Gay games at the gym

This story actually began a while ago, about a year. I work swing-shift, and hit the all night gym on the way home three nights a week. I shower then head home clean and ready for bed. My wife works mornings so she is asleep when I arrive, and I am asleep when she leaves.

The gym is usually mostly empty, except for a few die-hard body-builders. These are mostly big black men, and when I say big I mean TERMINATOR big. I try to keep trim at best.

I had been at this for a few months. The others had grown accustom to my presence. I’d hear them coaching each other, some laughing at their conversations, never any details. I tried to be respectful of their privacy.

One night about seven or eight months ago I shaved my moustache off at my wife’s request. We had watched some movies she really liked and she liked how the actors were clean shaven. Around that same time we watched some porn and she noticed they shave the hair from their sex, both the women and the men. She negotiated, “You shave yours and I’ll shave mine.”

How could I refuse? That day before work I did just that. I felt so naked with no hair on my lip, and now no hair down there either.

That night I was at the gym as usual. I think the guys there noticed my missing mustache because I could hear them talking, some glances, and some giggling.

I did my usual hot shower and went to sit in the dry heat of the sauna for ten. I was naked sitting on my towel when first one then another of the black guys walked in. I pulled my towel around me but it seems they noticed my shaved condition before I did.

One of them sat beside me on the top bench, and pulled his towel open to reveal a huge cock so dark in color I was amazed. I tried not to stair but I guess I couldn’t help myself. He had no hair on the top but sported a nicely trimmed goatee.

The other sat on the bench below. He flipped his towel open to reveal another huge black skinned cock. He had short black curly hair on top but clean shaven face.

Both men were around two hundred and fifty to three hundred, and no fat, as I had mentioned before. They both had thick black pubic hair that glistened with moisture from their showering. Their shoulders looked like basketballs, and their thighs looked to be easily twice as thick as mine. Their voices were deep base.

The man below me was turned so he could talk to his friend. The one beside me said, “Your workouts working for you dad?” They both were most likely ten years younger than me.

I realized he was talking to me, so I said, “They help. You seem to be doing great.”

He lifted his arms and flexed like a true body builder, and I could see the vanes worming around atop each swollen muscle. He said, “Thanks for noticing.” As he lowered his arms he put one over my shoulder and pulled me into his side.

The other asked, “Hay Frank, how do you like his shaved body?” as he snatched the edge of my towel and flipped it open to reveal my total nakedness. They both laughed as I tried to cover and get up.

Frank said, “Please dad, sit. We’re only joking with you. Right Jo?” He pulled me firmly into his side as Jo kept my towel from recovering me.

This went on, teasing me like bullies on a school playground, for several minutes. Well, it was mostly Jo being the thug. Frank was nicer but more touchy feely, holding me and pulling me against him. I could smell his body odor. Not bad but definitely masculine. I’m a guy. We appreciate the scent of a woman.

Jo got up and left. I don’t know why but I was sure thankful for his absence. He’s such a brute. He was gone but this Frank kept me clasped under his strong arm. Still he was friendly enough, and likeable, so I stopped struggling and tried to reason with him.

“Listen Frank,” I said, “I come here after work. I’m not looking for any action. My wife’s at home waiting for me. I’m tired and just want to get my shower and go home now. Please?”

Frank let me go and I got up, “Thanks Frank. Later.” I was backing toward the door, my towel wrapped around me, when I heard the door open behind me.

It was Jo again. He came up behind me and asked, “Why’d ya shave the mustache man?” He was against me, and so big I felt like a k** beside him. I said he reminded me of a bully in school, right? Well he was talking to Frank and asking me stupid questions as he nudged me back into the back and back up onto the top bench beside Frank, again. I was about to sit when he snatched my towel away, leaving me naked and exposed. Then he nudged me, not hard, but plopped me down on my ass beside Frank.

I was about to complain when Jo interrupted, “Hay dad, I like your big naked clitoris there,” as he reached into my crotch and his black fingers dug between my tightly clamped thighs. I moved my hands stop him, but with his superior strength he took my wrist and lifted one hand to my shoulder, where Frank took it in his vice like grip. Frank took my other wrist in his other hand pulling it across toward him. I felt Jo put his warm hands on my knees, and with little effort on his part he forced my thighs wide. He moved to sit between them so I could not close them.

Frank said, “Mmm nice clit. We can’t call you dad with a shaved pussy like that. Kiss me.” I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure if he was k**ding. I was afraid to look at him, and I was so ashamed being here like this.

Jo said, “Frank, let’s call her Candy. Candy, do you like me rubbing your big hard clitoris like this?” His fingers had moved to lay flat over my dick and was pressing gently and pleasantly moving with a slight vibrating.

I said, “NO!” with gritted teeth, but I could feel my dick growing beneath the movement of his black fingers. I felt Frank pulling me deeper into his side as he moved my hand to his crotch. The first I realized this was when I felt the bristly hair of his crotch. I instinctively looked and there before my eyes, a fraction of an inch from my hand was his growing huge black cock. His was more than twice the size of mine, and not even hard yet.

Jo reached one of my man boobs and gave my nipple there a painful twist that made me yelp and involuntarily thrust my dick into his palm. Both of these men were laughing at this and one said, “Candy’s getting hot. She’s going to want some big black cock tonight.”

Frank pulled my fist to the side of my face turning my head toward him as he said, “Candy, look at me.” I did as I felt Jo rubbing my pained breast. The fingers of Jo’s other hand repositioned so they were pressed across my dick and strumming it like a guitar. I pressed my head back into Franks arm as a moan slipped from my parted lips.

As I looked at Frank I watched him lower his lips to mine. I felt his thick lips on mine, then his tongue pushing into my lips between my teeth and into my mouth as I started to resist.

Just as I started to fight I felt Jo pinching my other nipple causing me to open my mouth wide to yelp again, at which point my mouth was filled with Frank’s big tongue. I tried to squirm out from under Frank and found myself sliding half off the bench into Jo’s awaiting hands. Joe was once again rubbing my aching breast, the other one this time as Frank pressed my hand against his crotch. I closed my eyes to escape, but found myself more aware of Frank’s tongue exploring my mouth. I then noticed I was holding something, I realized it to be his thick hard cock.

The flesh in my fingers was warm and had a soft skin like felt cloth. I flexed the fingers of my other hand and took in a deep breath before relaxing with an exhale.

I heard Jo say, “Candy, lift your leg.” And as he spoke he took my ankle and lifted my leg with no resistance. His fingers were driving my dick wild with that rubbing. Frank was still kissing me as he turned me so I slipped down to lie in his lap. I was laying across the bench now, my naked and shaved body being treated like I would have treated a girl’s.

Jo was moving but I couldn’t say where or how, only that he as. Frank was nibbling my ear and kissing my neck, like a girl, as Jo kept his persistent rubbing of my dick. He, Jo that is, kept saying, “Oh Candy, your big clit is so hard for me. I want your pussy girl.” He said this again and again as I felt his fingers on my, my hard, hard dick. I was lost in the sensations as Frank kissed me and sucked on my skin causing me to want more, even of this.

I was on my side with my desires driving me into submission, as I felt Jo remove his hands then gently easing down behind me, spooning me, his fingers returning to my dick to strum me back to where I was before. He was still whispering again and again, “Oh Candy your clit is so big and hard.”

Frank had pulled both my hands to the back of his neck and whispered, “Don’t let go Candy.” I don’t know why I did as I was told, but I did. He moved his lips to mine again and began kissing me. A man kissing another man, the idea disgusts me when I think about it, but then I couldn’t help but want him to continue.

As he kissed me I felt Jo remove his fingers from my clit, I mean my dick. He kept calling it my clit so I guess I, never mind. Anyway, I felt his hand sliding between my thighs and lifting my leg slipping to the knee pulling it so my leg was high in the air. This is when I felt his huge cock slid through the crack of my ass right up under my balls. It pushed my balls apart and as Jo ground his bushy pubes into my ass.

I felt Frank’s fingers move to my still tingling nipples as his tongue drove deep into my mouth. At that moment I couldn’t help even if I wanted to pressing my ass back into Jo, and pulling Frank’s face into mine.

Jo said, “Keep your leg here Candy if you want me to rub your clit some more.” I felt his fingers release my knee and I held my leg there. His hand moved to my clit as Frank’s hands moved to my face holding and caressing it as he devoured my mouth.

Then he stopped kissing me. I felt Jo’s fingers move to grip my dick, but he didn’t stroke me. Instead he gripped and squeezed me like I imagine you’d hold and squeeze an udder while milking a cow. He was gentle and it felt good, but not great like stroking would have. Still I was so hot and submissive at this point, well I, well.

Frank stopped kissing me as I said and Jo was milking me as I said, well Frank turned my head and as I opened my eyes I saw his huge cock right there. Frank whispered, “Suck my cock Candy. Be my bitch girl and suck it, please, for Jo and me.”

I felt Jo give one long firm but nice squeeze causing me to grown and turn my head toward his face as I whispered back, “Please Frank, I… I’m not,” and as Jo gave my dick a couple strokes the way a dick craves being stroked I groaned, closed my eyes, turned my head the other way and sucked the head of Franks cock into my mouth.

Jo was sawing his cock through the cheeks of my ass as I held my leg in the air for him. I couldn’t believe I was doing any of this, but I was enjoying it all the same. I wasn’t enjoying the taste in my mouth, salty, bitter a bit, and his smell was a bit musky.

Jo had resumed squeezing my dick like a cow, telling me I had a big hard clit, as he dry-humped me.

Frank was saying, “Oh Candy you mmm suck that thing girl, oh ya, take it girl a little deeper.” I found myself actually trying to take his cock deeper into my mouth.

Jo was obviously watching as he started telling me to suck that thing. He kept calling me a girl, but I didn’t mind. I felt him release my dick and lean back, pulling his own cock from my butt cheeks. As I sucked I felt Frank pull one of my hands from his neck, whispering, “Here girl, hold it, feel my big balls bitch.” And as I moved my fingers first to his cock shaft then slide them down over his big hairy balls to cup them and gently squeeze them, he said, “Oh girl, love on me. Mmmm ya that’s good.”

I felt Jo’s hand squeezing one side of the crack of my ass, the fingers of the other pressing down on the other cheek. I started to complain when Frank put his hand on the back of my head and held my lips down over his cock. Jo pulled his one hand free and then I felt it. The head of his cock was being poked and rubbed all over my sphincter. Not hard, just poking. I dropped my leg and squeezed my butt cheeks tight.

Frank said, “Come on Candy. Please lift your leg for us. I promise Jo won’t hurt you.”

I don’t know what had come over me, but I did it. I slowly lifted my leg, my little hard dick poking out into the hot air, and I let Jo rub his big cock all around my so private dark region. I felt excessive wetness and understood what he was doing, as I tried to think of something else and focus on the fat mushroom cock head in my mouth. I felt his cock go away then his thick wet fingers slipping back through the gooey slimy slippery wetness deposited there between the cheeks of my ass, so wet and slippery now because of both my own sweet and Jo’s copious pre-cum. I felt him press one of his big thick finger tips against my asshole. The wetness made it slip through quite easily knuckle deep.

Again I was about to protest. I gasped as I felt the invader, and Frank took this opportunity to press my head down forcing his fat head to slip farther back into my mouth nearly into my throat causing me to gag and choke and spittle erupted all over and down his cock shaft and over my hands and his balls. Tears streamed from my eyes.

I wasn’t in pain. The sensations actually felt, well, there is no way for me to describe them to anyone who has never been here before. Fear… maybe a little. But not really. Disgust… yes and no. I couldn’t believe I would actually not fight, not try my best to stop this, but no, actually at this point I wanted to orgasm with these guys and, well, continue for their part of our pleasure now. I know that sounds stupid. Let’s just leave it as I can’t explain it.

Frank leaned back so his now turgid cock rose even higher, majestically. I wished I had one like it! His grip loosened and he moved his hands to behind his head, as I worked my lips over his cock freely, loud sucking kissed on the head, tongue circling the swollen crown, tip darting through and digging into the slit, then sliding my wet lips down the shaft as far as I could push them, until I started to choke with the head pressing the back of my mouth.

Frank said, “Ohhh Candy, you love sucking my cock don’t you?”

I didn’t answer, but I also didn’t fight or pull away from my work. This showed him I was compliant and agreeable to it.

Jo said, “Hay Candy girl, fuck my finger you bitch.”

I felt my little hard dick twinge with delight as I pushed my rum back a bit and felt his finger sinking into my butt.

He said, “Good girl. You like it when I call you my slutty whore Candy?”

I pushed back further until I could tell his finger was bottomed out inside me. I moaned and nodded my head as I continued to suck on Frank.

Jo said, “Fuck me you bitch.”

