Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 22:28:05 -0400
From: Danny Young <danny__youngone@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Cum Pig
The Cum Pig by Danny Young
A novella
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"You really are a cum pig, aren't you?", he said as he
turned my head toward the mirror of the dresser in his bed
room.
As I looked at the spooge which he had just shot all over my
face, I was in no position to disagree. My cum-covered lips
turned up in a smile proved his point.
As much as it's possible for a pig like me to be able to, I
love Mike. We had met about 2 weeks ago at a glory hole. He
was my first cock that day and I was hungry for it. He told
me later that my grunts of pleasure as I blew him made me a
stand out from all the other guys who had sucked him. He
said that's what a starving man must sound like after
spending 10 days in the desert. As I felt his cock get
harder and my tongue felt the tell-tale rising of his man
sap, I broke off his cock and said breathlessly, "On my
face!" A nanosecond later his first rope of cum landed on
the bridge of my nose. My favorite spot, because I could
kinda see it, and then later it would slowly run into the
edges of my mouth. The second and third spurts me on the
lips. Mmmmm. The fourth and fifth on my right cheek. Good.
I would have something to show when I walked home later,
although I was hoping 4 or 5 other guys would add their cum
later. And I would probably swallow a couple of loads for
good measure.
I sucked the last of the cum out of him, licked his cock
clean then I sat back on my heels. My hard cock was
throbbing. I wondered how long it would be before I allowed
myself to touch it this time. My record for not cumming was
6 days. I would have gone longer except it was actually
painful to have all that cum accumulating. Someone told me
straight guys call that "blue balls". On the other side of
the glory hole I heard the guy catching his breath. Then he
did something that shocked me. He spoke!
"Fuck you're good!". I silently accepted his recognition of
my life's work, but WTF?
"I mean really good! Wanna grab a beer somewhere?" I was
gob-smacked! The top never talks to the bottom at a glory
hole! Well, apart from, "Yeah take it all you cocksucker"
and other terms of endearment. The top just zips up and
leaves. Those are the rules. Plus this guy was asking me to
have a beer with him. Like a date or something.
"Well? You wanna?"
I felt the cum he splattered on the bridge
of my nose make its way to my mouth. I love that part of
the post-blow-job afterglow. He was spoiling things.
"C'mon. Let's go! Meet you outside" He said it not in a
Master/Slave way, but I got the impression he wasn't going
to take no for an answer. So I got to my feet, and left the
cubicle. After the darkness of the glory hole area, my eyes
blinked in the light of the porn shop, and the cum glistened
on my face. The clerk at the front of the store looked up
and saw that it was only me and went back to watching "The
Price is Right". The only other person in the store was this
guy about 25. In a quick appraisal, I figured he stood just
under 6-feet. He had black hair and blue eyes and looked
just fine in his tee and jeans. With a smile he said, "Hi".
That's all, "hi". And with that he turned on his heels and
started to walk out of the store. When he was almost at the
door, he turned back, and gave his head a jerk, indicating I
should follow him. I did.
I'm not going to go through all the usual "OMG! He was so
gorgeous" crap guys usually do. To me a guy is just a life
support system for a cock. And a cock is just a delivery
system for cum. But I will say he looked fine in the porn
shop. And that didn't change when we got outside.
"Let's go to that pub down the street", he said and began to
walk toward it. I knew the place he meant. The clientŠle
were mostly old, bitter fags. But it was close and I would
get a kick out of the reactions of the old queens when they
saw the cum on my face, branding me as the cum pig that I am
and then when they saw the guy I was with.
The street was quite busy with shoppers and people heading
out for lunch. I got some shocked glances from people who
saw the still wet cum on my face and recognized it for what
it was. My cock which had softened a bit at the shock of
being spoken to in a glory hole got hard again and tented my
skater shorts. I had been keeping my distance from the guy.
