aight I’ll just have to write stuck in the wall Gabe tomorrow because there are MISCONCEPTIONS about how much of a GOOD NEEDY BOTTOM BOI he is and I am SHOOK
There’s a tall man standing at the far corner of the establishment, occupying Gabriel. His skin is a dark brown, muscles thick and round underneath, rippling with every slow thrust.
He seems to be in no hurry whatsoever, either ignoring the glances of the other men in the room, or enjoying them supremely. He does not turn around, but stares down at where his cock is stretching Gabriel, pulling at his rim whenever he drags his hips slowly back.
It’s quiet in the corner now, but it had not started that way. He, like everybody else, had to assert his dominance before the headstrong squirming and the muffled curses from the other side had ceased, Gabriel standing still like a well-trained pony for his fucking.
When the man comes, his head falls back, body clenching and stilling. He does not make a sound, but he does breathe out long and hard when he’s done; body going lax and sated.
He reaches to the side towards a sharpie dangling from a cord, and, still plugging his cum deep inside Gabriel’s guts with the girth of his cock, starts scrawling on the sign above the hole: Marlon was here.
He rolls his head along his shoulders once, then carefully pulls back. It’s quiet enough in the room that the sound of the wet, thick squelch of his cock pulling out is audible.
He pats Gabriel’s trembling flank once, not unkindly – good job, pony – then steps back, impressive cock swinging between his legs, wet and still chubby.
He bumps into someone that’s standing behind him, the figure having moved so slowly he had not heard him approach. It takes his brain a few seconds to catch up with what he’s seeing: a gargantuan of a man standing motionlessly before him, his huge gut slowly moving with his deep, audible breaths.
Marlon’s eyebrows shoot up, he almost flinches when the guy raises one meaty arm and points with a thick, ringed finger wordlessly towards the hole he just vacated.
He grunts.
Marlon lifts his hands towards his shoulders, quickly stepping to the side. “All yours!”
Even a big guy like him knows when to not start and pick a fight. He steps to the side and finds himself relegated to just the same, baffled and kind of worshipful spectator as the other men around him as they all watch the man step up to Gabriel’s hole.
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Gabriel feels antsy. His cock is heavy and painful between his thighs. He’d almost come on his last patron’s cock, had only needed a couple more thrusts – just a bit more loving to his prostate – but it had been over and the man had moved away before he’d been able to gather his wits and demand more.
He’s still chewing on the ball of his thumb, feeling a bit weepy with that deep-seated need in his guts, when a new pair of hands settles on his hips, startling him into uselessly looking back.
Of course he would not be able to see, which makes the experience all the more humbling and surreal. The hands that had settled on him were shovel sized and hot as a furnace.
Thick, blunt fingers dragged through the sweat at the small of his back, thumbs on either cheek pulling him open with cocksure bravado – and while usually he liked to start bucking like a horse (and maybe give a kick if they were being rude), he couldn’t bring himself to do anything more than lift up into it; back arching, ass pushing up. Showing off his well-used hole. He could feel the cold air on the wet rim; could feel some cum bubbling out as he bears down, helpless to show off.
His reward is one of the huge fingers, circling his pouty rim and smearing through the mess left behind by a couple other guys before him.
Gabriel wants to squirm, but something in the way the man touches him makes him sit up and take notice. Makes him want to be attentive and good, even though he’s still tingly and needy inside, balls feeling swollen to roughly double their size even though he knows that’s not true.
The finger leaves for a moment and then a curious sensation fills him: warm, heavy weight settling on the small of his back and top of his ass. Hot and heavy enough that he feels smothered, his overworked brain making him believe for a second that someone sat down on him, before he realizes what’s happening: it’s a belly. The customer has shuffled closer, resting his large gut on Gabriel, and letting him feel his cock a second later: slapping heavy and blunt against his hole, testing how it opens laughably easy for him.
Gabriel is pressing his hands to his mouth, eyes wide open, staring in front of him as he can’t help but move with the guy behind him. He bends his knees a bit, feet shuffling farther apart, helpfully angling himself to make it easier on the big man, and when he feels the gentle tap at his thigh a second before he pushes in slowly, he almost flies apart in eagerness; wanting so badly to be a good boy for this behemoth of a man.
His cock is just as fat as the rest of him, spreading Gabriel’s used hole wide open until tears are springing to his eyes. He’s sucking at his own fingers, mindless and needy as he gets filled slowly, slowly, his insides expanding to make room for the new customer, eyes rolling up in his head when the thick tip presses harshly into his prostate.
When the man starts fucking him, he fumbles for his toy chest beneath the bench, trembling fingers closing around the first fake cock he can find, just to give his mouth something to do: chewing and sucking on it, content yet keyed up as he gets filled to his absolute maximum.
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All eyes are on the broad back of the fat man as he fucks Gabriel, wordless astonishment palpable at how easy Gabriel had basically rolled over and spread his legs; not a single jerk of ill-tempered disposition as he let himself get used, the sound of their fucking wet and nasty as the new patron’s cock drags squelching through the mess of lube and cum from before.
Gabriel comes sometime during his fuck: a muffled grunt sounding behind the wall before he becomes quiet again, his cock jerking out thick ropes of cum against the wall and onto the floor between his feet.
When the man finally steps back and pulls up his pants, he leaves Gabriel wrecked: knees so weak he seems to hang limp and fucked-out in his hole, feet sliding uselessly against the floor as he tries to get them back under himself, hole soft and destroyed; gaping and showing off deep-red insides and sticky trails of cum.
Sometime in between, the patron must have written on the sign, though nobody could have said when it happened.
A very good boy. -M.R.
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