1 comments/ 22333 views/ 9 favorites Fun in the Pub Ch. 01 By: andy190 I couldn't believe it! I'd just moved with my job from up north to west London and joined the local rugby club to meet new mates. The guys at work were ok but a bit wimpy and I was used to more robust fun than I thought they could offer.After a couple of training sessions I'd been put in the team as a flanker. At 25, 6'2 and 13 stone I was a big, well built lad with a decently toned bod from lots of gym sessions , a strict jogging regime and lots of swimming. I had a hard body that turned plenty of heads, guys as well as girls, and recently I had found myself flirting with men as well as women. I did have a long term girlfriend and our sex was hot, but she was 100 miles away. It was her weekend to visit but she had called it off, "sick". I couldn't believe it! I'd have to wank off, or go on the pull. Fuck, I was so horny I needed a fuck now. What to do? I decided to see what the local pub had to offer. If nothing else I'd grab a drink and unwind before heading back to my flat, alone. I pulled on clean jeans and a tight t. No need for briefs under, they'd just get in the way if I got lucky. I mussed up my hair in the mirror as I left. Yep, I looked hot. Surely there'd be a cute, young babe who wanted some fun back at my place. The Black Swan was lit up like a Christmas tree when I got there and from the sound of the music they had a live band. Good, more chance of visitors from outside the area, ready to play. I opened the door and pushed my way inside, taking in the sights and sounds. I was right, a live band was playing loudly. Lots of enthusiasm but no real talent. The bar was blocked with groups, mainly men, chatting, shouting almost to make themselves heard above the music. I eased my way forward to get to the front. I had to work my way between and behind drinkers and talking groups, and couldn't help rubbing and pushing against legs, bums and even a few crotches as I struggled forward. No-one took any notice of me. They leaned into each other to share jokes and conversations, seemingly oblivious of my need to get to the bar and buy a drink. All except one man that is. He was about 6', 38 and well built in a rugged, outdoor sort of way. His chest muscles and hard nipples showed through his tight ribbed top, with big biceps that stretched the material around his arms. He was half turned away from me, on the edge of a group of about 6 men and as I approached he turned and his chest and legs unintentionally blocked my path. Our eyes met and I sucked in my breath. God he was gorgeous. I loved the rough, unshaven look and it certainly suited his chiseled jaw. I tried to move on, dancing round him, first to the left then the right. I said a mumbled "excuse me" as I turned sideways to push past and as I tried to ease my body into the gap he leaned into the space, pushing gently against my chest and legs with his. "Why, what have you done?" he said and winked as he eased back so I could pass. "Be my guest" he said with arms and drink raised above the crowd, as if offering me his body to rub up against. His piercing blue eyes held mine and he smiled. I realized I was getting hard and stepped quickly past, but not before I was pushed in the back and felt myself moving in for even closer contact. My hips pressed against his and I know he could feel the hardness in my jeans. His eyes opened wider and I could feel one of his nipples against the hand that had saved me from crashing into him. He smelt so good and I was so turned on by his closeness. "Well you seem pleased to see me", he said in my ear and I tried to laugh and pushed through, free of his body and the enjoyable contact. Two more steps and I was at the bar. I was served fairly quickly and turned as I downed the top of my pint, only to find myself staring into his soft, blue eyes. He smiled and raised his glass. "Cheers" he said and I drank again. "Cheers", I returned the gesture. He was openly staring at me and had edged away from his friends. He licked his lips and I immediately knew that my limited experience with men was about to change. This guy knew what he wanted and I seemed to be it. Well I had nothing to complain about. He was hot and I hoped my look told him so. A poster on the wall behind him caught my eye. "Gay group - Pretty in Pink. For one night only." Oh no, I had inadvertently walked into a gay night. No wonder there were so many men here. Well at least there was no risk of a mixed message. I met his gaze and raised my arm to his shoulder. "What about a dance before we find somewhere quieter for a chat", I said with what I hoped was my sexiest smile. He pulled me closer. "Why dance?" he replied, with his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "I want to pull your clothes off and explore your body with my lips before..." and he pulled back and smiled. "W..What?" I answered, breathless with anticipation. "You'll have to wait and see." With that he downed his drink and pulled me by the arm across the room towards the door. "Hey, wait a bit, I've still got a pint to drink," I said as I pulled up by a table that had a bench seat presently unoccupied. "OK, in here" he answered , and we pushed our way into a space that would only really take one additional body and was now bulging with two lots of thighs and buttocks. The couple on the other end gave up under our pressure and left to go to the bar. "Hi mate, I'm George", my new friend said and he leaned in for a discrete kiss on the cheek. "Hi, I'm Matt", I answered and leaned in to do the same, but as my lips were about to touch his stubbly cheek he quickly turned his face so that my lips met his. I gasped in surprise at his boldness and felt his soft tongue probing to push inside my now open mouth. Further and further it worked it's insistent way between my lips until I could feel it wrestling with my own tongue. I melted under this demand and closed my eyes, letting out a low moan. "MMMm, Not bad," smiled George as he backed away and gazed into my eyes. He had begun to move one hand up and down my chest, feeling my abs and lingering on my nipples. It felt good to be touched so provocatively by a man, especially this man, this hunk! With his other hand George began to rub the back of my neck and shoulders, returning again and again to the short cropped hair behind my ears. God that felt good and I started to melt away under his sensual touch. "Like that?" he asked and I nuzzled in to his chest. "Mmm, it feels so good, " I answered and looked up to see if anyone had noticed our actions. Our table was in semi-darkness and what guys were close were too preoccupied to worry about us. I leaned close to George again. "I'm not very experienced at this," I mumbled as I kissed his chin. He held my face with a firm grip and found my lips with his own. After exploring my lips and tongue he pulled away. "Well for a beginner you cotton on pretty well." With that he pushed a hand under and up my T and explored and tweaked my nipples. "Ouch," I yelled and a few men turned towards us, turning back with a smile when they realised I was enjoying the roughness. "Look", said George. "We can do this in several ways. I'm here with some mates so you can come over and join us if you like. I'd rather go back to yours and have some fun right now. What do you think?" "Well I'm tempted with both," I replied. "But right now I need a pee." I stood up and George reached for my hand as I stepped away from the table. His grip was hard and I winced from the slight pain as he squeezed. "You'd better come back boy. I really want a piece of you tonight." I smiled down and pulled away. Wow, that rough side was a real turn on. Better get done and get back to him before he lost interest. I made my way between the mass of bodies, pressing on with my half hard dick straining in my jeans. I made it to the gents and pushed the door open. The acrid smell of urine reached me, mixed with something else. I recognised the smell of pot. Someone was smoking a joint. No surprise really but risky indoors in this climate. A couple of men were at the stalls and one cubicle door