O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Bangkok Touchdown 2 (mm nc athletics)

by Randy Dragon

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Josh was amazed to see that his mate's dick had been pumped again to an erection by the Kathoy's expert stroking. Duke was still dizzy and did not offer any resistance when Mongkut seized his wrists and pulled him back to the center of the bed until the audience had a clear view of the linebacker's flushed face with the unfocussed eyes.

The moaning football player's swollen dick was twitching in the Kathoy's grip. The lady-man was now pumping the linebacker with both hands.

"Oohh! Aaargh!," Duke's body convulsed, when his nuts contracted to squeeze his man's seed up into the meaty shaft. Mongkut kneeled behind him. Almost lovingly he raised the linebacker's head from his lap until he faced his own raging boner.

"Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh!" Three shots of white cum erupted from the gaping piss slit and hit Duke right in his face and into his open mouth, where it melted with Mongkut's own seed.

While another roar of applause came from the audience, Mongkut forced Duke's jaws closed. With a firm hand he squeezed the nose, making Duke instantly writhe and struggle for air. Gurgling he was forced to swallow the cum in his mouth to clear his throat. Only when he was sure that the American had taken it all, did the Thai quarterback release his head.

Josh felt a sudden relief when the bottle was pulled from his ass. Liquor induced warmth was rapidly extending from his guts throughout his body. Both his aggression and his will to fight were wrapped in layers of urges to relax and to give in to the soothing, relaxing sensations. As a quarterback Josh was used to tackling and he was never the one to back off, when challenged for a fight. Though he had taken some serious beatings in bar rumbles before, he had the stamina to fight pain and to overcome any opponent with an amazing resilience.

This time, however, it was different. Nobody was pounding on him. There was no pain at all. Just softness and the feeling as if his entire body was padded in cotton wool.

"Nnnnnoooo,' he protested meekly, his voice slurry from the effects of the liquor.

He was pulled to his knees and put on display in all his buff glory. His stiff boner was pointing straight forward to the audience who watched in awe at the impressive muscle hunk.

The leather wrist bands, the tattoos and the Prince Albert in line with his gorgeous body gave the impression of a wild caged fighter that was writhing in the grip of his smaller Asian opponents.

"We are not forcing you to do anything," he heard PakPao's hissing voice at his ear. The Thai linebacker was holding him embraced from behind and was softly kneading Josh's pecs and twisting his protruding nipples. The Kathoy was lying between his thighs and tickled the bobbing dick with a velvet tongue.

The quarterback could have gotten away with ease, but the brawny stud was kept tethered just by a tongue around his dick and some finger tips at his tits. Helpless he arched his back, when shudders of sexual heat zapped his system.

In his blurry view he recognized the waitress with the polished silver plate approaching.

"Nnno! Nnnnevvv ...er!" he shook his head to clear his drowsiness. "I ... I."

"What? " Pakpao asked.

"I w-will never c-cummmm f-foooor y-ya, f-fuck'n gooooooksss", Josh drawled.

"No problem, Farangi, you will cum only when you want it," PakPao replied squeezing Josh's pecs firmly, "and you will soon beg for it!"

"Nnever! Fuckk you, sick bastard!" Josh grunted.

The Thai linebacker pushed him forward without any warning. Josh fell flat on his face, burying the Kathoy beneath. PakPao spit in his hand and parted the American's luscious butt cheeks. He started to rub his lubricated fingers alongside Josh's furry cleft.

"Get your fuckin' hands offff my butt," Josh slurred. The Kathoy was wriggling under his heavy body that was slippery from the oil and is own sweat. Soon Josh felt again that his nipples were twisted and his pecs being squeezed.

PakPao was jerking the jock's hefty shaft in a milking motion. Knowing he had to lull the big football player he kept his strokes slow but steady, turning the heat a few notches up until Josh's buttocks started to flex. The Asian slowed down and gave the American time to accommodate to the higher level of arousal. He needed him horny and weak. When the butt cheeks relaxed he accelerated his strokes.

