A Cock In The Hand - S01 E38

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A Cock In The Hand - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

The only other furniture in the room, besides the card table and four folding chairs, was a bed with an end table and lamp on it. There were four stacks of bills, I assumed to be their buy in, lying on the table.

I looked at the men, and the fear and anxiety that threatened to kill my hard-on was soon overtaken by the four rising cocks that hung in view, thanks to their open robes. All were bigger, semi-erect, than my fully erect cock, but smaller than Mark. I knew that was no coincidence. The thought of servicing all four, shamefully kept my cock at full attention.

The first man was a tall, stocky, Black man in his forties or fifties. It looked like he had a wedding ring on.

The second was a slim-bodied young man with long brown hair in a ponytail and wedding ring. The third, a slightly pudgy, balding man in his mid-forties and also a wedding ring. The last was a shorter, slender young man in his twenties, toned and fit like a distance runner, maybe. He had an earring, but no wedding ring in sight, with short black hair in almost a crew cut.

All were cut except the young man, and my mind was already wondering how his cock would feel in my mouth. It was surreal, that my mind so quickly accepted that four strangers were going to use me, and that I was ready to comply.

"Only a couple ground rules, gents. CC is yours to command, but you may not, under any circumstances, remove the mask or try to determine his identity. He serves you at my whim and I can rescind the offer at any time with no refund." He picked up the rest of the money and put it in his robe’s pocket.

"No unnecessary punishment please. This should be enjoyable to all. He can be abstinent at times, but the persuader seems very effective for those rare occasions.”

"You've all checked out for medical clearance, so bareback is fine. But as always, play at your own risk. No piss or scat. This is my home, not a bathroom. CC, they have also taken steps to clean themselves as a rule of admission.

"Please enjoy. You have the place for up to four hours. Discretion is the main rule. There should be no use of real names or attempts to connect outside of this room. When you are satisfied, ring that bell on the nightstand and I will return."

"CC, you are to obey every command that does not cause harm and you may come when given permission. Gentleman, my only suggestion is to let CC get the feel and taste of you by means of introduction. That way you can all get to know one another before getting fully engaged. Does that sound good?"

"Yes sir," they said in unison.

"That's your cue, CC. Knees, please." He pointed to the floor in front of my new 'Poker Buddies’. "Make sure CC cleans up any escaped jizz. He has a vacuum tongue."

They stood in a semi-circle and stared at me in anticipation, with a mixture of joy and lust, that had my cock throbbing. I had experienced two cocks so far, thanks to the illustrious Officer Reeves and his keen interest in my case, but as I dropped to my knees, I knew I needed to taste each of them.

There I was on my knees in front of the Black 'bull' of the group. On his left was the pudgy middle-aged man, and to the left of him was the youngest with the crew cut and earring. The long-haired young man was to the right. The youngest was rapidly approaching a full hard-on like me, and the other three were pointing slightly down to straight ahead and rising.

I pondered how to approach the variety of choices that faced me. One in the mouth, one in each hand... Maybe a game of suck, suck, goose, so they all get some attention. But then I decided it would be best to focus on one at a time, using my superpower to its fullest on each one, while the other three could fight it out for my hands.

The bull read my mind and stepped forward, gripped his cock with one hand and the back of my head with the other, feeding me his dark meat. His scent was less pungent than Mark’s, but his taste was a bit saltier. I hummed as I took him in, and he quickly used his hand to set the pace.

He pushed in halfway then backed out, grunting with pleasure. "Oh yeah," he growled. "Go for it, Cock-whore."

I reached out both hands and soon had a cock in each, stroking them slowly. It was hard to tell which one was warmest, but I think my pudgy friend was the winner. I relaxed my throat, as the bull controlled my depth and pace. My grip on the two cocks tightened, and I stroked them in time with my head bobs.

The bull pulled me forward, as he continued his slow methodical face-fuck. My cock was hard enough to pound nails, as the cocks in my hand followed suit and grew stiffer by the second.

I leaned precariously forward using the cocks in my hands for balance, as I heard the young guy rustling behind me. Suddenly, I felt something completely surprising. The young man's hands gripped my hips, as his lips touched my ass cheek.

It was a shock, as my whole experience with other men was simply being a fuck-toy. Mark and Officer Reeves showed no inkling to pleasure me, other than watch me masturbate with a dildo in my ass. Next, I felt his tongue swirl on my cheek before slipping into my ass crack.

I whimpered onto the cock in my mouth, as his tongue tickled my sphincter. I nearly fell forward as I rose up to make it easier for him, but my grip on the two unfamiliar cocks, helped me regain my balance. After a few teasing tongue swipes, he pushed my knees wider and positioned himself on the floor and wiggled his head beneath me.

I squealed, as his tongue teased my balls, and lowered myself to meet him. He lapped at them teasingly before pulling my ass down to meet his tongue for real. It was a sensation I had never felt, and I groaned in response.

The long-haired dude laughed, "Holy shit, kid. Eating the bitch’s pussy? You don't know where that's been."

It was all too much! Three cocks and a tongue. It was impossible to focus, but I did my best to give first attention to the cock in my mouth. He had slowly begun to push himself a little deeper into my throat, and I needed to be Captain Cock-whore, able to deepthroat any cock any size.

With my directed focus, I managed to work him in all the way, when suddenly, the tongue pressed into my asshole, probing me, as I sucked and stroked the others. I groaned and sucked the cock harder in response.

"Fuck, take it all bitch!" growled the bull.

I moaned and nodded, as the tongue left my ass. Next, he wormed his body up between my legs and with his torso under my bull. I sucked harder and faster, as I felt 'crewcut' line up his cock head with my asshole. When he began to press it against me, I lowered myself slowly onto his big cock.

The pain seemed intense at first, but quickly passed as I worked him in and out a few times. This caused me to lose focus on the cock in my mouth, and he let me know with a gentle head slap. I returned my focus to bringing him to climax and found a rhythm of bouncing my ass on Crewcut’s cock and bobbing on the bull. Somehow, my hands moved at a different pace.

I felt like a one-man band trying to play multiple instruments at once. A cock-ficionado giving an all-star performance. I groaned in rhythm, as I took the length of my bull's cock.

My own cock tingled intensely, as Crewcut’s cock pounded my prostate, and I began to lose focus again. But Bull groaned deeply, letting me know he was close, bringing me back to the need to finish him off. I sucked harder, feeling his veiny stiffness with my lips as I bobbed. His pre-cum oozed, coating my tongue with his creamy sweetness.

In the back of my mind, it registered, that I was now aware of the fact that pre-cum had a sweeter flavor than full-on ejaculated cum. A fact that had alluded me my entire life before meeting Mark-fucking-Thomas and Officer-fucking-Reeves.

And in my cock-drunk state, all that mattered was taking a load from Bull, who was so close. I whimpered as I thrusted a little harder and sucked for all I was worth, letting him know how much I wanted his cum in my mouth. His hips rocked, slamming his balls against my chin, as I took his length.

He groaned loudly and deeply, as he was ready to unload. Unlike Mark and Officer Reeves, he pulled out until just his head was in my mouth, as the first blast of spunk flooded my tongue. I swirled my tongue on his sensitive tip, as his bitter sweetness covered my taste buds. He grunted spastically, as my tongue wiggled; his body shuddered with each rapid-fire blast of spunk.

I swallowed repeatedly, as I bobbed on his tip, taking only half his length, but never letting my tongue stop moving on his magic spot. His jizz seemed sweeter than Mark's and there was so much of it. Such a powerful man coming hard, but somehow so much more controlled and gentler.