was closed. Various moans and groans were coming from that direction but I ignored them and stepped between the two men at the stalls, pulled out my cock and began to pee. What a relief! I looked both sides and saw to my right the older guy (about 40) had the joint. He was bleary eyed and dishevelled and smiled at me before passing the joint to the younger guy on my left. This guy was about 18, smartly dressed but with his jeans completely unbuttoned but held up and as I watched he dropped them onto the floor around his ankles. He clearly didn't care that they'd be covered in piss when he pulled them up again. His pants were down round his knees and I could see a stiff cock, about 7" long and oozing pre cum. He was pulling on it vigorously and clearly enjoying himself. He smiled and reached across with his free hand, grabbing my cock and squeezing hard. I could hear the gasps and groans increasing from the cubicle and the smell of the pot was having a relaxing effect on me. I knew it was risky to get involved in a toilet but the mood of the evening and my experiences with George were making me feel so sexy and I needed the adrenaline rush that anonymous sex could provide. He passed the joint back to the older bloke who had his own 8" cock in hand and was vigorously pulling on it. I felt a hand running up my back as the younger lad explored my body, lingering at my ass cheeks. He leaned in for a kiss and to my surprise I opened my mouth to eagerly receive his probing tongue. I heard the cubicle door open behind me and glimpsed a tall black lad coming out followed by a long haired, leather jacketed white guy. They paused behind me and our five bodies jostled in the restricted space. Two new pairs of hands were running over my body now, reaching round to pull on my balls and rub my chest and nipples. I was still locked in a kiss and the black guy joined in. Mmm, two tongues felt so good. The long haired lad was on his knees pulling me round towards him and I gasped as I felt his lips on my cock head. A finger forced it's way between my bum cheeks and a hand pulled my balls roughly. "Aggg ugh. I'm gonna ..." and with that I emptied my balls into the waiting mouth. He sucked my jizz , allowing none to escape, as my body quivered and I gasped, my knees weakening as I slumped against the men groping my body. Fuck, that was awesome! "Thanks men," I said as I removed myself from the groping hands. What to do now? Back to George and meet his mates or straight back to my place? My visit to the pub had certainly been fun and I didn't want it to end yet. Fun in the Pub Ch. 02 The second story in this series. Please let me know what you think. Your feedback is important. * * * * After my fun at the urinal I decided to give myself a chance to revive. It seemed best to stay at the pub and meet George's mates and then head off to his with batteries renewed. I struggled back to him across the crowded bar. "So what have you been up to?" he said with a smile. "Been getting to know the locals better" I smiled in reply and hoped my tenting crotch had subsided and if he did notice he would think he was the cause of my excitement. George looked at me somewhat strangely, holding eye contact and gazing so deeply he made me shiver. "So, what do you fancy, apart from me that is? Back to my place or a bit longer here?" He grinned and pulled me towards him, cupping one of my bum cheeks in each hand. I was certainly tempted but reckoned that another hour would increase my chances of being able to perform to maximum effect. I certainly didn't want to disappoint George. A grope in the toilets was one thing but going home with a hot guy was something much bigger, or at least it was to me. I wondered how many guys he had invited back to his place. He was certainly a very desireable guy, young and fit with a sexy gleam in his eye and a sincerity that I hadn't expected to find, You couldn't rely on stereotypes. "Come on Matt, what do you want," George said as he snuggled into my neck. "Lets have another couple of drinks and relax a bit, can we?" I said as he rubbed my arms and shoulders. God he was hot!! "OK, my treat, what do you drink?" I'll introduce you to a few of my mates. No ideas mind. I want you all to myself later." Hmm , if he only knew. Just then two guys strode up and greeted us. "Hi Georgie, How's it hanging?" said the tall black guy in the leather jacket. "We haven't seen you out for ages. Nice one. Good to see you back in circulation." (Bloody hell it was the guy from the bog.) I went red and hoped nobody could see my blushes. The long haired guy with him casually draped his arm on my shoulder. "Aren't you gonna introduce us to your mate?" He winked at me so George couldn't see. "Haven't seen you here before have I?" and he let his hand drift slowly down my back and gently, discreetly grope my arse cheeks. Could George see? I hoped not and kept facing him and smiling as I felt fingers running along my belt under my shirt. They tickled against my sensitive skin. "Hi lads, I was just about to get them in. This is Matt. Matt meet Paul (the black guy) and Bobby. Now what do you want?" Paul licked his lips and mumbled something to Bobby that we couldn't hear. "Just drinks boys, at least for now." Bobby and George headed for the bar to get our order and Bobby winked at me again as he turned back. He licked his lips lasciviously and I felt myself blushing again. That left me with Paul. He was some stud, tight jeans and a black belt with biker boots and a leather jacket. Wow. I couldn't stop my eyes roaming over his tight body, lingering time and again at his crotch. He could see me checking him out and he smiled. "Glad we met up again. Like what you see?" "Hey can you keep quiet about hooking up in the loo. I don't want to get a reputation as a sleezy slag." "OK Matt, your secret is safe with me, but I'm not sure about Bobby. He has a real mouth on him and is not known for discretion. You may have to buy him off with a promise of some fun later. What do you think?" I mumbled my agreement to whatever Paul could do to keep Bobby quiet and Paul sealed the deal by rubbing his hand over my crotch. "I guess your'e new to all this" he said and I was spared disclosing by the return of the other guys with the drinks. We clinked pint glasses and George took up a protective stance with one arm on my shoulder, as if staking a claim. He obviously knew the lads well and they compared notes on what they'd been up to. Before I knew it Bobby was big mouthing about how good it was in the pub toilet. "Yeh I just came from there and there was a whole load of action. Too dark to really see who was who but that made it even more of a turn on, know what I mean?" and he winked at me again. This time George saw and he gave me a quizzical look before changing the subject to the local sauna. It seemed they all frequented it a lot, all except me of course. When I admitted I'd never been they howled with laughter. "What sort of closet fag are you man?" said Paul. "You don't seem to get about much for a young gay guy. Live with your mum do you?" and they laughed again. George was studying my face intently and I could see sympathy and kindness in his eyes. "Hey guys, leave the newbe alone. Some guys like to take their time. They aren't all sleazy sluts like you two." "Oh is that right?" said Bobby. "I'll have you know your new mate here was in the bog playing around just 10 minutes ago, wasn't he Paul?" I hung my head in shame and Paul gestured with a cut off motion across his throat. "Ok," I said hoping to make a clean breast of it. "I admit I'm new to all this and when I got to the urinal I was so turned on with the poppers and those guys cocks I couldn't help myself. I just had to have a taste. Like a kid in a sweet shop." George looked disappointed. "I'm sorry if you feel let down," I said as I moved closer to him. I could see his eyes searching mine. "I promise I'll make it up to you the first chance I get," and with that I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. I expected something, his lips to part, a slap on the back or something, but George just stood there