I had been a good boy all semester.

Well, good is a relative term but I had been a better than I used to be boy for months now and I was getting restless. See I had been hooking up with this confused straight boy who lived in the same apartment building as me. We were both in school, both jocks, and both pretty much addicted to the gym. He had started chatting me up about tips on getting ripped and ended up riding my cock for the rest of the semester like the slut I had turned him into.

It had been nice, I wasn't the lovely dovey type of guy, wasn't into dating, but I had found having a jock bottom on call was not only fun but really freed up time. But the school year was ending for him but not for me. You see, I had fucked around, and it was time to find out, I had failed statistics and there was no choice but to pick the class up in summer session. That meant staying here while all the people I knew were going back home to party all summer.

Next door, my nickname for him, got fucked one last time and limped to his car the next morning to drive home. I felt satisfied because I had nutted…but then realized I no longer had hot and cold running ass. No big deal, I loaded up the apps, posted my pics, and waited. One thing I found was that looking like I did, you were never alone long if you didn't want to.

The first couple of days were ok, couple of guys wanting one last fuck before they went home, a local who had been begging me to come show him my Aggie Pride for months now, but nothing big. The best I was going to do were tourists, in which there were few to none around here, businessmen passing through, or the occasional hottie who popped up and needed a hole filled before vanishing again.

Trust me, there were a lot of those in this town.

So last Tuesday I was writing and heard that all too familiar chirp from Grindr. I glanced over to see who had hit me up and saw 2SquidBottoms with a pic of two military guys, little younger than me in the profile pic. I opened up and started chatting, looking at their pics, and getting turned on. They were both 22, just transferred to San Antonio, were both gay, bottoms, and looking for a good cock.

They asked what I was packing, and I sent them a pic…

And got an enthusiastic "COME FUCK US!" almost immediately.

I told you I was popular.

They didn't have a place since they lived on base, but I said a motel was easy enough. One asked if I had ever been to the Z before. I said no, I wasn't from Texas, and they said it was a bathhouse and on Fridays, it was packed with guys looking to get railed. They said they could meet me there and we could get a room and have the whole place watch as I fucked them.

And just like that, the old Jack began to wake up.

We made plans for me to drive out Friday and meet up that afternoon at The Z. They said they couldn't wait to get fucked by me…

I jerked off a lot the rest of the week.

So, Friday I got up and headed out, I made sure I had a good supply of Monsters, some jerky, and a three-hour playlist that would keep me awake. I don't know if you've ever driven in Texas but it's a lot like the surface of Mars, huge stretches of nothing that go on forever and ever. After four Monsters and a few hundred miles, I had to piss like a racehorse. I pulled into a gas station and almost ran to the bathroom. I fished my cock out and let loose a jet of liquid that could have flooded a trailer park.

I actually groaned it felt so good to relieve my bladder and just stood there, head up, eyes closed as the Indian ocean moved through my piss slit. I zoned out when I heard someone chuckle next to me, "Feels good doesn't it?"

I glance over and see a trucker using the urinal next to me. Fifteen empty spaces and he takes the one next to mine…subtle.

I nod and close my eyes again, "Yeah, been driving all morning."

"Same," he said, the sound of him going filled the room, "It's hard being cooped up in a car for so long isn't boy?"

I smiled at boy, he had seen a twenty-something jock taking a piss, came and stood next to him so he could see his cock, and thought he was in control of the situation.

My stream dies to a trickle, and I shook it, "Yeah it gets me horny."

"Tell me about it," he said, his eyes glued to my junk.

"Yeah, if there was only a willing mouth to use…" I said trailing off, "You know some pathetic fag who is dying for a load."

"Yeah…" he said distantly, watching my cock grow in my hand.

Now I'm not one to brag…well we all know that's bullshit; I have a great cock. The only nice thing my dad left me, I clocked in at just a little over nine inches with a nice curve, making my head bend back into my abs. The length was nice but what really sold it was the thickness, I could lose two inches and I would still look massive because of my girth. And compared to my slim waist it looked almost comical in the flickering bathroom lighting.

I was just stroking myself now, long lazy motions as I milked a thick drop of precum out, "You know anyone like that?"

