The Grease Pit
a continuance of "To Hell with the Rest"

by DIK STAAL

"So you're going to buy a sex shop, well, you're in the right neighbourhood for it," I answered.

"Are you going to run it yourself or are you going to have some people working it for you?"

"Yes, that's right, now that you have introduced me to this pumping kick, I have altered my original plans a little," he sat there groping his freshly pumped-up packet and continued, "I am now intending to make my time totally free, I just really want to saturate myself in lots and lots of sexual pursuits and to build up a heavy pumping regime like you do. So, I will get a couple of leather gays to run the show for me." He paused.

"I think that you have the biggest dick and balls that I have ever seen, especially those whopping balls, the way they banged around as you walked around my apartment this afternoon really knocked my mind out and SHIT I was thinking I want balls just like that."

My cock gave a sudden jerking throb as though it could hear that it was being complimented yet again, and I had to slightly re-arrange my packet, as now it continued to throb and started to stiffen-up. Wolfgang could quite easily see my over-stuffed packet from where he sat, as I could his, as I had chosen this my favourite table for that very reason.

TURKIJE, is the name of the restaurant situated on the Nieuwezijds-Voorburgwal, conveniently, just five minutes walk to the WEB leather bar where we were to meet Gerrit at about nine o'clock. The privacy of the situation of the table allowed us to be more than totally free with the sexual-contents of our conversation and from my many past experiences this had always proved to turn out to be very successful.

The sensuality of the Belly-dancer added to our mutual masculine attitudes as she gyrated nearer and nearer to our corner alcove. The heady Turkish music, wine and food seemed to increase our feelings of lust, in fact the ambience of the whole place oozed sexuality which was emphasized by the extreme machismo of the men and the femininity of the very voluptuous women, that frequented the place, quite a good humoured sophisticated crowd just out to enjoy themselves.

I think we were the only two gays in the restaurant that night, apart, that is, from some of the waiters who certainly were quite open about taking notice of our crotches, which definitely for us, was reward enough. The service and attention was really quite something else.

"Pumping, to me has become a way of life now," I heard myself saying. "YEAH, I have never looked back since I discovered it, the fucking fantastic feeling in my dick and balls all day long, every day and I just cannot now remember how it was before. Anyhow I have absolutely no intentions of stopping with it. No mate, no bloody way."
Judging by the look on Wolfgang's face as I was saying this, neither did he.

"So, do you have a fixed or flexible regime?" he asked.

"Well, yes, I reckon I do, I think that you would call it that. I pump for about an hour or two when I am working in the morning, sometimes three, and then usually three to four hours every night, when I am alone," and now I could say what it was that I was really thinking, "Of course now that I have met you, well, we can, if you like, carry on pumping together and see what we'll see, how does that grab you?"

"That's fine by me Aussie, well at least for the moment, anyhow let's give it a try, OK?" He took a long pause, and then said, rather nervously I thought, "Do you think that pumping has anything to do with S/M sex?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Well Aussie, it's a bit like true confessions time. I reckon that I can tell you especially after this afternoon's experience, for the last twenty years I have been the slave of my master in Dusseldorf, and when he had his terrible accident two years ago, I was left all alone."
With some kind of relief passing over his face, he continued, "My master looked after me and I inherited everything, so I sold the house and decided that now that I had this new found freedom, that I would leave Dusseldorf for good, because everywhere I went, there were the wonderful and heavy memories. I just couldn't stand it any longer, so here I am sitting with you, talking, feeling and thinking all about dick-pumping. That will probably explain to you why I was beating my dick and balls when I wanted to shoot, because that is what he taught me to do and how I have been allowed to shoot for all that time, does this surprise you?"

"No, not at all, I guessed as much, I thought that there was something. like this, but I wasn't quite sure what it was, anyhow be reassured, it doesn't worry me in the slightest, in fact." Steady on mate, I thought to myself, don't rush this guy, first get to know him and we will see what the next days will bring forth.

"YEAH, in fact, I am very happy that you have told me, as a matter of fact. The way that you lunged onto my dick this afternoon, and me perving on you beating your packet, I thought to myself then that I would like you to be my dick-slave, but, I didn't think that I would be telling you so soon, just what I was thinking about, OK?"

With considerable eagerness, he responded, "You mean it? You really want me to be your dick-slave? You mean that I can be your slave and work and pump your dick and balls and take your load whenever you want?"

His face was glowing with increasing pleasure while his eyes searched deep into mine, looking hard to find if this was really happening, seeming to be desperately needing reassurance and the attention that he had been used to for such a long bloody time and was now missing.

"Well, if you put it like that, then, YEAH, sure. You really are some other kind of fuck'n animal. YEAH, let's go for it mate and give it a try and as they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained."

We had had a fantastic afternoon's meeting and pumping and shooting. We had had this wonderful meal and now all of this talk, suddenly about slaves and pumping combined. Is this what I had been looking for? I asked myself. Wasn't it going just a bit too fast? This heavy talking that had been quite sexually solid, explicit and definitely a no holds barred situation if ever there was one, all up front and now this guy with such penetrating green eyes sitting across from me, here in one of my favourite places, perving on me as hard as I was perving on him.

My dick was throbbing, almost stiff and I could see quite clearly that Wolfgang's cock was also banging away in his jeans, we really were turning each other on, like fuck'n crazy. SHIT, somehow I've just got to change the subject or we won't be able to walk out of this place without being embarrassed.

"It's almost time to meet up with Gerrit, so I think that we had better talk about something else, don't you? You've certainly given me a lot to think about," I said.

"There's plenty of time for that later, otherwise we'll never be able to leave this place."

I had to say this as he was groping himself again and in such a provocative way this time. Thank goodness he stopped and we changed the subject and were able to leave the restaurant comfortably and without any further trouble weave our way thru to the front of the restaurant and on to the WEB.

Yes, in fact, it was exactly five minutes from the restaurant to the bar, which you find down a little narrow street called St. Jacobsstraat and you pass thru a cortan-steel facade into a dark, lust-ridden ambience that literally is jumping with boisterous disco music and decorated with all manner of PIGS everywhere.

Although it was still rather early the bar was beginning to become rather full and interesting and hot guys concentrating on their sexual pursuits. Ages ranged across the board from twenty to seventy, mainly Dutch but with a good sprinkling of humpy tourists, evidently by their various languages and accents. On the whole a very hot crowd as usual. Black leather gear dominates the scene as a matter of form and tight faded jeans seemed to be de rigueur. Some of the guys were already, even at this hour, down to just their boots, Leather jackets and bulging, sweaty jock-straps. The night as it progressed, would be simmering, then boiling with raging sex in the back-rooms, which are in fact, upstairs, on the first floor and boasts of having the very best glory-holes in Amsterdam.

