Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2009 23:06:34 -0500
From: Wolf <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Motel Slut (gay/adult you, b/MMM...)
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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic
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Motel Slut
By
Wolf
I was no stranger to male sex the day I visited
the Motel located on the State Highway. I had been
raised by my father. I never knew my mother; she
had run off with another man before I was out of
dippers.
Two guys living alone, there was no modesty.
Dad paraded around naked all of the time. We slept
together and sex became a part of our life. It
started with me playing with his cock. He didn't stop
me, and it progressed from there. I found I was
attracted to cocks.
I was seeking out boys that like to have their
cocks sucked before I started school. There was no
problem finding guys to suck, after the word got
around that I liked cocks. Teenagers would seek me
out and offer me money and other favors if I
serviced them.
When I was 9-years old a couple of teenagers
that I was suck cocks for were talking about the
motel on the State Highway. They were saying that
the only customers it had were men because it was a
gay motel. They said that they had heard that the
place was full of men that lied to have sex with boys.
Now that really got my attention.
I thought about it for days. I wondered how I
could find out if the stories were true. One of the
things I was told was that they had a game room
where there were pool tables and arcade games. I
figured that if I played the arcade games I could
find out if there was any truth to the stories.
One afternoon I walked I walked to the
highway, dressed in shorts, sneakers and a "Pokemon"
T-shirt. I had to work up the nerve to enter the
recreation room. I deliberately avoided the office, in
case they would chase off an unregistered youth.
When I entered the room I stood there for a
moment looking around. The room was empty at the
time. I saw the one pool table, several arcade games
lined up against a wall. There was Packman, Pinball
machines. I moved to the packman machine and
dough a couple of quarters out of my pocket and
started playing the packman game. I finally noticed
the stench of stale cigarette smoke in the room.
After a game I picked up a pool cue and started
playing a little eight ball by myself. While I was
playing a man walked in.
He actually seemed surprised to see me there.
He started talking to me. He wanted to know if I was
there by myself. When I told him "Yeah" he asked
me if I would like to see something he had in his
room. I was all for it. I was hoping what he had in
there, was a man's cock.
He led me to room B-1. He opened it up and we
entered the room. It was a clean room a little larger
than a normal bedroom. It had a large bed with a
couple of end tables and a television actually
attached to the wall. Obviously they did that to
prevent theft. The only other door I could see must
have been a bathroom. I could smell the disinfectant
coming from under the door.
The man was looking me over like I was his
favorite dinner. He told me that I had a cute figure
and how much he liked boys with hair as long as mine.
He said my lips looked look so puffy, he wanted to
kiss them. He complemented me for having a sweet
little bulbuls butt. He was feeling my ass.
When I didn't protest he dropped his pants and
underwear. He had a half hard-on. It was starting to
come to life. He had a lot of pubic hair on his pubic
area and down his legs. His scrotum was swinging
between his legs with dark hairs all over the sack. I
never took my eyes off his cock as it became fully
erect.
The man kissed me on the mouth and then
placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me to
my knees. When I was eye level with that stiff cock
I took hold of it and guided it to my mouth. I sucked
on his cock until he wrapped both hands around the
back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat,
so that I had to swallow his cum. While I was still
sucking on his cock there was a knock at the door.
The guy pulled his cock out on my mouth. His
pants were around his knees so he had to waddle to
the door to answer it. I was shocked that he would
answer the door with his cock exposed. There were
two black men at the door. It was obvious they did
not expect to see a youngster in his room. When
they entered the room they both opened their pants
to expose cocks worthy of a horse.
They asked me if I wanted to have sex with
both of them at the same time. I could not believe I
had stumbled into a horny gay boys dream. Here I
was in a place that was full of randy men. I was
happy to take the largest cock in my mouth while the
other guy pulled my shorts down along with my
underwear so that he could spit on my asshole. I had
already been fucked in the ass by my father, but this
thing, made my father's cock look like a child's dick.
While they were using me I was jacking off the first
guy. Before they were finished I got to taste all of
their cum and they had all fucked my ass. It was
dark by the time I pulled up my shorts and waddled
home.
After that incident I visited the motel
regularly. One evening, I was heading my normal
route towards the motel, a car stopped parallel to the
curb. The guy asked me if I needed a ride. I told
him that I was headed for the motel on the highway.
He told me he lived there. He opened the passenger
door for me, so I got in. As we were headed in that
direction he told me his name was Jim. He told me
that he had thought I was a girl from behind, at
first.
I told him that I got that a lot. He smiled at
me, and I noticed he was sporting a noticeable bulge
in his pants. He asked me, "Do you know what kind of
a motel that is?"
I smiled shyly at him, without answering. I was
hoping he would get the message. Boy did he! She
told me he wanted to show me his room and a nice
surprise. He parked the car in front of room A-3.
When he opened the door I was well acquainted
with the appointment of the rooms. But because he
was a permanent resident he had a wardrobe closet.
