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The add had said, "Garage Sale".  I had taken it at its
word.  You can find some real bargains when it comes to rummaging
through other people's castoffs (otherwise known as junk).  My
fascination with odds and ends that can be made into something
else, probably equally useless, is legendary with my friends.
What would I find here?

Actually, this was not a "garage sale" in the usual
sense of the word.  I had gotten the information through the
grapevine, so to speak.  I had found the add on the bulletin
board -- one of those specialized ones.  So, all things
considered, I thought that I might find something interesting.
How interesting I had not imagined when I embarked upon my little
journey; nor did I dream where it would lead me.

Strange that the copy read, "8:00 PM until . . . . " The
".  . . " should have clued me in that this was not the usual
garage sale if the eight pm had not already flagged the event as
somewhat extraordinary.  There was nothing unusual about the
neighborhood.  It was a good, substantial, well-kept, suburban
residential area.  Although the city itself was readily
accessible, here one almost felt that the good folk rolled in the
sidewalks twenty minutes after sunset and that you were miles
from any where remotely resembling any "action".

Following the instructions that I had been given, I
found the place with no difficulty at all.  The porch light was
on, music escaped the partially open door along with voices of
multiple conversations attempting to over ride the rock.  It
sounded like a party.  It was a party.  I was welcomed in as
though I were a long lost friend.  Barely in the door, the host,
Kevin, pointed me towards the assorted refreshments.  He,
frankly, looked more interesting that the refreshments -- tall,
lean, muscular , well developed wearing skin tight Levis leaving
little to the imagination (except what to so with it) and a
leather vest, leather arm bands.

Several of the others were similarly attired -- leather.
Some of the other guests wore Levis and western shirts, one with
a frontier style shirt with long fringe down the sleeves and
sides.  I subconsciously noted that they all were uncommonly
above average in looks, and as I had an opportunity to mix, they
were a very interesting group.

After a while there seemed to be fewer people.  But I
hadn't noticed that anyone had left.  Where had they gone?  For
that matter, where was the garage sale?  Both questions were the
same one and it was but a short while before it was answered.
Someone said to me, "Let's go out to the garage."

The "sale" was on!  I was escorted out to the garage by
one of the guests.  Ken led the way.  The garage was not the
typical suburban vehicular storage area.  The centerpiece was a
black table.  Standing on it was a striking blond.  I had seen
him earlier wearing a black sleeveless shirt skillfully designed
to display his muscular torso.  Now it was removed, the strong
arms raised above his head, held there by cuffs chained to a beam
above him.  The leather pants had also been stripped from him,
revealing well developed legs and an even more well developed
tool framed deliciously between them.  In the dim light I could
just make out someone tantalizingly stroking the still downward
hanging implement with the tip of their tongue.  Slowly it would
traverse the shaft from the blond bush at its base to the well
defined head, toying with the head and then slowly repeating the
long trip back to the blond curls.  The body twisted, head back,
and the sound of a slight moan.  The tongue was doing its work.
He was enjoying it.  The beautiful cock seemed to grow, both in
length and size.  Only slowly, however, did it seem to rise from
its downward position.  It showed signs of lifting, but would
then simply gain in girth and remain hanging downward teasing the
tongue and now the mouth that was wrapping its lips around the
thickening shaft.

Behind the fellow hanging spread eagle, appeared another
figure wearing leather cuffs around his thick biceps, a leather
harness with the studs glistening in the dimly lit room.  He
wrapped his arms around the blond, placing his hands on the
thighs that still framed that beautiful cock as it was being
tortured into slowly rising.  The hands slowly moved up the
inside of the thighs as the thumbs and forefingers closed firmly
about the balls and cock forming a warm, human cock ring that
tightened its grip.  The arms and hands firmly drew the blond's
firm butt back against anxious and hot, firm flesh rubbing the
crack that it would soon pierce.