As we walked in, I spotted Gerrit instantly. There he stood, clearly visible, having situated himself under one of the few spotlights in the place and you didn't need to be a fucking genius to realise why he stood there.

He was wearing very faded and roughed-up jeans under very close-fitting chaps. His fuck'n basket looking very punchy and protruding even more now than I had ever seen it before, due I expect to the fact that he had had a mega-pumping session and it was even more accentuated by his gaping fly. He had adopted the very welcome fashion, as far as I am concerned, of recent times, by leaving two of his fly buttons undone. Open, ready, willing and definitely available, the fucker.

"It looks like horse-dicks are IN," I said to Wolfgang as we made our way towards Gerrit who was talking and laughing with another Dutch guy, Meindert, although looking very horny when he wears his leathers, alas he is of the vanilla persuasion. YEAH, I have often thought I would like to rough him up a little and ram my fucking dick down his throat. He has such smouldering, provocative eyes that have a come-on glint especially when he openly perves on your packet and tells you how big your dick is.

Introductions and social niceties dealt with, Meindert rapidly made his excuses, left us and made his way directly towards the stairs to the back-room. He could in no way handle three pumpers, let alone the difficulty he had with handling one, but I had to give him credit for trying, and try he certainly did. The fucker was dick-crazed and just couldn't get enough.

Constantly, all three of us were perving on each other's bulging packets as we exchanged ideas and got the recent gossip out of the way.

I was now beginning to realise that Gerrit was becoming a little envious of my meeting-up with Wolfgang, the fucking bugger was so bloody good-looking and with those damned green eyes, SHIT, there was no way that I was going to let that fucking kind of problem in.

I decided then and there to assert myself and make things crystal clear to Gerrit.

"Go get us some beers." I ordered, and Wolfgang being the well trained slave that he was, didn't hesitate.

Gerrit got the picture, read my message, and asked, "That was quick, you only met him this afternoon mate, it must have been some fucking other kind of experience, you fucking lucky bugger?"

"It's OK mate, he's a fuck'n novice to pumping but he wants now already to be MY dick slave, listen, it's a long story, anyhow what's mine is yours, well at least for the moment, so don't give it another thought, I certainly don't want to fuck-up our scene, so we'll share and enjoy, OK?"

Thank goodness that we had the pumping scene in common. The topic of conversation shifted over smoothly, away from the personal and into our real interests.

Now we were able to get into the more serious subject of dick-pumping, after all, that is what pumping fanatics like us are all about. When Wolfgang returned with the beers we both started to give him the ins'n'outs and all of the information and knowledge that we could muster, which was clearly exciting him in the same way that it had both of us when we had discovered it. Quite quickly he was becoming one of us, which conveniently re-affirmed his sense of belonging.

All three of us were becoming more comfortable with each other now and for dick-pumpers, that is important. The fact that we closely share the intimate experiences of pumping-up, shooting-off and cruising-out together, is a condition that is built on a foundation of such a fundamental trust and respect for each other, that it now seems to me to be a natural condition.

"SHIT man, that looks bloody terrific," I said, indicating Gerrit's packet, which he didn't hesitate to thrust out as I gave him a good'n'heavy grope, feeling along his cock-shaft and those two fuck'n beauties, two fuck'n enormous nuts.

"So that's what you've got from your mega-pumping session today and now your dick-head is more clearly outlined than it ever was before, fucking hell man, I love to see that. A good clearly defined nob, finishing off your stallion dick like that, fuck' hell, what a bloody nice packet."

"Here, have a good feel of this, feel it up good and proper Wolfgang and you'll feel where your dick and balls are going to go to, you'll soon be having something like that between your legs in the not too distant future, if you carry on pumping up your fuck'n packet like you did today."

There was almost nothing that Gerrit liked more than having his bulge publicly groped in this way and especially by a stranger, for he knew the surprise that they would get when they took hold of his stallion dick and his bloody massive nuts for the very first time. Allways the shock as they man-handled his meat, feeling it harden up within their grasp, stroking and kneading it and being encouraged to work it into a rampant state.

"Shit man, you've almost got me shooting, leave off with that fucking stuff for now. There's no way I want to shoot in this bar in front of all of these guys perving on us, no, no, absolutely no way." You could quite easily see that Wolfgang was reluctant to stop, but stop he did.

"Let's go upstairs and have a quick look before we go, there's usually some hunky fucker getting fisted and even that is worth the visit, but me, I'm strictly into our pumping scene for now. OK by you two?" I asked.

As we entered the back-rooms we rapidly realised the atmosphere getting darker, deeper and even more urgent with the overpowering state of absolute masculine lust that now filled every corner. Hot steaming sweaty sex seemed to be almost dripping and oozing from out of the very walls, as though the walls themselves had come alive.

Passing by an unoccupied sling we then stumbled our way thru the short, extremely dark corridors and for the uninitiated this in itself is quite a feat, and gradually we worked our way in the darkness which was loaded with the pungent smell of sex combined with so much fuck'n heavy breathing.

It was there where the anonymous hands were groping, grabbing at every passing crotch, and seemed to be all over the place, definitely in every corner and then around a turn into the area that I liked most, the glory holes.

Gerrit was pulling his dick out as he slid quietly into one of the cabins, then pressing his body close to the wall he just managed to squeeze and slowly work his tool right thru to its hilt, thru and all the way out of one of the holes. One hell of a piece of man-meat, now isolated, just sticking out of a wall, all alone.

YEAH, one big fat dick sticking out all alone.

Then firmly I grabbed at it with my familiar hand giving it a good friendly grip, massaging it from end to end and around its bulging dick-nob which brought it to a state of absolute arousal.

Various remarks from out of the gloom could be overheard, "What a bloody massive cock"..."Fucking hell, just take a look at that"..."Lucky bugger with that thing"..."I've never seen anything like it," and the hushed sounds of admiration and awe were many, but on the whole a sudden silence grew and became almost deafening, as the guys watched to see who would pig himself on such a massive dick, arrogantly sticking out like that.

There it stood now, an outstanding fuck'n pumped-up stallion of a dick, such a ram-rod. SHIT! What a fuck'n sight. It seemed now to be more totally dis-embodied, just thrusting out like that, just thrusting out thru its hole, its glory-hole, fat'n'heavy and eager for treatment, jerking, jerking and jerking thru that fuck'n glory hole and thrusting, jutting out like that, ready to be worked on. Yeah, just one big fat dick wanting to be drained.