I squeezed my ass cheeks as I rocked forward and felt every bit of his finger as it slipped away. I reversed pressing it back in and then picked up my pace creating a fucking rhythm like my wife does when I’m on bottom, rocking and thrusting back driving the intruder into me again and again.

As I did I found myself trying to swallow more and more of Frank, pressing my lips ever farther with each downward push, pressing that head of his farther and farther past my gag reflex and holding it until the pit gushed from my mouth each time.

Then I felt Jo grab my hip with a hand, stopping me. I felt him wiggling his finger around inside me, just inside, not deep. Then he said, “Swallow that cock good if you want another finger girl. You want two fingers fucking you like a fucking whore?”

I pushed my lips down the shaft, feeling the head swelling as it slid against the top of my mouth and back against my uvula, then, well, then WOW! As I felt the head of Franks cock slip into my throat I felt Jo press a second finger into my bottom. I felt like I needed to scream as the burning agony filled my body. I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt Frank, or maybe Jo put their hand on the back of my head and gently push. This helped me to do what otherwise I could not have.

I felt Franks shaft slide into my throat and watched his pubic hair rise to my nose, all the while Jo’s fingers never moving, not in or out, just staying there letting my asshole recover, then relax, then squeeze them. My spit was draining like a faucet and so were my eyes. I felt like I was about to pass out from the need to breath.

The hand was removed from the back of my head, but Frank was saying, “Don’t stop yet Candy. Hold it there just a second longer girl, please.”

I willed myself to remain still, not reacting to the demand for air. I tried to relax as I felt Frank’s cock pulsing through my lips, throbbing between my stretched and aching jaws, swelling through my mouth and back deep into my throat. I gripped his balls to let him know I couldn’t do this much longer, and he said, “Ohh that’s good. Okay baby, take a breath.”

I pulled my face off his lap spilling fluids from my nose, mouth, and eyes. I gasped in a huge breath of air. And slurped the wetness from his shaft.

Jo was wiggling his fingers inside me now. As I said, they were just inside, but now it felt good. The burn had passed and my ass was squeezing them, both of them. I closed my eyes and pushed my bottom back, feeling Jo’s fingers sliding deeper and deeper. I picked up my rhythm forcing my ass to fuck Jo’s fingers, grinding at the end of each stroke.

I took Frank back into my mouth as I fucked my ass on Jo’s fingers, for what seemed a long time. Then I felt Jo stop me again. I squeezed my eyes closed again and forced my lips down Frank’s shaft again until he was throbbing deep in my throat, as I felt Jo press in a third finger with the other two. I anticipated it and tried to relax this time. The pain wasn’t like before. A little then becoming pleasure again.

We again resumed the rhythmic motion, as these two bronze men did things to my soft week body that I had never experienced, nor imagined before. I would never have done any of this, ever. But here I was, and not fighting a bit.

I was into my pleasures, aware of the others but more focused on what I was feeling, when I felt Frank press his hand against the back of my head and say, “Ohh you bitch, swallow it… uggnnm yah ohhh fuck yah!” and as I slid my lips to the root of his cock letting them kiss his hairy pubic bone, feeling that huge hot shaft filling my mouth and throat, I felt the head swelling inside my collarbone, his nut sack drawing up, his hips lifting forcing him deeper inside than ever before and with little jabbing thrusts I knew this man was cumming, erupting his man seed deep into my belly, I was being held here as he fucked my face and throat and dumping his semen in me.

I didn’t move, was afraid to fight at this point. I tasted nothing as he was pumping everything way past my mouth. I was choking again as this seemed to take forever. The saliva and snot and tears all draining from me again. I tasted nothing, until I felt Frank begin to pull out. He jerked some as I guess he was super sensitized and my mouth was more than he could handle at that moment. The last moment as his almost flaccid cock slipped from my lips, I couldn’t help myself. I reacted instinctively without want or desire to do so, but I closed my lips behind the head and licked from the underside up through the slit, causing him to shudder and quake.

This was the moment I first tasted cum, a man’s fluids, other than my own that is. But that is different! His cock oozed out a glob of thick pasty goo that stuck to my tongue and saturated it with salty bitterness. I held my lips open as I breathed through my mouth. The smell was man musk, permeating my nostrils and filling my head. My mind was swimming with what had just happened. It wasn’t reality at all, but fantasy I had never imagined but loved all the same.

I felt Jo wiggling his now three fingers deep inside me. I never felt the third enter, or the three pushing inside to the hilt. I did now as I heard him say, “Candy, are you a black cock whore?” I ground my ass onto his fingers as he said, “Do you like swallowing cock cream?”

I closed my eyes and pressed back harder as I pulled my tongue in and closed my mouth. The action of swallowing the goo forced it to coat the entirety of my tongue allowing me to taste the truth totally. And after swallowing I worked my tongue back and forth a bit to taste it again and focus on what I was tasting. And all the time I ground my ass onto his fingers, now and again pulling it off to experience them sliding back in again.

I was lost in my little world when I felt the fingers pull out. I tried to open my eyes but it was like they were glued shut. I was about to make an effort to do so when I felt a stabbing burning pain filling the upper cheek of my ass. My eyes popped open in shock as I realized Jo had spanked me one good hard swat.

I squeezed my butt tight and rolled to safety to a standing position before these two. They laughed and then giggled before controlling their humor at my expense. Then Frank said, “Did you like that Candy? I did! I liked it and I like you a lot girl.”

I was a bit shook up about it all. Jo said, “Go get a shower bitch.” I didn’t like that, not now that I was me again. I loathe the word. I turned to leave when he said, “Cold water, three minutes, we’ll be waiting. I want you to come back Candy.”

Frank said, “I want you to come back too baby.” Although this didn’t sound right coming from a man addressed to me, from him after everything, well I did for some reason like Frank, sort of. I can’t say in a manly way because there was absolutely nothing manly about my feelings right then except disgust for my actions, my reactions too, and especially my feelings.

I wasn’t coming back. Hell NO! I was going to get a quick shower and wash my mouth out a bit before going home to my life, and my wife. I turned on the water and cold was the best idea. Jo was right about that, but he was crazy if he thought I would be anywhere near there in one minute, much less three.

I scrubbed the nastiness away with a good lathering. My dick as throbbing with desire for relief. I had to get home quick to do something about it. I rubbed the soap over it and my naked hairless balls. The sensations of being hairless had me raging hard. My mind flicked through crazy images. I remembered sucking on that black cock, swallowing cum even though I didn’t really taste it much. I stroked my dick with a soapy fist wanting to blast off, but remembered there was no time for it, not now at least, not with these images.

I slipped out of the shower leaving it running, so they might think I was still in there. I dashed into the locker room to get dressed. I quickly patted myself dry, feeling my ass hole opening and closing like a hungry mouth every time I moved either leg, and my dick throbbed with desire to no end.

I told myself, ‘NO dumbass! You’re not GAY stupid! Your wife is five minutes away and you can wake her to take care of that ache, that desire, that need. Get the hell out of here NOW! If you don’t right now you are going to get fucked by one maybe even both of those big black guys. Do you want that?’

I stopped frozen. I actually thought about arguing with myself. What was I thinking? I never ever thought about any of this before! Why would I paus to consider more of this this time? I did.

I remember putting my cloths back in the bag, the bag back in the locker, and grabbing my towel. I felt the cold water pelting me from head to toe as I reached up and turned the shower off. I left the towel behind as I looked at the door of that sauna, this time knowing what I would be walking into should I do this. I reached out and took the door in hand and with a deep breath pulled.

I stepped inside to see both bronze bodies, the color bronze as well as the hardness of bronze, glistening with sweet, sitting on the top bench, waiting me. Frank said, “Oh ya.”

Jo said, “Come to papa.” And patted the bench below him with his foot.

I felt so naked, more so than before as I stood wet and hairless, my little dick still jutting out pulsing. I stepped toward them looking at my feet as I left wet footprints. My skin was covered with goosebumps from the cold water, and was pink from the now warm air. My asshole was still doing the fish mouth as I moved. My mind couldn’t believe I was doing this, wanted to experience more of this. I sat at their feet.

Frank said, “Thanks Candy. While you showered Jo and me got a quick shower too. I hope you didn’t cum, did you girl?”

I shook my head no in silence, too ashamed to verbalize it. My hands covered my raging hard-on and my butt cheeks squeezed tightly as I sat there under these two men talking to me like I was their date.

Jo said, “Hay Candy girl, you wanna suck my cock now?”

Frank said, “Oh Jo, be nice to our girl. Don’t shame her like that. She don’t want to be axed. She wants to be guided and taken forcefully but gently. Aint that right Babe?”

I felt my head nod before I realized I was doing it.

Frank said, “Candy, hay girl, turn around. You can kneel on that bench and face us so we can see each other. Come on girl.”

I rose slowly but before I knew it I was about to kneel. Frank held out his hands and I lifted mine. He took my wrists gently but firmly, pushing me to kneel between Jo’s knees. He then pulled my hands to both his and Jo’s cocks. Both were raging hard and nearly three times bigger than my own. I wrapped my fingers around each and began to stroke. Frank let go and both men sat back with their hands behind their heads to watch me work.

Jo said, “You know Candy, I’d really like it if you’d plant some wet kisses on that thing right now. Would you kiss my big black cock for me girl? Come on. You know you want too.” I was leaning my head down to do as asked when he said, “Wait. First, tell me you’re a slut whore and you want to suck my big black cock girl.”

I hesitated, began to lean back and I guess they felt the pressure of my grip slacken, because Frank said, “Please don’t stop Babe. Jo just likes the nasty pillow talk, calling his women whore and bitch and slut. He only says it in play. Now you know you’re lovin this, and you love both of us. You proved that by coming back in here. I love how you sucked the cum out of me like you is my cum slut whore, and I wanna feel free to talk nasty to you and know you like it because I’m calling you mine. Now show me you understand and agree by telling Jo here you’re our cum slut whore and you wanna suck his big black cock. Please baby, for me?”

I looked at the cocks in my fists, up into the eyes of the men, my men, and tightened my grip with resolve to do this. Both of them smiled at me and I could see Frank nodding his head coaxing me to do it. I looked down at the cocks and said, I want to… I mean I am a cum slut, and I want to suck your big black cock.”

They laughed and leaned back sliding their butts forward pushing their cocks closer to me. I jacked them off as my own dick throbbed in the hot air. I couldn’t believe I wanted to, but I did want to do it. I jacked some more trying to get my courage up to do it.

Frank finally said, “Go on girl. Get a mouth full.”

I leaned into Jo’s lap and took the head of his cock between my lips. He tasted different than Frank. He was less salty. His odor was more perfumey. His slit seeped lots of liquid that flowed from him like a drippy faucet and this liquid was almost sweet. I felt I actually liked it, and the act of sucking it from him as well.

My other hand was jacking Frank as best I could with most of my concentration being directed to the cock in my mouth. The hand holding Jo’s cock I slid down to hold his balls. His balls were, well are much the same in size as Franks, but the hair is thicker and they hang lower.

Having wet kissed the gland, licked the crown like an ice-cream cone, and teased and dug with the tip of my tongue at the slit, all while sucking that yummy wetness from him, I changed up and started to push my lips down the shaft towards the base with desire to swallow it to the root.

I heard Jo grown and knew I was doing a good job. I felt his hand rest on my shoulder and his hips rise lifting his cock to thrust gently deeper into my oral sex hole. I in turn squeezed his balls gently causing him to amplify the reaction.

I could her the two of them talking but had my hands full, so I ignored them. Frank placed his hand on mine and was helping me jack his cock as I sucked on Jo. It sounded like they came to some kind of an agreement and suddenly I was pushed back as Frank said, That’s great. But here, just a minute.”

As he was talking he was moving. So was Jo. In a minute the two of them pulled me to sit on the top bench between them. I felt shy not knowing what they had in mind. Jo took my shoulders and pulled me down to an elbow, then onto my back. He guided me to the edge so my head hung over with no support.

Frank in the meantime was pushing my butt this way and that, lifting my legs and pushing them wide. I wanted to look but Jo kept me busy. Frank said, “Oh Jo, look at our girls big hard clit. She is so ready for this. Aren’t you girl”

I wasn’t sure what ‘THIS’ was but I said, “Yes.”

I felt Frank’s hand press my dick flat against my belly and rub it like he was rubbing a woman’s clitoris, fanning his fingers quickly back and forth like strumming a guitar. Oh it felt so wonderful.

I felt his other hand on my thigh near my knee, and squeezing it causing my asshole to do that fish-mouth thing again. I could still feel the stretch of Jo’s three fat fingers where I had ground my butt on them. I felt Frank rubbing the area just like Jo had done. It felt like he was using his cock to ooze his goo there too. Oh I wanted his fingers in me.

