Parking Lot -- Part Four -- Suckin' on a Fireplug

Our tortured fireplug writhed and flexed from the pretend punishment inflicted upon him. He kept his arms stretched downward, the wrists parallel with his head. Together, his arms and shoulders remained in the shape of a “U”, even though Gary had released him from the full nelson. I could see the thigh muscles flex, as he tried to stretch himself lengthwise in a pretend torture rack. He raised his chest higher into the air and sucked in that firm belly, inviting and daring us to continue punishing his nipples and gut. 

His pitiful pleadings continued, “Why are you beating me so? I will serve you, just stop hurting me. I will be good. Please, sir please.”

I could feel his fat, juicy cock growing stronger and harder in my mouth. I squeezed him with all my might, nearly breaking my jaw on his massive meat. Even though his dick was getting more thick and powerful, the buds of my tongue continued to mercilessly attack the underside of his throbbing shaft and head. I never once broke pattern -- one, two, three squeeze, squeeze, squeeze - left, center, right scrape, scrape, scrape - the pressure on him grew, as I crushed that magnificent, compact manhood in my salivating mouth. 

Gary frantically scraped and pinched the man’s stretched nipples, while I brutally poked and pounded on his flattened belly. Combining these two assaults with my endless stroking and crushing of his fat, throbbing cock, the three-pronged attack brought our prisoner to the brink of insanity. 

His breathing stopped. His chest, arms, legs and belly flexed to capacity. I could see his powerful thighs tense up and feel his mighty penis begin to contract. Three times he flinched his scrotum and nothing was ejected, but on the fourth contraction he flooded my mouth with his tasty sperm. The initial shot jettisoned itself down my throat with such velocity, it must have instantly ended up in my waiting stomach. I continued to waltz on his massive tool, as he violently released the air from his lungs and sent to me the remainder of his load.

Gushing streams of cum gently flowed into my mouth and down the hatch. One contraction after another produced a seemingly endless supply of manly fluid, as our newfound slave writhed and contorted his powerful body in complete ecstasy. He made no sounds other than his labored breath, but he violently turned his head side to side and arched his tortured back until I thought it might break in two. 

What a glorious sight this man was. So much strength compressed into such a small package, his incredible masculinity consumed me. 

My excitement was heightened by the startling revelation that, despite his strong, dominating demeanor, his secret desire was to be a willing servant to me and Gary. This caused my own cock to nearly poke a hole through my jeans in a desperate attempt to escape.

Finally, the victim relaxed his powerful body and began to return to earth. The contractions subsided and I manually squeezed his shaft from base to head, slowly draining every last drop of cum from the giant tube of toothpaste, just as I had done to Gary two nights before. 

And then it was over - or so I thought. Jack Tolsen suddenly sprang up and grabbed my belt buckle. “Give me that thing.”

Within seconds, he had the jeans and boxers pulled down to the knees and my hardened seven incher in his mouth. I was so shocked, as was Gary, that we couldn’t decide if we should stop him. His legs were still on the floor on either side of me, as I knelt upright with my dick pointing forward and disappearing into his mouth. 

Gary crawled over to stand on his knees just to Jack’s left. He was fearful that Tolsen was up to no good and might hurt me. “You ok, little buddy?”

I looked over to him. He was fully prepared to pounce on Tolsen if I gave the word. Right then and there, I knew this man had become the best friend I could ever have in my life. “He’s fine. Take off your shirt and let him go.”

I was primed to shoot and Jack took me on like a seasoned pro. He forced me all the way to the back of his throat and began to repeat the pattern I had performed on him. As I collapsed to lie on my back, Jack followed me without missing a beat. He knelt between my thighs and his tongue worked me over good, savagely scraping the underside of my shaft and head. He’d squeeze me between tongue and roof of mouth, as though he remembered every detail of the job I’d done on him. He buried his hands under my shirt and began lightly scraping my nipples with his nails, causing me to arch my back and offer them up to his worship. 

I looked over with eyes glazed to see Gary’s gorgeous, exposed torso. I motioned for him to come closer. Once in range, I guided him with my hands to form a bridge over me on all fours. His powerfully masculine chest and belly were hovering just above my face and I placed my hands on his back to lower him towards me. 

Soon, that glorious torso was within reach and I launched an attack with my lips and tongue. I inhaled every inch of this beautiful man, engulfing the fur, the muscles and, most importantly, those firm and manly nipples. As my orgasm approached, I pulled down on this man and put myself in total darkness. Gary’s mighty, hairy chest completely covered my face, and I inhaled through my nostrils with the power of an industrial vacuum.

The manly scent of his dried sweat was sucked out of every pore, filling my lungs to capacity. I pressed down on his back to bring him even closer, exhaled through my mouth, and sucked in once more through my nose. Very little oxygen got through, but Gary did. I absorbed every ounce of this man’s power and naturally rugged, manly aroma, incorporating it into my lungs, my chest, my heart - into my very being. 

I didn’t even know that I had shot one incredibly gigantic wad of sperm deep into the back of Tolsen’s throat. I was so enraptured by the man smothering my face, that my orgasm was not the focus of the event. 