Wolfgang grabbed at my bulging and hardening packet and I grabbed at his, unbuttoning and snapping the openings of each others flies, we hauled on each others red-hot cocks, now both fattening even harder and stiffer as we continued to watch, hauling and working them out of my pants, his jeans. Our two fat cocks were now being jacked, slowly and methodically as we fingered them from hilt to mushrooming nob and back again. Jacking on each others heavy swollen, now burning dicks, pulling out our low'n'heavy hanging nuts as we watched and perved on Gerrit's fat and swollen tool that appeared to be stiffening to an even harder state.

Suddenly a familiar figure is down on his knees? Kneeling, stroking, pulling at that great tool. Getting ready, getting more and more ready to suck on that fat thing and to swallow it whole. With long languorous licks from end to end and around and around, licking and tasting that sticking-out rod, then a sniff of poppers and the first gagging suck on its bulging nob. Now sucking deeper and more deeper, in goes the nob and half of the shaft. Sucking and gagging, lunging and plunging his head harder and deeper onto that tool, the full length of that tool, now ramming his head faster, burying the whole dick in, buried right to the hilt and still sucking deeper and deeper and I ram my tongue in, grasping Wolfgang's head hard, tongue-ing hard-deeper, halfway down Wolfgang's throat, kissing and sucking at him, while he's pulling and jacking and working on my dick.

Fingering my dick-head and along my firm shaft, stiffening and jerking and I want to explode, my steel stiffened dick just wanting to explode.

My balls are growing harder, swelling harder and turgid again, held firm and tight as he now sucks and sucks in my tool, fattening and swelling my big rampant tool, as he swallows it down, sucking the thing down, right down to its roots.

Meindert it is, at the glory hole, yeah, hard at it down on his knees and YEAH, shit, what a sight, to watch that randy fucker, Meindert, bloody randy as hell, sucking at it, slurping on it, swallowing that massive tool as though there was no tomorrow. Proving to be a real hungry fucker if ever there was one.

My mind is now screaming I'm going to shoot out. To shoot, to shoot my fuck'n load out, while ramming and thrusting it deep and harder down into Wolf's head, thrusting all the way down, deep down in his throat.

Then the first roaring spasms of shooting as it rushes out, flooding out of my nuts into that greedy swallowing dick-slave-head, shooting my load out thru my fat dick and being drained dry as I watch and hear that Gerrit has also let fly into that gobbling cock-sucker-head hard down on his cock.

Draining his nuts dry, shooting and shooting and letting it all fly out, out thru his huge steel-stiff dick.

Now slower and slowly the two suckers ease up and draw off our cocks and just for a second or two Gerrits dick seems to hang on the wall discharged and spent, then just as sudden as it'd appeared, it disappears.

Cocks are now being masturbated all over the place as we leave and return to the bar, stuffing our dicks back down into our jeans, back to their bulging packets, already thinking of the pumping that will follow later on.

"OK, one last beer then let's get out of this place, we'll be in my house in about six or seven minutes, anyhow as you already know it's not that far and then we can get into some more serious stuff, like pumping our packets, get to pumping our dicks and balls up again and enjoy each other's bodies, and I don't know about you two guys but I want to shoot and shoot and shoot my fucking load out again, again, and again. This fucking pumping thing is making me more and more horny as the days go by and I love it, SHIT there is no way that I am going give it up, OK, what about you two?" to which the only possible answer was that Wolfgang and I both agreed enthusiastically.

I was now watching him just that little bit more closely, this new-found dick-slave of mine, I realised that I had been giving him that extra bit of attention and it was paying off. It was obvious to me that Wolfgang was getting a natural HIGH, going almost out of his mind and reeling with pleasure from his meeting-up with, not one, but two pumping veterans in such a short space such as this afternoon and evening. That one of them would even turn out to be his new Master, after two years of being alone. He had difficulty in believing his luck.

"Well Aussie, you'll be in for quite a surprise tonight as I have made a few changes to my place and cleared nearly everything out," Gerrit said to me as we entered his house on the Brouwersgracht and made our way directly to the third floor which he had set aside exclusively for pumping with his buddies.

He was surely right. Gone all of the family stuff. Gone all of those suffocating and claustrophobic things. We were now confronted by brutally masculine black leather and steel furniture that was offset by an Italian compressed-rubber tiled floor, in the center of which stood an incredible stainless steel column, upon which was standing what I was soon to learn he called 'THE GREASE-PIT'.

His place was incredibly stark apart from the many large, framed, homo-erotic photographs of very well endowed guys that were arranged amid an enormous amount of mirrors of all shapes and sizes, everywhere, most of which were hanging at 'crotch level and one very large industrial clock, under which stood a large, double-sided cheval mirror and judging by the many wheel tracks on the floor it had been put to a great amount of use already, which didn't surprise me at all. His pumping cylinders casually laying here and there and always ready for his dick.

Gerrit put an S/M video on that concentrated on cock'n'ball beating. The three stars of the film were quite obviously pumpers judging by their huge packets and I thought that I might probably learn a new trick or two.

"There, I reckon that that will keep your interests going so make yourselves comfortable and strip when you're ready. I'll go and get us some drinks," and as an afterthought, he added on his way out,

"Oh, by the way, this is THE NEW GREASE-PIT."

Neither of us needed this invitation as we had begun to strip already, and as we stripped I took the opportunity that I had hoped for. In fact I was quite surprised with myself when I heard myself saying to Wolfgang, "Number one, I am going to call you Wolf from now on?"

"YES SIR."

"and, Number two, Wolf, you are MY dick-slave now but just for tonight you will also be Gerrit's, so you'll have two masters pumping up their dicks and two master's dicks to look after and serve, right?"

"YES SIR." He then continued, "Am I also allowed to pump up my dick SIR?"

"Of course, you bet'cha, that's what we're all about. I certainly don't expect you to ask me if you can pump up your dick, I want to see that fuck'n thing of yours get fatter and fatter and you can't want too much sex as far as I'm concerned."

At that moment in came Gerrit, carrying a trayfull of drinks. Stark naked, except for a very humpy black leather dick-strap around his huge mega-pumped packet, which was swinging very low and very heavy between his legs and a heavy silver chain that swung from his recently pierced tits and of course the boots he always wore when he pumped up.

His eyes seemed to pour over our bodies in that perving way of his as he indicated a table where we could put our cylinders and pumps so that there would be no confusion, which was very wise I thought with so many tubes laying around and all looking the same and then he said, "Yes, I see that you must have had a very interesting afternoon, you two look like a couple of stallions with those fuckers pumped up like that and SHIT Aussie, your balls are really beginning to swing fucking low now."

