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The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing. Any similarity with existing persons would be accidentally as the whole story is pure mad fantasy.
The Mission (Part 3)
The chubby bookworm was on top of the world. All his life he had felt inferior to the athletic hunks surrounding him at school, high-school and later in college. He hadn't even questioned his pathetic role. He had his place as a loser in a society that was worshipping these stars, posing with their sculpted bodies and boasting about their sexual prowess. Now, it looked like he could turn the tables on these over-inflated macho egos.
There it was, right in front of him: a pathetic moaning, sweat-soaked heap of muscle. Not cocky anymore and as for sexual prowess, well -- indeed the stud horse had delivered copiously. Helplessly screeching like a cheap whore, he had sprayed his man juice. Oh yes, he would make use of the hunk's slippery goo, instead of letting it go to waste.
Even Brock was surprised when Darren scooped some of Chuck's cum into the palm of his hand. He playfully spanked one of the jock's rounded butt cheeks, making the hard muscle flinch in reflex.
"Ah!" an angry grunt came from Chuck. The marine was not yet done. There was still some will to fight. But before he could get up, his weakened body was flipped on his back and suddenly a perplexed Chuck found one of his lower legs with the circling barbed-wire tattoo on the flabby man's shoulder.
"No! Fuck you, fatso! I'll break your fuckin' neck!" The writhing marine arched his back in an attempt to muster some resistance, however, Darren managed to hold him down. His hand was digging between the buttocks. The firm butt cheeks were force-spread, revealing the rosy puckered hole. Darren giggled and greased Chuck's gaping chute with the stud's own slime.
"Oh, shit!" Chuck's free leg was fidgeting helpless.
"You are a fast learner, indeed," Brock laughed. The two men shifted the overpowered Lance Corporal until his head was lolling over the edge of the mattress.
"Take his virgin pussy!" Brock ordered.
"No way!" Chuck yelled. He fought to get up, but Brock held him down by his shoulders. Darren, now self-assured caught the flailing leg and fixed it on his other shoulder.
"Here you go, young man," he sneered pushing his dick against the tight sphincter.
"Get off me, motherfucker!" Cursing and threatening to do the worst to Darren, Chuck clenched his hole as tight as he could. For a moment it seemed that he would succeed. The butt cheeks closed around Darren's dick, holding it in a strong but warm and moist embrace. His dick bent, unable to penetrate the marine's rear defenses. Darren pulled and pushed, rubbing his manhood along Chuck's chute.
Now both men got turned on, although the marine didn't want, but the chubby man did even more. Darren felt his erection hardening between the sweaty buttocks. His weapon was sharpening.
"No! Fucker!" Chuck was struggling against the pleasurable sensations.
"Come to Papa!" Darren grabbed Chuck's mohawked head with both hands and pulled himself onto the cursing marine with the full weight of his chubby body.
"Aaargghh!" the marine howled in desperate fury.
"Open up!" Darren's face was now right in front of Chuck's contorted face. The dick was grinding, drilling deeper and deeper. A rush of lust flushed through Chuck's body, making him shudder. Chuck's concentration on his sphincter muscle slipped.
"Huh!?" Chuck exhaled a frightened sigh. The older man watched as the fury in the eyes of the writhing jock turned into astonishment.
"You ...you....uuurghh!" Chuck yelped when Darren pushed again. His flabby belly was now pressed against the marine's chiseled abs. For an instant his dick was cranking painfully as he pushed and then agonizingly slowly he felt the ring muscle giving way.
"Wow!" Darren shouted. His cock had never been as hard as at this very moment when his dick head entered the tight warm channel. His look of surprise met Chuck's shocked expression.
"Nooooo! Uuuhhh!" Chuck screamed when his cherry was popped. With bulging eyes he looked in disbelief up into the red face of the snug "couch-potato" who had impaled him on his dick.
"Yeee-hooowww!" Brock hooted,"Ridem' cowboy!"
"Now you are mine, muscle boy," Darren cheered and bucked his hips.
"Ahhh ... shit ...uhh," the marine groaned. The tight sphincter opened further until finally the cock was nicely slipping in and out of Chuck's asshole.
The Lance Corporal had never taken a dick up his ass before. It didn't hurt as much as he had imagined and he found that he could adapt easily. However the humiliation of being topped by someone whom he regarded a girlish bottom was a devastating blast to his ego. He couldn't do much about it though, as Brock secured his wrists firmly above his head. Darren's bodyweight was pushing his legs against his chest until his knees were almost touching his ears.
