Making Of A Glenn

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Making Of A GlennMaking Of A GlennBy: Londebaaz Chohan Sincerely, I think, I should have a sign painted on my forehead that I am Glenn, born to be vulgar, voyeur and fuck any and every hole that came to me with a chance to fuck. As long as I remember, I have had sex; straight, gay, bi, those men who got their penises cut off and changed to pussies, eunuchs, cross genders or cross dressers and she males. You name them and I had fucked them all types. Honestly, I have been a top for all my life since the days I can remember in my high school. Nature had been very kind and blessed me with the special equipment for this fucking duty. I have a cut cock that is the most beautiful one to look at. Healthy, hard little over 8” length and almost 8” in circumference, thicker like a horse. I have come to believe that fucking; you may do as much as you should not, is never enough. More you do sex, more you need to calm your cock and balls. I do not know where I was born; because I only know, I was a street dweller. There were some foster families in between but fucking my cock was such a rowdy piece of shit from the get go and it messed up somehow every time until I was back on the street again. Anyways; life goes on. I cannot blame anyone else; if I do not take the blame myself first of all, but I could never forget Martin [Marty]. I have yet to meet a cock slut to put before Marty. The days of peek ripe age in high school; after the hard work afternoon of sports, there was no reason to be alone in the showers area and then in the locker rooms for dress change. I truly cannot remember if everybody rushed to the desk for the refreshments even before taking the showers or what but I and Marty found ourselves alone in the shower stalls. We were taking the shower and washing the grime off, standing quite close to each other. Nothing new or alarming there as it was very common.I do not know since when he was eyeing me and I knew when I felt his hands on my back, asking my permission to wash my back and then soon his hand fell at my back, through my legs from behind and held my cock and heft of the balls with a sigh. He was praising my size, rubbing, twirling and saying things that I did not even comprehend but next, he was sucking me off. Being aware of the cameras, he did not finish me and we moved to the locker room. Avoiding the security system, he kept toying with my humongous thick cock even when soft, finally inviting me to his place after dinner at around 8:00 PM and this was the start of my being such an avid ass fucker.Martin proved to be an eager cock taker and with his efforts and help in less than a year, I had almost a dozen faggot boys other than him in my collection and I never ever had to starve for the ass unless I was in the mood for enjoying a slow masturbation session prolonged for well over the normal average limits. Time marched on, and now Marty had showed me the ins and outs of internet, gay sites, safely and effectively hooking up with the all variant ass boys and more. Keeping them for my next use was never a problem because of my size mostly and I did learn that to most ass slut bottoms, the size did matter. Time never stops for anybody. Martin and myself; we graduated from high school and some real impossible thing happened. Marty was gone from out of his home where he and his single mother lived. Marty left without meeting or discussing any of his plans with me. I knew, it was just a shameful story, his mother was left behind to tell everybody that her good son was seeking a college admission and the scholarships or whatever money could come to him and so he had to unfortunately move far away from her. I did want to join college but by now I was far more into sex than education and with some odd jobs and plenty of ass boys around; I was fucking them day and nights. Then one day, I got an email from Martin, begging not to tell anyone but particularly his mother; where the hell he was but he was offering me a deal of lifetime other than his own ass as well. He said that in hardly 4 months, he had hit a pot of gold. He wrote that he was running a public gay club of his own in this city where the laws were so weak that he ran an open public gay show every night with naked gay guys dancing at the stage showing their genitalia while performing at the pole and then they were to come down and mingle in with the crowd, giving a fair chance to any and chosen attendee to touch, feel, hold, and suck their cocks. Even the dance boys could suck if they were offered a cock by the attendees. After about 90 minutes of show with 3 dancers; the public would take the rooms and any of the dancing boys; of course with consent and price, to do whatever they were into for the next 90 minutes and by 2 AM, the club doors were closed after all clear declared. This and all other information was coming to me from Marty on the phone mostly. This is what