I saw them talking while I was working on my squats. I tried to ignore them but from the corner of my eye I could tell they were all watching me – Jake and a couple other dudes I’d seen around the gym but had never spoken with.
They didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were talking about me. They just stared with identical vulpine smiles.
I turned my head away so I couldn’t see them and tried to focus on my workout, trying to ignore the tumult of emotions going on inside me. I knew what Jake had told them. The shame of having my secrets shared was almost overwhelming. The fear of people in my life, of my wife, finding out the things I’d let Jake do to me was almost crippling.
But I hadn’t been fucked in almost three weeks. Part of me had hoped it was over. That Jake had grown tired of me and moved on. But a part of me felt deeply unsettled, like my body was was going through withdraw. Every morning that week I’d waken up in the middle of a dream of some faceless man burying himself inside me – waken up with my dick throbbing.
I finished my set – or more accurately I stopped my squats, I’d completely lost count of how many I’d done – and racked my weights. I think I’d planned on doing a couple more sets but I couldn’t focus and I knew the gym was closing soon. So I just gave up and headed to the locker room to take a quick shower and head home.
I told myself I was trying to hurry and get home before things got bad but I think deep down part of me was just excited.
After the shortest shower of my life, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked to my locker. I wasn’t even surprised to find the two guys that’s been talking to Jake standing in front of my locker. My hearts was racing and my stomach twisted in knots.
“We hear you suck dick like an Olympic champion,” one of them said. The other one started started slowly rubbing his dick through his shorts and I could see the outline through the thin fabric.
I took a couple deep breaths terrified that my dick would get just as hard and be just as obvious through my towel. I couldn’t. I couldn’t become the gym slut – an open mouth an willing ass for any dude needing to cum. I couldn’t.
But at the same time I felt a deep, hollow, tingling in the back of my throat.
“You’ve got the wrong guy,” I said.
“That’s not what we heard,” he answered. “We heard you’re the best, most eager, cocksucker in the place.”
“Mhm,” agreed the other. “We heard you moan like a desperate, cock hungry whore when you have a dick in your ass.”
I felt my pulse thumping wildly throughout my entire body. I fought to control my legs which seemed to want to drop to my knees involuntarily. I tried to muster up some anger, tried to pretend that dark places in my soul agreed with what they were saying.
“Oh fuck off …”
“You’re doing it wrong,” a deep voice from behind interrupted me.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jake walking up. “You’re going about it all wrong,” he said again. He stepped in close, less than a foot away from me and took off his shirt.
“Don’t try to talk him into it, he will just argue with you.” He was looking me right in the eye but he wasn’t talking to me, he was talking to the other two.
Jake kicked off his shoes and socks. “Just tell him what to do. He won’t say no.” He dropped his shorts to the floor and his dick sprang free. If he had been standing closer it would have slapped me in the stomach. He never broke eye contact when he told me to get on my knees.
I didn’t say no. I never said no to Jacob. My towel slipped from my waist and I bent down to my knees. Jacob rested his hard cock on my face for a moment before telling me to open my mouth.
I did.
Slowly he slid his dick in my mouth, just a couple inches before pulling out and sliding it back in. It was like he was teasing himself with my mouth.
“Now show them what you’re good for,” he growled.
I wrapped my lips around his dick and pulled him deeper into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly began to work my head up and down. I could almost feel my brain shut off as his pleasure became my focus.
“Ok, he’s ready,” Jake said.
I heard some movement behind me. I wasn’t sure what they were doing but I knew what was coming next. I opened my throat as wide as I could and pushed my head down, taking Jacob as deep as I could. Right then I needed the discomfort to distract myself from the shame of how hard my dick had gotten.
I felt a hand on my back and something warm and wet dripped down my ass. Lube. Thank god. I felt the familiar pressure against my ass. I let out an involuntary groan as I felt a dick slide inside me.
I felt hands grab my hips as he ground himself inside me. Further and further , spreading me, filling me, until I started to wonder if the two ducks would meet somewhere in the middle.
I focused on my throat, opening wide and bobbing my head, using my throat to fuck Jacob’s cock while whoever used my ass. God, I didn’t even know who it was that had their dick in my ass.
Jake pulled himself from my mouth and made a gesture toward the third guy, sitting on a bench beside us. He sat there naked, slowly stroking his dick, just watching me. I knew what Jake was saying, even without words, and crawled to two steps toward the other man.