"Mmmh . mmmh," by Josh's soft moans and his heavy breathing the stimulations started getting to him. His straight macho ego suffered the first cracks. Against his will his body lay limp and indulged in the surging lust. His sphincter was so relaxed by now that the puckered hole was slightly gaping. When PakPao's finger entered him from behind he almost didn't feel the penetration. Could it be? Was he already a kind of fag, used to be fondled and deflowered?

"N-nooo, huh .huh," Josh pushed himself up and it took him considerable effort to do so.

The Kathoy used this opportunity and hugged him from underneath. He forced his mouth over the stud's mouth and darted with his tongue inside. Josh, however, kept his jaws clenched. He felt the Thai's teeth collide with his own, while the Kathoy tried relentless to put his tongue inside his mouth.

PakPao's finger was probing inside of him. First as gentle as usual, but than after Josh was betrayed by some involuntary spasms of his body, he rubbed the tip of his finger more deftly over the tiny sensitive spot that controlled the big jock.

"Uuurghh," Josh's moans turned into animal-like grunts. PakPao grinned when the hunk instinctively spread his legs to allow him to finger fuck him even deeper. The Thai complied and added another finger which was rubbing in and out of Josh's chute.

"Ooooohhh!" the girlish pathetic whimper stood in contrast to the ripped body that was now profoundly sweating. PakPao knew that the hunk was almost ready to be taken. He skewered the quarterback on his two fingers and pressed his thumb deftly on the area between the ass hole and the taut nutsac. The big helpless cock twitched madly in his grip.

"Awww! Noo! Ohhhhh!" Bolts of sexual shocks were now raging through Josh's body and when he screamed in pure lust his mouth was invaded by the Kathoy's French-kiss.

"Uhhmmmm!Mmmhhppff!" the big man's muffled grunts triggered laughs from the audience.

His chicks had always assured him that he was a good kisser, but he had never experienced the sensations the Kathoy was providing him. The little flickering tongue seemed to dive deep down his throat. The air was sucked from his lungs leaving him breathless and weak in the arms of the small Asian. Helpless his own tongue was pushed around, while the invader tickled it from the underside. The saliva was mixing and Josh tasted the taste of his own dick that had been served by the tongue before.

Another bolt of sexual energy was triggered inside of him, but this time PakPao did not remove his fingers. The tips remained on the prostate and vibrated quickly on the slippery surface.

"Uuurghh! Fuck!" Josh howled. His body reared up of control. PakPao's grip sled from the bubble butt and now he was buried under the convulsing stud. The Kathoy hang on Josh's neck for dear life and covered his face with kisses.

Josh felt again something between his buttocks and guessing that it was PakPao's hardening dick he arched his body high up to escape from the unthinkable.

As if the Kathoy knew what was happening, he started to bounce on top of the tense body.

Josh slumped slightly down and PakPao's hard-on slipped between his clenched buns.

"Noo! Awww! Don't!" Josh hollered in rising panic as his sphincter was slightly spread by the Thai linebacker's dickhead.

"I am not forcing you, I just let it happen!" PakPao mocked. His arms closed around Josh's chest and his calves entangled the buckling thighs. He had fixed himself below the quarterback's back and Josh could not get away.

The crowd watched in awe as the smaller Asian dismantled the big white man right in front of their eyes. All the time the stud was throwing a raging hard-on pointing obscenely straight up in the air.

"Fuck youu! Damn, I ..! Aarghhhh!" Unable to maintain his arched position, the beefy body slumped further.

"Awww! Shit!" Josh yelled, almost sober by now, because it started to hurt.

"Hm, is my little Asian prick too big for your big Farangi ass?" PakPao sneered.

"I give ok? You win, man! Oh no! You made your point! Huh . huh! Please don't do that, not in front of all these folks. Aaaaah! Shit! Noooooo! Pleeeeze!" Josh wailed, his body rocking and writhing in terror.

"You need to be taught some manners and some respect!" PakPao had no intention to let his prey go away.

