Chester's lust for mature and hung uncut cock (part 1)

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    Chester's Intergenerational Lust
    Chapter 1

    I'm obsessed with this man and he's sitting 7 rows ahead of me. I'm so
    obsessed that I am following him on this 7:15 train into the city, not
    knowing where it'll lead me. I have to be discrete. I'm wearing a baseball
    cap and sunglasses even though it's mid November and the sun has long since
    set. But I don't want him to recognize me just yet, 'cause if he does, the
    game will be over.

    His name is Antonio Mazzetti. He knows me, somewhat. He comes to the gym
    where I work. That's how I know him. That's why I'm following him. I've
    been in lust with him for days now.

    Fuck, how I lust after this man. But some people would say it's not
    right. They'd say you shouldn't have such sexual, sinful thoughts about a
    man who's old enough to be your grandfather. *And I never thought I'd be
    this person, a guy whose mind has been in a haze of disbelief and powerful
    sexual attraction for a 60-something Grandpa! Hell, I'm so messed up- even
    the thought of our age difference makes me hard and wildly horny like no
    aphrodisiac ever did.

    Fuck, Antonio, I hope tonight brings us together. I want to devour you, I
    want to taste you, I want your manhood inside me, and I want your cock
    juices inside me, on me.

    I've seen him naked. It's because of what I've seen that I'm sitting here
    on this train. I know what this man looks like under his clothes. I don't
    know why, sometimes you get feelings that you can't explain, But I have
    been drawn to Antonio. He's probably close to forty years older than me,
    but I want him. Isn't this fucked up?

    Looking at my reflection in the window, I think I can say that I'm not a
    bad looking 24 year old. I could get a man my age. But I don't want that
    now. I'm a 20-something guy in fucking heat for a fucking senior
    citizen. This is so surreal.

    I work at the local gym. Part of my job is going through the locker room
    and cleaning up after our customers. When I'm down in the change room, I
    keep my eyes away from cocks and asses. When I do glance, I'm super
    discrete because I need this job; I need the money so that I can move out
    of this shitty little suburb. So I work overtime at this place and hope to
    be in a position to move out in a few months.

    Before that day, I would never think of looking at a man old enough to be
    my grandfather. But then I saw Antonio: a tall, slender man, with a broad
    hairy chest. *Somehow his body had escaped many of the most common ravages
    of age. But his great body is not what caught my eye. As Antonio was
    rinsing out shampoo from his hair in the shower I saw his entire body shake
    like a giant oak tree in a strong wind, and I saw his huge fucking
    foreskinned sausage swing back and forth as though it were trying to escape
    from his body. *It was mesmerizing. I blushed and felt blood rush to my
    head. I licked my lips and my cock tingled in my lust. I had never seen a
    cock that big before. I had fantasized about big cocks, but never on an old
    man. I dropped a towel and bent down to pick it up. I was mesmerized by
    Antonio who had now turned around and was bent forward so that his ass was
    exposed to me. His legs held up two luscious pair of glutes. A large round
    nutsack poked out from below his dark, hairy asshole.

    I felt like the room's temperature had become tropical. I had to get out of
    there before I was caught.

    I ran with the towels in my hand out of the room, smashing the exit door
    with my body in order to escape. I tossed the towels into the laundry
    basket and walked promptly to the toilets. I raced into a stall, pulled out
    my hard cock, and within fifteen seconds ropes of my jism hit the toilet
    seat, the wall, and the floor. I panted hoarsely, so overtaken by my
    actions. I couldn't believe what I had done. I felt truly shocked. I had
    discovered something about myself that I didn't understand. For the first
    time in my life, I had shot my load because of lust for an old man.

    I sat on the toilet and felt my cum under my ass on the cold plastic. I
    hung my head low, holding it my hands. Gasping still from the profound
    orgasm, I was deeply confused by what had just happened.

    "Jesus, this is perverse: I'm lusting after somebody's fucking Grandpa."
    Saying these words aloud made the surreal all the more unreal.

