PInk Hackey-sack

I was down at Riverside Park late on a Sunday afternoon, stinking drunk, cruising for dick at the men’s room. I’d sucked off a couple of queers but was still hungry for young straight dick- like in the shorts of the stud youngsters playing hackey-sack nearby- six damned-good-lookers horsing around- clean cut older teens stripped to their waists, their young muscles rippling in the late day sun. They had a big frisky dog with them and looked like they were having a great time. Now I don’t normally cruise gangs of teenage guys. Too many of them are hot-tempered sissy beaters. But I have to admit I’m a dirty old cocksucker and there’s nothing I like better than to get my tongue root-deep in a young jock’s asshole. Not that I get much chance, middle-aged pig that I am. My beer-gut bulged in a ridiculously skimpy nylon jogging suit. I liked to get naked quickly and pinch my tits while I sucked dick in public johns. The type of guys that let me chew on their puds in toilets didn’t give a fuck what I looked like, but what I looked like was an asshole. I was so drunk and horny I could suck off each of the foot-baggers right out in public. The hottest lad was a slim ripped champ with a brown crewcut and thick dark eyebrows over squinting green eyes. His lips were very full, his white teeth bared with the exertion of the game. He was wearing a pair of blue spandex trunks that showed his fat dick plainly. There was also a tough-looking blond his age or a little older that kept spitting and cursing. His hunky pecs were round slabs over the bricks of his stomach. His crotch bulged in cutoff jeans.

The brown-haired dude knew I was watching him. I was checking out his round ass every time he bent over. He was a lean muscled brute but his glutes were out of proportion to his tight frame- a hefty bubble-butt, solid but with more than a little baby fat running through it. I’m a bottom feeder not a butt-fucker, and I knew the kid was all man, but the other guys noticed me cruising his rump like I thought he was a bitch, and he turned around and gave me the finger. I smiled and blew him a kiss. I was thinking how I’d like to suck a big fat boy turd from his hot teen pooper. The best shit I ever ate was out of a toilet at a public park, fresh from a young jock’s asshole. It didn’t occur to me that I could be in danger from these youngsters.

Finally he got steamed and came over to hawk up a big phlegm-wad right in my face, “Stop lookin’ at me fag!”

I was already in heat, but His snot dripping from my chin made me go wild. I lapped it into my bitch mouth and said, “I was just thinkin’ how much I’d like to suck your dick.”

That really pissed off the sexy teen. His cheeks fanned hot red and his big chest blazed. “Fuck you faggot! You want me to punch your face in?”

“We can do that too. It will be more fun if you let me blow you first.” Actually I like young guys to kick my ass after, or even instead of, letting me blow them. Proves they’re straight and gets me off! Fortunately it only happens when I’m shit-faced drunk. His dick was full grown. Head like a mallet. It rode along his left thigh nestled in a clump of sweet fat testicles. It made the faggot cocksucker in me sit up and beg!

“Please show me your dick and punch my lights out! I love to have young athletes jack my jaw! The fewer the teeth, the better I suck! I’ll lick your asshole and let you shit on me. You can do absolutely anything to me. Please use me!”

He spat on me again. “Fucked up cocksucker! Pervert!” He acted like he was going to punch me but then threw up his hands. I could see he wanted to hurt me and I suddenly wanted it to be in the gonads. My favorite public humiliation is to have beefy straight guys show their contempt by punting my pigskin. He was so fucking mad I knew I could make him kick me. I dropped to my knees before him. I turned around and pulled myself out of my flimsy shorts. “Please kick my nuts, sir! Crush my balls with your ALL-STAR FOOT.” That did it. He lost all control and let fly, wasting my nuts with his instep, mashing them flat against my pudgy thigh. He kicked me twice more then spit on me again. He seemed to realize that he had been manipulated and it enraged him even further. I was in heaven. My nuts ached like two boils. He returned to the other guys and told them what I had asked him to do. They sneered at me but no one else came over. God my nuts were sore! I’d piss blood out my dick for sure after this.