"Fuck youu! Damn, I . can't hold it any looongerrrrr! Aarghhhh!" Josh's eyes opened wide when the anal ring gave way and he was invaded by a man for the first time in his life. All his strength evaporated and his body collapsed, screwing himself up to the hilt on PakPao's shaft.

"Aaaaaaaaeiiiiiiiiiii !!!" with Josh's howl of surrender his macho ego fell apart.

"Man you are tight!" PakPao hissed, forcing his dick into the spasming backdoor.

The Kathoy was now kneeling beside the two hunks. His slippery hand was holding Josh's throbbing hard-on in a loose grip.

"Awww! Noo!" Josh yelled again in protest. That was not happening. The captain of the football team got fucked by a gook in public. In a frenzy of despair he wanted to rear up again and ended fucking his dick in the Kathoy's soft grip. The sensitive underside of his cock rubbed across the warm palm, creating an almost pussy-like feeling.

"Shit! Aww!" Josh rammed his ass again on PakPao's waiting dick. The whole thing turned into a rhythm. Now the stud was tandem fucking himself between the Thai linebacker's rod and the Kathoy's hand. His already shattered macho ego was now in the grinder.

"Uhh!" a first moan of pleasure came from Josh's mouth. He had to buck now up and down and was unable to break the rhythm. His balls were on fire. He almost felt his cum churning. A first drop of pre-cum appeared in the piss slit of his purple red dick.

"Oh yeah! Fuck!" he gasped weakness in his voice.

"Yeah now you're getting into it," PakPao whispered into his ear. "You like it huh?"

"Damn you! I like it! I fuckin' like it!" Josh grunted through clenched teeth accelerating his bucking.

"You want me to take you Farangi, isn't it? You want my Asian prick fill you with my man's seed, huh?" PakPao asked hoarsely, while his hips started slowly to thrust upwards.

"Oh shit that feels good!" Josh howled, "Yeah man I want you to fuck my ass. Fill me with your Asian juice!"

PakPao hammered him now in earnest. Each time he hit Josh's prostrate with one of his wild thrusts, the college jock released a high-pitched squeaking howl of lust. In his heightened state of arousal he didn't care anymore that the silver tray was placed on his belly.

"Aaaiee! Yeahhh! Yessss!" Josh's face had turned crimson by now. He was hollering and sweating heavily. His whole body was straining and aching from the tough work-out. His head lolled back and his eyes bulged in their sockets. PakPao buried his teeth in his shoulder.

When the dangling balls attached themselves to the base of the cock, the Kathoy knew that the hunk was ready. The Kathoy seized the taunt nutsac and rolled the balls in his hand. The athletic body went rigid.

"Uurghhh! Aaaarghhh! Uhhhhhh!" Josh's dick juiced a clearly visible stream of white hot jism high in the air. The mangled penis produced a second, a third and a fourth one. Gooey drops splashed on the plate, over his thighs and on the mattress.

Even after the shots subsided, the Kathoy continued pumping the softening dick, forcing the big man's balls to spill more gooey fluid, which was drooling over his fingers and alongside the shaft.

"Uuuhhhh! Aahhh! Mmmhh!" PakPao reached his climax as well. His dick seemed to expand inside Josh's ass. The fallen stud was seeded with Asian cum.

"Touchdown!" the Thai linebacker gloated when he caught his breath again.

"Cheating bastards," Josh muttered through clenched teeth," O.K you fucked us bad, but only 'cause ya tricked us. That's not fair play."

"Yeah, just cheating!" Duke almost spat the words in front of PakPao's and Mongkut's feet. "But t'morrow it's payback time, juzz wait for the re-match, bloody, fuckin', cheating gooks!" He was still trying to wipe his cum from his face.

Mongkut said something in Thai too PakPao who turned to the Americans with a thin smile.

"We are sorry that you feel like that. You sounded so keen in having a hot adventure and you were talking about fucking all the time. So we thought you'd like that place. But we offer you a chance to make up, I mean if you are up to it." Although politely said, it sounded like "if you are man enough ..."

