through Cal's body as this guy shoved a
finger up his asshole.  Again, another shudder of pain as this
guy added a finger.  Cal felt something cold and hard begin to
enter his butt.  The guy behind him was penetrating Cal with a
nightstick.  Tears began to roll down Cal's face but the pain
seemed to make Cal's sizeable cock harden even more.
 
  After working Cal's hole with the full length of the
nightstick, Cal's asshole began to lubricate itself.  When it
was finally removed, Cal felt relieved.  He hoped the worst was
over.  Just as he was about to relax he felt an even larger
object begin to probe at his asshole.
 
  This one, unlike the last, was warm and felt fleshy.  It felt
bigger than the last to Cal.  Cal felt the hot foul breath of
his assfucker on his neck.  Slowly the fat cock entered Cal's
body.  He felt the guy's body behind his now for the first time.
It felt taller than Cal's and strong with massive arms and hands
that held the wall above Cal's head.  The cock in his asshole
burned as it was rammed deep into his hole.  Cal thought he
could feel his own flesh tear.  Each time the big guy rammed his
dick into Cal, Cal felt a sharp pain in his guts, yet all the
while Cal felt his own dick get stiffer.
 
  The big guy was now pumping hard and steady. with each stroke
slamming Cal hard into the wall.  Soon Cal  relaxed enough to
begin to enjoy this rough action.  He became aware only of the
huge cock in his asshole and the wet mouth on his own.  It
wasn't long before Cal released his load into the unseen man on
the other side of the wall. The big guy kept on pumping. Cal
became aware the guy's strokes became longer and even deeper.
He felt the breath on his neck heavier and hotter than before
until with one long deep stroke the fucker let out a sort of low
groan and washed Cal's insides with his cum.
 
  Cal hoped this ordeal was over.  He had gotten off on this
scene and the workover the two guys had given him but now he was
afraid of what they might do to him.  The big guy in his ass
just stood there with his cock up Cal's ass.  Cal felt him
soften slightly and then he felt a new sensation.  Cal thought
to himself, "This asshole pissing in my ass!".  Cal could feel
the hard steady stream of pisswater filling his guts.  It kept
on coming.  He felt the pressure rising and he thought his guts
would split.
 
  At last this animal had finished his piss.  "Hold it fucker or
you'll wish you had".  Cal had no doubts that this guy would
make good on this threat.  The big guy began to slowly pull his
dick out of Cal's asshole. With all the control Cal could muster
he held his asshole as tightly as he could.  When the dick in
his ass withdrawn completely, Cal felt him begin to slap his ass
again.  A trickle of piss and cum made it's way down Cal's leg.
"I said hold it!". Cal tightened his asscheeks together and
waited.
 
  Cal leaned against the wall and felt his legs released from
their restraints.  From the otherside of the wall he felt the
handcuffs removed from his cock and balls.  Then his arms were
released.  He came crashing down to the floor.  "That'll teach
you faggot!".  The stall door opened and the guy who had been
inside came out to join the other.  Cal had fallen to the floor
in such a way as to have his face turned away from his
attackers.
 
  "You just stay there faggot unless you want s'more".  Cal
remained motionless.  "Good ...and I don't wanna see you 'round
here again"  He heard footsteps away from him.  The two men now
outside were laughing together as Cal heard them get into the
old Chevy and drive away.
 
  Cal remained on the floor until he was sure it was safe to
move.  He made his way to the toilet and sat down.  He sat there
for a sometime, basically unhurt but dazed, shitting out the
piss and cum from his guts and rubbing his sore wrists and
ankles.  He thought to himself..."It's nice to know you can
still meet men who know what they want".
 
  Cal was getting himself together getting ready to leave the
jon when he heard the sound of a bicycle being walked into the
jon.  Cal peeked through the glory hole to see a blonde, about 6
ft. tall and looked like 18 years old.  the blonde rested his
bike against the wall and walked over to the urinal, pulled his
cock out of his running shorts and started pulling it......
 
  But that's another story.....