He was about 10 feet in front of me, when he turned around
stopped. He wanted me to catch up with him! I couldn't
believe it, but I did. He started walking again and I kept
pace.
"I'm Mike, by the way", he said offering me his hand which
I shook hesitantly. Considering I had his cock in my mouth
3 minutes ago, I don't know why I was so tentative.
"Danny", I said.
"You must be thirsty after all that work, Danny", he said
with a smile as we reached the pub. He winked at me. What
was it with this guy??!
The usual assortment of queens were on the patio. And as I
knew they would, first they looked down their noses at me
and then their jaws dropped when they saw the guy I was
with. I could almost feel their jealousy crash over me in
waves.
Mike went to a table in a corner closest to the sidewalk.
"This ok?", he asked. I sat down which told him it was fine.
So far I had uttered only one word, my name.
A waiter was there almost immediately. He sized me up for
what I am and took a long, and puzzled look at Mike.
"I'll have a Guinness. Danny?"
"Same", I said.
The waiter left. I could just imagine what he would tell the
bartender when he got back inside Personally I didn't care.
As Popeye says, I yam what I yam. But Mike. I couldn't
figure
him out. Then again, I didn't have much practice at figuring
guys out. I don't want to figure them out - I just want
them to whip their cocks out.
As we waited for out drinks, he turned his attention to me.
"Fuck Danny, that was amazing back there! Thanks", he
smiled.
"Thanks? THANKS?" What the fuck is up with this guy?
Now I want to tell you this doesn't turn into one of those,
"So he saw the error of his ways, stopped being a cum slut
and they lived happily ever after". I am still just as
committed to cum from as many guys as possible as I ever
was, and that's the whole point of this story, but this guy
sure was . well, I don't know what he was.
"You really got into it".
I shrugged. "I'm a cum pig", I said.
He smiled. "I got that impression. I've had my share of blow
jobs and they were all pretty good. Some guys are better
cocksuckers than others, but even a bad blow job is still
pretty good. But with you, I could almost sense you were
wishing the cum out of me. And the moans of pleasure as you
sucked me! I felt that my cock and cum were the center of
your universe. Fuck, I'm getting hard again thinking about
it."
The waiter picked that moment to arrive with our drinks.
Mike handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change.
Not a bad tip on a 14 dollar tab.
"Cheers!", Mike said as he took a sip, and after I had
licked his dry cum off my lips, I followed suit.
Putting down his glass he said, "I've had this fantasy for
quite a while and I think you're the guy who might help me
make it come true. I hope so" He smiled again.
I didn't say anything. Actually I don't ever say much. To
paraphrase Homer Simpson, "Can't talk. Sucking." But I was
interested. What kind of fantasy could this guy have? I
mean he was about as vanilla-looking a guy as I had ever
seen. He was obviously very middle class and probably went
to the right schools for the right profession and probably
was doing very nicely financially. In other words, an almost
text book 25 year old straight guy. Oh he was a fag alright,
at least I thought he was, but he was probably one of those
"Gee I can't wait until they change the laws in this state
so I can marry the man I love" kinda fags. Ya right. Me,
I'm one of those, "Gee I can't wait until they change the
laws in this state so I can suck cock on Main Street" kinda
fags.
Meh. Different strokes.
He took a gulp of his Guinness. I waited.
"I wanna put a guy in a sling and have guys cum on him until
he is completely covered. It might take as long as a week. I
figure I need about 3 thousand guys to cum on you until you
are totally cum-covered. Are you interested?"
As I said at the beginning, as much as it's possible for a
pig like me to be able to, I began to fall in love with
Mike.
I sucked my first cock at 13. Not that I hadn't tried to
before then. For as long as I can remember I had been
obsessed with cock.. I kept trying to get guys to show me
theirs and when they wouldn't I'd show them mine. I wouldn't
wear underwear and let my pee pee show under my
strategically draped shorts. The father of one of the kids
on my street caught me trying to get his son naked in the
garage one day and threatened to horse whip me. I think I
was 7 or 8. I'm serious. I tried to get every kid I knew
to show me his cock. Almost all wouldn't, and when I would
show them mine, they wouldn't be my friends anymore.