Even in his most adventurous dreams, never had the marine believed something like this could happen to him. Brock that mean fucker had cracked him really good. He had expertly pushed all the right buttons to launch Chuck into arousal. Like a whore in heat he had succumbed to the chubby nerd. Trying to preserve what was left of his pride he put up a composed expression, but he knew it was a fake and Brock knew it too. Chuck could see it in his eyes. Sweat broke out heavily from all his pores, turning his body into a heap of glistening muscle. Brock looked down on him, grinning mischievously. He sensed the fear growing inside the stud.
Then Darren started to fuck. He was not used to being a top, but to his own amazement he quickly found a rhythm to grind the tight hole.
"Huh, huh, huh," Darren huffed. The muscular marine seemed to have given up all resistance and endured his ordeal with a look of indifference.
Darren felt annoyed. He was in charge and he deserved respect. He rammed his dick down and wiggled his hips. A move that his wife called "naughty".
First the marine didn't react. Then he inhaled sharply, baring his clenched white teeth and his back arched. Being an experienced bottom, Darren knew he had hit the jock's prostrate.
"Not so tough anymore, huh?" he gasped and focused on staying in that position and thrust his dick deep down into the flexing hole, squeezing Chuck's balls with his groin.
"Fuck!" Chuck yelled and arched his back again consumed by his lust. Darren's dick was now constantly rubbing and grinding his love bottom driving him into a state of uninhibited ecstasy.
"Huuuuhhhh ...", the marine stud groaned.
"You like that, huh?" Darren panted.
"Yeah, uhh, I like it," Chuck raised his head as far as it would go from his prone position. His dick was caught between his tight abs and Darren's flabby belly. Once in a while the crimson mushroom head appeared. Clear pre-cum was oozing from the piss slit. Darren hit again his over stimulated prostrate and Chuck found himself absorbed and caught in the rhythm of the thrusts.
"Fuck me man ... give it to me," Chuck groaned in pleasure.
"Harder, fuck him fast and hard!" Brock egged him on. Darren accelerated his humping.
"Oh yeah that's hot!" He was hollering loudly and sweated heavily.
"Fuck my ass, oh yesss, arrghh," Chuck yowled in frenzy. He got completely carried away. The sinewy body was writhing and bucking making it difficult for Darren to control the raging bronco he was breaking in.
"Hold it, muscle boy!" Brock secured Chuck's head between his thighs. Chuck's face was covered by the big man's ass and nuts.
"Now lick my balls!" Brock ordered the marine.
"Mmphh ... uhmmphh," without hesitation Chuck started to lick Brock's hairy, fat testicles. He enjoyed the musky taste on his tongue, while his nose was buried between Brock's butt cheeks.
Then Darren's ram hit for the home run. Chuck's body went rigid and convulsed in pure ecstasy.
"Uuuuhm ... mm ... mm" Several streams of white goo erupted from his dick head and greased Darren's and his own belly.
When Darren watched the hunk shooting his load he knew, he couldn't hold back much longer. He bent even further down and before he knew it, Brock was feeding him his hefty dick. Darren sucked for all he was worth. He adored that hunk, who had shown him how to conquer a macho stud.
"Yessss !" Brock hissed and threw his head into his neck. His eyes were tight shut.
When Brock came, Darren's mouth was unable to contain the huge load. Cum was pouring out from the corners of his mouth and than he reached his climax too. His cum filled Chuck's insides and he felt great. This hunk was his by now. He had taken him. He had impregnated him. He had taught him respect.
Brock's dick slipped from his mouth. With a contented smile Darren huddled on top of the writhing stud. He wanted to relax, but Brock had other plans.
"You did great, stud!" Brock gave Darren a high five. The two men were looking down on the marine who was lying spread-eagled on the mattress.
"Let's see, if the boy can go another round," Brock was striking his dick to hardness.
"Oh fuckin' shit, he made me cum, he made me shoot my fuckin' load. Oh shit ..." Chuck felt dizzy and weak. His deflating dick was resting on his cum covered belly, after-dribbles of his man juice oozing from the piss slit.
"Wh..what?" he asked meekly when Brock lifted his legs on his shoulders.