"What do you have in mind?" Josh asked.

"See, you both are horny fuckers, huh? PakPao said.

"You'll bet!" Duke snorted.

"We challenge you for a contest of stamina," Mongkut said with a grin. The losers are the ones who cum first and the champs are those who last longest. It's as easy as that and fun too!"

"Wait a min ...," Josh started but was interrupted by Duke.

"You got it!" Duke roared, "where are the chicks?"

"No, you misunderstand," PakPao said," it's just the four of us."

"Y-you mean ...?" Josh was startled.

"Yep! Your chance, Farangi boy!" Mongkut grinned challenging.

"OK, that's it! If you want to have the shit fucked outta you, you can have it!" Duke shouted.

"We have a score to settle anyway! It's you and me!" Duke pointed at Mongkut.

"Fair enough, Farangi boy!" Mongkut smiled.

A waitress came with a tray and presented two condoms. "Better safe than sorry," PakPao grinned.

Mongkut fetched a condom and pulled it over his cock.

"Hung like a chicken," Duke sneered, than he forced the condom on his 11-inch cut baby-maker.

"Fuckin' shit! Asian size - that buckskin is too small for a real man's tool." the linebacker grunted will struggling with the tiny rubber. The condom fit tightly over his quickly hardening dick, making it shine under the spot lights.

"If it rips I'll make you baby," Duke mocked at Mongkut.

"In your dreams Farangi boy," the Thai retorted.

"Fuck you!" Duke charged at Mongkut slamming his musclepacked body into the smaller Asian knocking the wind out of him. Mongkut fell back on the bed and before he even knew it, the American was all over him.

"How you like that, huh? That's how men fight, faggot!" Duke forced Mongkut's legs apart. "I'll fuck the cum outta your chicken dick and than I'll wipe the floor with you!"

Mongkut tried as best as he could, but he was no match for the furious hunk. Duke positioned himself kneeling between the Thai's thighs and lifted the flailing legs on his broad shoulders.

"No!" Mongkut shouted when Duke guided his boner between his butt cheeks.

"Yeah! How does that feel? I thought you fags like that, huh?" Duke panted. With a triumphant howl the linebacker thrust his hips forward ramming his dick brutally inside the writhing Thai.

"Aaaww!" Mongkut yelled.

The American started to slide his dick in and out of the Asian's ass. His hands rested on both sides of Mongkut's lolling head. The tattooed arms and the defined biceps were flexing, while he balanced his heavy body to find a stable position to ride his opponent, who seemed to be unable to put up any resistance. The room was silent so the slapping sound of Duke's hips slamming against Mongkut's butt were clearly audible.

By now Duke had found his rhythm. He was humping the Thai Quarterback with a vengeance. His hips were bucking and slamming into the Asian's upturned ass without mercy.

"Ummphh ... ummphh!" Mongkut grunted each time when Duke's rock-hard fuck tool disappeared up to the base of the cock between his buttocks. With a devilish grin in his flushed sweaty face Duke removed his dick almost completely until he hammered it down again inside slippery anus brutally impaling the quarterback again and again.

"Huh, how is that, pussyboy? You like it, huh?" Duke hollered.

"Ohh yeah man, fuck me!" Mongkut moaned. He closed his legs behind the bucking hips and pushed his heels against the flexing buttocks urging Duke to increase his speed.

"Yeah, you really like it! Cum for me faggot! Cum for Daddy!" Duke huffed gleefully. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his smooth skin.

"I can go on like that all night! I make you scream, I make you my fuckin' whore!" Duke hollered.

PakPao registered that Duke's balls were attaching themselves tightly at the cock base. The dark skin of the taunt nutsac was stretched around the testicles. The erection was so intense that it extended below the balls into the perineum making it look as if the hefty shaft was rising straight from the muscle butt.