I said, “Frank, slow down. I can’t hold it if you do that,” as his fingers danced over my raging hard clit.

Jo said, “Tell me you want me to fuck your throat bitch.”

I looked at his cock bobbing right there beside my face and said, “I want you to fuck my throat Jo, please.” I opened my mouth and tried to catch it as he teased me, letting the head of his cock tap and poke my cheek lips and once in the eye.

Frank said, “Tell me you want me to fuck you honey.”

I was concentrating on the cock in my face as I repeated, “Please fuck me Frank.”

I didn’t realize what I had said until I caught the head of Jo’s cock in my mouth, felt it sliding through my lips on its wat to my throat, and felt the something larger than three of Jo’s fingers pushing at my sphincter.

I opened my eyes wide and screamed as I felt the head of Frank’s cock slipping through, opening me up wide, stretching oh so much feeling like I was about to rip open, and the next second Jo was grinding his hairy balls into my nose, my air was cut off, my face was draining fluid like before from my eyes nose and lips. My ears were ringing and then it was like I had been shot.

The pain was tremendous in my ass. I pushed with both my hands on Jo’s thighs to get free. I reached for my ass to stop Frank, but I couldn’t reach it. I was pinned between these two and felt trapped and helpless. I wondered would I die? Would they kill me like this? How long would I have to suffer like this? I kicked and thrashed and pushed with everything in me, but to no avail.

Frank had moved both his hands to both my thighs and was holding me, my knees near my chest, my ass wiggling in circles with the head of his cock lodged just behind my ass muscle now in torment.

Jo had grabbed both my wrists after I had balled my hands into fists and started pounding on his thighs. He probably knew I would eventually target his nuts with the need to freeing myself. As it was, my fists were tossed but this way and that never hitting anything or anybody. The more I thrashed the more I wiggled, and cried.

Jo shook my arms to get my attention, and said, “Quiet girl. Stop a minute and I’ll let you breath.” I felt like I was about to pass out, so I took control and forced my body to relax. I felt Jo pulling back and could feel his cock slipping out of me. When he popped free I gasped for air as he rubbed it around my face.

I found myself licking it as he rubbed it on my lips. I don’t know when I realized it, maybe as I was slurping it back between my lips, maybe some time after, that the head of that cock, Frank’s cock, now planted firmly inside my ass, no longer hurt.

Jo asked me, “Are you ready for me to fuck your throat again bitch?”

With my mouth full of big black dripping cock head, I spoke, “Uhu.”

I leaned my head back and opened my mouth wide, stretching my jaws for what I expected to come. I felt Jo move his hands to my chest, his fingers to my nipples, and I feared what I expected he was about to do.

My nipples were suddenly on fire with the pain of being pinched then twisted. You remember the ‘TITTY TWISTER’ we shared as k**s, right? This was the same, only the pain made me squirm and reach to grab his wrists.

Frank said, “Candy, don’t! If you have to, grab his ass, but don’t touch his hands.”

I forced my hands to slide around his hot body. We were all slippery wet with sweet. My hands clutched at his glutes and pulled with all my might as he twisted again. This action pulled his cock into my throat until his balls were grinding against my nose, his pubic bone was hard against my chin.

He stopped and I could feel the lingering ache of the twists radiating out from my chest like hot water running through my flesh. Frank asked, “Want me out of your pussy Candy?” and as he said this I felt him pull and the head pop out, and the heat start there and radiate like it was from my chest.

I felt air suddenly inside me and Jo pulling out of me too. I couldn’t believe the void I was feeling. I felt Jo’s cock slip from my lips as I coughed up a gulp of spittle and snot. I shook my head, not wanting this feeling of void. I begged, “Pleeeeeease!”

With that one word I felt Jo poke my lips again allowing me to fish him in to just suck on the dripping head. And then I felt Frank nudging his cock head at my back door again. He said, “Yes Candy girl?”

I nodded my head not wanting to let go of the cock in my mouth. With real gentleness Frank pushed the head back in until the ring closed once again around it.

Then Jo said, “Show me you want me to fuck you again bitch.” I tilted my head back and opened wide, allowing his cock to slide in deep. This time he pulled right back out and dove in again. The reality was this black man was now fucking my mouth, my lips my throat my face, and doing it with long deep even strokes that on the out left only the throbbing head between my wet lips and on the in left his balls and pubic bone grinding into my nose and chin.

I was being face fucked like this when I heard Jo say, “Go ahead Frank, fuck her.”

I was gushing fluids from my eyes and nose and mouth again as I felt this wild fucking and I couldn’t believe there could be more. I heard Frank’s voice over the squishy squashy noise of the fucking inside my head, “No, I want Candy to fuck me when she’s ready.”

Jo said, “Then let go of the bitches legs and let her show you she wants it.”

I felt Franks hands lift from my thighs allowing my legs to flop around in the air. I could feel his huge cock head berried just inside my ass. Jo was really fucking me now and I could tell by his nasty talk he was about to cum, and I wanted him to!

I pulled my legs up and felt Frank’s cock throbbing inside my bottom. I stretched out a leg and felt the shaft of his cock slide in a bit. There was no pain so I took a minute to enjoy the cock fucking my throat and do a little focused breathing. Oh it was so yummy.

I lifted both my legs and felt Franks cock slide out lodging the head again at the entrance. Then with my focus on my lower half, which was hard ignoring the cuck thrusting in and out of my throat, I stretched both my legs out to either side of Frank’s hips, and felt him sink into me a few inches, I think. I’m not sure how much.

I lowered my one foot to the bench on one side, but there was no bench on the other side of him. I used this leg planted firmly to lift myself, my butt off the bench, and as I did the lifting action forced more of Frank’s cock into me.

Jo said, “That’s it girl, fuck your man’s big black cock. Tell him you love him.”

I couldn’t speak as Jo thrust his cock in at the moment I was opening up to say it.

I worked my ass in circles feeling Frank’s cock sliding in and out several inches. I realized I actually was fucking Frank’s cock with my ass and it felt soooo good.

I hooked my other foot around his back and dug my heal into his ass trying to pull him into me, as Jo thrust and ground, thrust and ground. I was lifting my rump up and down trying to fuck Frank with my ass as best I could.

Frank asked, “Would you like me to fuck you Candy?”

Jo pulled his cock out of my mouth the let me breath a minute, and asked, “Want both of us to fuck you bitch?

I said between pants, “Ohhh yes pleeeese, fuck meeee!

That’s when I felt Frank slide his hands under my bottom and lift. His cock drove in so deep I felt the air burp out of me. Jo took my head in his hands and with gentleness eased his cock back into my throat to the root once again.

As before I had body fluids pooring from my eyes and nose and mouth as Jo stroked and stroked.

Frank started at a slow pace first, pulling all the way out of me except the head, then pushing slowly all the way back into me. I couldn’t believe how wonderful this felt.

Then he picked up the pace holding my rump squeezing my ass cheeks so hard they ached deliciously, his cock trusting in and out as my legs flailed about in the air.

I felt his cock pop out and air rush in, then he drove back in again. This forced that air to fart out noisily causing me great shame. But he didn’t care as he did it again and again. The feeling of his cock escaping me then driving back in balls deep was crazy good!

I heard Jo, “Look Frank, he’s peeing himself,” and I could feel my pee shooting out my erect clitoris over my belly. I didn’t care as I felt like I was in constant orgasm, or almost.

Frank growled in his deep base voice, “I’m yahhh I’mmm dam I’m cumming so hard girl!” and with that I felt him grinding his pubic bone into my ass and his cock swelling and throbbing deep inside my body.

Jo yelped, “FUUUUCK, Me too, take this BITCH!” and I felt him too grinding his body into my face. His cock was swelling and pulsing like a trapped snake spitting venom as it strikes again and again.

I guess I came too in all the excitement because I had a little puddle of my cum on my belly and a few spirts that made it to my chest. I found this when I awoke. I guess I had passed out.

I awoke to the sensation of both men pulling their deflating cocks from my totally immobilized body. I couldn’t move. I felt Frank lift my leg over myself and flop it onto the other on the bench. I was rolled to that side by Jo after he slipped his cock from my lips. I was in a fetal position for some time. I heard them leave. I was alone, naked, fucked full of cum, and on the verge of passing out. I may have.

I felt relaxed after a time and heard someone enter, the door was pulled open and in a sauna that’s like breaking the seal of the fridge. I had my back to them. I hoped it would be one of them and not some janitor.

Jo whispered, “Hay, buddy. Wake up. Let me help.” He helped me to sit up. Then I saw Frank enter too. The two of them helped me to stand. They walked me out of the hot room and over to one of the showers. They helped me in and turned on the warm water. It felt so good.

I was just standing there as I felt the water getting cooler. Frank asked, “You okay dad?”

I nodded my head and looked down at myself to see if I had been hurt. All looked in place and no bruising. That was good. I whispered, “Ya, thanks. I’m fine I think.”

Frank said, “You been coming in three times a week. Jo and I agree, we really liked you tonight, and want you to know, you don’t have to avoid the place if you ain’t happy with us. You always start on the tread-mill. If you start there as usual next time we’ll ignore ya. You won’t have a thing to worry about, we promise!”

I said, “Thanks. I’ll remember that.” I was wondering at that moment if I would look for another gym later, or give up this physical fitness stuff all together.

Jo poked his head around the shower door to say, “Ya dad. You’re tops. I’ll do you again if you let me. But if you start on the tread-mill, as Frank said, we both agree you want to be left alone. I hope not but if we upset you, sorry man. Oh I better take down the sign.” A moment later Frank and I were alone again

Frank said, “Hope we see ya again soon. Friends?”

I said, “Ya, friends I guess.” I had to ask, “How’d you know no one would catch… well,”

Frank explained, “Remember when Jo left us alone in there? That’s when he went and hung the closed sign and locked the door.”

I was naked in the shower listening to all this when Frank said, “One last thing. Mind if I call you Candy?”

I didn’t know what to say so I just looked at him in silence as the water quietly pelted me.

He continued, “Candy, lift your arms.”

I guess I was still in submissive mode because I did. Frank stepped into the shower behind me and took my wrists in his powerful hands. He wasn’t forceful, so I didn’t try to pull away. He lifted me near off my feet and I felt several vertebra pop.

He lowered me back onto my feet, but he didn’t release my wrists. Instead he pulled them back around his neck as he lowered his head beside my shoulder. He whispered, “Hold your hands here and don’t let go.”

I entwined my fingers never questioning why I was doing this with this man. He lowered one of his hands to the soap dish and grabbed the bar. With the other he slid his fingers down the side of my body down to my hip.

I felt his cock pressing into the crack of my ass and it felt like it was getting hard again as he rubbed the bar of soap all over my chest, my belly, my armpits and arms, down into my groin, then passed it off into the other hand to repeat the process as he lathered me up all over, top to bottom.

Yes his cock was getting big again and was firmly planted between the cheeks of my ass. It was building its own lather back there as our bodies slid side by side.

I turned my head to ask him what he was doing, when he turned his head toward me at the same time. I was getting excited again in the hands of a man. But this time I didn’t ask why. I just took it for what it was.

His lips moved to mine and he pressed them together. I felt his lips part so I parted mine with him. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and I tilted my head back and pulled hard on his neck as I felt him probing my mouth.

His hands were all over me, up and down my sides, squeezing my man boobs, pinching my nipples not so hard as before but causing me to gasp with delight into his mouth all the same.

His cock was driving me wild sawing through my crotch from my ass to my balls. I felt like I was sitting on it.

I took his face in my hands and held it still for a minute while I kissed him. And while I did this I pushed my dick out as far as I could, so far I felt his magnificent hard cock slide out from under me, so far I could feel the head grazing the crown as it dug back through the crack of my ass.

He pulled back so his cock retreated even more, probably thinking I wanted it out of there.

I held his face with one hand lips to lips, while I lowered the other to take his cock into my grasp. He was confused as I continued to French him as I held his cock in place and then pressed my ass back toward it.

I had trouble getting it aligned with my hole, but he got the idea and took my hand from it. He took both my hands and pressed them to the wall in front of me. I lifted a leg as he aligned himself.

I felt him jiggling and realized he was sudzing his manhood up, then he moved in. I felt him penetrate me once again, and as he did I moved one arm to behind his neck, my body twisted half around.

I kissed him as he sank deep into my bowels once more. I held his head tightly to mine as he began to fuck me. Frank hooked my lifted leg to help support me as he pounded me from behind.

His other hand moved to my crotch where he fanned my clitoris driving me in sane. I moved my other arm to encircle his neck as he drove me wild for him.

He lifted me like a girl, flipping me around for a bit before pulling out of me. I moaned with frustration.