The cock that had been so long teased by the tongue had
now begun to rise, at first imperceptibly and then with
involuntary movements as it began its hardening trip to erection.
At this point I lost sight of the beauty.  It was swallowed in
one frenzied movement by the mouth that had struggled so long to
tease it upwards.  First the head was sucked in, and then the
shaft, inch by inch, disappeared.  The movement of the blond's
hips along with the motion of his body indicated that if the
large cock massaging the crack of his firm ass had not already
entered, he wanted it in him.  He wanted to feel the warm length
as it reached deep inside giving him a warm pleasure.  He already
felt the grip of a sucking mouth and its probing tongue as it
reached out in ecstasy.

I had been so fascinated with this tableau, I had failed
to notice next to me another beautiful body cuffed into a sling.
Several leather men were tending to his needs.  A large cupboard
on the wall contained assorted toys varying in size by increments
to proportions it would be hard to believe anyone could take.

The youth was held in the sling in such a position that
his body was at just the right height for a number of pleasurable
acts.  At the moment one of the leather men was holding the
restrained figure on either side of his head as a giant cock
dangled, slapping a face whose mouth strained to close over the
swollen head.  Another taller fellow was playing with the prone
youth's tits, squeezing them between his forefingers and thumb,
twisting them.  A third was standing at the other end of the
sling.  Having just selected one of the many toys from among the
collection, he was applying lubricant to its flexible shaft and
well formed, rounded end.  After applying more lubricant to the
youth's anxiously waiting orifice, he gently inserted the bulbous
end until the waiting hole had closed over it, grasping it.

By now the youth's mouth had captured the tantalizing
piece of meat that had so teased his lips, slapped his cheeks,
thrilled his eyes with its dancing motions.  It was firmly held
as the sucking throat strained to draw more of its growing length
into his mouth.  As the thick cock moved back and forth between
the tightly grasping lips, heavy balls would slap again and again
across the youth's nose.

His hands has been cuffed, as well as his feet, to the
chains that held the sling.  The hands opened and closed as if
grasping at invisible cocks and balls, to hold them, to play with
them.  The first dildo had now been replaced by a larger one, one
with a bigger head.  The flange around the sculptured end was the
realization of the perfect hardon.  The shaft was ribbed, and it
was stiff.  As it was moved in and out of between the crack in
the youth's small butt, the tight hole grasped it seeming to pull
more and more of the instrument inside him.

He writhed in ecstasy.  His tits were being manipulated.
The tips of both were now taut, standing up, wanting more of the
pleasurable torture that was being applied.  His mouth was
filled.  The large, heavy tool that is had captured had swollen
more; the balls slammed downwards into his face with even more
urgency.  The large toy inside him twisted, retreated, and then
reached even further up, deep inside.  His own cock, at first
flaccid, had slowly stretched out, risen, and was now standing
almost straight up.  As the motions increased it quivered,
pointing towards the rafters, straining.

The youth twisted, his body begging to have more.
Suddenly he convulsed in an orgasm of pure joy.  The hard prick
in his mouth bathed and soothed his wanting throat, reaching
downward inside him to meet the pleasure giving intruder probing
and massaging its way further upwards into his moist inner
depths.  They were going to meet!  The youth's roaring hardon
stretched skyward, uncontrollably quivered as its rounded,
purplish head glistened.  Suddenly the slit at the end opened.
Pearly fluid burst forth.  A fountain of thrill releasing joy,
followed by another and yet another flowed upwards, arcing, and
falling back on his tortured tits, soothing them, lubricating the
fingers that still worked feverishly on them.

His mouth drained the love juice from the heavy member
still firmly planted there, trying to draw more from it.  The
dildo that had so pleasured his ass was slowly being withdrawn.
The hole grasped at it, reluctantly allowing the toy to retreat.
As the giant implement inched its way out of the youth, his cock,
now lying askew on the cum soaked pubic hair, convulsed into
sudden erection spewing forth yet one more pearly glob of thick
cream.

Just at this moment, a blond, crew cut, man suddenly
sank his mouth over the anxious cock, sucking it deep into his
throat draining the last drop.  He held it for a interminable
moment.  Finally releasing his hold on the now mortally wounded
warrior, he began to tongue his way through the tangled bush of
cum soaked curls, cleaning them.  Slowly he worked his way up
across the flat stomach, skillfully flicking away each droplet of
juice that had fallen.  Bathing the pecs the tongue now teased
the tortured tits, soothing them, smothering them with warm,
moist comfort.

