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Friday, September 4, 2015

[SS-028] Waking


[WAKING]

Pete regained his consciousness. The wet feeling of the seawater, the graininess of the course brown sand, the sound of the mild waves and the heat of the sun rays awoken him. He found himself lying on the shore. His defined muscles were on display as he was wearing next to nothing with just designer trunks on.

Pete sat up and tried to recollect how he got there by the beach. The last thing he remembered was attending a high-end party at a yacht. He recalled how he spent his time drinking, dancing and flirting with the ladies there. The last mental image of himself he was able to create was him, still fully clothed, drinking a shot of pink liquid. Everything else after that was already a blur. 

"Oh wow. Look honey, it's last night's it guy," said a male voice.

Pete turned his head towards the one who talked and found it was one of the two muscular men standing a few feet away from him.

"Oh yeah, that's him. I almost forgot how hot he is," replied the shorter man.

Pete squinted, "excuse me, do I know you?"

The first guy laughed, "I don't think so. I doubt you remember us from all the men who did you last night."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Pete retorted.

"The hosts of the event drugged you. You became a willing cum dump for every man in the party. You were servicing every cock in the yacht until dawn," the second man told him.

"You fucking perverts!" Pete exclaimed. Then suddenly he felt his ass twitch.

The first man turned to the other, "you know what, Babe? Let's remind this stud what a slut he was last night."

"NO!" Pete shouted hoarsely. He tried to get up to punch them but he was too weak to move.

The shorter man went behind him and locked his hands on his back and ordered him, "suck my boyfriend's dick."

Pete wanted to struggle away however, as soon as the taller muscular stud pulled down his trunks, Pete fell silent and was captivated by the hardening cock in front of him. It seemed that the chemicals in his body reacted with the musky smell of the hunks crotch.

Instinctively, Pete engulfed the big dick in front of him with his mouth. He could not believe how masterful he got in giving blowjobs. He enjoyed the large piece of manhood hitting his throat.

"Gawd, this guy is the best it guy we've ever had!" commented the guy receiving head.

The man behind him whispered to his ear, "hey, you want me to fuck you while you suck him? Just like what we did last night at the yacht?"


Pete released the cock in his mouth for a second and spoke, "yes please... Fuck me!"

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