and let me kiss him. I pulled away and mumbled something about "Must be time to go" and turned away before they could all see my disappointment. God what a fool I was. I had expected that after as little as an hour George would feel something for me, something like friendship I guess. I was obviously wrong because he turned away and moved closer to the nearest group of men and started chatting. I looked at Paul, who seemed genuinely sorry at the recent outcome, and Bobby, who was leering at me smugly. "Well that sorted you out," he said with a cocky flick of his hair. He too turned away and I was left gazing into Paul's eyes. "Sorry mate," he said as he patted my arm. "I had no idea it would go like that. Step outside for a minute. I want to tell you something." I was heading in that direction anyway so we pushed through the crowd together and found ourselves on the pavement. "Well?", I asked as I pushed my hands deep inside my jacket pockets. "What did that mean? I hadn't really done anything wrong. We had only just met and we aren't an item. I was a bit carried away I'll admit but so what?" Paul didn't say anything for some time. He just looked at me, obviously thinking things out. Eventually he asked "How much do you like George?" "I don't know, we've only just met. I'm still not sure about men in that way. I know he makes me horny and hard and I wish now I'd gone straight back to his place instead of visiting the loo first." I shrugged and looked up at Paul. "What are you getting at?" I said. He looked at me and I could see he meant what he said next. "I think he really likes you." I laughed. "But we've only just met." "I know but you don't know what he's been through. He was very badly hurt when his boy friend died in a car accident last year. Hurt physically and emotionally. Since then he rarely goes out. We were amazed to see him at the pub on such a busy night. It's not like him at all. He hasn't had any kind of relationship, not even a one night since the accident. I think he saw something special in you at that brief meeting and now feels let down that you didn't want him, you just wanted the sex." "Bloody hell, that's a bit deep. I'm not sure I can cope with that. I'm not even out," I said, "and more importantly I've had a girl friend for the last two years." He looked at me sympathetically and smiled. "I just thought you aught to know." He held out his hand and as we shook he said, "Why not come back inside and see what happens? You may find out a bit about yourself and ... well it seems a pity to end the evening so early. What do you say?" He was still holding my hand and I squeezed his fingers. "OK," I said with some trepidation. "Lets give it a go. It's fucking freezing out here and I could do with another drink." Paul smiled and held the door open for me as we pushed our way back into the pub. We were instantly enveloped in the heat and the noise. The band were playing a cover number very loudly and I smiled at Paul as he leaned across. "What can I get you to drink?" he said with a wink. I followed Paul to the bar and noticed George looking in my direction. I smiled over and he nodded briefly and quickly looked away. It was so loud and noisy that I couldn't hear myself think. "So you came back pussy boy," said Bobby in my ear. I hadn't heard him approach and shrugged him off as he stumbled towards me. He'd certainly had enough. "You didn't help man with all that chat about the loo. What a tosser you are." I turned away and felt a glancing blow on my shoulder. What! Had he swung a punch at me? I wasn't surprised but he was so far off the mark. He was half cut and couldn't connect. His coordination was all off. He stumbled, half regaining his footing and lunged into another guy standing nearby. "OOps mate, best take it easy or you'll end up on the floor." The guy slapped his back playfully. "Is he with you?" he asked. Better keep him out of trouble mate. If you can." When Paul came up with the drinks we quickly decided to get Bobby home. I went and found a taxi and when we'd bundled him inside we returned to the pub. Paul pushed over to George. "We've just put Bobby into a taxi. He'd had enough. Didn't know what he was doing, or saying," he said. George looked at me and glanced quickly away. "No hard feelings mate, I hope," and he held out his hand to grip mine. I took his firm grip in mine and squeezed back. "No mate. Can we just put it behind us? What do you say?" He looked at me and smiled. "OK, now lets finish our drinks." We drank as we chatted and it was clear that Paul and George were good mates. I discovered they had been mates since early school days. Now both in their early thirties they had experienced ten years of gay exploration together before finding their own way in the world. "Well ,Id better be going," I volunteered when our glasses were empty and the conversation lagged. The band were clearing away and it would soon be time for "last orders" "Why don't you both come back to mine," Paul said. "No pressure but we all seem to be enjoying ourselves so we could have a night cap before heading home." He looked at me and smiled but George wasn't so pleased. "I don't know. Does Matt feel like another drink and more chat or whatever? He's probably fed up with us by now." He looked from Paul to me and our eyes met. Was it my imagination or did I see a wistfulness, a look of hope or even longing? "No worries mate, the night is young," and I grabbed them both by the arm and pulled them towards the door. We found a taxi and I bundled between them into the back seat. We laughed and joked on the bumpy ride home, sharing innuendo and dubious double meaning. George seemed much more relaxed and even hugged me as we tumbled out of the cab and rummaged in our pockets to pay. Paul led the way up to the second floor flat and showed us into the sitting room where he shucked off his shoes and encouraged us to relax. He poured us both a whiskey and we all collapsed on the comfortable settee, George in the middle. "Look, I know you guys are secretly hot for each other," Paul said," so why don't I just head for the bedroom - alone, and leave you two to it? I never was good at gooseberry." With that he pulled himself up and moved off. I looked at George and he smiled and winked back. He shook his head. "Oh no. I know what you have been up to all evening." Paul looked surprised. "What do you mean?" he said, with a look of disdain. "Come on Paul," I joined in. "If it hadn't been for you I'd be home now with no promise of anything for tonight. You can't get off so easily." We grabbed an arm each and with the combined strength of us both we hauled him back on top of us where he wriggled and giggled and resisted, but not for long. I felt his arm and chest muscles harden and taught and as he wriggled on my lap I could feel myself stiffen. George was running his hands over Paul's broad back and laughing and winking at me as I stroked Paul's chest and stomach. Somehow it was easier to focus on this big, strong, black man and enjoy the sexual thrill from his firm flesh, than focus on each other. We were still unsure and shy of each other. We leaned forward and our heads met. Tongues flicked and lips touched as teeth bit provocatively. George moaned as I licked and nibbled around his ear and Paul thrust his tongue firmly into George's mouth. Our passion was mounting and the fleeting thought that Paul had planned this passed through my mind, quickly pushed aside as I felt hands pulling at my shirt and roughly tugging it over my head. All three of us were soon stripped to the waist and I enjoyed a strong pair of pink lips sucking forcefully at one of my nipples while black fingers pulled at the other." MMM." I was in heaven, or close. Paul rose up and pushed off the groping hands. "Come on lads. Time for bed," We pulled each other up and clasping each others naked flesh we staggered to the master bedroom where we collapsed in a tangled heap of bare chests and arms. After a long and passionate kiss with all heads together, we stood up and helped each other out of our jeans and pants. We both remarked at Paul who was going commando