As he bent over the youth, gently caressing first one
nipple and then the other, the leather man who had been using the
toy on the youth shackled in the sling, now turned his attention
to the newcomer as he inserted his rock hard cock deep inside the
waiting ass.  Reaching around the bent figure as its mouth
ravished the immobilized youth, the leather man pulled himself
closer, deeper inside.  Grabbing the hard cock in front, he
wrapped the fingers of both hands tightly around the firm shaft.
He pumped the tightly clenched fists up and down in rhythm as his
own cock pounded inside the willing cavity.

The youth, still shackled in the sling lay there
watching.  His mortally wounded warrior began to arise from the
dead.  This was all the cum licking, tongue soothing newcomer
needed.  In a flash his mouth sank over the waiting tool drawing
it in its full length, his throat open and closing about the
swollen head, teasing it, tempting it.

By this time, I had become aware that my own cock had
become painfully trapped down my Levi leg.  It, too, wanted to
get some of the action.  Subconsciously my left hand dropped down
and stroked the firmness that was straining against the fabric of
my left leg.  As I watched the on going scenes of sexual joy that
were taking place around me, my cock hardened.  Now I could feel
the head stretching almost half way to my knee.  I rubbed the
cloth that covered the round end imparting pleasure to it.

A young man in his early twenties came up beside me,
looked down at my swelling tool and my hand movements.  His
levies were already open and he held in his hand a long shaft of
beautiful proportions which he gently massaged.

"Go ahead," he said.  "Take it out.  Play with it.  I
want to watch you pump that beautiful piece of meat."  As he said
this he moved his hand back and forth slowly first revealing the
shiny, purplish head aching for relief.  And then he would move
his hand all the way the other way, closing his fingers tightly
about the shaft, clenching them.

I didn't need coaxing -- and god only knows my meat
didn't.  I undid the zipper and began to work my now thickening,
throbbing prick from its confines.

"Yeah," he muttered as his hand intensified its activity
on a now fully elongated, hard shaft.  "Let me see it!  Let me
see you jack it off!"  With that he now reached down with the
other hand, firmly grasped the ball sac that had moved so
rhythmically with his strokes and drew it downwards as he
continued his pumping motions.

His eyes were glued on my cock which now rivaled his in
size and hardness.  I moved my hand up and down the solid
firmness unhurriedly.  My fingers delighted in the flesh they so
tightly grasped.  My tool quivered at the torturous pleasure of
the strong fist clenched around it, drawing it closer and closer
to sheer joy.  It seemed to lengthen, grow more than I had ever
known it to.  The gaze he lavished on it seemed to bath it in
warmth and desire.

The lubricant that the leather man had been using on the
toys was nearby.  With one hand he scooped up a handful, rubbed
it on both hands.  As he did so, the free cock stood straight
out, the angry head purple and glazed, the slit at the end
quivering.

Almost as quickly as he had released it, he had his
organ back in well lubricated hands working like a slow motion
piston.  He coaxed his balls in the opposite direction.  The
implement shone!  It was a glorious sight.  I, too, reached over
and took some of the cream and spread it on my shaft, soothing
it, prolonging the anxiety as I began to mirror his actions,
manipulating my balls as I jacked off.

He was shirtless wearing only a leather arm band.  His
Levis had dropped to below his knees.  The muscles of his legs
tightened.  A slow convulsion spread across the washboard
stomach.  The hard pecs with nipples erect tightened.  His head
went back as a load moan issued from his open mouth.  The well
lubricated tool slipped back and forth through his tightly
clenched fist, the head bobby back and forth in a frenzied dance.
The slit at the tip opened.  A thick wad of pearly cream sprung
forth.  As if shot from a cannon it arced upwards and away from
him before falling.  Again and again he erupted.

My left hand increased its pumping motion and the right
one firmly grasped my balls torturing them with anticipation.  I
felt the juice begin to flow, slowly, painfully up the shaft so
tightly held by my stroking fingers.  I, too, shot my load.  Over
and over I revelled in the joyful pressure of the cum forcing its
way to freedom.