PakPao grinned. The two nuts had merely cherry-size. They had already drained a master load from the haughty Farangi. If he would cum this time it would be a final, most intense mind-shattering climax. The American would need at least a day to replenish his stud juice. PakPao wondered what the American coach would say if he knew that his star players were depleting their power so thoroughly before tomorrow's game.

PakPao gave his friend a brief nod. The brawny linebacker was ready to be taken. Mongkut waited until Duke was once again deeply inside his ass, then he clenched his sphincter trapping Duke's cock with his ass ring.

"Fuck man you are tight! I guess you are cumming huh?" Duke panted while fucking Mongkut with even increased power.

"No, I am not! But you are close Farangi boy, may be too close, isn't it?" Mongkut whispered.

"Unnghh .. ohhhh ... fuckkk!" the hunk was straining his muscles to pull himself off, but found himself entangled in the hold of the Asian's arms and legs.

"Doesn't that remind you of your girl at home? Mongkut whispered.

"What the fuck are you talkin' ab...?"The linebacker was caught by the undisguised triumph in Mongkut's eyes, while the friction around his dick increased.

"Her pussy is sooo tight, and it feels so good when you screw her and she moans in pleasure. You can feel her hands on your butt ..." Mongkut had grabbed Duke's butt cheeks and squeezed the softly.

"Huh?" Duke asked confused. His flexing buttocks were spread exposing his asshole. A murmur went through the crowd when the sphincter opened and closed in involuntary reflexes.

The softly speaking Thai induced memories of his hot fuck session at home. His hips bucked harder. An sudden weakness started to spread from his groins into his body.

"Yeah give it to your girl. Cum for her, you horny bull!" Mongkut teased the startled jock.

"Shit!," Duke lost the beat of his relentless pounding. He started to realize that although he was screwing the Thai, he was the one who got fucked by the smaller guy. He felt as if he was somehow sucked into the depth of the other man's ass. A first shudder went through his body, when the mounting tension in his nuts pushed his mind to a higher level of lust. He knew he had to slow down and stopped his bucking, but his dick stuck tight and the condom kept his boner hard as steel.

"Fuck!" Duke cursed. Mongkut gyrated his hips pumping the trapped dick from his prone position between his clenched ass cheeks.

Suddenly the smell of Duke's sweat became pungent. Mongkut could sense the hint of fear in that manly odor and he could see the growing disbelief in the American's eyes. His hands traveled across the rippled abs up to the heaving pecs. Knowing that the football player, needing both arms to support his muscular frame, was helpless, he softly caressed the protruding man tits.

"Ohhhhh," Duke moaned desperately. He was already more horny than angry. Fury was consumed by lust. The rubbing of his nips got to him more than he wanted to admit. But Mongkut was just teasing the sensitive nipples to get them hard. Then he went on and stroke the brawny shoulders and the sweaty back. Duke felt the Thai's fingernails traveling up and down his spine, resting for a moment on his butt and deftly squeezing the flexing butt cheeks again.

"Ahh! Fuck you!" Duke panted but Mongkut's hands were already on his back, rubbing his spine. At the same time he started to pull the writhing stud down and opened his mouth invitingly.

"N-noo!" Duke hauled himself up, bracing himself against the forced kiss. His rational mind was too well aware that he was manhandled practically in public and the crimson colour of his face was caused both by exertion and embarrassment.

Meanwhile and without him being able to do anything about it, his primal instincts responded to Mongkut's shrewd teasing. The spinal cord sent waves of excitement into his loins making his groins tingle. The prostate pumped pre-cum into his urethra filling the stiff shaft in preparation of the climax.

"Ohh ... you fuckin' bastard!" Duke felt the pressure building up. Cum was churning in his balls and the urge to release his seed became almost unbearable. The awareness of most imminent utter defeat was driving tears into his eyes. He imagined the pathetic spectacle he was delivering to this crowd of gay men and lady-men. A drunk straight hunk, prime sample of male masculinity, moaning like a cheap whore wrapped in the arms of a smaller guy. The imagination of being forced to cum again against his will was shaking the foundation of his macho ego, sapping his strength from him. He had only one final hope, that Mongkut would spare him this final humiliation.