    *But even as I closed my eyes the image of Antonio was burned in my
    mind. All I could see was that tall hulk of a senior with his profound
    uncut dong swinging back and forth.

    I could barely keep my mind on my work the rest of the evening. When I got
    home, I went straight to my room and shut the door. I fell on my bed with
    my clothes on and sank into a deep within minutes.

    Although I was mentally exhausted, my dreams that night were extremely
    vivid and sexual. Each time I tossed and turned my hard leaking cock ground
    into the mattress. I didn't have one lucid dream with a storyline, just a
    stream of dark and obscene vignettes involving Antonio and older men with
    large dicks whom I watched from a distance in a variety of places.

    I woke up at 7am to the sound of my alarm clock. I felt like I hadn't slept
    in days. My cock was pointing up and looking for attention, but I was too
    tired to appease it. I stumbled to the shower, turned on the cold water,
    and forced myself to shower in it. I had to give a class at the gym at 8. I
    had to wake up.

    I made it to the gym ten minutes early, still dragging my ass, but feeling
    better with coffee. I went to the front desk and logged on to the computer.
    I was planning to look up Antonio's information. But cursed myself when I
    realized I didn't know his name.

    I eventually learned it, later that day when he walked in around 4pm. I was
    at the front desk when he swiped his membership card and his name came up
    on the screen: Antonio Mazetti.

    My lust for this man made me feel ballsy: "Good afternoon, Antonio."

    I held my breath as he looked at me blankly then smiled.

    Fuck, this was one rugged looking man. Not handsome, or not what people
    tell us is handsome, but sexy as all fuck. He had a nice crew cut above a
    tall wrinkled forehead. *His eyes were a deep dark brown, almost a bit
    menacing. His smile was wide with thick lips under a salt and pepper
    moustache. I got hard instantly.

    "Good afternoon, young man" he said chirpily looking me straight in the
    eyes.

    "Chester, my name's Chester. *I'm not so young," I said as I smiled and
    extended my hand.

    He put his hand on mine and shook it. It was warm and firm.

    "How old are you, Chester?" he asked without hesitation as he took his hand
    slowly from mine.

    "24," I answered.

    "Ah, to be 24 again," he said leaning on the counter beside me smiling.

    His breath smelled sweet like honey and cinnamon and there was a vague
    scent of warm bread about him. I inhaled his scent deeply. But just then
    the phone rang suddenly, jolting me from my reverie.

    Antonio tapped the counter with his palm. "See you later, Chester" he said
    as he headed downstairs to the changing room.

    I watched him walk away as the phone continued to ring.

    "Fuck, I want him," I said under my breath before answering the phone.

    A few minutes later I got one of the younger staff to man the desk while I
    went in search of Antonio. He had already changed into his sweats and was
    talking to another man when I next saw him.

    I had a basket with me and pretended to be cleaning up as I walked behind
    them at a distance.

    "So, the I-G is tomorrow night in town. You coming?" said the other man, a
    tall bearded man with a beer belly whom I recognized as Mickey.

    "Definitely. Do you want to drive in together?" Antonio asked

    "Well, I've got work in the city tomorrow early, so I'm just gonna stay
    there and head to the Base in time for the party," said Mickey.

    "No worries, I'll take the train. Just give me the address again. I always
    get lost in the city," said Antonio.

    "I've got the brochure with me. I'll give it to you in the change room" I
    heard Mickey say as they walked away towards the free weights.

    I spent the next hour keeping an eye on Antonio and Mickey. When they
    started heading back to the locker room, I bolted to the stairwell and
    reached the change room. I entered quickly and hid in a janitor's closet.

    Antonio and Mickey entered the change room. I could see them through slats
    in the storage room door.

    They sat down about ten feet away. I heard the rattle of locks and metal
    doors as they got ready for the showers.

    "Christ almighty, Antonio," said Mickey who erupted in laughter. "That
    thing could kill somebody."

    I knew Antonio must have been naked. He responded to Mickey but I couldn't
    make it out.

    "Here's the flyer with the details," I heard Mickey say.

    After a few seconds I saw them both walk in front of me. They were
    whispering and laughing like schoolboys.

