17

Eighteen-year-old  Marc Hauser rarely played hooky.  The thought never occurred to him. 

He was a good student, champion athlete and extremely popular.  He liked going to school and being around his boys and sometimes girlfriend, Becky.  Wouldn't be long before his class graduated and they wouldn't have this opportunity any longer.  He wanted to cherish each moment of these final high school months.  But last night had been a late one at Ralph's, the bar at the end of the street.  Normally Buck, his dad, didn't work him on a school night but he had made an exception.  There was some sort of Steelworkers Convention at the hotel and banquet hall out on the main highway the previous night.  Since theirs was an industrial town, many from the local plant were represented.  Naturally word got around about some action to be had at Ralph's Bar not far from the site of the festivities and Buck had pulled Marc away from his homework to entertain.

Cars parked nose to tail along already-narrow Sycamore Ave foretold the crowd to be found therein.  They were a raucous bunch, already tanked up from their earlier gathering.  Ralph's was a rather small place and with all these Union representatives and members it was a mob scene.  Marc had to elbow his way through to make it to his father, who was overwhelmed with customers at the bar.  From twenty-one to an old guy who looked every bit of seventy, there was a wide range of age represented.  Marc nodded to his Dad, snatched up the key to his "work room" and disappeared into the bowels of the building.

One by one, sometimes two and three and, at one point, four at a time came down the rickety-ass steps to where Marc awaited.  A few were a little put out to discover a good looking, youthfully muscular teen boy rather than the pussy they had expected, but once Marc went to work on them they wondered why they had never dabbled before.  Marc lost count of how many times he got fucked, how many cocks he sucked or the amount of loads he had taken.  He saw a good amount of wedding rings on fingers, which was a total turn on for him.  He liked married dudes.  He also liked older guys; they were always up for a good time.  There was no shortage of them tonight.  The Union President was obviously pushing sixty, but fucked like a man half his age and came like a bull.  Marc figured the poor guy hadn't had any in quite a while.  There was a fair representation of African Americans, too, which pleasantly surprised Marc.  Buck generally had a hang up about his boy getting black dicked.  Marc rather liked it; most of those guys had huge horse cocks which really hit the spot. 

All in all, Marc figured Buck had netted a few thousand last night.  Not that Marc would see much of it.  Buck gave him a paltry cut of the earnings.  His story about holding it for his college education no longer held weight; Marc already had a free ride.  Buck was getting rich off Marc's pussy and they both knew it. Sure, he'd done some overdue improvements around the old homestead but he could now afford to do more.  It wasn't as if Marc really cared.  Buck loved Marc.  Really loved him.  If ever he needed anything all he had to do was go to Daddy and Buck would provide.  They had a rather unique father/son relationship.

Even if he wasn't getting paid for it Marc would have been getting laid anyway.  He was an energetic, athletic teen who liked dick.  At his age he was insatiable.  Despite all the cock he sucked and took up his tight b-ball player's ass he still thought of himself as a straight boy.  With a twist.  Him and his buds did all the things every other teen did.  Only difference is, sometimes they fucked.  It was often times difficult getting a girl to put out.  Some of his friends didn't even have one.  But there was always Marc.  Marc figured he'd done every one of them at one time or another.  At the time it had all been very secretive, one not knowing about the other.  But by now pretty much all of them knew the score.  What most of them didn't know is that Marc had also been done by most of their fathers, as well.

As much as any other testosterone-enhanced teen he liked girls.  It was nice necking with Becky, fondling her tits and, for one brief time, fingering her pussy.  But that's as far as she ever let him go.  It wasn't as if she was the only one.  He was the cute, envied school basketball star.  Just to walk next to him down the hallways between classes gave those girls status.  But when it came to something more than serious petting, most demurred.   Most.  There were some loose and easy ones but they generally ran with the tough guys.  That wasn't Marc's crowd.  Well, with the exception of Gage Bramble, a real leather jacketed hood with whom he'd reached an understanding.  Gage was a real down-and-dirty hot fuck. 

It proved to be a heck of a lot more fruitful just sticking with his own kind.  Men and boys.  When they were horny they didn't seem to mind what hole they stuck their dick into.  Neither, Marc guessed, did he.  He had even made it with the class queer, Devon Brooks, although he made certain no one else knew about it.  The bespectacled redhead had eagerly sucked his cock one afternoon after school in the woods behind the park.  Marc had then thrown him a fuck and then sucked him off for good measure.  Now nerdy Devon was hopelessly in love with him.

Marc realized he would miss them all when he left for college in the fall.  But he realized new horizons waited.  Coach Johnston and Mr. Janssen, the University's President, were eagerly anticipating his arrival.  They had great hopes for his athletic contribution to the school's award winning team.  Johnston had privately called him just the other night to tell him how anxious he was to have Marc---on campus, that is. 

