“Fuck me—oh, fuck me!” the Canadian pleaded. “Oh, let me have every inch of that beautiful, big, hard muscle cock!”
Vaughn felt his own cock throb almost painfully in response to the sight of all of the unashamed sex going on all around him. His talented young cocksucker, in the meanwhile, hadn’t skipped a beat. He sucked Vaughn nonstop, impaling himself orally upon the full length of the cowboy’s prick, and he cupped his hands around Vaughn’s buttocks to hold him in place while he mutely urged Vaughn to fuck his throat.
Nor did any of the men piled on the beds and the mattresses falter in their use of one another’s bodies. Cocks plunged monotonously in and out of mouths and ass holes, or were massaged by roughly pumping fists.
But there was at least one man in the immediate vicinity who wasn’t taking part in the action at all. He was a sultry, dark, curly-haired number about twenty-five years old. He was naked except for a pair of scuffed and mud-stained laced-up work boots. He was seated in a battered old armchair next to one of the beds with his right leg raised and slung over one of the armrests, and his left leg resting over the edge of the seat cushion so that the sole of his booted foot was planted firmly on the floor. The pose resulted in his cock and balls being conveniently visible to anyone who happened to glance his way—and his cock, in particular, was well worth a second look. It was a thick eight or nine-inch fuck tool, which its owner was stroking casually with one hand while he observed the men sucking and fucking with such abandon all around him in the bedroom.
He happened to look over in Vaughn’s direction. Their eyes met across the space which separated them, and Vaughn thought he detected a sudden flare-up of desire burning away in the other guy’s beautiful eyes, which gleamed in the lamplight. He had a small mustache which quivered sensuously above his lips. Once his gaze met Vaughn’s, he held it and never wavered, despite the furious activity going on all around him.
He just went on stroking himself, almost placidly. But when he was sure he had Vaughn’s full, undivided attention, he held his dick out toward Vaughn as though to say, Come here and take it, if you want it. It’s all yours. All of these other guys are having their fun. Why shouldn’t we?
Vaughn could feel the sex-crazed atmosphere in the farmhouse having its inevitable effect on his own libido, making him eager to throw off all restraint, all decency, and wallow in pure sex. As for the guy who was working on his cock—he was sucking Vaughn fantastically well. As a result, Vaughn now found himself in a bit of a quandary.
He hated to have his cocksucker stop working on him, and he felt that it would be rather rude to ask him to stop. But Vaughn didn’t want to come in that mouth, undeniably talented though it was. He didn’t want to come again so soon. The evening, after all, had just begun. With the other men in the house setting such a fine example of unrestrained depravity, Vaughn knew that he had a multitude of erotic options available to him.
Vaughn wanted to fuck the man who was seated in the armchair, teasing him, and he wanted to fuck the men who were gang humping so shamelessly in front of him. In fact, he wanted to have sex, in some form or other, with every guy in the place! Was that possible? Could anyone, no matter how horny, have enough stamina to accomplish such a feat?
Vaughn didn’t know. But he was sure as hell willing to give it a try!
One of the other guests suddenly noticed the vulnerability of the position that Vaughn’s cocksucker was in. He came over, put on a condom and some lube, and unceremoniously rammed his rod straight up the kneeling stud’s ass, without so much as a grunt of warning. But the guy took it without complaint—in fact, without showing any real surprise, as though being fucked from behind by some unseen number was an everyday experience for him. He pushed his butt backward, impaling himself onto the prick, and he groaned and gurgled his pleasure at being penetrated from both ends. With one cock hammering away between his buttocks, he gobbled up the remaining inches of Vaughn’s prick, until his handsome face was buried in the cowboy’s groin.
Vaughn enjoyed being deep-throated like that for several minutes. But the young man’s mouth was too efficient, bringing him dangerously close to ejaculating, and he knew he’d have to deprive himself of the intense stimulation and pleasure, if he didn’t want to come so soon.
He reached over and patted the face of the guy who was doing the fucking.
“He’s all yours,” Vaughn told the man, pulling his prick from the youth’s taut, wet mouth with a slurp and a pop.
