A gay story: AirBnB Winter Getaway Ch. 01 /*
This story is fictional, all characters are of legal age.
Story Summary:
Mike is a tech guy who leads a team of AI specialists and developers. His team members are scattered around the country, and many of them work from their home office.
After a particularly cold winter in Chicago, Mike gets the “OK” from the company CEO to work remotely. With his new freedom in hand, Mike decides to rent an AirBnB in Florida and spend the winter months in warm sunshine.
Mike rents a nice two-bedroom rambler in an upscale Naples neighborhood. The Rambler has a private back yard with a heated pool and a half a dozen chairs and recliners scattered about the pool deck. It’s the perfect setting to escape the cold.
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Arriving at the Spring Rental
I raced down HI way 75 with the top down on my rented BMW. The sun warming the skin on my forehead just above my sunglasses, my brown hair blowing in the wind, I was soaking in the warmth of a beautiful Florida day. I had a 20-minute drive to the AirBnB I had rented in North Naples just a few blocks away from Vanderbilt beach. I was excited to see if the place matched the photos I had seen online.
First, I needed to stop for some provisions prior to my arrival. I made my exit and noticed a Publix grocery store in a large complex just across the road from the home I had rented. I pulled in and stocked up on some groceries and then pulled around the corner to a small liquor store to stock up on some of my favorite summertime drink provisions. In just under 30 minutes, I was all stocked up and back in the car for the short drive to the house.
As I pulled into the neighborhood, there were rows and rows of ramblers. Some were the original version built in the 1960’s and some were brand new homes that were built on the lot after the original home had been scraped and leveled. I followed my phone’s directions until I pulled into a nice new home with bright white stucco and a two-story entry. It was indeed a grand home.
After fumbling with the combination, I was finally inside. I left my luggage in the car and carried my groceries through the large open great room into the kitchen near the back of the house. The floor plan was completely open, providing full views of the backyard pool from both the great room and the kitchen. I put the groceries away so they wouldn’t spoil and then returned to my car to grab the box of booze and mixers. I stacked those on the bar across from the kitchen counters and made the final trip to the car to collect my luggage.
The place was impressive. The interior was decorated in beachy whites and blues. The kitchen had upscale appliances and granite counter tops. Marble floors throughout kept the upscale theme going. A short hallway led out of the great room into the master bedroom and a small second bedroom I would use as my office for Zoom calls. The master bedroom had large patio doors that led out to the pool. These patio doors matched the set in the kitchen. Their design allowed them to fold back and open the entire room to the outside.
The pool area was fenced and completely shrouded by lush palm trees. I could not see any of the surrounding homes on either side or behind me. It was very private, almost feeling like an exclusive, secluded spa or hotel. I sat in one of the lounge chairs for a moment and enjoyed the heat of the afternoon sun.
“Time to relax!” I said to myself, and I headed into the bedroom to change into my swim trunks and a t-shirt.
I arranged all my clothes in the closet and dresser then stepped out of my travel clothes and into a comfortable pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt. Once comfortably clad, I headed back to the bar to pour myself my first cocktail of my adventure. With a nice strong rum and coke in hand, I headed out to the pool with the guestbook in hand.
I opened the guestbook from the host that gave all the information about the place.
• Garbage pickup was Monday and Thursday.
• The gardener arrived on Tuesday.
• The pool guy arrived on Wednesday.
• The cleaning lady stopped by every other Friday.
• Pool heating instructions were easy to understand.
• HVAC instructions were unnecessary but included.
• The Sonos sound system was easily connected via Bluetooth.
“Jesus, this place is grand central station,” I mumbled to myself as a took a long sip of my rum and coke.
I had thrown the large patio doors open so the pool and kitchen became one huge indoor/outdoor space. The Sonos system was up and running and the pool fountain was burbling creating the perfect environment.
“This is going to be an awesome couple of months,” I congratulated myself, “I can’t believe it took me this long to arrange this.”
Meeting My New Neighbor
I spent the afternoon sitting by the pool, enjoying a series of progressively stronger rum and cokes. Just before sundown, I decided I better move the garbage to the curb before I forgot. I walked outside barefoot, in my swim-trunks and t-shirt, with my drink in hand, ice clinking around in the glass. I grabbed the garbage can with one hand and started rolling it to the curb. As I passed the hedge at the end of the driveway, I noticed the neighbor taking her garbage out at the same time.
