The Exploration Of Nate on HotGuySecret
CHAPTER XIX
AN INTERLUDE WITH DAVID
“Well that’s everything. We gave it our all. Take care of yourself. I’ll always love you.” David said to Laura on the phone. They’d just completed signing properties over. Main house his. Summer house here. The end. Done.
“We will carry on being the best of friends David but we both know it became a lie in the end. We’re free. Take care of yourself.” Laura ended the call. David grinned to himself, he knew friendship was a stretch but humoured Laura none the less.
The ‘we’re free’ resonated. He really was. He stood in the mirror in the previously marital bedroom. He undid his robe and dropped it. David conntemplated his body. He was in his early fifties but almost obsessive over his fitness. His body was still tight, toned and solid. He’d been with plenty of beautiful men to know he still had it.
He ran his hand over his pale pec muscles, through the tuft of light brown hair that sat in the middle. Over his broad shoulders. Rounding into thick biceps. A still defined stomach with flashes of hair leading to his crotch.
Gliding a hand around his cock he pulled at his thick shaft. Whiteish pink foreskin wrapped round a wide deeper pink head.
His legs were still good. Powerfull. Pale with a neat layer of light brown hair. He turned, his arse, equally pale, toned and round. A good asset in the new dating market he’d just floated on.
He tensed his biceps to define his back. Work out regimine would continue he decided.
Turning back to the mirror, he grinned. The disbanding of the group, the divorce, the settling of his acquaintances into relationships, none of this made him feel low or empty. It made him brim with possibility. He’d come out, inspired by Gray’s bravery. It was time to be him.
He reached into his dresser and pulled out a black rubber cock ring. He ran it through his hands before threading his shaft and heavy balls through it and into position.
He wanted to lose himself in his freedom this week. No connection. No creeping home. Just sex. A hole. This week he was being used.
David was an aggressive top when he desired but being filled greedily made him pang for attention.
Time to suit up. He reached for his leather jock strap and stepped in. The leather immediately making his member throb.
Next came black lycra bike shorts that clung everywhere to give away the jock and the thick rubber at the base of his shaft.
He decided against a top and zipped up a thin black wind breaker. Anticipating not wearing it long for what he had planned.
He sat on the bed and pulled out his phone. He didn’t want flirting, time wasters or pointless chat so averted the usual apps. He wanted anonymous, need driven men, who were willing to go searching for it.
He scanned some message boards and came across an anonymous cruising site.
Did the job.
He bent his legs back. The stretch of the material made his supple cheeks visible. Flash.
He studied the photo. Everything about this evening was meticulous. No time for self adoration. Time to hunt.
Without thinking he wrote:
HUSBANDCOCK10: Bunker. Oak Road airfield from 11PM. Anonymous hung muscle power tops wanted. Groups. Couples. Individual. Other types refused. DILF power bottom waiting. Holes need filling. Will be restrained. No talk accept direction. Please use.
David accompanied the post with his new photo.
David took everything off. Set his alarm for 9:30 PM. Rest.
9:30 PM
David woke. He took rest seriously. He always attributed it to his business success, sexual appetite and ability to compartmentalise his life.
He showered. Removed hair from his hole and every last one from his sack and general crotch area. No distractions. He moisturised completely and went to the bed to wait a moment.
He clocked his message board post. 20 likes. Promising.
Next he went to the mirror and rubbed oil all over his body. He wanted his body to glisten for all his suitors tonight.
Cock ring, jock, Lycra shorts and windbreaker on. He ran downstairs and fastened his black mountain trainers. Grip, of course.
10 PM.
Out in the Range Rover on the drive he checked the post again. 70 likes. Busy night.
Before leaving he checked his supplies box under the passenger seat, neatly disguised as a First Aid kit for unassuming occupants.
Leather hood mask with eye and mouth holes. Check. Black leather cuffs with metal loops. Check. Metal chain with opposing clasps- one in the middle. Check. Lube. Check. Two black nylon pouches. Check. Secondary iPhone fully charged on silent no vibrate with one app. Check. Four long battery life flood lights. Check. Black leather collar with metal hoops. Check. iPhone power bank. Check. Blanket. Check.
Ready.
He reached between his legs and felt his leather and Lycra bulge. Warm and hard.
He tapped the Range Rover into drive.