The cocksucker didn’t seem too downcast by his sudden loss of Vaughn’s cock, except that he looked up with a pout on his lips as Vaughn went into the nearby bedroom and toward the armchair. But then the fellator folded his arms under his chest and leaned down on them, angling his butt up to press it against the crotch behind him, and wriggling his ass to squeeze the cock that was fucking him. The man behind him gripped him around the hips and pulled him back, then drove him forward again. The recipient of the fuck might as well have been a human sex toy, with his hole being used callously for his fucker’s pleasure. The active partner in the sex act repeated the process, over and over again, his brutal use of the other guy’s anus bringing howls of joy from the kneeling number’s throat—until a third man came up and plugged that mouth and throat with a fresh dick, for their owner to suck on while he continued to get screwed.
Vaughn smiled at the curly-haired, mustached young man sitting in the armchair, who kept playing with his own shaft as he reached out with his other hand and claimed Vaughn’s testicles. His hand was feverishly warm and damp with sweat, and he tightened his fingers slightly, rubbing the balls delicately against his palm and pulling Vaughn first toward him, then over him, until their faces were close together.
They kissed, with a gentleness and tenderness that was somewhat surprising, given the lurid circumstances.
As he savored that sensuous mouth, Vaughn heard a man nearby them demanding, “Fuck me! All of you! One after the other, damn it. I want all of your cocks up my ass!”
Whoever that is, he’s taken the words right out of my mouth! I must be slipping. I’d planned on being the life of this party, but now it sounds as though somebody’s beaten me to the punch!
Breaking their kiss, Vaughn and the curly-haired number both instinctively turned their heads to see who the sex pig was who was demanding so much cock. Vaughn pegged him at once as the kind of indefatigable, aggressive power bottom who was no doubt always popular at a gangbang.
He was a pleasant-looking dude with close-cropped reddish-brown hair, and a pale-skinned body with a hint of a beer belly. He was no Adonis, to be sure. But in this company, with his whorish attitude, he didn’t need to be. Naked except for a dog collar buckled around his neck and a leather body harness strapped on his torso, he was sprawled on one of the mattresses, with a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant ready to hand, and he was obviously willing to take on any and all comers.
“In my mouth,” he pleaded hoarsely. “In my ass. Fuck my mouth and my ass! Come on, you guys. Let me have those cocks. I want to—uh!” His voice was abruptly cut off when one of the other guests, taking him at his word, straddled his chest, forced his prick deep into his open mouth, and began to fuck his face. A moment later, a second man, having finished putting a rubber on his dick and slicking himself up with a palm full of the lube, grabbed the power bottom’s ankles, raised his legs high in the air, spread them into an obscene V shape—and shoved his cock up that willingly surrendered ass.
“Yeah,” the dude straddling the bottom’s chest grunted. “Let’s tag-team the horny son-of-a-bitch. Fuck him, man. Pound his ass while I stretch out his throat. Then we can switch, if you want to. Gotta keep both of these holes filled. And you other horny bastards—line up and wait your turns. Don’t worry. You can all fuck him.”
Mesmerized, Vaughn watched the two cocks being thrust into the gangbang victim’s mouth and ass. Other men were getting into the act, clustering around the three men on the mattress. While the
y waited their turn at the power bottom’s mouth and ass, they masturbated themselves and each other. They kissed each other. Their restless hands reached out to touch and fondle any other naked body that was within easy reach. One impatient guy was jabbing his dick toward the cocksucker’s face while he was still busy sucking another man. The intruding penis was a massive, lumbering thing engorged with unusually large, prominent veins and displaying a distinctive sort of loping arch.
Damn! I’ve become a real connoisseur of cocks—an expert in the way they look and feel and react. I can compare and contrast them, at will. I could write an essay on the subject.
Vaughn smirked to himself, remembering some of his other recent tricks, until he was brought back to the present by the sight of the bottom man switching pricks. The bottom man let the other man shove his oversized fuck tool between his lips, pushing it over his tongue and going very deeply down into his throat. He gagged, and almost retched, but he held onto it.
