Gramp Eats out Marine, Pt. 2 SeXStoRY

Gramp Eats Out the Marine, Pt. 2 By Buck Jones “You really wanted me to open you up, didn’t you?” “Yeah, I wanted it… but not anymore.” “You were into it pretty thick, weren’t you?” “How many men?” “At one time… or all together?” “Let’s just start with the biggest party you went to.” “Five guys. I ended up in the sling. Five guys.” “But you knew what you were in for. You’d been in that position before.” “Yes.” “You didn’t walk into that scene out of nowhere. You had some encouragement… and I imagine some weekend d**gs you’re not tested for were involved.” “Yeah… alcohol and d**gs…. Just pills…” “And then someone slipped you something… acid, maybe… and you’d been primed… so it seemed so natural… hanging out with your partying friends and then the girls left and you were alone with your two or three buds…. And it got wild.” “Something like that… I was pulling ship duty and something fucked up with the engines… we were towed into Rotterdam and I got towed into the Scorpio baths. I have to tell you I had been sexual since I was 8 or 9. I caught a couple guys jacking off, but I didn’t let them know I was watching… and then I realized they got together every Wednesday after school and jacked off. They never knew I was watching and then I started jacking off watching them. Nothing came out for a couple years, but it felt good. The second year they started putting their dicks in each other’s mouths and each other’s asses. I just kept jacking off, but I did start fingering myself and eventually I found something to stick up my ass… I used a lot of soap and water… It may have been a screwdriver handle… one of those with soft black and yellow rubber and in the bathtub… yeah, I had to hide it, but I took my bath by myself, so I was pretty much alone and I was always carrying something around with me… so I got opened up pretty early. But in Rotterdam, I got in over my head. I was on my knees sucking on the biggest headed dick I had ever seen or could have ever imagined… He was an old guy… all white and tubby… but he had that cock and it worked fine. Me and his friend went into a little room and pulled the curtain. We started playing and it got really hot and I think they rubbed my ass with some pain killer concoction because before the night was over, that monster headed cock was inside me and I exploded like I never had before… he got it up inside me… deep up inside me and fucked me so sweetly. I thought I would feel some pain, but I didn’t feel any pain. All I felt was that cock filling my ass and sending me into some really hot places. Well, I got his card and the next liberty we were given, I gave him a call and he invited me to his house… a typical Dutch house, narrow and steep, but it had lots of rooms and the one room it did have was a dungeon. He gained my confidence and never hurt me… in the physical sense. But he changed me in many ways. He opened me up you may say. The evening started out pretty tame… just some drinks, and we got naked. He was playing with his huge dick. He told me to undress and get on my knees and crawl across the room and start licking him. While I was licking on his dickhead, he got a call from the guy we’d been in the curtained room with. He invited the guy over. I figured the more the merrier. I continued to play with Jorgen’s dick while Jorgen roughed up my head a little bit. He’d slap my cheek and then squeeze the back of my neck and massage my shoulders. “Stand up. I want to pinch your tits.” As I stood up, I felt this really strange rush, like all the bl**d had drained to my feet and my head was floating. I had the sensation my head was moving from side to side. The feeling didn’t last long and then as I stood there I felt anchored to the floor… like I could move but didn’t want to but didn’t know if I wanted to if I could have moved my feet. As I was feeling solid and now somewhat immobile, but comfortable, Jorgen began to work my tits. He started with the back of his hand, just brushing them lightly. After a few moments of those moves, he ran the knuckles of both hands over them. Lightly, quickly, furtively. Up and down. Back and forth. The feeling inside me was like a drum roll, with each beat coming quickly after another…. Then the feeling would seem to echo in my belly and eventually the feeling moved to my dick just when he squeezed them both at the same time and twisted me into a different space. I’m standing there anchored to the floor and he’s working my tits hard and then soft and finally with his lips, touching them and then kissing them and then teasing them between his teeth while sucking the whole area into his mouth. From one tit to the other and back again for seconds, I was reeling yet anchored to the floor. He told me to get on my knees on what was a short coffee table. I complied. He’s now rubbing the pre-cum from his dick over one tit and then the other, circling the nipple with his dick pressed hard against my rock hard chest, rotating his tongue in one direction and then the other. He gets down on his knees and starts using his mouth again to work my tits and nips. I know my mind drifted because I kept thinking I have never felt this before, especially the echoes in