and had a huge, thick 8" cock that swung about with a mind of it's own once released from the tight black jeans. I licked my lips in anticipation but was immediately distracted by the feel of cold air on my bare bum as my jeans were peeled off. "Oh look, another commando," George commented, as he nuzzled into my crotch sending my cock springing to life. Lets see what you have to offer," said Paul as he heaved at George's jeans. Black, tight, silk boxers slid into view. "Oh yummy," I said and rubbed my stubbly chin over the smooth material. "Better off than on" , I said and with a firm tug I whipped them cleanly off. That was all the impetus we needed as now, completely naked, we groped and kissed, tugged and pulled, with fingers teeth and tongues. We roamed together over every inch of the big king size bed, lifting obstructing legs and arms to reach delicate and tantalizingly sensitive areas. I felt fingers and tongues probing and clutching at my buttocks and before I could respond another set of lips had taken my stiff cock inside a demanding mouth. Fingers teased my scrotum and balls and I did all I could to grasp at the nearest flesh available. I wanted to feast and give pleasure in return and judging by the moans I had hit the hot spot more than once. Before I knew it I was on my back being dragged to the edge of the bed so my head hung over with my mouth open. as a big black cock rubbed against my lips. I George bent forward and kissed me passionately on the lips, letting his tongue flutter inside my open mouth. I moaned in pleasure and he pulled back. "You like that don't you. You want me deep inside you. You want to feel my hard man-meat pushing in you tight hole,eh?" I felt my legs roughly pulled up and held, knees against my chest. "Oh. oh. slowly - please," I moaned as I felt a well lubed finger pushing in forcefully. "Mm, mm, mm," was quickly replaced by!AGHHH, No, no," as the pace quickened and one finger was replaced by two. "Shh, hush, you want to be nicely opened don't you? Relax and try to move with it. You'll soon learn to love it if you relax a bit." I tried to breath with the motion and concentrate on the stiff cock forcing its way between my lips to the back of my throat. Mmm, It felt good, Really good, and I found it was a lot less uncomfortable around my bum, as the fingers had been withdrawn. I could feel more lube being applied and now a threatening pressure as a blunt but forceful shape pressed at the ring of my hole. "God this will hurt," I thought, as my ankles were forced over George's shoulders. "Come on darling, open up for me and you'll love it." said George, as he pushed and pushed with some urgency. "You know I don't want to hurt you. I just want to make you feel good." I felt his hands move from my ankles to my chest and fingers plucked my nipples. "Mmmm," I started to moan with pleasure. " oh yes please. mm, Give it to me man. oh, mm Fill me with your meat. Mmm, Oh I want you inside me so much." These comments were for both men and the encouragement was rewarded when my mouth was stretched to the limit by a truncheon of solid black meat. It was HUGE! I thought my jaw would dislocate any moment. My hands reached round and fondled the firm bum cheeks of Paul's bubble butt. I rubbed round his bud and gently forced first one then two fingers inside. "Ohh, ohh, mmm, that feels so good," moaned Paul. "Oh yes, oh YES!" and his moans increased as my finger thrusts deepened. His hips bucked forcefully and he continued to moan as he ploughed my throat, fully in and out with his big black cock. Then my bum hole started to glow as thick man meat pushed slowly in. In one inch and out one inch. In two inches and out two. In all the way, slowly, slowly, and then out until just the head was held by those tender lips, then back in again, and out and in, and out and in, building up a rhythm that took my breath away at every thrust. I was moaning and groaning with the thrusts from both men and now I could hear them coupling and kissing above my pulsating body. They had me, I was so close, so close, I could only encourage them with my body and hands, moving and writhing in time with their thrusts and movements. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum," I thought as I pulsated to a fantastic orgasm. " Oo, Oh, mm, AGHHH, agh, oh god," I moaned as Paul pulled out of my mouth and flooded my chest and stomach with his pearly seed. I came all over my own chest as I reached orgasm, and what a load of cum. Never had my cock been so hard or my balls so tight as I released all over my body. "OK guys, here it comes," panted George and I felt him stiffed inside me as he collapsed on my sweat and cum soaked chest. "OOh, Oh, wonderful man," he moaned and groaned as his legs collapsed and he slumped on top of me, to be joined by Paul in a writhing mass of arms, legs and body parts. Our tongues met, our hands stroked, our lips opened as we kissed and sucked and bit, tenderly and lovingly. We stroked and caressed whatever body part was at hand until all movement subsided and we were still, with just our breathing, slowly heaving chests as a reminder of our shared pleasure. Now this was heaven. Fun in the Pub Ch. 03 Thanks to those who vote and send feedback. Please keep it up. Hope you like this episode. * * * I'd left Paul's flat early the next morning, alone. George had been keen to accompany me but I felt rough and needed time to take stock of what had happened and how much I had enjoyed it. After just 2 hours sleep I felt done in. I was lucky enough to pick up a taxi quickly and slumped on the seat. As always the cabbie was keen to chat and commented on my appearance. "God, you look rough mate. You need a pick up. You should try a sauna. There's a couple nearby that will be open. Give em a try mate. You'll feel so much better." I said I would and he dropped me off outside a very respectable looking venue. "Might as well give it a try," I thought to myself. "Nothing to lose." I paid my £18 and grabbed the two towels and pushed through the turnstile. The locker key was clearly numbered and I stripped off, folding jeans and shirt on top of my shoes. It didn't seem TOO busy. There were a few young blokes my age wandering around in towels. A couple nodded their head in acknowledgement as men do in a changing room. I wrapped a towel round my waist and headed to the shower. The water was warm and felt good on my tired muscles. I leaned my body on the tiled wall and closed my eyes in relief as the jets of water stung my body. "That feels so good," I murmured, unaware that anyone else had joined me. I reacted with a start as a deep voice said "Yeh, it can be the best part of the visit, mucking about in the shower." I opened my eyes to see a 6 foot young guy standing under the adjacent shower. He was vigorously rubbing soap over his buff body and through his longish brown hair. He smiled as he turned round, exposing his broad shoulders and back to the jet and I was able to admire his cute bubble butt and long, hairy, muscled legs. "Not bad, not bad at all," I thought, and felt my cock stiffening. Better get out of here before I embarrass myself, I thought, and gathering my towel around my naked body called out,"see you about" and stepped onto the walkway floor. The marble tiles proved slippery when wet and I took the time to dry my feet and get my bearings. There was a cabin door off to the right and it opened allowing two hard men to escape with a rush of steam. "Bloody hot in there, one said as he eyed me confidently. He was buzz cut and tatooed with a pierced left nipple. Hot. "Yeh but wait for the steam room, It's awesome. Come on," said his accomplice, even more macho- looking with facial stubble,grade zero hair and a scar over his right eyebrow. He was huge, all muscle and about 2 inches taller at 6'4. I couldn't help lick my lips as they pushed past and they headed off, sneering at me and leaving me sweating profusely. I pushed open the cabin door and stepped inside. No-one here, nice and quiet, even the music that filled the corridors was quietened in here. I lay back on an upper bench, closed my eyes and