I wish I could remember how I got Gerry Kelly to show me his
cock. Because if I could, I would be the best salesman in
the world and I would be filthy rich, instead of a filthy
pig. Nah. I would still be a pig no matter how much money I
had. I do remember it took a lot of salesmanship in a nongay
way. I spent days and days making
the pitch. Because I don't think Gerry was really gay, just
really horny. I must have told him if he showed me his
cock I would suck it; a promise I intended to keep. I might
have said something like "I bet you ave the biggest cock in
school" Whatever, it worked. But like I said, I spent a lot
of time on making the sale. We agreed on a day when there
was a spare period at school. Gerry would ask the teacher
to use the washroom and few minutes later, I would ask.
When I got there he was leaning against a wall. His body
language said, "What?"
I saw the movie "Stand By Me" on TV when I was 16. And got
hard right away. The character played by River Phoenix was
Gerry Kelly. Except Gerry didn't have a soft side. He was a
total thug. But the short hair, everything else was the
same.
So there was this guy with all this `tude leaning against
the wall with body language saying, "What?"
Like I said, I don't know how I managed to get to this
point, but everything else is crystal clear 6 years later. I
remember slowly sinking to my knees, my heart beating with
anticipation. Unfastening the top of his jeans, unzipping
the fly, pulling the jeans down to mid thigh, being faced
with his tightie whities and the bulge of a hard cock.
Even though he was a thug, Gerry was very fussy about being
clean. While everyone else was eating lunch, he would take
a shower and change. I mention this because his tightie
whities smelled fresh from the laundry and his cock smelled
fresh from the tightie whities. In fact I could taste the
clean taste of his clean underwear on his cock when I
finally took it into my mouth. I remember the feel of it as
it sat on my tongue. I took a deep breath savoring the
moment which had come at last. I looked up at Gerry as he
looked down on me and for the first time he didn't have a
semi-sneer on his face. His face registered a mix of the
shock of it all, his cock in another guy's mouth, and
pleasure. Oh yeah. Gerry liked how it felt. Then I started
to suck him. I know I wasn't very good because this was my
first time, but I tried my best. Little moans of pleasure
escaped him, and that encouraged me, and then he began to
thrust his hips and face-fuck me. God I loved it! I don't
care if anyone touches my cock these days, but in those days
I sure wanted Gerry to touch mine - and put it in his mouth.
My plan was to suck on Gerry for a while and when he was
about half way to cumming, I would stop. Gerry was a thug,
but he wasn't stupid. I knew he would figure out that if he
was going to get his cock back in my mouth, he was going to
have to suck on mine for a bit. And so we slowly traded
places. It was my turn to lean against the wall, and his
turn to get on his knees.
I knew he didn't want to. And I also knew that I shouldn't
press my luck. So I undid my own jeans, lowered my own
underwear and lowered my own hard cock toward his lips.
Fuck, he didn't want to. But he did. He opened his mouth and
I placed my cock on his tongue. And I blew my load. It must
be the fastest cum in history. I spurted twice and Gerry
spit out my cock when he
realized what was happening, and then spit my cum onto the
floor . He got to his feet, but that meant my now-free cock
was spooging all over the place. On the tee shirt he had
just changed into. Then onto his jeans. Onto one of his
arms, one of his shoes. When he saw what was happening, his
blue eyes turned into blue lasers. He looked at me in a
murderous rage. I'd seen that term before, but now I knew
what it meant. I've never been so scared in my life. He
looked as if he was going to beat the shit out of me. You
know how when you've just had a harrowing experience, it
takes a while to catch your breath? Gerry took 4 or 5 deep
breaths, and it must have been during that time he decided
not to kill me.
