Married Man Cum Obsession Ð Part 6 Written by Daddy Comments or questions: Vampyrered@gmail.com
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Chris was definitely sliding down the slippery slope, but could not stop. The sexual addiction, fueled by his cum obsession was raging on. His adventure at the Truck Stop was exhilarating and yet left him empty. His ass had been used and seeded, and he fulfilled a longing for degrading sex, but his soul was still on fire. He had to have more. Chris had turned the corner of caring any more. His life, such as it had been was more in jeopardy than ever before. How long could he keep this charade up?
Working away from home afforded Chris more opportunities to satisfy his lust for men. In his work environment he constantly searched out those guys that he felt would use him and not care about him afterward. He didn't want emotion, or even friendship; he just wanted their cocks and sperm. Ever since his initial hotel experience, he lusted for the real scent and taste of men. If the trucker had spent a few days on the road, and not showered much during the time, Chris found that exciting. He liked to think that he was doing the guy a favor by licking his stale sweat from between his balls and ass.
Sitting in his borrowed office at a plant out about two days drive from home he was getting bored. It was only Wednesday, and although his first sex had been the weekend he drove out, he had not had anything since. He would stroke his cock absentmindedly under his desk. He loved the feel of his dress slacks rubbing against his cock. He took to not wearing underwear any more. It was just another barrier to his hole, and he loved to free ball. His cock would get somewhat engorged during the day, and as he walked along the plant he hoped there were other men noticing. Not that he thought he would get that lucky. Anyway it was quitting time, and the thought of going back to this lonely hotel room was daunting.
Chris overhead some of the men at the plant talk about a local bar not far from the plant. Apparently all the workers stopped by for a cold one on the way home, and it did provide some food. Having skipped lunch, Chris decided to head over there. He was unsure if he should change first, but decided it was too much of a hassle. The bar was called Lonny's Joint. Not much to speak of really, and the name to not give any indication as to what sort of place it was. Chris assumed it was like most local pubs, and had its roots in the labor from the town, and it was unassuming. He was entirely correct. It didn't take him long to find the ramshackle building tucked off the main road leading from the plant to the main town. It was well camouflaged by the tree lined dirt road, and seemed like the kind of place most women would never go to.
As he drove up he noticed that there weren't many vehicles in the lot, but then again most of the laborers had left about two hours prior. Chris being management, he always stayed later to catch up on the day's numbers, and so forth. He parked next to a beat up old Ford truck that seemed like one he noticed at the plant. That gave his loins a bit of a tingle to hope that some hot plant worker might still be around. He opened the entrance door, which had seen better days. It was dark inside, and it took him a minute to adjust his eyes to dimness.
Once he could see well enough he noticed that it was pretty much what he expected. The bar was centered in the space, and was only a few feet from the entrance. There were tables and some booths scattered around the place, and in the far left corner he could see a pool table. There also seemed to be a small stage erected to the far right corner of the building, which suggested either small band night or karaoke. The man behind the bar was a big bear of a guy. He could easily have been 6'3 o r 6'4" tall, and about 280. Definitely someone you didn't want to mess with. There were about ten people in the place that Chris could see, and they were all congenially downing their beers. There must have been a small kitchen in the back, as he could smell the burned grease.
Chris casually walked up to the bar, found an empty stool and straddled it like a huge cock. He could feel the eyes around the room watching him. The bartender ambled over, and looked him straight in the eyes. "What can I get you?" "Whatever you have cold on tap", Chris answered. The big guy walked over to the taps and poured him a large glass of beer. As he was doing so Chris could not help but check out the man's ass. It was a nice round ass, and stretched the denim of his jeans. There was a slight sweat stain at the seam where his crack was, and it made Chris sigh. "Be two dollars man," the big man said as he placed the glass in front of him. The man was still staring him down trying to intimidate him, as Chris stood up, reached into his pocket for the cash. Chris took a chance to glance down at the man's crotch as he did so, and found that was sizable as well.