"Don't tell me you are wasted already," Brock said. He made sure that the marine's butt cheeks were spread and spat on the quivering sphincter. He giggled when the puckered hole contracted fearfully. Then he seized Chuck's wrists and pinned his arms down to the mattress. His heavy frame leaned onto the feebly struggling marine, who found himself again with his ass vulnerable lifted.
"Motherfucker! I hate `ya ... I ... I" Chuck could feel Brock's breath on his face. He blinked and tried to focus.
"Now big bro gets shagged, like his `lil sis before," Brock sneered. With expert moves of his hips he positioned his 12 inch ram rod against Chuck's rear entrance. Unimpressed by Chuck's cursing and yelling, the Prince Albert penetrated the weakened sphincter defenses and in one swift push Brock's manhood consumed the whole of Chuck's narrow channel.
"Nnnoooooo!" The studly Lance Corporal arched his back in momentous pain. His eyes opened wide and he gasped deeply. His cries and yells of pain and protest, however, were silenced by Brock's mouth closing over Chuck's wide opened mouth.
"Mmmnghhh ... mmphhh." The muffled grunts were quickly subsiding and Chuck's rather shocked than painful expression told Brock that Darren had done a good job breaking the jock in.
"You primed him well, partner," Brock grinned to Darren who was watching the scene in awe.
Chuck looked up at Brock. He felt so weak and so terribly at the mercy of this man. The huge cock which was shoved up his ass was filling his entire being. The pain was gone and replaced by renewed arousal. Gone was his legendary stamina, his ability to control himself. It took only a few heavy thrusts and Brock had the younger man moaning and groaning in lust.
"Uuhh ... aahhh... ahh..nghh". Chuck writhed and threw his arms around Brock.
When the Prince Albert scratched the prostrate his moans turned into high-pitched yelps.
"Ohhh, yeah fuck me, huh ... huhh iiiehhh," Chuck was out of control.
"Yeah, muscle-boy I am nailing you good," Brock grunted through clenched teeth. His whole body was active by now. Sweat was forming on his shoulders. His muscles were flexing under his skin. The huge orbs of his hairy butt cheeks were opening and closing. From time to time he had to reposition himself over the howling marine who was wriggling about on the mattress. But now Chuck did no longer try to escape. He was responding to each and every thrust and tried to take Brock inside as deep as possible. His head lolled right and left. His red face was contorted in ecstasy.
"Huh ... huh ... huh" he hollered in rhythm with Brock's relentless bucking.
Darren watched Chuck's re-hardened dick expanding and gushing loads of gooey sperm all over the marine's sweaty abs. Chuck was still twitching, caught in the thrills of his climax, when Brock rose.
"Take over mate, the bitch needs it bad," Brock said with a devilish grin.
Darren looked at the heavily breathing marine and at his own dick. He couldn't believe, he was already hard again.
"On your knees!" the chubby businessman was all authority now.
Mechanically Chuck turned around. While he struggled to assume a kneeling position, Darren pulled his hips up and went down on his knees himself.
Brock had stretched Chuck's chute well. When Darren drove his dick inside there was nothing but a soft moan to be heard. Darren started to pound the marine's ass with determined thrusts. His heavy body was hunched over Chuck's sweaty back, finally pushing the jock's face down on the filthy mattress.
Chuck smelled the musky stench from a mixture of both his own cum and sweat that had soaked the fabric. The masculine smell was a turn on. Darren's hands reached around his chest and fingers played with his protruding nipples. The chubby bookworm had developed an amazing instinct to play the sexual system of the moaning hunk. Darren felt the sphincter tightening its grip around his cock. Teeth were nibbling at Chuck's defined shoulders. His ecstatic shouts of lust were silenced by the grungy fabric into which his gaping mouth was forced.
Brock watched gleefully as the stud's throbbing hard-on twitched. The shrinking nut sack contracted. The young marine was depleting himself quickly now.
"Aaaaarghh," a helpless howl and some spurts of creamy cum gushed from the piss slit drooling down the inside of the thighs. Chuck's man juice was at an obvious low level. Brock moved for the kill.
The conquered top was pulled up until he was suspended only by Brock's strong arms. Brock reached down and guided his cock between Chuck's butt cheeks. He found the sphincter gaping, the muscle too weak and overstretched to close.
"Uuuuhh!" Chuck groaned when he was taken again. His head lolled back and his fists closed instinctively on Brock's furry chest.
