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I was stunned, and momentarily blinded by the lights of the car. As I watched her taillights turn the corner at the far end of the berm, my first reaction was fear. Now totally in the open, I wanted to get off the top of the dam and under cover, but with my night vision obliterated by the headlights, I dare not risk stepping off on the steep slope.

So I quickly knelt, and closed my eyes, trying to force my pupils to open back up. I realized my breathing was erratic, made worse when I heard a dog barking as my wife passed by the houses in the distance. I opened my eyes, and watched her pull out onto the main road and disappear.

I waited a few minutes, thinking this was a joke and she would quickly return. My ass throbbed around the plug as I knelt, my position increasing the pressure. Slowly I came to the realization that I should move. I knew the trail off the dam at the far end, and quickly headed that way, every slap of my sandals seeming to echo across the lake.

As I stepped off the berm onto the steep trail, I quickly realized the need to slow down. The loose gravel was slippery under the sandals, and with my hands bound there would be little I could do to protect myself if I fell. With slow, easy steps, I finally made it to the bottom.

Now that I was out of sight of the houses, I paused to take stock. Even through my near panic on top of the dam, I had quickly realized what she was up to. The trail I stood on wound along the creek behind a large neighborhood until it reached the interstate highway. There you had three choices. You could go right, crossing the creek and making your way along trails to a convenience store, and another large neighborhood.

You could follow the creek under the interstate, and follow the trails to two other large neighborhoods, which were just on the other side. Or you could go left, across a large open field, past a large church, and up the service road to another trail that led to our neighborhood. Over the years we had learned these trails well, finding them to be a great place to let our dogs run, so I knew exactly where to go. I assumed I would find her parked by the church, waiting for me.

In the moonlight, my nakedness was very apparent now that my night vision had returned. The sheen of the nylons reflected the low light of the moon, my cock now hanging loosely between my legs. With my hands bound, I could do nothing to cover myself. And without my hands for balance, and with sandals on my feet, the likelihood of running down an uneven trail without getting hurt was nil.

Exploring my bonds with my fingers, I realized that she had used a simple snap ring to connect the D-rings on my wrist cuffs. Playing with it between my fingers, I knew without a doubt that I could disconnect my wrists.

So even though I was naked, save for women's garters and nylons, she had thought to make it possible for me to free my wrists should I get in to some type of trouble. I made an instantaneous decision to use this out only if absolutely needed. She clearly intended for me to know the fear of being bound, and I wasn't going to deprive her of that without cause. Further, now that I understood the game, I found it exciting. I was confident I could navigate to the church, which I estimated was about a mile away, without much trouble.

With my first step down the trail, I was reminded of the plug up my ass. The fullness was pleasurable, and despite my fear, and my pounding heart, my cock was swollen as it hung loosely between my legs. Even though it wasn't hard, I imagined with no lack of vanity that it would look impressive. As I walked carefully across the rough ground, there was no doubt that the sensations from the butt plug, and from my cock swinging freely back and forth, would keep me on the verge of total arousal.

The narrow copse of woods played out quickly as the trail shifted right to hug the edge of the creek. Flash floods were common from seasonal rains, and as a result, the creek was cut wide and deep. The resultant ravine was filled with the logs of fallen tress and the refuse of humanity, washed out of the vast neighborhoods.

I was careful to stay away from the edge, which I knew from experience to be unstable in places, as I approached the fence line at the back of the first home. Here I paused in the shadows, looking down the trail that I knew followed the back of numerous tightly spaced properties as it made its way to the interstate.

The homes varied from 30 to 100 yards off the trail. As it curved off to the left, following the creek, I could see that many parts were well illuminated by the lights from the homes, depending on the location of the home and the trees. Suddenly, my nervousness was back.

