A Cock in the Hand Ch. 08

"Oh fuck! Go Captain, Ah! Fucking. Ah! Cock-whore. Oh fuck!" he grunted, as I lunged him into my mouth and back out to the tip at a firm, fast pace. He just stood still, as I fucked him with my mouth, needing to taste his cum and complete the trifecta.

Even as I worked toward my next prize, I knew I had to taste them all including Crewcut, who remained in my ass, and was beginning to stiffen again. Hippie seemed the perfect size for me. I could take him all the way, and could hold him there longer than Mark's ten inches, before the gag reflex took over. His ass was firm and round, and each cheek filled my hand nicely.

I felt so in control as I did all the work, and sensed his growing excitement. As his climax neared, I wished I had a chance to cleanse my palate as the taste of Bull and Pudgy lingered. I could feel his pre-cum hitting my tongue, even but with the coating of cum already there.

My own cock was stiffening by the second, and the feel of Crewcut's cock rubbing against my taint as my hips rolled was incredible.

Hippie's grunts let me know I would soon be getting my wish. I nodded and moaned, letting him know I was ready and willing. He groaned in a reverberating series of quick, low, pitched shouts of pleasure that had my cock hard as nails again.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!…" His body spasmed with each grunt.

He allowed me to pull off a bit and work his cock with little half bobs, as my tongue lapped at the underside of his cock head. His hot jizz pulsed quickly into my mouth and I swallowed enough to keep from spilling, as I savored the moment of his stiff, hot meat pulsing in my mouth.

I took my time and sucked him dry, slowly milking his cock, as it began to soften a bit. Crewcut was pushing himself in and out of me, and as I thought he was starting round two, Bull cut in.

"Easy buddy. My turn for that ass." He stepped forward and Hippie pulled out before Bull gripped the back of my neck and pulled me up and off of Crewcut. I looked down and Crewcut was beginning to wiggle away. "Hold on, Cock-whore. You gotta clean yo' mess up."

He shoved my head toward the floor, and I saw the puddle of cum on Crewcut's belly. I dropped to my knees, straddling Crewcut and began to lick up my cum. I started at the side, trying to keep it from hitting the floor, then worked back toward the middle, I cleaned out his belly button and licked his belly clean. Then without being prompted, took his cum-coated cock in my mouth and cleaned the length of his shaft.

He groaned, as I took all of his seven-plus inches with ease. I sensed Bull would never stand for me servicing Crewcut first, so after a few bobs, I pulled off and licked his balls clean as well. As I worked them, Bull had seen enough.

"My turn, Cock-whore. Hands and knees." I did as commanded and pointed my ass toward him.

"Good little bitch, but not yet, bring me that mouth. I want you to eat my asshole first."

Without thought, I cringed and protested looking back over my shoulder. "I'm not into tha— ow!"

The familiar crack of the oversized stainless-steel spatula sent a bolt of pain through my lower body. My head jerked to see it coming down again, in the hand of Pudgy.

As the second swat landed, I yelled, “Okay. Sorry! Thank you, sir. I'd love to eat your ass, please!"

Bull waved him off after the third swat, and I turned quickly to face Bull, who was getting onto his hands and knees to present his full-ham-sized ass cheeks.

With my ass still burning, I crawled to meet him and quickly nuzzled my nose between his cheeks before Pudgy could strike again. As I breathed in his scent, I felt a strong tingle that traveled down my spine and settled into my balls, and my cock suddenly stirred back to life after the spatula had sent it into a shocked retreat.

I slowly extended my tongue between his warm buns, and he moaned his approval. My tongue tip touched his sphincter and his moans intensified. Next, I licked slowly up the length of his crack, from balls to back, several times before pressing my masked face firmly between his cheeks and pressed my tongue into him.

His breathing intensified and when my chin touched his balls, I reached between his legs and gripped his big, black, stiff dick and stoked his length, as my tongue wiggled in and out. It was a sensation I had never known nor ever imagined feeling. Stoking the length of his hard, hot cock with my face buried in his ass, made my cock stiff as a rock again; I felt every vein in his shaft, as I stroked nearly ten inches of manhood.

His groans made me want to continue until he came, so I could feel his balls empty with my chin. I felt his taint stiffen, as my tongue pushed inside him. With each groan, I stroked harder and faster, causing him to ooze pre-cum. I wanted to feel him come, even knowing I would have to lick his spunk off the floor, I needed to give him what he wanted.