Brock didn't know that Chuck liked this position as much as he did. It was in fact a move that made Chuck so famous around the chicks. Impaled on his cock the girls could bounce from climax to climax. The sinewy wrestler liked to fuck this way especially in front of a mirror, which was a turn on for both him and his chick, seeing his sculpted body flexing and sweating, while driving the girl into a state of senseless ecstasy.
Now it was Chuck who was about to be fucked silly. Something in his mind switched and his macho ego lay in shattered pieces. He assumed willingly the position of his many fuck-dates. His thighs closed instinctively around the big man's waist while his ass was bobbing up and down on Brock's monster dick.
"Shiiiiittt!" Brock watched in glee as the young marine's eyes glazed over. His body contracted, but only a few dribbles of clear cum popped from the shrunken penis.
"Your tank is empty, huh?" Brock sneered.
Darren didn't know how many times Brock had cum already. He had apparently fucked through his climaxes and now cum was dripping from Chuck's sore chute.
"Stop, please no more," Chuck pleaded breathless. He was hanging on to Brock's shoulders for dear life. His head sank against the hunks heaving hairy chest.
"It looks like big bro is done," Brock shook the limp body.
"I ... I ..," Chuck whispered hardly audible, unable to finish his sentence.
He was raised from Brock's erection. The dick flopped out from his ass with a plopping sound.
Effortlessly he was pulled over the big man's shoulder. His arms and legs were dangling. When Brock played with the melon-shaped butt cheeks Darren could see some cum oozing from the gaping reddish pucker of the semi-conscious marine.
"Let's dispose of this little shit!" Brock sneered and hurled the slack body high into the air. Tumbling it crashed into the garbage container.
Chuck's head hit the metal frame with a dull thump finishing him off for good. The naked body disappeared inside the container. Only the legs were dangling over the frame.
At the "Pink Cock", Dwight had finally recovered his senses. He and Lee were fully dressed and cleaned up. The Sergeant still tasted the Korean's cum and Lee smelled Dwight's musky male scent all over him.
"I've got to go," Dwight gave the Asian a warm hug.
"Anything, I can be of help," Lee asked with a grin.
"Now don't you get formal again!" Dwight scolded playfully, "besides, I'll take you up on this offer at a later time."
"See you tomorrow than," Lee said.
"Yeah, see ya" Dwight replied, "you going home? You need a car? I can call transport from the base, you know."
"No, there is still some unfinished business around here, " Lee grinned dastardly. He fetched his beer and turned around joining a group of football players from the local college. Dwight couldn't believe his eyes when he watched the Asian hitting on a muscular young hunk dressed in jeans and skin tight white tank top, whom he knew as the Linebacker of the team.
"Voracious bitch! " Dwight shook his head and left the bar. His GPS told him that the SUV was not far away and he sprinted to look for his buddies.
He found the SUV in the alley, but there was no trace of Chuck and Mike. He was just about to call them over the mobile, when he heard a sound from an old dark warehouse nearby. He watched the chubby businessman leave the yard. The guy was apparently in high spirits. He kicked some empty cans away and threw his fist up in a victory pose. Then he entered a compact car that was parked in the main street and drove of forcing the howling engine into high gear.
Dwight decided to check the warehouse out on his own. He didn't dare to call now, fearing the ringing might alert Brock Rowley. Dwight checked that some stuff he had brought was missing. He fetched the hand cuffs, sled them in the back pocket of his ass-hugging pair of jeans and took the remaining club.
He tried to gain access to the warehouse through the main gate, but found it locked. Obviously Brock didn't want any visitors. The Sergeant screened his surroundings. There was a small window, leading to the cellar. The window glass was already broken. Dwight took off the biker jacket and covered the broken edges. His brawny body almost got stuck but then he made it inside, huffing and covered in dust. It took him seemingly an endless time to find his way through the rubble in the pitch dark cellar. Silently cursing himself for not bringing a torch-light he reached a spiral staircase. From above he heard grunts, moans and the unmistakable sound of heavy fucking.
When he entered the yard he was shocked. Mike was writhing and moaning in obvious pleasure under Brock's heavy humping body. The huge ex-marine was nailing the Private missionary style on a mattress.
"Oh yeah man, fuck me!" Mike yelled. His arms clenched around Brock's short neck. The hunk's head rested on Mike's shoulder, while he pinned the sinewy body under him. Mike's belly was covered with cum. He had shot his load two times already, while Brock's hips drove the huge cock relentlessly in and out his chute.
