sausagewithgirth – Page 112

Damn, your right, this is much easier than getting up and going to the bathroom to take a leak. I can keep drinking and not worry about missing any of the game.

C’mon, you know you want it.

Guaranteeing he is not just a cock hungry, cum slurping whore for the rest of the night, but that he will be one for the rest of his life. Does not even matter that he is straight.

“No dude, I checked, all of these urinals are broken.”

“Why don’t you help me out? I gotta piss real bad.”

“Don’t worry I’ll show you how”.

“Just kneel down and open your mouth, I’ll do the rest. I’ll do it for you… afterwards. It’s just this once, no one will know. Trust me…”

Wrong move fag. Turning away only gets you punished.

Looks like the recording of you sucking my cock suddenly went from “for private use”, to “tumblr post”.

Next load, I am holding your head tightly in place. I will press my cock against your right nostril and blow my load directly into your skull. No more turning away!

Hold still, now I have to pee.

Good morning roomie, or should I say good afternoon. You really got wasted last night. I bet your head hurts like hell. I see you noticed your new piece of body jewelry. It’s called a chastity cage. I am sure you will figure out why it’s called that soon enough. I put that on last night while you were passed out. Consider it a gift.

I think its time for us to discuss some new rules in this apartment. You should pay close attention, because all of these rules are for you.

Oh god, not another one, I need a break. I can’t take much more of this. These guys are huge and they are so angry, skull fucking me, pounding their cocks against the back of my throat. What did I do to upset them? I am covered in the jizz of strange men. My gag reflex destroyed. How did this happen? How many guys are waiting in the hall for a turn?

This is not how I expected to spend my first day in the dorm. College was supposed to be different.

Sometimes a nice gentle blow job just won’t get it done. Sometimes you need to grab hold and skull fuck the fag hard and deep.

Since joining the rodeo circuit three months ago John has really embraced his new role as a hole for cowboys.

From day one the guys on the circuit had seen John for what he really is, a redneck cum dump. On his first night, eight of the cowboys got together to welcome John to the group. The got him fairly drunk and found out he was a city boy, who always wanted to work with cowboys and horses. After a few more drinks they offered to show him how to rope a calf. They explained the the goal of this timed event is for the rider to catch the calf by throwing a loop of rope from a lariat around its neck, dismount from the horse, run to the calf, and restrain it by tying its legs together, in as short a time as possible. Being eager to fit in and learn new things John volunteered to play the part of the calf in the demonstration. The cowboys told him to strip down to his underwear (so he wouldn’t get his new Wranglers dirty) and to run around the floor of the empty arena as fast as he could. It took less than eight seconds to get him tied down with the "piggin’ string". The cowboys formed a circle around the hogtied John. Looking down at him in his dirt stained tighty whiteys, all trussed up like a calf, got the guys horned up. John could see their cocks testing the strength of the zippers on the tight wrangler jeans of the guys standing over him. Before long John’s underwear was ripped open and he received his first cowboy cock. John spent six hours of his first night getting gangbanged on the arena floor by eight well hung cowboys, who explained that milking and breeding were essential skills for a boy on the rodeo circuit to have.

John quickly learned his place and could be found most nights, bent over in a animal pen taking cock. On his first month anniversary, the guys got him drunk again, gave him a black cowboy hat, locked his cock up in a chastity cage, ran a train on his ass, and got him a nifty new tattoo.