different parts of my body. I was concentrating on my tits, but I could feel these feelings fill my entire torso and reverberate down my legs and arms. All of a sudden, I’d realize he’s working my tits but I have been thinking about my finger tips. I didn’t have my tits pierced at that time, but he knew how to work them. First one, and then the other. He would give me light tweaks and some harder ones thrown in for variety. Then he had me back down on my knees in front of him. He turned around, putting his butt cheeks right in my face. “Not too bad for old man, huh?” “No, man, you have a young ass.” “Feel it. It’s pretty solid.” “Yeah, it’s solid and hard all right.” “Why don’t you pull the butt cheeks apart and look at that hole?” It sort of threw me for a second, but before I knew it, I had my hands on his ass and was feeling his rock hard mature ass, and in a hazy, relaxed manner I found myself putting the palms of my hands on his butt cheeks and pulling them apart. And, indeed, his rock hard butt was hiding a perfect butt hole… a little bruised with time, but healthy and pink and pouty. It seemed only natural for me to move forward and put my mouth on it and began licking, not aggressively, or anything, but just licking his ass like an ice cream cone with a few variations .… first lick them, and then chew on them. I slobbered all over his ass, got it wet and slippery. He didn’t want me to eat his hole… just concentrate on his butt cheeks. Then he turned around and wanted me to give him more head. While I was sucking on him, his friend arrived. His friend, Anders, didn’t waste any time. He was stripped and standing in front of me with his uncut Dutch cock right in my face. “Eat my foreskin. Lick it. Suck it. Chew on it. Then run your tongue under it all over my head. That’s right. Now pull the foreskin back, and suck the head. I mean suck it. Rub your tongue all around it.” “Wow!!! I thought. This wasn’t the guy he was the other night. The last time at the Scorpio he was gentle and quiet, hardly uttered a word and now he’s giving me these orders and I’m obeying and doing what he wants and it’s turning me on… “Now suck it with the foreskin over it and make love to the tip of the foreskin. Give it everything you’ve got. I want that tongue dancing all over that foreskin, and go down inside it. Yeah, like that. Now do the underside. I want you sucking your tongue while you suck the hot spot and the whole head with your mouth. You get me? You got your mission… and when you get all those things aligned, I want you to go on and on. I want you working that head and foreskin at the same time. Yeah, wiggle your tongue on the underside. Do it. Make your daddy hard. I want to feel your feeling as far back as my ass and half way up my spine. You get my drift? You know what I want you to do to me. And then we are going to give you so much, you’ll never forget tonight… Never. The details may become sketchy, but you’ll never forget tonight. You have no idea what we’ve got in store for you. That’s it eat it. Suck it. Suck it hard. Suck it hard.” I’m in this world where I hear nothing but his voice. It’s like the drone of a bagpipe, going on and on, while I’m devouring this beautiful uncut cock. It’s almost as if I am in a dream, sucking on this perfect dick like I had always wanted to do and I wanted the experience to go on and on and on, listening to him tell me what he wants and how I am satisfying him. My cock is exploding and I feel almost outside myself looking in on a dream. It is me but I’m experiencing myself experience what I’m feeling. I’m looking in on my own feelings as I’m sucking his dick. I wasn’t outside my body or anything, just separated from the event. I was feeling what I was feeling sucking on him. Something deep down emerged that found a profound peace on my knees with his uncut dick in my mouth while my tongue played around inside the foreskin and my lips securely surrounded his dick head. Then I got the wise idea to work on the piss slit. I begin making long laps with my tongue so the piss slit feels the rough part of my tongue. The move elicits an “Oh! Fuck! Do it!!! Keep doing it!” Jorgen runs his hands through my hair while I’m lost in Anders cock and the whole scene. Jorgen suggests we get out of the living room and go to the upper room where we can be more comfortable. We relax a second and have another drink. I’m enjoying my immobility, my comfort derived from simply sitting in one spot and looking at these two older men who are both hung and who are willing to play with me. The stairs are steep and narrow, as if one were in a trading vessel from the old days. The room is not huge, but it is ample. One half of the room has a slant ceiling… It’s against that low wall where the closet with the toys is. The far end of the room has a black vinyl covered day bed… a convenience when doing things that were not being done in the sling. Anders spoke first. “Why don’t you give Jorgen some more head? You were giving me all the attention downstairs. I was liking it, but now it’s time you suck on Jorgen’s dick. Lie on the bed on your back with your head leaning off the side, so you can take Jorgen as far as you are capable. You do want to suck Jorgen, don’t