He took both of our packets in his hands, mentally weighed them while he sort of led us to the grease pit just like a couple of rampant randy animals. So now there we were, standing around the grease pit, our dicks and balls hanging heavilly over the edge and the sharp contrast between Gerrit's hooded dick-head and our two naked fat and swollen nobs was really quite something to see. Without words spoken, we each took great dollops of the stuff and automatically started to grease each other's packets, working it in with an incredible ammount of enthusiastic energy, which was only to be expected, all things considered.

[It is easy to imagine these three guys, YEAH, these three pumpers, these three naked animal pumpers standing there with their greasy packets, slightly hesitating, now just waiting with the anticipation of that moment when they would be sliding their dicks down into the tubes, (Wolf's was two inches, mine two and three quarter inches and Gerrit's was a good hefty three inch cylinder,) attaching the pumps and that very first pull, SHIT what a feeling that is and to be shared like this, with ones peers, the ultimate experience of comraderie.]

At this moment two of the guys in the video were attaching ball stretches and leather thongs to the swollen and beaten balls of the third and they were now stretching them down to what seemed to be an astonishing eight inches.

I noted that Wolf was paying particular interest in their activities. I commented, "It is quite clear that that is what you're all about and you and I will come to that and investigate it on a more deeper level when we are alone, but tonight Gerrit and I will continue your pumping training and get your packet into some sort of a more heavy state, establishing in your mind the notion of the idea of the goal of permanence."

This gave a cue for Gerrit to get the show on the road and we didn't need much encouragement to get started.

CLICK, CLICK and CLICK, the first pull of the night, we were now watching and perving on each other and ourselves, there was no absolutely no feeling of competition and why should there be, we were all so very different from each other.

"SHIT, this is bloody terrific," Wolf said, "Watching our three dicks grow like this, fucking hell, who would ever have guessed it would be like this."

We were now beginning to pull on our pumps to our own individual needs, seeing those dick-heads surge forward, slowly making toward their limits, the now oozing dripping dick-nobs surging deeper and swelling like that, great fattening mushrooming heads, YEAH, three great fat nobs surging deep down into their cylinders.
It was not at all surprising that Gerrit's dick fattened all around inmediately considering that he had had a mega session earlier and mine was very close behind. Wolf's eyes were glazing over, filled with lust now as he perved on Gerrit's and my rampant, man-meat-filled and jutting, thrusting tubes as he pulled on his pump.

"YEAH, that's right mate learn that pressure and pull on it gently and slowly. You'll soon get used to the horny feeling of your fuck'n cock being pulled, stretched and fattened deep down into its tube, all at the same time, YEAH, walk up and down like you did this afternoon and perve on yourself, YEAH, just watch that fuck'n thing of yours grow and get even more juicy, that's how it's going to be from now on," I said as I saw that his dick was responding amazingly well, thrusting out from his body and deep into its tube and no wonder considering the amount of encouragement that he was receiving from Gerrit and myself, "It wont be long before you'll soon be a pumping fanatic like we are and you won't be able to let a day go by without pumping up your fucking piece of meat and showing off your heavy lusty packet stuffed deep down inside your jeans. Cruising and flaunting it as hard as you can go and you'll soon get that fantastic feeling that your balls are rolling and your cock is being worked-on as you cruise along the streets and canals just like I told you earlier."

Gerrit and I sat side by side on a firm leather covered divan, our legs firmly planted, spread wide, emphasizing our cock-stuffed tubes thrusting out. Both of us remembering our first experiences as we watched with some amusement and gratification that we had in this new-found guy Wolf, a new pumping colleague and how he was taking to it with such enthusiasm and eagerness. Watching and perving on him as he paraded up and down the room and he not seeming to be able to get enough of his own dick in the mirrors, turning this way and that, as though every angle was a new discovery, like he had never seen his own dick before, his very own dick being stretched out like this, expanding along the shaft right along to that swelling, fattening dick-nob, with its piss-slit of a mouth drooling with lust.

"We have had a great amount of experience Wolf and usually we run out at different times but I advise that you must continue to stick to the fifteen minute programme that I set for you this afternoon, until that is, you are more experienced and accustomed to pumping," I said to him as I watched the clock, "and your time is up mate, just ease that dripping cock of yours out now, re-grease it and work with it for a minute or two, but don't go too far with it, just fool around, right."

Obediently he released the pump, turned the valve and slowly removed his fattened, dripping, greasy cock from out of its cylinder. Out it flopped three-quarters erect, his hand instantly grabbing at it, "SHIT man, it seems to be bigger than it was this afternoon, it's bloody fantastic, just look at it."

We didn't need this invitation, his lust-crazed body cavorting demoniacally all around the room now as he was jacking on his meat, reflected now here, now there, in all of those mirrors and how could we not perve on this brand-fucking-new novice, YEAH, what a fucking wonderful sight just to sit there pumping our dicks and watching this fucker work on his tool like that. He made for the grease pit, took a dollop and greased his cock working it just a little more and then slid it back home, right down to the hilt, deep into its tube. His dick now fattening all around and already his piss-slit dripped freely, he stood there with so much expectancy, his legs wide a-stance, thrusting his fucking cock out just like a wild rampant animal.

"Get over here Wolf and get my fuck'n fat dick out of its tube and suck on the fuck'n thing and take it easy," Gerrit gave me one of those hungry looks of his as I said this but he realised that I was in control and that the scene was going to go my way.

Wolf was there like a shot, down on his knees, his freshly entrapped cock standing straight out, stiff and rigid in its tube. YEAH, he was down there in between my outstretched legs, licking and perving on my cylinder, that was completely stuffed with my fuck'n horny tool.
He now gently eased the valve in my tube letting the air escape slowly with that sensuous hissing as he carefully drew off the cylinder from my massive, throbbing and dripping dick, his hungry mouth seemed to me to be almost salivating while he watched as more and more of my dick was released from its confines. Suddenly out flopped the nob, my turgid tool out, jerking, jerking, jerking and thrusting out. Down went his head with glazed green eyes, his mouth wide open and his tongue darting out, licking at it, licking, slurping and sucking on my big swollen tool and sucking at the juices of my fat thing, tongue-ing my dick-head, around and around and around his tongue went, all around my dick-head, sucking at its rim, sucking at its piss-slit, sucking all the nob, licking and sucking all along the shaft right to the hilt and all the way back again, right to its head. Now for the lunging and plunging of that handsome head and in goes the nob, now my whole dick in. Down to its hilt, down to my balls, he's cupping my balls and sucking them in, my whole fuck'n packet is sucked all the way in, sucking and swallowing on my great thing, my pumped-up packet all the way in to the back of his throat, the lunging and plunging of that fuck'n Wolf-head, down on my packet, down on my dick and my fuck'n fat nuts way down in his throat to the back of his head, man sucking man, man sucking dick, I ram it even harder and further than before and he gobbles and gags and sucks it even more. Harder he sucks and plunges once more, my rampant dick is harder than before.