let the heat work on my body. I had quite a toned body, with a hard, developed chest and firm abs. The muscles in my arms were big and I flexed them in an attempt to relax. I did the same with my legs and lay back on the raised bench with my feet half way up the wall. It felt great and I didn't bother to move or look up as the door opened. I felt myself relax and was close to dozing off when I thought I felt a movement near my head. Someone had climbed onto the same high bench as me and was sitting near my slumbering body. Cool air drifted over my face. This guy was blowing across my eyes and nose. I lay still waiting to see what would develop. I felt the movement of air across my chest. My nipples were responding and I could feel them hardening, and that wasn't all that was stiffening up. I could feel my cock stretching out under the towel. "Fuck, now what?" I felt the bench creak as the guy adjusted his position and the next thing I knew he was standing at my side, rubbing a hand gently and slowly over my hard, firm chest muscles. I dropped a hand and he snuggled his groin into it. "God he was big, and stiff too," I thought as he used my open hand to grip his cock. He pressed harder on my nipples, pinching one after the other and then I felt firm fingers push under my towel and grasp around my stiffening dick. "Agh agh," I moaned as he moved his fingers in more of a rhythm. He then lowered his head to my stomach and a firm, hard tongue pushed into my navel. I opened my eyes expecting to see a fat, old guy taking advantage but instead I looked into the eyes of the young guy from the shower. He just smiled at me and moved his wicked tongue down my hairy stomach trail and took my cock completely in his mouth, swallowing it whole. "Mmm,Mmm,Oh yes," I moaned as he slurped and swallowed, sucked and licked at my 8" stiff dong. "Enjoying that?" He leaned up and smiled. "Like some more?" What could I say. I mumbled something about a sweet mouth and lay back with my arms under my head. His warm, moist lips engulfed my cock again and I used my right hand to feel beneath his towel for the stiff rod I knew I'd find there. "Mmm, mmm," he was taking me to heaven with the slurping,sucking and swallowing and I really wanted to offer something back. I pulled at his towel and let it fall to the floor and turned my head to the right to try and take him in my mouth but he was just out of reach. "Hey, why don't you hop up here and see if we can 69," I said, while rubbing the back of his head with my left hand. "Thought you'd never ask," he said with a big grin as he climbed onto the bench, one knee either side of my head, and then stretched his body across mine, licking past my navel towards my shaft. I took him in my mouth as he pushed just under my nose. It was long and stiff, bending up onto his taught stomach, so I had to lever it down in order to get it in my throat. I felt it would twang back out of reach if I accidentally released it, something I had no intention of doing. I was enjoying this too much. We licked and slurped with a lot of sucking and moaning as we succumbed to our lust for each other. This guy had a good, athletic body and a hard, cock with low hanging , shaved balls which I loved. We were both enjoying this sweaty, hot sex when the door was flung open and the two macho guys I had seen leave, decided to return. "Oh god. This could be awesome, the answer to an unvoiced fantasy, or just very painful", a voice said in my head. "Don't stop," the taller guy growled, and as if to reinforce this he slapped my suck buddies bum really hard. The sound echoed around the sauna cabin but the yelp was muffled by my rapidly deflating cock. Neither sat down, they just stood and watched, inching nearer and nearer to the action. Under their towels they were pulling on their meat and were now so close I could hear their laboured breathing. They let their towels slip to the floor together and I glanced to my right to see two meaty, firm bodies, nicely tanned and toned,both decorated with tats and piercings and two stiff, swinging dicks. In fairness these guys had a couple of handsome faces but the look in their eyes said "I'm in charge and you'll do what I say." The guy on the right lowered his head next to my friends and stuck out his pierced tongue to lick my prick shaft while the knob end was being sucked. "Hey mate, we're gonna share," he growled and I felt my first friend pulled up and heard them snog lustily. They resumed sucking with one pair of lips on each side of my shaft; every now and then someone licked my balls while the other sucked deep or they broke off and kissed passionately. My mouth was joined by the handsome hunk standing to the left and we did the same, sharing licks and sucks; sometimes breaking off for hot kisses and to fence tongues, sharing spit and taste saliva and pre-cum. It was hot and against my better judgement I loved it. All day every day! This sensational mouth work changed slightly when I felt a hand move down and caress my bum cheeks. "Oh Oh! Here we go" I thought. My legs were apart and now one was lifted and fingers began to grip my thighs and taunt and thrust at my hole. God that felt good. Rough but good. I could't help release a low, deep moan. "Mmm ooh,oooohh." and my hips moved involuntarily to encourage the probing fingers. "I think he likes that Max," said the guy sucking my cock. He looked at me with lust filled eyes and growled,"Do you want some deep hole action? Want me and my buddy to fill that juicy hole for you, eh?" My face was full of hot, juicy cock but I turned towards him as best I could and tried to nod my agreement. I knew I couldn't keep this sucking going for a lot longer without exploding,so any variety might help me keep going for a bit. My friend, who had his bum in the air and hole exposed, was now having a real licking and finger digging. He was moaning and wriggling while he power sucked my cock to near completion. I felt the bench creak again as both men climbed up , one at each end. My knees were raised over strong, muscled shoulders without my cock ever escaping that hot, wet mouth. A wet tongue pushed in with fingers groping and needing my butt cheeks vigorously. "Oh, Oh, AGHH," I exclaimed as first one then two digits pushed deep and hard into my man cunt. I could hear similar noises from my 69 partner and guessed he was having the same treatment,This was confirmed as he let out a deep cry and then a moan while continuing to suck and munch on my re-stiffening tube. His hips were bucking and a finger slipped down from his arse and forced it's way into my mouth with his cock. More lube needed obviously! It tasted bitter and funky but not too unpleasant. Our hips were both bucking now and I could feel the hard, rubbery head of a big cock pushing at my anus. "oh no, Don't fuck me, please not too hard," I moaned with fear as the big bell end forced past my ring and sunk down and down into my gut. My hips were still as I became used to the feeling of pain and fullness. Slowly he slid out and then in, pushing further in with each thrust, banging and rubbing my prostrate into a mind-blowing orgasm. My feeling changed as I tried to relax and I found myself responding to the thrusts and pushes of the forceful top. "Mnn, no please, Your too big, don't! Stop, please, No, no, no!,"I begged my forceful assailant, all thought of sucking temporarily forgotten. But then I found myself enjoying the thrusts and the animal frenzy of our coupling. "Oh, yes, Oh yes," I was begging as I held on desperately to the bench and my partner's hair. He was squealing pike a stuck pig, "MMnn OOGH, meiw, miew, ugh, ugh, UGH!" and I felt him shudder and cum over my face and chest. "Oh god, don't stop, please, fuck me harder, harder, HAR -d -d " and my body collapsed as I shot my load over my stomach and chest.My cock twitched and pulsed as jet after jet of cum shot out,faster and more than I could ever remember. The tops at both ends were taunting us with their remarks of sluts and cum-faggots as they piled into us unconcerned that we were sated and slumped in a heap on the sauna bench. They wanted our