Chris's cock was already hard, and he knew the bartender could tell from the bulge in his slacks when he stood up. The man made no discernable reaction, and it Chris felt a little let down. The fact that he was fucking horned to hell did not help his mental state. At this point any man would get him aroused. The bartender left to deposit his cash into the register, which gave Chris the opportunity to look around the place a bit better. There were a couple of men at the far left corner that he thought he recognized from work. They were deeply involved in whatever conversation they were having, and only casually looked up. The bartender moved over to that spot and joined in. There were a few others strategically placed around the bar, but no one else seemed familiar.
Chris took a big gulp of his beer, and was amazed at how satisfying it was. After a long day, a cold brew sometimes is the best medicine. He was down to about half when the big bear of bartender came back and asked if he needed another. Chris said yes, and asked if he could get something to eat. At that the big man's eyes seemed to glint a bit, and he tugged very roughly at his crotch, seemingly adjusting himself. "Sure we got some grub we could work up," he said with a decided smirk on his face. "Mostly beef around here, so that the kinda meal you looking for?" Chris was taken aback by the way the man turned his sentence, and figured he might have misunderstood. "Yeah, hungry man here so whatever you are offering would be good." "You like your meat raw?" he asked. At this point Chris definitely got the intent, and simply answered, "Yes, sir."
The bear just smiled, and walked back to the kitchen. There he yelled back to the cook to put a burger on the grill "for looks", and some fries. Then he turned around and walked back to Chris with another cold beer in his hand. He also had unzipped his fly from what he noticed. Chris just smiled as he handed the man another two dollars. "No need, this one is on me," the bartender said. "My name is Bear, or at least that is what people call me around here", he said extending his big paw of a hand. Chris eagerly shook the man's hand, and felt that tingle you get when you know you are shaking hands with someone of your kind. They clasped hands just those few seconds longer than is customary, and Chris felt like he was being claimed. "You must be the travel shop manager the boys have been telling me about", Bear said. "Yeah that's me".
"Hmm, kinda thought so by the way you came in here, besides they was giving me a pretty good description." Chris was puzzled by that, and asked what he meant. "Well you see we don't get many men like you around here, and well it's a nice change for the boys". Chris was still a bit puzzled but thought he had the gist of things. "I am a normal guy, married, kids, and just doing my job", Chris responded. "Might be that way on the outside, but from what I hear you are a completely different man on the inside". Chris started to get a bit nervous, but that did not seem to affect his cock. That is where the conversation ended. A few new customers came in and Bear moved out of range to attend to them.
After a short while his food was apparently ready and Bear came back over with the plate. As he bent down to retrieve some utensils and such from under the bar, Chris noticed the very visible sign of butt crack. There was a tuft of dark curly hair coming out the top part, and it looked damp. Bear set down the napkins and fork, and turned around to get some condiments from the bar area. As he did so he let out a loud fart. Chris instinctively took a deep whiff. Bear just turned around with a smile, and apologized. "Sorry bout that, the chilli today is really hitting me." "No worries man, understand how a man's ass works".
Chris had to admit that the thought of that fart squeezing out between the big man's ass cheeks was a sweet image. He could only image how hot and sweaty his furry ass crack would be after a long day at the bar. His cock began to leak a bit, and the beer knocked at his bladder. Guess it was time to hit the head. He looked around for the sign showing him the way, and finally found it in the back corner by the pool table. As he looked in that direction he caught the two guys at the far corner sneaking casual looks in his direction. Wonder what was up?
Chris stood, adjusted his cock a bit so that it was not too obvious, and made his way around the bar. He hoped the dim lighting would not show the precum stain down the right side of his trousers. Chris knew his half stiff cock would be showing, and swinging a bit when he walked. He loved that feeling, and that only made things worse. He really needed to get to the men's room and piss, and put himself back together. As he approached the restroom, he chanced a backward glance at the men at the corner of the bar. As he suspected, they were watching him.