The disused bunker was positioned only 20 minutes from the house. Not visible from the road and the end of summer had left a lot of overgrowth. Perfect for obstructing cars parked up. There was nothing for miles so the spot was perfect. David had scouted it out months before. Finding it, he knew he would return when he was free. Tonight was his night.
Back when he found it, on a morning walk to get out of the house, he’d walked in. Felt the walls and found old hooks, likely used for hanging supplies of some kind in years gone by and saw it as his perfect stage. He felt so turned on at the possibilities the unassuming building could give, he stripped completely and jerked off frantically before dressing, walking home and sitting at lunch with his wife.
Back in the car at 10:30 PM. He parked up in a lay by a 10 minute walk, there was heavy grass between the lay-by and the road so his black Range Rover was out of site. Any cock arriving would be in a hurry and park as close as possible. Luckily the entrance to the bunker was flattened by farming traffic, ramblers and lost Sunday drivers.
He moved to the passenger side door. Switched off his main phone and locked it and his keys in the glove compartment. Picking up the ‘First Aid’ kit he walked stealthily along the hedge. He stopped. Switched the second phone on. Went to the Land Rover app, FaceID, tapped his number plate and hit deadlock. The car gave out a mechanical groan. Secure.
Approaching the bunker it was dusk so there was some remaining light. He walked in down the two steps into the main room. David was 6’0 and broad but the room was still a good size. A man of 6’5 could stand comfortably, span his arms and still have another foot either side. The floor was flat with hard standing. But not uncomfortable.
David positioned a flood light in each corner, clicking them on, angling them up and back so they didn’t glare or over expose. He placed the lube on the floor in the middle of the room. He was daring but not stupid. He filled one black pouch with sandy grit and kept it at the back of the bunker behind a loose stone. A hopefully unneeded weapon. With the other, he set up his second iPhone in the pouch and partially covered it from view and hit record. He’d clipped it into the power bank as well. He tested this already. He had 4 hours of fun, with a remaining hour to get back to the car.
He unzipped the windbreaker and folded it two one side. He threaded the chains through the two hooks on the wall and laid them on the floor.
He laid the blanket down, attached the collar around his neck and the cuffs around his wrists. Clipping the chain to both wrists and the back of his collar, he moved around to test. He could get to the middle of the bunker before tension built, both on all fours and standing.
Lastly, he completed 50 push ups to pump his arms and give himself a sweat.
Lastly, he applied the hood. Knelt on the blanket, arms behind his back.
David remained in position for 15 further minutes and although the torture was exquisite, he was thinking about aborting ship.
11:15 PM: SUIT
Tires crackled over gravel. A door opened and closed. Heavy foot steps came toward the bunker and down the stairs. Grey suit trousers came into view. Solid frame, tanned, older, handsome face. No expression.
David didn’t flinch a muscle as the 6’2 suit walked toward him. Suit’s crotch was eye level. Bulge firming. A hand grabbed David’s chin and pulled it upward. Next a huge wave of spit hit David’s face. He gasped and kept his mouth open. Next, two fingers jabbed his mouth, making him gag instantly. His body jolted. He tensed his arms in the chains.
Next a dress shoe cupped under his lycra and leather clad sack. Suit bounced it with his foot. David jolted again. Feeling his cock strain against the jock.
Suit walked forward and pushed his crotch into David’s face. David began nuzzling in the crotch, feeling the heat and hardness rub against his mouth. He reached his tongue out and lapped greedily.
Suit stood back momentarily to unzip his trousers and pulled his cock out frantically. David swallowed greedily at the sight. A thick brown member with generous foreskin bobbed heavily. A girthy cock that could fill a mouth. A filmy thread of precum whipped out the end as Suit moved toward David.
No time wasted. Suit knew what he wanted out of the exchange. Grabbing both sides of David’s hood clad head he drove his cock into David’s mouth. David’s hands went to fists, suspended. The thrusts were rough and relentless. David retched repeatedly but didn’t back down.
Suit’s body weight leaned against David’s head. Thank god for his core work. Sweat was covering David’s body in the humidity of the bunker as he struggled.
Suit thrusted again and held David on his cock. David wheezed and huffed refusing to back down. The thick member began irritating his throat, he heaved violently as Suit broke away. Suit returned and slapped the cock against David’s hood covered face before beginning to jack it frantically above David’s face.