    As soon as I could hear them in the shower, I dashed out of the storage
    room. *I headed straight for their lockers. Having looked up Antonio's
    locker number earlier, I knew his was number 18.

    I looked to my left and right, then opened his locker door. My heart beat
    so hard it almost hurt, but it was worth it: I eyed Antonio's sweaty gym
    gear hanging up on a hook, crowned by a large jockstrap. Not hesitating, I
    grabbed the jockstrap and stuffed it in my pocket. A piece of paper fell to
    the floor.


    "This must be the flyer Mickey was talking about," I thought to myself. I
    went to open it, but heard somebody approach, so I shoved it back into the
    locker, closed the door, and left quickly back upstairs.

    I finished my shift then and there. I wanted to leave before I would see
    Antonio exiting the gym.

    I drove home in record time and locked myself in my bedroom. I spent
    another restless night thinking of nothing but Antonio and sniffing his
    jockstrap.

    That was yesterday. Now, here I am, sitting on this train incognito. I pull
    out Antonio's jockstrap that I stole and bring it to my nose, inhaling the
    scents. *He's sitting 10 fucking feet away, and I'm perving on his jock on
    a train.

    If you'd told me I'd be doing this a few days ago, I'd have said you were
    crazy. *But that was then.

    Wherever Antonio goes tonight, I'm following.


    As we pull into the station Antonio stands up and moves to the doors. He
    looks at his watch and frowns. He seems impatient. Ha, can't be anymore
    impatient than me.

    I stay in my seat, not wanting to move until he does.

    The doors open suddenly and Antonio is off.

    "Sorry," I'm obliged to say to a few people I've just brushed past.

    I see Antonio at the exit now. Great he's heading for the taxi stand.

    Luckily there's a queue. So I slip behind Antonio and turn away slightly. I
    take off the baseball cap and sunglasses and stuff them in my pockets. I
    turn back towards Antonio now.

    Fuck, my heart is beating, but I have to make a move. I tap him on the
    shoulder and he turns to me. He looks blankly, then surprised

    "Oh, hello, Antonio," I say cheerily and as innocently as possible.

    "Ummmm....Chester, isn't it?" he says a bit perplexed.

    "Yes, that's right," I say shaking his hand. "Fancy meeting you here. Nice
    surprise to see a friendly face" I jabber on trying to hide my nervous.

    "Indeed it is. So, what are you up to in town? Going out with your mates?"

    "Yeah...I dunno. Just had an urge to come into town and have a bit of
    fun. And you?" I say a bit rushed.

    A taxi pulls up and Antonio is told to take it.

    "Well, sorry, I better be off. Nice to see you Chester. Bye" Antonio says
    looking relieved as he ducks into his cab.

    "Nice to see you, Antonio, really nice. Have a great night." I say aloud. I
    look around. *Great, my taxi pulls up. I jump into it.

    "Follow the taxi in front, will you. My mates are in it and there wasn't
    enough room for me" I say.

    "Alright, Sir," says the driver.

    We drive for about 15 minutes through busy streets. I'm anxious when we
    approach an intersection with changing lights, but my driver keeps to his
    orders and we stick behind Antonio's cab most of the way. We pull up in
    front of a Chinese restaurant. I see Antonio get out of the cab in front
    and dash into a door next to the restaurant.

    I pay the taxi driver and give him a large tip.

    "Thanks very much, Sir," he says.

    I get out the cab, close the door, and run across the street. There is a
    black door next to the restaurant. Could this be it? I reach for the handle
    and pull.

    It opens. Fuck, it opens. I slip inside. My heart's beating so loud I can
    barely hear.

    There's only one staircase and it leads down. *One the ceiling above the
    staircase large yellow letters spell out, "The Base". (end of part 1)
     
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    Part two
    I get to the bottom of the staircase and there’s a window. Behind the window there’s a middle aged man. He’s bald with a moustache. He’s got no shirt on and there’s a chain going from one nipple to another. He might be naked.



    I take out some money and slip him a twenty. He doesn’t take it.



