Revenge is Salty
I had pissed off a younger playmate by cumming in his mouth, without any warning. I had never done it before. We were doing a sixty-nine on a discarded car bench seat, in the woods. I just lost it in a fit of passion. He crawled off, spit, retched and told me, forcefully, to never do that again. I swore to him that I wouldn't, and never did.
But, I knew he wouldn't let it ride. I had never taken his load in the mouth, or, ass. One night, months later, we were partying with a mutual friend. There was drugs and alcohol involved. I passed out in an easy chair, and came to with my two friends giggling. They were both completely naked and fully erect, staring at me, giggling, and stroking. I tried to get up, and found I was tied and taped to the chair.
With the other one behind me, holding my head tight, my playmate forced his eight inch boner into my mouth. He warned me not to bite, and he began face fucking me, furiously. I gagged and choked as they both laughed. He fucked me even harder, only pulling it out to slap my face with it. Then, back in it went, plunging like a piston. At long last, he stiffened even more, grunted, and fired his load. It coated my mouth, and throat. It was, mostly, salty, maybe just a little funky. " Like that, motherfucker ? " he asked as he wiped his flared dickhead on my lips.
Our mutual friend took over with a dick almost as long, but, considerably thinner. He jabbed and plunged for almost twenty minutes before he decided he couldn't cum. My playmate lazily stroked himself and lit a joint. Our friend, seeing the bulge in my jeans, unzipped me and pulled out my dick and balls. "He's hard as Chinese arithmetic ! " he announced. So, they began taking turns holding the joint to my pubic hair, singing and sizzling them. The smell of burnt hair rose around me as my erection melted.
Our friend finally jacked off, and forced my mouth open for his load. It too was salty, but, lots more funky, like dirty socks and underwear. They put their clothes back on, drank the last of the beer and wine, took more pills, and passed out. With much squirming, and twisting I managed to loosen the ropes, and tearing through the duct tape was a cinch. I stared at their gaped and drooling mouths for a long time. Then, I went out to my car and retrieved my bondage kit.