He turned me to face him. Our cocks, well his cock and my clit rubbing together for the first time, before he hooked my armpits with his hands and lifted me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist keeping my arms around his neck as he lowered me back to his waiting lips. He is such a big man. As I descended I felt his cock return to my bottom, enter me there, and my own body weight lowered me onto him.

My size compared to his truly made me feel feminine as I clung to him, held solidly in his powerful arms, and his huge cock dancing around inside my belly, while my insides wiggled around his impalement.

His hands moved to my bottom and I sat in them as he bounced me up and down like a c***d. Each bounce pulled him mostly out the dropped me back driving him deep again, again, and again. Ho I never knew what a woman felt, couldn’t, until now.

When he finally dropped me onto him the last time, and I felt him grinding his pubs into my bottom with rapped little thrusts, I pulled him into me with my heals and rutted my clit against the bristly pubic hair of his belly. My dick was almost in his belly button when I felt him grunting and growling and his cock swelling throughout my insides.

He was grunting something, “Tell me you love me!”

I leaned close to his ear and said, “I love you Frank,” as I squeezed my ass as tight as I could. That’s when he bit my shoulder and locked his teeth into my tender flesh and did several more jabs.

That’s when I came too. There was a little sticky come between us for a little while until the water washed it away.

We stood like this in the pelting water for several minutes, returning to reality. Frank asked, “Did you mean it?”

I asked, “What?”

He said, “Never mind.”

I said, “No, mean what Frank?”

I could feel his hard on going down as I clung to his neck, still pelted with hot water. “Did you mean what you said?”

I asked, “What, that I love you?”

He nodded and looked me in the eyes as he squeezed my bottom, causing me to moan again. His cock was almost out of me all but the head when I said, “I’ll have to think about it. I’m well, I never, but I did, well maybe. Let me think about it.”

Frank smiled and said, “You know I’m keeping you as my shut whore. Say you know it too.” With each word he spoke he squeezed my butt causing me to squirm in pleasure.

I looked at him and squeezed my ass tight on his cock head. I pulled his face to mine, and drove my tongue into his mouth.

As we kissed I felt a hot filling sensation inside me. I can’t explain it, just that I felt his cock flex then swell a bit before this feeling of being filled up tremendously. Then with a splash I felt his cock head shoot out of me and fluid draining from my ass with no sign of ending.

I looked down to the floor of the shower and saw yellow swirling down the drain.

I asked Frank, “Did you pee inside me?”

He giggled and asked, “How’d you like it Candy?”

I said, “My name is Steve… and I’ll have to think about this some more too, before I say.”

He said, “Steve the man when we’re in public, but Stevie when we’re alone girl. And I want you to be all over this cock when we are. Okay?”

I said, “I better go. It’s getting late. Put me down.”

Frank held me and gave me a look as he said, “Stevie, tell me you love my cock and agree to be all over it next time. Do you want down? Say it.”

I pulled his ear close and whispered into it, “I loved it Frank. You know I did. I’ll do as you say, next time, maybe. But not if I’m on the tread-mill. You promised. Now let me down.”

I stepped out of the shower feeling like my ass was a train tunnel with wind blowing through freely. My nipples ached and my legs, my thighs mostly. I noticed my throat felt raw too as I swallowed.

As I dressed Frank left the back to spell Jo out front. Jo came back with a knowing smile. “So, you okay with us, Stevie?” I knew Frank had told him some of it, hopefully not most of it, not yet at least, not until I got out.

I nodded my head and smiled as I bent to get my clothes from my bag. Jo said, “Come here a minute.” I didn’t want to offend him, not after just letting his friend fuck me, so I followed him into the stall area. There he stepped beside a urinal and told me he had to pee.

I looked at him wondering why he didn’t if he had to. He then said, Come here Stevie and hold my cock while I pee. Aim it for me.”

Normally this would have been a HELL NO moment, but not after everything that had happened so far. I stepped close and he took my wrists, pulling them around his waist to his crotch. He was back in his gym shorts and tank top, but his cock was dangling out one leg.

I pulled his cock out lifting the shorts as I did so his cock stood out freely and pointed it like a fire hose at the porcelain. I felt it flex in my fingers and his hips jut forward a bit before a powerful stream of pee blasted out.

I could feel the heat and turbulence of it as it forced its way through the tube along the underside of his huge black cock. The look of it so dark in my white fingers looked so contrasting.

He watched me watching his cock pee a river, blasting like a fire hose, going where I aimed it. When he stopped I shook it several times. I pushed it back into his shorts, and turned to leave.

Jo said, “Thanks Steve. Later?”

I nodded and left.

As I said, this was about seven or eight months ago. I thought about never going back after that, but it was less than a week later I felt a compulsion to see what would happen if I did. That will be another chapter.


Gay games at the gym 2

As I said, it was less than a week before I was thinking about going back to the gym… after what happened to me last time. Less than a week before I started feeling, well not exactly a desire, more a curiosity you might say, yeah, a compelling curiosity. Not that I would ever want that to happened again, any of it, no. But a curiosity, if you know what I mean.

I thought about the things I endured, the humiliation, the pain, the agony that lingered for days, in my butt, my chest, and in my mind, but my butt mostly.

It’s mostly the confusion I felt, feel, soiled and abused, over and over in my mind, details, details of, well, you know. See, every time I… I’d think, no that’s not it. I wasn’t sitting there thinking about it. The images of that one time, that one experience, they popped in and would roll through my mind when I’d sleep or try to relax. I had to think to keep my mind off them.

When I went to the bathroom… I’d sit dammit. Every time I went to the toilet, ever since that night. I felt like my bowels would dump if I pressed. Ever have the runs? You become afraid to even fart, because you don’t know what will actually happen? Well it was just like that, fearing what might happen. For weeks it was total fear. My solution… sit every time.

Hell, for a good, good being totally the wrong word for this, I had to clench my butt cheeks every step I took. I felt like I was losing it. My ass tingled and constantly flexed like it was blowing kisses. I know, nasty thought, I thought so too, but that describes it best.

Oh, and in addition to all this, I couldn’t make love to my wife, not those two weeks. Every time we would lie together in bed, we would kiss and cuddle, I would start to get hard, and my asshole would start to spasm. It wasn’t pain but it was dam distracting driving my erection away.

My wife Amy started asking me if I thought I needed to see the doctor. Maybe I was going through some change of life. I’ll say! But I couldn’t explain the change I had under gone to any doctor. No, I was convinced I’d get through it and put it behind me.

It pissed me off when I couldn’t get hard with my beautiful wife, and then I’d get hard, dammit each time, throbbing raging hard like I wanted, but while the thoughts of Frank and Jo crossed my mind. And because of this I’d wonder if it meant I actually liked it, what happened, or if I would, well, I just felt backwards and inside out. I’m a man! Why was this happening to me?

When I think about those disgusting things I did, even now nearly a year later, the thoughts make me wrinkle my nose in disgust, more so at first, but still some. See, when I’d passively generalized the thoughts I avoided focusing on details. Details like, well, I better stop before I get hard again.

I begin wondering, even though I’m telling myself NO, telling my dick to not get harder, asking myself, ‘If you’re a real man Steve, a real man, a real,” and my mind wanders while I harden.

But when I’m with a gorgeous sexy voluptuous woman like my Amy, red hair and pink nipples. Red bush and pink pussy. White skin, so white she almost glows in the dark. Gorgeous round rump, and the perfect B-cup tits. I can eat her pussy for hours, lick the perspiration from every inch of her flesh, and when we kiss she fucks my mouth with her tongue. She’s a wild-cat!

But after the boys had their way with me, I get hard as fucking iron at all the wrong times!

Dammit, you know how control dissolves to pitiful disgusting nasty lust for perversion when your brain gets sexually stimulated? I’m telling you, all you real men who think none of this could ever happen to you, because you have self-control and you’re nothing like me, well the truth is, temptation takes over your actions, your will power, your self-control… and, well, that’s when it happens, yes even to you.

So, I avoided the gym all that week, the following week too. The next Monday, two weeks to the day, I convinced myself to return.

I told myself, ‘It’s my gym. I’m a man and that won’t happen ever again. I won’t let it. I owe it to myself to stand up for myself, climb back on the horse, be a man!’ I hoped by taking back my manhood I would regain my prowess with Amy. Without it I was fucked!

I went to work that Monday morning. I was going to proving I am a real man! My dick may be average, but it is a man’s dick and not a girl’s clitoris dammit.

In my head I would hear them, Jo and Frank, telling me how big and hard my clit was for them. These are the details I didn’t want to tell you about. But, that Monday every time I turned around my thoughts were of them and their words. And every fucking time, my dick would respond like it was some alien creature driving me to do this. Telling me, ‘Go to the gym.’

After sitting in my car for half an hour, I entered, and went directly to the treadmill. I had secured my position, showing the boys I wanted nothing to do with them. Then I asked myself, ‘Why the hell am I back here?’ I questioned my motives. Although I did my best to convince myself that I was there to prove to myself, and them that I am a man and not gay in any fucking way, even though, my mind kept thinking of those gross details… and my dick would throb and swell and well, dam.

The guys were in a pack. That night there were four of them, two I didn’t recognize. They were chatting up some women in neon spandex exposing large bodied gals. I had heard the blacks talking before and sort of knew they liked meaty women. They claimed to like a woman with something to hold on to. My preferences leaned toward the more petite women.

These girls, black or maybe Indian girls I think, were leaving. I say possibly Indian because although they had dark chocolate skin and full curvy bodies, they didn’t have the Nubian round nose. No, these women had narrow hawk like beaks. But like black women they were beefy, maybe slimmer in the waist a little, but thick in the thigh area a lot. Not to say they were anything but gorgeous, just, I think, more of the Asian Indian look.

So with some fan fair the ladies left, giggling and waving, teasing the four big black muscle men remaining in the place… there with me. They were working out, chatting, flexing, but with my headphones on I couldn’t hear a word. Every now and then one or two would look over at me and smile.

Frank waved. I waved back. I felt my dick tingle and swell a bit, but tried to ignore it. I was listening to John Denver tunes, a white man’s music.

A few minutes later he waved again, this time in a ‘Come here’ fashion. I pulled out my headphones out to hear what he was trying to say.

“Hay Stevie, come here,” he said with another wave.

I waved ‘No’ with plans to ignore him and resume running. I usually got thirty minutes in. I was already ten minutes over.

I asked myself why the hell I was still here. I should have ducked out when they were busy watching the girls leave. I was working on replacing my headphones when he waved again.

“We want to introduce you to our gang,” Jo yelled.

“No thanks. Maybe later,” I replied.

Frank countered, “We only wanna help you Stevie.”

“Help with what?” I asked, kind of wishing I hadn’t.

He replied, “Listen, we’re body-builders, doin this for a living all the time. Look at us. We run this gym.”

“And six other like it across town,” one of the strangers, a giant of a man, added.

The other stranger posed like you see them in those MUSCLE magazines.

“We know you’d like a harder bod Stevie, firmer, and manly. One you will be proud of the next time you take the family to the beach. Right?” one of the stranger explained.

I felt a little indignant. No, very intimidated. Who was this guy and why did he call me Stevie. I know why Jo and Frank did, but I planned to stop that. But who was this guy?

I hate that name… Stevie! My asshole brother used to call me that when we were k**s as he teased me and tortured me. I didn’t like it then and I hate it now!

“I don’t know you sir, so don’t call me Stevie! Nobody calls me Stevie, you either Jo, Frank!” I hissed in a tone a bit hire pitched than I planned.

I stomped my foot, fists on my hips, doing my best to sound like an enraged little Chihuahua in the pack of intimidated Dobermans. I remembered seeing that once, and hoped for dear life it would work for me. The thought did give me courage.

As I was barking at them, I planned to spin around and walk, don’t run, to leave the room.

It was Jo that spoke next. I half expected, hoped maybe, it would be Frank. He had always been my protector, well back when, well you remember when.

So, why Jo? What did he have to say? The jerk with the c***dish attitude.

Jo said, “Sorry, my bad. I spilled the beans to these guys about us. I assumed you wasn’t coming back after a week. Frank said I should keep it on the DL, but, you know…”

Frank added, “And we thought you was okay with Stevie, not wanting the nick Candy girl and all. But we won’t call you that. Sorry dude.”

I glared at him, at them. They both sounded sincere. How could I forget what had happened, but here I was feeling like, what the hell, its cook.

But Jo had told total strangers about my having… and what they… and who knows how detailed… and dam it all… I took a step back, not turning yet, but with the urge to do so and run.

One of the strangers said, “Fella, don’t know what you want us to call ya, but really, truly, we wanna be friends, help you get firmed up, more tone and defined. We can do that, help you do that. That’s why you come to the gym, right? And that’s why we is here man.”

