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(MM, orgy, beast) *** For several months there were just the six of us meeting for the Men's Club. John, my boss, would call me - Ted - into his office from time to time at work for some sexual relief. His calls for attention came especially near the end of a difficult day, occasionally in the morning when he came in frustrated from his wife turning him down the night before. He had me suck his cock and fucked me in the ass every time. Some times he reciprocated, sucking me and letting me fuck him. In the mornings he was freshly bathed, clean, smelling of aftershave and cologne. The afternoons were a bit of a challenge for me. By that time his crotch was sweaty, smelling and tasting of man musk from the day's work in his fancy suits, peeing from time to time during the day. I was under his desk sucking him one time, mouthing his balls, rimming his ass, when a senior employee came in to talk with him about a business matter. I can't imagine how he stayed focused on the conversation, but he did as I sucked him off and swallowed his cum. The visitor never knew John was getting off, shooting his hot creamy sperm in my mouth as he made serious business decisions. One of the hottest times during this period for the six of us was at a mountain retreat that combined many of the things we all enjoyed other than fucking with each other. In the high mountains at a lodge near a lake fed by a beautiful river, we enjoyed horseback riding, rafting the river, canoeing in the lake, the tennis courts, golf, Olympic swimming pool, Jacuzzi, steam bath, dry sauna and services of studly young masseurs who really knew how to take care of a men who enjoyed sex with a man. Some things happened there that I had read about, only imagined, but never expected to become a part of my sex life. John considered these outings business trips, corporate meetings for employee morale - his and mine after I became his favorite employee. The trips were paid for by the company and used as tax write offs. The costs were relatively low. Art, spending his inheritance, picked up the tabs for the rooms. The rest of us paid only for those activities in which we participated - riding, rafting, canoeing, playing tennis, golf, and the sexy massages. [I will share with you later, if interest continues about a special massage session I enjoyed there on this trip.] The beginning of the things that happened there that I had read about, only imagined, but never expected to become a part of my sex life, was after all six of us went on a mountain trail ride. For this ride we used donkeys due to the precipitous canyons along the narrow trails. Back at the barn we were taking care of our mounts, washing, wiping down and brushing our donkeys in their individual stalls. My little steed dropped a big black cock tinged with red from his sheath. I could not help but stroke it, feeling its fleshy thickness and length. Since he was a donkey, his cock looked okay for taking in my mouth. I knelt beside him, pulled his cock underneath his belly to my mouth. I kissed the head tentatively tasting, feeling and smelling donkey dick for the first time. It excited me. I stroked it more and took the thick head in my mouth. The donkey spread his legs, arched his hips and yielded his cock to the wet ministrations of my mouth. He brayed lustfully, the only way I can describe his sound as he enjoyed me sucking his cock. I had about half of it in my mouth, was stroking the other half, urging him to cum, when John walked into our stall. "Oh my, Ted, that is so hot!" he exclaimed. "What's it like? The taste, smell, feel? Is he going to cum? You gonna swallow his jizz?" Embarrassed but overly excited too by the long, fat cock in my mouth, I mumbled, "Yefth," glancing around at John. John had opened his riding pants and was stroking his cock, not much smaller than the donkeys. "Yeah, yeah, Ted," John urged me, "suck him off." I went at the donkey dick, stroking and sucking it. The donkey pranced, jerked toward me, shuddered, brayed loudly, "A-unh, a-unh, a-unh." He snorted as his randy cum filled my mouth to overflowing. I sat back on my heels at first. John came over and slid his big cock in my mouth, bathing his hard flesh stick with the donkey jism. I was swallowing the donkey juice and nursing John's cock as I did so. John fucked my mouth for awhile. Then he guided me to some bales of hay in the stall. He pulled down my pants, turned me around and bent me over the hay bales. Kicking open my legs, he slid the head of his dripping cock up and down in my crack, lubing it with his pre- cum. He spit onto my ass crack mixing his pre-cum with his spit, centered his mushroom crown on my crinkled hole and breached it with his slimy cock. "Oh fuck," I hissed, "fuck my ass, sir, please. Fuck me good. I am so horny after sucking that donkey off and want to cum. Fuck the cum out of me." John rode his prod in my hole, penetrating me deeply, his balls bouncing on mine. He reached around and massaged my clear pre-cum over the helmet of my cock and slicked it down my shaft. More pre-cum oozed out