Blow your wad while Don eats your boy butt.
From Create Your Own Story
It's too much! The sensation of the big hairy man eating your hole and the rough strokes on your dick - not to mention the audience of the older daddy bear - push you over the edge. Your blow your load against the bathroom wall, crying out as Don buries his tongue extra-deep into your pucker once your body starts to spasm. You spray the tiles with two spurts of spunk, and then hang your head, breathing heavily as your body shivers a few more times.
Don's hand lets go of your dick, and he pulls away from your ass. He rises behind you.
You turn and look at him.
"On your knees," he says. He's undoing his belt. You awkwardly turn and kneel in front of him, sliding to the dirty bathroom floor on your bare knees, awkwardly tucking in your legs around your pants, which are tangled around your feet. Above you, the hairy bear finishes undoing his belt, unbuttons his jeans, and unzips his fly. You realize he’s going commando when you see his hairy balls. Then your eyes are drawn to the shaft of flesh – thick, veiny and uncut – stiff and hard before you.
He puts one hand on your forehead, and pushes you back into the corner, then wraps his other hand around his cock and jerks himself.
"Move over," the daddy bear says, and Don steps a half-step to the left. You start a bit when the Daddy looms over you as well, his dick in one hand already hard, stroking himself above you. The two hairy men stroke their cocks while you look up at them, your own dick still half-hard.
"Open wide," Don says, and you open your mouth, pushing your tongue out a little. That makes him moan, and he fists his dick faster, grunting a moment later, and splashing your face, mouth and chin with three thick spurts of cum. You lick your lips while he looks down at you, breathing heavily. The older man in the Daddy shirt follows soon after, spraying his spunk across your stomach and dick and balls. Finally, the two men step back.
"Thanks, boy," Don says, and without another word, he tucks his dick back into his jeans, zipping up and heading back into the bar.
"Yeah, thanks," the Daddy says, zipping up. "You ever want to get tied up and fucked like a cheap whore, you remember me, got it?" Then he, too, leaves you there.
You stay there a moment, stunned, covered in come, saliva dripping from your ass, then slowly rise and tug up your pants and find your shirt. You sneak from the bathroom to the front of the bar and walk home, stunned at how your visit to the Midtown Pub turned out.
Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