The man who was now in his ass was plowing away heavily toward orgasm, and the stud whom he had been blowing now straddled the bottom’s back, so that he could be sucked by a fourth guy more easily and give the rear man some room in which to work, too. The fucker gripped him around the thighs and shoved his dick into the bottom’s ass hole. It seemed to become contagious, this sudden striving for ejaculation. One of the studs who had been taking turns in the bottom’s mouth tired of it and went around behind the rear man, who shifted his weight and spread his own big, hard buttocks and willingly let the guy’s latex-sheathed and lubricated cock slide in between them. The bedsprings creaked loudly as a result of the combined weight of the bodies piled onto the mattress.
As exciting as it was for Vaughn to observe all this activity, he had even more stimulation nearer at hand.
The curly-haired young man who was still holding Vaughn by the nuts stopped stroking himself and he took Vaughn’s hard cock in his other hand. He moved around on the armchair until both of his feet were flat on the floor, then he leaned forward and sucked Vaughn. Next, still sucking, he slid off the chair, knelt down on the floor in front of it, and turned his ass around, offering it silently to him.
“You want to get fucked?” Vaughn asked.
A muffled grunt answered him, presumably in the affirmative.
Vaughn looked around for the rubbers and lubricants which were being so freely dispensed. As a man obligingly handed him a condom and a bottle of lube, he saw Darren—locked in a heavy, sweaty sixty-nine on one of the mattresses on the floor, oblivious to everything else as he sucked and was sucked by a fantastically good-looking guy with a—probably not by coincidence—huge cock.
All around the interior of this room and the two adjoining rooms resounded the cacophony of sex. Vaughn heard obscene commands, encouragements, and expressions of pleasure. The grunts and groans accompanying sucking and fucking. The loud, breathless moans and mewing gurgles of orgasm, as man after man lost his cum. The visual and aural stimulation was too much to resist.
“Stop sucking,” Vaughn said. Reluctantly, he withdrew his saliva-soaked prick from his cocksucker’s mouth. “I want to fuck.”
Vaughn knelt down behind his willing partner, availed himself of the rubber and the lube he’d been handed, and he penetrated the other guy’s tight, squirming ass hole. He entered all the way to the balls in one fierce lunge from his hips, and the recipient of his thrust sank forward against the armchair, his belly thudding against its edge.
He moaned in response to the bulk of Vaughn’s ramrod filling his butt and pressing the front of his body firmly against the chair, which kept him in place while Vaughn fucked him. His buttocks writhed and the muscles of his back rippled in what looked to Vaughn like delicious torment. Spurred to still greater exertions by the sight, Vaughn leaned forward over that enticing back, and he fucked his partner harder and faster.
All the while, Vaughn kept his eyes fixed on the gangbang taking place nearby. He watched as one man’s brutal reaming-out of the insatiable bottom’s ass hole suddenly terminated in a violent orgasm. The fucker pulled his cock out—only to be supplanted immediately by another guy who rammed his hard, eager prick between those upraised buttocks and deep into that already well-used hole.
“Want a snort?” Vaughn heard a man beside him ask.
“Yeah,” Vaughn replied. The guy was offering him an open bottle of liquid poppers, which Vaughn sniffed, gratefully.
Meanwhile, a young number was masturbating himself into a frenzy while he impatiently awaited his next turn at the bottom’s insatiable mouth. When he saw Vaughn screwing the other guy so close to him, he quickly turned, and offered his rigid cock to Vaughn’s mouth.
“Suck me, for Christ sake, before I go crazy,” the young guy pleaded.
Vaughn clutched at the guy’s hips, pulling on his buttocks, and groveling and gulping at his dick. Vaughn’s new partner cooperated by jutting his crotch into his face, at the same time wrapping his hands around Vaughn’s head and chanting, “That’s right. Suck it, buddy, suck it!”
He rolled his thick bologna sausage of a cock over Vaughn’s lips until Vaughn sucked it inside them, enveloping the meat as securely as the other guy’s ass hole gripped his cock.
This is extreme. A real orgy. No holds barred... I’m so happy I came. He wasn’t as drunk or high as some of the guests seemed to be, but like them, he had succumbed to the prevailing sex frenzy. All of that cock was simply too much to resist, and he exulted in his depravity as the man beneath him ground his ass against him, bucking backward. And then the curly-haired guy twisted his head around and up, and he started licking at the muscular thighs and the tight balls that swung under the root of the big cock which his fucker, Vaughn, was sucking on.