We both kept jacking our pricks up and down.  The
visible rewards lessened.  The pearly white cream no longer
flooded in torrents from the two tools, but the tortured thrill
and desire for more kept us both from abandoning our flagging
warriors.  As he continued to milk one more drop and then yet
another from that fascinating organ, he looked up from my still
slowly moving hands and directly at me.  "Man, that's beautiful!
That's really beautiful!"

In my relaxed mood, the urgency had gone, and I could
not watch the orgy around me in a more leisurely fashion.  I had
already removed my shirt much earlier in the action and now I
decided to remove my Levis that had fallen to my ankles, rather
than put them back on.  My now temporarily satiated tool swung
heavily, aching with the self-indulgent rapture so recently
granted it.  The ball sac, too, ached with pleasure.

Their freedom was short lived, however.  One of the
leather men approached me.  He wore a studded leather harness
that formed an "X" across his well formed, thick chest and went
over his broad shoulders.  On his left arm, covering a bulging
bicep was a leather arm band, with a ring attached.

Most striking of all, however, were the skin tight black
leather chaps that he wore.  From between the shiny black
leather clad legs was an area of white skin and then a tangle of
dark, curly hair.  Through a studded leather cock ring hung the
most wonderful, thick member and two balls nestled in a tight
sac.  It was obvious that this well sculptured implement was
meant for pleasure -- both its and whoever had the good fortune
to even momentarily gratify it.

He grabbed my cock and balls and drew me towards him.
The other arm wrapped about my waist.  The large hand glided
across one of my buns.  A finger, every so skillfully, slipped
into me crack and probed the warm hole hidden there.  Thrilled
both with the touch and anticipation, I moved back on it, urging
him on.

"Suck my tit," he commanded.  I looked at the well
formed pecs, the taut nipples.  For a moment I was undecided.
Which one?  The decision was made for me.  The arm that was
wrapped around me gently, but firmly, coaxed me downwards and my
lips closed over the brown circle.  My tongue gladly teased the
firm protrusion in its center as his finger, finding its goal,
began a steady pressure and finally penetrated inside me.

I moved involuntarily at the first pain of entry,
sucking his tit even further into my mouth.  I then gently
nibbled at the hard nipple as his finger probed and explored.  He
knew what he was doing.  He was a master.  That delightful digit
stroked areas that caused previously unknown sensations of
exhilaration and expectation.  The cock and balls that he so
firmly grasped came instantly to life.

His finger slipped from inside of me.  I looked up him
in hurt wonder, hoping upon hope that he had not changed his
mind.  From beneath a visored leather motorcycle cap he looked
down at me.  As the arm that held my balls and cock extended
downwards I could feel my knees beginning to buckle.  "Suck my
dick," he commanded as he release his hold on my vitals and put
both hands on my shoulders guiding me to my task.

He didn't have to ask.  I would have gladly taken his
monster for the sheer delight of just tasting it, having it in my
mouth.  But if he wanted to order me to do it, so be it.  I would
willingly be his slave just to have that giant protrusion firmly
in my throat's grasp.  My lips closed over the large head, tongue
slowly exploring the well defined flange around the end.  Before
I had finished tracing the crease at the juncture of the large
firm tip and the heavy shaft, pressure on the back of my head and
neck forced  it into my mouth, more than filling it with warm,
salty meat.  It slipped onwards and down my throat.  I almost
gasped for breath as the size of it was about to gag me.  But I
quickly recovered.  I sucked on it, sucked on it harder than I
had ever sucked on a cock before.

It responded by moving further down my now desirous
throat.  I wanted to see how much of it I could take, how much of
if there was to take.  I wanted that thick, pulsing, living thing
as deep down my throat as I could get it.  I wanted whatever it
had to offer me.  I wanted it more than I had ever wanted
anything in my life.  As I sucked, my hands involuntarily reached
for the sac that rubbed against my chin, to massage it, to thrill
the balls inside.  My eyes looked upwards across the black
leather belt of the chaps, past the muscled stomach and the large
pecs captured in its leather harness, at his face.  He was
staring down at me as he firmly grasped my head, moving it back
and forth on that giant piston.

In my mind I saw that thick member sliding in an out of
my throat.  I felt it moving back and forth as I sucked harder
and harder on it, praying for the reward that I knew must be
there, had to be there!