holes and they were taking them whether we agreed or not. Eventually they came ,both barebacking us and seeding our guts with their cum. It oozed out of our holes as they pulled out their softening cocks. They climbed off and over us, slapping both butts vigorously as they taunted and tweaked our soft cocks. They stood side by side, arms around each others shoulders as they unleashed their streams of hot, rancid piss all over us, up and down our trembling bodies. The yellow liquid splashed and soaked us as we huddled together. They Jeered us, "Little piss boys, our cum cunt slaves, bum sluts" they taunted. Then they had gone, to shower I guess. I looked down at my new friend and was surprised to see him smiling and a gleam in his eye. "What a turn on man. I've never cum so hard. Fucking great eh? I hope we meet them again. In fact I want to grab a number now. Really hot eh?" With that he was gone too, leaving me in a pool of piss and cum. "Well I don't want to be the guy to clear this up," I thought as I shrugged and made my way out wrapped in a soaking towel. "Wait till I tell the boys down the pub. They'll never believe me. " Fun in the Pub Ch. 04 Hope you like this new chapter. Please let me have some feedback. It really helps to know how you feel about the stories, esp. how I can improve them. So don't be shy, get back to me and let me know. Thanks and enjoy chapter 4. * Hi again, It's Matt. This took place just after Easter when the weather should have been warmer but wasn't. I was getting used to my evenings at the pub, the Black Swan, and as I trudged through the cold rain I was really looking forward to the excitement of the evening ahead. At least I hoped it would be exciting. At 25 and 6'2 I could still turn a few heads, as I had found when I had taken refuge in my local for the first time earlier in the year. Now I was a regular and after lots of hot, gay experiences I was just as keen as ever to broaden my sexual horizons. Who knew what tonight would bring. I pushed open the pub door and was overwhelmed by the warmth as I entered. All the usual noises and smells were there too; man talk, man smell, and beer - lots of beer. I shucked off my coat and scarf and moved to the bar. There was a roaring fire in the corner. "It must be Tom on duty tonight," I thought. He was usually responsible for stoking the fire to turn the bar into a sauna. He loved the heat, coming from Porto Rico. Tall and tanned and young and lovely was written for a girl in another place but it could equally apply to Tom. He was hot! "Hey Tom, not a lot in tonight," I said as I ordered a pint. "And it's fucking hot in here - like a furnace." "Yeh sorry mate," he replied. "I got a bit carried away with the logs. It'll soon cool down when customers open that door. I can feel the draught over here now," and he shivered as a bloke pushed the door closed as he entered. "Still, there'll be enough in later. We've got a group of bikers in at 10. They checked ahead to see that we were leather friendly." "Mm. best get ready for that," I said and Tom winked and pulled at one of his nipples, prominent under his white wife beater T. He made a grimace of false pain as he tweaked again, with an open mouth and just the tip of his tongue licking his top lip. His eyes had narrowed as he moaned gently in supposed ecstasy. Tom had the most wonderful hairy chest and fit body of all the bar staff and I'd been lucky enough to explore it on several occasions. "Enough man. You'll get me going if you keep that up," I said as he tugged at his crotch through his tight, low slung jeans. He came quickly back to the real world as he greeted the new customer and turned to pull him a pint. "Mmm nice arse," the newby mumbled under his breath and he gave me a bold smile and a wink. I just nodded in agreement and smiled back. He was about 38/40 and dressed in jeans, t shirt and a well-used black leather jacket. Tufts of dark hair curled over the T that matched his hairy tash. "He must be with the bikers," I thought to myself as I eyed up his fight butt in worn, torn denim. "Mmm, might catch him later." He seemed pretty sure of himself and had an aura of confidence. Could be good. Right now I wanted to loose some clothes to cool down and get more prepared for the night ahead. I wanted a really slutty feel with nothing left to the imagination for later if the rest of the leather guys turned up. I had never experienced rough, tough biker sex and was drooling at the thought of it. I made my way to the loo and stripped off my jumper, leaving a tight black T that showed off my firm pecs and hard nipples through the fabric. My firm biceps looked good too and I flexed them in the mirror, pleased with what I saw. "Mm you'll do nicely." All those months at the gym were certainly paying off. Fit, firm and horny was how I liked them and that applied to me as well. I wanted to discard my briefs to capture more of that slutty feel and couldn't be bothered to get into the cramped cubicle so just unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off right there at the stalls. I pulled off my boots and as I was balanced on one foot while trying to escape the leg of my jeans with the other, the door opened and the new guy pushed his way in. It was a tight squeeze and it caused me to overbalance even more and I grabbed hold of his shoulder to keep my balance as I flicked my foot out of my jeans. He felt very solid and muscular under that heavy black jacket. "Sorry mate,just wanted to get out of these," I said as I regained my balance and somewhat reluctantly moved my hand off his shoulder. "It's ok man. What ya done, pissed yourself?" He was smirking confidently and looking at my hard, hairy legs now just in my red, tight slips, socks and nothing else. "No mate," I replied tentatively pulling off my Kalvin briefs. "These are just a bit restrictive for what I have in mind for tonight," I mumbled. "Ever felt overdressed? Well I do tonight and a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." That sounded so bold for me but it seemed to work and gave me the confidence I didn't really feel. With that I gave him a wink and made a lunge for his crotch which promised a big prize. He looked well hung and I wanted to check out what he had down there if he was half willing. Before I had him in my hand he made a grab for my briefs as I tried unsuccessfully to grope him. "I'll just take care of these for you as you don't seem to want them," he growled and grabbed my brief red pants off me and held them to his face while keeping me at arms length with his other hand. He inhaled strongly. "Fuck man, these are sweet." He took another strong, deep breath and rubbed them over his nose and mouth, sticking out his tongue to lick the fabric. "Mm man, these are hot. Think I'll keep them for later. Gettin' me hard just inhaling your sweet smell." With that he pushed them into his rear jeans pocket and unzipped his fly. "Now why don't you chew down on this seeing as you got me so hot and horny?" With that he tugged a beaut' of a cut cock into view; at least 7" and thick, throbbing and veiny. He pushed me to my knees and forced the purple end into my mouth. I was licking and slurping and sucking until I felt ready to descend along the fat shaft. After all this was my slut boy fantasy. I really wanted to give him a good time and hoped he'd maybe return the favour but after three long thrusts all the way down my throat and back out he grabbed my hair and before you could say "Cum as you are," he had unloaded deep in my gullet. I swallowed as fast as I could and got most of his juice. Then he pulled out, gave it a flick and a wipe with his hand, tucked it away and left without a word. "Well," I thought, "What a shit. I'd really fancied him but he obviously didn't reciprocate. Just wanted to use me as a cheap slut. Despite myself I was getting turned on at his assertiveness and although I wanted him to get his cum-uppance I secretly hoped we'd meet again so he could dominate me once more. After all I enjoyed playing the slut and perhaps he'd fuck me next time, and hard too. I struggled back into my jeans, now suitably