A drunken, straight man finds trouble in the steam room.
My nose, and mouth and lips were pressed tight in Trevor’s ass. I felt the twist on both of my nipples and I lost it. My tongue snaked out and found Trevor’s hot, steaming hole. I pushed into him. I felt the bottom drop out of my brain.
This was as debasing as it could get. My tongue was in a man’s ass. Part of my brain shut down, but not the part that controlled my tongue and mouth.
I rimmed and penetrated Trevor’s ass. My lips joined in, sucking on his hole. For some reason my hands were on his wet ass, spreading his tight cheeks apart, allowing me deeper entry. I tasted raw musk on my tongue and mouth. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t unpleasant. My cock was seconds away from liftoff. I pulled out of Trevor’s ass for air. My eyes had rolled back in my skull and I was seeing nothing.
Three gulps of air and I pushed my way back into his ass. I knew I was impressing the hell out of the two teenagers. Trevor was making sounds of exquisite pleasure.
I could hear myself lick and suck and probe. I was making smacking sounds and moaning like a whore in heat.
I began to take control of this situation, pulling Trevor back by the ass over my mouth, then pushing him away. I was using his ass to fuck my mouth, and I wasn’t being gentle on myself. I would pull him strongly over my face; I could hear the loud collision of his ass young, tight meeting my mouth. For some sick reason this turned me on.
I felt him try to pull away, and I think I heard him protest, but I kept going. Maybe the punk was an ass virgin, and I was coring him out for the first time.
I don’t know how long this went on.
Trevor finally slipped away from me, panting and weak. The fog of lust was everywhere. I needed more of this gay world sickness.
I felt hands under my arms. I was being lifted off my knees. I went dizzy right away so I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I was looking at the ceiling. The boys had laid me out on my back on the wooden bench.
They slid me around until my head tipped back off the end of the bench. I felt something cold, wet and sticky on my ass. Then, an uncomfortable penetration.
Something was wiggling in my ass.
Fuck sakes, Trevor was fingering me!
Suddenly, my ass seemed to fill completely. I tried to rise up. A white towel was placed over my face. The towel reeked of the chemical they were feeding me. I took one breath and returned to thumping, pumping, floating land. I felt a hand press the towel down tight over my mouth and nose. For the next minute, every breath I took was chemical laced. The bastards were dosing me big time.
The chemical hit hard. My ass went numb, and then I felt nothing. The towel was pulled off my face. My legs were pushed back towards me and spread apart. Trevor was on top of me, smiling. His stiff cock was in his hand, dripping in the same grease he must have put in me.
“Now, I am going to make sweet love to you,” he proclaimed.
He was going to make love to me?
He was going to fuck me?
With that cock?
Fuck, the thing was eight inches long!
No way would it fit!
Trevor shifted, mounting himself over me. My legs quivered in fear. Immediately, I felt the pressure on my ass. It felt like he was shoving a brick into me.
Randy was holding my head down. In fact, the bastard was tipping my head right back, adjusting my neck. I felt the bell of his swollen knob on my bottom lip. Before I could react, Randy shoved into my mouth.
A huge push on my ass and I felt penetration. I yelped loudly, but the noise was muffled on Randy’s thick cock. Randy pushed deeper, sliding back to my throat. At the same time, I felt Trevor’s monster cock pushing into me. I thought I would puke, my throat and ass were so full.
The chemical was hitting me like a sledge hammer.
My nipples were being tweaked and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. I was already gone.
I saw Randy reach across and grab my legs from Trevor, hauling them right back, spreading me to the max. Trevor was pulling out, and sliding in; the grease and the chemical were doing their job. He was fucking me good and deep, good and hard, I felt his groin slapping into me. My ass screamed in both pain and pleasure, a sick combination.
I closed my eyes and tried to lose myself. This was too much for me. I was in way too deep. I needed to get away from this incredible humiliation.
My ass was working and my mouth was working. The rest of my body was limp. The angle of my head on the bench allowed Randy to push past my gag reflex.
I had a full cock in my ass, and a full cock in my throat!
I heard passionate kissing sounds and strong moaning.
It wasn't me, was it?
I realized the two teenagers were making out on top of me, frenching each other, pleasuring each other, while using me as a worthless fuck toy, completely ignoring the herculean effort I was putting in to take their meat.