It was now nearing noon and Marc was lazily spread out on the living room sofa, fresh from the shower and nude.  With his head upon the pillow backed on the arm rest, one leg thrown up over the back of the couch and the other spread out so his foot was resting on the floor, Marc casually stroked his big boy cock and fingered his ass hole as he thought about the previous night's events.  Some of those burly steel workers had really been rough.  Marc didn't care; he liked when an Alpha treated him like a man.  He had cum so much last night he wondered if there was any more in him.  But of course there was.  There always was.  He was eighteen, for cripe's sake.  Guys his age had an endless supply.   He remembered once sucking his best buddy Billy Warren for an entire afternoon, on-and-off of course, and taking half a dozen loads from him. 

In his mind's eye he saw all of them from last night on top of him again.  So many types, so many bodies.  Some smooth, some hairy, some built like brick shit houses, some not so much.  There were guts, especially among the older ones; then defined, heaving abs on the younger.   Some were handsome, some downright ugly.  There were baldies.  Quite a few in fact.  On the other hand, there was one, an early twenties dude, with so much he had it knotted up in a man bun.  There were average cocks, there were big cocks, and there were even a few huge cocks.  Not a small or limp one among the crowd.  Some he already knew, had already done, from the local plant; others were from out of town.  Marc was certain most would be returning customers.  Ralph's Bar was looking to become even more popular. 

Slipping another finger into his moist hole Marc casually fucked himself.   Although he had thoroughly douched this morning he almost believed he could feel thick cum inside him.  There had been so much of it.  His pussy was literally drenched with the stuff.  Closing his eyes while he played he was once again taken by the image of the Union President.  Marc didn't know his name; he hadn't offered it.  He was old, but Marc didn't age discriminate.  Some of those older guys could fuck rings around the younger ones.   He was up there in the years with a rather large, jovial and flushed face.  The drinkers usually were.  And this guy had certainly been celebrating.  He had the whitest of hair, parted high on the side and meticulously styled and combed.  The part was perfect.  His nose was rather large and bulbous with broken capillaries.  His body was portly with the gut of a man who enjoyed fine dining.  There was a pelt of white hair across his upper chest.  Tits were rather large and soft with big man nips.  Marc had enjoyed tugging at their hair and squeezing those tits as the President fucked him.  The Pres had enjoyed it, too.

But the cock!  Oh, the cock on him!  It was a real beaut.  And the old guy sure knew how to use it.  Marc had given it a good oral warm up before getting down to the serious fucking.  The guy had come off as somewhat pompous.  He was the President of this Union, after all.  But once Marc went to work on him he was like every other man, putty in Marc's hands.  Or mouth.  Or asshole.  Marc could never figure out what it was he did so differently from others, but whatever it was it sure turned his men on.  This old timer was no exception.  Marc had really gone to town on his fat nine incher, practically giving the snow-topped guy a heart attack when he effortlessly swallowed him down.  By the time Marc had him primed Mr. President was all fired up to fuck.  And he certainly did.  Sweating like a pig he fucked Marc with a vengeance, bringing them both off to a shattering climax.  Afterward, when the old fuck had tidied himself up to some semblance of dignity he gave Marc his card, encouraging future rendezvous.  Marc thought he just might take him up on that. 

Now he'd done it!  He'd made himself all horny again.  Marc was grinding his smooth, youthful body into the cushions of the sofa while he jacked and fingered.  What did he do with the President's card?  If he called him up right now was his office too far away for him to come over?  He'd just had it a few hours ago and Marc already wanted his dick again.  He writhed, he moaned, he jammed his fingers in and out of his hot hole imagining they were the President's stubby, fat ones.  He wanted to suck the man's udders, lick between his toes, eat his big ass and shove his tongue down his throat.  There hadn't been enough time last night.  There never seemed to enough time at these events.  Damn if he didn't need some cock.  If only he had gone to school.  There was no shortage there.

At about the same time the City Sanitation truck was making its rounds for curbside trash collection.  Buck Hauser heard the familiar warning beep of the truck as it made its way from drive to drive and realized, in his rush to open the bar, he had forgotten to put the garbage out.  He thought of calling Marc.  But the boy had endured a lot last night and needed uninterrupted rest.  Pouring old Hank Rochester another cup of coffee, his third this morning, Buck considered leaving the bar with the few regulars that were there, running up the street and attending to the trash.  Telling the regular he would be right back Buck dashed out the door.  The truck was only two doors down, about to make the turn onto good ole Arthur Ave.  The two sanitation workers were emptying cans into the container of the big truck.  He gave them a nod and, as he hurried past, a cheerful voice called out to him.  Buck glanced up at the cab and into the black face of Claude Sanford.  Old Claudie had been with Sanitation for about long as Buck could remember.  When he was younger he used to ride the tailgate and do the collecting.  Now that job was left to the younger guys and Claude did the driving. 

"Where's you goin' in such the hurry?" Claude good-naturedly asked. 

"Forgot to put out the trash," Buck admitted.   "Got it all together in the kitchen, just was in a rush and didn't get it out to the curb.  Take me just a minute."

Claude waved a hand.  "Don't worry 'bout it.  Your door open?"  Just about everybody knew Buck, like several other long-time neighbors, didn't bother with locks.  On this side of town they all looked out for each other.

"'Course it is," Buck replied.  "Always told you, you guys need to use the shitter, it's there.  Gimme a minute and I'll get the garbage out."