As I sensed his climax building, my excitement grew and I pressed my tongue in faster, when suddenly he stopped me.

"My turn for that ass, Cock-whore," he grunted, before jerking me around and into position.

Before I knew what was happening, his cock head, now coated in pre-cum, pressed against my ass. I braced for a ramrod entry but, much to my surprise, he pressed slowly to the point of pain, then backed out. He repeated, pushing a little harder each time, until my ass opened to receive him.

Before he could even gain entry, Crewcut took advantage and knelt in front of me. He gripped his seven-inch hard-on and pressed his uncut cock head into my mouth. I felt the skin slide down his shaft, as he pushed his stiffing dick in. My tongue swirled against this foreskin, and he moaned with pleasure.

I had never felt anything like this before. I was being filled from both ends with hot, hard cock and my own dick thudded against my belly, as I began to rock in rhythm with them.

Not wanting to be left out, Pudgy positioned himself behind Crewcut and was ready to tap his ass. Crewcut leaned forward with his hands on my back for balance, and I readily received him. It made me wonder if Crewcut may have been the cock-whore before I came along.

My mind quickly returned to the hot meat filling my holes, and the growing intensity of their motion. I wanted so much to cum, but there was no way I could free a hand and I felt little hope of a prostate orgasm again. Managing two cocks at once, while balancing on all fours, just wouldn't allow it to happen.

Nonetheless, the feel of Bull's hot stiffness, rubbing my taint as he pushed himself inside me, had my cock ready to pound nails again. Crewcut was pushing into my throat, balls deep with increasing intensity with each thrust. My body rocked and jerked, as I was being pounded from both ends.

"Ever been spit-roasted before, Captain Cock-whore?" Hippie asked.

I tried to shake my head as I moaned, "Huh, uh.”

"But he likes it," he replied, and I nodded.

Once again, drool flowed down my chin as Crewcut fucked my throat. I had no idea who would cum first, as their pace had reached a fever pitch.

"Fuck, oh, fuck!" grunted Pudgy, apparently the lucky winner of the first orgasm.

He was slamming Crewcut's ass so hard I could feel his cock push deeper into my throat, and I wasn't sure how he maintained his balance even leaning on me. Bull seemed to react in kind, pounding me harder and harder sending shock waves through my ass cheeks.

"I'm gonna come," groaned Crewcut.

That seemed to give Pudgy inspiration to hold on a few seconds more and pushed Bull to the edge as his grunts grew more intense.

Crewcut, stiffened and leaned harder on me, as his jizz filled my mouth with rapid-fire blasts of warm creaminess. I tried to swallow, but his spunk oozed down my chin.

Then Pudgy let loose, yelling out, "Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh!" as he unloaded in Crewcut's ass.

Lastly, Bull unleashed his seed inside me, with a grunt and hard thrust with each jet. As their pace slowed, I was amazed at the feel of hot cock pulling out, then slowly pushing back inside me. I really was ‘Captain Cock-whore', savoring the feel of two cocks inside of me, properly serviced and satisfied.

Pudgy pulled out and stood up. "Well gents, I do like our new cock-whore. Definitely worth the money. I gotta get going. I promised the wife I would not be late. We’re headed to Miami in the morning."

Bull pulled out, leaving my asshole gaping and empty. He gave my ass a slap. "Nice, Cock-whore. See you next month."

He turned to get dressed, while Hippie moved behind me. "More for me guys, thanks," he said, as he pushed slowly in to fill the void.

I continued to suck Crewcut dry when much to my surprise, he pulled out and leaned down and whispered, "I want you to fuck me, Captain."

Then he assumed the position in front of me, and I raised up with our roles now reversed. He was on all fours, as I straddled his feet and positioned my cock for entry, while trying to bring Hippie with me. Unfortunately, he slipped out, but once I got in place, he quickly re-entered me at the same time I pushed slowly into Crewcut’s stretched asshole.

I groaned loudly, as I pushed into my first asshole. Sadly, there was no doubt who would be coming first this time. Although, Crewcut was still hard and began to stroke himself immediately upon my entry; I knew I would never last, the second I pushed myself all the way inside him. My entire lower body tingled with pleasure, as my cock was buried deep inside a stranger’s ass and I could feel a second stranger’s cock rubbing against my taint from inside me.

I groaned and moaned, already on the verge.

"Do you like this cock inside you, Cock-whore?" asked Hippie, arrogantly.

I could only moan in a broken series of wailing grunts, "Uh! Ah! Uuuuhh! Ahhhh!"