The door to the men's room squeaked a bit loudly as he opened it, though over the loud bass of the music he doubted anyone heard it. The room was small and utilitarian. There was one sink, two urinals, and two stalls. The first thing that hit him was the rank smell of the room. Smoke, piss, and shit smells combined to give you the sense that many men had unloaded in this room. He also noted that there was someone in the first stall. He didn't recall seeing anyone making their way back that way, but he was busy eating, and drinking. Then he noticed the smell. It was Bear. He must have made it back that way shortly after leaving that delicious fart for him. The idea of the big man's ass opening up for his shit was more than Chris could stand.
Chris cautiously made his way to the other stall. As he hoped there was a glory hole cut into the adjacent wall. Chris unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He then sat down on the cold rim seat, and took a deep breath. The smell was intoxicating. His dick was still leaking precum from earlier, but now stoking it he was causing it to really flow. He bent over slightly to peer through the roughly cut hole. There he could see the big thighs of the bear, and his fur covered belly. He also noted that he was stroking a thick piece of meat. "Wondered when you would make your way in there boy" the bear said. Chris pulled back frightened that he had been spotted. "No need to be scared boy, I knew who you were, and I know what you like".
"Why don't you come over here and get what you been looking for." Chris's heart was racing, and his cock throbbing. His own asshole was twitching in anticipation of what was to come. He pulled up his pants, and waddled over to the other stall. The door was naturally unlatched. As he pushed the door open he saw a vision. There sat this magnificent bear of a man. Large body, fur on his face and body, big thick cock, thick thighs, and he wanted Chris to service him. Chris stepped in, closed the door, but did not lock it. He immediately got to his knees in front of the man on the john. "Knew you liked the smell of my ass when I farted, and waited here for you to show." "How did you know?" Chris asked. "Your reputation as a cum whore proceeds you. All the men at the plant know that you will taken any and all cocks."
Chris was dumbfounded. How could they? Then he realized that Brian must have sent word to someone at the plant. But if he did, why had no one made a move? That was to be answered shortly. "Yeah, the two dudes at the end of the bar spotted you the first day. Buddy, the shorter guy got a call from someone you know." That answered that. Bear continued to stroke his cock while he let Chris in on the scene. "Buddy and Cal were discussing you when you walked in tonight", the bear laughed. "Must have been fate or something." Chris didn't care any more. All he wanted was what this man had to give. "May I suck your cock Sir?" he asked. The bear simply moved his hands away and laid both big paws on his thighs. The sight of that thick, wet cock standing straight up from those thighs was erotic. Chris moved his face closer to the big man's crotch, and was immediately assaulted from the stink from the bowl. Mixed with the smell of musk from his crotch, and the days sweat was the smell from his ass. Chris was in heaven. He maneuvered his mouth of the big, purple head of the man's dick, and licked the precum. It tasted sweet, and thick. He engulfed the entire head into his mouth and moved his tongue tentatively round the head. The big man moaned loudly from the pleasure.
Knowing that he was hitting the right spots, Chris continued to swallow more of the man's thick cock into his throat. It was a bit more difficult than he anticipated, but he was hungry. Nothing was going to stop him from getting it all the way in. He finally succeeded in taking all but one inch of the monster into his throat. Bear moaned and sighed with pleasure. "Here boy, let me stand up so I can fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Chris moved backward on his knees to allow Bear some room. In the process he knocked the door open so that his ass was now facing out to the main room.
Bear then put his big hand on the back of Chris's head and led him back to his dick. In this position Chris was able to swallow the additional inch of the man's cock. Bear was getting heated in his thrusting into his throat, and the spit was dripping down Chris's chin, and tears were rolling down his cheeks. The man was brutally abusing his throat, but Chris did not care. It was during this intense face fucking, that the door to the men's room was opened. He heard voices approaching but did not care. He felt rather than saw at least two people standing behind him. "He doing a good job on you Bear?" the one man asked. "Damn, straight he is Buddy!"