Claude shushed him with a click of his tongue.  "Go back to the bar.  I'll just send the boys in to get it."  To an old-timer like Claude the two were boys.  Actually Harley and Phil were nearer to Buck's age.

"You sure?  It's only gonna take---"

"Go, for crissake, afore old Hankie snitches a bottle of bourbon down his overalls," Claude joked.  "That old bastard still drinkin'?"

Buck snickered.  "Yeah, Hank's still a regular.  Right now he's on coffee but," checking his watch, "any minutes now it'll be something stronger."

Claude shook his head and chuckled, "Some things never change in this here town."  Releasing the brake he began rolling to the next stop.  "See ya round, Buck," he said with a wave.  Buck turned on his heel and headed back to the bar, wondering now if Hank really did lift any liquor.  Sometimes inventory was way off.  Could the seventy-year-old really be that crafty? 

There were two more stops before the Hauser place.  It was a smooth, efficient operation.  Claude moved forward to the next stop, Harley and Phil jumped off the tailgate to empty the trash receptacles into the back container, garbage was compressed and on they went to the next stop.  Marc was so involved in his masturbatory fantasy that he barely noted the warning beep of the truck as it came to a stop in front of the house.  Claude leaned out the window to tell his co-workers to grab the trash from inside.  Harley looked to Phil, shrugged and off they went, mounting the stairs to the front porch and inside.  Their booted feet were heavy on the floorboards of the narrow hallway.  Harley was in the lead, Phil close behind.  As they passed the doorway which led to the combined living/dining area Phil chanced to look in and stopped dead in his tracks.  When Harley looked over his shoulder to see why Phil was no longer following him, the other man put a finger to his lips and motioned for him to come back.  Frowning, Harley retraced his steps and looked into the room to see what had captivated his partner.

Marc's trim, toned body was squirming on the old sofa as he lovingly stroked his meat and fiercely fingered his butt hole.  Harley's eyes sparkled as they raped the boy and his fat tongue came out to hungrily roll over his top lip.  Appropriately named, he was a biker who rode with a local club.  He was a burly, tattooed fellow who stood no taller than 5'10" but was full of might.  His arms were heavy and huge, his chest hairy and beefy and he bore the prerequisite biker's hard beer gut.  He had a round head, shaved bald to display the art work etched there and a long salt-and-pepper chin beard that grew down to mid-chest.  The remainder of his chubby-cheeked face hadn't seen a razor in a few days.  His nose was puggish and fat, almost giving him the look of that breed of dog.  Despite these formidable statistics, forty year old Harley had the look of a mischievous Leprechaun.

On the other hand Phil, at thirty-five, was tall and lanky with thin, straight and greasy dark hair that swept across his brow, covered his ears and reached the top of his shoulders in back.  His long narrow pock-marked face, accentuated by sharp cheekbones and thick lips, always appeared oily.  Heavy lidded eyes were of a drab, undefined color.  Under his work-issued uniform Phil had a lean and smooth body of zero fat, long arms with striated muscles, big heavily tendoned hands and a concave belly.  The two workers were polar opposites in appearance but equals in their manly lust.

It wasn't until Harley moved over to sit that Marc realized he was not alone.  His eyes swept over the intimidating tattooed biker before darting over to the other one, who had a sneaky smile on his oily face as he leaned against the door frame and slowly popped the snaps of his dirty coveralls down to mid-chest.  He was suddenly conscious of the fact that he was still fingering his hole with the bald man sitting just a breath away.

"No need for you to be doin' that when you got two studs here, boy," Harley spoke.  His voice was deep, so deep that it made Marc's teen cock pulse.   He had seen them before, from a distance, collecting the garbage and had hoped that one, the other or both one night showed up in his work room in the bowels of the bar.  Many were the times he stood at the window in his upstairs bedroom and jerked his cock watching them doing their job and considering a low-down trashy romp. 

"Look like you got a nice little pussy there, boy," Harley complimented.  Removing gloves he reached forward and felt Marc's puffy ass lips.  Marc cooed at the touch.  "Feels nice and soft, like a warm pillow.  Bet it feels real good to fuck.  You like gettin' fucked, cutie?"  Speechless at this unexpected interruption, Marc bobbed his head agreeably.

Marc's boy twat twitched as Harley rubbed his thick fingers over his parted lips.  He gasped when the bald man slid a digit in next to his and began diddling around in his hole.  Marc withdrew his to give the biker free reign but Harley quickly grabbed his hand by the wrist and took Marc's previously working fingers into his mouth.  He slovenly licked and sucked on them while thrusting his own into Marc's hole. 

"Ummmm, tasty little pussy," he remarked.  "You gotta try some of this, Philsie."  With a thin smile Phil stepped forward, knelt down before the sofa and slid long, thin fingers into Marc's smooth ass crack.  As Harley moved his fat ones in and out and Marc frigged himself, Phil sunk two digits into the greasy hole.  He sunk to the third knuckle and pulled at one side of the cunt lips, spreading Marc's hole open. 

"Nice smooth pussy," he agreed.  "We gonna draw for who gets to fuck it first?" 