With my hands bound behind my back, they lay flat against the base of the butt plug. As I touched it now, I knew I could easily remove it. But I knew just as well that I wouldn't dare. With my fingertips, I toyed with it for a moment, then pressed it deeper into my ass. The feeling was wonderful, as evidenced by the twinge in my cock. Pressing once again, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows.

The first house was close to the trail and well lit, and as I hurried past I observed no one, thereby assuming no one observed me. The second house was dark, and I moved quickly to the shadows behind it, breathing easier. The third house was a little farther off, and also well lit, but again I saw no one. About halfway past it, a large dog suddenly sprang up and ran to the fence, barking wildly.

I almost panicked, both from fear of the dog, and fear of discovery. But the fence stopped the dog, and I made it to the next shadowy area, moving as far from the corner of his yard as I could. When I heard a door open and a whistle, I froze. From my vantage point, I could see the silhouette of an overweight man step out onto the porch and call for the dog. Reluctantly he gave up on me and turned back to the house. I didn't move a muscle until I heard the door close.

The thought of dogs hadn't occurred to me, but I knew where most of them were since they typically went nuts when I walked my own dogs past here. If I lived here, with a trail leading from the highway to the back of my house, and my dogs started barking at the shadows, I knew I'd investigate it carefully. Feeling my heart pound in my chest, I moved on, vowing to be more watchful.

I passed quite a few houses without incident, and on two occasions could see people inside, watching television or moving about the kitchen. One lady was in a thin nightgown, clearly not expecting anyone to be behind her house to see in her open curtains, or perhaps not caring. I took a good look, but the distance was to her advantage, as I could see little real detail.

At the next house that I knew had dogs, I moved carefully, but finally concluded the two that I remembered must be inside. As I moved along the trail, the sound of nylon rubbing against nylon at the top of my thighs seemed to me to be remarkably loud, and I tried to walk bow-legged to stop it. My mind was very active, and thinking back to the big man with the dog, I wondered what my wife expected me to do if I was found out here, naked and bound, wearing garters and stockings with a plug up my ass. The thought brought a mixture of fear and excitement.

The sound of the water over a small waterfall was a familiar landmark, and I knew I was a little over halfway to the church. There were about ten houses left, and I found myself walking more slowly through the lighted areas, actually turned on by the fact that I was so exposed and helpless. The ass plug was working its magic, causing significant distraction.

I almost wanted to be seen, as I passed by another well-lit house, two people evident in front of a television in a darkened room. I was moving much slower now, enjoying the risk. However, when a small dog started barking, I quickly snapped back to reality and moved with haste to the next shadows, my heart pounding. As I moved further on, I found myself wondering hopefully if the people watching television had noticed me.

Finally I passed the last house and the trail took a sharp curve to the right. Following around past a thick stand of trees, my heart skipped again when the trail straightened out. I had been hearing the traffic on the interstate for some time, and now it lay in front of me, about 200 yards away. As usual for this time of night, there were a fair amount of cars on the highway. But more alarming was the light. And worse yet was the empty parking lot. My wife wasn't there.

The land along the interstate was open, but overgrown by patches of brush and small groups of scrappy little trees. The growth along the creek was dense, but everywhere else it was intermittent. To my left, towards the church, the land had been cleared, leaving an open field. It was about 200 yards across the field to the church parking lot, a distance I had forgotten.

The church was very secluded, which presumably led to security issues. As a result, it was well lit, and every mercury vapor light in the large parking lot was glowing brightly, spreading light all the way across the field. In the night air, you could see a cone of orange light extending out about 20-30 yards from the edge of the paved area, but there was residual light that reached as far as the trees along the creek, right before me.

The secluded nature of the church was due, I often suspected, to low federal highway budgets. There was a service road running east and west along the side of the interstate that ended about 200 yards shy of the creek, right where the church was located. I knew if I crossed the creek to the right and walked about a quarter mile, the service road picked up again. So clearly it wasn't in the budget to build an expensive bridge across the creek.