Marty was offering me. He told me, he had a nice 2-bedroom apartment and I could use the spare bedroom living there without any charges. Of course I was to share the common charges and the bills. Marty told me that after making a deal with the dance boys for their charges, the club paid them after taking out 30 % as the club expense charges; which he will not charge me and whatever we agreed to, Marty will pay me in full. The tips that were collected during the dance and then the after dance money settlement with the customers to spend the last 90 minutes with the dancers for whatever went on in the rooms behind the locked doors; was split 50, 50 in between the dancers and the club. The club provided the condoms, lubes and the paper towels for cleaning afterwards. Marty was promising me tons of money, unbelievable numbers of faggot boys every night and without much expenses or risk. I was swayed. He was offering me the bus ticket and I could go and see for myself if he was not telling me all correctly. To top it off, Marty’s ass; that was such a bread and butter for me for a few years. He told me that he was abstinent and almost virgin again for ever since he was away and in this business because he was to keep his reputation before anything else and now by living together, that ass would be mine again on demand. I decided to take a chance by going to Marty in Laron City. The things were looking so good as I observed for couple of days that my mind was telling me not to refuse and I was in. Soon it was announced that I was not only a pole dancer but also a very well established top fucker in some of the famous men’s clubs in the country and the new partner of the owner Mr. Marin Cinch. For couple of months, everything was so rosy and grand and then I started feeling edgy. I had fucked Martin only a few nights because some bastard son of a bitch exchange student, who was the crown prince of some shitty kingdom in middle east; would pay more than anybody else’s offer for my cock and I had to fuck the same ass every night for at least 15—2o nights of the month excluding the weekends. I took Mondays and the Thursdays as my weekends. Martin would always cheer me up for the bank balance going through the roof and was not sure that I shall really leave him soon as I had announced earlier. Somehow this new idea had gotten into my mind that getting into a larger metro area city and running my own escort business was real me. I would no longer be a sex worker but I shall only sell my time to the beşevler escort customers who needed my company and what went on during that time was nobody’s business and specially not the law enforcement agencies. At least I was told so. I was focusing on Jefferson City; I do not know why but it was a big city and known to be very gay friendly too. Martin had agreed to drive me to the bus station; although I knew, he was sure that I was not going anywhere. Cocking Martin’s ass was great and it surely was as amazing as it used to be in early and old days but for one it was so rare to fuck him due to that mother fucking Arab Prince wearing me out every night plus the thought that I was an employee of Martin. The tips and at least 20—30 men sucking me every night; some for 10 seconds and some longer depending on their skills and as allowed by me was very good but establishing my own business and keeping every control with me had made a special place in my mind. So much so that I had started telling myself that may be something else was out there for me to do other than being a sleazy whoring male dancer with a huge cock for sale or as an escort making expensive deals with men who needed to spend time with me or should I say with my cock. There was something else going in my head that only if I could get to Jefferson City; I could start a whole new life. Why my cock was my weakness as much for me as for the others. May be these urges of wanting other men to want me for my cock, may be it would all melt away. May be I shall not sell my sexy cock anymore. I shall sell what people need most, religion; yes, I could go back to studies and one day soon, I could be ordained minister to sell the religion in a church; telling people to forget sex, live in celibacy. No use of nuns or the altar boys. It all seemed possible.Just 5 minute, before the time for the bus to leave; Martin pulled me around to the silent corner and tried his last ploy. I think knowing very well, he danced a little around my pole. His one leg went around my hip and then the other and soon, I was dry humping him against the wall as we both loved it. The announcement for my bus leaving, saved me and I managed to break away, tucking my semi erect cock little better in my jeans. Nearing the bus windows, I saw 2 young cowboy looking guys eyeing me and I wondered if from their vantage point, they had seen me and Marty having a go at the side of the bus station. I climbed in the bus and walked back to find my seat. Though the seat was