"Well now, I dunno Philsie," Harley replied in an amused voice. "Maybe the young man doesn't wanna get fucked by two garbage men."

Phil moved his fingers around in Marc's snatch more aggressively and looked into Marc's face.  "What say you, pussy boy?  You want two nasty trash collectors to fuck you?"

"Fuck, yeah!" Marc gushed without a second thought.  Sure, they smelled a bit grungy from their garbage haul, but he wanted their dicks badly.

"Feels nice and moist, but I believe it needs a little spit lube," Harley contemplated, smacking his gums lasciviously.   "And you know how much I love to eat pussy."

Phil grinned crookedly.  "Almost as much as me, Harley.  Almost as much as me."

Harley's big thumb rubbed Marc's grasping ass lips, admiring the soft and supple texture.  When the boy's labia began pulsing like a tiny mouth Harley made a low guttural sound and dove in to the spread of those gorgeous mounds.   His monster tongue slurped on the teen's pretty pink pucker with full-length laps.  "Argh, Argh, Argh, Argh," he repeatedly articulated as he tongued the flexing flesh.  The big hands which had previously been hoisting bags of vile trash were on the insides of Marc's athletic thighs, forcing his smooth legs even further apart.  Harley was like a pig as the trough, frantically licking the kid's throbbing ass chops.  With a long, drawn out rumbling sound he smeared his grizzly cheeks against the puckered hole, burrowed his pug nose against it and ran his chin through Marc's trench, tickling the boy with his long beard.  Marc trembled all over, his eye lids flickered and his emerald orbs rolled up in ecstasy.  This guy definitely knew how to eat pussy!

Harley gobbled on the petals a bit longer before driving his tongue between the saliva moistened lips.  He went straight to work eating out Marc's cunt.  It felt amazing!  His fat tongue jabbed in deep, swabbing around inside Marc and causing the teen to moan.  Marc wriggled his ass against Harley's face.  Taking the man by the back of his bald, tattooed head Marc held him close.  Harley's mouth was formed around his gash, noisily sucking as he tongued the grasping hole.  He dug his tattooed fingers into Marc's ass, spreading the lips apart and forcing them to remain open while he chowed on prime teen pussy.

With his lopsided grin in place Phil slipped coveralls from his shoulders, letting them fall below his knees and fished his hard cock out from the fly of his boxers.  Reaching down with soiled fingers to tweak one of Marc's tender erect nipples he knelt right at the edge of the sofa cushion and turned the enraptured teen's head to the side so as to face him.  Marc let out a low appreciative moan upon seeing the piece of man meat practically in his face.  It was long and hard, slightly curved to the left with thick blue veins like those in the man's wiry arms, raised so they looked like they were above the smooth surface of skin.  The cock was au naturel, its flared head peeking from the cowl.  Hairy balls spilled from the front of his boxer shorts, low hanging danglers filled with Marc's favorite refreshment.

Marc instinctively opened his mouth and Phil slipped his dick inside the warm, wet cavern.  The boy eagerly licked the tasty offering.  His tongue worked to peel back the rather thin foreskin to expose the dripping head.  Marc moaned with delight as he tasted the intoxicating combination of sweat, piss, pre-cum and cock cheese.  As he hard-sucked the meat he washed the head clean with his talented tongue.  Taking Marc just behind the top of his head with one heavily tendoned hand Phil began moving his cock in and out of the boy's mouth.  With Marc's head turned to the side he was fucking the left side of Marc's maw, his cock head gliding against the teen's cheek and making it bulge outward.  With Harley ravenously eating out his spread hole Marc was highly aroused.  He grabbed hold of Phil's swinging nuts and roughly fondled them in his sweaty palm as he sucked the shaft fucking his face.  Phil responded by thrusting into him faster and harder.

Down below, Harley was literally devouring Marc's pussy .  He shoved his chunky tongue as deeply as humanly possibly inside the writhing boy and cycloned it around.  Marc's contorting ass practically swallowed his tongue whole.  If eating the boy was this good the fucking promised to be spectacular.  He hooked the tip of his tongue under the upper lip of the sphincter and rapid fire flicked that oft-neglected spot while driving his fingers into the primed pussy.  Fuck if he couldn't have fine dined in this horned up teen's asshole for hours.  Maybe sometime in the future he would.  But for now Harley had to get his dick in the boy. 

The bawdy biker came up on his knees, popped the snaps on his sleeveless coveralls and yanked them down along with his boxers.  Smoldering eyes never left the spread of the boy's thighs where his asshole was throbbing, an obvious invitation for some wild fucking.  Harley moved to the lascivious teen and, in one swift move, buried his member to the hilt in Marc's guts.  Harley had major bull-meat with a fat plump head which reached deep inside Marc, who groaned with wanton satisfaction around Phil's cheek fucking cock.  A low and rough rumbling came from deep in Harley's chest the moment he felt the heat and tightness of this boy's pussy.  Wrapping his big, bulging arms around the twink's smooth, creamy legs he levered his ass up to a more advantageous position and took to riding him like a bull.  Even with his bitches Harley wasn't into slow, comfortable screws.  He was a brute who really liked to pound pussy.  His burly chest heaved with each exertion as he gunned his mighty cock into Marc's awesome boy twat.  Some others might have been fearful but not Marc.  He loved every second of a deeply pounding dick burning his ass up.  The more aggressive the fuck, the more "into it" he became.  By the way Marc was voraciously sucking his meat even Phil could discern how turned on the kid truly was.