you?” “Yeah. I mean, man, he’s got a hot cock, but I don’t know how much I can take.” “Get into position and give it a try. Get into position, we’ll give you a couple hits of some of the world’s best poppers and you and Jorgen can get to know one another on a whole different level. With my head over the side of the sofa, bed, whatever you want to call it, I am looking at things upside down. Jorgen doesn’t ram his dick in my mouth. He gently allows my mouth to open so he can get a feel how to aim his cock down my throat. A moment occurs where I lose the sense of where I am and what I’m doing. I’m drifting in and out of reality, and the reality with the fullness of his cock exploring my mouth and finding the route to the opening that will allow his cock to make it over the tipping point and fill my whole upper body. I’m wanting it. I’m looking at myself wanting it so badly, so badly, panting inside, wishing the gates are opening and I’m being filled completely. Jorgen finds the spot, he pushes, my throat opens and his fullness spreads me in all directions. I’m at a place I’ve never been before. I’m zoning on this huge Dutch cock not only in my mouth but down my throat. I cannot want more. This is it. He is filling me to the max. I’m overwhelmed, loving that I am loving this exotic experience and feeling as if the feeling is lasting for an eternity. As my chest heaves for want of air, Jorgen pulls his cock from its nesting position and air rushes in to fill my lungs. Jorgen speaks: “Now, Anders, it’s your turn to fuck his throat. It’s sweet and it’s tight. It hurts him a little, but he loves the hurt. You like that touch of discomfort when my cock slides over the last obstacle of resistance and fills you so completely. You’re whole being is that of a cocksucker. A cocksucker you are and a cocksucker you will always be. But that’s not saying anything bad. Be proud of what turns you on. Be proud you like to receive what a man has to give. Now let Anders have some of that throat.” My head was leaning over backwards and my mouth and throat made an easy passageway to conquer. He placed the cockhead in my mouth and worked it in a circle. My tongue licked the glans back and forth, and he would press his dick hard onto my tongue and then fuck my tongue. At that point, he played only in my mouth but would give a hint of what was to come when he pressed his full cockhead against the very back of my throat. I could feel the hole of my throat he was seeking. He would make me convulse and then back off. I felt where he wanted to go, where he wanted to push his long fat cock… my jaw seemed to disconnect. I offered no resistance. It felt strange. I was used to cocks going down with the glans on top, but this was upside down and it hit crazy places within me. I convulsed but accepted it. It slid deep down inside me and pushed me open and tortured my stomach muscles, but sent feelings through my body I had never even knew existed. I was totally under the spell of Anders’ cock sliding with long withdrawals in and out of my mouth and mostly I waited like a slut for him to pass over the back of my throat and down inside me. I convulsed, I tightened, I rebelled, but I loved it. I loved being stretched and invaded. He would pull out and I took deep welcomed breaths, but the whole time I was wanting to feel his cock deep down my throat. He tortured me by holding back and then he would fill my mouth again and ravish my throat and I was happiest, most satisfied and gratified when he was totally within me. Without a word, Jorgen replaces Anders, and Jorgen splits me open. I didn’t know my throat could expand to take his big head, but, he, too, played around in my mouth. He, too, fucked my tongue and then began probing the angle he would use to slide his bulbous cockhead into me. I couldn’t speak with his cock in my mouth. He pressed his cock and found the entry. He pulled out, let me breathe. I saw him then take a finger sized vial, open it, and dip his finger in it. He then rubbed the white powder over his cockhead two or three times. He closed the vial and rubbed his finger over his gums. He smiled at me and then opened my mouth with his huge cockhead. I immediately began to feel the warmth of the numbness on my tongue. I continued to lick his head and work his foreskin, then he began working his dick toward the gate, the spot into which his dick wanted to go. My jaw lost any sense of placement. The gate felt warm and then I began to feel the warmth deep inside me. I knew he had opened me up and convulsed me and I accepted all of it… his huge cockhead stretching and spreading within me and then him fucking me with it while it was deep within me. I forgot to breathe and didn’t realize I needed to until he pulled out and I involuntarily gasped for breath. I wanted it again. I wanted him to open me up and totally control every feeling and every impulse within me. I wanted the pain and the pleasure. I looked at that huge cock d****d above my face. He rubbed more of the vial’s contents onto his cockhead, closed the vial, and reinserted his cock into my mouth. I was praying inside for the excitement to mount, knowing he would fuck my throat and I would go crazy wanting him to. Oh, yes, I