away from the platform but I still was purposely not looking outside because I did not want to see Marty there. I was fighting an inner fight with myself that life could be much better than the one in his little club. I knew Marty had always been so good whenever he wanted anything from me. His one glance and offering himself in all possible ways was enough for me to lose all my resolve. I did not want to see him lonely outside now and miss out on all my plans. The driver put the bus in gear and I had a surging feeling of freedom, it was going to work somehow. The bus twisted and turned on the countryside dusty byways of Laron to get onto the highway to my heaven and I looked around to see who were there for my travel companions. Being quite early in the afternoon, there were not many seats taken, perhaps people travelled to their destinations little later in the day. There were others but my eyes caught those 2 cowboys; I had seen in the bus from the platform. They were sitting side by side on a row. One was a bit older, slim with no athletic body or big muscles. Clean shaven, really blue eyes and tanned face. A truly piercing eyes, if and when he stared at you. Those ordering kind of eyes compelling you to do it already, if he asked you to do something. The other younger one was much darker, may be Hispanic, tanned but much chunkier than the older one. He could not be called fat but muscled, bit heavy muscled. Both were wearing checked shirts and jeans with cowboy boots. Both were turning back occasionally and looking where I was sitting and then go back to whispering. I got busy with my mind trying to remember; why I picked Jefferson City as my destination. I had only seen some pictures and ads of it and it looked open, clean and affluent, rich city, making a Holy Grail for me, a symbol of new, cleaner and hopefully much less complex life for me in future. After couple of hours, the bus driver made a stop at a convenient store, just off the highway for the restroom break or snacks. The tiny dining area had only 3 tables, 2 of which were taken by the passengers as I took a seat on the third. When everybody got settled, I took a sandwich and fries and as I came back to my seat, I noticed those 2 cowboys step out of the bus and walk down to the table where I was seated.“Hello, I am Rex”. The older one introduced himself and extended his hand as he sat down. He pointed to the younger as he announced that he was Dalton. Dalton had a big smile displaying his white teeth as he pulled the chair for him to sit down.“Hi, I am Glenn”, I smiled back at them both and introduced myself. I was not looking and thus could not say, which one asked; I heard a low whisper that asked me if I were going far to which I answered briefly, “All the way to the Jefferson City”.As Dalton came back with 2 coffees and fries for them, Rex quickly said that they were getting off at Alberton, a much smaller town about 100 miles before the Jefferson City. They worked at a cattle ranch still about 50 miles deeper in the rural areas. He kept saying that both of them had some days off and went to sightseeing and ended up for a day in Laron. “Were you also just passing through or belonged to Laron”. Asked Dalton with a frowning look. I did not want to say much; so I spoke very briefly saying that I was there for a few months. Dalton just listened and kept silent. His knees were touching mine under the table and as a routine my cock had started to jump in my jeans while looking at the young rugged body of Dalton and thinking of his young tight ass and maybe more. “Were you doing something interesting in Laron”. Asked Rex this time, He was looking directly at me with his piercing eyes, making me scared to lie. “Oh, just this and that,” I answered. “You look familiar; when we saw you come in the bus as if we had seen you before”. Dalton remarked on that. “Did you spend any time around the bar, we sat drinking our beers in the far back seats; one evening. Place called ‘Bliss House’. Any chance we might had seen you there”?”I might have” I answered very shortly. Actually, this was the bar and club; Martin owned and I had pole danced naked for months in it. I wondered if Rex was establishing something with me; as a matter of fact, them both were as Rex said, “This was not the place to go if you were looking for women”. He was saying more but the bus horn sounded and it was time for all of us to make to the bus in 10 minutes after a quick run to the rest room. When we climbed back into the bus, Dalton returned to his seat, but Rex followed me back to where I was seated and sat down in the window seat right next to me.The bus got back onto the road. I tried to calm down, now Rex’s leg was right up against mine, and his upper arm too. I could feel the hardness of his body through his checkered shirt. My biceps were bare in the thin T- shirt I wore esat escort and separating me from his warm skin. Now, Rex asked, if I was a local born; kind of a more personal question and I once again answered very briefly in negative and added, “Have been living here and there”. “Your family must be from around here Laron or Jefferson City. Must be on your way to see them”. Rex asked.