So, Buddy and Cal had joined the fun he was having. "You gonna make him eat that big dirty hole of yours too?" Cal asked. "Hell, he will have his fill of me every way possible, and you I suspect," Bear mentioned. The thought of cleaning Bear's ass was what he really wanted, but he really wanted his cum too. Now that Buddy and Cal were in the room he hoped he would get theirs as well. Chris needn't have worried about that. As he was continuing to service Bear's cock, the other two men were slipping out of their jeans. He heard belt buckles and zippers being pulled down. He heard them struggle to get their work boots off, and make themselves comfortable. Chris's ass was already exposed, so he assumed both men would fuck him.
Bear pulled him off his cock, and told him to move back a bit. Chris complied, and it was then that the big man turned around. Bear presented Chris with that wonderfully round, furry butt. It was well muscled, and fit his frame nicely. "Better get to work on that hole of mine boy. I took a massive shit in that bowl and I need it cleaned up fast." Then Bear bent over the toilet so that his forearms rested on the toilet tank. Chris needed no urging. He started to pry the big man's ass apart, when Buddy told him to stand up. "You need to get your ass up a bit, so that my friend Cal can taste your sweet hole while you feast on Bear's." Chris's pants were still around his ankles, but he stood and kicked them off. He then bent over so that his ass was easily accessible, and he could still get in deep to Bear's. He then started to get to work. He pried the big man's ass cheeks apart and sniffed first. The musty stench of ass crack was amazing and heady. The stink of his shit mixed well with his natural scent and it was all Chris needed. His tongue darted in and found a clump of shit still hanging on to the hairs around his hole. He swiped his tongue deeply into the trench and came away with his tongue coated.
Just as he was beginning, he felt Cal's tongue work on his own hole. His tongue was thick and rough but felt amazing against his tender flesh. His hole was just now recovering from the truck stop adventure. Cal was as eager an ass eater as Chris was. Chris tried to match his movements with his own, so that he was feeling and giving the same. Bear pressed back with is big as, and really wanted Chris to get in there deep. "Fucking eat my shit hole boy, I want to feel your nose so deep in my hole that you can sneeze my shit!" Chris did his best to do so. Cal's menstruations were getting him really turned on. He wanted cock in his ass badly. Cal worked his hole deep, and just like Bear's need, he went in deep. Chris's ass opened up naturally to the intrusion and relaxed for penetration.
"Ah fuck man your tongue feels so good in my big ole ass" Bear shouted. "I love a fag boy working my stink hole and enjoying it". Buddy chimed in with, "Yeah, your wife probably glad she doesn't have to eat that sewer hole." Bear laughed. "Dude that bitch won't even suck my big cock let alone anything else." Both men laughed. "Hey Cal you about done sucking his shit, I need to unload my cock and get home", Buddy said. Cal moved off, and said, "Go for it dude, I want to lick your cock as you slide it in and out of his hole." Bear then stood up and turned around again. "Well if you are going to fuck him I want to watch." He then moved his cock back to Chris' s mouth. "Suck my dick while Buddy breeds that cunt hole of yours boy!" Chris opened wide.
Buddy's cock was a long one. He pushed the head in and then slid right to his pubes. Chris gasps as his ass stretched open to accommodate. He still had a throat full of bear cock, so he could not say anything. Buddy grabbed his hips and started to fuck him hard. There was no mercy in his motions. Buddy was working his prostate deep and well, and Chris was glad he could not scream. The act of being spit roasted was one of the reasons he loved being a cum whore. Bear was fucking his throat almost in rhythm to Buddy's fucking. Cal for his part was licking Buddy's cock, and Chris's hole during the fucking. Chris knew he was getting some ass juices flowing, and Cal must really enjoy tasting it. Buddy did not take long to unload into him. He felt Buddy's cock pulse deep within him in no time. Buddy pulled his cock out slowly so that Cal could lick residue off his cock. Once out Cal took his friends cock into his mouth and gave it a thorough cleaning.