wanted that distortion, I wanted his hugeness, I wanted the hurt and the vulnerability and the total loss of control. Nothing else mattered but the extreme feeling itself. The unending explosion of overwhelming feeling. That’s what I wanted and that’s what I was longing for. He fucked me into sexual heaven. It was intensity combined with sex and I was loving every second of it. I even suspended my thought when I thought to breathe because the exact moment was so perfect. It didn’t need that breath, only consciousness, and then he pulled out slowly and the air rushed in and the feelings continued, just breathing. I wanted the excess, I wanted the abuse, I wanted to be used, to be the object and experience something I had never experienced before. Anders spoke: We need to get into a more playful position. You want to be fucked and there’s no better way to control the access and relax than in a sling. Out of nowhere, Jorgen is attaching this really elaborate black leather sling with all kinds of attachments to some really heavy duty hooks in the beams of the ceiling. There were lots of straps at various places on the sling itself. There was even a head support. Everything was made for total relaxation and enjoyment. I vaguely remember while Anders continued to fuck my throat over the side of the day bed, Jorgen began sucking on my cock which was dripping more than I could imagine it would. I found my legs over Jorgen’s shoulders and Anders’ arms were under my arms. Anders pulled back from my mouth, my head bouncing around inside me in twenty million directions, and my body was being deposited on the warm leather and chrome sling. My heels were placed in comfortable stirrups, my arms were drawn back a little and attached to the straps. My head rested comfortably on the leather support. Jorgen continued to suck me. Anders applied the tit clamps… they were adjustable, so he would tweak them from time to time, the cool chain connecting the clamps warmed to my chest quickly. Then out of nowhere Jorgen pulled back and swatted my dick with his full open hand. It stung, it hurt, it made me harder. “We’ve got ourselves a real Marine here. He’s going to get to know his body like he never has before.” Anders removed the tit clamps, got the vial, and rubbed my nips and tits with the, I figured by this time, cocaine. He gave me a couple snorts. Since my arms were restrained, I had little choice but to inhale when he placed the silver spoon under my nose. After a bit of some dick play in which my dick was whipped, hit, and sucked, Anders and Jorgen each got on the sling controls for my two legs. Slowly my legs were raised and my ass elevated at the same time, giving anyone who wanted to eat my ass out a full clear unobstructed view and also the right height for anyone wanting to fuck me. Jorgen took a couple snorts, rubbed his gums and lips, and then fell to his knees and made a beeline to my butthole. His tongue and lips licked, sucked, tickled, teased, and, generally played with my hole. The coke penetrated my hole and warmed it to his activity. I could feel the involuntary puckering and releasing. His mouth and his actions were driving an engine inside me, pumping through me waves of feeling and emotion and colors and my ass was begging for it. I know I must have hollered out at least a couple times how wild the feelings were and for Jorgen to continue to eat me. I had never ever been eaten like he ate me out. I had a whole new ass and asshole when he finished with me. I had longings it wasn’t too easy to satisfy when I got back to the States, but I did find as close as I could get… and the those times were hot, but they were never exactly like that night with Jorgen and Anders. I don’t know if it was because I definitely was the center of attention. Jorgen and Anders did little to each other. Everything was being done to me and I was opening up to these two middle aged strangers who had me bound in a sling in Rotterdam, Holland and nobody knew where I was. I could have just disappeared and if Jorgen and Anders had been clever enough, nothing would have ever been discovered and I would have become just another vanished body in a European seaport who probably deserved what he got, so no one was the wiser. And the f****y, though remembering, went on about their lives and then at one f****y gathering, someone forgets to bring the ritually looked at photograph, and it’s only Aunt Martha who asks about the photo and no one seems to know. But that didn’t happen. I was initiated, in a sense, into what sexual activity could become, and I was to become a slave to my passion to recreate the intensity of that evening. Instead of large headed dicks, it became the exaggerated cocks of the strap-on world, strap-ons with their bulbous thickness and mushroom heads. Men fucked me with them and women fucked me with them and I took a lot of cock, too. I learned I had to create the scene I wanted to experience, so I was always seeking the right crowd… the users on the edge who would drop ecstasy every once in a while…. And even some natural organics… mushrooms… there was one weekend… I know I experienced it, but I can only remember about 15 minutes of the whole weekend with any