Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 21:10:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: hatefulevilscumface@yahoo.com
Subject: Bagged Boy Part 4

If you're under eighteen, don't read.  If you don't like man
on man sex action, go away.  If you do like gay amateur
erotic fiction, then you are in the right place.

Bagged Boy: Dream Fuck.

 Unpopular at the supermarket he's a bagger at, Neal is
drugged by coworker at a party and used sexually by him and four
other coworkers, Billy, Fitz, Ivan, and Paul.  So far we know he
blew Ivan while semi-conscious and was fucked by Billy while
Lucky also orchestrated Ivan getting fucked by Paul while blowing
Fitz.
 After the party, Neal has also been fucked by Lucky at work
whenever Lucky can arrange it, spit roasted by Fitz and Paul
while he was supposed to be bringing in carts, and made a deal to
provide sexual release for Billy that was consummated first on
the hood of Billy's Camaro while they were heading to see Melody,
Neal's girlfriend.
This is what happened next that night at the party and at work...
It had been a weird Saturday for Neal, our hot little swim team
and track star with the great body and brown spiky hair.  He's
been invited to three parties.  His by the book attitude at work
and inability to lie for his lazier coworkers made him unpopular
on the job.  It also led indirectly to his getting a sex life and
Neal is pretty sure that is how he got the invites for this
weekend's parties.  Not that he thinks anyone he's servicing
would admit they've had sex with Neal.  He just thinks they want
Neal handy at a party in case they're drunk and horny and don't
score with a girl!
Today alone Neal got a real workout.  Billy gave Neal a ride in
for their shifts and had fucked him hard on a blanket beside
Billy's car.  Then Fitz had intercepted him before he could clock
in so Neal could give Fitz a quick BJ by the dumpster.  Paul had
gotten a quick turn up Neal's ass during Neal's lunch and Lucky
did him when they were supposed to be putting product back on the
shelves.  No wonder Neal was exhausted!
Neal heads straight home after work and after a quick and highly
edited version of his day for his parents and some scorn from
both his older and younger brothers, Damon and Kip, before they
head off to parties themselves, Neal heads off to bed.  He hopes
for a good eight hours sleep and perhaps even no dreams.  Neal
gets neither.
First up are the dreams.  Two weeks ago they would have been
nightmares but now they probably would have Neal shooting off in
his sleep.  In this one, everyone who has fucked him gets a turn
at him all in a row and he's also reliving every blowjob he's
given.  It's almost too much of a turnon and even though Neal
knows it's a dream it's driving him wild.
Then things shift and the dozen classmates and coworkers fade and
Neal is in his bed in the dark.  The feeling of incredible sex
doesn't fade.  That's because Neal's not alone in his bed and
that other person is sucking on his cock!
"What?" is all Neal can manage as he enjoys only the second BJ
he's been on the receiving end of.  He's lost track of how many
times he's sucked dick himself but there was only one other time
that Neal was given head.  He reaches for his lamp to see who has
snuck into his room to do this but the silhouetted cocksucker
slaps his hand down and Neal doesn't try again.  Why risk the guy
stopping, and it is indeed a guy.  Even if the shape weren't male
there is a very hard cock hitting Neal's leg every so often as
he's given a very vigorous knob polishing.
Neal is trying to keep as quiet as possible, not wanting his
brothers or parents to investigate any noise, but it becomes
difficult when his mystery partner moves Neal's body so he can
now tongue and suckle at Neal's balls.  His cock isn't ignored,
it's jacked now rather than sucked but still feels great.  Neal
doesn't even mind when his ass is lifted higher so this oral
friend can start rimming him.  Neal has never been rimmed, always
having given up to now, and now he understands why everyone else
likes it.  Neal thinks he could cum just from the tongue up his
ass.

"No," Neal manages weakly when his lover crawls up his body,
letting Neal's feet land on his shoulders.  Neal knows what's
coming now and almost doesn't want it.  Sure, Lucky, Paul, and
especially Billy feel great fucking him now that he's so used to
it but the setting is wrong for it.  This is his room, his
private space.  This is where Neal has come for two weeks to get
away from being used as a gay fuck toy.  Now this uninvited
visitor is going to put an end to it.