11:40 PM: SPORT DADS
Just then two clean shaven sport dads in black t shirts and gym shorts appeared. Chiselled, handsome, their soapy freshness filling the room. Both grinned at the sight in front of them and looked at each other. Possibly early 40s going by the smoothness in their faces and minimal grey hair. Both were solidly built but athletic.
They pulled their t shirts off. One smooth. One dappled with black chest hair. Then their shorts were gone. Clean shaven fat cocks bounced in front of them.
In unison the walked forward to join Suit. They cupped his cheeks with a hand each and with the other took over jerking his cock. Suit held David’s head as the jerking intensified until he buckled and shot his ropes over David’s head. Cum landing messily over the hood. The Sport Dads smiled openly at the explosion. They eased off and Suit regained his composure before zipping up and walking out.
Sport dads were smart. Clearly a closet experience for both, but the confidence in their movement and sureness even in the sight of David as he was, made David real size this was not their first time venturing out.
They both held their cocks by the head and turned to David. Still kneeling. Both began to piss all over him. Soaking him from the top of his head, down his chest and the liquid pooled over his legs and bulge.
They finished and hoisted David to his feet roughly without breaking their oddly vacant smiles. David spat out some piss and breathed hard.
Chest Hair moved closer to David’s front and kissed him hard. Then proceeded to smack his chest and pull his nipples. David gasped before his mouth was filled with a tongue again.
Smooth Chest moved behind David and began kneading his firm cheeks. David groaned and a thumb rubbed his pussy.
Chest Hair knelt in front of David and yanked down the shorts and jock.
“Jesus,” he muttered as David’s cock sprang free. Chest Hair devoured the cock and wobbled it in his throat. Pounding himself back and forth, huffing and snaffling as he went to work. David wrung his hands into fists at the sensation of head hitting the back of Chest Hair’s throat.
David’s solid white globes were next for attention. Smooth Chest reached for the lube and roughly drove his fingers into David, his cheeks bounced. The lube clapped on the skin.
12:10 AM: FARMER 1, 2, 3, 4 AND 5
Just then two more men arrived. Clad in jeans and shirts. Local lonely farmers maybe? Tanned, hairy, broad men, palming their denim clad crotches.
Smooth Chest jammed his cock into David, clasping a hand around David’s waist and the other round his neck. Athletic thighs bounced solidly back and forth against David’s cheek. He strained but couldn’t get enough.
Chest Hair released his mouth’s grasp and started jerking David’s fat pink member with a thick glistening arm. David’s body writhed. Arms out either side while his cock was worked and his hole was impaled. All his muscles defined in his suspension.
Chest Hair rose and stood in front of David. Spitting on his hooded head. Both men’s eyes met and Smooth Chest pulled out. They both pushed David to his knees jerked their cocks above him. His own cock now aching and abandoned.
Chest Hair grabbed David’s throat and blew his load over David’s face with a grunt. David stuck his tongue out shamelessly. Smooth Chest followed, from behind. They flicked the last of their juice on his head and wasted no time in redressing and leaving.
Farmer 1 walked forward. David knelt. Breathing heavy. Naked. Chained. A huge rough calloused hand complete with fresh dirt from his work dappled across reached and shoved a thumb into David’s mouth and pulled at his lip. He was easily 6’2. A huge body from farm work. He smelt of cigarettes and farm work. He gave off a heat that made David shudder. He growled as he played with David’s mouth.
Farmer 2 stood still. Watching on.
Farmer 1 opened his fly and pulled out a beer can thick cock. Dark, fleshy, glistening with precum and sweat. The long day musk hit David’s nose and his cock jolted.
Farmer 1 stood back, hands on hips, barrel cock half soft drooping forward. He grinned, laughed under his breath and let a stream of piss smack David in the middle of his concealed face. David gasped and opened his mouth to capture more. Out the corner of his eye he noticed Farmer 2 motion up the steps, to his internal delight, 3 more of these gruff types emerged.
Farmer 1 was clearly the ring leader. “Four of you. Piss on him. He won’t bite. He loves it.” He had a deep booming voice. He leaned in the corner holding his cock. Farmer 2, slightly younger and cleaner, went first. Similar cock to farmer 1. Two more, exactly the same. Lastly, they shoved number 5 in front of David.
He was much younger. Early 20s. Toned but no where near the powerhouses of Nate and Justin. He looked unsure at David. Nervous. David smiled at him to encourage him.