Without a word I pulled his hand away from his dick and lowered my face to his lap. I ran my tongue from the base of his dick to the tip before taking him fully into my mouth.
“I knew you were a cock hungry slut,” he moaned as I started sucking his dick.
The guy behind me kept fucking me, slow and steady. It was almost painful, but not physically. He was excruciatingly slow, just sliding back and forth inside me. I needed more. I needed to be fucked. I started pushing back against him and I guess he took the hint.
He pulled back slowly and thrust into me hard enough I nearly fell over. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. This seemed to encourage him. He pulled back slowly again before slamming back into me. Again and again. Pull back slow, slam back in. Hard. And deep.
My cock was aching. I needed release. I needed to cum. But my body wouldn’t give me that satisfaction yet. I started sucking the dudes dick harder. There needed to be release. And if I couldn’t have it then I’d have to make sure he did.
The guy behind me must have been close to cumming. His fingers dug into my hips. He slammed into me over and over, grunting with each thrust.
I couldn’t focus on the dick in my mouth. The force of each thrust push into the dude’s stomach, forcing my mouth off his dick.
The dude pushed my face down to his balls and I took them in my mouth. I licked and sucked at his balls the best I could while my body was being battered. He started stroking his dick right about my face, jacking wildly – he needed the release too.
The one fucking me came first. His cock throbbed inside me, filling me as he groaned his satisfaction. A moment later the other man pulled my head back as he furiously stroked his dick. Cum erupted from his cock splashing across my face and neck. He gritted his teeth as he shot line after line across my face.
His entire body relaxed and as he stopped stroking his dick he pulled my face back down. I took him back in my mouth and sucked his dick clean as he slowly went soft in my mouth.
I felt hands around my waist and my body being lifted. The man stood as Jake lifted me and pushed me on my back on the bench.
Jake didn’t say a word. He just lifted my legs onto his shoulders and pushed his dick into my ass. He leaned over me, nearly bending me in half and began to thrust.
Jake doesn’t fuck around. He didn’t start off slow and gentle. He immediately started slamming into me. He pounded my ass like he was angry with me, grunting and swearing the whole time. He must have been frustrated from waiting.
I felt his balls slapping against my ass. He held me up like I was nothing and just took me. So fucking hard. So fucking deep. The way I needed it.
I could see my hard cock flopping around as he pummeled me. My body was twitching. He was hitting the right spot inside me. I was right on the edge of the release I needed so badly.
I held onto the bench beneath me as my body crashed over the edge of bliss. The sensation started deep inside me, radiating out through my balls and down my dick.
“Oh god, oh god” I mumbled as the orgasm took over my entire body. I opened my eyes just in time to see myself begin to cum. But Jake had my hips up over my body. I felt my cum splash across my stomach, my chest, and my face.
Fuck I was cumming on myself.
A wave of shame washed over me even as I pushed my hips down trying to get Jake to keep hitting the right spot. I wanted it to be over. I wanted it to never end.
I came down from the orgasm and my entire body was electrified. I felt everything so intensely like every nerve ending in my body was on edge. But Jake wasn’t done and he was intent on cumming.
The stimulation was overwhelming. I couldn’t handle it. I tried to pull away but Jakes grip was too strong. He held me in place and continued to slam into my ass.
Resistance was pointless but the feeling was so intense I thought my brain was going to explode.
“Oh god. Cum. Please cum,” I found myself whimpering. “Please cum in me. Please I need you to cum.” I know what I sounded like. But I couldn’t help it.
What felt like an eternity of excruciating pleasure finally passed when Jake buried his cock inside me and groaned through his release. He held me up for a minute longer, slowly using my ass to milk his cock dry.
When he was done he dropped me to the bench without ceremony. And started getting dressed. I laid there not a moment, trying to catch my breath, trying to recover a bit of my sanity.
After a couple minutes I remembered the other two dudes and looked around to see what they were doing.
They were gone. Just gone. Their clothes and everything. They’d fucked me and left without saying a word.
I was still trying to process that when Jake finished dressing. I looked up at him from the bench, still spent, still covered in cum, still soaked in shame.
Two strangers had fucked me. I didn’t even know their names. And they didn’t say a word to me when they were done. I was so ashamed … or maybe I didn’t care and that is what I was ashamed of.
At least Jake said something before he left. He looked over at me from the door and as he left he said, “Get yourself cleaned up. You look like a fucking whore.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xj8cu3/my_addiction_mx4