"Yes," is all that's said in response in a whisper so hoarse Neal
has no chance of recognizing who is speaking.  That's quickly
followed by a long but not thick and very, very hard cock
piercing his hole.  Neal bites his lip to keep in a groan of
pleasure even as he remembers a situation almost identical to
this one...
It had been the night that started it all.  Neal had just been
royally fucked by Billy while he watched Fitz and Paul spit roast
another of their coworkers, Ivan.  Neal had been very upset when
Billy pulled his softening dick out of his hole, about that and
having blown Ivan.  Neal had gladly accepted a drink from Lucky,
rightly guessing it was a very alcoholic drink and that's the
last Neal had known for a spell.  He was out like a light in
moments. When Neal woke the room was dark...
...and he was not alone in the bed!  There was someone in the bed
with him and in an act that would be repeated weeks later was
giving Neal head.  A small part of his brain screamed that this
was wrong, that he'd been drugged, and that this was a guy
swallowing his cock.  The other ninety-nine percent told that
small part to shut the fuck up because the feeling of a warm, wet
mouth on his dick felt just too good to object.  The small part
of his brain then sulked and shut up.
It was everything Neal dreamed a BJ would be and more!  As good
as it felt to have Billy fuck him (and it shocked Neal even in
his groggy state to have that thought) the bobbing head in his
crotch felt so much better.  In too short a time Neal groaned
loudly, grabbed the head doing the work, and shot his third load
of the night down a gulping throat.  Neal laid back and tried to
regain his breath, vaguely aware that his hard cock didn't stop
being hard.  That was when he felt calloused hands grab his
ankles then lift and separate his legs.
"Oh god, no.  Not this again," Neal slurred but he made no move
to stop what was coming.  He just groaned again as a second cock
penetrated his ass in a long, slow push.  Neal cannot believe how
good it felt.  It shouldn't have felt this good, is what he
thinks.  Every nerve of Neal's body feels like it's tingling as
whoever's fucking him now just lets his hard cock stay in to the
hilt.  Neal still has no idea he's been drugged to feel extra-
sensual.  All he knows at this point is that it's screwing with
his head.
"Stop," he weakly pleads in the dark.  "I don't want-" The boy on
top of him laughs.
"Don't want what, Neal?" he's asked.  "Don't want me to start
fucking?"  And he does.  It's a slow withdrawal, leaving only the
cockhead inside Neal's body.  And Neal moans softly as he does
it.
"Don't point out you're as hard as a rock?"  An unseen hand goes
between Neal's legs and wraps itself around Neal's cock, which is
as hard as it has ever been.  Neal is a bit amazed because he
remembers how hard he came from Billy fucking him.  From his
masturbatory experiences Neal doesn't think he should be hard
again so soon, let alone this hard.
"Don't lie to yourself, Neal.  You want this as badly as I do and
it feels just as great on your end."  With that, the boy starts
fucking Neal hard and the boy on bottom has to admit that it does
feel better than it has any right to.  Neal's main problem is
letting go of the shame that what is feeling so good is something
so gay.  Before tonight he never had a gay thought in his life
and now he's clutching at the bed sheets and biting his lip and
arching his back so that more of the invading cock can thrust
into him.
Neal finally just lets go and lets his body do what it's been
begging to do.  His powerful lean legs wrap around the middle of
his fucker and Neal's arms wrap around the upper torso still
wreathed in shadow.  There's a chuckle from the unseen boy
fucking Neal but it's a throaty laugh as filled with sex as it is
mirth.  Neal thought the ass pounding he was getting was severe
before this point but now it goes into true over drive.
That's it for Neal as he blasts an unheard of fourth load between
their bodies and tightens his legs into a death grip.  That seems
to have done it for his lover as with a guttural moan he shoots
his load deep inside in Neal's ass, nibbling at Neal's neck as he
does.
After the stranger's softening dick is pulled from Neal's ass and
Neal starts drifting off to sleep again, Neal barely hears the
boy's parting words.
"We will be doing this again," he's warned and Neal finds himself
wondering if the same lover is the one who has invaded his
bedroom tonight.  He forgets that thought for a moment as this
stranger's mouth finds his and a tongue invades Neal's mouth as
forcefully as the hard dick is invading his ass.  No, Neal
decides as his arms start feeling up this boy's body, this is not
the same kid.  Neal has become quite the connoisseur of the way
different dicks feel up his ass and this one is thicker and
longer than that one was.  It's hitting spots inside Neal that
few of the others who use his ass reach.  That's why Neal cums
quicker with this one than the stranger that fucked him between
performances at the party.  The only real similarity is that his
orgasm triggers his lover's load as well and it's only moments
before the two sweaty boys are lying entwined with softening
dicks as they struggle to regain their breath.
It's only as the other staggers from Neal's bed, collecting
clothes he took off while Neal still slept that it occurs to Neal
that he could turn on his bedside lamp and discover who this one
was.
"Don't," the boy says in a whisper.  Since Neal can tell the boy
is dressing it shouldn't be a surprise that he can see Neal
reaching for the lamp.
"Why not?  Don't you think I deserve to know who woke me up in my
own bed, in my own house, with a wild fuck?"  The chuckle from
across the room tells Neal that he's right that his choice of
words gave away more about he's starting to feel about being
fucked than he wanted to.
"If you turn on that light," the boy answers in so soft a voice
Neal can hear it but still can't recognize it, "we will never do
this again.  If you want that, go ahead.  Turn it on."  Neal
almost does but realizes only Billy has managed to make him feel
that good while being fucked.  His hand falls away from the lamp
right before his latest mystery lover slips out of his bedroom
door.
And in his dreams Neal relives that fuck again that night...

To be cum-tinued...