“Someone looks pretty relaxed,” I heard a friendly female voice say, “it must be your first day of vacation.”
I turned to find a cute, mid-forties blonde woman looking at me as both hands moved her garbage can into position at the end of her driveway.
“Actually, I’m going to be working remotely down here for a few months,” I answered, “but yes this is my first day.”
“I’m Mike, by the way,” I said holding out my hand to shake.
“Joni,” the blonde said, smiling and holding out her hand, “I know your host Kristi, she’s great, but she still hasn’t let me in to see the place since she finished the remodel.”
“We’ll, I’d be glad to show it to you,” I offered, “why don’t you stop over for a cocktail sometime and I’ll show you and your husband around.”
“Oh, it would just be me,” Joni replied, “there is no Mr. Joni,” she said laughing.
“Well, the offer still stands,” I shot back, “but I have a strict dress attire.”
“Oh, do you,” Joni said smiling, “black tie, or more like what you have on now?”
“Swimwear required,” I answered with a wry smile, “I don’t like to be underdressed around guests and the house is really built for pool entertaining.”
“I see,” Joni replied with a polite smile, “we’ll have to get something on the calendar. Zillow lists your place for almost $60K more than mine and I want to understand why.”
“Grab your suit and c’mon over!” I laughed.
“It’s already getting dark,” Joni explained, “I want to see it during the day. Besides Kristi covered the place with so much vegetation that you could be wandering around the pool naked, and I wouldn’t know it.”
“I’ll have you know I’m a model citizen, Ma’am,” I feigned insult, “I don’t make a habit of galivanting around naked in stranger’s homes.”
“You know what I meant,” Joni laughed, “take another sip of that cocktail and calm yourself down, I can smell the rum from over here!”
“I better head back in before I leave you with a less than stellar first impression,” I smiled, turning back towards the house.
“You left a fine impression,” Joni smiled, “I’m glad you’re not some corporate stuffed shirt; you’d drive me nuts for the next few weeks.”
“Let me know when you want that tour, young lady,” I replied and waved over my shoulder as I headed back to the house.
“She seems like she’d be fun to fuck,” I thought to myself as I walked back into my place, “I’m going to add that to my to-do list.”
I walked back to the bar to freshen my drink and then headed out to the pool to enjoy the sitting area and watch an NBA game on the large outdoor TV. As the game droned on the background, my mind returned to my neighbor, Joni. Specifically, I was thinking about how she said that I could be naked back here and she would never know.
I got up from my lounge chair and walked around the pool area, drink still in hand. The entire area was covered by a tall cedar fence that created privacy up to about 6 feet. Above that, the palms were so thick, that I couldn’t see the homes on either side of the fence. Besides most of the homes were also ramblers, so I didn’t need to worry about neighbors looking down from above.
Alcohol Fueled Inhibition
I took another sip from my fifth cocktail of the evening and started to think about proving Joni’s point. I put my drink down and took off my T-shirt. Then, I looked around a bit and decided to drop my swim trunks as well. I grabbed both items of clothing and walked, naked back into the house. I put my trunks and shirt away neatly in my bedroom dresser and returned to the pool area unencumbered by clothing.
I took a dip in the pool and felt the freedom of swimming around in the darkness with my cock hanging out. By the time I got out of the pool, my cock was rock hard, swinging back and forth as I walked over to the lounge chair. I was drunk and horny in my private back yard, fully enjoying the warm Florida air.
I turned off the large outdoor TV and focused on my erect, 7-inch cock. I reached down and started stroking myself with one hand while sipping on my cocktail with the other. I imagined Joni, naked, on her knees, sucking my big cock for me while I watched. I knew it would be just a matter of time before I had her just where I wanted her. It was going to be a great couple of months.
“That’s right, suck my cock, Joni,” I moaned under my breath as my fantasy unfolded, “make me cum and I’ll show you the rest of the house.”
I pictured my hands grabbing Joni’s head and pushing her down until I was deep in her throat. I could hear her groan and gag a little as I forced her to take my full 7″ member.