"Yeah…" he said again and then looked at me, "I mean…um, we're both looking for the same thing, right?"

I let go and my cock bobbed up, slapping my six-pack making wet flesh smack. I practiced this move in the mirror sometimes, pulling my cock down just to watch it spring back, it's hot and I know it. "I'm looking for someone to suck my cock, that you?"

He nods.

"What was that?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

I reach over and grab his hand and place it on my raging tool, it is twice the size of his and I could feel the awe in his touch as he slowly squeezes it, "How about you try it with some respect?"

He looks up from my dick and into my eyes, seeing if I am joking.

My expression doesn't change, instead, I flex my dick, making it move in his grip. "I can suck your cock…" he says quickly, and then tacks on an almost silent, "Sir."

I turn and walk into one of the handicap stalls and sit down, he follows, and I pull my jeans down to my shoes and spread my legs, "Well…come on," I say, pushing my cock forward until it's pointing at him.

He makes sure the stall is locked and goes to his knees, reaching up and taking hold of that meat like it was cotton candy. He leans in and begins to lick, I can see the wedding ring on the hand gripping me and smile, I love married men.

I push his head in, "Yeah clean that piss up," I say roughly, "use that faggot tongue…"

He moans as he licks up and down my shaft, no doubt trying not to think about how some college punk is bitching him out in an Exxon bathroom stall. Once my cock is covered in spit he moves up and takes my head in his mouth. He's not bad, it's obvious he doesn't suck a lot of cock, but he makes the effort and that's all that counts. Once he has a few inches in him I push his head down, making him gag.

Another perfect sound to me, straight guys gagging on cocks they insist on sucking.

I let him recover and then do it again and again, making him aware he is going to deep-throat me and he has no say in the matter. He's bobbing up and down quickly now, one hand jerking himself off as the other holds me steady. He gets into a rhythm, and I let him find his groove before I change things up.

"Yeah, you're good at that," I said, making him choke every now and then, "Your wife suck cock this good? You learn from her?"

Another moan as his tongue swirls around my tool, he is horrified but he still services me, realizing how bad he wants this. I want to keep playing with him, make him admit he was a faggot slut, maybe get him to ride me…but I have better fish to fuck and need to wrap this up.

Both hands push him down as I thrust up, truly fucking his face for the first time. He moans and whimpers as my cock assaults his mouth, his hand drops off my cock as he realizes he has no control anymore, he is literally just a hole for me to shoot in.

"Oh yeah, fucking work that cock…faggot bitch…cruising bathrooms for a load…that what gets you off? What would your wife say if she saw you now?"

Another moan but his hand is a blur on his own cock now.

"She hot?" I ask as I slam up into him, "Maybe she could join you down there, both of you working my cock?"

A mangled scream as he cums and I let loose. I feel my cock force its way down the opening of his throat and I begin to work on getting myself off. He is trembling as he struggles to breathe but he got his nut…now it was my turn. I worked his throat and felt my balls begin to tighten.

"Here comes dinner…" I growl as I push him down hard and begin shooting straight down his throat. His struggles weaken as he realizes he is drinking my cum…his hands fall to his side as I finish unloading. Once done I slowly pull my cock back and hold it over his head, "Clean it up fag."

He meekly licks at the tip of my cock, fear in his eyes as he watches my reaction.

"Good fag," I say, messing his hair up and standing. I pull my pants up and tuck my cock in, "I gotta get going…what do we say?"

He blinks and says, "Thank you?"

I wink and walk by him, "Clean that up," I say pointing to the pooled cum on the floor, "Don't be nasty."

I grab some more Monsters, some candy, and a ton of jerky and take off. As I pull onto the road I see him stumbling out of the station, looking dazed.

Gotta love straight guys.

I get to San Antonio around noon and find a cheap motel, all I need is a bed and a bathroom, and some thick walls. I check in and toss my bag on the chair, I text the Navy twins and tell them I'm in town and when were we meeting?

They said they get off duty at 2 and would change and head to Z, so we agreed on 3. I took a quick shower, changed, and went to find food. I had a feeling that once I entered the bathhouse, I was going to be there all night so I was going to need nourishment now. I found a tiny diner and a waitress took my order, smiling and flirting the whole time. The place was filled with older guys nursing their coffee, watching Fox so I must have been the best-looking thing that had walked in here in a year.

