I was visiting Burlington, VT in the late 70's. Not far from my motel was a small sports bar tucked back from the main road. Needing to unwind after a long day on the road calling on customers, I figured I would check it out. I had no thoughts of looking for companionship or sex, just a couple of cool drinks.

Typical bar, counter at one side, pool table in center, and small tables around. A bunch of rowdy locals populated the bar. I bellied up to the bar and ordered a beer. By the time I finished, I needed to head to the john.

As I walked into the bathroom, I found a line of men snaking up to the one stall. There was a couple of urinals to the side, but nobody was using them. I tapped the shoulder of the guy in front of me, and asked as he turned, "Are the urinals broke?"

He looked back at me and said, "Nuh, we're having a friendly game of Pig On The Throne." He cocked his head forward, and I looked around to the front of the line. There was one guy seated on the toilet. Each guy in the line walked up to him in turn, flopped out his dick, and shoved it into his mouth. As they did; I could see the guy on the john, who I assumed was the Pig On The Throne, working their dick with a frenzy. His mouth puffed in and out as they slid their dick into every corner of his mouth. His throat contracted as he swallowed an endless supply of spit and pre-cum. His cheeks were coated on each side with wet streaks of spit and cum. Strings of white overflow dripped down his chin, and pooled into his own crotch. He must be liking it I thought because he was sprouting a huge erection.

I considered myself as a heterosexual. Sure, I had taken blow jobs from both male and female hitchhikers, and had occasionally opened the car door to a lot lizard or two when sleeping in the rest area. I should have been repulsed by the scene in front of me, but it was intoxicating. Several of the guys waiting in line had their dicks out, and were pumping them to get an erection ready for their turn. One or two were playing grab ass with the guy in front of them. They all seemed oblivious to my presence. As I stood there, the sights combined with the smells of lust, sweaty dicks and flowing cum to awaken a lust within my own dick. As it swelled, I knew I wanted in.

I asked the guy in front of me, "Can anyone get in on this?" He smiled and nodded. My own dick was getting uncomfortable in its confined space, so I unzipped and hauled it out. Taking my place at the end of the line, I started jacking to prime the pump.

As I got closer to the head of the line, I could better see the action. The guy on the Throne had a crazed look of lust on his face, a lust for cum. As each dick came within reach, he practically pounced on it. While there were a variety of sizes in line, he didn't seem to have any problems with any of them. If you were short, he swallowed you whole, right to the balls. If you were too long to accommodate, he wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft as far as he was willing to go and jacked the shaft. Judging by the placement of his hand, he could accommodate a lot. When each guy climaxed, you could see their ass twitching as they drove to the max. The pig's throat rippled as he swallowed spurt after spurt of each load. A little excess would escape, and join the drool down his chin. When the guy had finished unloading his balls, he would withdraw his dick and ritually slap his slime covered member across the pig's cheeks.

When it was my time, I stepped up to the pig. He gave me a quick glance showing his blue eyes burning with cum lust. My dick already was at full staff. He swallowed it in one gulp. The tightness of his lips on my shaft was better than any pussy I had fucked recently, and almost as good as some of the asses I remembered. As my lust built under his sucking, I reached forward and pushed his head further down on my pole. He straightened up, letting my dick plop out of his mouth. I heard someone mutter "No touching. That's part of the Rules." I removed my offending hand, and he went back to sucking on my dick. In a few minutes, I unloaded wad after wad down his talented throat. As I withdrew, I remembered to smack my slimy dick across his cheeks. He smiled up in appreciation of following the rules.

As soon as I moved aside, another guy quickly took my place. I went over to the sink and washed my hands, and dried off my dick with a quick swipe of rough, brown paper towel. I returned to the bar for another drink. Seemingly having participated in their game made me "One of the Boys". I spent the rest of the night drinking and playing pool with the regulars. As I left, they reminded me to come back soon.

The next day, I made my sales calls as usual. The events of the previous evening keep replaying in my mind. I was scheduled to head down to Concord, NH for the next day, but ended up calling the office to reschedule tomorrow's calls. I explained I had more business to finish in Burlington.

After returning to my motel and cleaning up for the night, I headed down to the bar. As soon as I walked in the door, I was warmly greeted like a long lost son returning home. I saw one of the guys I had met the night before, and whispered to him, "Any action going on in the bathroom?"