“You’re such a good girl, Joni,” I moaned, “look at you take it all like that, you’re going to make me cum.”
Meanwhile my hand was making long, rapid strokes over the length of my shaft. I had passed the point of no return. My alcohol fueled lust driving me into a frenzy. I was going to cum and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last time this evening.
“Oh Joni,” I moaned as the first jets of cum exploded onto my stomach and chest.
I kept stroking myself as stream after stream of hot semen shot into the air, landing all over me. Even as my orgasm was subsiding, I kept stroking working myself into a frenzy again. My wet cock now making sloppy noises as I continued stroking working to deliver a second orgasm.
My mind shifted from fucking Joni’s mouth to fucking her ass. In my drunken state, my mind was an almost limitless source of depravity. I had just met my neighbor and I was already fantasizing about sodomizing her in multiple degrading ways.
“Show me that ass, Joni,” I muttered under my breath as my hand continued to stroke my cum covered cock.
“Beg for it, Joni, beg me to assfuck you in my backyard,” I groaned, my eyes now small slits as I worked to conjure the image in my head.
I imagined Joni on all fours with me lining up behind her, pushing the head of my cock against her little pink pucker.
“I can’t wait to bury my cock in that tight ass of yours, Joni,” I hissed as I clinched my teeth preparing to shoot another load in just under 2 minutes.
In my mind’s eye, I watched my hard cock enter Joni’s tight little ass. It was glorious. I couldn’t hold back my second load of the evening and I exploded again. My body writhed as I emptied my balls all over myself. The orgasm shook my body violently and I spasmed uncontrollably in the lounge chair next to the pool. It seemed to last for a few minutes and when it was over, I was drunk and exhausted.
Drunk and satisfied, I fell asleep by the pool, naked and covered in my own cum. It was almost 3 a.m.
Morning Arrives with a Shock
I felt something poke my shoulder, and I opened my eyes blinded by the morning sun. Standing over me was the gardener, he had poked me with the end of a rake he was holding in his hand. It took me a moment to remember where I was and what had happened the night before. In seconds, I remembered that I had passed out naked covered in cum the night before. Now I was being found by the gardener, a total stranger.
“Holy fuck!” I jumped up trying to cover my privates with my hands, “who the hell are you?”
“I’m the gardener,” the man said in a thick Spanish accent, “are you a good cocksucker?”
I looked at the man in shock. He was about 5’5″ tall, 160lbs, dark tan skin. He was wearing a ball cap and work gloves along with a short sleeve shirt and jeans. He had one hand on the rake and the other hand was rubbing his crotch. His creepy smile made me very uneasy.
“I’m not a cocksucker, I’m the renter,” I insisted as I made my way toward the kitchen.
I flew through the kitchen and into my bedroom looking to put on some clothes. I was hoping this entire situation would be forgotten. I opened the dresser and found all my clothes were missing. I rushed over to the closet and found the same result. The closet was completely empty. I panicked.
After a few seconds, I walked back out to the kitchen with my hand over my crotch.
“Where are my clothes, asshole?” I shouted at the gardener.
“I think they might have been stolen when you were sleeping,” the gardener smiled, “seems like you don’t like to wear them anyway,” he laughed.
“This isn’t funny,” I shouted, trying to control the fear in my voice, “I’m going to call the cops.”
“Go ahead,” the gardener shrugged, “I’ll be out in front mowing the lawn. When the cops get here, I’ll just play dumb, and you’ll be the one standing there naked.”
“What the fuck do you want,” I pleaded with the grinning man.
“I want you to answer my question,” the gardener laughed, leaning his rake against the house.
“What question?” I asked, frustrated and angry.
“Are you a good cocksucker?” the gardener asked smiling again and rubbing his crotch, “If you want your clothes back, I think you’re going to be.”
“I don’t suck cock,” I argued, “just give me my clothes back, I can pay you.”
“The owner pays me,” the gardener said, “I need my cock sucked.”
“Fuck off,” I sneered, “I’m not sucking your cock.”
“Suit yourself,” the gardener said, shaking his head, “I’ll just leave you here naked until you agree to my terms. My buddy the pool guy will be here tomorrow, and if you don’t make a deal with me today, I’m sure he’s going to want in on the action too. What are you going to do when he finds you naked here tomorrow?”