Harley was a hairy beast, although not thickly matted enough to hide his extensive body art.  Even his knuckles and toes were furry.  Hair sprouted from his thick upper arms and the back of his shoulders but stopped at the nape of his neck.  There was as much on his back as on his chest.  It was a deviant contrast seeing this hirsute brute against the smooth, nearly hairless body of young Marc.  The sight caused Phil's cock to flex in Marc's mouth and he knew he had to have more.  Moving onto the sofa behind the boy he took him by the sides of his cute face, angled his head back and speared his dick back into his open mouth.  Taking the invitation when he felt the back of Marc's throat relax, he slid it deep into the warm, tight cavern.  Marc was slurping on his cock as it sat there throbbing in his throat.  Phil tossed back his head, a thin blissful smile lighting up his angular feature, as he experienced the private pleasures of Marc Hauser.  And then he took control, withdrawing and thrusting, gradually increasing the tempo until he was freely fucking the teen's throat.  Marc effortlessly gulped the savage cock down and jerked his own randy meat as he was taken from both ends by the garbage men.

"Didn't you hear me beepin' the horn?  What in fuck is takin' so l----"   Claude stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his two co-workers in fierce fuck mode. 

Without losing a fuck beat Harley looked over his hairy shoulder at the driver and grinned.   "Sorry, Claudie.  This kid was laid out here like a Thanksgiving dinner and we was hungry as hell."

Claude's eyes were impossibly wide in his grizzly black face.  He pointed a thick chocolate finger at the body on the sofa.  "Is that there the Hauser boy?"

"Finest pussy I've ever fucked," Harley professed as he chugged through Marc's asshole unwavered.

"Ewwwwwwweeeeeeeeeee!" Claude exclaimed.  "Word is his Daddy pimps dat pussy out.  Ole Buck, he gonna be pissed off if'n he finds out you boys be taken it fer free."

"What he don't know ain't gonna hurt him," Phil responded with an amused grin.  "Damn if he don't have a deep throat!"

"Deep ass, too!"  Harley countered.  "Never felt nothin' like it afore."

That was all it took for Claude.  Fumbling with his clothes the old timer grumbled, "Get de fuck out the way.  Imma get me some of dat ass, too!"

The other two chuckled, neither really wanting to give up their stake on the boy whore.  But out of respect for the old codger one or the other would relent.  If a relic like Claude, with a bald dome and white kinky hair wrapped round back and sides, spotty beard and 'stache, could get it up he deserved a stab at some pussy.   Neither was exactly sure (Claude wasn't saying) but they'd figured he was well into his sixties and probably beyond retirement.

For an old guy Claude showed unparalleled excitement.  His bib overalls were around his ankles and he was shuffling toward the action while unbuttoning his flannel shirt.  For a second there Phil thought he would trip over his pants in his haste.  "Lemme in there," he addressed Harley, who somewhat reluctantly pulled out of Marc's puss.  Claude did a double take and his eyes bugged when he got a look at the boy's pussy hole.  He smacked his thick lips and lowered his drawers as he moved on arthritic knees into the place Harley had just vacated.

"Holy fuck, Claudie!"  Harley, now standing beside the trio jerking his wet meat, exclaimed.  Claude was packing!  The black granddaddy sported a massive ten inch ebony rod, the girth of which was easily eight inches in hole-stretching diameter.  The huge bulbous head was an angry deep purple with a thick ridge and a deep, pouting slit.  A thick nest of wooly salt-and-pepper pubic hair surrounded and buried the massive root, fanning up to his protruding navel.  Tucked up between his bowed legs was a bulging sac sprouting long, kinky hairs and appearing full to bursting.  While the younger men certainly had admirable pieces they were put to shame by this senior citizen's junk.

Harley squatted down beside the sofa where Phil's veiny cock was charging through Marc's gullet.  Looking up at his lean-bodied partner he said, "Pull out so's he can see what he's gettin'."  With a sly smile Phil complied.  Cupping the back of Marc's head in one large paw he lifted him for an unobstructed view of the enormous dick about to skewer him.  Marc's eyes flared and he literally purred when he saw what the old timer had protruding from his groin.  Only permitting a quick look, Phil yanked his head down and thrust his dick back into his mouth.

Filled with anticipation Claude hefted his bulky body into the driver's seat, placed his large black hands to the sides and used his thumbs to make the hole spread.  When Marc's wet hole yawned for him he quickly popped inside.  The boy's hungry cunt lips chewed on his plum-like cock head as he moaned appreciatively around the dick sliding through his throat.  Claude sunk more of his thickset rod into the boy pussy and began the fucking, adding more with each inward thrust until he had hit bottom.  Marc squeezed his puss around the old black cock, making it feel at home.  The big black dick felt nice and thick inside him and was pleasantly working that buried trigger which made him writhe with unspoken ecstasy. 