I chatted her up, got a free order of fries and her number before I headed out. I headed to Z, my dick already twitching in anticipation.

It was an ugly red building out in the middle of nowhere, I found some parking and went in, it was impossible to see as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. An older guy was sitting behind a counter just staring, "You lost?"

I smiled, "I need a room, a door is optional."

I handed him my card and he ran it, handing me a towel and a key, "You're gonna be popular."

I winked at him, "Thanks, I usually am."

I made my way into the place and saw a few guys clad only in towels. It was still early so they were old much older than I was expecting, as I walked by their eyes followed me like a starving dog follows fresh meat. I got into the small room and left the door open. I stripped down, folding my clothes into a pile and locking them in the room locker. I stood there naked, wrapping the key around my wrist and grabbing the towel.

Two guys stood in the doorway, rubbing the front of their towels staring at me. I thought about putting the towel on but why? Let them see. I smiled and walked past them, my cock swinging back and forth as I walked. Now that my eyes had adjusted, I could look around, the main area was made up as a gym. I say made-up because it was basically a bunch of weight benches with no weights.

There were a few steam rooms set off to the side, a locker room with showers, a large room with seats, and a video screen with porn playing. There was a room with a sling, one with a hot tub area, and one room with a mat in the center with benches all around. I walked in and took it in, you could fuck someone in the middle of the room and have an entire audience…

"Holy shit you're hot."

I turned and saw the two navy guys standing there, towels around their trim, little waists as they stared at my cock, "Hey!" I said smiling, "Look at you two."

I walked over and ran a hand over the larger one's smooth chest, his hand reached out and grabbed my cock as the other one sank to his knees. Right there in the doorway, he began to blow me as the other one leaned in to kiss me. I leaned back in the doorway and pushed the one back, he looked confused until I pushed him down.

He knelt next to his friend and they both began to lick my cock, two tongues fighting to pleasure me was incredible. One hand on each of their heads as they worked up and down, giving every inch the attention, it deserved. But as hot as it felt it was nothing to the crowd of strangers standing there, jerking off to it. I loved attention, always have, and having these two navy sluts on their knees while the room looked on was just…chef's kiss.

Now that I had an audience, of course, I had to work it.

"Yeah suck that cock," I say pushing their faces closer, "Show me how much you want it."

One of them starts to suck my head while the other moved lower, taking one of my aching balls in his mouth and rolling it around. I let out a sigh of contentment as I hear a couple of the guys watching mutter a quiet, "Fuck!" as they ditch their towels, opening jerking off watching me get blown.

I raise my hands over my head and flex, giving them a good show as I tighten my abs and make my pecs pop as these two twinks work my cock over, knowing it was going to end up plowing them for the rest of the night. They switched, one working my cock while the other played with my balls, keeping me in a state of ecstasy while the crowd became bolder.

One of the strangers walked up and buried his head in my pit, lapping up my growing funk as another took the other side, tweaking a nipple. It was incredible, four guys working my body over, another dozen watching. I was both the center of attention and a sex toy for them to use as their tongues moved over my body…worshipping me and my aching cock.

The nipple guy tried to kiss me and I moved my head away, I pushed his face down to my chest letting him know exactly where my limit was. He nibbled at my chest, and I felt the thrill of erotic pain as he pinched my nipple with his teeth.

Armpit moved to my head, licking around my ear, his tongue probing me as I felt chills move through my body, "You are so hot," he whispered as he tongue fucked me, "You know that?"

I nodded and smiled as he worked another shudder out of me. My ears are super sensitive and this guy was working me really well…he moved to my neck and I pulled his head back by his hair, "You leave a mark and I will end you."

His eyes were wide and nodded as he realized I was not some fuckdrunk jock looking to get off. There were rules and he was going to follow them. I let his hair go and he leans in tentatively, licking my neck, silently asking if that was ok and I raised my head as I gave him permission.

Nipple guy moves up to my other ear, "Can I rim you?"