"Well that was as sweet as Brian said it would be", Buddy said. "I am so glad he tipped us off to this whore coming out our way for a week. Probably hit this again before the slut leaves". He had backed off and was getting dressed at this point. "Guess it's my turn to fuck that hole now that you have him loosened up and wet", Bear stated. But I want him to sit on my cock and ride it. So Bear sat back down on the toilet and spread his legs. Chris stood, and turned around and slowly squatted back. He grabbed ahold of the big man's cock and guided it to his waiting hole. He then let that thick cock stretch him out. The head popped in with little problem, but the shaft was bigger than he had taken recently, so that his ass hole was tearing.
Chris apparently was taking to long to sit on his cock so Bear grabbed him by his waist, and thrust deeply. Chris screamed as the huge cock tore his hole and filled his ass. "Shut the fuck up you fucking pig!" Bear yelled. "You will fucking take my shit up that dirty cum hole of yours, and be quiet about it, I don't want every one in the fucking bar to know I am corn holing you!" Chris tried to stifle his cries. Cal stepped up and presented his cock to him. "Here slut, suck on my cock to keep your mouth shut". Chris did as he was told, and concentrated on sucking the other man's cock rather than the pain his ass was in.
Bear was even more relentless than Buddy. He forced his cock deep into Chris's ass harder and harder with each thrust. He was going to wreck his hole, and he was going to take possession of it. Chris had tears running down his face, but he kept sucking on Cal's cock. Cal's cock was a decent size and shape, and was very veiny. Chris concentrated on using his tongue along those veins in the shaft to really work the man up. Cal held his head in place to stabilize him against his rape. Bear was taking control and Cal knew just what he needed. Chris's mind was reeling from fear and excitement. He loved to be used, but had never quite experienced the brutality that Bear was inflicting on him. Luckily for Chris Bear was very near cumming.
Bear forced the man's ass to take his cock. He jack hammered Chris's hole like it had not feeling. He did not care either way. The big man was enjoying himself, and getting his cock off. He enjoyed using fag sluts that wanted his big dick and cum. He would fill his hole with a week's worth of cock snot, and if he were lucky some piss too. His cock was throbbing and he was ready to shoot. He cried as he felt the explosion exit is cock and thrusted deep into the cum slut's ass. What a sweet hole this boy has he thought. Just as he was cumming so was Cal. Cal let out a stifled cry as his tender cock shot lob after lob of baby batter down Chris's throat.
Almost as suddenly as it all began it was over. Bear pushed him off his spent cock, and lay back against the tank. "Boy you better get down here and clean you shit off my dick, I don't want to have your stink on my the rest of the night!" Chris pulled off Cal's cock and turned back around to service Bear. He was lucky he was not too dirty, but there still was some shit streaks and cum covering the spent cock. He quickly slipped the limp flesh into his mouth, and working his tongue cleaned his cock off nicely. Just then the door opened and someone yelled, "Hey Bear, you need to get out here, some new customers showed". "Be right there!" Bear responded. "Get the fuck out of my way you fucking pig, I need to get dressed!" Chris crawled back and let the man pull himself together. Cal was already dressed, and was washing his hands at this point. Cal looked back over at Chris, and just said Thanks. He then walked out. Bear washed his hands and ran his damp hands through his hair. He did not look at Chris, but said, "You better get dressed and get your ass out of my bar fast." Chris sat naked on the cold tile floor amazed. "Oh, your burger is on me for the fuck". Bear then exited the room. Chris was devastated. He had never been treated quite so callously. He had been used, but the men always seemed appreciative, and not like he was dirt. Problem was, he like it. That is where the confusion lay.