"Fuck! Aaargh ....uurgh!" Brock was by now covered in sweat as well. He wrestled from Mike's embrace and lifted the marine's legs upon his shoulders. Using the full weight of his body Brock leaned into the hollering man bucking like mad. When he felt a new climax approaching he rammed his dick as far inside the squirming marine as possible. Brock closed his legs. His plum-sized balls were now pressing against Mike's buttocks.
Slowly he pressed his tingling balls between his crotch and Mike's ass cheeks squeezing his cum up into his shaft.
"Wwoooaaaaaa!" The giant body was shaking from spasms. Emanating an animal-like roar Brock permitted himself to be consumed by his lust for the first time that night.
Dwight decided to strike and to take the hunk out, while he was still caught in the thrills of his climax. Angrily he realized that he had left the baseball club behind, when he had crawled through the narrow window.
"Shit!" he cursed and realized at the same moment his second mistake. He had cursed aloud.
Brock's head turned towards the Sergeant. His face still reddened he engaged from Mike and pulled his jeans up. Mike was left on his back facing the sky with unfocussed glazed eyes.
"And who would you be, jarhead?" Brock mocked.
"I am Dwight. Sergeant Dwight Collins. Can I have a word with you Mr. Rowley?" Dwight asked formally. Brock stared at him.
"Again?" he asked annoyed.
"What do you mean?" Dwight asked impulsively.
Brock pointed his head towards the garbage container.
"We had that already. I guess this is one of yours ...", he chuckled.
Dwight looked closer and then he saw a naked leg hanging over the rim of the container frame. In shock he recognized the barbwire tattoo circling below the knee.
"Oh my God! You bastard, you killed ..." he gasped.
"Naw! Muscle boy is just dreaming," Brock replied almost casually," probably he's dreaming about me fucking his brains out. He likes me, ya' know?"
"I might like you too," Dwight decided to risk it all. With fast steps he closed the distance between him and the grinning hunk. Brock did not flinch.
"and...?" he drawled.
Dwight went down on his knees and unbuttoned Brock's jeans. The marine started kissing and licking around the huge dick, on the inner thighs, then on to the plum-sized nuts. Dwight's tongue continued to tease and traveled slowly up the hefty shaft towards the mushroom head. Brock chuckled when he was tickled around the glans.
Dwight dove down on the throbbing dick and slipped it through his lips. The huge man sucked his breath in when his dick was almost entirely swallowed.
"A Sergeant and a cocksucker," he muttered amused. Soon however his amusement turned into confusion. The marine was sucking him with all his might. Brock's hips started slowly to buck.
"Oh man, yeah go on ... shit" he grunted.
Without releasing the dick, Dwight pushed the heavy body backwards. To his astonishment, Brock did not resist. On the contrary: He seized Dwight's head and pulled it into his groin. At the same time he hobbled awkwardly backward until he sank down on the mattress alongside the gasping private.
Mike, who regained slowly his senses, watched as the Sergeant was slowly taking control. Brock's back was now slightly arched. He spread his thighs to allow Dwight full access. The hips were bucking fast by now. Saliva and pre-cum covered the meaty man tool and Dwight used the palm of his hand to distribute it across the hairy balls. Gently he started to squeeze and knead the impressive set of nuts. The balls twitched inside the tightening sack and finally the two plum-sized testicles attached themselves to the base of the throbbing shaft.
"Oh yeah, don't stop that feellzzz good," Brock was in trance. His big hands grabbed the fabric of the mattress. His mouth opened wide. He was inhaling deeply. Mike bent to his side and thrust his tongue deep into the gaping mouth.
"Uhhmmpffff ... mhh," Brock struggled under the French kiss. His hips went far up and suddenly Dwight's mouth was filled with an unbelievable amount of hot white cum.
"Uuuurghhhh!" Dwight closed his hand around the contracting balls with a firm grip, making Brock howl into Mike's mouth. The hunky man was in total ecstasy. His body caught in a convulsion.
"Gottcha!" Dwight cheered. His hand released the nuts from the painful grip and traveled under the sweating body. He parted the butt cheeks and thrust three fingers of his hand straight into Brock's unsuspecting man hole.
"Aaaargh! Noooo!" Brock's torso shot up, pushing Mike away from him. Huge arms were grabbing, trying to seize Dwight's throat. The Sergeant rammed his hand further and Brock froze. A moment later he fell back. His body hit the mattress hard, while his hips bucked up in a helpless frenzy.