My orgasm was building quickly, as Hippie began to pound me hard, my hips rocking faster and faster. Crewcut was pounding his cock furiously, sensing I was on the edge.

The incredible sensation was too much, and my balls unleashed, pumping blast after blast of cum into Crewcut's ass.

I grunted, not slowing my pace, "Ah! Coming! For! Your! Cock!"

My jizz oozed from his ass, as I continued to pound him. Crewcut jacked himself off wildly, as I felt Hippie release inside me. His body convulsed in time with his throbbing cock.

I fucked Crewcut as hard and fast as I could, hoping he could come before I went limp. Hippie flopped out, unable to keep pace, as I focused solely on Crewcut. Finally, he let me know he was there. "Fuck, I'm coming!"

I could hear his cock sloshing with cum, as he furiously jacked himself off with my dick in his ass. When he finished, I slipped out exhausted and dropped to my hands and knees next to him. He offered his cock, and I sucked him clean, before Hippie pulled me off and replaced him in my mouth.

After a moment or two, Hippie pulled me off and pushed my head toward the floor. He stood there making sure I got every drop of cum off the floor.

"That's a good little bitch, Cock-whore, get it all."

As I finished, they got dressed and rang the bell, letting Mark and I know they were done.

"Excellent, CC, I see you're cleaning up your mess. Gentlemen, can I assume you two are also satisfied with CC's work this evening?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you. Well trained," answered Crewcut.

"Absolutely," added Hippie. "Again next month, I hope."

"I think that can be arranged. What do you think, Captain?" asked Mark, smugly.

"Yes sir, thank you, sir," I replied, as I licked up the last of Crewcut’s spunk.

As they left, I tried to understand Crewcut. He clearly was not like the rest. To all of them, I was just a cum bucket to use for personal gratification. He reciprocated. Which meant he was clearly gay, or at least, bi. I replayed the feel of fucking his ass over in my mind. It was amazing. I'd fantasized of fucking women in the ass many times. I even tried to convince Amy with no success.

It was every bit as good as I'd imagined, and the thought had my cock stirring again.

"Damn, CC. You are a horny fuck, aren't you? Unfortunately, I don't do sloppy seconds. Come on upstairs." He picked up the spatula and led the way.

I followed Mark and when he got to the kitchen, he stopped. "Tell you what, go get the dildo from the goody bag and you can ride it ’til you come again. Then maybe you can get home to Amy without having to explain a boner after losing four-hundred bucks at poker night."

I couldn't believe he was going to make me do it again, after servicing four strangers and him already. I also couldn't believe— that I was getting hard again after all of that. The image of Crewcut offering his ass had me getting harder by the minute. And in my newly demented mind, I wanted to ride my dildo while thinking of Crewcut's ass.

Much to my surprise, when I returned, Officer Reeves was talking to Mark, and his devious smile returned in full force, seeing me aroused and in uniform.

"Mr. Stilson, this really doesn't help your stalker argument, sir. I saw your vehicle parked out front and came to investigate. Mr. Thomas says he does not want to press charges again. But, sometimes in stalker cases, law enforcement has the latitude to override the victim’s decision, for their own good." He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. I noticed he did not have his gun belt on this evening.

"These matters affect families, as well. Mark tells me your wife is a sweet lady. I bet she has no idea about your alter ego, Steven. And now this..." He waved a hand at me like Vanna White, pointing out the puzzle on Wheel of Fortune.

I just stood speechless. Then the awkwardness of the suction-cup dildo in my hand hit home. I sat it on the kitchen counter as discreetly as possible, considering two fully clothed people were staring at me in my costume.

"He refers to himself as Captain Cock-whore and this is his uniform," said Mark. "Able to deepthroat any cock balls deep, is his superpower."

"This is really bad, Steven. I'm not sure I can overlook this..."

I knew what he wanted, and my still-hard cock made it clear I wanted the same thing. Another cock in my mouth. "Please Officer Reeves, I'll do anything. Please don't tell my wife."

He grinned, "I'll tell you what, Steven, Captain Cock-whore, Wayne or whatever you want to go by. I like to think I'm a fair person. I will let you make your oral argument as to why I should walk away, again. But it better be good..."

He stood with his ass to the counter, hands on his hips, and cock bulge clearly visible.

"Thank you, sir," I said, as I stepped forward and dropped to my knees, yet again.

He smiled down knowingly, and I reached up and unbuckled his belt.

"Uh-huh,” he said softly.