I loved to have straight guys ring my bell and humiliate me in public. Sometimes I waited in the locker room at the public pool and when young stoner dudes were naked and alone, changing into their suits, I offered them cash to wipeout my balls with their bare feet. I’ve had the cops called on me a couple of times, but sometimes they took the money. Maybe If I’d paid this boy he wouldn’t have felt so angry. Finally they resumed their play. It was getting pretty rough, my pissed-off nut-kicker slamming into his teammates as he swerved recklessly for the bag. In his boiling rage he accidentally kicked the hacke-sack into the river. The other guys were pissed. Where were they going to find a bag?

Just then I noticed a pockmarked fat guy about 35 rubbing his crotch discreetly on the nearby jogging trail. He was checking me out. I forgot about the kids and cruised him back licking my lips then slipped into the john and pulled off my clothes. By the time he came in I was naked, on my knees in a stall, my gear draped over the toilet. He was surprised but it didn’t bother him, all he wanted was a quick headjob. He was ugly but I didn’t care. He dug his hand into the front of his stretch pants, pulled out a fat semi-hard dong and presented it to my face. His crotch was ripe and I could smell his dirty ass. That was fine by me. I was hot to face down raw peter. I took the bloated prick in my mouth and began to suck.

I had barely begun when the door swung open and the young athletes banged into the john. The dog came with them, a stud boxer type, led by the blond boy.

“Get the fuck out of here, faggot before I smash your face in,” the dog’s master growled at the man I was blowing. He yanked himself away from me, straightened his pants and took off. I started to grab my clothes, suddenly frightened.

“ Don’t move” the crew cut boy commanded me. He was holding a mean-looking knife. “I can do anything I want to you, right, dicksucker?”

My nuts were churning. The unreal situation and the proximity of the sweating boys was knotting up my prostrate. I could feel that I was getting ready to cum. “Yes, sir,” I answered.

“We need a bag and I’m going to take your nut-bag, fruit! I’m gonna cut it off and me and my buddies are going to play hacke-sack with it. If you try to stop me I’ll kick your ass and say you tried to fuck me and all these guys will back me up.”

The boys all started roaring with laughter.

“Cool, Jason! Cut the fag!”

“Castrate that cocksucker! Yeah

Suddenly I realized how I had fucked up. Why had I come on to the boy? I could see that he meant business. Jason grabbed my sore nuts and pulled me to my feet. A muscle bound redhead put me in a chokehold while two others held my arms. The crew cut nut kicker tied twine tightly around my nut sack and the base of my dick. On my nuts he tied a second knot below the first.

I wanted to beg him to stop but I was in a submissive euphoria, my orgasm imminent. My dick ballooned up hard and I said, “Do it, god boy.” He was a god, all testosterone, sweat and rage; I had always dreamed of being neutered but was too scared to go through with it. He had taken possession of my naked body and was going to make me live my dream. Staring into my eyes he grabbed hold of my nuts, yanked them taut and whacked them clean off. The twine held and the severed sack remained tightly closed. Then just as my knot burst, the blond haired young thug boy took hold of my aching cock squeezing it off at the root. “You’ve fucked your last butt, faggot,” he said and my orgasm backfired into my gut as he sliced my dick off. Neither wound bled much as they had tied the stubs so well. He held the wretched puffy meat up for his friends to see. They laughed and spat at it. “They could probably sew this back on,” he said. “But you know what? My dog’s hungry.” With that he pitched my severed prick to the floor and the big dog snatched it up. I was horrified to see my dickhead sticking from the stud dog’s maul as he ground the bloody stump end in his powerful jaw. He was obviously pleased with his snack. In a moment my manhood was in his gut. He lapped at the blood on the floor.

“See ya, Dickless!” the blond laughed and the boys filed out of the john “Hope you like bein’ a bitch!” the crewcut stud said as he slammed the toilet door, leaving me a nutless and dickless and very frustrated faggot bleeding from my crotch in a public men’s room. In shock I pulled my clothes on and stumbled outside.

The youngsters were having a great time as they played with lusty vigor. I heard the smack of their new hacke-sack as it landed on a flexed instep, then saw the boy, Jason, give my severed nutsack a kick that sent it flying above the stud boy’s heads. It never had a chance to touch the ground. All the young men were eager to kick my nuts to paste just for the fun of their sport. I could feel the emptiness in my crotch as I watched the boy’s play. I was grateful to them. MORE TO COME.