"Feel good, don't it, Claudie?" Harley asked with a lecherous grin. 

"White pussy always feel extra good," Claude told him as he pumped Marc's ass with the full length of his molasses-black meat.  The boy's hole showed no resistance, swallowing his deeply probing dick like a pro.  Tender anal issues fluttered against Claude's thrusting meat, tantalizing him with what seemed like soft kisses.   Someone had trained him well (could it have been his daddy, Buck?) because this twink was doing some fairly amazing things with his ass.  No wonder dudes paid for it.  Was almost like winning the lotto getting it for free.

Harley's biker dick was throbbing and wanting in on some of this action.  He was nearly envious watching Phil slide his dick all the way down Marc's gullet and then stir it around with the boy's lips up against his hairy groin.  Wasn't fair that these two were getting their cocks serviced and he wasn't.  No self-respecting biker would allow that.  With coveralls around his booted ankles he came up to kneel on the edge of the sofa cushions same as Phil had earlier done and slapped his hardon against Marc's vacuuming cheek.  Marc quickly wrapped his hand around Harley's beefsteak.  As the meat throbbed in his palm he feverishly stroked.   The tattooed man's cock felt awfully impressive, big and fat with a nice, plump leaking head.  Marc wanted a taste.

The boy garbled something unintelligible around Phil's prick and attempted to extricate himself from the deep throat-fucker.   Phil was paying him no mind.  His eyes were closed and reveling in the awesome sensations the kid's throat was bringing to his man-shaft.  It wasn't until Harley gave him a strong nudge that Phil realized his partner wanted in.  He drew all the way back, his long dick wet and dripping saliva and pre-cum.  Without catching a breath Marc turned his head to face Harley, opened wide and invited another cock inside.  Harley pushed his meaty hardon into the yawning cavern and sunk to the back of the boy's throat.  Marc used his velvety tongue to welcome the tasty dick, flicking and lapping at the hot piece that had just been working his puss.  Harley placed an inked hand on Marc's neck, his fat thumb right on the boy's throat and held him steady as he plowed his cock in and out of the sucking mouth.  Marc's cheek ballooned out as the chunky head glided against it.  Harley face fucked with short, rapid and deliberate jabs.   Warm man juice was leaking from the throbbing cockhead and coating the inside of Marc's mouth.  It tasted rich and entirely manly.  Marc groaned in appreciation and fed himself with the heady substance.

"Nice fuckin' pussy!  Nice fuckin' pussy!"  Claude kept murmuring over and over as he fucked his big meat into Marc as deep as it could possibly go.  His hot dick punished Marc's prostate, inflaming the insatiable libido of the b-ball boy.  Claude wasn't sure whether all the husky grunting, groaning and sighing was from the fuck he was throwing the kid or the way Harley was badgering his mouth.   More than likely both.  From his vantage point looked like young Marc was diving onto the cock each time Harley ravaged his wet maw.  The hefty cyclist moved the palm of his big hand to Marc's cheek, feeling his wicked pecker doing its work just under the boy's smooth skin.  And then Phil was smacking his hard on against the boy's face, anxious to get back in to the kid's mouth.  Harley gave a few more mean thrusts before backing off with a crazed roar.  Phil shifted Marc's head back into position and swiftly glided straight down the teen's throat, something Harley had been unable to accomplish from his prior position.  Holding onto Marc's head from both sides his rampaging cock moved hard and fast through Marc's gullet, fucking his mouth much the same as Claude was fucking his pussy.  His full dick charged in and out, his hairy balls bouncing off Marc's nose. 

Claude was an old and out of shape man.  All this hard fucking soon took its toll. Pulling his schlong from the kid's million dollar asshole he stretched out on his back at the other end of the sofa and, panting heavily, commanded, "Bounce on my dick for a while, little white boy."   Phil begrudgingly gave up his claim and Marc scooted over to the black garbage collector sprawled out with his head on the arm rest and stroking his big dark meat.  Marc planted his knees to either side of Claude's thighs.  Reaching back, his fingers found his twitching hole and pulled the hungry lips apart.  Soon as he felt the head of Claude's huge prick he bore down.  The large helmet easily popped through and Marc slid down on the entire dick.  Claude ground his white capped head around on the couch pillow and moaned with pleasure as his plunger soared through Marc's slick ass chute.  The boy wasted little time in hoisting his teen rump up and down on the ethnic cock.

Harley and Phil had a bird's eye view of the action.  Stroking their cocks they rubbed hands over Marc's sweaty butt cakes as the kid twerked on Claude's dark meat.  It was quite the lurid sight, seeing that nearly black-as-midnight fuck pole being eaten by pink pussy.  Claude was resting the back of his head in the palms of his raised arms, relaxed and enjoying the ride.  He was muttering words of encouragement to the boy riding his tool.