Gerrit watching this scene is releasing his tool, easing it gently, easing it out, easing it out right out of its tube. His big fat tool comes roaring out, no more of a man than that of a donkey, a grasping Wolf-hand grabs at that great thing, feeling its body, feeling its head, jacking the fucker from foreskin to hilt, while continuing to suck on my horny hot cock.

One dick in his head, one dick in his hand, this greedy Wolf-pig belongs in our band. His cock in its tube being pumped and stretched and this is his first day of the rest of his life.

I push him away, that's enough for now, "That's enough for now, regrease my tool up and put it in its tube. Pump the fucker, take it easy, go easy with that fuck'n dick," In it pushes right down to the flange, the rim of the tube to the hilt of my dick. He pulls on the pump, slowly pulls on the pump, my tool is all fat and trapped deep in its tube.

Two fat swelling dicks are trapped in their tubes as he jacks and jacks on Gerrit's donkey-dick, "Get a hold of those balls and stretch them down good and put your tongue in there, in that fuckers' skin, get a whole mouthfull of that skin in. Suck that humpy foreskin in, YEAH, suck at it harder, go on harder again and again and just once on the nob," I said as I could see that Gerrit was nearing a climax but was desperately holding back and just did not want to shoot. No, not yet.

"Right grease his dick up and grease it up good, then work that fuck'n thing down into its tube and give it a pump, YEAH, pump his dick up," and added, "I love to see you work with the pumps, watching your eyes glaze over like that, you sure are one hell of a fucking randy bugger."

All three of us were once again pumped to our hilts, our dicks looking threatening, jutting out like that, like fucking the air, our thrusting out dicks just fucking the air.

YEAH, we three guys walking up and down, perving hard on our own pumped-up dicks, (talk about self-love, WOW,) perving hard on each others and the many mirrored images reflecting back, creating an illusion and sensation of a room full of pumpers, it was as though we could not get saturated enough, the more we experimented and experienced, the more we wanted and it was just bloody great, having loaded balls and dicks that were always ready and finding in each others kindred spirits the possibility that we could share and live out our cravings and desires, it was almost too bloody much.

The relentless touching and groping of each others fuck'n horny bodies, constantly weighing up each others lust-fired balls sacs and rolling them around, stretching, twisting and churning the nuts building up deep-seated raunchy yearnings, grooving on an atmosphere that is being more charged now than it was before, pent-up with a kind of urgent explosive feeling and the heavy sexual-continuum of our fantasies realised. Now being made into fact and our way of life, after all it is in fact our chosen LIFE-STYLES waking up each morning and thinking of dick ALL DAY LONG. YEAH man, that's what we are all about, we three fucking horny buggers, dick, dick and more dick. Thick fattened pumped-up dicks and their swinging swollen balls, just too fuck'n fantastic for words.

By the way that Gerrit was cupping his heavy dragging balls I could quite easily recognize the signs and that he was preparing himself for pumping his balls again, just as I had been thinking myself, YEAH, it was about time that my fuckers were included as well. Wolf, on the other hand was another story all together. He was still in the learning stages and was very happy to be led by us. Gerrit's and my joint experiences and goals were what he wanted to learn and reach and judging by his attention and reactions, he was doing just fine.

Wolf, this time was the first of us to release his valve, slowly easing the tube off his fattened dripping dick, massageing it steadily in a nice sensuous and seductive masturbatory manner and as we both watched we removed our cylinders. YEAH, three fat dicks, all with dripping dick-heads being slowly masturbated just for one or two minutes while we greased up our ball sacs.

Man, what a fantastic session this was turning out to be. Nicely greased and ready, now in unison, we took up our larger tubes inserted our stiffened tools and stuffed in our nuts, our whole packets comfortably adjusted right to the hilt. Carefully drawing on the pumps, sucking out the air and watching those turgid nuts grow hard and firm. They were firmly pressing and pushing against our dicks which were being dragged slowly deeper and deeper into their transparent confinements. Huge fuck'n nuts, gut-heavy and with such horny swollen dicks, what packets we will be stuffing into our jeans when we return to the Web later on tonight.

We were all parading up and down the room now, from mirror to mirror, perving hard, now on this packet now on that one, seemingly, not being able to get enough, three fucking randy guys saturating themselves with lust and all the while steadily increasing the suction dragging those fuckers down deep into their cylinders, dragging them harder until the balls were pressing even more against their fattening dick-heads. Freely dripping nobs over swollen heavy balls.
This scene was sheer bloody perfection with these two fuck'n pumpers, YEAH, these two pumping comrades of mine.

"I'm stopping after this," Gerrit said and continued, "I feel as though Ive been pumping my packet for ever, especially after my mega-session earlier, besides as we're going to go back to the Web, I think it's enough and also I want to see if Meindert is still around, can you blame me? Anyhow there's plenty of time and we'll see what we will see, hmmm?"

"OK man, that's fine by me," I said as I was thinking I want to shoot but alone with my Wolf back in his place, sort of keeping it primed, carrying that urgent turgid desire deep down inside my balls for as long as I could manage and they were getting really bloody heavy. Man will they swing.

"Get your packet out of its tube Wolf and work on mine for a bit, then we'll go with Gerrit to the Web for a while, see what there is and then continue our session at your place later, right?"

"Yes SIR." He was quick to respond, as he now was releasing the cylinder from off his heavy engorged packet, out it came flopping, shining and glistening with the grease, one great enormous expanded tool and two massive swollen nuts, looking very tight in his hanging, swinging scrotum.

"I must say Wolf, you really do respond very fast to the pumping, if what I can see is anything to go by and considering that todays' experiences are your very first, you'll be looking like a stallion all the time with that fucker between your legs when you really get into your regim and I'll certainly be encouraging you, have no fear." I was saying this to build his self-esteem, with some little exaggeration, however it was a pretty impressive set of equipement that he had there. The look on his face was reward enough, glowing with anticipation of what was to come, like as though he couldn't wait to get started.

No sooner had he removed his tube than he was masturbating his dick again and rolling his balls as he made his way toward me and continuing to jack on his cock got down on his knees and began to ease my packet out, but not before he had made time to study it hard and close, working himself up even more by running his tongue around and along the cylinder, almost as though my packet was some kind of shrine.