"Get back down on your knees", he ordered. Even though his
voice hadn't quite changed, it was still very menacing. Plus
the look in those eyes.
I quickly got back down on my knees and looked up at him,
terrified. The old sneer was back on his thug face. His cock
had gone soft, but he grabbed it and started beating my face
with it. He may have gone soft, but the pre hadn't gone
away. Each time he hit my face some of it stayed on it. And
each time he hit my face, his cock got a little harder.
"You fucken fag!", he snarled. "You wanted my cock? Your
fucken wish has come true!"
I know, it's bad fuck-flick dialogue but it's as near as I
can remember. That, and him saying through clenched teeth,
"Open your fucken mouth!"
I did.
He rammed his cock in so hard that I nearly fell over, but
just in time he grabbed me by the hair and held me steady.
And then he mouth-raped me. . He was pissed off and he took
it out on my mouth. He slammed his cock into me. I gagged
and that seemed to make him slam harder. I choked and he
rammed it in harder still. Even with all the cock sucking
experience I have now, an assault like that would be hard to
take. But I was only 13. This was my first cock. And I
didn't know how to handle it. Tears well up in my eyes. I
looked up at him. He looked down on me with that vicious
sneer that was now amplified with his lust. Because I was
his first mouth. But his look had something else in it.
Vengeance, yes. At the time I didn't know what else was
there. I do now: it was control.
What he couldn't control was his orgasm. If I was 13, so was
he and this was his first blow job. If it could be called
that. After a few more strokes he held my head with both
hands and then stood still. I was choking. I kept trying to
breathe through my nose, with no success. My gag reflexes
kept trying to kick in except my throat was full of his
cock. Then he spasmed. His cock got even bigger in my
throat. I thought I was going to die. And if his cock didn't
kill me, I would die of disappointment. This wasn't the way
I had planned it. I was crying for real now. His cock
pulsed in my throat. Again and again. He was injecting his
cum directly into my gullet, by-passing my taste buds,
depriving me of all the things I had been dreaming about
since I was 7.
Then he gave my throat 2 or 3 fuck-thrusts before pulling
out.
That was the first time I fell back on my heels in the post
suck position. I was sobbing, trying to catch my breath. I
coughed.
Gerry looked down on me as he put his now half-hard cock
back
into his jeans.
He took his right hand and covered my face with it like in a
gangster movie you see on TV, and he pushed me to the
ground.
"Get over your fucken self!! You loved it" Then he walked
out.
And I lay on the floor of the boys' room, whimpering for
what might have been, and genuinely bruised from what had
actually been. No, I didn't love it. But I knew Gerry had
loved it a lot. And that meant I could probably get his cock
again. And I wouldn't have to work so hard to get it. But
did I want it?
Yes, I had to admit to myself, I did.
Once the genie is out of the bottle, that's it: Gerry had
tasted the fruit - me -- and even though he was never to
do that again, as I expected, it wasn't long before he was
looking to get his cock in my mouth again. It was the next
day.
As I got off the school bus, he was there.
"Look, about yesterday", he said under his breath as we
walked into the school.
"Forget it", I said.
"Listen fuck head, you shot your shit into my mouth! What
did you expect me to do? Go `yum, yum'?" I wasn't expecting
him to apologize, and he wasn't going to. Not now anyway.
"Forget it.", I said again.
He grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around to face
him, anger turning his blue eyes into lasers again. "Okay
this is how it's gonna be", he said through tightly clenched
teeth, "I liked it when I had my cock in your mouth
yesterday. I wanna do it again and you're gonna let me. And
you're gonna let me during lunch today."
I glared back at him, "You hurt me yesterday, Gerry!
Seriously. My throat is all bruised. I haven't been able to
eat anything solid since then. You think I'm gonna let you
do that to me again!?"
He was surprised at the heat of my response. People didn't
talk to Gerry Kelly that way. He didn't soften, but instead
presented his case.
