Becoming a Cock Sucking Slut in the Leather Bar

I have been interested in older men since I was a teenager. Having turned 33 this year, I have had time to enjoy sex with several older gentlemen of all sizes, colors, and tastes. I met one of my favorite Tops a few months ago during Southern Decadence here in New Orleans.

The Friday night before Labor Day arrived. I put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and hiking boots and hit the Quarter. I moved in and out of a few bars enjoying the spectacle of all these horny gay and bisexual men in such close proximity. While waiting for a coke at one of the popular leather bars in the Quarter, a very attractive 50ish guy came up next to me. He was about 5'7", fit and tan. He had on Levi's, boots, a leather hat, no shirt with a perfect hairy chest, which doesn't always do it for me. We chatted, and before long his hands were all over me. He led me to the back of the bar near the pool tables.

With no further comment, he pushed me to my knees and slipped his cock in my mouth. It was perfect for me. I really loved the way his cock felt in my mouth. It was maybe 7.5, cut, tight, shaved balls. Just the way I liked it. I was initially embarrassed, but I quickly realized I was not the only boy giving service back there. In fact, as my eyes wandered, while he kept thrusting his cock in and out out of my mouth, I saw at least 6 other guys doing the same thing. So I relaxed and enjoyed the fun.

While I was sucking, my new friend called out across the bar to a buddy of his who just wandered in. He said nonchalantly, "I've found a new one," as he patted the top of my head. He whispered, "This is a colleague of mine, treat him right." It was no request. I knew not to question. His friend came over, and he was very large. He was 6'3" or better and must have been over 275#. Not the type I usually hang with, but I had been ordered by my new friend. Before I could sound any protest, the new guy, who was also in his 50s, had whipped out his dick. It was incredible. It was not huge, but certainly over 8 inches with a big, bulbous head.

Without delay or introduction, the guy jammed his cock in my mouth. The first guy took his buddies drink order and walked off to the bar. Try as I might, I was having a hard time with the cock. He grabbed my head and pushed deep. I gagged and my eyes watered, but I was quickly loving this cock. His thrusts increased, and he was soon shooting ribbons of cum in my mouth. I gulped and enjoyed every drop. He backed away, and I slid back on my heels. He helped me up, and I saw his face for the first time. He was a professor of mine during undergrad. I had no idea he liked guys, but he had always been nice to me in each of the

He recognized me and gave me a huge hug. We went to the bar for a drink. Neither put their cocks back in, and they both stayed hard the whole time. They made me take off my shorts and wear nothing but briefs and boots. After our drink, they grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar wearing just briefs and boots. Professor carried my t-shirt and shorts. We walked 8 blocks to the first guys house in the quarter. It was certainly made for play.

Our host had a sling, a small pool in a secluded courtyard, king-sized poster bead, equipped with ropes, large screen TV with lots of porno tapes. I love slings, so I was put in immediately. They both played with my ass and took out a big can of Crisco. Fingers slid over my cock and into my ass. The host had first shot at my ass. He pushed in with ease as they had loosened me up pretty good. Meanwhile, the Prof fed me his perpetually hard cock. Soon the host pulled out, and jerked cum all over my face.

The Prof moved down, grabbed my ankles and took dead aim. His big head almost popped into my ass. He was wonderful. Starting slowly, he gradually increased his speed. I had closed my eyes to enjoy the fucking when I felt the host's cock nudging my lips apart. I swallowed him in one gulp. They fucked me from both ends for what seemed to be an hour. The professor grunted loudly and filled my enflamed ass. Shortly after, the host blew another load across my chest.

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The host excused himself. I looked at the Prof. He was someone that I probably wouldn't have normally fucked. Particularly at that moment, his thinning hair disheveled, sweat running down his large stomach, and his fat cock glistening with a few drops of cum dangling from it. I couldn't resist scooping his cum drops with my finger, and licking my finger clean.

The host returned to the bar. The professor and I jumped in the pool and had another drink. Soon we were back in action on the lounge chair around the pool. This time with me riding on his fat dick while he laid back with his hands behind his head. He was the first multi-orgasmic male I've met. He could cum in my ass, keep pumping, and cum again and again. I stayed there for the weekend. I was naked for the entire weekend with the exception of a few trips to a nearby bar. During those times, I was allowed to wear short shorts and my boots only. The Professor enjoyed having other men look and grab me in public. I was also ordered to suck a few of his friends in the back of the bar.

Over the weekend, the professor must have fucked me dozens of times. The host also had free access to me which he indulged himself with several times. Sunday night, the host had a party, which turned into an orgy. It was great too. The professor had the most stamina of anyone there.

The professor returned to campus, and comes to town from time to time as it is a less than two hour drive. The host travels quite a bit, but the three of us have met once again since that weekend.

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