commando, tucked in my 8" stiffening cock, checked my hair and the growing bulge at my crotch and with a wink in the mirror left the toilet. The bar was getting busy and I had to push my way past several guys I knew to get back to the bar and my pint. They grinned as I passed and one or two grabbed my butt hard and squeezed. I downed what was left of my drink in one and caught Tom's eye. He served another customer and came over to me. "You had a nice time then?" he said while pulling me another pint. "Was he as good as you hoped? Just your type I'd have thought. You like it a bit rough eh?" With that he gave his nipple another tweak and took a slurp of my beer. "Cheers mate," he said," it's on the house, if you don't mind helping with some glasses if it gets busy later on." I nodded in agreement and Tom went off to serve another guy, too busy to linger on the merits of my butch "friend." I took another sip of my drink and looked around. It had certainly got busier and about six guys came in together as I caught sight of the handsome stranger who had sucked me off earlier. They obviously knew him as greetings were exchanged and they laughed and joked together. One of them had commented on the bright red material hanging from his rear jeans pocket and I realised it was my pants. They were all laughing and ribbing him and I heard "Sweetest mouth I ever had" and "best suck in a long time," together with "fucking slut boy, gonna get my hard dick inside him," as he joked with them all. One of them wanted to know who they belonged to. "Which bitch was it? Is he still here?" he shouted above the other noise. Fuck they would soon know it was me. What then? I could feel myself getting redder and redder as the embarasment flooded my body. I turned away. "Please don't tell them," I begged in silence. How could I escape the ridicule that would result from exposure if he told them who I was and how could I get out of the bar without them noticing me leaving? As I was mulling this over I felt a firm hand on my back, and then it dropped to my butt. God, this was it. A mouth moved close to my ear and a deep, quiet voice said, "well slut boy. My mates want to meet you. You up for it?" I began to tremble slightly, from fear and excitement, and I turned to face him. He looked so hot; a tanned weathered face, clear brown eyes and a full moustache. He licked his lips and leant in close again. "What's up mate? We'll be gentle with you, at least at first. Come on you know you'll love it." His eyes twinkled and he leaned closer and I felt his hairy tash rub against my ear and cheek. Then he bit my ear lobe, gently at first and then harder. I could feel his hand grabbing hard at my butt and massaging the cheeks roughly. He smelt good and felt good and I knew I was a sucker for a butch, hard man in his prime, in leather and if he had six hunky friends too, well what was a guy to do? I picked up my pint and turned to him with a smile and my hottest come to bed eyes. "Ok mate, you got me, but I'd better not be disappointed," I blustered in my best attempt at bravado. He grabbed my hand and pushed me in front as he forced my arm roughly behind my back. I was being marched across the bar towards his mates as he leant down and growled in my ear. "By the time we've finished with you you won't be able to walk, or talk. You'll be a quivering mass of used flesh, begging for release. You'll want us to stop but you'll be begging us not to. You are gonna have one hell of a ride boy." As we approached he grinned at the men . "Well here he is boys. Doesn't want to be disappointed so we'd best be sure to give him the full treatment eah. Now lets get out of here. You can ride with me," and he twisted my arm higher behind my back making me wince with pain. One of his mates threw him a black, worn leather jacket as we exited the bar and he released my arm as he pulled it on me "There, now you look the part too.". I didn't try to run. What would have been the point. There were six big , hard bikers surrounding me. I wouldn't have got very far. So we all ended up on the pavement where an assortment of motor bikes waited. Tom had given me a wide-eyed look and mouthed, "You OK?" as I was frog marched out. I returned his look with a shrug of the shoulders and a reassuring wink. I expected to survive but I wasn't certain what state I'd be in. Someone else would have to do the glasses tonight. "I'm Mitch," the big guy holding my arm breathed into my ear as he pulled me onto the pillion of a Harley parked at the kerb. He climbed on the front and pushed back with his firm arse into my crotch. I wrapped my arms tightly around his snug waist, as much to keep warm as to experience the hard muscles of his fit bod. "I I, I'm Matt," I mumbled and snuggled into the black leather covering his broad back. Mmm, It smelt really good and was old enough to have gathered a few wrinkles and folds but still gave off the essence of fit biker, a bit like Mitch himself really. We all pulled off from the kerb and now I really hung on for grim death as we swerved and bumped around the back streets of my area. "OK boys, lets make for Tony's pad. He won't want to be left out," Mitch shouted at the top of his voice. The bikes accelerated and moved off into the night with me pillion to Mitch and three other guys riding behind their men. It didn't take long before we were in a run-down part of town and all the bikes had pulled up outside a terraced house with loud music pumping from the upstairs window. "Hey, Tony, let us in you bastard. Look what we've got for you," called Mitch , and he hoisted me off the bike and held up my arm as the curtains upstairs parted and a muscled, bare torso, heavily tattooed arms and a mop of straggly hair peered out. "Hi boys," the face said. "Be right down." By the time the front door was opened we were all off the bikes and standing huddled together on the step. I got my fair share of arse play, pinching and stroking, by the bikers. They were all around 6' tall, well fit and of similar age (about 35 I guess). We bundled in and climbed the stairs. Tony pulled some beers from the fridge and they chugged them down, laughing and joking while keeping me in the middle of the room. At last they quietened down and Mitch took centre stage. He pulled my briefs out of his jeans back pocket and to jeers and cat calls proceeded to sniff and lick them. Then he advanced on me and pushed them into my mouth as he grabbed my T and pulled it off. The others had crowded round and were pulling my nipples and feeling my chest and bum as Mitch tied my hands above my head with a length of cord. "Get him naked boys," he yelled and now they pulled down my jeans, flug off my boots and socks and stood me in the centre of the room as they smacked my butt. It stung and brought tears to my eyes but I wasn't kept there for long as we all moved off into the room next door. It was about the same size but with no furniture except a big music system and a contraption hanging from the ceiling. My wrists were forced up and hooked to the ceiling and I was "encouraged" to lay down on my back on a leather covered table with leather straps into which my legs were forcefully positioned. Fuck, was this a sling? I was panting with the tension and excitement and also because the red briefs were still in my mouth. Mitch leaned his head next to my ear and growled, "Hope you're ready boy. WE ARE GONNA HAVE SOME FUN." A big blond guy pulled the pants from my mouth and as I was gasping for air he pushed in his tongue, swirled it around my tonsils, pulled out and popped in two white pills. "That'll make you enjoy it so much more," He said, and snogged me again, fiercely. I was forced to swallow and felt the pills slide down. Another guy had positioned himself between my wide spread legs and was rubbing cream on my hole. It burned and set my anus on fire and he kept rubbing and roughly fingering me, one then two and then three hard fingers prodding and thrusting forcefully. "AGGH, Oh, nooo. Fuck man not so rough," but the pills were having their effect and after a good blast of poppers,( that were pushed under my left