“No. No family”. I answered. “No family anywhere. I have floated around a lot. A couple of foster families but I do not want to talk about them”. I turned to the window and started looking out.“No one waiting for you in Jefferson City”. Rex repeated himself. His voice was suddenly soft, full of concern. “No. No one at all”. I answered disgustedly. “Just starting over. I have been starting over again a lot”. I was still looking out the window. He had a hand on my thigh, just above the knee and he could feel my body trembling. “Calm down, Glenn”. Now he was whispering to me. “Don’t be this tense. I can help you”. His voice had gotten further low and his hand had moved up my thigh and was gripping my fat cock hard. My trembling had also increased and he could surely feel this.“Rex”, I could hardly say. My voice was choking.“Calm down, no one can see us back here”. Rex checked, glancing up the bus. Most seat were empty anyway. Next without saying a word, he took off his shirt exposing his body full of tattoos in multiple colors and designs on his hard muscled chest. “If I remember correctly; you also have just one very nice tattoo, somewhere near here”. He squeezed my fat cock that had become semi hard by now. “I remember you now, exactly. You are one of the naked dancers at the bar and club”. He remembered the red rose tattoo, I had in my shaved clean pubic area and I simply could not refuse. Now, he was pulling my t shirt out of my jeans and his thumb was in my pubes on the red rose tattoo, rubbing there while his other hand was reaching below my balls sac. “I know; you are aching for it; you want it sucked”. Rex muttered as he breathed heavy. “Damn you have hardened up fast”. Now his hand was pushing under the waistband of my shorts and he was pulling it down below my balls. My cock was standing straight up like a flag staff. His thumb was still on my rose tattoo just above my hard cock. “You are so tense; we must do something about it”. Rex was whispering and fisting, pumping my dick gently. I turned my face a bit towards him and he quickly leaned; giving me a kiss and then pulled away as we sat looking into each other’s eyes. He was still jerking my dick, taking me to a different world with his hand job. Soon he looked up the bus again and making sure we were safe, he arched his body into my lap and began sucking me with full force. Being in a tight bus seat, our position was awkward and he had hardly my cock head in his mouth but he was sucking with such force that I could feel the pressure increasing in my balls by every moment. I tried all I could by twisting my body but may be 5 minutes or less, I shot my juice in his mouth and he did not resist or move but took me all in his mouth and swallowed it slowly and even licked myself clean. After cleaning up his lips, and chin area all shining with my thick and creamy cum, Rex stood up in the aisle, looked and smiled at his partner seated in the side row and then reached in the overhead compartment to open a duffle bag and took out something and then a small throw size blanket as well. As he sat back on the seat next to me; he showed me. He had taken out a condom and a sachet of the KY lube. “Time to fuck me”, he said and winked at me. Soon he was leaning over and pulling my jeans down and out of instinct, I also raised my hips to let him strip me. I resisted a little, soon as I realized what was to happen, “Rex, I do not think…”; but he shushed me saying that he wanted to do it in the male dance club but he got late for payment and perhaps I was let go to fuck some other customer. “Come on, Glenn; you know, you want it; look what I have got for you. He was totally stripped naked by now.WOW!! What an ass. I had fucked so many that nothing should have startled me but this was an ass to die for. Such perfect rounds of meat, such classic curves, both bubbles raised upwards then curving and coming down in an amazing harmony. The musculature was hard and tight at the split. It was not possible to resist but I fought the cravings while checking the ass crack. The hole was so deep inside and looked totally virgin an un-fucked. “Rex, there isn’t much room here”, but he quickly hushed me, saying that we shall be OK and manage. “Just do not hurt me too much”, he said.