He pulled out a thick cock that was pink and straight. Clean shaven. He smelt clean compared to his brutish friends. The stream fell over David’s top lip. He stopped and was yanked away by Farmer 1.
“Double up? He can take it.” Farmer 1 fist bumped Farmer 2 and they turned their attentions to David. David’s hole was puckering at the thought of these two beasts ruining him.
Farmer 1 pulled David to his feet by his neck collar and spat in his face. “Stay there.” He snapped.
Farmer 1 lay down, pulling his jeans down and pulling his cock out again. He slapped David’s cheek. “Fuck, what an arse man. Fair play. Get the fuck down here and lie on me.” David squatted and inched onto the beer can cock. It slipped in fully. David felt full, like his belly was rolling with heat and something tender that might make him cum uncontrollably. He breathed out to calm himself before a filthy hand grabbed his pec and pulled him flat.
“You’re fucking hot man.” Farmer 1 whispered. Deliberately so none of the others would hear. David squeezed a free filthy hand tenderly in response.
Farmer 2 approached, taking his jeans completely off. He kneeled over Farmer 1’s legs and squeezed his cock into David. The sensation was white hot pain followed by a full tender explosion. Both men moved together. The pain then tender explosion sensations went back and forth. David had been silent until now. “Oh fuck yes! More, fill me up! C’mon!” David blurted.
“Greedy pig. Got your pussy screamin!” Farmer 1 reached round slapped David’s pec. David winced as the pain spread through his chest.
Both men moved in synch. One released as the other slammed in. David’s pussy was raw and stretched. He reached a chained hand down rubbed the slicked up magnificent rods buried in him.
“Get up. Hold him by the neck, tight.” Farmer 1 commanded farmer 2. Both cocks releasing abruptly made David almost climax but he squeezed his thighs together and breathed into his now filthy bicep.
Farmer 2 pulled at the neck collar and chain hoisting David to almost tip toes. David gulped. Farmer 2 sneered and spat in his face. David licked it up.
Farmer 1 shoved his face between David’s cheeks and lapped his tongue at the swollen hole. Sucking and driving his tongue in, shaking his head vigorously. David began to writhe up and down as much as he could.
Farmer 1 reached round and began tugging on David’s cock. Hard, almost painful. David loved it. Farmer 1 had pinned David’s arms to the middle of his back. No escape.
The softness of Farmer 1’s tongue in his battered hole ignited his need to cum, coupled with his shallow breath and the jacking his cock was taking he couldn’t take it anymore. He went limp and leaned back. “Aaaargghhhh!” Is all he could muster as his cum spewed into the room. Explosive and intense. He exhaled hard and recoiled. The group erupted with roars at the sight.
Farmer 1 subsided his torture coming to stand behind David. David noticed a tenderness. Farmer 1 stroked his back softly, out of view again, as if calming him down. Not for long.
Next moment, David’s legs were kicked from under him. Farmer 1 reached down and pulled him back up to kneel by his collar. David choked.
“Our turn. Fuckin’ cover the cunt.”
All five came forward and one by one cum slapped across David’s hooded head. He gazed up and lapped at what he could. He was dizzy, sweating all over, but in his idea of heaven.
As was his request to be used, none of them wasted time hanging about. Loads shot, off they went laughing and roaring into the night. Farmer 1 turned back at the panting and limp David, pulled his head up and kissed him hard on the lips. He grinned at David then wiped his mouth, licking his hand.
He was handsome. Black hair in a mullet style. Tanned. Thick chest and body. Huge arms. A complete neanderthal. He was the sexiest thing David had ever seen. The brutishness, the dirt, the gruff leader, the tender touch, something in David sang. His grin was stretched into a still boyish face, almost angelic, with a stupid moustache. David wanted him again but looked at the floor and maintained his indifference.
“See ya.” Farmer 1 turned and left.
1:35 AM: TALL MAN
30 minutes later David was thinking of calling it a night when a lone lanky man walked in. A thin but handsome face, clean shaven. A full head of grey hair. Grey eyes that gave nothing away. The smell of soap was welcome. David felt filthy and the extreme turned him on.
Tall Man walked toward David and looked down curiously. Like he was intrigued and disgusted. David licked his lips.