"It won't be like yesterday man. You fucken shot your shit
into my mouth!!! Fuck!! Listen, be in the washroom at
lunch and it won't be like yesterday. I promise"
I shook free of his grip and walked away. And at 12.13,
after all
the guys had had taken their piss, then went to the
`cafenasium', I opened the last stall door, walked out, and
saw Gerry leaning against the wall with his hand over the
budge in his crotch.
His hair was still wet from the shower he took every noon
hour, and he sort of nodded his head as if to say, "I knew
you'd be here". And I was. And I slowly got into position,
lowering myself, both physically and om self esteem until
my head was level with his crotch. I undid the snap of his
jeans, pulled them to mid-thigh, pulled down his tightie
whities fresh from the wash until his hard cock sprung
free. I could smell the soap from his freshly washed cock.
A couple of drops of pre flew from this tip of it as it left
the confines of his tightie whities. I opened my mouth
and I took it in. Gerry moaned.
I began to suck. Well, that's not the word, but you know
what
I mean. It's like when you "blow" on your cock because you
heard about blow jobs. It's a figure of speech. I don't know
if I could have really sucked anyway, because my throat
really WAS bruised from the day before. I was braced for
an assault, but there wasn't one. So I swirled my tongue
around his 4 inches. It WAS different this time. I was
still scared, but I could sense he knew it was different
too. After all we had some experience now - a shared
experience. Not the best experience for either of us,
totally, but still shared.
I felt his warm pre coat my bruised mouth and throat. It
was very soothing. When I stopped for a bit to catch my
breath and re-group I tasted the pre and loved it. I loved
EVERYTHING about having Gerry's cock in my mouth. I loved
the heat from it. I loved the feel of the looser skin
underneath it. And I loved the way it felt when he began to
move it in and out of my mouth. I let out a low moan of
pleasure. It was more like a hum, and the vibrations from it
made Gerry moan as well. I steadied myself by holding on to
his ass cheeks. And I loved that too. My rock hard cock
proved how much I was loving the whole experience. I don't
know if I could be called a born cocksucker, but at that
moment I realized that I was born to suck cock. I was in a
zone unlike anywhere I had ever been before. Gerry Kelly's
cock in my mouth, his ass cheeks being cupped in my hands,
his moans, my moans - God I loved it all!
I tried to imagine what it must be like for Gerry. To look
down and see his cock going in and out of the mouth of a kid
who obviously loved it. Yesterday he raped my mouth, but
today I was taking his cock willingly, hungrily, looking up
at him with a look of almost gratitude.
"Gonna cum!", he said suddenly, but he didn't have to tell
me. I could feel it building in his cock, actually his
entire body. The way he clenched his ass, the way his whole
body began to tense, the way his breathing became shallow
and the way he increased the tempo of his cock thrusts.
And the way it made its way up from his balls. I could
follow its progress with my tongue. And then... and then....
there it was! Cum. On my tongue! So this is what it's like!
In the background I could hear Gerry grunting and otherwise
displaying his pleasure by holding my head steady in his
hands. His cock throbbed and throbbed with each burst of
cum. I let it gather in a pool on my tongue so that his cock
was floating in its own spooge. Oh God! I had always
wondered how it would taste, and now I knew: it tasted
wonderful. All too soon Gerry's cock began to grow soft in
my mouth. He took it out. I leaned back on my heels, and
swallowed. My first load. Yesterday's didn't count. This was
my first real load. I licked my lips, and smiled up at
Gerry. I took his cock and sucked the last of the cum from
his shaft.
He flinched a couple of times because he was super sensitive
now, and then said, "You swallowed my spooge!" He said it
almost in wonder. "You actually WANTED to swallow it!"
"Yes", I replied quietly.
"Fuck!" And with that he put his cock away, zipped up his
jeans and walked out.
And that's how I became Gerry Kelly's personal cum dump.