“Rex”. I again tried to convince him but he just kept going. After getting back close to me, he opened the condom and gave me to unroll on my cock. Then he slathered his hole with lube. He covered us both with the blanket and turned himself toward the window. Obviously my fingers started to search and stretch him. He was not resisting rather he was constantly trying to make my cock hard again and quickly too for 2nd climax. Rex shuddered as my hip worked slightly under his. We both had turned towards the window. Soon I was entering him, slow but persistent. He was constantly pushing back on my pole, proving that it could be done in the bus seats. He was pumping his ass on my cock and we were both moaning very low, not to be heard by the fellow riders. His head was pushed against the window and behind him, I could see open and deserted landscape drift backwards, while I kept sliding in Rex’s ass channel balls deep. There was a faint image of Rex’s face as well, in the window and I could see, how deeply he was enjoying getting his ass cocked. I was loving a new dimension of gay ass fucking of a cowboy, while his partner was seated close across the aisle. I was a bit frustrated as well for what I was doing. I had given up on my old time gay boy toy, Marty; hoping a change to a new life but Martin, Laron City and the ass fucking was proving so hard to leave behind. Now, Rex was not only throwing his ass, onto my horse length and strength; he was also begging me to fuck him as hard and deep as the bus seat allowed. As an added benefit of fucking a big number of gay ass; my fucking time and stamina had increased tremendously but it did not work in the bus seat and though it was a 2nd orgasm in almost 20 minutes; I emptied my balls in Rex’s ass canal in about 5 minutes. After draining my balls he pulled his shirt back on and buttoned up and went back up and sat down with his partner cowboy Dalton, and the two of them said something in a low whispering tone and laughed.Near dusk we stopped for dinner and a change in drivers at a stop almost identical to the lunch stop, and I got my burger and fries from the fast food counter and took it out and ate it standing up by the gas pumps. As I ate, I do not know why; I thought of fucking Rex. I surely enjoyed cocking him and just could not get enough of it really. The trouble I was having was the guilt of loving it and wanting more of it. I also had a feeling that the most faggot boys were taking advantage of my cock all the time. Somehow, I had started to hate Marty, who exposed me to the guys and let me have a harem of my own full of them for me to fuck anyone, any time, any shit day. I kind of wanted to believe that I only really needed and wanted just one guy and maybe çankaya escort a relatively older man than my age, with a good income who would stick by me and also let me do a lot of sex with him. I knew myself; I loved to do cocking. In Jefferson City that was what, I was going to try finding.As the bus driver began honking the horn; I waited back a little until in my view Rex and Dalton were both settled in their seats. I would have loved to fuck Rex again but I was not finding myself in mood to do so because of the hurting and awkward position, we had to be in the bus to fuck him again. I figured to do it again later at some point.Soon it was night and I had fell asleep bunched up in the blanket, Rex had left on the seat after getting his ass fucked. It was all dark when I felt a big jolt on my shoulder that woke me from the dazed position. It was Dalton, whispering in my ear to get up and come with him in the back of the bus because he had to show me some arrangements, he had made. As I could hold my eyes open, I could see, he had taken his shirt off and as many tattoos on him as Rex. I had a clue; what he wanted to show me but he was already reaching under my t shirt and touching my belly sensitive enough to make me want, he was going to give me. My dick was getting hard and already producing pre cum. Reaching the back of the bus Dalton scooted himself into the corner seat and pulled me over him. He reached and held my wrist to place my hand on his chest to make me feel, how hard his nipples were. He did not say anything but just moaned and sighed quietly. Soon, he was laying belly down, full length on the back seat and his jeans all pulled off to one ankle only. He gestured me to take off my jeans and lay over him, one of my leg hanging down, the heel of my foot touching the floor to work as a lever to keep on him steady from the tossing and turning of the bus felt intensely in the back of the bus. I could hardly hear him whisper to take the condom out of his jeans pocket and also use the lube. By now, I was ready and did as he asked. Now his both arms were pinned behind his back, I was holding his wrists together in one hand, rendering him immobile and a feel that he was being taken against his will at the back of this fucking bus. What a shitty thrill; I thought. The last bench seat of the bus was slightly raised and anybody awake, who looked behind could see some agitated movements in the seat; which did not let me enjoy the pleasure of this special thrill and once again, it was only spurting and spewing of my sex juices in the condom after struggling for no more than 10 minutes at the most. We were both breathing hard but perhaps he knew my virility and was expecting for another fucking to continue to satisfy his ass hunger. These rural Alberton