Puerto Vallarta Load Count: A Slow Night at Studs

In order to keep the individuals in this story anonymous, I've changed a few things. Now, grab  your cum-rag, because this story is going to make you cream your pants. 

Sometimes you're just horny. And in Puerto Vallarta, you can get some any day of the week. So,  this Monday, I ventured to Studs Leather Bar. Why? I want to know how many loads you can  swallow at Studs on a slow night. 

So, I got ready and headed to the bar. 

The Empty First Floor 

Upon entering, I noticed I was the only one on the first floor. So, I headed upstairs. There were  five guys, including the bartender and me. 

I walk up to the bar to spark a conversation with the bartender. 

He walks out of the bar to hug me and says, "It's good to see you. What are you up to?" "I'm horny and just really want to suck dick," I reply as I lean in to reciprocate the hug. 

The dark red lights of the venue and the thumping music give this bar an exciting feeling, like  anything is possible. In my opinion, it's always felt more like a sex club than a bar. 

As we hug, the bartender whispers, "Let me introduce you to a friend." 

He gestures to a friend who's standing nearby, and he begins making his way towards us. 

He introduces us and says, "This is James. I told him about your large cock, and he said he wants  to suck on it." 

Excited, he quickly lowers his shorts. His hard, large cock hits my thigh with force as he lowers  them. 

I quickly get on my knees, eager but with a need to taste it first. I start slowly, licking with my  tongue, getting it wet and savoring it before I engulf it with my mouth.

As I do this, two anonymous guys decide to join and whip out their meaty cocks and eagerly  await their turn. 

I line them up so each one points at my face, ready for my mouth when it's their turn. But I also  make sure no one waits too long. I bring them closer and try to get all three inside at once. 

Then, I return to the bartender's friend and work his meat for a while. The other two guys start  jacking off as they watch and begin to tell me, "Me voy a venir" (I'm going to cum, in Spanish). 

One guy cums on the cock I'm currently sucking, and I make sure to slurp it up. The other guy  grabs my face and makes sure he shoots directly in my mouth. 

Both guys zip up and take off. I look up with a smile on my face, and the hung dude says to me  in Spanish, "I'm going to grab a drink. I'll meet you in the darkroom in a few minutes." 

A Few Minutes Later 

I head to the darkroom. It's not busy. One couple gets it on nicely as I watch. 

And while I wait for the bartender's friend to show up, a tall, handsome, bearded man walks in  and slowly approaches me. 

He starts rubbing his crotch as he looks in my direction. I get closer, and he puts both hands on  my shoulders. And with that gesture, I get back down on my knees. 

His cock is clean-shaven, long, and perfectly straight. He grabs my face and quickly thrusts it as  deep as possible. But it hits the back of my throat and makes me gag unexpectedly. He likes that  he can make me gag. He does it several times, and I start to pant, breathing in desperately. 

He beats at my throat with his man meat, and I try to pull away, but it turns him on even more,  and I feel his cock squirt his seed as I do so. It's so much cum it overflows. I feel it drenching the  back of my throat and coming out of my mouth, dripping all over my chin. 

I thanked him for a fun time as he left the darkroom. 

Enter Bartender's Friend 

The bartender's friend walks into the darkroom and sits in the corner, man-spreading. His face is  more serious than it was upstairs. 

He grabs my face and sticks his tongue deep in my mouth. He pushes my face down, and I  engulf his cock. 

I use my tongue to work my magic. I like watching a guy squirm as I blow him. His head falls  back, and I hear him gasp.

I'm deepthroating him, and his cock has enough of a curve to keep me from gagging. I do it over  and over again. My eyes start to water, but I don't care. 

As I continue to impale my throat, he suddenly holds me down, ensuring every inch is inside of  me. I feel his cock engorge and pulse hard. It pulses several times before he lets me go. 

He takes his cock out of my mouth, zips up, and says, "You like sucking a big dick, don't you?"  and walks out of the darkroom. With a smile, I think to myself, "Hell yeah, I do!" 

So, how many loads can you swallow on a slow night at Studs?

The answer is four.