Chris did as he was told and got dressed as quickly as he could. His dress slacks were ruined from the filth on the floor, but he couldn't help that. As he walked out of the men's room, and out of the bar he hoped that he could hold all the cum inside him. He clenched his ass cheeks tightly and walked to the door. It was just then that he ran into Cal. "I loved eating your ass and tasting my friend's cum from your hole, do you think you could feed me what you have up there now?" Chris looked at him and asked, "So the other guys don't know just how piggy you get?" "I haven't done much with them, and what has happened was within context like tonight. I have kept things really cautious, but I really want to eat the cum you collected out of your ass." Chris understood the man's situation and said that he would feed him. "Where do we go?" Cal said he didn't have a place as he too was married, but if he would feed him out in the woods he would take it. So, the two men walked out of the bar together.
There was dense outcropping of trees that surrounded the ramshackle building. It was extremely dark out except for the foggy lighting from the old floodlights on the corners of the building. Cal led him to the back of the parking lot and along a well walked path. This led to a clearing where an old sofa lay and other discarded pieces of furniture and appliances. Cal directed Chris to the sofa. "Here drop your pants, and then climb on the sofa and push your ass back. I will get under you ass and you can feed me." Chris dropped his pants and positioned himself on the sofa, holding onto the back for balance. He saw the other man kneel down in direct line to his ass hole. Chris then felt the man's rough tongue swipe up and down his ass crack. After the brutal fucking he just endured, Cal's tongue sent shivers of pain running through his body. Bu as tender as his hole was, it still felt amazing to have a warm wet tongue on his hole. "You ready?" Chris asked. "Yes, please and hurry". Chris then started to relax his sphincter and push back with his abdomen like he was taking a shit.
It took Chris's ass muscles a minute or so to respond appropriately, then he felt his hole open and the cum begin to flow. He felt Cal's mouth clamp onto his tender hole and begin to suck. With each suction action Chris felt his ass open up more. Once the flow started, he felt the man just let his tongue work over his hole and lap up the spent juices of the other two men. Cal was hungry. "The feeling of this man subjugating himself to his ass was erotic. His cock started to get stiff as he envisioned the man feed off his used ass. Cal worked his tongue deep into his sphincter, and cleaned him up nicely. "Dude, that is all there is" Chris said. "I know but it was wonderful, thank you." Chris turned around with is stiff cock sticking out. "I would help you out with that, but I have to get home. I have stayed out longer than I usually do and my wife will be going nuts." "Thank you again." With that Cal walked back down the path and out of the woods.
Chris decided that while he was still hard he would just stay out there and work off his frustrations and then head to the hotel. He closed his eyes and started to stroke his neglected cock. He was lost in his own fantasies when he heard someone come up the path. He also saw a flashlight beam coming toward him. He tried to pull himself together quickly, but the light hit him and a voice told him to stay put and not move. Through the brush he saw the owner of that flashlight; it was a local cop. HOLY SHIT was all Chris could think. This was not what he needed. The cop, a tall man with broad shoulders squared himself a few feet away from Chris. "What the fuck you doin' out here boy?" Chris was so scared at this point he couldn't speak. "I fucking asked you a question, you better answer!" Chris stammered, "I was just umÉ" The cop started to shine the flashlight beam down Chris's body to examine him. Unfortunately Chris was unable to get his cock back into his pants correctly and to close them. His trousers were still smeared with the filth from the bar men's room, so he could imagine he was a mess.
"I think I am gettin' the picture here", the cop said. "You are one of those fags that trolls bars for drunk cock?" How was Chris going to answer? "Well SIR as it happensÉ." Chris started when the cop cut him off. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FAG SHIT!" "You see I know exactly what you are up to. Bear at the bar is a friend of mine, and he let me know that there was a cum slut fag in his bar that just ate his shit from his ass and took that baseball bat cock of his up his butt". The cop continued, "So I assume that given that your pants are open, and I can tell there is shit, and piss on your pants, that you are the fag." Chris stared at the man, assessing him physically and mentally. Physically he was a nice looking. He had closely cropped dark hair, a moustache, his body was a nicely built, and he had nice legs. Chris figured him for a runner for sure. "Now what am I going to do with you?"
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