of my slit, and I started shooting a hot load of creamy cum, white bolts onto the hay bale. As my ass clenched and relaxed on his cock pummeling my cunt, John flooded my bowels with his cumload. Art, Bill, Larry and Elvin were now in the stall with us. I saw them as I looked around. They were stroking their own cocks, pants open, and massaging their balls. They reached for one another to do the same, stroke hard, wet cocks and fondle the balls of the man nearest them to their right, left, or across from them. Keeping me bent over the hay bales or turning me face up, each of them took a turn in my ass. By the time Elvin finished fucking me my asshole was gaping open and would not close. Semen leaked from my hole running over my balls, streaked the inside of my legs, oiled my crack, and bubbled in my rectum. The donkey I had sucked pushed his way through them to get at me. His cock was unsheathed again, sticking out under his hairy belly, hard. He breathed raggedly, braying slowly, "Un-ah, un-ah, un-ah." It was clear to me and to the five other members of our club that the donkey wanted to fuck me. The quintet lifted me, turned me over, face down on the hay bales, ass up high, hole gaping, leaking their combined cum. "Look at that ass," young Bill said in amazement. "He can take the donkey. Hell, he could take a horse cock in there, a bull's dick." "Yes," Art agreed, "he can take the donkey and he will." "Yeah," John said. "Yes," Larry agreed. Elvin grinned. "He has taken my cock. The donkey will be no problem. Let's do it guys." "No! No!" I protested. "Oh hell, Ted," John said, "you have sucked him off, taken all our cocks. What's one more, him fucking your ass?" They held me down on the hay bales. Hands spread my butt cheeks. The donkey was helped on top of me. "Unnnmh," I grunted as his weight came down on me. "Aaaah, arrgh," I squealed as a hand slapped by butt hard. Hands put the donkey's thick head at my gaping asshole. "Aaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah," I cried out as his cock surged up my hole. "Hurting you baby?" John asked. "Oh no, oh no," I panted, huffed, expelling air, "feeling good, so good," as the donkey rammed his cock into me and pulled it back, back and forth, back and forth, the donkey fucked me. It was beginning to ache some but still feeling good when the donkey pumped his cum into my bowels. Filling me to overflowing and squishing around his cock as the donkey continued to hump until he had emptied his hairy black balls of all their cum in me. The donkey dismounted with a juicy plop as he pulled his cock out of my hole gaping now so wide it felt like a truck could drive up in there. I lay there relaxing, letting my breathing return to normal. The donkey went to his feed box and started munching loudly. His cock hung long, thick, black tinged with red and slimy now. Excited as a young man can be, his cock standing erect, leaking pre-cum, Bill said, "Let's all fuck with a donkey." The older men chuckled. They led Bill to another stall where another donkey was excited by the sex he had been hearing. Bill knelt willingly to suck the donkey. Then he let the men arranged him for a donkey fuck. Larry, Elvin, Art and John all wanted it too, and they got it. By the time the fucking had reached Art, I was up off the bales of hay, into the other stall where they were fucking now and assisting donkey cock go up Art's ass then John's. We talked about it over dinner, what had happened. How exciting it was. We decided to try the mules and horses next. We all doubted a mule or horse cock would fit into our asses. We were right. We had to satisfy ourselves just with sucking, jerking them off and swallowing their jizz. I was so enthralled with the perversity of fucking with an animal that I bought a big dog, a male Rotweiller, when we got back home from the trip. I named him Storm because he would fuck me up a storm in between my times with John at work, the Men's Club meetings, on the nights and weekends at home alone with him and his big, red cock. I like it especially when I learned to let his knot enter my ass, lock with me as his cum flowed into me, and only sliding out after several minutes in that position, often with him turning away from me his cock still up my hole. That felt so good when he turned around twisting his cock in me, rolling it around in my cum-filled, well-fucked ass. Keeping no secrets from him, I told my boss, John, about me and Storm. John had me bring Storm to our next Men's Club meeting. All of us enjoyed Storm that weekend but about wore him out. By Sunday, he laid languidly on the floor, his eyes glazed, licking his fucked out cock. Art understood. He bought several greyhounds from the local race track. Then some donkeys, mules and horses. Soon Art had a regular zoo, a farmland of animals on his estate for us to enjoy if we wanted during our meetings. [The Club grows. With John's permission, I invite a new member - an intern in the company, student working on an MBA at the local college. With good feedback, I will share that story too.] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 39