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Date Night 2
by Emile, 2010
Usual caveats apply.
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Nico really struggled with the food, he was sweating just thinking about eating it, so Trent thought he'd distract him with conversation. "So Penn tells me you're a real leaker" he began, making Nico almost choke on his ladle. Trent had been a bit loud, and a couple of diners glanced over, eyes zeroing in on Nico's fat helmet. A few droplets of sweat glistened, having splashed off his chest, and even though it wasn't leakage, he still turned red with embarrassment. "Tell you what" Trent continued, "you look pretty cut up letting your junk hang out like that, so how about you take this bowl to the bathroom and milk me out a couple of droplets. It'll give you an excuse to cover up that salami roll." Trent took the little bowl gratefully, sliding off his seat so fast he was half way to the bathroom in two strides. Lots of guys checked out his swinging package and buttcheeks in the shorts, now he was hot and sweaty, but when he got to the cubicle, Nico realised the real test was in his hands. The small bowl had been for extra chilli sauce, and the base was smeared with the leftover scraps. If he got his dickhead too close, the burning pain would be excruciating. But then aiming for a tiny porcelain dish more than an inch away would be hard, especially if he had to beat off enough to leak, but not so much he'd keep dripping and hard. Of course the task was impossible. He had to shuck off his clothes (his tank was getting soaked already), and half squat facing the toilet lid, the dish on top, hovering his mushroom head over the rim, trying to squeeze out cockjuice. The first few droplets missed, and then clung to his pisslips stubbornly, forcing him to squat further and try and transfer it to the bowl. He got too close, pisslips swabbing the chili sauce, making him jump back as the burning began, frantically rubbing his cockhead to get the stinging juice off. After a moment, only a slight sting remained in his inner cocklips and he had to try again. Not taking risks, he began pumping properly, his dork soon stiffening to its impressive girth and beginning to leak profusely. He quickly filled the dish, ropes dangling over the rim, and overflowing onto the seat. But he couldn't just switch it off like a tap, and despite letting his throbbing dork go, and controlling his breathing, it remained stubbornly hard, cocklips welling with strings of goop every time he wiped it off with his hands. He slowly waited and sweat it out, his dork beginning to droop to half mast, when a loud rap at the door forced him to spin around. "It's Trent. Time's up, I've already paid. Open up." he barked. He had no choice, not even attempting to grab his clothes, he unlatched the door, letting Trent barge in.
"Nice" Trent commented, eyeing his square chest and dangling cock. He tweaked a nipple with one hand, and fingering his cockhead with the other. The unrelieved dork throbbed in his hand, stiffening up and leaking furiously. Trent leaned forward, still fondling him, and gave him a strong kiss. "More of that later" he growled, handing him his shorts. Pulling them up, there was no way to hide the dripping monster now, and all the guys would see his fuckbulge as he walked out. Trent grabbed his tank top, balling it in his fist before Nico could take it. "Just lick that dish clean and we're leaving" Trent commanded. With a gulp, Nico lifted the dish to his lips, using his long tongue to clean off the tangy juice and unwanted chili sauce.
Trent led him out through the kitchens, to Nico's relief. He could deal with a few waiters and chefs ogling his pumped inked body, at least it wasn't the hundreds of gay guys in the front and on the street. They got out into the cool night air, and at the back, a town car was waiting for them. "Get in" Trent barked, and Nico gatefully opened the door and slid over. This he was used to, and as much as it humiliated him to reveal himself as a fuckdate to some chefs or drivers, at least they'd soon be in private. But Trent wasn't one for waiting. As soon as he scooted in, the car took off, and Trents hands were all over Nico, pulling his rugged body on to Trent's lap, peeling off Nico's shorts and buck forward, spreading his thighs wide against the back of the seats, forcing his sparsely covered cockroot up and forward towards the front windscreen. He guided Nico's hands up against the roof of the car, humiliatingly putting his whole body on display to the leering driver, and anyone who glanced in the windscreen. Trent whispered in his ear "Time to fuck that straight arse of yours!"
Usually the guys waited til they were in private, or at least had a privacy screen in their cars, but not here. The solid looking driver had a box seat, and kept glancing in the rear mirror to catch the action. Having peeled off his short, Trent soon was pumping Nico's bone, stopping only to unzip his own pants and line his cockhead up with Nico's well fucked hole. Even so, Trent was thick, unlubed and forceful, and Nico was unready for the grinding fuck that Trent inflicted on him as they bumped along the road, forcing Trent to keep bracing against the ceiling as he got plouged deep as a broadacre field. He hated how he felt being fucked up and down on Trent's stalk, how his own needy stalk throbbed and dripped and ached at the stimulus, and how the driver kept staring at his exposed body as he was ridden hard. Since Penn had first shaved his nuts and cockroot, he'd been pretty embarrassed to show his junk in public, and now, knees spread and jammed behind the front seats, crotch open and exposed to Trent's stroking, and the driver's view on every upstroke, he felt dirtier than ever before. Trent was a master fucker, and despite being brutal to his date, he knew how to get himself turned on, and to get off, like a pro. Ten minutes into the ride, Trent bucked violently, nearly driving Nico into the roof, lifting them up as he shot squirt after squirt of hot juice up Nico's crevice. It wasn't sex, it was fucking man rape.