cowboys; in the mood to get their asses blasted and coming to Laron. I was still hard, I could tell. I usually could recharge in no time for the second fucking before going soft and taking some time for the third go. He managed to pull himself up; not for dislodging from my cock, which was surely long and hard and most wishfully had not lost the condom in his so tight young gay ass. He had struggled up to be sitting in my lap, face to face, his arms hallowed around my neck and his lips working on my lips, neck and shoulder blades. Almost in a frenzy, Dalton had started fucking himself impaling him on my stiff wand with long and deep strokes. Soon I came once again, with very soft moans and groans, not to alert the people in the front of the bus. I do not know, since when the bastard, Rex had come back to witness the second fucking and was leaning over Dalton, both of their lips touching mine. Dalton’s hand snaked behind and I think he secured the condom, double filled by now and dislodged himself from my wedging inside his ass hole. Rex also moved back into the aisle and reaching to my seat, he grabbed the blanket to bring it back to hang it over the aisle seat backs to make it all private in the back of the bus. They whispered something and with that Rex moved back to sit with us in the back seat, where I do not know how many times each of them sucked me or made me to fuck them over and again. All I know that when they were done; I was giddy and having my head go round and round like a merry go around and my cock was hurting and my balls were feeling so hurt and crashed. Surely they had not had any success in fishing a cock while they were at their break time and now they had mine to make it work till it was dead sore. Soon they were gone to their seat and I had to stumble back to my seat on my own to crash for a while. I was exhausted but happy to have fucked as much as I had never done in Laron’s man club any single night. With the dawn’s early lights, we were once again at a tiny restaurant for some breakfast and change of another driver. Couple of people had left as their stop had come, in the middle of nowhere and now the bus was more empty. Rex and Dalton came to my seat and sat next to me; telling me that they thought how nice I was and they were very happy with me. Suddenly; Dalton, who was now seated next to me told me that in about 5 hours we shall be reaching Alberton and how nice it was in Alberton than Jefferson City. How much expensive Jefferson City was and the Police Department; always trying to prove, how vigilant they were by jumping on everybody’s throat for a case or no case. Then Rex asked me if I had got enough dough with me to get started in Jefferson and I answered to know that it was never enough. With that Rex and Dalton kind of apologized for having just little left and they gave me $ 200/= each, inviting me to come with them to stay in Alberton for at least a week to see for myself what Alberton could offer me, even better than Jefferson City. Rex told me that there was a sub office of the bus company in the Alberton and I could get the ticket validated to travel back on it to Jefferson City after one week. They promised me a comfortable stay with them for a week in their small house with a pole in the middle of the house but I shall not be offering any free show or service to at least one hundred of the guys working at the ranch looking for the services I provided with ready cash of at least $200/= from each guy each week for the show plus whatever, I could muster for my services each night. The money as well as number of guys per night was up to me to decide for my own benefit and convenience. A thought surged in my mind that no matter how far this bus had taken me from Martin, Laron, his ass and his club; everything still surrounded me. I realized that I should be thankful that I was lucky for I did not have to struggle as much as many others for both money and sex and I should not be refusing and running away from the chance I was getting. I also realized that however far I might get on this bus or by any other means; sex, faggot boys, their asses will follow me. There was no reason to run from the facts of life. Alberton is a nice small town. The ranch is good 70 plus miles from the center city. Ranch boys are youthful, sex hungry and sex crazed. The bottom ready are more in number than the top. The male dance show is held every other day at my club and slowly those gay boys are opening up to join as dancers. The money grows on trees for all of them. The clientele is going up; the business is booming. If nothing else, sex will always sell at the peak price, at the peak demand and gay sex will be in the lead always. I have quit working and only look for young, handsome boys to work for me and lay under me when I need them for my sexual needs.The End. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan September 4, 2019.

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