Camp Pass Pt 02

(I've writtenths to stand independently, but Part 1 adds a lot of context.)

The air in the playroom in the midst of a forest was hot, humid, and filled with the scent of cum and sweat. Bob and Ed's efforts had poured a volume and variety of fluids both into me and on me.

I had just finished allowing two men, long time partners, to have really hot sex with each other through me. I was a human marital aid! A few kisses and caresses shared between the boys and I were softer and affectionate. But once they had almost simultaneously orgasmed with me as a conduit, they disengaged from my holes and stepped to each other to continue expressing their passion for each other. Even after a thunderous round of 3 way sex, they dicks were still firm. Those cocks began to stiffen as they ground into each other and they kissed as reunited lovers have kissed since before lust had a name.

I was able to watch their display from the voyeur's perspective of a padded sawhorse designed to provide a hard cock the perfect angle of attack to either ass or mouth, or in this instance, both. I was cuffed at my wrists and ankles, but I wouldn't have been able to move after the pounding I received. I felt like a sponge as the semen dripped from my mustache and my ass. Cum and lube traveled down my taint and then traced the contours of my balls. It actually tickled. This sensation returned my mind to the fact I had not gotten off yet.

Bob had mentioned a reward for filling the space between them. I don't know if the three of us were mentally synchronized or if mutual lust just led each of us to the obvious next step. But the boys stepped away from each other and looked at me. I had some thoughts of what I wanted, but I had no choice in what I was about to get.

Ed leaned into Bob's ear, away from me and said something softly to his mate. Bob nodded quickly and stepped out of my line of sight. Ed followed him. The bench was designed to hold my head in place to serve as a hole for cock, just like my ass was. My dick and balls hung free but were also outside of my range of vision.

I heard footsteps behind me. I thought I heard the sound of someone's breathing changing heights. Then I felt hands on my butt. I couldn't be sure if the hands were the same size but Bob could easily palm a basketball, and I thought that his meaty hands held almost all of one of my asscheeks. The other cheek felt only fingertips, tracing soft patterns while traveling closer to my wet and slightly gaping hole. A new hand was introduced when I felt it start tugging on my balls. Suddenly a moist textured fabric began wiping off the lubricant used to work Bob's dick into me and the cum he had deposited. I was obviously being prepped for something.

Have you ever assumed you wouldn't like something until you had actually experienced it? I had heard of analingus, but I had not been able to imagine experiencing it, and would have declined had I been asked. I wasn't asked.

I'm pretty sure it was Ed's tongue that touched me. It was like his tongue flipped a switch with circuits to my penis and my head. Both extremities came to immediate attention!

Whoever was knocking at my back door was very good at it. It was slow, hot, and as wet as I've been. I wondered if my ass was as wet as my wife's pussy would get after a good licking.

While it was sexually stimulating, it was also relaxing in an odd way once I let go and let good tongue get up in there. I was in a dreamy state when suddenly the soft mouth and rough stubble pulled away.

They again ping-ponged me from feeling dreamy to feeling dirty when I heard and felt a stinging slap on my butt. Bob said he hoped I enjoyed the break, but he and his friend weren't done with me.

I heard a cell phone chirp. Ed spoke to someone, but I could only hear one side of the conversation, "Her Tom!.What am I up to? I can show you better than I can tell you! Come by the chicken coop and find out. Yeah, the more the merrier!"

My guess is that Ed was the one who then started slowly pushing his dick into my ass, still moist from his earlier attentions.He hadn't been trying to pleasuring me. He had been prepping me!

His rod had looked a little thicker than Bob's big piece of meet, but it felt much larger. There was some lingering soreness from the first fucking, but it began to feel more like tingling, and actually made being a cumdump even better.

As the intensity of my spearing bEgan to increase, I heard a few unfamiliar voices, but they were again from behind. I had no idea who might be watching me take that cock like a sissy bitch.

Ed must have been plowing me because Bob began to narrate our encounter, sharing the backstory of how we met and what an obvious slut I had been since he first laid eyes on me.

He calle dme a married closet faggot who had begged to be dicked by the both of them. It isn't how I remember it, but I'm certain I presented as horny as hell for each of those big pricks.

Tom sounded feminine, but he didn't feel feminine when he grabbed my head and made a quick introduction to his fat, and I mean fat cock. I would have sucked anything that touched my lips by then. But I had to work to get the head in my mouth while keeping it away from my teeth.

My focus on fucking had drifted, but Ed didn't really need my attention. He needed my ass and he was taking it. Ed, Bob, Ted and an anonymous fourth friend began to verbally abuse me. This is something else I had always assumed I wouldn't like. I have my pride. But as I listened to them tell me what a nice cunt I had and what a great little fucktoy I was, I decided to get into that character. I allowed myself to feel like I had always wanted to be gangbanged by a bunch of rough and rude bears. As I slid further into the role, I began to become grateful for the seeing to everyone provided me. I was also crying with shame for being such a needy little sissy. I can't explain why it made everything hotter, but it sure as fuck did.

Every cock was drained that day. My cum came after everyone else fed me every bit of their semen. Bob worked my nipples roughly while (I think) Ted began tugging my nuts and humming with my dick in his mouth. I couldn't see, but I could tell I was being sucked into his throat, and I felt him swallowing my penis. I'd like to say it was the strongest cum I ever had, but I was tired and a bit oblivious at that point. I felt a relief when my ballsack tightened up and the itchy feeling in my dick started. I was milked dry by the time the lips left my shaft. The crew unshackled me, and made sure I was able to stand without falling. I was led to a shower block and scrubbed and cleaned and fondled until the water stopped raining on me and I was wrapped in several thick towels. Ed and Bob decided I should stay in their tricked out trailer for the night to make sure I was safe and cared for properly.

I had dick for breakfast. It was delicious. I had been used, and it was

such

a turn on. I had been humiliated and had liked it. It felt right in a way I couldn't explain but wanted to explore.