Slowly, very, very slowly he removed the cylinder. Centimeter by centimeter my dick and balls were released, free and available to his insatiable licking and sucking tongue, lustfully and greedily licking all around, not one section of my skin being overlooked as more and more of my dick shaft came out, his fingers too were also at work, getting prepared to take hold of my massive swollen nuts.
Without warning, suddenly out they dropped, sort of bouncing out much heavier than before, their new-found weight actually pulling the rest of my dick free. The tension in my tool, hot and rigid, feeling much more like a red-hot steel rod than the cock I used to know. Now all at once he lunges deep onto it, opening his mouth wider than before engorging my urgent throbbing tool shaft, plunging it hard to the back of his throat, jamming and devouring all of its fatness, deep to its hilt, my tool seems to shudder now when I feel my swollen dick-nob hit into his head. The sucking, sucking, rhythmic pace, along and in and out, with his hungry darting tongue licking and sucking in and out, my dick is being worked, the whole of my thickly swollen tool being sucked and licked deeper into that fucker's head. He scoops up my ball sac and begins to work with it, stretching it wide and down, now rolling my nuts with some considerable strength as he continues to suck and suck and suck on me, and all the while he is beating up on his own roaring dick, throbbing and jerking as he jacks and beats his fuck'n piece of stiffened, fattened, pumped-up meat.

Gerrit had put on a very heavy studded leather cock-strap that pushed his dick out even further and kept his balls up good and tight, and was slowly masturbating his turgid rampant meat, perving and watching fixidly, fascinated by the expertise of Wolf's licking and sucking methods, now getting down behind Wolf, stretching those swinging nuts back while slipping a leather thong tightly around, securing them for a good firm grip and roughly pulled back that fuck'n heavy dick, and more thinking out loud, he says, "A good beating is what this thing wants and needs but I think that Aussie will be good and ready to do that later on, YEAH, but what I want is, YEAH, A GOOD SUCK ON THAT NOB, THAT FAT SWOLLEN NOB and SHIT, JUST LOOK AT THOSE JUICES, I'LL DRAIN THAT ALL OUT."

He had caught my eye while he was saying this and clearly indicated to me that he wanted me to work on his tits, manoeuvring his body in such a way that I could get at his tit-chain and be able to work both tits at the same time. I reached out for the chain and began working with it pulling at it slowly at first. Gerrit started to get going now sucking on Wolf's dick-head, and at the same time grasping the thing firmly around its hilt, stretching and forcing its whole shaft back, hard back between Wolf's legs. Then there was a sudden plunge on my tool, that head now ramming, ramming harder and harder, hard and fast on my stiff dick and I pulled on the chain a little stronger this time.

TWO DICKS FUCKING HEADS, TWO HEADS FUCKING DICKS, and TWO CHAINED TITS.

As I pulled hard on that chain of his heavy pierced tits, Gerrit was now slapping at those tightly bound balls, the harder I pulled the harder he slapped and then he sucked that fucker in, all the way in, milking it with his mouth with no intentions of stopping now until he had milked and drained it completely dry, pulling and yanking hard on the thongs, stretching back those nuts harder and further than ever before, twisting and screwing them as he sucked faster and faster, slapping, stretching and squeezing those balls. Wolf accelerated his sucking of my fuck'n cock, his head was now thrusting faster and faster deeper down to its hilt and I knew that he was about to shoot, shoot out his bloody load into Gerrit's sucking head.

Then suddenly with thrusting spasms, Wolf's whole body juddering, his whole body shooting, just shooting and shooting straight out of his nuts, shooting his load right out of his nuts and Gerrit sucking hard at it right to the hilt, that dick twisted back as it shot its full load right down into Gerrits throat, deep down into Gerrits throat and he swallowed it down and sucked the thing dry and still he was jacking on his own rampant tool and rolling his balls.

"You'll drive me crazy, right out of my mind when you continue to work like this on my dick, with that fuck'n tongue of yours, but don't bloody stop, well at least not yet, YEAH, that's right go for it, stretch those fuckers, stretch them down, those huge fuck'n nuts stretch them all the way down. YEAH and suck and lick it all in, swallow it down, my huge fuck'n dick, all the way down and right to its hilt, again and again, suck on it, suck on it, suck it all the way in. YEAH. Get all of it in," and with a long drawn out pause, "STOP NOW, right that's enough, just STOP NOW, STOP RIGHT NOW."

The air was pungent with masculine sex, fresh masculine sex and good heavy sweat. ONE DICK DRAINED and TWO DICKS READY.

Wolf lay worn and used with his balls still tied firm, on either side Gerrit and I stood now looking down with our stallion dicks hanging, suspended, standing out and away, right over his body. My nuts bulging heavy and his nuts right up tight, still held fast by his cock-ring, "What a nice idea to piss on this guy, drench him thoroughly and we'll make him our own." I said to my friend and continued as I aimed my cock ready, "We'll piss on him good from head to foot, close your eyes tight Wolf and open your mouth wide." I aimed straight for his mouth and Gerrit did too, then out it gushed, torrential, raining, flooding piss, gushing piss, pouring spurting streams of piss, went raining down, raining down and out of those pumped dick-nobs, two stallion dicks pissing straight into that mouth, that wide opened glutinous mouth with its greedy sucking, slurping, gurgling sounds, swallowing and gagging, and down it spurted more and more, "Swallow," I ordered, "Swallow it down, swallow this piss all the way down, and you'll piss our piss out later right thru your dick, this'll be one of your duties from this night on, just a fuck'n piss-drinking dick-pumping slave, that's what my Wolf is, isn't it, slave?"

"YES SIR," he gurgled and burbled while swallowing our piss and we hosed our hot burning stinging piss allover his body from head to foot and the bugger loved every bit of it. Rivulets of piss cascading across his chest, into his naval and down to his crotch, allover his cock and over his balls, saturating his body with our pouring piss, pouring allover his body and the bugger loved every bit of it.

The video film had just come to an end, again, Gerrit had had it on circular play, "I'll get us another drink before we go," he said as he was putting it away, "There's enough time, it's only half past two and I hope that Meindert is still around, and oh by the way, there are some really teriffic spare jeans of mine over there in my sleaze dump if you want to try them out, they're very tight and very roughed up and very, very sleazy, anyhow see what you think," and he dissappeared out of the door.

"Take that leather thong off from off your balls as I want to see those fuckers swing good and low, down beside your pumped-up dick and we'll have a look at those jeans of Gerrits. Very nice to know that you've got our piss drying on your body and down your throat straight from your two new pumping-mates, isn't it? OK, my piss covered Wolf-slave?" adding, "and wear this cock-strap, reckon it will fit you good and keep your nuts up good and proper. That'll add to your bulge, you bet'cha."