“Yeah, but,” I couldn’t believe I had just agreed with this stranger who knew I’d sucked a black cock a couple weeks earlier, and here we were talking like friends. I did agree with him, but what could possibly come of agreeing, or chatting, I wondered. Besides, he had pissed me off! They’d all pissed me off! Why the hell wasn’t I still pissed at all of them?

I guess I looked defeated when I exhaled and unclenched my fists, dropping them to my sides. I dropped my gaze to the floor around my feet and kicked myself, figuratively for being a gullible pussy. That is what I felt like, a pussy.

“So this is the gang,” Frank said, sounding like he wanted to defuse the tension in the air.

I stood there, a little scared. For some stupid reason my mind wondered in a flash if these four big black guys had plans for me to suck their big black cocks tonight.

My dick jumped. I thought, ‘NO! Don’t be a CLITORIS! Be a DICK!’ I meant to shock my mind into remembering the shame and humiliation, but it didn’t work.

I was still a little scared, but a new feeling was taking over, a thrill. My mind kept wondering, this time if they’d cum in my mouth. Although last time they came in my mouth, they shot their loads right into my stomach. I never tasted a load of cum, just the residuals. I reasoned, what the hell was I thinking. I needed to get out!

Instead, I got hard. I bit my tongue hoping that would bring my body back to reality. I was thankful for the first time that I had a small enough dick that it didn’t look like I had a hard on in my shorts. Hopefully no one would notice before I got away, I thought.

I took a deep breath, planning to say my goodbyes, but just then Frank said, “This here’s Steve.”

“Geo,” Frank continued, “Steve, this here’s Geo, George really, but we all have nicks, see? His is Geo. I’m Frank, as in blunt and to the point, Frankly speaking, hehehe, actually Phillip. See?”

I nodded and said, “Hello George.”

He took my hand and squeezed very firmly, “Geo, I prefer my friends call me Geo. You is my friend, right?”

I said, fearing he’d crush my fingers, “Yes, friends, Geo it is.”

He asked, “What you want me to call you if not Stevie, friend?”

I answered, “Steve is fine.”

Jo said, “And this is Tiny.”

Tiny was the biggest guy in the group. I could see his nickname was obviously a joke. He was head and shoulders taller than me. Must be six eight or so I’d guess. He must have been over three hundred pounds. Although he had a gut, it didn’t look like there was any fat on him. His skin was as black as coal, and his lips and gums were deep blue it appeared to me.

Jo must have seen my confusion because he explained, “As in Tiny Tim, not the singer but the cartoon character. So what ya think his name really is? Tiny…”

I said, “Tim,” and Jo put a finger to his nose smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Jo continued like we were playing charades, “And my name is George also, like Geo’s. George Iglesias to be precise. My dad’s from Mexico. So why ya think I’m Jo?”

I looked from one to the next, until I was back to Jo, “Why?”

“Well,” he said with a big shit eating grin, “My initials. See?”

I didn’t.

Geo said, “Couldn’t call him George, cause dats me, see? So, G for George, I for Iglesias, G… I… Jo. Get it?”

The lights turned on and I had to chuckle at the effort it took to get here. I was about to ask permission to leave when Tim, the big guy, asked, “So, why can’t we call you Stevie?”

I looked around again hoping Frank or Jo would bail me out here. No luck. I finally said, “Well, I it’s a little feminine for a guy, and my brother...”

Geo said, “Say no more. Dam bros dat tease their kin! Steve it is.”

Jo asked, “Whacha doin next Steve? We done our workout and was talking bout hitting the sauna. Wanna join us?”

Frank elbowed him. I felt the question stir my groin, but goosebumps popped out all over my arms and a shiver crawled up my neck at the same time. I must have quaked a little, because they all looked conserned.

I said, “No, I think I’ll, I might, ah, no thanks, not tonight. I need to ah, to lift some weights first. You all go. Enjoy!”

Tiny said, “Yall go ahead. I’ll spot Steve and follow ya later.”

They all bumped fists, whatever that means, and headed into the back.

Tim said, “Okay, flat on yo back, here” as he patted the bench beside him. I stood there like a statue.

He said, “I’ll get you some weights you can handle. Don’t worry, I’ve been coaching for years.”

He went to the wall with the rack of free-weights, and returned with a dumbbell. It had one little weight on each end. Although they looked pitiful, I realized he was serious. I sat on the bench and laid back.

He moved to straddle my head. His thick thighs were so close to my ears I could feel the heat of his body. His thighs were about as thick as my chest. No, I’m serious, huge!

He lowered the bar into my hands, and while still cradling it with his own fingers he said, “LIFT Steve, that’s it, up up good. Now down.”

He repeated this with me ten times, until my arms felt like rubber.

He had me start a second rep, and as I pushed he rattled on, “You know Steve, you are kind of a pretty boy, and Jo was telling us… nine… and… teeeeen… good boy, doin great. Take a breath.”

All the while, even as I rested, I was looking up the legs of his shorts, into the shadows where something massive and dark lurked. Dam my curiosity. It grew, my perverted curiosity that is, especially as I listened to him telling me I look pretty. So what was Jo telling them?

It was time to start again. And again as I began, Tim started his chatting well aware I couldn’t speak while pressing the weights. He was right. Although they looked small, three sets of then presses and my arms were burning. So were my lungs.

“So,” I heard him say, “was it true what Jo told us?”

I about dropped the bar across my neck. I didn’t, I couldn’t answer, not that. Tim hooked the bar just in time to save my life and while still forcing me to do the work, helped just enough to see I got the bar up, arms fully extended.

“Six, good, four more and we’re done here. See, I figured,” Tim went on as I resumed pushing, “Jo was full oh shit, but then Frank called you over, introduced you, and well I reconsidered maybe they wasn’t. Full of shit that is. Eight… come on, you can do it. Feel the burn boy. Dam their story was HOT, about how you… nine… sucked on their big black cocks like a cum slut. Almost, push it… push that bar you bitch!”

I was having a real hard time with the weights, unable to focus with this distraction, and dam my dick was getting hard. This was it, the last push and I was almost there. I hissed as I did my best, but the bar refused to move any more. Tim using two fingers gave the bar just enough lift to help me to the top.

As I lay there panting, Tim said, “Wish it was true.”

I couldn’t care less what he was saying. I was finally finishing. I had done it! My arms felt like they were on fire.

Tim took the bar. He was still straddling my head. I was taking deep breaths and could taste as much as smelled the musky odor of his thighs and crotch. His air filled my nostrils and throat and made my head swim. I had my eyes closed as I stretched my arms out and worked them in little circles to work out the ache.

Tim said, “They should have given you a counter sign, in case you wanted some loving. Then if you wanted to be a cum slut, dam the thought makes me horny, some sign to show you is wantin to be submissive. Sorry Steve. Better stop talkin bout this or I’m likely to fuck your mouth the way Frank said you like it.”

I was lost in the aroma, the nasty talk this giant black man spoke, like, like he was a radio broadcast I was enjoying. But, I could smell and taste him, and knew for a fact this was really real. I kept my eyes closed, and breathed, and listened. I was feeling my heartbeat in my dick, thumping, thump… thump… thump…

Tim said, “Okay, one last set, then it’s to the showers. Then you can go home.”

I thought we were done. I didn’t want to do another set. My arms felt like they’d fall off. I grunted still with my eyes closed, and shook my head to show I didn’t want to. He lowered the bar to my chest, not giving me the choice.

“Come on girl. You can do this. We wanna be proud when we go to the beach, remember? Listen, one… I’ll spot you whenever you’re, two… in here and… come on, push it… in a month, good three… we’ll have you flexing a set of guns, come on, four… you can be proud of. Up, up, push it girl.”

Tiny called me girl. He was still talking, coaching me, and I realize it’s just a term guys call each other in play, but after my experiences I felt it sounded a bit too sissy. Like being called Stevie. I tried to think of something else, to regain control. But, I kept wondering… what were the other guys doing now in the sauna?

Tiny was saying, “Lift, that’s it bitch, lift. Push it up, just a bit more girl. That’s it. Jo said you won’t mind if I talk to ya like this. But if you prefer…”

I grunted as I pushed. All I wanted was to finish this set and be done! I blurted, “No!”

He resumed as I dropped the bar to my chest, “ Frank said you have a, come on push it… almost, got it, he said you got a big white clitoris, and that it got so fucking hard for him when he asked you to suck his, that’s it, one more and you’re through. So, was he telling the truth Steve?”

I had the bar almost up, almost, my arms were quaking, my teeth were gnashed in a snarl. I hissed, “YESSSSS Dammit!”

Tim took the bar and walked it back over to the rack wall. He took his time. I took the opportunity to breath and let my poor dead arms hang. When he returned, he stepped to my side and took me by my hand and shoulder, pulling me up and onto my feet.

Standing, my head came to his naked chest. He had removed his muscle shirt at some point. The name Tiny is such an oxymoron, but I’d be afraid to say it to his face. I felt like a c***d standing next to him. We had done it, and he had pushed me that extra mile. He swatted me on my rump, like football players do, really, so no big deal.

I heard the others laughing and talking in back. Tim stabilized me with an arm around my waist, turning me toward the back area as I wobbled a bit. Once turned in the right direction he put his sweaty arm over my shoulder and pulled me to lean against him, for more support, like buds.

As we approached the back, the other three emerged and blasted out in joined voices, “We’re off. The girls called and are meeting us at Jo’s. We got ten minutes! Tiny, don’t forget to lock up. Steve, remind him! Great to see you again Steve. Later guys.” Who said what I couldn’t say. They were all talking at once, but that is what they all had to say.

Tiny sat me on the bench in the dressing room. I felt like a rag doll. He got my bag and tossed me my towel.

He asked, “Sauna, or you just wanna shower and go home to mama?”

He reminded me I have a wife, a gorgeous sexy woman, my redheaded Amy at home waiting for me. For a second, I thought about her, our marriage, the right thing to do. I was that close to doing it, going home and saving my manhood. But…

“Sauna sound real good, but I don’t wanna keep you. You still have time to catch up with them,” said, “and the girls,” I added with a grin.

He said, “I’d rather see you in the sauna, girl.”

I froze. Again the reminder of who I am, was,

“Hay,” he said, “just k**ding Steve. Listen, you say Stevie is too sissy for you, but I think Steve isn’t the you I wanna get to know. So how bout we come up with a nick for you.”

He had successfully distracted me. I peeled off my shirt, my shoes and socks, finally I stood to drop my shorts. I noticed Tiny standing there watching me.

He said, “You did great. I’m proud of you. Now get a shower, then come join me in the sauna. How about Kitty… Listen Kitty, I’ll go in and relax ten minutes. See, I’m setting my alarm… for… ten… minutes, there. If you decide just to leave Kitty, I’ll understand. Just in case, I’ll say good night now. Good night Kitty. I hope we can do it again soon. What do you think? Kitty work for you?”

Tiny dropped his shorts on the far end of the bench, turned, and stepped into a shower. I saw his cock hanging nearly to his knees as he turned. I could see it arched out from his groin and beneath he had the balls of a brahma bull, and they hung really low. I’m not k**ding! I didn’t mean to notice, but wouldn’t you?

I yelled to him over the roar of the shower, “I don’t think Kitty works.”

I had ten minutes to decide what I really wanted to do. I dropped my shorts revealing my hard little dick sticking out. I wrapped my towel around me and sat back down.

Tiny yelled back, “How bout Pussy. I knew a pole dancer… she was sooo fucking hot! Good name. I like it.”

The water stopped and he padded over to the sauna. I heard him collecting his things, and the sauna door pull open with the usual whoosh.

He said, “Okay, ten minutes… starting… now. Get your shower Pussy.”

I stood. Dam he’s a huge man! I’m crazy if I even consider putting myself into a possible situation with him. I got into the shower in a long hot blasting spray. I could feel my angry aching body telling me this would be enough. My brain was saying go home, get some sleep, and be safe.

I got out and grabbed my towel. My head said, ‘Don’t do it STUPID!’ But my little head was screaming, ‘Do it Pussy! You want to be his! Give yourself to him NOW!’ In a flash all I could think was STUPID PUSSY STUPID PUSSY!

I flipped my towel around me and turned toward the dressing room with my cloths. I stopped, ‘Stupid or Pussy, what’s it going to be girl?’ slowly I turned from the dressing room and walked into the sauna.

Tiny had his eyes closed. He was back there on that top bench, a dark ominous figure masculine in every way. His legs were spread, a dark lumpy sack lay between, moving with life. His black cock hung between his knees.

He said, “Hello. Is Pussy good for you? Put your towel here on the bench beside me.”

I hesitated, silently. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but he knew I was there. I thought about what he just asked, and I thought, ‘Yes pussy is good for me, but that’s not what he meant.

He said, “I really don’t mean to scare you. I like you. I like it when you call me Tiny. Now, I’d like you to tell me you like me, and you like me calling you Pussy.”