"Lick my balls," he commanded.  Reluctantly I began to
release his swollen tool, but not fast enough.  Pulling my head
back sharply, he said again, authoritatively, "Lick those balls!"
I did as I was ordered.  I captured the sac with my lips and
sucked it into my mouth, tonguing first one ball and then the
other.

"That's it.  Suck them good."  That gorgeous hunk of
meat slapped against my nose.  The studs on the cock ring
glistened in the dim light.  The long shaft before my eyes, grew.
I could see it pulse as it changed size.  My mouth worked
voraciously on those balls.

"Let 'em go.  Let 'em hang!"  This time I did as I was
ordered.  I wondered why he wanted me to stop.  I wanted to suck
them more -- to suck that long, hard dick more.  I didn't want to
stop.  I looked up at him with a hurt expression.  He smiled down
at me.  "Don't worry kid, you'll get all you can take of that hot
cock and then some."  I felt relieved, but wondered what he meant
by "and then some."

At his back, where I had not noticed it before, slapping
against his bare ass, hanging from the belt of the chaps was a
large leather dildo in the shape of a giant cock.  It must have
been 18 inches long and at least two inches in diameter.  As he
reached for it with one hand, the other grasped the back of my
neck.  Soon the toy was lose, and he was rubbing my face with it,
gently but firmly slapping my lips.  He began to ease me back
onto some nearby cushions as he bent over me.  The black leather
dildo was being forced between my lips, his large cock pointing
down at me so invitingly, those balls that I had so gleefully
sucked swinging free.  I imagined that the black implement being
forced into my mouth was that beautiful thing I had had my lips
wrapped around only moments before.  The leather toy slipped
easily into my mouth.

"That's right.  Suck on that dude for a while.  Slick it
up, get it good and wet 'cause its gonna go where it'll do ya the
most good."  I did as I was told.  I wanted him to master me, to
make me his slave.  I would do anything for him if only he would
let me have his cock deep inside of me.  I wanted his juice like
I never wanted anything before.  I had to have it.  "Roll over,"
he commanded as he withdrew the well moistened leather implement
from my mouth.  His hand reached out to the nearby jar of
lubricant, took a large amount and began applying it to my ass
and then the crack.  As he did so, with the other hand he rubbed
the large leather prick against the crack forcing it wider and
wider with each stroke.

His finger found my willing hole.  And a second finger
followed.  I could feel them both inside me, slowly spreading me,
lubricating me.  And then I could feel a third object.  The black
leather dildo was in there too!  The fingers retreated, but the
long, flexible shaft continued on its journey deeper into me.  It
moved slowly, tantalizingly.  He would rotate it slightly
massaging me, sending new thrills surging through me.  I wanted
more of that wonderful toy.  I forced myself back on it, raising
my ass to greet its forward movement.  I was not disappointed.
More and more of it disappeared me.  "You like that, don't cha?"
he said.  I was too ecstatic to answer, I just squirmed to take
even more.  I was now almost to my knees, forcing my ass back to
receive his generous manifestations.

With his free hand he reached around and grasped my cock
and balls in a well lubricated hand and began manipulating them
as they had never been handled before.  The frenzied joy I felt
made we want more of the toy, more of his strong touch, more of
him.  I couldn't have enough.

"There," he said.  "Ya got it all."  He gently rolled me
over onto my back.  I could feel that wonderful thing inside me.
As I moved my ass I could feel that large leather instrument
inside me sending shivers of delight emanating from its entire
length.  As he knelt by my feet, he grasped both of my ankles
raising them and placing them on his shoulders.  Both of his
hands were free to play with the toy, manipulate it, thrill me
with it.  My hands were on my tool jacking it up and down as I
pushed downward on that lovely length reaching deep inside of me.

"Ya like that, don't cha?"  He kept up the slow,
tantalizingly erotic stimulation as I squirmed in sheer delight.
How long he kept this up I do not know.  All I know is that I was
suspended in a world of wondrous sensations.

