Whoring Out Marshall’s Muscle Butt

Indianapolis—December, 2019

Marshall, the short, shaved headed sub with the muscle butt I had seen twice before, sent me a text.  He’d loved being whored out—and wanted to do it again.  We could meet up only in the late afternoon—so we went to the bathhouse that is downtown hoping for end of work day traffic.

I was slightly late as the freeway I was on stopped for an accident.  I checked in, found my locker and went up to the room number he had sent me.  He’s gotten a big double bed room.  There were mirrors everywhere and a very large flat screen television playing porn.  Marshall greeted me with a big smile on his face—and instantly went to his knees…

I leave the door to the room wide open.  I am in a filthy yellow jock and boots, my towel slung over my shoulder.  “Get my jock wet.”  His mouth is right there.  He inhales deeply and groans in the back of his throat.  Any other man would be stroking himself, but not Marshall.  It’s all about pleasuring me.  He licks the fabric—reinvigorating all the juices left on it:  my own, his and so many other mouths and holes which have pressed against it.  He groans again and begins chewing on it. 

I pull the pouch back and my balls fall into his mouth.  My cock is bent at a crazy angle still in the pouch.  The fabric stretches obscenely to contain it all.  I free it and the shaft slaps against his face.  He groans and opens his mouth but waits for my instructions to suck it.

“Take my dick.   Deep throat it.”

He does.  He continues until I pull out and start fucking his face.

“Get up on the bed.  All fours.  Ass right here.  The ‘here’ is accompanied by the palm of my hand slapping the mattress, right at the edge.  He scrambles up and I kneel.  It’s my turn to inhale the smell of his ass crack—all the light sweat from the exertion and excitement.  I dig into his hole with my tongue.  Out of the corner of my eye I see two men standing in the doorway—their towels tented.

I stand up and slap my cock against his ass.

“You want this dick in you?  Raw?”  The last is for the guys watching and who can’t quite see. I know what my boy of the moment wants. 

“Yes, Sir!”

I push into the spit filled pucker.  One of the guys pushes through the door to get a better look.  “Fuck him,” he whispers.  He drops his towel and strokes.  The other one moves away.  The intruder has a nice enough dick.  He watches me bottom out and the first pull back.  “So hot,” he sighs.

I build up to a good fuck speed.  “You want a turn?”  This sends him out of the room. 

I keep plowing the muscle butt in front of me.  Moments later another man (our age, with a good build and short iron grey hair on his head and in a trimmed goatee) looks in.  He drops his towel too.  He has a good seven inches…and I know from the way he’s looking at that ass, he isn’t going anywhere.  I pull all the way out and slam all the way back in.  Marshall’s ass is open enough to let me do it repeatedly.  I love showing off my full length to the new guy.  “You want a turn?”

“Yeah.  But let me get harder in this pig’s mouth.”  He scrambles up on the bed and worms his way down until his legs are splayed and Marshall is giving him a sloppy blow job as I continue to ream out the ass in front of me.  The guy groans and calls the sub all sorts of names—which only inspire Marshall to give his dick more attention.  “Yeah, I’m ready,” he grunts out.  “Let me at that ass.”

“Sit on him.”  Marshall obeys.  He inches forward and impales himself on the cock that was just in his mouth.  I lean forward and lick the man’s ball as Marshall rides him.  They contract significantly.  “Fuck, he can milk cock…”

I grunt affirmatively, never stopping my tongue from moving.  It’s now going up Goatee’s shaft a little.  Marshall feels it—and begins a slower milking.  One that entails Marshall pausing on the upstroke—to give me a chance to lick the cock—before he slides back down it.  The guy is groaning “You’re a fuckin’ perv, man.  Love it.”

We change around.  Goatee wants to fuck him from behind.  “I think I have another load in me.  I just shot before I walked in here.”  I say a silent thank you to the gods of Viagra and watch the man fuck before I get up on the bed to get to Marshall’s mouth. 

“I know I’d load him if you’d fuck me as I fuck him.” 

I slide right back down.  I grease my cock and get behind Goatee.  I touch his hole.  It’s loose and wet.  It may even have cum in it.  He slows his jack rabbit stroke. I push in.  “FUUUUCK!”

I stand still and let him do the thrusting and impaling.  He is going for the gold.  Faster and faster.  His ass clenches as he spurts his seed into Marshall’s glorious ass.  I just hold still.  He pulls out.  I pull out.  I insist I lick his dick—though it’s making him cringe.  I dive for the trail of jizz leaking out of Marshall’s ass. Goatee watches me clean him up—and plunge my dick into the wet warm cum he left behind.  The load is big.  It squelches as I fuck in it.

Goatee thanks us and realizes we have a crowd watching us outside the door.  He looks at me and shrugs.  “Men are pigs—and you are two of the best.”  He leaves the door open as he leaves and I continue to fuck Marshall’s creamed out hole.

*****

We decide to fuck out of the room.  There is a semi dark area.  It used to be just an empty room.  Now there are more benches and platforming with rails to be bent over.  There is one man getting head as we step in.  We can’t see much else.

I fuck Marshall on a bench.  A young, short Latino (our eyes are accustomed to the light now) wanders through and stops to watch us fuck.  “He has two holes,” I tell him. 

To my surprise he comes up, unwraps his towel and sticks his dick in Marshall’s mouth.  “Ahhh…” he murmurs.  I make sure my hips connect with Marshall’s ass—making a nice thwacking sound in the dim light. 

“You wanna fuck him?”

He nods and comes around.  He has a condom in his hand.  I take it from him.  Without any hesitation he sticks his dick into the wet hole bare.  “I can cum in him?”

“Yes.  Give him another load.  That’s what he wants.”

Bam.  Ten or twelve strokes and the kid is done.  I clean his cock.  Only then do I realize how tiny he is.  But he’s given me a big load to eat out.  He stays to watch me do it for a time before heading for the showers.

Others pass and watch.

We fuck some more, now with Marshall bent over the rail.  A bigger built Latino—and slightly older, comes in.  He watches.  I offer his ass.  No sucking for him.  And no condom hidden in his palm.  He just pushes into the wet hole the moment I pull out.  Twenty odd strokes and he fires off his load.

I clean his cock—this guy loves it—and lick up the few drops of escaping semen.

Traffic has slowed—so we go back to his room.  This time I close the door.  I lie on the bed.  He stands astride my chest and slowly lowers that muscular butt down onto my mouth.  I suck and slurp the three churned loads deep in his guts.  Loads that are slowly oozing out as he sits on my face.  I suck and slobber in true pig heaven.  Marshall finally leans forward.  He collects the precum off my cock head—and bends farther to tongue my tight pucker.  We are in a 69—our faces plastered to the other’s butt crack.

I know it’s time to load him.  I tap his thighs. 

“How do you want me?”

“Just like we started fucking.”

He gets on all fours right at the edge of the bed.  I sink into his wet, sloppy hole.  He let’s all his muscle control go for a moment.  I am cock deep in a delightfully wet mess of a mancunt.  He tightens down the moment he hears me screw the poppers cap shut.

The wave hits as I begin to thrust.  It builds.  It overtakes me.  And I add a fourth load into his cum-sloppy butt…

Marshall’s other two entries are here for "The Sub with the Muscle Butt."

And here for "Churning the Loads in Marshall"