"I - I g-give. Please man, don't make me cum", he sobbed desperately. Mongkut looked up into the tearful eyes and offered Duke a comforting smile.

"Don't worry baby, you have nothing to fear, just relax," he padded the bigger guy on his back and pulled him down. Duke's arms buckled. Unable to resist any longer he collapsed in a heap of sobbing, sweaty muscle on top of the Thai quarterback. His mouth found Mongkut's and in an instant the tongue of the Asian invaded him.

After having smelled the Americans fear, the Thai wanted now to taste it in his saliva. He sucked the air from Duke's lungs and indulged in the feeling of dominating the bigger guy so thoroughly.

Mongkut trapped Duke's head with his arm making sure that the trembling hunk could not break the kiss that was further softening him up. In an almost acrobatic move he twisted his sinew body under the athletic American until he could reach for the taunt buttocks. His index finger probed between the desperately clenching cheeks and found the puckered hole.

Duke's wide-open terrified eyes pleaded in vain. The finger penetrated him from behind while his tongue was wrestled down by Mongkut's. Deep inside his groins his nuts were contracting emptying themselves into the prostate gland.

"Eeeeuuummmphh!" a miserable high-pitched squeak signaled that the point of no return had been passed. The hunched body of the linebacker convulsed and writhed in uncontrollable spasms.

"Mmmmphhhhh", the American's muffled howls drove the excited crowd wild Mongkut fingerfucked and force-frenched his moaning victim into a bone-rattling climax.

Duke's man-meat was wrenched and milked by the ass muscles as he had it never before experienced, when he had planted his pole into any cunt. The little cum that was left in his balls was sucked from his shaft in an instant and filled the condom. Duke was drowning in the sweet agony of ecstasy.

"Uhhhhhhh...," Duke moaned meekly and exhausted when Mongkut released him from his kiss. The Thai held him still in a comforting embrace and probed inside his ass.

"Now I'll make you my bitch! Remember that when we play tomorrow, Farangi boy!" Mongkut whispered in Duke's ear.

Josh watched in horror and disbelief how his buddy was bagged. The mangled college cock stiffened again, when Mongkut found the prostate and touched Duke's love button. The stud's big body convulsed again and the toes curled spasmodically, while his depleted balls were dry pumping.

"Aaaarghhh!" a howl of raw lust was followed by a sequence of guttural grunts until Duke's mind was wrapped in merciful darkness. Only now when the drained dick went flaccid could it slip from the grip of the ass ring. His limp body slumped to the side of the joyous Asian. The cum-filled rubber dangled worn-out from the shrinking dick head.

The Thai quarterback lifted the deflated dick of the linebacker with two fingers and presented it mockingly to the applauding crowd.

"Touchdown!" Mongkut roared.

Josh was stunned. He hardly resisted when PakPao pushed him towards the crowd.

"Now it's your turn stud!" PakPao grinned.

"The Farangi wants his cock sucked!" the Thai Linebacker shouted to the excited audience.

"Now wait a minute, that's it! That's not going to happen, you've had your fun," Josh protested. He turned to PakPao with a menacing look. "We are leaving now. Where are our clothes. Wh-hat the fuck ...?". Josh felt a strong grip around his neck. Even struggling he could hardly turn his head.

"We are not depriving these nice people of their fun, huh?" the calm voice was heavy from German accent. The hunky captain of the German wrestling team, whom they had seen earlier on stage, was now clad in a posing slip and had seized him by the neck like a puppy.

"Let me go! No!" Josh yelled but to no avail. The tall man forced him back-down on a couch table. PakPao and Mongkut joined in laughing and lifted his struggling legs, forcing them apart until his butt cheeks were spread wide open, exposing the hairy cleft.

"Let's see what you've got here," Mongkut grinned.

A waitress brought a tray with a soap bowl, shaving brush and a razor. A Kathoy wetted the brush and rotated it over the soap in the bowl. Despite Josh's desperate writhing and cursing his ass was thoroughly lathered. The quarterback gave a shriek when the bristles scrubbed along his ass chute and tickled his balls.