    “I.D. card please” he says gruffly.



    “I.D. What for?” I say taken aback.



    “You gotta be 21 or over to get into the party,” he says as he appears to rub his groin below the counter.



    I take out my wallet and hand him my ID.



    “Chester, eh?” he says eyeing me up and down. “You know this is an I.G. party, don’t ya?”



    “Sure,” I say.



    “Yeah? You sure? ‘Cos I ain’t seen you here before,” he says teasing me. He rubs his groin again and then stands straight. So, he is naked behind the counter: I can see the top of a very thick bush of pubic hair. He pulls on the chain between his nipples.



    “I.G. means, intergenerational, yeah?” he says. “You like older men, Chester?”



    “Yeah, I do. A lot. A lot as a matter of fact. And tonight I’m really fucking horny for it, you know what I mean?” I say, probably too enthusiastic. “Come on, mate. Lemme in.”



    “Okay, Chester. If you say you’re up for it. All the rooms are taken, so you’ll have to take a locker,” he says.



    “Okay, that’s great” I say, relieved that he’s letting me in.



    He hands me a key, a towel, and change.



    “Thanks,” I say.



    “Pleasure will be all mine….and yours,” he says as he rubs one of his chained nipples eyeing me lecherously. “I’m Rob. See you around, Chester.”



    I hear a buzzer and head for the door beside the counter. My heart starts pounding again with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. What’s behind this fucking door?



    Deep breath. Here we go.



    The room I enter is dark. Dance music is playing and the beat is turned up so that it’s muffled. It fills the place with a primal throbbing pulse. To my left is a bar. Okay, there are a few men standing around. I see a slim blond guy licking the nipple of a pot bellied man with a goatee.



    Beyond them, I see a sign for the lockers. I don’t dare look around and see Antonio just yet. I head quickly for the lockers, ignoring whispers from men at the bar directed at me.



    The changing room is dimly lit. I can barely find my locker, 89. When I get there I see four men clinging to each other. They touch each other all over and laugh. Some wear their towels, but most don’t. I’m all business though. I scan the rows of metal cabinets, find mine, and open it quickly. I throw my clothes inside in a bundle. Wait, on second thought, I want that fucking jockstrap. I take it out and put it on. It’s a bit too loose for my size. I don’t care. I throw the towel I was given over my shoulder. I slam the locker door shut and lock it. I put the key around my ankle like I normally do at saunas. I don’t like the key to get in the way of grabbing and touching.



    Fuck, it feels hot in here. I’m sweating profusely. I hope I don’t stink too much. A man like him will be eaten alive in this place.



    So, where the fuck is Antonio? I need to find him before someone else does.



    I’m back out at the bar area where I entered, no he’s not there. Three guys are going through a dark doorway. I can see a red glow inside. Following behind the last of them, I see we’re in a kind of narrow alley. It’s so dark in here, I can’t make out faces.



    Whoa, space is so tight in here, there are hands and body parts touching me all over. Fuck, this is an orgy and I’m getting hard. How the hell will I find Antonio here?



    I’m surrounded by moaning, licking, and sounds of cocks being jerked about. It smells like sweat and sperm in here. Hell, I love the smell of cum and the more I breathe it in, the hornier I’m getting. My cock is jabbing against anonymous flesh as I walk through this*alley of male sluts. Who are all these horny fuckers? No, I have to keep moving although it’s tempting to stay.



    I see there’s a bit more light as I reach the end of this alley. There seems to be a dingy yellow bulb inside a room at the end. Men’s voices are also a bit louder too. And there’s the infrequent but unmistakable sound of splashing, like a pipe busting out its contents erratically.
     
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    Great part two, can't wait to see how this all turns out.
     
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    Part 3
    I'm gonna stand here a minute, my eyes need to adjust. This is not a big
    room either. *There's a group of men huddled around a bathtub and there are
    a few stalls crammed with men. It smells like piss in here. Fuck me, this
    room's is nothing but a giant toilet and....Christ....there's Antonio!

    He's standing on a high podium in the corner with a group of men at his
    feet. He's fucking pissing on them and they're loving it.