When he was horny, which is all the time when you're 13, he
would find me and I would suck him. I got better at sucking
and he got better at taking longer to cum. So we both
learned. He was still a thug but I was on the road to
becoming a cum pig and got a kick out of shocking him. Like
the first time I told him to cum on my face. By that time we
were 14, and I felt it was time for some variety. Cumming
on my face ramped it up, and Gerry was shocked at the idea.
But when he spooged and watched me pick up his cum with my
fingers and slowly lick them clean, he stayed hard. After
that he wanted to cum on my face quite a bit, and I became
creative in getting ways for it to go from there to my
mouth. He liked to push it in with his cock, but I also had
him scoop it up with a spoon and feed to me. Or using a
cookie.. Each new way would shock him, but the first time he
did it, he would stay hard. And one day he said he was
going to fuck me.
Compared to straight guys, I guess I was lucky. Very few of
them start having sex at 13. Except I wasn't exactly having
sex. Gerry sure was though. He'd fuck my face at least once
a day. And now he wanted to fuck my ass. I was going to
let him of course, although I was scared.
In the year and a half I had been blowing him there had been
zero affection. There
hadn't been a repeat of the violence of our first encounter
when he raped
my throat, but there was no mistake: I was there for his
pleasure when he
wanted it and he couldn't give a fuck about mine. At first,
I would stroke
my cock while I was blowing him, but he made it very clear
he didn't like
it. I could always feel his emotions roll from him and over
me in waves. So
I stopped.
I knew Gerry for what he was: a self absorbed thug, so I
knew that when he
fucked me there wouldn't all of a sudden be a gush of
affection. He would
stick it in me, cum and go. I was scared that he would hurt
me. Not only
because he wasn't only 4 inches any more, but because I knew
how rough he
could be. But getting fucked was a little more complicated
than blowing
some guy in the boys' room. I would have to get naked. We'd
need a
place. There were a lot of details, and I decided I wasn't
going to be the one to look after them. If he wanted to
"tag" my ass as he
called it one time, he was going to have to make the
arrangements.
It was actually kinda neat. A bit of a reversal of roles.
Well, at least
until he was plowing me, and then it would be all about him
again.
"Let's do it at your place after school".
"We can't. My mom will be home"
"When then?"
"Never. She's always home".
It felt good to see him get frustrated as I shot down every
suggestion. It
also felt good to see the bulge in his crotch; He REALLY
wanted to fuck me.
Of course I continued to suck him whenever and where he
wanted. And that
seemed to be more and more lately. The thought of fucking me
made him even
hornier than normal.
Finally after about 2 weeks he was waiting for me at my
school bus after
class.
"We're going to my place!", and he started to walk away. I
caught up to
him. "I have to catch my bus!", I protested. He said nothing
and kept on
walking.
I'll get to the main event, about 20 minutes
later in his room. He almost
tore the clothes off me. In fact, my tee shirt
did tear in the right
underarm. He yanked my shoes off, and then my
socks. And then he had me
stand before him naked. He had been fucking my
mouth for a
year and a half
and had never seen me without clothes. And I
hadn't seen him naked
either. All of a sudden I REALLY wanted to. I
unsnapped his jeans and
pulled them down. He lifted his legs one at a
time so I could slide them
off. Damn his jeans were tight. He took his own
tee shirt off and was standing there in his
socks and not tightie whities
this time, but gray boxer briefs. They cupped
his "boys" to perfection. Actually as I looked
at him semi-naked for the first time, I
realized what a hot little bod he had. Nice and
toned with a slight ripple
of muscles. A wet spot formed as his cock went
from semi hard to full
boner. I reached over and pulled his boxer
briefs off. And there he was
naked, only in his socks and his cock swung
free. A string of pre began to
make its way to the floor.
"Lick it!"
I did.