North of the church lay the interstate, and to the south was the rest of the neighborhood I had been traversing, separated from the church property by fence lines. On the far side, to the west, was a sharp hill that was heavily wooded, part of the land owned by the church. In those woods, there was another trail to the back of my own neighborhood. Where I stood, to the east of the church, across a wide field and a huge, well-lit parking lot, the shelter of the wooded area and the trail home seemed a million miles away.

I was suddenly aware of my nakedness as I stood nervously in the shadows, hoping to see my wife pull up in the car. The warm, humid air, combined with my anxiety, left a layer of sweat across my body. The mosquitoes were very active here, and I knew that was from the wide, slow-moving area of water under the interstate bridge, forming what the government liked to label wetlands.

A good fifteen minutes had gone by, and I was beginning to be doubtful that my hopes of seeing her pull up were anything more than blind optimism. I knew it could well be within her to expectations to have me cross this open area. Finally it was the mosquitoes that made up my mind.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the shadows, leaving the trail to cross the open field. Once in the open, I maintained a steady pace, my hands on the snap ring holding my wrists together.

To get to the next trail, I knew I had to make my way to the service road, which meant I had to cut a diagonal across the field, making the total distance even greater. As I did so, I moved steadily away from the neighborhood, and steadily closer to the busy highway. My eyes were darting all around as I walked along, my bare cock swinging between my legs.

The garter belt was pale pink, and the nylons were either black or dark brown. Even though the combination of mercury vapor lights and moonlight was likely not as bright as I imagined, at least in this part of the field, it seemed to me that the pink almost glowed against my tanned skin, and that the shine from the nylons was like a beacon. While the overall effect may have been exaggerated in my active mind, there could be little doubt that the light was getting brighter as I moved towards the parking lot.

I was now about halfway across the field, almost in the dead center. The nearest shelter was to my left or behind me, about 100 yards away, and I was moving in the wrong direction. I could feel the butt plug with every step, and now imagined that its hot pink color was evident to every car on the highway.

I had no clue if people in the passing vehicles could see me, or were even looking this way, but as I watched the cars pass just over 100 yards away, it was hard for me to imagine otherwise. Once again I realized the mixture of abject fear, and intense excitement, that my wife could orchestrate so well. The sheen from the sweat on my chest was now clearly visible in the orange glow of the lights.

As I moved on, I became distinctly aware of the point in front of me where the cone of light from the tall standards started. The point was drawing steadily closer with every step. Looking beyond, I could see the rise of land on the opposite side of the parking lot, and realized once I reached that far the swale would offer some cover from at least the eastbound traffic. It wasn't much, but I clung to it.

It suddenly dawned on me that my wife was likely in a position where she could watch this display. Searching all around, I could find no evidence of this, but realized it was probably true. To do so would be in keeping with her nature. I steadied my pace, determined not to appear I was rushing out of fear. Perhaps she was at home, watching television, but odds were she was watching me with intense interest at this very moment.

It was only another minute, and I was at the cone of light, still a good 30 yards from the pavement. I counted the last steps, barely breathing, as my heart pounded in my chest, and without breaking stride I stepped into the light. It wasn't as dramatic as I had imagined, but now with each step the intensity increased significantly. Before I reached the pavement, I stepped into the direct glare of the overhead light, my vision now suddenly obscured by the brightness.

When I stepped onto the pavement, I slowed slightly, wanting some small victory should she be watching. It was about forty yards across the pavement, and I was now in a boldly lit area. My hands were bound, offering no shelter for my naked cock, which was swollen from the excitement, and the fear. I looked straight ahead as I moved along, the brushing of the nylons and my foot falls being the only sounds other than the busy highway.

I was more than halfway across the parking lot when the horn blared. I looked up to see the car slowing, brake lights on. The passenger window was coming down, and I could hear someone hooting loudly. For a moment, I thought they were going to pull over, but they kept going, and so did I. For whatever reason, I had just now realized that any one of the cars passing by could easily be a police cruiser, and it was not a comforting thought.