    I'm getting in on this now. I approach the podium and try to squeeze
    in. Antonio hasn't recognized me yet. A man reaches back and pulls me in to
    the group at the podium, his large hand grabbing my bum.

    "You want some of that piss from that horsecock?" he says as his fingers
    rub my asshole.

    "I fucking want all of it," I say not looking at him, my eyes fixed on
    Antonio.

    Antonio's turned slightly away from me as he showers the faces of an older
    man and younger bear type who are kissing.

    This is so fucking surreal. The senior citizen I'm lusting after is
    spraying huge quantities of piss into a crowd of admiring piggish men.

    My mouth is open now. Come on, Antonio. Turn. Turn towards me!

    Fuck yes... warm stream of piss first hits me in the throat. I've got my
    mouth open wide following the stream. I hope I'm making a show of myself. I
    hope Antonio recognizes me.

    He stopped pissing. He's looking at me. Ha...he looks a bit stunned. I've
    got a pissing drinking grin on my face. Ha!

    "Antonio...give us some more," I say.

    "Well, fuck me," he says squinting his eyes as he looks at me.

    He moves to the edge of the podium. He's on his knees now and he's using
    two hands to lift his monster cock to my face. Fuck yeah, I open my mouth
    and look at him in the eyes. *He's smiling as his hot urine fills my
    mouth. The towel around my shoulder is wet now.

    "Drink daddy's piss like a good slut" says someone in my ear. The stranger
    fingers my arse as I gargle loudly and swallow as much of Antonio's juice
    as I can.

    Fuck this is sweet piss. Sweet as honey. Christ, I might get addicted to
    this easily.

    Antonio stops pissing. He sits on the edge of the podium and I move between
    his legs. *He's got a big devilish grin on his face.

    He reaches his hand out and strokes my face.

    "Well Chester. What a coincidence," he says.

    I'm pleased...he seems genuinely happy to see me.

    "Not much of a coincidence, Antonio, I followed you here tonight," I say.

    There are at least two pairs of hands now feeling my ass up and down from
    behind and I feel a warm hairy belly at my back and a cock rubbing against
    my piss wet arse.

    "You want this, I think," he says as he waves his cock near my lips.

    "Fuck, yeah....I saw you in the shower at the gym. I saw you. I saw this
    thing and I was hooked," I'm smiling like my dreams have just come true.

    "So you like older men?" he asks. "You know I'm probably old enough to be
    your grandfather. Would you like that, Chester? Do you want me to be your
    grandpa?"

    "You want grandpa's cock, don't ya, Chester," says a voice in my ear.

    I turn my head. It's fucking Mickey from the gym. I had forgotten he'd be
    here.

    "Is that right, Chester?" asks Antonio. "Do you want grandpa's cock?"

    "Fuck yeah. I want grandpa's cock," I'm so happy right now I'll say
    anything.

    Mickey's rubbing my nipples now as his cock his probing the outside of my
    hole. I'm so fucking horny I might cum.

    "Grandpa has nice big balls too, Chester, Don't you think? And a nice arse
    and hole to explore," Mickey says.

    Antonio is squeezing out his long cock as he looks me in the eyes. This is
    so fucking lewd and sleazy. I've died and gone to heaven.

    But we've got company. A couple of guys my age are trying to move in and
    start touching Antonio.

    "We're off to the bar, boys. Come on, Chester. Let's grab a pint and chat
    before we continue our night of lust," Antonio says as he slips off the
    podium. *He puts in hands on my shoulders as he descends. He's looking at
    me in the eyes. He goes down on his knees, takes my cock out of the
    jockstrap and puts it in his mouth. He's sucking out the precum that's been
    dripping from my foreskin.

    "Tastes as sweet as you are," he says as he stands up. He brings his mouth
    to mine and we kiss sloppily, hungrily.

    "Oi! I want some," says Mickey plaintively.

    Antonio pulls back and laughs.

    "Let's get that pint first," he says.

    We walk out of the cock and piss smelling room, Antonio with his arm around
    my shoulder and Mickey playing with my arse.