certainty and those moments are totally sexual. I couldn’t tell you when I drank something or ate something. I just remember these dreamlike sexual moments in which every sense was exploding, like when Anders replaced the tit clamps and tightened them while Jorgen slapped my dick. I twisted and turned and worked that sling with everything I had. My balls hurt, but then Jorgen knelt down and took my balls in his mouth and gave them a feeling of lightness and tenderness they had never felt. They rolled around inside his mouth and felt his tongue lifting and flirting with them. The tit clamps tightened; my dick jumped and Jorgen tumbled my balls more rapidly in his mouth. He releases them one by one. They fall listlessly just above my hole. Now Anders falls to his knees, eating my ass and flicking my tit clamps which have now numbed with a pain that goes directly from my nips to my dick. He releases the tit clamps and continues to eat out my ass with the same enthusiasm as Jorgen had. Two more spoonfuls up my nose. Anders keeps staring at my hole. He lifts his center finger, smiles, and points to my hole. He dips his finger tip into the vial and then places his finger on my hole. He spits and the saliva falls above my hole. His finger slides around the juiciness and then penetrates with a welcomed ease. I feel my inside stimulated for the first time, and when he reached my prostate, I convulsed and he probed more deeply, spreading the warmth of the d**g deep inside me. Anders holds up two interlaced fingers, smiles and places them in a circular motion at the edge of my hole. His spit dribbles from his lips and hits his fingers, now sliding up inside me and working the perimeter of my hole. My prostate sends me into another spasm and I feel his fingers working, probing, twisting, withdrawing and entering, pushing deep inside me. Three fingers together. The same smile. I am being opened up royally. My ass starts pushing back vigorously. I want to be fucked. My ass is moving in time with Anders’ thrusts. I’m really open. Anders holds up his whole hand with all the fingers coming to something like a point. The biggest smile yet and I push back immediately. I am open like I’ve never been opened before. I’m feeling everything inside, but I’m feeling the ring, that first ring being opened and expanded as it never has been. I feel his knuckles against my cheeks. My prostate is being maneuvered up and down and then it’s being stroked. The fingers find the front edge and then move over it pushing on it slightly, pulling back in the same manner. I scream out loud, out of frustration: When are you going to fuck me? I want you to fuck me. I want both of you to fuck me, fuck me hard. More spit, another whiff of coke in each nostril. Anders stands up, rubs the coke on the head of his dick, and places his dickhead against my ass. I am puckering, tightening and loosening, the whole time he beats my hole with the head of his dick… then he aims and enters what he had opened just a few minutes before. I melt. I’m exactly where I want to be… d**gged up, dominated, and being fucked by a heavy duty cock. Anders is fucking me and fucking me… all sorts of assorted rhythms hit me. I never know what he is going to do next. How he’s going to approach me… long and slow or bam, bam, bam. All I’m doing is moaning and repeating, yes, fuck me, yes, fuck me just like that. Oh, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me take all of it. Give all of it to me. At that moment, Anders pulls out. He walks behind me and he and Jorgen start lowering my head and shoulders. Anders is there with his cock at my mouth. Jorgen has walked around to my ass and with no ceremony, bursts open my hole and plunges his monster deep into me. Timed perfectly, Anders slides his dick past the gate to my throat and chokes me. I’m turning and twisting in the sling, being fucked every which way by Jorgen and being choked by Anders. Jorgen slaps my dripping and rock hard cock. I moan and whimper. He hits it again. I’m going crazy. I want to breathe really badly. My belly flinches. I’m choking and crazy and feeling good and panic, and panic and more panic. I struggle. Then they both pull out. They pull the chain fall and lift my head. Anders raises my head with his hand and holds my head up while he gives me a glass of the drink to take. I swallow all the liquid. Anders sets down the glass. They leave the room. They turn out the lights. I’m left alone in the sling with a hairy hardon. I lay there with my throat throbbing, my ass torn into twenty different directions, and a boner that screamed to be lubed and stroked or sucked really hard. And all I could do was long for more feeling. I tried rubbing my thighs against my dick so I could make myself cum, but I couldn’t turn enough in one direction to bring my thighs together to touch my cock. I tried twisting in every position I could think of and then some, but nothing. Only desire coursed through my veins and my mind. I want to cum. I want relief. I want more physical attention. I want those dicks. I lay there for I don’t know how long. I fell asl**p for I don’t know how long. When I heard voices, I’m guessing a couple hours later, I came to myself and realized