My mind was racing. This bastard had me trapped. I was in a strange town, in a strange house in a very compromised position. I had to buy time to figure something out.
“I’ll take my chances,” I said, “I will find some clothes by tomorrow, now get the fuck out of here.”
“I need to finish my work here first,” the gardener clarified, “I guess you’ll have to face my buddy tomorrow if you’re still naked. I might stop by just to watch.”
The gardener went back to finish his work in the yard. While he mowed the grass, I jumped on to amazon to see if I could order clothes for same day delivery. Unfortunately, the best I could do was to have a pair of swim trunks and some t-shirts delivered by 6pm the following day. I heard the mower stop and heard the leaf blower start up.
Soon, the gardener was in the back yard finishing up around the pool. I hid out in the bedroom until I heard him yelling from the kitchen.
“Hey cocksucker!” the gardener was yelling, “come out here, we need to talk before I leave.”
I opened the bedroom door and walked into kitchen with a bath towel around my waist. I couldn’t believe what I saw. The gardener was standing there with his jeans open and his hard cock jutting out from his body. It was big, and thick, and uncut. It was easily 2 inches larger than my cock and much thicker.
“I just thought I’d make it easy for you,” the gardener said, “just get over here, get on your knees and suck this big Latin cock. I’ll give you your clothes back and we’ll forget all about this.”
I was staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. I’d never seen a Latin cock before, I wondered if they were all so prodigiously hung. I started to panic as my own cock started to engorge. I was sure I wasn’t gay, but this guy was sporting a superhuman sized piece of man meat.
“C’mon, man, you know you want this,” he laughed, “white collar guys are all the same, you love big cocks. Just blow me and I’ll go to the truck and get your clothes.”
“No,” I said softly, in a non-convincing voice that I couldn’t believe was my own.
“If this goes further, I’m going to raise the stakes,” the gardener cautioned, “maybe tomorrow my buddy needs his cock sucked too.”
“Just leave,” I said, my voice trembling with both fear and arousal, “I’m not going to blow you.”
“Well enjoy your time here today,” the gardener said, “I guess you’ll be spending the day naked. I’ll let my buddy know I’ll join him tomorrow when he comes to clean the pool.”
The creepy gardener zipped up his pants, turned and left. I heard the pool gate clang shut and I watched as he got in his truck and drove away, presumably with all my clothing.
I had a conference call at 1 p.m. that I would need to do with the camera off. I was at a loss for what I was going to do all alone in the house naked except for a bath towel. My Amazon clothes would not arrive until almost 10pm tomorrow evening. This was a terrible situation.
Trapped and Afraid
I finished my morning conference call and wandered around my house wearing only a bath towel. After an hour or so, I just let the bath towel go and wandered around the house naked. If I wasn’t so frightened and frustrated by the situation I was in, it might have been exciting to be part of my own nudist colony. But with the gardener’s threat looming, there was no thrill only fear and anger.
I knew that my Amazon clothes would not arrive until late tomorrow evening, so I knew I was going to have to face both the gardener and the pool guy in the morning. As I thought about it more, I realized that these two men couldn’t force me to do anything. It might be awkward, but I could just keep telling them “No” until my clothes arrived, and I could leave the house and go buy a new wardrobe.
Fortunately, I had no other calls scheduled for the day, so I didn’t need to worry about explaining why my camera was off during my zoom calls. It was already mid-day, and the sun was flooding the pool area with warm heat.
“What the fuck, I might as well get a tan,” I said to myself.
I poured myself a glass of ice water and headed out to one of the lounge chairs by the pool. After about 45 minutes, I heard the doorbell ring.
“Who the fuck is that?” I said in disgust, “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my waist and walked to the front door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Joni standing there in a beach cover up.
“Hi Joni,” I yelled through the front door, “I’m on a conference call right now.”
“I saw your garbage can was still at the end of the driveway, so I pulled it up for you.” Joni replied, “I thought I’d take you up on that offer for a house tour.”
Normally, I would be excited to have this milf show up wearing her bathing suit to see my house, but today, I was trapped wearing only a bath towel.