"Take dat black dick…come on, boy…shove dat pretty little ass down on it…feel  my big dickhead all de way up in yo guts…dat's right, dat's right…you like nigga dick up yo sweet boy butt, don't ya…pussy feel so good on my dick…slam it down…fuck, yeah, little white boy…grind on it…squeeze on my meat with yo hot little pussy hole…ain't never had pussy no better…gonna fill you up with my babies…you'd like dat, wouldn't ya…nigga babies swimmin' 'round in your hot cunt…"

Levered up on his youthfully muscular arms by hands to either side of the portly black granddad Marc responded to the dirty babbling by shoving his face into one of Claude's hairy arm pits.  Lapping like a pet dog in the crinkly, funky pit he tasted the ripeness of the old codger.  His booty continued to pop on the massive dick as he cleaned out one pit and then the other. 

Eyeing that sweet ass moving as if on its own along the thick cord on the underside of Claude's weapon  Harley snickered, "Dirty little fucker, ain't he?  Gonna give him somethin' to really eat."  Walking to the side of the sofa, big biker cock leading the way, Harley bucked the front of his thighs just above the kneecap against the arm rest Claude's head was upon, grabbed a fistful of Marc's silky hair and pulled him from the black man's underarm.  Marc looked up at Harley through sex glazed eyes, focused on the hard dick flexing before him and went for it.  He licked all around and over Harley's fat, oozing crown before sucking a major portion of the hefty shaft into his mouth.  Marc sucked rough and hard, continually running his licker along the underside as he took it in and out of his mouth.  He figured a guy like Harley would be into some tough love.  And he was right.

"You got it boy…chew on that meat…that's a man's dick you got there…treat it rough…use a little teeth…Ummmm, FUCK YEAH!...nip right under the head….SHEE-IT!!! …get your tongue in that slit…taste that jizz…you're makin' my  big ole dick feel real fuckin' good…that's it, jerk it while you suck on it…you like suckin' Harley's dick?...sure ya do….gonna cram this motherfucker right down your throat…."

Having remained seated on his haunches behind Marc Phil took to back handing the boy's bouncing buttocks.  He grinned in satisfaction as he saw Marc's ass flex and clamp on Claude's dick each time he whacked him.  Claudie was probably enjoying that action as much as the kid.  Phil stroked his long one as he smacked hard, lovingly caressed and then struck again.  Marc's cute little ass was turning a nice shade of crimson from the handling.  A long strand of clear pre-cum hung from the mouth of Phil's prick, its abundant network of veins really popping.  He was anxious to get back in the game.  Rising to his knees he grasped Marc right under the buttocks and lifted him off Claude's dick.  Quickly reacting, Marc raised himself up so that his asshole was in line with Phil's prick and invited entry.  Taking hold of his long vein Phil brought it to the throbbing hole and pushed inside.  In one fluid movement his entire shaft slid all the way in.  Holding onto Marc's slim hips he started fucking. 

While Phil's meat wasn't near as thick as Claude Marc could feel the cock veins against the gripping walls of his ass channel.  Each time Phil pushed in Marc shoved his teen butt up against the cock and took it right down to the swinging balls.  Those bloated nuts slapped against his perineum, causing his randy dick to pulse.  The lean trash collector slid smoothly up his ass with powerful head-to-root strokes, masterfully slot fucking his pussy.  The thick surface arteries were wreaking havoc on his joy button, causing the boy to moan like a bitch in heat.  Harley enjoyed the rumbling around his dick, which was freely soaring in and out of Marc's gaping mouth.  He was holding the kid steady with one hand on the back of his head while he pummeled his tonsils.  Having long ago learned control over gag reflex Marc opened his throat and swallowed the fat cock.  "Ahhh, fuck!" Harley growled as his manhood sunk deep into the boy's sucking gullet.  Tight, wet warmth enveloped him and pulsed around his buried cock.  Quickly regaining self-control he pulled nearly free from the bottomless chasm and then shoved it back home.  Marc grunted when Harley's hairy groin mashed against his face time and again.  The brute was frantically raping his throat as if it was pussy.  On the other end, Phil was doing pretty much the same, determinedly ramming his slim Jim gut-deep in his boy cunt.

Timing things perfectly, on the out stroke Marc dropped his ass down, freeing it from Phil but quickly stuffing it with Claude's lonely piece.  The black man howled, "Oh, Fuuuuuuuuck!" when Marc sat all the way down on his piece and started bouncing that ass up and down.  He put his brown hands on Marc's robust buttocks, feeling them flex and dimple as the kid rode his big Negro cock.  Whereas Claude, nor the other two, had attended a high school basketball game to see Marc's prowess on the court they would unanimously vote this kid, who looked like something off the cover of a teen magazine,  pussy boy champion.  The youth's main orifices were starving for cock.  Each time he slid up on Claude's rod he just had to slam back down and grind around to regain that feeling of fullness in his ass.  Same with Harley's king-sized meat.  While it was dandy to have his mouth full of that succulent meat, to lick that manly fuck stick and suck on the seeping knob, nothing could trump the feeling of it stuffing his throat. 