“Take another hit,” the man holding the poppers suggested.
Vaughn snorted the amyl, greedily.
Reeling in response to the amyl rush, he felt the cock head in his throat swell—he felt the entire length of the erection expand and shudder—and he braced himself for the inevitable explosion of sperm. The discharge shot into his throat in thick bursts of hot, sticky jism, with choking force. He tugged on the pecker with his lips and swabbed it with his tongue, keeping it jammed down his throat while it erupted. He swallowed repeatedly, desperately, in his effort to contain the hot flood of cum that boiled into him, rinsing out his gullet, and burning in his guts.
The power bottom happened to lose his own hot load just at that moment. He wailed ecstatically around the prick he was deep-throating, while the dude who was fucking him continued to pound his butt. The bottom’s white cum shot straight up into the air between the other two men’s bodies, only to rain down indiscriminately on all three sweaty, writhing men.
Vaughn began to pound his fuck pole into the stud under him, trying to pace himself, timing his thrusts, while the slick, drained cock eased itself out of his mouth, and the gorgeous young guy whom he was fucking so industriously jerked and thrashed in response to each new penetration, gasping from the impact of Vaughn’s drives into his rectum.
The same man then stepped up behind Vaughn and held the open bottle of amyl under his nose. Once again, Vaughn inhaled the poppers deeply, gratefully. He felt heat penetrate first his nasal cavities, then the rest of his head. His body suddenly seemed weightless, and his hard-driving cock burned and melted inside that tight, gripping ass hole it was fucking. Abruptly, his own ass cheeks were pulled roughly apart, and a gigantic cylinder of solid flesh slid deep into his anus, as the amyl hit him again, even harder.
“God damn,” Vaughn exclaimed. “I hope to hell you’ve got a rubber on that big dick of yours!”
“You bet I do,” his unseen fucker assured him, as he pushed still more of his dick into Vaughn. “No barebacking, Darren said. His house, his rules. Oh, you’ve got a hot, tight ass, cowboy!”
“Well, now that you’re in there, nail it,” Vaughn demanded. “Fuck the hell out of me!”
The poor curly-haired guy, who
was still bent over under Vaughn and being reamed out by him, let out a cry of shock and discomfort, too. The unexpected thrust of the anonymous cock into Vaughn’s ass had made Vaughn lose his balance and fall forward, forcing his own prick even more violently than usual into his handsome sex partner.
Vaughn was then the slab of meat in a fuck sandwich, giving and taking cock, possessing one man’s hot ass while another stud penetrated his own hole. His body, along with those of the other two men who flanked him, moved back and forth in a steady seesaw rhythm.
Fueled by more snorts of the poppers, Vaughn became a mindless sex machine, banging away, his body jerking back and forth between the other two men.
Vaughn came. The guy he was fucking came. The man who was fucking Vaughn came. It was a chain reaction of lustful consummation.
Dizzy from the combination of the amyl and his orgasm, Vaughn eased his cock out of the hot suction of the curly-haired number’s anus, leaving him sprawled obscenely across the armchair. Twisting himself free of his own impalement, Vaughn turned around and got his first good look at the man who’d fucked him. He was a big guy, totally naked, flushed red with prolonged sexual excitement, and dripping wet with sweat. Looking dazed himself in the aftermath of his orgasm, he stripped the cum-loaded condom from his cock, and he leered at Vaughn.
“You liked my dick up your ass, huh?” he said. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and suck it, now? You get it good and hard again, and I’ll fuck you some more.”
“Listen, mister,” Vaughn fumed. “Nobody fucks me unless I want him to. The next time you want to stick your dick up my ass, you might have the courtesy to ask me, first.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints coming out of your mouth.”
“I’m not complaining. Just making a point.”
Somewhat to Vaughn’s surprise, the brawny number seemed contrite. He was the one who got down on his knees, in front of Vaughn.
“Aw, don’t go away mad,” he mumbled. “Let me make it up to you. Let me suck your dick.”
Bondage Ranch Page 3