“That’s so nice of you Joni,” I said through the door, “I’m slammed with meetings today and tomorrow, but I’d love to show you the place anytime on Thursday, will that work for you.”
“I don’t know, I’m pretty busy myself,” Joni replied, “I’m kind of a big deal around here you know.”
I laughed at Joni’s humor; I was really starting to like this neighbor of mine.
“Well, if you can wait until Thursday, I will not only give you a tour, but I will cook you dinner,” I offered, “My grilling skills make Bobby Flay look like a fry cook.”
“I think I can clear my schedule for that,” Joni replied, “what time on Thursday?”
“Let’s say 4 o’clock,” I replied, “we’ll start with a happy hour tour, and then you can stay for dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Joni replied, “it looks like your pool guy just pulled up anyway, so Thursday is probably better.”
“See you then,” I shouted through the door, as I rushed to the window to peak outside.
Sure enough, there was a truck in front of the house with decals that said “Destiny Pools” on the doors. Inside I could see a man on his phone.
“Shit, this guy wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” I said under my breath, “what the fuck is he doing here already?”
I watched as the man ended his call and put his phone in his pocket. Then I watched him get out of his truck and walk around to the back to grab a net and a small container of what I assumed were pool chemicals. He was another Latin guy which was very common for the crews here in Florida. He was about 5’7″ and looked to be about 175 pounds. With tools in hand, he made his way toward the pool gate on the side of the house.
I heard the clang of the gate as he made his way into the back yard. I positioned myself behind the kitchen island in an attempt to hide the fact that I was wearing only a bathroom towel. The man emerged around the corner of the house, set his items down on the pool deck and started looking around. It took a few seconds for him to realize I was standing in the kitchen. He looked at me and smiled.
“You the naked renter guy?” he asked, flashing a broad white smile.
“I’m the renter,” I answered, “you’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow.”
“Ricky told me about you, so I am here now,” the man answered.
“Is Ricky the gardener?” I asked.
“Yeah, he told me you’re a naked pervert who likes to suck cock,” the man replied in a matter-of-fact way.
“He stole my clothes,” I answered, “and I’m not going to suck anyone’s cock.”
“He’s on his way here now,” the man replied, “he’s got your clothes in the truck.”
“Good, then he can give me my clothes back and we can end this shit,” I said in as strong a voice as I could muster.
“Yeah, right after you suck our cocks,” the man laughed, “I’m going to finish up with your pool while I wait for Ricky.”
I was shocked by the audacity of this guy. He just assumed since Ricky said I was going to do something, that I’d do it. I stood in the kitchen outraged by the situation. I just wanted a couple months away from the cold to relax, and now these two dumb fucks had me over a barrel.
The next minutes seem to take an hour to pass. I watched the pool guy do his work in a routine fashion. It was surreal watching my captor act like it was just another Tuesday afternoon while he and his buddy held me hostage wearing only a bath towel. I knew they couldn’t force me to do anything, I just had to wait them out.
A few minutes later, I heard another truck pull up in front of the house. Seconds later, I heard the clang of the side pool gate as the gardener made his way into the back yard. The gardener walked over and talked to the pool guy while I watched. After a short conversation, they both approached the kitchen as I stood behind the large island.
The Captors Return
Ricky looked at me and smiled, “I told you this would escalate if you didn’t do what I asked. Now you’re going to have to suck me and my friend Garcia here.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen,” I answered with a sneer, “you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
Ricky started to approach me from one side of the island, while Garcia, the pool guy, approached from the other. I was shocked by the brazenness of these two deviants. I wondered if they were going to try to take me by force. I tried to make my way further into the house, but Garcia grabbed my arm. When he did, Ricky pulled my towel away leaving me naked in front of the two men.
“Step out into the sunlight so I can see you,” Garcia said as he pulled my naked body out by the pool. I couldn’t believe I was standing naked in front of these two strange men. I put my hands over my crotch trying to hide my cock while they enjoyed watching my embarrassment.
“These white-collar guys have small cocks, don’t they Ricky,” Garcia snickered as he looked over at the gardener.
“Yeah, but that’s what makes them like sucking our big dicks,” Ricky answered, “This one just doesn’t know it yet.”