    (part four coming soon)
     
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    Part 4
    We arrive at the front room of the club and make our way to the bar. The sleazy doorman is now playing bartender. He has his back to us as he fills some pint glasses with beer. He has a nice ass for a guy with a bit of a gut, like the butt of a rugby player past his prime.



    As we lean against the worn leather edge of the bar, Antonio throws one arm around me and pulls his head closer to my ear.



    “So, you've had your eye on me then?” he says to me almost like an interogator.



    “Yeah, for the past few days. You're all I can think about,” I say whispering back into his ear.



    I turn my head so that his face is right in mine. He kisses me and lets his tongue linger over my lips for a few seconds.



    His arm tightens around me. He draws me next to him so we are moist sweaty skin against moist sweaty skin. He nibbles on my ear. I feel his moustache tickle it. His big hand slips down and squeezes and massages my asscheeks. The span of his palm is so wide, I can feel him finger my bumhole with his middle digit, while the rest of his hand kneads my assflesh. I am putty in this older man's hands.



    “Beer’s ready,” says Mickey from behind us.



    Antonio loosens himself from me slightly and reaches for the pint glass in front of him. I take such pleasure watching him grab the glass with a thick and hairy fist. He downs several gulps before saying, “Fuck, I was parched.”



    Mickey finishes half of his beer in a few gulps and belches.



    “Porco!” Antonio says to him.



    “Indeed, I'm a pig...and proud of it,” says Mickey as he winks at me, rubs his stout hairy belly, then burps louder yet again in my direction.



    I'm not sure what to make of Mickey. He pales next to Antonio, yet there's something sexy about him, in a brutish sort of way. He looks a bit like one of those slobs you see in television sitcoms, yet he's somewhat sexy because of it. Plus he has that twinkle in his eyes like he’s just told a dirty joke.



    “I think young Chester's a bit of a pig too. He seemed to like drinking grampa Antonio's cockjuice. Didn't ya, boy?” he says laughing at my expense.



    Fuck, he's forward. Now I'm blushing. He's right though, I'm turning into a real pig for Antonio. Who the fuck am I?



    “Ha ha...he's blushing. Well, isn't that cute? We have ourselves a shy one here,” Mickey says.



    “Not too shy to follow an old man all the way into the city to a sex club where he seduces him,” says Antonio massaging my ass again like he’s kneading a loaf of bread with his big hairy hands. The rough manhandling is making me melt like butter. I feel so horned up.
     
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    Piss normally isn't my thing, but it fits the story. Keep it up :)
     
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    Part 5

    Rob the bartender comes over to us and leans on the bar.



    “So Chester, you certainly wasted no time in finding some friends here. And what friends you’ve made! These are two of the sleaziest fucking daddies around. Hope you know what you're in for, dude” Rob says to me as he reaches over the counter and rubs my nipples with his hands. Antonio stops massaging my ass and a second later I can feel his face plunging into my ass.



    I close my eyes and bite my lips. Fuck, this is heaven. Antonio has both hands spreading my ass wide so that his tongue can lick my hole deep.



    “Fuckin sweet hole,” I hear him say through his sloppy rimming of my butt.



    I had rubbed some honey on my asshole before I left home. I'm always afraid my butt will taste weird to other guys.



    “Rob, you're the dirtiest old man I know!” says Mickey laughing.



    Rob's eyes are fixed on me. He's licking his lips as he manipulates my nipples.



    “They call him Whitebeard around here,” Rob says tilting his head toward Mickey.



    “Who?” I say, barely able to talk through the pleasure of the deep ass eating and nipple rubbing that I'm receiving.



    “Mickey,” says Rob. “Mickey's beard is brown, but at the end of any given night here, it's white with loads and loads of cum.”



    Mickey laughs loudly. “Fucking right! Love me some mancream on my beard.”



    I look at Mickey. His beard is cropped short but is full. I can see some dried cum on the left side. He comes closer and brings his face and beard next to mine.