I could feel the toy slowly being removed.  My ass tried
to grip it, preventing its retreat -- but to no avail.  I
continued to pump my own tool, feeling the shaft slide back and
forth in my hand as the fingers stroked the firmness.  The
leather dildo had now been complete withdrawn and I was beginning
to have a new sensation.  Something was forcing its way back into
me, something larger, something warm.  What ever it was I wanted
it.  I pushed down on it to help it find its way.  Suddenly, I
slid over a large object.  I could feel it inside me.  It was
warm.  It was alive.  I could feel it move.  His hand was inside
me.  I could feel the fingers gently massaging me imparting new
joys.  I pumped ever harder.  He was driving me wild -- he knew
what he was doing and he knew just what to touch, just how to
give me the most sensuous sensations.

He kept fucking me with his fist and hand giving me more
pleasure than I had ever known before.  My cock was not rock
hard, but it was long, anxious, and ready.  I could feel him
stimulating juices deep inside of me.  They began to rise.  I
pumped harder.  I forced myself further down on the intruder
trying to take more, to get more joy from it.  My cum burst forth
as if a water main had burst.  It was one giant gush of white,
pearly fluid shooting all over the place, never ending.  On and
one it flowed -- harder and harder I pumped feeling that hand
deep inside me probing, stimulating, pleasuring me.

Finally, it retreated.  My cock was spent.  I held it
tightly trying to wring one more drop of love from its tortured
head.  His hand slowly drew back.  I knew that it was about to
make that final move, exiting my grasping hole.  As it did, my
cock flooded forth, erupting creamy cum anew.  I came again, and
again.  Convulsion followed convulsion as wad after wad shot out
of me.

He let my ankles back down as he moved around me.  I was
still shooting.  I held my gun in two tight fists as if I were
trying to choke off the flow.  But it still exploded sending more
of my love juice flooding out.  He moved around me, now
straddling my face.

He knelt at my head, that wonderful cock of his hanging
down waiting to be sucked in by my mouth.  Its rugged thickness,
arching outwards from the ball sac swinging free behind it.  I
wished my mouth were large enough to capture everything that cock
ring held so tightly.  I wanted my lips to smother those gorgeous
objects now so close to my face.

"Not yet, kid," he admonished.  "Just watch."  As he
reached down and began to twist one of my nipples between his
fingers, his other hand started slowly jacking off that wonderful
tool.  He kept the head pointed down at my partially open lips.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.  Each time that
large head grew darker, angrier, more inviting.  My tongue
moistened my lips.  I wanted to soothe that tortured wand.
Slowly he began lowering it.  Grasping his cock near its base be
began slapping my face with it.  Each time it passed my anxious
mouth I tried to capture the inflamed end between my lips.  But
it always eluded me.  My tongue and throat cried out in
desperation to taste that giant dick.  My body writhed in
glorious pain.  My mind reeled in anticipation of having his cum,
of its running down my throat, of my tasting his salty manhood,
of draining that breathtaking instrument of all its cream.  I
strained forward.

Finally my parched lips closed around the firm, shiny
end, drawing into my mouth, sucking.  My mouth was filled with
his meat, and there was more.  My tongue explored the tip, the
head, licked the underside, trying to coax some refreshment from
him.  Deeper and deeper it sank into my throat.  My nose was
against the cock ring.  My frenzied tongue worked feverishly
against the shaft, begging, begging for a taste of his salty
sweet man juice.

Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, his bush came
crashing into my face.  Was this it?  Was he going to come?  He
grabbed the back of my head and held me down on the full length.
My lips could no longer stroke the steel hard rod, but my tongue
could still tease, coax, sooth the base that was still in my
mouth.  My throat could still suck on the head and the delightful
shaft it had captured.  I was going to have him.  I was going to
suck him dry.

The first load came hard against my throat.  The second,
third, I lost count!  Again and again he bathed my parched throat
with copious amounts of cum.  And I worked on that wondrous rock
hard cock to get more.  I would drain that dude like he'd never
been drained before.  Harder and harder I sucked, tongued; and
the harder he held my head in place with my lips wrapped around
his cock ring.  Slowly, he began to relax, letting me back off
and then voraciously recapture all that I had held.  I worked
like a mad man, drawing his implement deep down my throat,
releasing it, tonguing it, and then drawing it deep inside me
again.