“C’mon guys, I don’t want any trouble,” I begged, “just give me my clothes back and we can forget about this whole thing.”
“Hey, were not the pervert who was naked in public after jacking off all night,” Ricky scoffed, “why don’t you jack off for us now, pervert.”
“Yeah, give us show,” Garcia chimed in, “I want to see the pervert in action.”
Ricky pulled two large zip ties out of his back pocket and held them up.
“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll zip-tie your hands behind your back and leave you hear naked for the rest of your trip,” Ricky threatened.
“He’s not fuckin’ around,” Garcia warned, “if he zip-ties you, we may just decide to come back with even more of our friends. So, start jacking off.”
I felt my face flush as I realized that this was no longer just a sick prank. If I was zip-tied, this could turn very dangerous, very quickly. I felt a shroud of shame as I moved my hand away from shielding my cock and instead, started to stroke myself in front of the two strange men.
“Look at this naked pervert jacking off right in front of us,” Garcia laughed, “is this how you found him?”
“He was passed out, naked, in that chair over there when I found him,” Ricky answered, “it looked like he’d been jacking off all night right here in the open.”
“Keep strokin’ pervert and get on your knees,” Ricky ordered, bringing the zip-ties closer to emphasize the threat.
“Don’t zip-tie me,” I yelped, “and dropped to my knees in front of the men.”
“I think the pervert likes this,” Garcia sneered, “he’s worked himself into a raging hard-on.”
“He’s getting all horned up thinking about sucking our big Mexican cocks,” Ricky laughed, “let’s not keep him waiting.”
My mind was having a hard time processing what was happening. I was on my knees, naked, out in the open, in the backyard of an AirBnB, and I was about to be orally raped by two workers.
“This just can’t be happening,” I thought to myself, as I watched the two men start to undo their belts and jeans.
I felt myself leave my body as the two men stepped out of their jeans and stood there with their big, thick, uncut Mexican cocks just a few feet away from me.
“Keep strokin’ that little cock, renter,” Ricky growled, “we want our cocksucker to be nice and horny, so he does a good job.”
Submerged into Submission
I felt the hard pool deck on my knees as I crouched, naked, jacking off in front of the two hung captors. The calm noise of the bubbling pool fountain seemed out of place for the horror show I was experiencing in real life. The hot sun and my extreme stress were causing me to sweat. Beads of sweat were forming on my eyebrows as performed my lewd sex show for the two strangers.
Ricky approached me first, stroking his massive, uncut cock.
“It’s almost nine inches, in case you were wondering bitch,” Ricky sneered as he took two steps forward holding his cock inches from my face.
I instinctively closed my eyes as he rubbed his cock around my face, humiliating me before he forced me to suck his cock. I could smell the day’s work on his cock, the musky odor was strong as his cock pressed against me lips.
“Open up, pervert, it’s time for you to become our bitch,” Ricky said in a low, mean voice.
I held my ground but was instantly shocked into submission when the palm of Ricky’s hand slapped my head.
“Jesus,” I said in disgust, “stop it.”
“You better start sucking, or I’ll zip-tie you and throw you in the fuckin’ pool,” Ricky growled.
I was now filled with terror, as this gardener threatened to drown me in my own pool. I just wanted this to end, so I gave in and opened my mouth for the awful stranger.
“That’s it bitch, glad to see you come to your senses,” Ricky laughed.
I felt his strong hands grab the back of my head and pull me onto his massive cock. The massive uncut head of his shaft plunged to the back of my mouth and into my throat. This wasn’t going to be a blowjob; this was going to be a face fuck.
“Keep strokin’ that tiny cock,” Garcia demanded, “we’re going to teach you to like this.”
I reached down and continued to stroke my cock as ordered while Ricky took deep strokes into my head. I could hear myself gasping and coughing as the gardener had his way with my face. I was almost a foot taller than both men, however, they had the upper hand, and they were hell-bent on making me their bitch.
“He hasn’t done this before,” Ricky panted as he fucked my mouth, “we’re going to have to give him lots of practice before he does this right.”
“Let me fuck that pie-hole,” Garcia sneered as he stepped up next to Ricky.