"No, take it out, fucker, I kill `ya, uhhhh!" he howled.
"Gimme your best shot!" Dwight challenged. His other hand was pumping the still hard monster cock.
"Fuck! Nnnoo ..." Brock squirmed and tried to escape, but Dwight had skewered him well.
Dwight was sitting on his heels, controlling the muscle bear using the throbbing dick like a joy stick. His thumb was pressing deftly between the nut sack and the stretched pucker, which he had invaded with all four fingers by now. Guessing from Brock's yells turning into high-pitched woman-like screeches, he had found the hunk's love button.
"Now you go! Let's milk the bull!" Dwight was on a roll. He had conquered the big Brock Rowley with ease.
Brock looked at Dwight with wide open eyes and the marine couldn't keep himself from directing the mangled rock-hard dick towards the hunk's face. He intensified his strokes, wanting to make the giant man cum right into his own face. He grinned to Mike who was giving him a most terrified look. Why are you looking at me like that? He was wondering, and then it happened.
Dwight's ankles were seized and before he could react his legs were pulled up high. He fell with his head right between Brock's thighs and lost the grip around the shaft. His hand slipped from Brock's asshole and he heard a growling guttural voice:
"Didn't I warn `ya to watch your ass, bro?"
Dwight turned his head. A man with naked dark tanned torso dressed in jeans was glowering down on him, still holding his ankles. He stood about 5.8 feet and Dwight knew that he was 31 years old. His bristly, thick hair was pitch-black and short cut. A two days shadow shrouded his masculine jaw. In contrast to Brock the sculpted pectorals were clean shaven. He wore leather wrist bands. The broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist. The hips were forced into a pair of ass-hugging, faded skin tight denims. He was not wearing any shoes.
"Wade!" was all Dwight was able to say when he recognized Brock's brother. The intelligence had been dead wrong. Wade had been around all the time. Chuck and Mike never had a chance and Dwight knew that he was a basket case as well.
Wade Rowley released Dwight's ankles and went down on his knees straddling the marine's thighs. With one hand he pushed heavy into Dwight's back, holding him down, while the other hand reached around the waist for the button of his jeans.
"No wait, I have to tell you something ..." Dwight struggled.
Dwight wanted to get up when Brock's thighs closed around his head. His cheek was pressed against Brock's crotch and while he was helpless struggling he felt that his jeans were stripped down to his ankles. >From the corner of his eye he saw that Brock had trapped Mike in a stranglehold. The Private was floundering like a fish on dry land.
Dwight's buttocks were spread and saliva was spit into the opening chute.
"Nnnawwwww ...rghhhh," The marine's protest was stifled as his mouth was covered by Brock's hairy thigh.
"I thought you'd like that," he heard Wade's sneering voice. A callous finger probed against his sphincter. Although knowing that it was to no avail Dwight tried to tighten his butt. His hips were wriggling in despair, while he had more and more trouble to breath.
The finger disappeared and then he felt Wade's weight on his body. The penetration made him howl. Wade's fists cramped painfully into his shoulders, immobilizing him even further. Suddenly he was able to breathe freely. Brock had opened the murderous grip of his thighs. Dwight's head moved up, struggling for air. He saw Mike's motionless body and then all he saw was Brock's huge dick which was force-fed down his retching throat. His T-shirt was shredded from his torso and his own dick was hardening without even being touched.
"What a nice marine spit roast bro, " Wade was hollering while he was humping the Sergeant into the ground. Dwight was anything but a newbie when it came to raunchy sex and orgies, but what the Rowleys did to him during the next hours was beyond anything he had experienced so far. He was caught in delirious lust and totally lost control. Whenever he was not serving Wade's or Brock's dicks or eating their asses, his moans and howls echoed from the walls of the yard. His dick was throbbing between his thighs spewing cum again and again. Dwight had been reduced to a fuck toy and he enjoyed it. When the ordeal stopped he was pleading, begging for more, although his nuts were aching and he heard the Rowleys laugh.
The time came, when he was so depleted of cum and energy that Dwight was barely conscious. He was lifted on a shoulder and couldn't tell whether it was Brock or Wade who was carrying him. Then he was sailing in midair. He landed hard, face-down on a pile of garbage. Chuck's unconscious face was his last blurry impression before everything went dark.
(... to be continued)
Note: Thanx a lot for all the kind encouraging comments and suggestions. I will reply to all of you, promise! Randy