I said, “Okay, I like you Tiny, and I’m okay with you calling me Pussy too.”

He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but I could see his cock slithering ever so slowly with a life of its own. I moved forward to the bench. I pulled the towel from my waist and spread it out beside him.

He said, “Pussy, can I call you my Pussy girl.”

I climbed to the bench and sat beside him. I looked over at him, looking him over, still with his eyes closed. He is one big hansom black man glistening like a bronze statue in a mist. I held my hands like prayer time so they covered my shamefully hard little dick.

I said, “Okay.”

The heat dried my skin quickly. I leaned back against the wall, then sat up because it burned.

He said, “Mmm, say Tiny, I want you to call me your Pussy girl.”

I felt like we were playing a game. I knew where it was leading but I felt I wanted it to at this point. I was getting that hunger for sex. I wanted to be submissive and please this man.

I said playfully, “Okay… Tiny I want you to call me your Pussy girl.”

He asked, “Are you ashamed to be here with me Pussy?”

“Maybe a little, Tiny. How’d you know?” I answered.

He said, “You’re not sitting back.”

“How do you know?” I asked.

He asked, “I can feel you there. You’re sitting up with both your hands in your lap. Why Pussy?”

“How can you… are your eyes open? I’m sitting up because the wall is burning hot.” I answered.

He said, “Tell me you want to sit in my lap Pussy.”

“What?” I yelped, mostly from the surprise, not because I was upset or anything.

He reached over and put his big black hand on my arm, then moved it to the arm farthest from him, slid it down to my wrist, wrapping his thick fingers around it and pulling so gently and slowly it felt like I wanted to move my hand. It rose then swung toward him.

He said, “Tell me you want to sit in my lap and be my Pussy girl.”

I looked at him still with his eyes closed, still with my wrist in his gentle hand, and said, “This is so shameful. Do you really want me to say it? Okay Tiny, I… want to…”

I felt him begin to pull a little more firmly, causing me to turn toward him, then lean over him a bit, as I tried to say it for him.

“I want to sit in your lap and…” I said.

He had pulled me to my knee, then transferred my wrist to his other hand. I was facing him, my little dick pointing right at him, and I was so glad he had his eyes closed.

“be your Pussy girl Tiny,” I whispered, now so close to his face I could stick my tongue out and lick his cheek, as he held me in this position by the wrist, arm stretched completely across his chest, kneeling naked beside his massive naked body, telling him I want to sit in his lap and be his Pussy girl.

He reached down with his free hand and took my other wrist after finding it, and lifted. He lifted both my arms so I was pulled up until I had to flip my leg over his lap to keep from falling or something.

“Say it again,” he purred.

As I said it again, “I want to sit in your lap Tiny and be your Pussy girl,” I felt him lowering me onto his lap. I also felt my dick drag down his belly and the thrilling sensation made me say it again, “Oh god Tiny I want to sit here in your lap and be your Pussy girl.”

I was now lying on his belly with my arms wrapped around his neck. He was sliding his big hot hands all over my sweaty back, pulling my body against his, trying to make me feel relaxed.

I closed my eyes, but still felt tense. This was so unnatural. I started kissing my neck as his hands started needing my bottom, but I couldn’t help myself. I shivered even in the hot dry air.

Tim noticed my discomfort and asked, “You okay baby?”

“No. It’s just not right,” I replied.

He said, “You got into the fun last time, right?”

“I guess, but that, then, oh I can’t explain it,” I whispered as I shook my head.

He went on, “You came here tonight… to see Frank and Jo, right?”

“Well, yes and no.” I winded, “I planned to stop, well not let, I mean, I didn’t want it to, or maybe I did dammit. I thought if I confronted the situation I could get past it, over it. I kept thinking, well part of me, I’d ask myself, ‘do you really wanna’ and I called myself stupid and fagot and everything I could think of to get my mind back to normal… and,”

“So,” he interrupted, “You was thinkin bout Frank and Jo.”

I was still lying naked on this man’s chest, arms still around his neck, with my finally flaccid dick pressed between our bellies. He was holding me, hugging me kind of. I exhaled and felt a bit of my tension ease.

“I guess, but I’m confused as to…” I was saying.

He interrupted again, “You was thinkin bout them because they both fucked you. You feel it’s wrong and unnatural because that’s how you was raised. But truth be told getting fucked whether you a boy or a girl feels yummy, and your mind don’t know right or wrong, just that it feel good no matter how you is taught.”

I could see that. I felt him slide his hand to the back of my head and pull it down to his shoulder. My head laying on his shoulder, his hand rubbing the back of it like a parent sooths a c***d.

He resumed the lesson, “And you know how when a woman get fucked she gets all clingy and possessive, thinking she in love and he her man because he fucked her?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I whispered.

“Well,” he said, “truth is she don’t know it but she in love with the cock that fucked her, and not the man. See?”

I shook my head. I felt his other hand rubbing the cheek of my ass as he spoke.

“See,” Tim went on, “a boy, we fuck a girl and fall in love with that pussy, right? Another pussy come along we wanna poke it too. But when a woman feel that dick sliding inside her she think she in love with the man. That what happened to you.”

I shook my head as I let out a long low, “Nooooooo.”

He said, “Yes it true girl. You was fucked by those two boys big black dicks and your mind is telling you, you love those men. But we know it the dick you love.”

I said, “Tiny, I’m not in love with either of them. I love my wife.”

He rubbed my head and said, “Ohhh, you think bout them every day, right?”

I nodded ever so slightly, but it was true, I did.

He asked, “And when you’s thinking bout them you don’t do it consciously but you see them fucking you, right?”

He must have been reading my mind for the past two weeks. But we just met. How could he be so accurate? Again I answered with a little nod. He patted my rump and gave it a soothing rub that caused a bit of a tingle through my body.

He said, “If a girl told you she fucked a guy, then thinks about him every day, and when she does she imagines having sex with him… what you think?”

I said, “But I’m not Tiny. I’m not in lllooo…”

He rubbed me on both ends and said, “Sure you’re not Pussy. You’re not in love with the boys. But, what you is you is in love with their dicks. You a black cock lover and the thought of it makes you wanna be a slutty little girl suckin um and feelin them in yo ass. You don’t think bout it, it just pops in yo head, right? You remember feeling them big cocks fucking your throat and fucking your ass, and your mind likes it. It don’t think bout right or wrong. It’s the subconscious mind that makes you crave the things your conscious mind say is wrong or nasty or perverted.”

I understood what he was saying, and although I felt in my gut he was all somehow wrong, hoped he was actually, I still couldn’t argue away one point of it.

Tiny said, “Men compartmentalize. Women generalize. That’s why they think they’s in love with the man while us guys understand we’s in love with the pussy and ass and mouth. Your sub mind is trying to tell you you is aa slut whore for black men, when truth is you just love black cock. See?”

I was so worn out from my workout and the heat, not to mention it was very late, I almost went to sleep right there.

He said, “Pussy, you awake? I know I wore you out earlier. But tell me you agree.”

“I agree,” I whispered in his ear half asleep.

He said, “Pussy, tell me you in love with black cock.”

I had no fight in me, “I love black cock.”

He said, “Tell me you love my big black cock.”

“I love your big black cock Tiny.”

He said, “Are you too tired to fuck?”

“I’m having trouble staying awake,” I replied.

I felt him lifting me again and my chin hitting my chest. I shook it off and lifted it to see what was happening, as he lay me over on my towel, pulling my legs so both were over his lap. He took my ankles and pushed so my knees rose and my feet rested on the bench with my toes snug under his thigh. My knees fell apart exposing my crotch to Tiny’s view.

He said, “Mmm that clit don’t look so big now Pussy.”

I felt his big warm hands life down and through my inner thighs causing me to lift my groin to meet them. I felt his fingers slide around the base of my dick, but not touch it. Then I felt my dick start to rise.

He said, “Mmm you responding to my touch Pussy. Look you clits getting hard.”

I didn’t lift my head, just enjoyed the experience. It felt so nasty but good. His fingers slid back up to the tops of my thighs, and he gave each a squeeze that caused me to draw in my legs and pull down on my crotch.

He said, “Oh you like when I do that don’t you Pussy?”

“Yes,” I answered truthfully.

He pushed my thighs apart gently but firmly and told me to flex my butt muscles. As I did I could feel my dick filling with each contraction, it bobbed up and down with each squeeze. Then he squeezed the tops of my thighs again and down into my lap I pulled my enraged dick, down out of sight.

Tim said, “Oh Pussy, your big clit is hiding from me.”

Again I felt him push me apart and again he had me squeeze again and again, and again I felt my dick throbbing for attention, any attention. But each time, and this happened several more times, he would massage the tender flesh of my deep inner thighs causing the muscles and skin to pull and yank and tug on my raging little hard-on, but then never touch it directly. I needed direct stimulation!

He said, “Pussy, your clitoris is so red with desire and throbbing. I can tell every time your heart beats just by looking at you clit baby. Tell me your too tired to fuck again.”

I shook my head and reached to jack myself off. It wouldn’t take two yanks. He grabbed my wrists and held my hands inches from my aching dick. He knew I needed just a nudge to cum and find rest. He knew it but he wanted me to know who was in control.

“Tell me Pussy.” He said in a really deep voice, “Tell me you don’t want to fuck me and cum with me. Tell me Pussy, tell me.”

I wrestled a second with his fists and in futile surrender I said, “No Tiny, I need you to let me cum.”

He pushed my hands under my butt and told me to keep them there if I wanted him to let me cum. I did as told.

He said, “I want you to fuck me Pussy. Will you fuck me?”

“If you let me cum Tiny. Please.”

He pushed my legs apart again and I felt my dick throbbing and pounding and it felt like it was on fire and about to pop. My balls had grown an ache too, small at first but like a headache it steadily got worse. All of this was demanding I cum and release the pressure.

I felt him gently squeezing my thighs with quick slight pinches causing my dick to jump, my butt cheeks to flinch and my balls to draw up with each and every little quick grip. I was about to cry I felt so much hunger for relief.

He said, “Do you want to fuck me Pussy? Do you want to feel my cock inside you?”

I said, “Please Tiny, fuck me but let me cum.”

He pushed my thighs together and my knees down toward the back wall and I heard a loud ‘BANG’, then I felt the burning fire in my bottom and realized he had spanked me. I was on fire, my entire body flinched into a knot and I balled up my fists in pain and shock.

He said, “Pussy, listen to me. Tell me you want to fuck me, not that you want me to fuck you. Do you want to fuck me Pussy?”

I was crying now as tears ran down my cheeks and snot ran out my nostrils. My lips quivered and my lower lip stuck out pouting.

I said, “I’m sorry.”

He soothed the spot he had swatted with a gentle rub. His hand swirled circles on the back of my upper thigh. His other hand moved to my chest and was rubbing me there as well. I noticed then that my dick had gone flaccid. The pains and aches had dissolved totally.

He just rubbed and rubbed as I slowly regained my composure. I almost fell asleep again when I heard his soothing voice once more.

“Pussy,” he said, “If you didn’t come here tonight wanting to fuck, Pussy, why did you come tonight.”

I thought about what he asked. I thought about all he had explained and how I was thinking I was in love like a silly girl with the men who had fucked me. I wasn’t though. I thought about them, but it had to be lust for their cocks.

Still with my eyes closed and on my side, I said, “Well, I haven’t been able to make love with my wife since that night. I thought I would confront them and show them I’m a man, and regain my…”

I felt Tim’s hand move to my ankles and move my feet off the bench. He took my wrist and pulled me to a sitting position, allowing me to rest a minute like this.

“You know Pussy,” Tim said, “it wasn’t them you were trying to prove your manhood too.”

I looked at my shriveled little dick, still an angry red, and kind of puffy like a balloon after being blown up to excess then all the air having been let out. It tingled but not with desire, just something dull. My balls below looked a shade I’d never seen them before, kind of purple, and swollen nearly twice their size. The ache had gone as I had said, but they hurt when I’d flex the muscles down there.

I asked, “No?”

“No,” he answered, “I think you came tonight to prove your manhood to yourself.”

I said, “I think you’re right. How can I go home to my wife if I’m not a real man?”

He said, “Do you want an answer?”

I said, “Please.”

He put his arm over my shoulders and pulled me into his sweaty armpit. He rested his head atop mine. He rubbed his hand up and down my arm soothing me.

“Lesbians,” he said, “how does a lesbian make love to her lover, Pussy? She suck her lover’s pussy driving her wild with oral sex. Do you eat your wife’s pussy?”

I nodded my head, adding, “I love to. She has the wettest pussy I ever ate. She’s a gusher, the only one I ever knew.”