Marc energetically posted on Claude's senior dick, raised up to take some of Phil's and then back to the black man, all the while being deep-throated by Harley.  All sort of masculine moans and groans echoed off the walls of the Hauser living room.  The scent of garbage, a hazard of their occupation, was prevalent.  Instead of revulsion the foul odors reminded him of who he was with and thoroughly stimulated him.  It felt so damned right having these two dicks trading places in his cunt and the tattooed bald stud battering his esophagus.  Marc was so sexed up he thought he might explode.  Grungy sex was the best! 

Even after the busy night before, he could have gone on like this all afternoon.  But the others couldn't.  After all, they had a job to get back to.  With Marc's ass working up and down Claude's brown body stiffened beneath him.  His chunky fingers dug into the flesh of Marc's lean buttocks.  Shouting "Ah, Shit!" he slammed his hips up against the puffy pussy and blew his load.  Steamy cum bred Marc deep as the old man flailed below him like a beached whale.  Marc plunged even more enthusiastically on the spurting dick, fucking the juice out of Claude.  On one upswing he lost it.  As the gushing dick popped out of Marc's wicked hole shooting one of its final bursts against his pink pucker Phil rammed inside.  Not a shouter Phil grit his teeth and grimaced as his man hose shot thick streams of thick seed through Marc's insides.  With the cock throbbing flush against his hot spot Marc began panting wildly around Harley's super-cock, wrapped his arms around the biker's barreling butt to steady himself, and lost his boy load.  As his young frame shook and twitched he spouted milky cum all over the black man's torso below him.  Throughout the orgasm Phil was still driving into him, erupting at the same time.  Marc's clutching ass was milking every drop of cream from him.  With two man loads loading his pussy Marc was almost unprepared when Harley reached his climax. 

Locking his inked forearms around the back of Marc's neck Harley buried the kid's face in his thick, fragrant bush and blew his nuts.  Hot blasts of jizz shot straight down Marc's throat and into his belly.  The cock was so deep that Marc couldn't taste the cum, much as he would have liked to, but he felt each pulse as the dick expanded and contracted in the tight confines of his gullet.  Harley's gonads were full and the convulsions from his dick kept on coming.  Below, Claude had somehow worked his black beauty back into Marc's ass alongside Phil's cock, which was still thrusting even though he was completely spent.  The pussy was that good.  Marc's garbled moan of pleasure was stifled by the big, bursting cock stuck in his throat. 

When Harley finally pulled out Marc voraciously attacked the sensitive head, lapping up the flavorful juices and sucking for more.  The boy was insatiable.  His hand was twisting around on the shift while he sucked, hoping to work up another load.  These guys were real studs; they just had to have another load in them.  Phil was running the underside of his cock up against Claude's and the both of them were pushing combined meat up into Marc's stuffed pussy.  Neither had ever shared a hole before and, although they would hardly admit it, cock on cock felt good.  Fevered lust soared and once again all were in on the action. 

The second round was a draw.  All nearly reached their climax at the same time.  Marc, with two dicks up his hole, came first.  His joyous boyload creamed Claude's big belly.  Contortions from inside his ass set off the other two men, who filled his pussy with more creamy loads.  Marc finally got a real taste of Harley's rich cream when the biker erupted in his mouth.  Marc savored each forceful blast of the salty spunk.  Despite his recent ejaculation Harley kept pumping powerful bursts and Marc ate each flavorful one. 

Harley and Phil were up for a third round but Claude put an end to their shenanigans by reminding them they had a job to get back to.  Reluctantly they freed their cocks from the voracious boy whore.  Marc laid back on the sofa as the three garbage studs got back into uniform.  He was in much the same position they had found him, fingering his dripping, well-fucked pussy and licking his lips for any missed trace of Harley's cum.  As they filed out of the room Harley promised, "I'll be seein' you again, boy."  Phil, last to leave, nodded at Marc and winked, leading him to believe there would be at least two return engagements.

Down the block ancient Jakub Novotny slowly made his way into the bar to join his buddy, Hank Rochester.  Upon seeing him Buck went straight to the coffee pot, poured a cup of Java and and set it on the bar beside a matching shot of Scotch.  He knew what his regulars wanted. 

"Hey 'dere, Bucko," Jakub greeted, hoisting himself onto a bar stool with a little effort.  "D'ya know that goddam garbage truck's been idling in front of your place for quite a spell now?  Wonder what that's about?"

Buck's thick brow wrinkled.  He came out from behind the bar, stepped out of the entrance and leaned against the frame in time to see the three sanitation workers coming from his house.  The tall, thin one, Phil, was fastening the snaps of his coveralls while old Claude argued with one of his bib straps.  The front of Harley's uniform was undone all the way down to his hairy belly.  As Buck casually observed the burly biker took hold of crotch to rearrange the equipment.  A sly smile formed around Buck's lips.  That insatiable kid of his!  Who wouldn't Marc do? 

As the truck began to move away the two men riding the bumper looked his way.  Buck waved a hand at them.  At first it appeared Harley and Phil didn't know how to respond but, even from a distance, Buck saw the smiles that slowly spread across their faces.  They waved back, Harley adding a "thumb's up."  Shaking his head in wonder Buck returned to the bar, assuring Hank that all was well.  Marc's pussy was now warmed up for when Daddy got home.