"No, no, you fuckin' bastards! I'll kill you, I swear ...shit noooo!" Josh was sweating from fear. Soon his balls and groin were covered in lather too. Then he froze. The crowd watched in awe while the razor was gliding around the balls and dunk between the spread butt cheeks.

"If I were you, I'd better don't move an inch or your precious ones are gone," PakPao advised laughing.

His pubic hair was gone in no time leaving a ticklish sensation. The Kathoy finished the job by deftly toweling the cleaned ass and nuts. PakPao watched satisfied that the rosy hole was now clearly visible. The freshly shaven nutsac dangled under the fear-shrunken cock that rested limp on the smooth groin.

"Let's get this poor baby up again!" Mongkut invited.

"What now?" Josh asked in renewed panic. He struggled again, but was securely kept in place.

One of the guests, a middle-aged man kneeled in front of the upturned bubble butt. He shortly bowed to Josh and buried his face in the cleaned-out ass cleft.

"Oh shit!" Josh moaned when he felt a tongue probing his ass. One of the Kathoys joined the man and started to lick the jock's balls. Another Kathoy took the hardening dick into his mouth and played with the tongue around the mushroom head.

"Nnnoo ... aarghh ... fuckkk ..oh yeah uhhh!" Josh's groans turned ecstatic as he was turned on. Fingers twisted his hardening nipples, one finger even probed his navel.

"Yeah, oh yeah!" the college stud arched his back enthralled by the horny stimulations hitting his brawny body from all sides. It took no more effort to hold him in place. The wrestler lowered his slip and guided his semi-hard cock between Josh's lips. Instinctively he started to suck.

"Yeah, blow me," moaned the blond athlete whose ass was fondled at the same time by a lanky Asian who was still in his office suite.

"Uhhmmmmphh!" Josh's groans turned into a muffled howl, when his cum was pumped inside an eager sucking mouth. The spread legs tensed and his toes curled while his hips were bucking up and down. More and more guests joined into the orgy.

Josh's eyes almost jumped out from their sockets, when a buzzing dildo was shoved up his ass, but he gave in to the overwhelming sensations once he got adapted to be stretched wide. Now, that the stud's hole was primed the dildo was replaced by a throbbing penis.

Josh's mouth was filled with cum but he didn't care. Immersed in lust his dick remained hard, although his nuts were visibly shrinking in the draining process. The last thing he remembered later was the couch table collapsing while he was fucked on it doggie-style by the German hunk.

The two studs who had got more than they had bargained for woke up in the hotel room they were sharing. They had been tied to their beds and gagged with their jock straps. Naked apart from their "Suck my dick!" T-shirts, someone had wrapped one of their wrist bands around their flaccid dicks to keep them up. Their asses and the drained nut sacs had been colored red by lipstick. Helpless they had to wait until they were freed by their coach under the roaring laughter of their team mates.

The re-match ended disastrous. The whole American team seemed to be tired and lacking concentration. Unable to focus and because their core players the quarterback and the linebacker were neither able to score nor to develop a strategy, they were sent home without scoring a single point. Mongkut and PakPao were clearly dominating their opponents, who seemed being scared whenever they met the Thai stars in a tackle.

Duke and Josh remained unusual quiet when the Thais sent the American team to the airport.

"Please cum again, Farangi boy," Mongkut was bidding a gleeful farewell to Duke.

"Yes please visit us any time," PakPao added.

Josh mustered all his remaining dignity - as little as it was - and wanted to thank their hosts politely on behalf of his team mates. However he froze when his look fell on PakPao's ear. Unconscious his hand went down to his crotch.

"Uhmm ... yeah thanks man ... bye!" he squeezed the words through clenched teeth gave a brief nod and rushed to the gate followed by PakPao's laughter.

"Thanx for the souvenir, Farangi!" PakPao touched his ear. He was wearing Josh's Prince Albert as an ear ring.

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