Tim said, “Wow, a gushing cunt, mmm. You have to tell me more about your wife some time. But see, you don’t have to be a man to make love to a woman, any more than you have to be a woman to make love to a man. If you’re conflicted inside you can’t make love, but if you’re confident in yourself and that the person you are with is someone you want to please, you just do it.”

I said, “I’m not sure that will help. I can’t get hard at home anymore.”

He said, “Pussy, if you can’t get it up… kiss your wife’s snatch. Kiss it, suck on her it and finger her until she floods your mouth with her juices. Tell yourself, you may be a little girly not being able to get it up, but even when you’re like this you can be the best lesbian lover your wife could ever have. See?”

I nodded my head.

He said, “Sometimes it also helps to be punished. If you feel guilt it can weigh heavy on you. Do you feel guilty about what you did with Frank and Jo, Pussy?

I said, “Maybe a little.”

He said, “If that’s the case Pussy, sounds like you could use a good spanking.”

He started to pull me toward him, out from under his arm and almost to standing, before redirecting me across his knee. I stopped, pulled back.

“Oh no, no really Tiny. I don’t…”

He said, “You feel guilty because you imagine you did wrong, and deserve to be punished. You can keep having problems at home, no boners my friend, or do this my way.”

I didn’t move or answer, but when he began to pull on my wrist to guide me across his lap again, I didn’t resist. I was afraid of what I was allowing. I was laying naked across this big naked black man. His sweat was beading. Mine started to flow freely.

I thought he would give me a warning of when he would… ‘WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!’ it happened before I could have said, well, a really long word. My bottom burned and felt ten, no a hundred times hotter than the room felt.

I screamed, “Please… Stop… Ohhh Ahh mmmmm! HELP please stop! TINY please stop!”

The raw pain stopped shortly after the beating did, but the burn flared like he had thrown gas on the fire. My ass got hotter and hotter and hotter.

There were only three swats, but they were real I assure you. I balled my fist and held it between my teeth. I felt Tim moving me again, down and off his lap. He pushed me to lay beside him with my head in his lap. He reached down to my red bottom and rubbed it, soothing it.

He said, “That’s a good girl Pussy. Good girl. My cock is cramped under your head. Pull it up for me, okay?”

I pulled my fist from my teeth, rolled my head back out of the way, and reached into his lap to find his cock. I wasn’t really thinking about what I was doing. I was focusing on the burning that was starting to turn into a glow that spread out into other parts of me. That’s when I noticed my dick had become hard again. Not aching hard, just solid and firm.

As I pulled Tim’s cock from between his warm thighs and from under my cheek, I notice he too had grown quite hard and firm as well.

Tim said, “Look Pussy, your clitoris is hard again.”

As he said it he gave the top of my upper thigh a firm squeeze, and I instinctively lifted my leg pushing my dick out. I looked at the big black cock in my hand inches now from my face. I jacked it gently up and down a couple times noticing each time I pushed the skin up a copious amount of fluid oozed from the slit that peeked out from the skin that surrounded the head hiding it completely. I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before.

I felt him lay his fingers flat over my dick, and start to rub it like I rub my wife’s clit when we make love. It felt very good. I had always jacked off the way a man does, by wrapping my fist around my dick. But, he was pleasing me by rubbing my dick like a clitoris, and it felt yummy, especially with the warmth in my ass and the smell of his manliness in my nose.

Tim said, “You like this… you want to suck my cock too. Tell me what you want Pussy. Your clit is so big and hard for me Pussy. Tell me now.”

His fingers started to fan over my dick, faster and faster.

I whispered, “I want to suck your big black cock Tiny.”

He said, “Suck it like a slut in love with black cock. Ohhh do it. Yeah baby, that’s so good.”

As I sucked on the nob of his huge cock, tasting its juices as they seeped from him, I yearned to reach my orgasm under his dancing fingers. Tim felt me sucking harder, more furiously, and mercilessly he pulled his hand from my dick. I clamped my thighs closed and tried to fuck them. It never worked.

Tim said, “Come here Pussy.”

He took both my wrists in his beefy hands and pried my fists from his shaft, lifting me. His cockhead popped from my lips as my face was pulled away next. I cried as he lifted me till my hands were near the ceiling.

He said, “Step over me Pussy.”

I did. I put my knee beside his thigh. But he didn’t look pleased.

“On your feet, Pussy,” he said nicely but firmly.

I wiggled and jerked until I had my feet on the bench beside each of his thighs. I was in a squatting position above his lap, and could feel his cock touching my bottom as it bobbed around.

Tim said, “You want to fuck me now Pussy.”

I looked at him, his big head, his big chest, and his giant arms. I focused on his face, his black skins, his blue lips, and his smiling ivory white eyes. The slut in me was surfacing.

“Tiny,” I whispered, “I want to fuck your big black cock.”

“Ask me,” he whispered back.

As he said this he let go my aching arms. The workout I had so long ago left me nearly a cripple. I dropped my arms around his neck, as he moved his to my back, once again rubbing me deliciously.

“Tiny,” I said with my head tilted and a pout, “can I fuck your big black cock, PLEASE?”

He said, “Hold it if you want it baby.”

I let one hand drop from his neck, down to the space below me. I felt his cock again and positioned it so it was spitting its nectar onto my sphincter.

I said, “I don’t know if I can do it.”

He said, “Just push it back and sit on it for now.”

I asked, “Really? You don’t mind?”

He said, “Pussy, you’re my girl. Right? You want to be my girl?”

I was nodding my head as I pushed his cock back enough to get it behind me, then I lowered myself to sit on it, on him. He moved his hands to my rump as I moved mine to his neck. I wanted to reposition to my knees, but he wanted me like this, squatting. He did have me walk my feet out forward so I was more sitting in his hands. He had me spread them out away from him on both sides too, so my legs were really wide.

In this position he could glance down and see my dick, my clitoris as it throbbed and turned deep red again. I felt his cock sawing through my ass cheeks as he slid me back and forth on it. The sensation was thrilling as it rubbed my anus.

“Kiss me bitch.” He said.

I tried to put my lips to his but while rocking it was impossible. I was trying my best but about then I heard a noise.

I froze and asked, “You hear that?”

He said, “I locked the door. It can only be one of the boys… if its anyone.”

I asked, “Should we check?”

He yelled, “Who’s out there?”

I yelped, “Are you crazy?”

I heard the door open and knew I’d been caught, we’d been caught in this very compromising position. I didn’t want to look, afraid who might be there and what they might think of me. Tiny acted like he didn’t care who might see. He started sliding my ass over his cock again. On the other hand the blast of cool air was a blessing.

Someone said, “Hay cool. Hay Steve… Tiny, mind if I hit that with ya?”

Tiny said, “Pussy, tell Geo what you love.”

I looked at Tiny wondering what he meant. Wasn’t it bad enough this total stranger knows all about what happened, is looking at me here sitting in Tim’s lap both of us naked and his big black cock sawing through my ass cheeks. He nudged his dick against me and tilted his head to indicate… down there.

He said, “Geo, let me introduce you to my girl, Pussy. Pussy… meet Geo.”

Geo asked, “Pussy? Your… girl… Pussy? WOW! They wasn’t lying was they? Nice to meet you Pussy. I’m Geo. So, what is it you love Pussy?”

Tim was still sliding me back and forth on his hard cock as he said to me, “Tell him what you love Pussy.”

I closed my eyes and said loud enough for Geo behind me to hear, “I love black cocks.”

I felt his hands sliding around my chest to cup my breasts, my man boobs. His fingers started needing them. I squeezed my eyes closed even harder in shame, shame for feeling good in these men’s hands and between their bodies.

Geo said, “Dam girl, you’re bitching hot! And Pussy’s a great nick for ya. So Tiny, mind if I share this Pussy with you?”

Tiny started chatting with Geo like I wasn’t even there, “What happened?”

Geo replied as he started pinching my nipples causing them to tingle, “The bitches got bitchy. Figure! Sue said since Frank and she’d scored they was a couple and then she proceeded to tried and toss us out. We ditched um, all of us, then went to the club, but it’s late and they was closed. Well, we went lookin for more bitches.”

Tiny asked, “No luck?”

“Na,” Geo said as I felt him rubbing his big cock against my backside.

Tiny said, “So what? You came back here?”

Geo reached out and took my wrist, pulling my hand down to my side, and there I felt his cock rubbing the palm of my hand.

He said, “Actually, mmm oh ya…”

Tiny said, “Give me ten. Turn the light off on your way out. Now say goodbye to Pussy.”

I had pulled Geo’s cock out the leg of his silk shorts and was jacking his slippery python as the guys talked. I was sliding my fingers all around the flaring head scooping up the pre-cum and smearing it over the length, causing Geo to gasp now and then as he spoke.

He said, “Ohh… good… bye… Pussy.”

He took my head in both his hands, one behind my head the other on my cheek, and pulled my face to the side, to his where he pushed his lips to mine and pushed his tongue through my lips and deep into my mouth. The more I squeezed his cock the more he explored my mouth.

And the more I played these games with these men the more I wanted too. I really was loving the feel of being a slutty girl that these powerful men want to possess and fuck. The thought of having them fuck me was starting to be a turn on too, when I was feeling the perv in me.

And the feeling of Tiny’s cock strumming my asshole made it start those… ah, like blowing kisses thing again and I started thinking I might like it doing this through my asshole.

Geo pushed my face away and stepped back out from my reach. I berried my face in Tiny’s shoulder and bit as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly.

He said, “Ten Tiny. Dam good Pussy! Ten man.”

Tiny was rubbing my back when I heard a click and we were enveloped in total darkness. I felt his hands go to my bottom and start working me back and forth again on his cock. I kissed his neck as he gently slid my asshole up and down the length of his shaft. I felt more passionate in the dark, and moved my hands to the sides of his face as I walked my kisses up over his cheek and to his lips where we started tongue wrestling.

I whispered into his mouth, “I want to fuck your big black cock Tiny.”

He dug his tongue into my mouth as he slid my asshole back over his shaft again, this time adding a little lift when I came to the usual end of our stroke. This positioned his cock head right there. His hands let go of my ass, dropping me with all my weight on it.

I felt the muscles in my thighs and calves tighten like iron instantly to catch me. I felt the head of Tiny’s cock force open my sphincter causing a terrible burn. I caught myself just before the crown slipped through. I bit his lower lip and could taste blood.

I tightened my leg muscles lifting my rump, eased myself up a little, but not letting my sphincter close.

I whispered, “Sorry,” as I kissed him again in the dark.

I felt my lower half relax and the burn ease away into a yummy warmth. Tim moved his hands to my breasts and squeezed my man boobs, and it felt so sexy and good. I kissed him deeply the way a slut girl kisses her lover, and tightened my legs a bit to lift myself a bit more off his cock, enough to allow the tip of the head finally slip free.

I heard Tiny grown. I knew he was thinking I was giving up, quitting on us, and I felt so bad for him. I sucked his tongue into my mouth with passion and sucked on it like a slut, as I worked my ass in a circle feeling his cock spitting its lube into my gaping hole. In the heat of the room, as our bodies poured sweat, the wetness he added to my hole felt cooling.

I whispered again into his mouth, “I…”

And as the word passed into his mouth I dropped my weight and felt the head of his throbbing cock squeeze through my sphincter opening me up so wonderfully wide. The pain started again.

“Want unnnngh…” I continued.

And as this word escaped my lips I felt the ring of my asshole snap closed around the crown and so tight against his shaft.

It took a few minutes I think for the pain to subside to a burn then to the hot hot warmth to finally be an acceptable kind of yummy feeling. It was by no means a relaxed feeling but it was acceptable now.

With each word that followed… I willed my legs to relax, I allowed another inch or so, a bit at a time, of Tim’s manhood to slip up inside me…

“To… Fuck… You… Tiny… PLEASE… oh… I… Love… you…”

As I told him I love him I felt the hairs of his pubic bone tickling my balls, and my little penis head felt the tickling of the hairs on his belly. I felt like he was pressed so tightly up inside me I could swear he was up under my rib cage pushing against my lungs and stomach and intestines.

I felt him wrap his arms around my back and pull me tight. I felt my little dick squashed between our hot slippery wet bodies. I felt him as he flexed his groin muscles causing his massive cock to dance around inside me forcing my intestines to slip and slide around him, and my lungs and stomach to slip aside for him, and his wonderful cock head in here to nudge my heart when he grew tall stabbing up and up and up.

I could not talk. I held his neck for dear life as I sucked on the wet skin of his collarbone. He held me tightly too and the only movement between us was inside me. My toes were making fists as I ground their knuckles into the corner of the bench behind Tiny.

“Are you okay Pussy?” he whispered.

I kept sucking his neck but did make the effort to nod my head. He started to push me back, and I clung even tighter to his neck adding my teeth to the skin where I sucked.

“Tell me what you feel,” he said, as he kept pressure on moving me back.