It seemed forever, but I finally reached the far side of the pavement. As I moved across the grass, it was almost as if I could feel the bright lights on my bare ass, the hot pink plug glowing obscenely. Easing across the lawn, the church looming just a short distance to my left, I was soon under the cover of trees, and began to breathe normally once again. My attention was now focused on the service road, knowing a police car, or any other, would have to come from that direction. There was a crossroad about a half-mile ahead, where cars could enter and exit the interstate.

My destination was the next trail, leading to my own neighborhood, and to reach it, I was forced to move to the service road due to the density of the woods west of the church. The land was rising quickly, and as I reached the paved roadway I was once again nervous. The road was cut into the rising hill, and with every step the embankment to my left rose up steeper and steeper.

I was less exposed to the interstate, which now fell away below me to my right; however, the moonlight left me well highlighted against the rising embankment. So I knew I could be seen, and my biggest danger was a car turning onto the service road, since I had no where to run except back the way I came.

I followed the road about 100 yards, and thankfully came to the point where I could turn off to the left. The embankment here, while still high, was not quite as steep, and a path had been cut into it by foot traffic, deepened by the run-off of rain. I turned upward, finding the going very treacherous in sandals, my hands bound. While I wanted to hurry, I had no choice but to take my time, even though I was very exposed as I rose above the roadway in the moonlight.

When I finally reached the top, I had to pause and catch my breath. The sweat was real now, and I was breathing hard from the long hike up the hill, followed by the climb up the embankment. The trail I wanted picked up here, under a large oak tree that brought many memories. Some time back, my wife and I had taken turns tying each other to a cord dangling from one of the overhead limbs.

High above the highway, in a wide-open space that faced the interstate, but was otherwise sheltered to the east and west, it had been an incredibly exciting sexual experience. Naked and helpless, we had each enjoyed the thrill of looking down on the passing traffic as we were fucked. We had left the cord in the tree, and vowed a repeat that had never happened. I now looked at the cord, hanging over the trail at head level, with fondness.

The woods here were very thick, and as a result it was much darker. I knew the area well, but moved carefully nonetheless. At the next bend, I knew I would move into a clearing, where the church members had built an outdoor service area. Consisting of benches built in amphitheater fashion out of timbers mounted on posts, it was a nice setting and a place where I had often made out with my wife after walking the dogs.

But at the moment, that was the farthest thing from my mind as I pondered my next step. This trail came out on a dead end at the back of our neighborhood, and our house was about a block or more up the road. Surely my wife would be waiting there.

In retrospect, the moment I stepped into the clearing I knew I had been set up. The three guys waiting there knew I was coming. They were waiting patiently for me, that much was clear. And waiting quietly, once they heard me coming. The shock of suddenly being face to face with them almost caused me to cry out, but instead I instantly turned and ran. I made it as far as the embankment before the big black guy cut me off.

I found myself standing under the big oak, surrounded by three young guys. Circling, I went face to face as I looked for options, acutely aware of how I must look, my fingers fumbling with the snap ring at my wrist.

'We thought you'd never show up.'

It was the tall, skinny blond, and his words led to my first conscious thought that my wife had engineered this. My hands went still as I tried to think things through, my chest heaving, and my elevated blood pressure causing a ringing in my ears. He had long naturally curly hair over bronze skin, and my first thought was 'Surfer Boy'.

'The bitch looks kind of cute like that.' It was the big black guy, and as I turned towards him he was looking me up and down. My hands spread to cover the hot pink plug in my ass, now a source of embarrassment.

'Out looking for a good time, faggot?' This time it was the shorter blond. He was a stocky build, and with his shirt off, the muscles in his arms and chest were proudly displayed. His words were not spoken kindly. I circled, still evaluating, still nervous. These guys were young, and perhaps my experience would be an advantage. But there were three of them, and even if I could handle the stocky guy, the big black stud was going to be a problem.