Ricky stepped to the side and let the other man step in front of me. I continued to stroke my cock as Garcia lined his cock up with my lips, grabbed the back of my head with both hands and worked his cock into my throat.
“Look at that white-collar bitch, stroke himself while we fuck his face,” Ricky laughed, “when we’re done with him, we can rent his ass out for some weekend money.”
“We’ll rent his ass out like an AirBnB,” Garcia laughed as he face-fucked me with abandon.
The pavement was scraping my knees as the two men continued to use my mouth for their pleasure. My mouth was full of saliva as Garcia kept forcing his cock into my throat creating a gag reflex along with a terrible sloshing sound. I felt ashamed being used like this. I was terrified that someone might discover me, naked, on my knees, jacking off while servicing two manual workers.
Even with all the terror of the situation, I felt myself getting close to orgasm. I knew that if I blew my load, my captors would see it as a sign of satisfaction. It would prove to them that I was a pervert who liked being naked and orally servicing them at their whim. I couldn’t let that happen; so, I slowed my strokes and hoped they wouldn’t notice.
Garcia pulled his shiny cock out of my throat and stepped back. I watched his giant cock swing in front of me. I could now see about half of the huge purple head that protruded from his foreskin. I was shocked at the size of the head and even the size of his piss slit. At the base of his cock were two heavy balls swinging as he withdrew from my mouth. Garcia stepped back and turned my head back toward Ricky.
“Open wide bitch, it’s time for you to learn how to throat me,” Ricky growled.
I did as he said and felt him enter my mouth. Then he used both hands to pull hard on the back of my head. His giant cock head pushed into my throat causing me to gag and spit out onto the pool deck. He gave me a second to catch my breath and then started up again.
“Keep strokin’ that cock renter,” Garcia ordered as he watched Ricky assault my throat with his massive Mexican cock, “we know you like to jack off in public.”
I followed his command, stroking my cock while Ricky treated my head like a human fleshlight. He was taking long strokes now into my throat. I tried to catch breaths between strokes as he went deeper and deeper. I opened my eyes to see his pubic hair getting closer and closer to my nose. After a few more stokes, his pubes were pressed against my face as he held himself balls deep in my throat. I felt totally violated as he took short quick strokes holding my face right against his pubes. I felt like a cheap street whore being used by the hung Mexican gardener.
“I’m fuckin’ cumming down your throat renter,” Ricky moaned.
I felt his cock throb and felt wad after wad of hot semen flow into my stomach. It was happening. I had been throat fucked by another man and I was being forced to swallow his load. I was shrouded in a cloud of humiliation and shame. Even so, I couldn’t stop what happened next.
I felt my own balls erupt and felt myself release my own jet of semen out onto the pool deck. My body spasmed uncontrollably as my orgasm hit. I still had Ricky’s cock in my mouth when it happened. He was busy letting me suck down the rest of his load when my own orgasm erupted.
“Wow, white-collar bitch really likes swallowing for you,” Garcia sneered, “He blew his load as soon as you started him pumping him full of cum.”
“You keep spanking that meat pervert,” Ricky groaned as he let me clean the cum off his cock while it softened in my mouth, “I bet you can cum again when Garcia fills you up.”
I was totally disgusted with myself after my orgasm subsided. I felt complete shame and humiliation as Garcia stepped up for his turn in my throat. I felt a strand of cum hanging from my chin as I opened my mouth to service Garcia. I could only imagine the depraved sight I must have been out in the open. I prayed for the wind to stay low so the palm cover wouldn’t blow around allowing the X-rated scene to be observed by Joni or the other neighbors.
The Renter Becomes the Bitch
Garcia wasted no time picking up where Ricky left off. He grabbed my head and thrust his cock all the way into my throat. I found myself once again with my face pressed up against another man’s pubes. The scent was stronger with Garcia, it smelled of sweaty balls and saliva from his time in my throat. Without being told again, I reached down and started stroking myself as I had been instructed before.
“That’s right white-collar boy, get yourself off while you suck my big Mexican dick,” Garcia moaned.
“We’ve got a lot of work to do here,” Ricky laughed, “we’re going to have to stop by often and keep this place in top operating condition. We wouldn’t want the renter to give a bad review.”