After my initial spurt, my mind began to realize that it was time to let it all go. Only then did I feel the ungodly streams of cum flowing from my penis. Jack didn’t flinch one bit. He thoroughly drained me of every possible drop my balls could produce, as he continued to savagely worship my dick with the same affection I had shown him. I exhaled and repeated the slow inhaling of Gary’s manly chest for the last time, which produced another round of sperm-gushing contractions. 

I coaxed Gary to rise a few inches above me and resumed kissing and licking him. Remembering me as his instructor, Jack formed a cock ring with his fingers to squeeze me dry - another tube of paste emptied. Amazingly, he expertly swallowed the entire bounty of my cum.

As I came back to reality, I looked up to see two of the most beautifully rugged and handsome men ever to grace this earth - one kneeling between my legs - the other bridged over my face -- and they were both mine. They both wanted to be with me! 

Gary had a look of total pride and satisfaction, as he fully realized how important he was to me. I could have let him stand aside and watch, but I had wanted him to be the focal point of my orgasm. My pleasure would have meant nothing without him. Whatever fears he might have had that I was disappointed in him when the evening started were certainly vanquished. 

He had tried to suck me off and failed. I had started to tell him it didn’t matter, but wisely had remained silent. Jack’s interruption saved us. What I could never verbalize to him had been shown in an unexpected, but incredibly dramatic way. He now knew he could never disappoint me. All he had to do was to show up and be a man. That’s what he was.

The results of our attack upon Tolsen couldn’t have been any better. Jack himself looked a little surprised, as though some sort of uncontrollable lust had taken over his mind and he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened.

Gary reached down and ruffled up the hair on top of my head. As was usual, he was the first to break the silence. “Well, what did you think of that?”

“Surprised the hell out of me, not that I’m complaining. Holy shit, Jack, where did you learn to do that?”

He still appeared to be in a daze. “I don’t know. I guess I just did what you did to me.”

“You mean you’ve never sucked a dick before?”

“Could’ve fooled me. That’s one of the best BJ’s I’ve ever had.”

Gary jumped in. “Come on, Jack. Who taught you, your wife?”

“No, I swear that’s the first time ever. I never even dreamed of doing anything like that before.”

Gary looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders. I figured anything might be possible when you let your inhibitions go. “Well Gary, I guess good old Jack just got caught up in the moment.”

Seemingly satisfied with this explanation, Gary switched focus. “So, how was your’s, Jack?”

“Incredible. Unbelievable. I never had my dick sucked before.”

Gary laughed. “Come on. Not even when you were in high school?”

“Nope. Never. I thought that was a queer thing.”

“What about your wife. She ever suck on ya?”

“Let me tell you guys something. My wife is very religious. Her idea of sex is strictly in the dark, under the covers, me on top and please finish this as soon as possible. That’s all I’ve ever known. This is all new to me.”

I looked at my watch. “Holy crap! It’s six o’clock. My boss and the ramp guys will be coming in any time. Shit, the gate was supposed to be unlocked at 5:00. Let’s get outta here.”

We put everything back together and hightailed it. I looked at Gary and expressed my regrets. “Sorry, hot dog, we’re out of time. Guess you’ll have to hold it.”

He gave me a big smile and put on his cap, boyishly tilted as always. “I ain’t holdin’ shit. I’ll take care of it myself. Thanks for nothin’.”

Gary went home, Jack and I went onto the ramp and I took him to his rig in the Jeep. Before I let him go, I soaked a rag with some coffee from my thermos and wiped the dried blood from his mustache.

“Your nose ok?”

“It’s a little sore, but it’ll be all right.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you bleed.”

“Don’t worry about it. I had it comin’. Besides, I think you more than made up for it when you sucked my dick. Un-fucking-believable!”

“Hey, yours was fantastic too. boy, you surprised the hell out of me.”

“Hope nobody finds out. I’m kinda nervous about all this.”

“Just be yourself, Jack - your grouchy, hateful self. Nobody will know a goddamn thing.”

And for the first time since I’d known him, I saw Jack Tolsen smile. Guess me and Gary had made him happy for the first time in a long time, but we couldn’t have him out of character this way. “That’s a pretty smile, but don’t do it again.”

Jack scowled, “What’s it to ya? Mind your own fuckin’ business.”

“That’s more like it. See ya.” 

I began circling the lot until I saw my boss pull up to our building. My day shift would soon begin.

I hoped I’d have enough energy to finish the day’s work, but I knew I’d be ok. Hell, I felt ready to hit it like a house on fire. Just think, now I was responsible for two persecuted, frustrated men. One was henpecked and neglected at home, so I satisfied him by letting him be the man in charge. The other was sexually suppressed at home, but Gary and I had given him a new found freedom. In his public life, he fancied himself to be a tough, domineering, take charge guy, but with us, he had discovered that he was turned on by playing the role of subservient ass-kisser. 

Knowing Gary the way I did, I couldn’t even begin to guess what wild and crazy plans he was scheming for the three of us. I tried to imagine what the pecking order would be and it made my dick hard all over again. So, I had to put these thoughts aside and go to work. But there was one revelation I couldn’t get out of my mind - in one weekend, I had experienced enough thrills and chills to last a lifetime. 

End of Part Four...