It turned out he had an extensive costume collection.
He selected several items he figured were my size.
The first item he wanted me to put on was tight little
pink panties with white lace on the legs holes. I
asked him who they were for and he said they were
for me. While I was shedding my cut-offs shorts he
was continuing to select items for me. While I was
pulling up the pink panties up over my round butt, he
was laying out the rest of the costume. There was no
doubt what he wanted me to look like.
There were white knee socks, black "Mary-
Jane's" shoes, a short gray and blue plaid skirt, white
blouse, that had a lace trimmed collar and a gray
neck-tie. The idea of dressing up like a school girl
turned me on. At least I didn't need a wig. It was
easy to put a blue hair ribbon around the head so that
my bangs showed.
By the time I was dressed up he had on a little
eye makeup and pink lipstick. He stood back and
admired how much I looked like Catholic a school girl.
He led me towards the bedroom. I thought I was
about to get laid, but instead he led me through a
glass sliding door to a patio where a number of men
were standing around barbecuing meat and drinking a
variety of mixed drinks. They were all dressed
casually. A couple of them were in skimpy bathing-
suits and lounging around a pool. A number of them
were dancing with each other. There was a lot of
kissing and feeling of each other going on.
I was embarrassed at being seen dressed like a
school-girl. That changed very quickly enough when I
saw that I was quickly the center of attraction.
There were men standing around me. I could not even
count the number of hands feeling up my ass. Men
were practically standing in line to kiss me. I was in a
gay boy's heaven. Cocks were produced for me to
suck on. I drank enough cum to fill a beer mug.
When the party was getting into full orgy swing, my
host led me back to his bedroom and closed the door.
My blouse and pleated skirt was a bit rumpled
and cum splattered. It did not matter because he
saw to it that I was stripped down to my lace panties
in no time. He placed me on the bed on my back.
I watched him remove all of his clothes. He was
a nice looking man. I suspect that he was about 35-
years old. He had a walrus mustache that turned me
on when he kissed me. His body had just the right
amount of hair to be sexy. His chest had some hair
between his picks. The tummy was not ripped like a
weight lifter but it was flat, and so was his ass. His
un-cut cock was pure eye candy. He mounted me in a
69 so that we could suck each other. He only wanted
to do that long enough to be sure we were both fully
aroused.
What he wanted to do next was fuck me. He
placed me in the missionary position and placed my
heels on his shoulders. He pulled the panties aside to
expose my little pink opening. I watched him pull
back the foreskin to expose the wet mushroom head.
My ass was stretched to the limit as he forced it into
my ass. He fucked me until he was sweating all over
my face. I felt him jerk and knew he was squirting
cum into my ass. He allowed me to shower and get
dressed before he drove me home to meet my father.
When he talked to me afterwards he decided I
would like to meet some of his friends I had never
met. He made arrangement over the phone for us to
visit them. It was a Saturday evening when Dad
drove us to the home of his friend's. It was located
in the projects. It was enough to make me nervous; I
had only seen bad news about what went on in the
projects on the news.
Turns out he wanted to find out how I would
deal with five tough black guys. We parked the car in
front of an outdoor basketball court. It was a
makeup game. Dad watched as we played 3 on 3. As
the game progressed I felt hands all over my ass.
More than a few time I felt big paws groping my
crotch. There was no way I was able to play against
guys that large. They were mush taller and they
probably outweighed me by 100-pounds. I was being
knocked around with ease.
They were all wearing sweat-suits like
professional basketball players wear. All of them
were sporting bulges down the legs of their sweat
pants. Amazingly, they were not even hard yet. The
only reason my side was in the game was because we
had the four player team. I had been grouped so
much I had a boner making the front of my shorts
stick straight out. After the game was over, the
seven of us headed to the apartment of one of the
guys.
As soon as we closed the door the five guys did
an NBA move and pulled the sweats off in one jerk.
The sides must have been held together with Velcro.
Just as I had thought they didn't even have jock-
straps on. They were fully erect by that time. All of
their cocks were cut, but they all looked like black
youth baseball bats to me. As intrigued as I was by
the size of their cocks they frightened me. I was
blushing like a school girl.
When I looked for my dad I saw that he had
also removed his pants and was stroking up a hard
one. When the five guys noticed I was still dressed
they got a little rough with me. They ripped my
shorts off of me and pulled my T-shirt over my head
by grabbing the shoulders of the shirt and dropped
me out like shaking potatoes out of a bag. When I
was naked they forced me to my knees. I sucked five
cocks and got five big cocks up my as that evening.
Before we left the apartment four other occupants
of the complex used my mouth and ass.
When it was all over my shorts were past
repairing, to put back on. I was forced to stretching
my T-shirt down past my ass to walk back to the car.
The drive home I was sucking dad's cock all of the
way. I had to shower before going to bed with dad. I
was wondering what was in store for me next.
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