I lifted my head and slowly rolled it back as I felt my crotch rock back and my dick drag down the Velcro hairs of his belly causing me to gasp in thrilling pleasure. I squeezed my ass and felt my muscles lift my balls and wrap tightly around his cock like my guts had become a giant fist.

I let out a groan, “Ahhhhhhh ohhhh Tiiiiinny! Ohhhhhh myyyy gooooood I’mmmm soooooo fuckinnnnng fulllllll! Mmmmmmmm.”

He asked, “Do you love black cock baby?”

I groaned “YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS. Don’t make me….. talk….. pleee”

He pulled me back to him and I wrapped myself around him again feeling him totally possessing me, filling me inside and wrapped around me outside holding me so I couldn’t move away… not that I would want too.

He held me like this for a wonderful time then told me, “Push baby, like you trying to shit.”

I didn’t understand, didn’t want anything different. I felt him rock his hips and the feeling stroked through my entire body. Then I felt him pushing himself to a sitting position and the new position pulled him out of me just a bit. It was a little relief in this position.

“Try to shit girl,” he said again.

I squeezed my bottom and felt my gut muscles fist his cock again. I knew what he wanted now so I did it again and again. The problem was all this was exhausting. I was panting for air unable to catch my breath in the heat.

He saw my problem and said, “Let me get you out of here Pussy. Would you like that? Hold my neck tight now girl.”

I nodded my head, as he lifted me, fingers entwined, hands cradled under my butt, my arms wrapped tightly round his neck, my legs around his waist and feet hooked together behind his bottom. With his cock still entirely imbedded inside me, all my weight hanging on this hook of man meat, he walked us out of the dark sauna and into the cool, almost cold after all that heat, dressing room.

I held on to his neck for dear life even though Tim securely had me as he walked us confidently out into the well-lit dressing room. I kept my eyes closed in the glare of the lights.

“Pussy,” Tiny said, “You’re my black cock slut, hungry for black cock. You wanting to be a girl Pussy. You not only want to be fucked by big black cock, you want to suck and fuck black cock. You want to fuck black cock, fuck it with your pussy ass. It makes you clit hard just thinking about it. Now, don’t open your eyes.”

Well, that made me want to open them. But I also want to be submissive. I want to be a black cock as he was saying. I squeeze my bottom along with my eyes showing I am an obedient slut.

I feel him sit and know he’s on the bench in the dressing room. The cool air feels so delicious.

“Squeeze my cock Pussy,” he whispers in my ear, “if you would like me to fuck you like this in front of the other guys.”

I squeeze my bottom once again feeling my inners squeezing his entire cock. I begin to wonder if we are alone as I keep my eyes closed and rock my bottom, stroking my dick between us, and feeling with realization I am fucking him just like my wife fucks me when she rubs her crotch back and forth on me with my dick deep inside her.

He lowers my legs and has me move to my knees, never escaping my asshole. He was no longer holding me. I lowered myself fully onto him again holding him totally inside and in this position did the work of rutting in him rocking my hips forward and back, faster and faster, each time feeling my dick rubbing his belly as I squashed my balls into his pubic bone.

“Keep your eyes closed girl,” he said again as he pulled one of my hands from his neck.

I felt like I had to shit, like I had to pee, like I was going to cum but not com, it’s a hard feeling to explain. I tingled and ached and was so desirous for more as I focused on the man’s cock filling my body. Then my hand touched a soft hard hot wet shaft, and my fingers wrapped around it knowingly.

Tiny said, “Hold it Pussy. Love on this big black cock. You love black cock girl. Tell us it makes your clitoris hard.”

I said, “Oh yes my clit is so fucking hard Tiny. I love it. I’m keeping my eyes closed.”

He said, “Oh you’re a good slutty girl Pussy. And you’re fucking my black cock so good. Tell our friend you love his black cock too.”

I squeeze his cock and squeeze Tiny’s with my ass as I say, “I love both of your black cocks.”

I felt a bit unsteady as I felt Tiny pull my other hand from his neck as well. I wobbled and translated the motion into fucking him. I heard his approval as he groaned deeply. Then again my hand touched a soft hard hot wet shaft, and my fingers wrapped around it knowingly.

Tony asked, “Are you okay Pussy?”

I cooed, “Oh yeah Tiny. I love all your black guy’s cocks.”

Tiny thrust into me several times causing me to freeze and squeeze the cocks in my hands. I wanted to open my eyes but the feeling of being a submissive bitch was so thrilling. I threw my head back and gasped as I rocked my hips wildly as Tiny thrust up causing his enormous cock to piston in and out through my anus… WOW!

The guys on my sides put their hands behind my shoulders and on my chest, then lowered me back so I could feel Tiny’s cock rubbing the inside of my bellybutton. I turned my head to the left and pulled on that man’s cock hoping he would move it to my lips.

When he refused I turned my head to the right, and met the same frustrating denial. My dick ached for attention as I felt Tiny’s fingers rubbing the flesh around the base while totally ignoring it. I felt what I knew was my prostate throbbing and the feeling I needed to pee really bad, and my asshole stretched and my belly full causing the feeling I really really had to shit. Get the picture? I was in a thrillingly agonizing position.

I cried, “Please Tiny touch it.”

He asked, “What Pussy?”

I cried with a whimper, “My dick, my dick, I neeeeed…”

Tiny said, “You my slut Pussy girl, and girls have cunts and clits. I’m fucking yo cunt bitch and you will never call that a dick again.”

I cried, “My clit Tiny… Please touch my clit now… pleeeee”

“No,” he said firmly, “Not yet girl. Now lean back and enjoy this.”

I lay back into the hands still holding onto their cocks while feeling Tiny sawing in and out so his cock slit out so the head tugged at my sphincter then in till he was grinding his pubs into my balls. I dropped my head in delicious despair realizing he wasn’t going to touch my clit.

My head dropped low… hanging so my mouth was forced open, emitting a grunt with each thrust of Tiny’s cock. His pace was slow and steady with a pause at each end. Suddenly, the hands on my man boobs started pinching my nipples hard enough to make me squirm and flinch, causing in turn my body to squeeze and contract on Tiny’s cock.

And, as the agony of this playfully teasing assault slowed and ended, I felt hands cradling my head, still leaned way back. I realized it had to be a forth guy. I peeked but in this position all I could see were the legs of black men.

I said, “Tiny…”

But before I could say anything else I felt as much as tasted the black cock now resting the head inside my mouth. I closed my lips around it and swirled my tongue around the head. I slid my tongue through the slit. I slurped loudly on it as Tiny fucked me.

Tiny stood up, holding me by the thighs. I was holding the two cocks, as these men cradled my chest. When Tiny thrust into me really hard I felt my body lift, my back arch, and my head thrown back. My mouth was forced onto the cock now sliding through my lips.

I felt Tiny thrust in and berry himself balls deep, then holding it there… as I felt the cock in my mouth sliding slowly in, so fucking slowly in and in and in. I felt the head of the man’s big black cock swelling my throat as it slid in and in and down my throat.

I heard the guys voices as they all talked, “Dam yo a fine fuckin bitch. Pussy you the best cock suckin bitch ever. I want some o that. I want in down there. You wanna fuck me Pussy? I wanna fuck you girl. Is you our girl now Pussy? Look at her clit… its purple and so shiny. It looks like its going to split wide open. Its going to splode!”

My clit did feel like it was on fire. I couldn’t answer but I felt a nasty thrill with each humiliating desirous question they asked of me. I felt Tiny picking up the pace and I felt like I was going to pee. I held it as long as I could and then it felt like I was.

“Dam Tiny you made the bitch cum,” The boys were teasing, “look at it, Pussy ain’t shooting cum like no man. Its oozing out. No, you’s pumpin it out of her Tiny. I’m dumpin in her cunt ohhhh yeah! Me toooo, take it bitch, mmmmm!”

I felt the two inside me berry themselves deep and I held my breath as my clit ached but felt a little relief, not fulfilling but relieving. The groins ground into me front and rear and ground and ground till I felt like passing out.

After some time I woke on the bench on my back, breathing through a sore mouth. I felt wet down below too all over.

I rolled my head to the side where I heard the sound of water, and opened my eyes to see the guys in the shower, all four of them. I closed my eyes again and fell asleep.

I awoke to the taste of cock as I felt something rubbing against my lips. I opened my eyes to see a hard black cock in my face.

Frank said, “Are you still our black cock loving girlfriend Pussy?”

I looked at his cock and even after all we had just done, it did look yummy, so I said, “Yes,” as I licked the head.

Jo asked, “She up? She up for round two? Hehe…”

“We wanna watch our slut girlfriend,” Tiny said, “fucking. Can we watch you fuck these guys Pussy?”

I said between licks, “Yes.”

I was licking on Frank as he helped me sit up. He stuck the head in my mouth for me to suckle as he fucked three or four inches into my lips.

Jo had moved around behind me and was coaxing me to get on my knees on the bench. He moved in behind me and while straddling the bench he pushed the head of his cock into my ass.

I think it was Geo that said, “Hold it there Jo, now Frank stick it to her.”

I felt Frank pushing. I tilted my head back and forced my jaws wide opening and aligning my throat for his invasion. I felt his cock sinking deeper and deeper until I had his black pubic hair scrubbing my nose. I had to hold my breath like this.

Tiny asked, “You really loving those black cocks Pussy girl?”

I couldn’t answer in this position, but I nodded my head causing Frank to let out a hisssss.

Geo said, “Pussy, rock back onto Jo’s cock.”

I pushed back onto Jo’s big black cock, which surprised me how really easy it was, with absolutely no pain at all. Frank refused to follow me so as I took Jo in I felt Frank pull out.

I ground my ass against Jo’s crotch as I lipped and licked the head of Frank’s delicious dribbley cock. His balls lifted and fell as I tasted his wetness oozing onto my tongue. I slid forward again, feeling Frank swelling my throat, and as I did I felt Jo pulling out of my ass leaving me feeling empty. Then I felt the guys placing their hands on my shoulders and hips.

“Fuck those boy’s big black cocks Pussy,” someone said as I felt the hands begin shoving/pulling pulling/shoving causing me to slide back and forth off one cock onto the other then again and again.

I felt so nasty sexy as I fucked and sucked these two big black cocks while knowing and listening to two other black men, men I had only met today and had fucked and sucked each of them earlier and were now watching me do this and cheering me on. WOW

I put my hands on Frank’s ass so I could pull him into me. I tried to pull him in while sitting back on Jo’s cock, but they both kept my action between them.

Geo said, “No cheating bitch.”

I heard Tiny saying, “He said he aint hittin it. No, she don’t suspect, but she aint getting none. I think next week I’ll get him to confide in me. Ya…” the conversation was extraneous to the experience I was enjoying so I filtered it out mostly.

We fucked like this for I don’t know how long when suddenly both Frank and Jo shoved into me at the same time and ground into me. I held my breath as I felt my clit tingling, no longer aching but defenitly starved for attention. Jo’s cock was swelling and jurking in my ass and I knew he was dumping his load. Frank’s swelling cock was stretching my lips as his pubic hairs ground into my nose. His cock was swelling my throat and stretching deeper in with rhythm as I knew he was dumping his load into my stomach.

The two pulled out of me leaving me feeling like a hungry whore still wanting sex, still wanting big black cock.

The two men left to the showers as Geo and Tiny came to help me. They took my towel and wiped the cum from my crotch as it oozed out of my ass, my ass that wouldn’t close now. As they cleaned me like a pet dog I realized, I had all these experiences and still hadn’t actually swallowed a load of cum. Every time they shot in my mouth they were all down my throat and shooting into my stomach.

“Now Pussy, remember… never ever refer to this,” Tiny said as he wiped my clit with my towel, “as a dick ever again. You are our girlfriend Pussy and this is your clitoris and cunt.”

They helped me to my feet and guided me to a shower, as Geo said, “Say it so we know you mean it.”

I said, “I love your black cocks. I really have to go home now.”

Tiny said, “No more spankin the monkey girl. If you jerk it you won’t be able to get it up for your wife… what was her name Steve?”

I said, “Amy. I… I really got to get home Tiny. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I can’t…”

Geo said through the shower door as he turned on the water, “If it’ll help we’ll keep the action to Monday dates. I’ll square it with the guys.”

I said with a sigh of relief, “That might help.”

Tiny had left and I heard the other showers stop and those guys leave. Geo watched me shower then dress before letting me out the door and locking the gym behind us,

I got home so late Amy was going to be getting up in just a few minutes. I tossed my stuff into the corner and climbed quietly into bed beside her.

Again for another full week, I felt air in my ass and worried about lack of control down there. I couldn’t get hard that week either. I was still sitting when I peed. I did remember not to masturbate, but when Amy flirted with me my clitoris still wouldn’t get hard for her.

But that’s another story.