    “Love the smell of cum on my beard, Chester. So yeah, guilty as charged!” he says as he reaches down to my cock and plays with it.



    “So you like dirty old men, Chester?” says Rob tauntingly.



    I blush again and look down. It really feels too good to talk- my cock is buzzing, my ass is loving Antonio’s tongue and stache, and my nips are sending sparks to my prostate and flooding my mind with horniness.



    “Yeah, you’re a dirty lad Chester and you like your fat dicked daddies, don’t ya?” he growls.



    Mickey is nibbling on my ear while stroking my cock. I can smell the beer on his breath, the aroma of sex and cockjuice on his beard, and his strong stench of sweat. These smells are really breaking down the last of my defences.



    I push Mickey off, lift up his arm, and shove my face into his armpit. His pit hairs taste so sweet, but it’s strong and it fills my mouth and lungs.



    I lift my head up for a second, but the sight of his black and wet hairs is too much to resist. I stick my head right back into his armpit.



    “Yeah, you little daddy fucker. Lick out my fuckin pits” Mickey says.



    “Eat them stinky manpits, Chester” I hear Rob say.



    I feel Antonio slide up along my back now. He says something I can’t make out, but soon has his face inside my other armpit.*



    It feels exquisite. It tickles, so I start laughing into Mickey’s pit.



    Mickey backs off, lifts up my free arm, and bends down to start licking my other armpit.



    I’m half-laughing, half-moaning: this is the most sensual feeling my body has ever experienced. I have Mickey’s pit aroma and taste in my mouth, I have two men sucking on my pit hairs: I feel like I’m living the sex life of a stranger. I’ve become someone else.



    Rob the bartender’s enjoying this scene. His eyes are fixated on me with my two arms lifted high with a grampa and a big hairy bear eating my armpits. He is standing back, pulling the chains between his nipples, and jacking his long curved cock which has popped out of his jockstrap while he looks at us. He licks and bites his lip and shakes his head growling ‘fuckin daddy fucker’ over and over.



    I fuckin love that I’ve turned these *guys on. I moan loudly and I know that pushes them further and further. I gasp as both Antonio and Mickey have found their way to my asshole with their free hands. Their fingers are battling for stabbing and prodding rights of my asshole.



    Moaning and cursing like a slut, it is like I am speaking in tongues in a gangbang porno: I feel like I could cum at any moment and from every pore in my body.



    Rob approaches closer to us. He takes a swig of beer from one of the pint glasses next to me. He spits it on me and Antonio. What the fuck is this? Antonio lifts his head and coughs for a second. He catches his breath then starts kissing me.



    Rob spits beer on both of us again and again. I was drenched in sweat before, now I’m dripping beer.



    Antonio is panting and growling. I catch that menacing look in his eyes and I know he is lost in his lust. He stands back, takes a gulp from his beer on the counter. I open my mouth. He knows what I want: He kisses me and feeds me the beer from his mouth.



    Mickey drops my arm and pulls his fingers out of my bumhole. He must have liked what he saw, because he too started swigging beer and spitting it on Antonio and me.*



    Antonio tongues me deeply. He has his hand on my cock *and nuts and I know I need to squirt. I grab his head and say, “I’m going to cum”. Antonio drops to the floor and jacks my dick into his mouth.



    Mickey flicks my nipples. “Cum you little grampa whore…give big uncut gramps your mancream…give Antonio your white juice Chester!” his sleazy encouragement is all I need before I start spewing my load into Antonio’s mouth.



    I hear Antonio make guttural noises from his throat. He sounds like a pig devouring a meal.



    “Good man, Chester” Mickey says.



    He takes the rest of the beer in his glass, and dumps it over my head. Rob does the same. The wet frothy brew from their glasses slides down my body. Antonio is quick to lick it up.



    Man, this is too much. I collapse against the bar, panting. My body feels at once drained and exquisitely stimulated.*



    But a few moments later, a rush of shame and guilt washes over me. I hide my face in my arms against the bar padding. Part of me feels so fulfilled. Another part feels disgusted. What the hell…I enjoyed that…why should I feel guilty?
     
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