At that moment, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to get my clothes back from my captors. It seemed they liked having me naked and ready to serve them on a whim. I had gone from leading one of the country’s top AI teams to being the naked cock sucking bitch to two Mexican hoodlums.
“We’ve broken him in now,” Garcia moaned, “He’s able to take me all the way to the base; my wife can’t even do that.”
My own cock was starting to get sore from all the stroking. Even though it was covered in my own cum, there was hardly any lubrication. I slowed my strokes hoping they wouldn’t notice. Rick took a seat on one of the lounge chairs and watched Garcia face fuck me on the pool deck. I saw him reach for the phone and start taking pictures.
“Hmmm, Hmmm!” I moaned onto Garcia’s cock, protesting the photos.
Rick noticed the panic in my eyes and said, “Don’t worry pervert, your secret is safe with us. I just want to show some of the other guys back at the shop.”
“Hey, don’t get my face in there,” Garcia warned, “I don’t want my wife to know I’m getting my dick wet using this white-collar pervert.”
“Your face is safe,” Ricky assured, “now hurry up and cum so I can get it on film. I want to record our little bitch swallowing your load.”
“Fuck yeah,” Garcia moaned, as he swung his hips in and out of my face at a more rapid pace.
“Make yourself cum for us bitch,” Ricky ordered, “I want the boys to know how much you like swallowing our cum.”
I stroked my cock, but I wasn’t close to orgasm. At least I wasn’t as close as Garcia was.
“Jesus,” Garcia moaned as he held my face up against his pubic bone and started emptying his balls directly into my stomach.
I felt nauseous as my stomach was filled with the second large load of Mexican semen in less than 15 minutes. I felt Garcia’s cock continue to throb as he unloaded directly into my stomach. I got distracted and stopped stroking my own cock, but Ricky didn’t seem to notice while filming the perverted display.
“Suck out every drop, renter,” Garcia seethed between his teeth, as I finished him in my mouth. He removed the vice grip from my head and stood with his hands on his hips watching me clean his cock with my mouth.
“You’re officially our bitch now,” Garcia laughed, “how does it feel renter boy?”
I looked up at him from my knees and then lowered my head in shame. I saw a pool of my own cum between my knees and a puddle of semen drying in my pubic hair at the base of my cock. It was disgusting. I sat like that for what seemed like minutes until Garcia grabbed me by my hair and lifted me to my feet.
“Go make me a drink,” Garcia ordered, “I feel like celebrating and I’m done working for the afternoon.”
“I’ve got scotch, rum, vodka, and gin,” I said in a robotic voice. I was in shock.
“Vodka on the rocks,” Garcia ordered.
“Make two of ’em,” Ricky chimed in.
I poured two vodka rocks and carried them over to the bottomless men reclining on the lounge chairs on the deck. It was totally degrading being asked to serve these men from my own bar after they forced themselves into my throat. I was still processing the depravity of the acts that had been committed.
“Aren’t you going to join us,” Ricky asked, with an evil grin.
“I just want my clothes back,” I said in the low voice of a broken man.
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll give you your clothes back next time,” Ricky said before he took a long sip of his drink, “Once we are certain you will take them off for us when we want you to, you can have them back.”
“We’re not sure your quite broken in yet,” Garcia added, “we want to be sure you’ve submitted to us before we allow you to be dressed again.”
“Fuck you, we had a deal,” I shouted, “Give me my fuckin’ clothes.”
“Hey there bitch,” Ricky warned, “That white-collar bossy stuff may work with soy boys, but it doesn’t work with us. You’re our bitch now, you get what we want to give you, when we want to give it to you.”
“You’ll have your clothes back before the cleaning lady arrives on Friday,” Garcia chimed in, “by then, you should be on-board with the program.”
“I have zoom calls to make, I have work to do,” I implored.
“Turn the camera off,” Ricky said, “besides you were naked when I found you, I don’t understand why you are so upset.”
Just then, Ricky’s phone made a ping indicating a new text had arrived.
“The boys back at the shop are anxious to meet you,” Ricky laughed.
“I guess we’ll all be back for a little pool party tonight,” Garcia said, holding his glass up to toast with Ricky, “I’ll tell the wife I’m gonna be out late.”
TO BE CONTINUED…