Then he threw me on his bed. I had been surfing
porn on the internet for a
while, so I knew the basics. I also knew that
Gerry wasn't about to lick my
ass or any of the other things I'd seen to
prepare me for his cock. He
pulled me down so my torso was still on the bed
and my ass was hanging over
the side. Suddenly there was something cold in
my ass crack. I
flinched. He told me to relax it was just some
baby oil.
The next thing I
felt was the head of his cock between my cheeks,
and then at my pucker, and
then being forced in. That was my foreplay: the
baby oil and the word
"relax". Like I said, I sorta knew the basics,
but I didn't know about the
pain, the excruciating pain. I told Gerry to
stop. Yeah right. As if he was
gonna do that. He kept pushing and the pain
kept increasing. It was the
first time for both of us and we didn't know any
of the techniques to make
it easier for me to take his cock. I think
Gerry was surprised at how hard
it was to get inside me. His cock slipped away
from the pucker a few times
and I heard him swear under his breath. But he
was determined, and he was
soon back to forcing his cock into my ass. But
my ass was clenched tight
against the invasion. His cock would slip, and
I would feel enormous
relief when the pain stopped, but he would be
right back at it.
"Let me suck it, Gerry!", I pleaded.
"NO! I'm gonna fuck you! Get used to it!"
Again he placed his cock at my pucker and this
time it didn't move. And he
pushed. Unrelenting pressure was on my pucker.
I heard him grunting as he
applied increasing pounds per square inch. And
then ... my pucker yielded a
bit. My pucker did, but my fucker didn't.
Gerry never let up. And
then... the head was in.
"Oh GOD Gerry! Please take it out! PLEASE!"
He took a breath, sorta of shook his body a
bit and pushed it as far as it
would go up my ass.
I wanted to die. Actually I thought I was going
to. The pain was like
nothing I had ever felt before. A new pain.
Something that Gerry, the thug,
had invented just for me.
He let out his breath, "Fuck you're tight!"
I lost consciousness for a moment. When I came
to, I was being
fucked. Fucked by a selfish prick, both
literally and figuratively. It
didn't take long, only an eternity.
Gerry should his appreciation of my tight ass by
repeated "fuck" over and
over again like a mantra. I had been sucking him
long enough to know when
he was about to cum. Thank God this new
experience was going to make him
cum faster.
Words can't describe the pain. I read stories
where the guy says stuff
like "all of a sudden the pain turned to
pleasure and I wanted him to fuck
me harder". Bullshit. They weren't fucked by
Gerry Kelly the first time. I
felt him getting bigger inside me. He showed all
the usual signs of
approaching orgasm, only more intense. He tensed
up, made a guttural sound,
and shot his load deep into my torn ass canal.
And then... An
indescribable feeling, His warm cum was acting
like a balm on my ass. The
soreness subsided as his cum coated my insides.
I started to sigh a little
at the contrast. As Gerry's throbbing slowed
down he mistook my
sighs. "You liked it fine, didn't you fag?" he
gasped in post-fucking
hyperventilation. I relaxed as the cum made its
way back down my canal to
the outside, acting like aloe on the burnt flesh
of my ass. And as it
washed away most of the pain, it also washed
Gerry's cock out of me.
He picked up my clothes and threw them at me.
"Get dressed and fuck off!"
And that was my introduction to the joys of gay
sex.
I'm not sure how I made it back home. They say
your body goes into a kinda
shock and it just does things. Like a 97 pound
weakling being able to lift
a car off someone who is trapped under it. But I
do remember coming to a
conclusion. There was nothing pleasurable about
sex with Gerry, at least
not the act. But the payoff was incredible. I
remembered the taste of his
cum in my mouth, the first time and every time
after that. How much I loved
it when he spooged on my face. The heat of it.
The smell of it. And just
now, when my ass was on fire, it was cum that
eased the pain. It was cum
that made me feel better.
I was only 14 but I decided that when it was
about sex, I would probably be
willing to do anything, to put up with anything
to get more cum.