He threw his head back, moaned.  My mouth and throat
were filled with thick cream.  Now it poured out of that big cock
in an uninterrupted flow filling my mouth.  I swallowed, not
wanting to lose a drop.  I couldn't take it as fast as he was
giving it to me.  It began to run out of the corners of my mouth.
I pushed my head up, taking everything there was, shoving it as
far down my throat as it would go.  I sucked, drank, sucked, drew
his cum deep down into me.  His shaft was not as hard as before.
I could now begin to move it around in my mouth, lovingly sooth
it with my tongue, lick the underside of it, bath the tortured
head.  Again, I could taste more of his manhood pouring out into
my unrelenting mouth delighting me to even more frantic
movements.

He began to remove his love instrument from my mouth.  I
followed it.  It escaped my lips.  I reached out with my tongue,
grasping the underside of the head with it, drawing it back.  Yet
another drop began to issue from the tip.  I licked it clean and
wanted more.  In one frantic lunge, he once again pulled my head
hard against him, his now flexible shaft reaching far down my
throat.  He convulsed in a single fantastic spasm granting one
last, delicious load of his cum.  He held me tightly as I drank.
My throat milked that warm hunk of meat, taking every last drop.

"Oh gawd!"  He relaxed his grip on my head once again
and it fell back on the cushions.  I could see hanging just above
me face that wonderful piece of man meat I had just drained.  It
was thick and round.  Now the head swung slightly as it pointed
downwards to where it had lost its load.  The balls that had
rested on my forehead hung loosely.  Framed by the black leather
of his chaps, the sight was beginning to make me hot again. Still
holding tightly to my own tool with one hand, the other reached
up involuntarily taking his cock in it and beginning to stroke it
back and forth -- hoping.

Then, my eyes began to focus on other things.  Standing
around me were several more leather men, wearing harnesses, two
with leather cock rings, one without.  They had roaring hardons
and were jacking off over me.  The fury with which they pumped
made their balls dance.  I stroked my own tool with one hand as
the other kept its firm grasp on the still moist cock I had so
lovingly sucked dry, pumping.  The three rock hard cocks above me
began to show the tortured signs of being close to shooting.  My
cock began to stiffen.  The one in my other hand also showed
signs of new life as it lengthened, thickened as I stroked it.

Suddenly, white cum spurted in all directions.  The
three over me shot wads of warm cream all over me.  My cock, now
stretched to it full dimensions, joined in as I furiously pumped
it.  The handful I had still firmly in my grip above my head
began to give evidence that my efforts were not to go unrewarded.
I stroked it back and forth as a giant drop of cream began to
appear at the end.  I pointed it downwards towards my face as I
held my mouth open in expectation.  Slowly the drop fell.  I
caught it between my lips, the salty taste sliding down my
tongue.  And then what I had hoped for, had prayed for.  He shot.
Frantically, I maneuvered his cock so I could once more taste
that man juice of his.  Load after load of warm, salty sweet
cream poured out of that angry head.  And load after load I
caught in my waiting mouth, letting it roll back and down my
throat.  With each load, I drew him closer to me.  Finally I
closed my lips over the throbbing head as I sucked the warm shaft
back, deep down my throat, draining it of its reward for me.

I could feel more warm cum shooting all over me as I
sucked the large cock over and over again, drawing everything it
had to offer out.  Suddenly, I felt warm lips on my own tool,
closing over it, sliding down the long shaft, sucking.  The
stroking tongue drew yet another orgasm from deep inside me.  My
throat grasped the generous prick so lovingly flooding forth as I
sent new fountains of excitement shooting into the mouth that was
working for expertly on my cock.

Slowly I was being rolled over on my side.  As I turned
both the cock in my mouth and the mouth that so firmly held my
swollen tool moved together.  Then it dawned on me.  The leather
man whose meat I so desperately wanted, that I had now sucked off
twice was sucking me off.  I drew his tool further down my
throat, sucking on the round full head.  My tongue teased and
coaxed the long, hard shaft.  His mouth was repeating the actions
on my thrilled love instrument.  Together we came.  We gave each
other everything we had.  We both sucked drawing cocks, cum, love
deep inside of us.  I held him tightly, hoping that it would
never end.