Nico bucked and moaned in time, as much from his own pain and fuckneed as his training, but as soon as Nico had unloaded, the cock pumping stopped, leaving him exposed and juiced but unrelieved. Trent calmed down, cock still buried up his hole, slowly letting their sweat combine as he lazily reached over and then wrapped his fingers around Nico's veiny shaft. Nico bucked at little against the hand, grateful at least this time his date would get him off, but he felt a tightening and glanced down to see Trent tying a cord around his cockroot instead in a double knot, binding it hard and throbbing, like a cockring. The cord wound around his ballbag, and Trent finished it off by looping the loose end around his cockhead, tugging tightly so the shaft bent a little, before tying it off. Nico grunted at the exquisite denial, his trussed cock now throbbing against the cord, but Trent ignored him, ferreting around on the seat nearby for more. Nico couldn't see the rest of the seat without arching his neck over his broad back, and he was too exhausted to try, still bracing against the roof, until he felt Trent lift him up again with his pelvis and slide his hand under his leg. Something else, cold and smooth, was pressing against his love nub, worming into his tightly suctioned sphincter below Trent's softening porker. "Just relax" Trent murmured as he tried to pull away, holding Nico down with a hand on his shoulder as his other hand worked the unseen tool in a little further, stretching him wildly. There was no way the fake prong could go further, it felt huge, and he was already stuffed. Expertly, Trent began withdrawing his cock with a sucking sound, pressing the fake prong as he did, so the real and fake cock slid past each other just along his arsepucker, leaving the fake dong plugging his arse. Nico realised why he'd done this - the fake dong was at least as big as Trent's own fucker, and would have been a tight fit if he hadn't just been fucked, in fact it still was. "I want you stuffed" Trent grunted, testing the invader by pressing against the base. Nico ground against it like he was trained, hoping he could get a bit more comfortable (if such a thing was possible), but the fucktool was massive and his chute was stretched tight around it, so the pressure just made it feel worse, like he was permanently chock full. He'd never been dildo fucked before, and the hard unyielding surface, and feeling it permanently inside him, were unbearable.
The car slowed down. "Okay we're here" Trent announced, and Nico glanced out the window for the first time, still distracted by the mega dildo. His stomach lurched in his throat, and he felt like puking. The car was slowing down near a club he knew - not a gay bar but a regular dance club, a packed one at that. Lots of his friends went, and although it had a reputation for 'anything goes', his reputation was still of a macho ladies man, outside his secret dates. He quickly squirmed off Trent's lap, hugging his legs in his arms on the seat next door, begging Trent to take him someplace else. Fear sparkled in his blue eyes. "Hey hush" Trent said, kindly, "I wouldn't send you in there naked! Here, I got something for you..." Nico couldn't believe his eyes. It was a green silk thong - well a prick pouch with straps. The material would barely contain his bulge, let alone the drippy head pressed against the easily stained silk. The back was a triangle of material, like a girl's bikini, barely enough to hide the dong wedged up his crack. "Please" he begged, desperate, but Penn had made it clear there'd be hell to pay if the date went wrong, so when Trent just smiled and said "Hurry up, we're almost at the queue", he reluctantly wiped back his tears, grabbing the strap and sliding it quickly over his legs, enveloping his tackle in the pouch.
It was worse than he imagined. The cord tethering his cockhead made it thrust the material up and out, so his cockhead stood inches away from his body like a bath spout. The material tucked under his ballbag and cockroot like a glove, forcing the material to fan out from the pisslips, stretching and creasing as his nuts swayed, giving everyone a clear view of his large porker. Feeling around at the back, the triangle was stretched into his crack, the thin edges barely covering the rounded edge of the prong he could feel inside. It was shoved far enough in to be inconspicuous, but not invisible, especially if his walk was any indicator. "Hey hey, don't be so skittish" Trent said, stroking his pec gently, "we're going to the VIP area anyway. That balcony is pretty far from the crowds." The car had stopped next to the queue, and even with Trent's assurances, he'd still have to run the gauntlet of the crowd, under bright street lights, to get to the VIP entrance. "Now" Trent continued "if you behave, and walk slowly with your hands by your sides, then you can come straight up with us. If not, I'm making you join the queue and find us inside. So put on your party face again, and act like you're enjoying this. Oh yeah, and the bouncers - they're the friendly sort - so don't act all surprised if they get a bit touchy-feely..." Nico glanced outside as the door opened, spotting two rugged mates in the crowd. They were talking to their girlfriends, but as he stepped out, revealing his tanned naked body to the crowd, he heard the intakes of breath, and "Nico?" in a loud female whisper. "C'mon" Trent called, his hand pulling at Nico's armpit "just a few more minutes and we're in..."
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