Tall Man reached a hand out and pushed all four of his fingers flatly into David’s mouth and kept going. He bent over David and grabbed the back of his head. David retched at the unpredicted ambush. His struggle became a gargling raw. It was too much and as Tall Man’s hand retreated, a gush of spit followed.
“Good slut. You’re filthy. Now, I can’t be getting these clothes in a state. Wife won’t be pleased. Don’t talk to me and look down.” Tall Man was terrifying. David was between nerves and lust.
Tall Man removed his zip up long sleeve thermal shirt with his back to David. His back was wide and toned. Smooth. A hint of tan. David’s cock jolted again.
“You know I go hunting for encounters like this. Get really nasty with a pig. Take out all your frustrations, drop your load and disappear. Nothing better. You’ve got a strong throat. You’re experienced. This is really going to take the energy out of me. Looking at your body, you can take it. Must pump some serious iron.” Finally Tall Man turned around to continue. His body was all muscle with a tuft of greying hair hair between his still defined pecs.
“I know you’re game. I reckon we’re similar in age you and me. Wife or just divorced. A total penchant for dick. There’s something addictive about a young stud bouncing on your balls or taking down a fat one in the executive mens room. Taste of spunk on your breath all day. I cannot get enough. I dom most of the time but I’ll submit in the right situation.” He huffed for a moment then pulled off his shorts. Tall Man revealed a leather thong with zipper fastened pouch. The bulge was heavy and stretching downward. His body was slim but toned. Like a runner. Maybe he was.
He stepped forward and his leathery bulge met David’s nose. David knelt, arms out either side, waiting for what this slightly sinister man might want next.
“Impressive stamina on you tonight. You’re a total mess. Well, let’s carry on then.” With that he pushed his bulge into David’s face. “Run that face over my pouch. Sniff it all in pig. Hands behind your back too. C’mon.” He reached and slapped David hard across the face. David gasped, shocked but mostly wanting whatever Tall Man had in store for him. David buried his nose in the huge bulge, whatever was behind this pouch packed some serious weight. The slip and stick of the leather as it bumped across his face was making David want it in his throat, now. The leather became hot and the musk of precum built up in David’s nose.
“Enough.” Another slap. David widened his stance to stop from falling over. Get your teeth on that zip. My dick is aching.” He leaned both his arms against the wall, giving David little room to move. David reached with his mouth and grabbed the zip between his teeth.
Pulling the zip down, pubic hair rubbing his nose as he went, a dark pink, wide cock sprang free and settled on David’s cheek. David gasped.
“Well, take it. Gag on it. I’ll come quicker if you gag on the head. Give me your arms too.” Tall Man leaned further forward. Pinning David against the wall. He dipped his head and cupped the head into his mouth. It filled him immediately. Not a breath could get past his lips.
“Oh here we go.” Big thrusts. “I’m expecting a lot of mess. I’m pretty persistent. I won’t tell you when I’m ready, I’ll just dump at the back of your throat.” He informed as he began snapping his hips.
David hit a rhythm he could cope with. Tall Man had a large low sack that whipped his chin as Tall Man thrust. David gagged, only every now and then. He jolted hard if the head dropped too far and his throat clamped up. Then a whining retch would escape.
The pace gathered and David could tell Tall Man was close, the precum was flowing freely and the breath was shallower. He braced himself.
A hand went to the back of his head and he was slammed hard into pubic hair as Tall Man’s ropes pooled in his throat. The hand gripped tighter tapping the back of David’s head hard. David writhed and retched. He couldn’t help it. He brought the spit, cock and cum back up. Everything erupted over Tall Man’s belly, crotch and thighs. He grabbed David by the head and pushed him off.
David collapsed, gasping.
“Christ. What a mess.” Tall Man flicked his hands at David. He turned, dressed and was gone.
David regained his breath and sat with his legs out front. He felt exhausted but the most free he’d ever felt. His body was soaking. His throat sore and pussy was puffy.
He undid the chains, collar and cuffs. Then, kneeling forward he pulled off the hood and wiped his face. Wet to the touch. He breathed in hard and exhaled.
He found his clothes and dressed, collected everything and left. He walked to the car, unlocked it through the app. Sitting in the driver seat he grabbed the keys and his usual phone.
He drove home in a daze. After having a shower for 20 minutes and soaking his body, he went to the kitchen in his robe and nothing else. He poured himself a glass of wine. Lit a cigarette and smoked in his kitchen. He could do that now. He was free.