My eyes are closed as I let these fags worship me and say, "No fingers…"

He moves behind me and spreads my cheeks as the navy twins both start licking my shaft in unison. Now I have never been fucked, nor do I ever intend to, but I will admit I love having my ass played with. His tongue teases my hole and there is something about letting some stranger lick my ass while a room full of men watch that just turns me the fuck on.

Again I am struck by how I like a sex idol to be worshipped by them while also being just some nameless fuckboi for them to use as well. The attention coupled with the complete loss of control is intoxicating and exactly what I needed. Like I said, I'd been a good boy for too long, only breeding one guy, limiting myself to, playing favorites…

This was where I belonged, surrounded by strangers all losing their minds for my cock.

It was too much though, between the tongue in my ass and the two on my cock I was close and there was no stopping it.

"Close…" I growl, feeling the navy boys speed up, desperate for my load. I grunt as the guy behind me buries his tongue deeper…the guy on my neck says, "Come on stud…I wanna see that cock shoot."

There it was again, the feeling I was the most important guy in the room while being a living porn for them to jerk off to. My ego feed my cock and I began to shake as my balls tightened…

"Shooting…" I cry as my cock erupts. I heard a muffled, "Whoa!" from the crowd as my first load flies far. The twins coved my head with their mouth, sucking the rest of my cum from the source as I cry out…I hear a few groans as the room cums with me…a cascade of orgasms that explodes like a runaway nuclear reactor.

I fall back against the wall as the guy's tongue slips from my hole…I have to pull the navy boys off my sensitive cock as they try to milk even more out of me.

"Ok…you're done…" I say as they look up at me with grins, "I'm done."

They stand, wiping their mouths, "You taste good," one of them says.

"Wanna see?" the other says, pressing his mouth to mine.

Normally I don't kiss, it's just too intimate a thing for me. The only time I do is when I am kissing straight guys, forcing them to express affection towards another man to erode their masculinity. But these guys are too hot not to play with, we went into this weekend with them knowing they were going to be my holes for the next few days…there was no power play to be had.

I already owned them.

The taste of my own cum stains my tongue as he kisses me, he's right, I do taste good. The other one takes his place, kissing me as well as I wrap my arms around their tiny, little waists. I can only imagine what the three of us look like to these men, three military studs, all in the prime of our lives, in better shape than anyone here…

"You wanna go to my room?" I ask them.

One of them, I honestly don't remember their names, nods, "Lead the way, big man."

We went back to my room, the crowd parting as we passed, none of them brave enough to approach us openly yet. Once inside we sat on the mat, since we were just going to talk we closed the door.

"That was fucking hot," one of them said, he was cute, boyish face, tight little body, looked like a skater kid who shaved his head.

"Dude, your cock is amazing," the other said, he was bigger of the two, dark features, very Italian in the best possible way, "I can't wait to ride that."

"You guys are smoking too," I admitted, "This is going to be a fun weekend."

"So you wanna cruise around?" the big one asked, "I mean we are going to be fucking all night, would be stupid not to come here and not partake in the local cuisine."

I liked the way he thought.

"Yeah, we're heading back to my motel tonight where I plan on fucking you two so hard you'll be able to taste my cock while I do it…we might as well divide and conquer around here in the meantime."

"We come here every weekend," the small one explained, "In about an hour it's going to start filling up with hot guys, most of them straight and getting off work. They come by here to play before heading home, a lot of fun."

"Nice," I said, "I'm gonna go rinse this cum and sweat off me, wanna join me?"

"Can I play with your cock?" tiny asked.

"Fuck yeah," I say, grabbing my towel and heading to the showers.

We spent some time under the shower, again we gathered a crowd as they watched the water all down over our bodies. We decided to give them a show and soaped each other up, all three of us hard as a rock by the time we were done. We dried off and wrapped a towel around our waists as we headed out to the main area.

As they had said, there were more people here now. I could see what they meant, the guys were mostly older, well older than us, but still good-looking. I saw more than a few guys I wouldn't mind fucking. The navy boys were greeted by a few people who knew them, and we spent the next half hour meeting some new guys.

We were all sitting there, pretty much-holding court as guys came up and tried to talk to us. One of them was a 40-something guy, great shape, handsome features, he wasn't wearing a ring, but he had to be married. He had that suburban dad look about him and he wore it well. He walked over and sat down, "You boys military?"