'What do you think guys?'

'She said do whatever we wanted.'

My heart skipped a beat. It was now a fact, this was her doing, and I quickly looked around, expecting to see her. But she wasn't around that I could see, and it didn't matter. I knew what was expected of me. It was obviously her wish that I be caught in this compromising situation, with all its implications. And her wish was always my command. I could feel my shoulders gradually sink as I accepted my fate, all thoughts of resistance fading as my head dropped, my eyes staring at the ground.

'Doesn't look like he's going to run.'

'She said he likes it. That true?'

'Must be, dressed like that.'

'Why don't you answer him bitch?'

It was the big black guy, and his deep voice demanded attention. My head came back up, and I turned to face him, silent.

'He asked you a question.'

'What?' I stammered, sounding very shaky.

'He asked if you liked to suck cock?'

I swallowed hard. I'd been here before, and I knew my next words would seal my fate. A part of me screamed for me to run. It was only a short distance to the dead end, and she might be there. If I kicked off the sandals, I could probably move pretty fast. I needed to get away, to get out of this fix. I knew that.

I felt a twinge in my dick as I answered. 'Yes.'

They shifted foot-to-foot, seemingly uneasy about my answer, but clearly excited.

'You'll suck our dicks bitch, all of us?'

I looked him in the eye, realizing I had never been with a black man. 'Didn't she tell you? I'll do whatever you tell me to do.'

My voice was much more confident. They were visibly stunned, but definitely excited, and one muttered, 'no shit'.

'Get down on your knees'. It was Surfer Boy, his voice sounding less confident than my own.

I looked all around, thinking once again she must be nearby, but there was no sign. I watched the flow of traffic below, wondering if anyone might happen to look this way and get an eyeful. A car turned onto the service road and all four of us paused, alert, but it immediately swung onto the entrance ramp. As we all breathed a collective sigh of relief, I slowly sank to my knees on the dirt. There were three strange crotches now at face level.

'I'll be damned.' It was the black guy. 'Lean forward, kiss my foot.'

Without hesitation, I leaned over and kissed his boot. 'Hot damn' was all he could say, the excitement of being in control clear in his voice.

As I kissed his other foot, I moved my hands, making sure it was possible for the other guys to see the hot pink plug protruding from my behind.

Surfer Boy's voice was excited. 'He's got something in his ass.'

'Bend back over.'

I did as I was told, as they all moved behind me. I lifted my ass as best I could with no hands for balance.

'What is that?'

'It's a butt plug,' I answered, enjoying the shock I was able to instill in them.

'How big is it?'

'Big enough. It feels really good.' It was an incredibly nasty feeling to be so bold.

They all laughed. 'This is going to be a hell of a night.'

I sat back up as they circled around once again. I was getting into it now, the excitement of three young healthy cocks so near exciting me more than I wanted to admit. The plug in my ass was a signal to them, so I knew my wife expected more than blowjobs. It was going to be a busy night, and the setting on top of this hill, the cars going by below, was exhilarating. I was ready to perform my service. 'Who wants to be first?'

That clearly excited them, but still they seemed hesitant. It wasn't clear if they were uncertain about letting another guy suck their cocks, or if they were shy about each other. Surfer Boy was closest, and I leaned forward and quickly laid a kiss right on his jean-covered crotch. He jumped back like I had bit him.

'God damn, the fag wants it bad.' It was the stocky kid. I really didn't like his attitude. Addressing me as a fag was way off base, and I found it offensive.

But the truth be known, he was right. I did want it bad, and I didn't want to lose this chance. Thinking I knew what the problem might be, I looked around at the group. 'Why don't all of you take your pants off at the same time?'

They all looked at each other, and I realized I guessed right. None of them wanted to be the first, in case one of them backed out. Then that guy could tell friends that so-and-so let another guy suck his dick. After a little talking they came to agreement, and I realized my idea was genius for another reason. As all three of them started removing their shoes, it was clear I was about to have three young cocks before me at once.