I proceeded to unzip his pants and pull them open and down, enough to free his balls, as well. He loved having them licked first. He wore white boxers that I peeled down, exposing his semi-hard cock. I had almost forgotten how the head was a dark-pink color, while his shaft was black. It made his plump round head look even bigger.

I gripped his warmth with my right hand, as I pulled his boxers clear of his balls. Then stroked him with both hands, slowly and deliberately. He moaned as he stiffened in my hands. It brought back memories of that fateful day when I was ‘forced’ to take Mark’s cock in the hand for the first time. I moved in close enough for my breath to wash over him, as I breathed in his scent.

Even then, it was still a surprise how the musky scent of cock, sent tingles through my body. Prior to meeting Mark-fucking-Thompson, I would never have believed this would ever be the case.

Next, I moved my left hand to his thigh for support, as I leaned down and began to lick his balls, while stroking his shaft with my right hand. The salty flavor electrified my taste buds, as my tongue caressed his wrinkled sack. I stroked his length, and he became fully hard for me.

My boner poked my belly as I leaned down to service his balls, licking and kissing every bit of him. When my tongue slipped through the crease between his thighs and ball sack, the salty taste intensified. The need to have him in my mouth took control. I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, cupping his balls in my hands.

Next, I swirled my tongue around his cock head tracing the rim, before taking his head in my mouth. I sucked the head, swirling my tongue and tasting his pre-cum. His hand rested on my head as he spoke.

"Fuck, you make a strong argument, Steven," groaned Officer Reeves.

I pushed him deeper with each thrust and after a few tries, my lips touched his bush and his balls bounced on my chin.

"Captain Cock-whore strikes again," said Mark. "It's unbelievable. How the fuck do you do that?"

I moaned and bobbed faster, encouraged by his comments. My cock throbbed as I took all of him.

"Fuck, here, ah! It comes!" grunted Officer Reeves.

I nodded, as I took the first blast of cum. Followed by a rapid series of jets of cream into my mouth. He groaned and jerked with each shot, and I swallowed most of it, but knew I'd be licking the floor yet again for whatever escaped.

Mark stood quietly as Officer Reeves let me suck him dry, slowly, then sucking hard as I pulled out to his cock head. I repeated the process several times, before he removed himself.

"I assume you won't be pursuing charges, Officer?" asked Mark, sarcastically.

"I suppose, I can honor your wishes again. You should thank him Steven, or Cock-whore, or Wayne. Whoever the fuck you are today," he said, as he tucked his cock back in his pants.

"Spilled a little, CC,” said Mark.

I dropped my head and searched out the escaped jizz and licked it up as ordered.

"You'll probably want to hang around a few. You'll want to see how he handles his boner problem," Mark smirked.

"Really, if you say so…"

Mark picked up the dildo and suctioned it to the floor. Then, he pulled out his phone and waited for me to finish.

"There ya go, CC. Ready for some relief, my friend?" asked Mark, sarcastically.

Every time he referred to me as his 'friend', my inner voice screamed, "You are not my friend!"

"You may want to record it. It's really quite the sight." Mark's eyes rolled as he spoke.

Then, much to my disappointment, Officer Reeves pulled out his phone. My shame was apparent with the exception of my cock, which was fully stiff and ready for the feel of the vibrating cock in my ass as it released its seed.

In my mind, I thought, what's one more video that could destroy my marriage and career. I honestly lost count of how many there could be.

I positioned myself over the rubber cock, as I felt and heard it hum to life. I straddled it, then lowered my ass to my heels, sitting on my legs as the rubber dick pushed inside me. When my asshole first touched the vibrator, I gasped at the stimulating tickle that rushed through my groin.

I whimpered, as I touched it firmly, and began to wriggle onto it. I hoped that he would let me do this to completion, without taunting me and turning it off. But I knew he would have to show off for Officer Reeves along the way.

"You like that speed, CC?" asked Mark.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" I said, emphatically.

"You should thank him for not turning in your stalker ass, Mr. Stilson," added Officer Reeves.

"Yes, sir. Thank you for not turning me in, sir. You, too, Officer Reeves, th-thank you. Ah!" I lowered myself slowly onto the cock and relished the tickling vibration through my ass and balls. I pushed it in an inch, then back up, then another inch deeper each time.

I gripped my cock and begged pitifully. "Can I please make myself come for your cock now?"

"Shit, Steven, you got it bad man," said Officer Reeves.

"You've done well today, CC. Since you asked nicely. You may do your thing."