all over again where I was and the position I was in. Jorgen entered the room followed by Anders and another fellow… It was one of my shipmates, Campion, one of those 145 pound dripping wet Marines. Holy shit! I think. I’m trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and here’s a compatriot seeing me in a really vulnerable position. Jorgen spoke first: “He was at the Scorpio. He’s had a couple drinks and wants to be dominated. He wants to feel our dicks the same way you like to feel our dicks, that’s why we have a second sling.” Anders slides a three panel section aside and there in its glory is another sling. Jorgen suggests to Campion that he get in the sling so he can be sucked and sixty-nined at the same time. There is no pretense with the vial. Another larger vial materializes and all share the spoon twice and then with a bump. Campion gets his head lowered and body raised so upside down he can suck Jorgen while Jorgen sucks him. With the panels out of the way, the slings were really close to one another. Anders spits on his head, places his head at my hole and pushes it in with ease, driving me back into that state of complex intensity. He pinches my nipples and I grow into such stiffness so fast juice flows right out of the piss hole and drips onto my stomach. Fuck me, I plead. Fuck me hard and long and slow and fast. Slap my dick. Jack my dick and fuck me. To the left of me, Jorgen is thrusting his fat cockhead down Campion’s throat. I see Campion convulse like I convulse when you have to breathe. Jorgen is devouring Campion’s cock and working his ass with his finger. Campion is holding on for dear life, taking Jorgen time and time again. Campion pulls back his head and shouts, “Just open my ass and fuck me.” Jorgen happily replies: “We can do that right now.” Jorgen takes a chain fall in each hand and starts lifting Campion up. Then Jorgen takes the front chain falls and lowers Campion so his ass hole is at fucking level. Jorgen dresses Campion’s ass with powder and then squeezes some really slippery lube onto his fingers and begins opening Campion’s ass. Campion begins to moan a series of “yeses” and “oh, yeses” in a low voice. I almost begin to echo his “yeses” as Anders continues to make unbelievable moves as he fucks me. Anders puts it into me really deeply, then drops some lube on my cock. He gently takes my cock in his hand and starts jacking, working me up. He begins pulling in and out and jacking me in the same rhythm. I start moaning again. Anders releases my dick and simply fucks me… slowly, rapidly, piston-like… he pulls the sling to him and pushes it away. He stops. Another round or two with the spoon. Jorgen falls to his knees before Campion’s opened asshole and begins eating it, working it up. Jorgen tells Anders to give Campion his cock. Campion eagerly welcomes the cockhead and begins sucking it. I’m turning my head getting off on the sight of Anders’ feeding Campion’s mouth while Jorgen devours his ass. Again, I couldn’t jack on myself. I’m being tortured by the hot sight right next to me. Jorgen reaches over and jacks on me. Anders places the tit clamps on Campion and a second set on me. Anders sucks me while Jorgen eats Campion’s hole. Anders flicks the clamps on both our chests while Jorgen jacks our cocks. Jorgen: “You, Marines, happy campers?” We reply in the affirmative. Anders releases the tit clamps. Jorgen: I think it’s time to bring this show to a climatic conclusion. Jorgen and Anders release each our jacking hand so we can work ourselves while Jorgen and Anders fuck us at the same time. Jorgen decorates our asses with coke, rubbing it on the heads of their dicks and the heads of our dicks. A bump up all around. Jorgen plunges is big headed monster into my ass as Anders does the same thing to Campion. The fucking is furious, hot and sweaty. The popper bottle appears. Our noses are treated to the forgetfulness of amyl. They’re pumping our asses and we’re working our cocks. We communicate. We get close and then back off. We work to cum together. Jorgen’s dick beats my ass into smithereens. Anders is plowing Campion who lets everyone know where he is in the timeline. Anders and Jorgen look at each other, smile. Jorgen speaks: “It’s all on you, Marine. You tell us and we’ll all cum at the same time.” The rhythm of both men increases. The slings move on their axis. The dicks pull out and plunge in again and again. Then slow rhythmic thrusts. I go over the edge. “I’m cumming. Go for it. I’m gonna cum. Fuck me hard.” The sounds of slapping flesh, asses being plowed, dicks being jacked. The bottle under my nose, under Campion’s nose and those of Anders and Jorgen, and the explosion occurred. All four of us let at it. Campion must have hit the ceiling with his load. Mine went over my head, and both our asses were filled with that pent up sperm, both men were happy to felch before releasing us from the slings. After cleaning up and getting showered and dressed, Campion and I were back on the streets again on a Sunday morning in Rotterdam, so we walked around a bit, looking at all the impressive bank buildings and the statuary along the waterway. We found a hotel with a restaurant that was opened and we ate breakfast.