They were indeed sleazy, fitted perfectly and we were still busy stuffing our packets down inside them when Gerrit returned giving us both looks of admiration and approval for the nice humpy bulging baskets that we were both sporting between our legs, as was he, in what was once white levis but now almost unreckognizable by the many strategically placed thick stains of motor oil, amongst others. We downed our beers without ceremony as we prepared to leave.
Down the stairs and out onto the canal and then, "Oh, SHIT, I've forgotten something," Gerrit said as he had just locked his door, "Just hold on guys, I wont be a minute."

As we waited for Gerrit to go back for whatever it was, I took the opportunity and said, "Work your cock up Wolf as we walk down to the bar, the canal is dark enough for you to be able to handle your fucker freely and then you'll arrive with quite a good stiff, impressive erection, trapped and pressing out, down inside those sleazy jeans you're wearing. What do you think about that mate?"

A question that didn't need much encouragement, because in fact he was already at it, handling and moulding his bulging basket and exclaiming, "Fucking hell Aussie, you sure have taught me well tonight and the fucking sessions were just bloody fabulous. Just take a look at my bulge, you're making me more horny than I thought it p'ossible, YEAH, just FUCKING HEll."

THREE FUCKING HORNY PUMPERS SHOWING OFF THEIR PACKETS, cruising to the WEB.

I didn't need to tell Wolf to man-handle our baskets when Gerrit returned with the beers, he was at it like a shot making quite a nice spectacle of himself, with his grooving and groping hands on both of our outstanding bulges, working them up into a frenzy that added to our gut level yearnings and lust filled groins. Each of our thickening cocks were now worming stiffly, edging centimeter by centimeter, down inside our jeans, once again. YEAH, quite a spectacle, a trio of pumpers proud of their pumped up equipment, sharing the spotlight, their tight, worn, torn and faded jeans that showed off their provocative bulges to perfection, certainly drawing attention and many hungry looks of admiration.

"It looks like you're out of luck tonight mate," I said to Gerrit, "There's no Meindert here anywhere as far as I can see. He's such a horny bugger he might still be in the backrooms if you can find him in all of that gloom." Nudging Gerrit I continued, "That humpy bugger looks like he's crazy for you, or do you know him? He hasn't taken his eyes off you since we arrived."

"YEAH, I know him Aussie, that's Hans. He's a very good cock-sucker but basically a slave, you can do anything you want with him. Are you interested, mate?"

"What do you think with Wolf in my crotch like this, are you kidding?" I answered, "But, thanks for the offer."

All eyes now followed us as we made our way towards the stairs and Gerrit's dick was ram-rod stiff with anticipation as we ascended and entered the back-rooms. I noticed that Hans was following us close behind and was making no secret of it. Wolf was groping me good and proper as we edged our way thru the crowd of horny leather guys, keeping my bulging packet nicely on the boil as he steadily worked at it, working my now burning tool just that much more stiffer, my nuts tightening higher and harder up, hard up into my crotch.

Some guy was getting fisted in the sling and I thought for a moment that Gerrit would be interested in getting his meat out and shoving it in, but no, not tonight. Then around a corner and there on the wall was a guy that looked familiar. His face to the wall, pinioned and spread-eagled, stark naked apart from boots. He was sort of surrounded by a kind of arc of leather clad figures, men, waiting men, waiting to see who would take on this guy and just what would happen next, this guy who had let himself be left, naked, strapped to the wall in this way, like a fly.

Clearly he had been used excessively, his ass showing signs of being battered and bruised and by the obvious signs that I easily recognized had earlier been fisted, well and good.

"SHIT, it's that fucker Meindert, he is still here man and freely available to any ass-hole that wants to use the bugger." I was at this point speaking to myself as it turned out because Wolf was down and licking at my bulging jeans, and Gerrit was heading straight for Meindert. As he pushed his way thru the crowd, he ripped open his flies, yanking out his massive tool and balls and spitting into his hand getting ready to ram that fucking monster right down home to its hilt. He now threw off his jacket, dropping his jeans and kicking them to the wall, he bared his naked horny body to the crowd, snapping on a heavy black leather cock-strap he continued to jack on his dick and roll his balls, everyone could clearly see the heavy chain that was swinging from tit to tit, now knowing full well that it would be quite a show, certainly not to be missed. Only the music that filtered up from the bar downstairs could be heard as an almost deafening silence fell upon the crowd, watching in awe, this heavyweight stud that blatantly displayed himself and that fuck'n enormous packet of his.

[Meindert, not at all able to turn his head, was aware of the presence of someone close-up behind his vulnerable, spread-eagled body. A buzz of excitement and anticipation, perhaps even a little fear, coursed thru his entire body from head to foot as suddenly he realised that he knew the guy that was now standing behind him. There was a certain familiarity that he had come to know only all too well and it just had to be Gerrit. His ass-hole twitching and trembling almost out of control, his cock also responding, steadily fattening into a state of erection as his balls tightened up. Another buzz roared thru him, yes, his realisation was correct and he was absolutely sure now, it was indeed Gerrit and his fuck'n monstrous packet.]

Gerrit turned and groped at that waiting hungry ass-hole feeling at it momentarily, sizing it up, running his fingers up and down the crack and roughly fingering that much used, stretched and opened ring, feeling it quivering at his touch and then worked his hand in deeper between those spread-eagled legs and pulled hard back on the stiffening, throbbing cock and balls that were hanging there.

"OH, YEAH MAN, YEAH. FUCK ME WITH YOUR MASSIVE FUCK'N DICK." Meindert could just be heard to murmur.
Slipping a noose of a long leather thong around the ball sac, Gerrit pulled it secure, knotting it firmly so that the balls were now bulging hot and turgid, then pulled on them even harder that they were now sticking, stretched, straight out towards him.

Again he turned around to the crowd, blatantly showing off his magnificent stiff, erect and swollen dick, then turned back again and tied off the two ends of the thongs around his own naked waist, literally every move of his body would now give a good hard pull on those bound and ensnared balls.

It was at this point that I noticed that that guy Hans had edged his way nearer to Gerrit. Was he going to try to muscle in on Gerrit's act, or what? I thought to myself.

Wolf ripped at the snap studs on my jeans and with expertise whipped my raging hard-on out, licking, then sucking my stiffened dick straight down into his voracious throat as hard and as far as he could go, burrying his head deep into my crotch before he released my balls out, immediately cupping them as he continued to suck good, long and deep on my heavy, heaving tool.