It seemed to take forever, but they were all finally taking off their pants with a noticeable degree of excitement. Surfer Boy had on shorts, and he was first, eagerly stripping off his shorts and boxers in one quick motion. His cock was already a hard 4-5 inches long. It bounced around nicely as he stood back up.

The other two guys were on the same schedule, and it was with intent that I looked at the stocky guy first. His cock was longer, and thicker by far, and despite my earlier feelings about him my mouth watered just looking at it. My own cock was stiffening fast. I turned to see what I really wanted. The big black guy stood erect, baring his half-rigid cock. I had secretly fantasized about a black man's cock, and now I had one in front of me.

Immediately I saw there were two myths that weren't exactly true. First was that all black guys had huge cocks. This guy wasn't huge, but he was definitely large, probably bigger than my own when he got fully hard, and thicker for certain. The second was that all black guys were uncut. This wasn't true either, as I was clearly looking at a circumcised cock. But I wasn't disappointed, to say the least. My excitement was now clearly showing as my cock extended out in front of me.

'The son of a bitching fag is hard.'

I can honestly say that on a day-to-day basis, guys don't turn me on like girls do. I never check out guys on the street, or look friends over, wondering what it might be like to have sex with them. Every so often I might be in a situation that brings thoughts of man-onman sex to mind, such as an innocent comment from a client that triggers a memory, but it was always awkward for me, and I simply don't look at guys as objects of desire as I do women.

Even when under orders to check men out in the restroom, as happened recently, I had to work at it. It just didn't come natural to me. So there was always a degree of surprise, when ordered to my knees before a hard cock or two, when I realized how much it turned me on, how much I truly wanted to be there. Now was such a time, and I was turned on and eager.

I looked around, and noted only the stocky guy was naked. I wanted totally naked boys hovering over me. 'Why don't you guys take off those shirts'?

They looked at each other, then shrugged and pulled them off. I looked around with glazed over eyes. 'Step closer.'

Now quiet, they all stepped in, until I was kneeling on the ground under three swinging dicks. Deciding to start in order of size, I turned to Surfer Boy. His hips were narrow and boyish, his stomach and chest flat. 'How old are you.'

He looked down at me, now obviously nervous. Inexplicably in charge while bound and naked, I was enjoying the control I had taken for the moment. '18.'

'Out of school?'

'I'm a senior.' The thought of jail time crossed my mind, but I knew it wouldn't be a deterrent. This was a willing boy, not a young girl with a potentially angry father. And I had no intention of stopping.

'Ever had a blowjob?'

The stocky guy spoke first. 'Jeez, what a fag.'

Then Surfer Boy chimed in. 'Yeah, of course.'

He had said it too eagerly, looking around at his friends, and I knew he was lying. This added to my excitement, as I pondered giving a young man his very first blowjob. I could never remember being this turned on about the prospect of sucking cock. At other times in the past, it always seemed the excitement came after I started.

I wasn't sure if it was due to my adventurous hike down the trail from the lake, culminated by boldly walking across a lighted field and parking lot in nothing but women's nylons. Or if perhaps I was merely learning to accept my true nature. But the normal reluctance and fear I felt at willingly being abused and humiliated by other guys was missing. I was turned on kneeling before these naked guys, looking forward to what I was about to do.

I looked up into his face and smiled. 'Never one like this.'

Leaning in, I took his entire cock into my mouth in one smooth motion. His smaller size allowed him to fit easily in my mouth, his pubic hair pressed against my nose. As I applied suction, the moan that escaped his lips was pure pleasure. His friends apparently liked what they saw.

'Damn. Look at that. The bitch is doing it.'

'How's it feel Ronald?' The tension in the stocky guy's voice was telling, and counter to the belligerence he had been showing.