We nodded and tiny said, "Navy."

The man nodded, "My son just enlisted in the Army, he's at infantry school."

The twins began to chat him up about his son while I watched him, he was in great shape for his age. He had a light coating of hair on his chest and a tight goatee with just a few hints of gray in it. He was a hot daddy and my desire to fuck him only grew. His eyes kept darting to me and then back to the twins, he was checking me out without being obvious.

I was growing bored, and my cock was getting restless. No one else here had got my eye like this guy, so I made my move.

I got up and leaned over to him, my mouth on his ear, "You wanna keep staring or you want to touch?" He looked at me, eyes wide in surprise, I lean in again, "You wanna go play daddy?"

He nodded and I held out my hand. He took it and I led him to the mat room, it was still empty but not for long. I walked him over to the mat and sat down, he joined me, and I leaned in to kiss him. He was a married man and he had a son my age, so making him kiss me was a way to break down his ego and understand I was in control.

"You are so beautiful," he said between kisses, "So handsome…"

He kissed my neck as I raised my head, "Oh daddy…"

A low growl comes from him as he works down, licking my pecs, my abs…I lie back, and he looks me in the eyes. I nod and he opens my towel, revealing my cock…

"Oh god…" he moans, "It's so…"

"You like it, daddy?"

He nods, never taking his eyes off it. I push his head down and his eyes close as his tongue begins to lap at my head. I don't press him down on it, instead, I run my finger through his hair, "Oh dad…that feels so good…"

He moans at dad and begins to suck on my head, slowly losing himself to the fantasy. I moan a lot, letting him know he is bringing his son pleasure. One hand grips my cock while the other runs up my abs, feeling me up as he works.

"Do you like my body dad? I work out just to get your attention."

He came off my cock and looked up at me, eyes wide as his most private fantasies were being spoken aloud, "I do…" he said, "You're my beautiful boy…" he says before taking my cock back in his mouth and sucking.

He's good, way better than truck driver and I let him know by groaning loudly, digging my hands into his head, and pushing him down on me, "Fuck daddy…suck my big boy cock…please…"

Another low moan as he takes more of me into his mouth, he is tweaking now, completely lost in the desire to pleasure his son. I thrust into his mouth a few times before pulling him off my cock, "Dad…lick my balls?"

He nods and begins to lap at my aching nuts, tentatively at first and then with more gusto. "That feels so good daddy…more…"

He lovingly works one nut over and then the other, working hard to bring get his boy off…

I am as hard as I am ever going to be and I can see the benches are filling up as they watch the man worship my body under the single light above the mat. I let the last few people come in before I move to the real show.

I grab at him and pull him up, "Dad…daddy…" I say, pulling him away from cock, "Please…"

He moved up and over me, "I'm here son, I have you…"

Leaning in he kisses me, his daddy body pressed against mine. We stay like that, entangled in each other for a few minutes, our cocks pressed up against each other as he feels his boy's cock rub against his. Once I know he was worked up I pull back, making eye contact, "Dad?" I say, trying to sound nervous, "Can…I mean…"

"What is it son?" he asks.

I took a face deep breath, "Daddy…can I fuck you?"

His eyes go wide, and I can tell, he is a top. This is all new to him, but he isn't seeing me, he is seeing his army son, naked, willing, begging him.

"Please daddy…ride your boy's cock?"

I can feel him shudder as he nods, sitting up and straddling my waist.

"Anyone have any lube?" I ask, someone tosses a tube of lube onto the mat. I watch him pick it up and apply it first to his fingers and then to his hole. Then he began to lube my cock up, I'd seen that look before, he was in awe of my size, most men are. I was bigger than him the fantasy of his son having a bigger cock than him was humbling as much as it was erotic.

"My boy is so big," he said, "I am so proud of you son."

I smile, "You want to ride it, dad? You want to sit on my dick?"

He tossed the lube aside and took hold of my shaft, lining my cockhead with his hole. He looked scared but his cock was rock hard, he was completely into this.

"Please go slow son…" he said when I was in place, "Have mercy on your old man."

"I will daddy…I promise…"