Other guys too were getting into the scene in their own different ways but still keeping their distance, practically every guy was groping himself and one or two dicks, sticking out naked and unashamed were already being jacked on, with that dynamic, rythmic wanking seen all too often here in the leather bars of Amsterdam.

Once more Gerrit spat into his hand and worked his tool, holding it firmly, working his dick-head nearer and nearer to that waiting hungry ass-hole, now the first gentle nudge, dick-head seeking and finding ass-hole, another nudge this time a little more brutal, then another and another, repeatedly teasing the quivering, pulsating hole, driving it crazy as though it had a life of its own and almost making it beg. Preparing it for the oncoming onslaught. Now the nudge changed to push, and then with a sudden unexpected thrust, rammed that gross nob in. Meindert gave a cry from deep within his guts as a rapid rush of lust and tension soared thru him, now knowing that the fuck had begun to start. With that swollen nob now deep in there and already half-way along the shaft, then pulling back out again. Another thrust and another not quite to the hilt, no, not yet.

Gerrit spread his legs wider and you'll easy see his heavy banging massive balls swinging back and forth when his tool's pumping hard up inside, pumping hard, back and forth and in and out, from nob to hilt.

With an outward pushing pressure of knees inside of knees, four legs becoming two, forcing and stretching open that ass-hole even wider, he holds his dick hard and firm, YEAH, right there, right down at the base, in absolute control. Now taking careful aim, rams it with a rush, deep in to its hilt, the whole of it in, that great fucking dick, in right up to the hilt, that big fucker's in, that ass-hole's rim, with those bound back balls being jerked and stretched with every new thrust.
Hans was now there by Gerrit's side, groping at Gerrit's pumping ass, slapping and kneading it good, as it thrusted backwards and forwards. Past experience had taught Hans and he knew exactly that Gerrit loved to have his ass worked and roughly handled in this manner.

The spectacle of the ramming and the thrusting of the fucking was really something else, of those two fuck'n studs. Writhing naked animals of absolute lust. Heavily locked together with that huge mega-pumped-up dick plunging deeper and harder up and into that gluttonous ass-hole, with the pushing and thrusting and their gutteral gruntings, growing heavier and rougher, was like some kind of mesmeric, magnetic power, spellbinding and drawing in this hot'n'horny perverted crowd. All about this central arena cocks of every description were being jacked and sucked, every guy turning every other guy on. The whole place now full of sheer unashamed masculine energy and groanings of lust-filled pleasure and perversion as more and more guys crowded in on the scene.

"Get down on your knees and suck and lick on my nuts and fill your hands with spit, roll the fuckers around and get your hands in there between our legs and grab his dick hard good, jack on it, jack on it, jack the bugger off, wank it good'n'hard and down and make him shoot down there, down there on the ground, while I fuck his ass faster, YEAH, make him shoot good'n'heavy, drain his load and milk the bugger dry." Gerrit barked at Hans continuing, "Get your tongue deep hard up into my ass-crack while I fuck him and you wank on him, and tongue my ass-hole good'n'deep."

Hans was now sucking and licking on those huge horny nuts, then tongue-ing deep and deeper into Gerrit's lusty crack as he jacked and jacked on Meindert's raunchy cock, whose bulging balls were still bound back getting tighter and hotter, with the jerking and jerking, and that ramming and ramming of that huge fucking tool way up inside him, ploughing deep up inside his ass. The thrusting and pounding and thrusting and pounding continued to roar, again and again pounding and the ramming of that massive dick right up in that very hot ass-hole, right up to the hilt, that staggering dick-shaft was THRUSTING AND THRUSTING AND THRUSTING AGAIN.

The air was full and electric now with men in spasms, shooting spasms, as loads were being shot, groaning cries as spunk went sperting, shooting wild and abandoned everywhere, SHIT I'M SHOOTING...YEAH...YEAH... YEAH MAN...YEAH FUCKING HELL...I'M CUMING...SUCK IT...SUCK IT...SUCK THE FUCKER...OH BLOODY HELL, and more and more came roaring out from that perverted, squirming, heaving, hot and sweating crowd.
The fucking now raged hell for leather, faster and faster Gerrit jack-hammered his tool in, simultaneous fucking and jacking, two dicks frenzied just bursting to shoot, accelerating to a crescendo of a doubled roaring as Gerrit and Meindert began shooting their loads together, two cocks tightening hard, stiffening beyond belief, one heavy red-hot thrusting dick ramming even harder and faster than before, exploding out, shooting out, shooting deep out and down into that ass-hole, the other being milked, worked and stretched, being pulled and wanked straight down with balls tied tightly back, shooting its load straight down, down there onto the ground, milked and drained dry down there on the ground and I too let go my load down into that hungry, greedy, sucking, swallowing Wolf-throat.

"Go ram your dick into that fuck'n ass-hole over there," I ordered Wolf, "and shoot your load deep into him, you've got your dick out and I can see that you want to shoot it off, so go grab it Wolf, go fuck that ass."

"You mean it," he said grabbing hard onto his tool and without any hesitation was up on his feet like a shot and stuffing his pumped and stiffened dick all the way to the hilt and with two heavy thrusts he let out a scream, a roaring, shooting, masculine scream and shot his load deep'n'good into that dripping, opened, fucker's ass.

Quickly a sort of queue of jacking, gang-banging guys now formed, wanting to pump their loads hard and deep into that dripping, Meindert-hole, one after another thrusting their cocks, ramming and fucking them deep, deep into that hungry, greedy, insatiable ass-hole and Meindert's cries could be heard over the boisterous crowd, "YEAH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME MAN," and that was how we left that scene, with Meindert still pinioned to the wall being gang-banged good and proper.

Gerrit had retrieved his gear from off the floor and we restuffed our bulging baskets back into our sleazy jeans as we made our ways towards the stairs. Somewhat dissipated and more dishevelled, with our beckoning, inviting, still open flies we returned to the bar, putting on our former show. We were indeed three of a kind, IF IT'S SEX, we just can't get enough.

Almost to the end of our second much needed beers, Meindert who had had the VANILLA stuffed out of him, came down the stairs and looking 'no worse for wear', made his way straight thru to us, and glowing with satiated lust, said, "I believe I owe you fuckers a drink, beers all around, right guys?" to which we all agreed.

Gerrit, crotching himself up yet again, said "I don't know about you two guys but I am going to take that one home for breakfast and you know what I mean by that don't you Aussie?" he hesitated, then adding, "It's about time he was introduced to pumping and THE GREASE PIT, hmmm? What say you?"