FINAL CHAPTER
I went home and took a nap and got up around 5p ate a small dinner then began my prep. I was nervous about being used by multiple men but I was also excited. Finally around 7p I drove over to Big Mike’s house. He dressed me up in a leather jock, chaps and a chest harness and a dog collar. I already had some black boots on. Grape a towel and let’s go, Mike was quite on the drive. We got to the bar and parked a block away. You want me to walk to the bar with my ass hanging out. Damn right Boy. When we got to the sidewalk he but a leash on my collar. My cock was straining against my jock. I was so turned on it was insane. We walked in and Mike was greeted like a king. On guy cupped my ass and Mike don’t touch him till I’m finished. We went to the bar and Mike got me a drink of good Bourbon to help me relax. He looked at me and said you’re be fine and I got your back. When you had enough just tell Alan and he will tell you where I’m at. I Smiled as he led me to the sling in the corner of the bar. The bar was a gay man’s dream. Dance floor in the middle and along the walls were tables and slings, a rack and some mats on the floor. The place was packed with men and I mean men. Big cocks little cocks, tall, short. I real cornucopia of men. I climbed in to the sling(not falling out this time). As Mike put my feet in the sterips, my heart was pounding, my cock was still locked in the jock. Mike took off his jock and let loose the hunk of meat. He had me suck his it until it was hard. Everyone was watching us as Mike applied lube to his cock, I already had lube up my ass. Ready? Yes sir, fuck the cum out of me. With that Mike slowly slid his cock inside. The feeling of pure pleasure came over me as he went deeper inside my hole. All 10″ was burried and I was glad Mike had me work on my bussy. He started to fuck me slow at first the faster, some times pulling out and slamming it back in. I liked that feeling of my hole popping open and closed. Don’t ask me how long he lasted my head was spinning. All I know was when he came inside me, I started to have my first anal organism and long thick ropes of cum shot from my cock. Mike pulled out and said boy he all yours. The one by one they would put there cock in me then walk around to clean it off. Must be some ritual. Then one guy started to fuck me, then another, then another. So many I lost count. Guys were jerking off in my mouth. I got out of the sling and went to the bar all weak knee. I got a glass of water and some guy started to fuck me again. I needed a break so I founf Alan and asked where’s Mike. I his office up those steps. I walked in and told Mike I had enough, cum was running down my leg dripping from my ass. OK, give me a minute to finish and we’ll leave. I looked at the clock and it was 1a. I been having sex for 3 hours. I’m an anal slut!!! A few weeks went by and Dannie and I grew closer and almost inseparable. She told me she loved me and I did as well. Then one day Mike came to the book store and with a sad look in his eyes he said the party is over. Aids epidemic was hitting and Mike sold the bar. He told us to get tested and to only have sex with each other until this blows over. As we know it didn’t, we eventually turned the book store in an alternative clothing store and added a tattoo and piercing. Damn if the store didn’t take off, especially in the early 2000. Dannie and I are still together after 40 some year. Made a good penny with the store and my career. Raise 2 kids, both in college, good thing we made money. Mike died in 2005 of cancer and he had one hell of a funeral.