He smiled, and replied "We got a whole new game of Pig On The Throne for tonight." I was happy.

After a few beers, I headed over to the bathroom. When I entered, I was amazed that there was nobody else there. Figuring I was just early, I took a quick piss. While I was standing at the urinal, the door opened. Several of the guys from last night entered. I realized the game was just about to begin, and wondered who was going to be tonight's Pig On The Throne.

Before I even had a chance to zip up, I was grabbed from behind. Several guys reached over to start yanking the clothes off of me. When I opened my mouth to protest, a rag was stuffed in it to silence me. Standing there with just my shoes and socks on, I trembled in fear. The guy I had spoken to earlier pushed me toward the toilet stall. I shook my head in protest.

Grabbing my hair, he yanked it backward. In a menacing voice, the guy holding me said, "Tonight's your turn on the Throne, Pig. The Rules say you get the first night free, but if you return the second, you must be a pig. We know how to treat pigs."

Finally managing to work the rag out of my mouth, I spite it on the floor. I pleaded with them, "There's been a mistake, guys. I can't do this. I'm straight. I'm no good at it."

The leader of the pack laughed, "No mistake, and you will do this. After all, we're all straight. That don't mean we can't enjoy a little friendly blow job between pals." He continued, "If you wanted into the game, you should have asked the Rules in advance. You owe, and tonight you're going to pay, one way or another." To emphasize his meaning, he grabbed my ass. I realized it would be far worse to get ass raped by these horny guys than to suck off a few dicks.

I took my position on the Throne. The first guy stepped up, unzipped his pants, and hauled out a flaccid dick. I leaned forward and closed my lips over it. I had expected to be repulsed by the taste and feel, but I was surprised. The skin was warm and silky. There was a vague saltiness to the taste, and a hint of past piss. However, as the dick slipped into my mouth, it began to pulsate with the inflow of blood. I must have paused too long because someone smacked me on the back of the head with a sharp "Get sucking, pig!" I ran my tongue along the underside of this strange dick, and was rewarded with a forward thrust. Gagging as it hit the back of my throat, I remember last night's pig. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and allowed only as much as I could handle into my mouth. I started to bob up and down on the dick while sucking in my cheeks.

My actions were soon rewarded with the first drops of pre-cum. It was weird, but the juice flowing from the head of the dick seemed to increase my passion. I was still not prepared for the first blast of cum. I coughed around the dick pressing and spitting into my mouth. Cum spewed everywhere, dribbling down my chin. I could feel it dripping into my own crotch. The combination of senses awoke more passion, and my dick started to rise out of the puddle of cum in my lap. The first guy withdrew his dick, and slapped both cheeks with his slime coated cock.

I barely had time to smile before the next dick was shoved into my face. I immediately started to suck it. This guy was already excited. Evidently he had been jacking his cock in line. It was hard, and curved upward sharply. Each jab hit the roof of my mouth rather than my throat. I quickly grabbed it and steady the action. I felt it swell this time before the eruption and was prepared for his shot. This load had a different taste. I could almost taste cigarettes and beer. I swirled part of the load around my mouth as he withdrew and slapped his dick on my cheeks leaving trails of cummy wetness.

I managed to swallow it before the next dick was offered to me. This was one of the short ones. I took its full length into my mouth, and began to run my lips back and forth up the shaft. Despite his smaller size, he had amazing staying power. My jaw was beginning to ache a little before I was rewarded with a king size flow of cum. It didn't shoot like the others, but just keep flowing out of his piss slit. For a second, I was almost afraid he was pissing in my mouth. But as it coated my tongue, my taste buds let my brain know it was sweet cum. I greedily drank it down. I was beginning to lose myself to the lust of cum.

After the first five guys, I was allowed a short break. I couldn't get off the throne, but I was offered a swig of cool beer and a chance to massage my aching jaw. After two minutes, the next guy stepped up without a word and thrust his dick forward. As I grabbed it to steer it into my mouth, I asked my new friends, "According to the Rules, how often can I be the Pig On The Throne?" The only response was a few chuckles. The guy in front of me simply said, "Suck it, Pig!" Well, those are the rules.

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