nostril while someone held my right one closed), I felt myself begin to float away on a cloud of lust. "MMM, oh yes. That feels so good." "Ok men, he's ready for us. Get to it" said Mitch. The pounding bass of the heavy metal music and thrusting hands helped take me to a different place. I was only half aware of a big pair of hands leaning on my windpipe as a huge cock with a prince Albert forced its way into my tender and hot man pussy. The owner pumped and grunted as he stiffened inside me. He felt big and the chems were connecting me directly to his cock. We seemed to be joined as one as he ploughed inside me. I felt a cock pushing my lips apart and hungrily opened for it. It forced down my throat as the guy knelt over my chest, a big sweaty tattooed guy, still in his leather cap and boots but nothing else. He face fucked me vigorously and I was really getting off on this hard action. I couldn't resist or fight these hunks off if I'd wanted to and could only writhe my body and moan to show my enjoyment at being totally used. I felt my legs being lifted as the first guy emptied his juice inside me. I could feel his spurts of cum flooding my guts and it helped cool the burning. The next I knew was another large cock inside me as a tall, muscled guy stood between my legs and poked an 8" throbbing dick inside me. I pushed to meet his thrusts as best I could and was surprised when a smaller, slimmer guy got up on the table with one leg on each side of my thighs. While the other stud was fucking me he positioned his cock at my hole and pushed in as well. Fuck, that hurt, despite the chems, and as if they read my mind another bottle of poppers was pushed under my nose. The guy in my mouth spunked hard and pulled out and the slim double fucker pulled my head up and gave me a forceful kiss as he licked at the cum his mate had left in my mouth and around my lips. God did that feel good. I was floating again as the chems took effect and was disappointed when both guys came together in huge wads of jizz. I could feel it running down my thighs and felt lips below me between my legs as it was licked up with gusto by some hungry mouths. Through my half closed eyes I could see Mitch undoing his thick leather belt and pulling off his T. He had a broad, muscled chest and pierced nipples with a heavy chain leading from one to the other. He had already slipped out of his boots and now nearly naked he pulled them on again. He looked hot with bulging muscles and tattoo decorated arms and calves. He approached and rubbed at the monster dick that jutted from his shaven groin. It was huge, at least 10" and even stiffer than I remembered it from earlier that night. "How ya doin' Tom?" he asked as he pulled at my tended nipples and bent to take one in his mouth. He flicked with his tongue and then bit hard before giving the other the same treatment. "AAAggh," was all I could mutter as his hands ran between my soft, pale thighs. He stroked my balls with his free hand and then pulled and pulled and kept pulling, providing such pain, and in my heightened state , such pleasure too. He squeezed too, gently at first and then with more determination until I was forced to cry out and beg him to stop. He turned his attention to my aching hole and roughly pushed in a finger, rotating it slowly as he moved it in and out. I moaned with the pleasure flooding my loins as he pushed in and withdrew. "You like that Mitchy?" he sniggered, and pushed in two fingers. "How about that? Good?" I writhed and moaned in ecstacy as he withdrew and thrust three fingers in this time. "Oh God, yes, oh yes, Fuck me man. Plough me hard." I cried as other hands groped my body and lips sucked and kissed and licked their way over, round and into all parts of my vulnerable frame. I was on the edge of anticipation, heightened by the chems but relaxed by the poppers. I wanted everything Mitch could give me, and I wanted it now. I felt him position himself between my spread legs and with one hard thrust, push the head of his engorged ten inches past my tight ring. "MM still tight Mitchy boy eh. Well I'm gonna fuck you till your guts fall out. You won't be able to walk for a week," and with that he gave a huge, vicious thrust and was completely inside me up to his pubes. He had touched bottom in one rough move and I screamed with the intense pain. Despite being prepared by others and the poppers, this really hurt. Perhaps it was the big Prince Albert or the studded leather cock ring he had strapped on after removing his jeans. Fun in the Pub Ch. 04 "No, please," I murmured. "You're so big. No I cant. Please." "Relax boy. You're my little slut aren't you? You like to tease us hard leather men and now you've got what's due to you. Just relax. Don't fight it and you might grow to like it." He leaned forward and kissed me roughly, biting my bottom lip to draw blood. His large, rough hands caressed my smooth chest as he murmured compliments. "You are so sweet boy, such a tight fuck. Mmm I could stay in here all night." With that he picked up speed and his thrusts grew more urgent; right in until our pubes met and then almost all the way out, then back in again, hard and firm against my soft , tender body. In spite of the pain I felt myself yielding to him, "oh God, you're so big and hard. Oh go easy man." "Oh you slut!" he growled. You take my fuckin' cock all the way down 'till I cum in your guts." He pumped and pumped roughly, then leaned forward and roughly bit first one nipple then the other. " Mmm oh, ugh, ugh, oh yes. yes, YES!" I blurted out. Incredibly the pain had gone and I was riding on a wave of lust and pleasure, completely at his mercy. I moved my hips and body in time with his thrusts, enjoying the feel of being totally possessed. I couldn't move more if I'd wanted to but Mitch had me now and was using my body for his own pleasure and it felt great. I was rolling in ecstacy as he pounded my arse, licked me, bit me and slapped my butt cheeks. God it felt so good and it didn't look like ending any time soon. This man had real stamina. Mitch ploughed on with his monster tool, grunting and sweating as his pile driver fucked my hole. "God, you are sweet," he growled again. He was now fucking in time to the bass beat of the loud music and seemed to enjoy "dancing " inside me. It was certainly turning me on and when two pairs of lips lined up on my cock and started to move up and down I knew I wouldn't be long. All too soon I felt a deep seated contraction in my loins and spurts of cum exploded from my tool. Eager mouths licked and slurped at my jizz as it erupted but Mitch just laughed, picked up my legs, one in each hand, and continued with his hard, determined fucking. He kept going for another 20 minutes, reducing me to a gibbering wreck and at last I felt him tense, his arm muscles go rigid, his groin thrust in harder and deeper, and then collapse on top of me as wave after wave of hot, sticky cum exploded inside me. I could feel about 15 spurts hit my guts. It felt glorious now that he had paused and as he slowed further it oozed out of my hole and down my thighs to drip onto the floor. "Mm, not bad boy. You make a good slut. Be back for another go in ten minutes," and he pulled out and moved off, grabbing a bottle of beer and taking a deep swig. I watched his hard muscled torso, fit legs and throbbing cock waving as he strutted off. I lay back exhausted but quickly felt another hard but smaller cock entering my tender, wet hole. It slurped around with no resistance as another guy climbed up to face fuck me. "Mm, how long to wait before Mitch returns?" was all I could think. The sensations of these guys were hardly bothering me as I lay back and let them pleasure themselves. Mitch was what I wanted. I needed him inside me again, filling me with his super sized manmeat. Now I was really spoiled and I knew that only he would do it for me. However many times he wanted to fuck me I was ready. I was his bitch, his slut and no-one else would come close. The table rocked as the two guys fucked me but I was away, thinking only of Mitch and how he would set me alight when he returned.