Surfer Boy Ronald didn't answer. I started stroking his cock in and out of my mouth, moving my head back and forth. I let it come all the way out, then press back in between my lips until I had it all again. Over and over, steadily picking up the pace. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the big black dick I wanted so badly, and just beyond that the lights of cars passing on the highway.

I was naked except for women's garters and stockings, no clothes even available to put on if I had to. My hands were bound behind my back, and I was kneeling in the dirt with a high school student's cock in my mouth, two more waiting. We were in a wide-open space from which I could easily see a great distance, cars below zooming by in either direction. It was sheer ecstasy.

Apparently Surfer Boy loved it too. His eyes were closed and his moan was continuous. His hands came to my head and he started pumping my face as he held me in place. He must have been reading my mind as he started fucking my face the way I liked it. I relaxed and let him have me.

It didn't take long. Right there on that exposed hill where I had enjoyed exhibitionist sex with my wife so many weeks ago, I let a young stud pump his come into my mouth without a care for who might see. I felt his cock swell as his come poured out, and I swallowed every drop.

He finally stopped pumping my face with his cock buried as deep as it would go, his hands behind my head pulling me hard against him. His cock twitched in my mouth as the last of his come slipped down my throat. Finally he released his grip, his whole body relaxing in one motion. But I held on to my prize, feeling his cock softening in my mouth.

'Shit Ronald, that looked like fun. You like the bitch?'

'It was good man, it was good.' He was panting as he spoke.

'Well, let someone else have a turn, asshole.'

With that he pulled out and stepped back. I looked up at him and smiled again, then turned to my right to face the stocky guy, the one who clearly didn't like me. He was muscular, and his thick cock was rock hard, so there was something in this experience that turned him on. I looked him right in the eye. 'Use me, stud. Let me be your cock-sucking slut.'

He gave me a look of disgust, but needed no further encouragement, taking his cock in hand and rubbing it all over my face. I held his eyes as he had his fun, then opened my mouth wide when he finally brought it to my lips. He rubbed himself on my lips, and then plunged in deeply and harshly, making me gag immediately. I instinctively tried to pull away, but he wouldn't allow it, holding my head in place.

His thick cock was long enough to hit the back of my throat. He held my head firmly with a hand on either side and pummeled my mouth roughly. Every time his cock plunged in, I was fighting off a gag reflex. If I could get him to slow down for a moment, I could probably adjust, but he pumped relentlessly, uninterested in my discomfort.

'Damn, don't wear the bitch out. I still want a turn.'

'Don't worry man, he's a natural born cock-sucker.' It was Surfer Boy, now speaking like an expert on blowjobs.

The stocky guy ignored them, intent on using me. His fingers dug into my scalp as he plowed into my mouth, fucking my face without mercy. Despite his maliciousness, despite the discomfort, despite the fact that I was desperately trying to breathe through my nose, I liked it. I tried to focus on nothing but his hot meat passing back and forth over my tongue, my lips pressed hard around it.

My own cock was raging hard, attesting to the fact that his abuse was welcome, and as he forced me back onto my haunches, my own heels pushed the butt plug deeper into my ass. I wondered if he was capable of enjoying a leisurely cock sucking, or if he was always like this. One thing for certain, if his girlfriend didn't like this treatment, he could always come find me.

The cars going by down on the highway were a blur, as tears clouded my eyesight. I tried to blink them away, as the pounding of my mouth continued unabated. Finally I felt him start to tense up, and a low moan escaped from his lips. After another minute, he plunged in one more time, then exploded into the back of my throat.

The force of his orgasm was impressive, as was the volume of his flow. It caught me a little off guard, and I had to concentrate on swallowing to get it all. His whole body was arched up as he came in my mouth, his fingers digging painfully into my head. When he finally settled back down flat-footed, he was panting, a thin layer of sweat shining across his chest.

'Damn man, you got into that. Jeeezz.'