“Are you serious?” I asked.
He stepped out of the gazebo and waved at the building. Almost immediately, a set of blinds flashed closed, then opened twice!
My cock twitched, and he laughed. “You think this is the first time we’ve done this? We take turns putting on the shows! Now jerk off for them, faggot!”
I stood, moved to the entrance of the gazebo to be seen better, and began stroking my throbbing cock as I felt the man’s cum oozing from my body, draining down over my balls and running down my leg. Soon the thought of my humiliation being witnessed drove me over the edge, and I cut looze, shooting four large rooes of cum onto the gazebo steps.
Now drained, I paused for a second, stepped out of the gazebo, got down on my knees, and licked my still-warm cum from the steps. When I finished, I stood up, turned around, and waved to the building. The normal set of blinds closed and opened twice!
I walked out and gathered my clothes. I returned to the gazebo, and my conquering stud was looking at his phone.
“The fellas said next time you are in town, we want you in the office; a good cum dump is great for morale!” He then handed me a business card that read, “Fridays are for fucking,” with a phone number.
I asked if there was anyone else in the building, and he said on Fridays it was just them. He told me they built the gazebo just for this.
I looked around, and seeing no other buildings with a view of the area, I chose not to put my clothes on and walked to the truck naked. My humiliation and satisfaction were complete, but I gave the crew one last show.
By the time I got to my pickup, I had cum down to my ankles on the inside of my legs. I marveled at the amount of cum he had filled me with as I got into the truck and, sliding into the seat, left a fag trail of cum from my battered pussy on the leather seat!