Gerry simply evaporated after that. He
discovered girls or vice versa. Oh,
I'd see him around, but there was never the jerk
of the head which meant,
"Blow job. Now!". He just ignored me as we
passed each other in the halls.
And that meant the end of my sex life such as it
was. At 14, as you know,
you don't have a lot of options. You're too
young to get into the clubs or
any other gay places, and too scared to put the
moves on anyone.
I started hanging around with some sk8ers. It
was sort of by default. I
totally wasn't a jock, or a prep or a nerd or a
goth. Actually I wasn't
much of a sk8er either, but neither is anyone
else really. I don't know if
you've ever noticed sk8ers but the guys who are
actually any good are few
and far between, at least where I live. The
rest just sorta hang out and
do their 2.5 second maneuvers, again and again
and again. But they're
chill, and I liked hanging with them. They are
pretty accepting and they
let me hang. Plus most are totally cute. We
would spend hours at the sk8
park just watching each others moves, smoking
cigarets, sometimes a
little weed, and just generally hanging.
One night, the bud was amazing. I know I had
never been so high before. I
was totally zoned. Naturally, the guys starting
talking about sex. Which
chick was putting out for which guy. Or how far
a guy had been able to get
with his girlfriend. It was all bullshit, but
age-old bullshit. I wasn't
really paying that much attention since I wasn't
interested in girls, so I
was just chillin', lovin' being in the zone, but
I did notice a few of the
guys rearrange their packages as the talk got
hotter. There were 15 of us,
14 to about 17 years old.
Jase was one of the 17 year olds. "We should
have a circle jerk! That is
if any of you babies can get it hard yet!", he
sneered.
There were a few protests at that snarky remark.
"You probably think all you can do is piss out
of it!", he laughed. The
other older kids laughed with him.
That was met with a couple of "Fuck you,
Jase's!"
Jase started to unbuckle his belt. "Wanna see
what a real cock looks like?
Wanna see what it looks like when a cock gets
hard?"
Fuck, I sure did! No one said anything as Jase
whipped out a cock that
made me drool. He started to stroke it.
"Come on! I can jack off alone at home any time.
Let's have a circle
jerk. The guy who cums last wins".
One of the other 17 year olds laughed and pulled
his semihard cock out and
started stroking. Then another and another.
They looked at each other and
at each others cocks and giggled like the school
boys they were.
"I knew you guys couldn't get those pencil dicks
hard!", Jase taunted the
other guys as he grabbed his cock and waved it
at them with pride. By this
time one of the 16 year olds was fumbling for
his belt. That made 5 guys
jacking while the rest looked on with varying
degrees of shock including
me.
"Hey Danny!", Jase turned to me, "You look like
you've never seen another
guy's hard cock before. But you have, haven't
you?' If I hadn't been stoned
I might have anticipated what was coming next,
but I WAS stoned, so I
didn't.
"Gerry Kelly says you've seen his cock hard
lots of times. Gerry says you
put it in your mouth and sucked the cum out of
it and then
you actually
swallowed it. He says you've done it a lot. He
says you're a great little
cocksucker!"
I was thunderstruck.
Gerry Kelly was a USDA Choice ass hole. I knew
that, but it never occurred
to me he would tell people I had sucked him off.
Even if he only told Jase,
Jase had just told 13 other people that I sucked
cocks.
"Wanna suck mine, Danny?", Jase asked, cock in
hand as he came toward where
I was sitting. "Wanna?"
Jase was really cute and I would have sucked him
at any other time in any
other place. But not outside, in front of my
sk8er crew.
The guys who had been jacking stopped and joined
the others in watching the
scene unfold. This was totally new territory.
Dangerous territory. Dangerous for me, that's
for sure.
"Look Danny, you've already sucked Gerry Kelly's
cock, so we know you're a
cocksucker. So, suck my cock. That's what
cocksuckers do!" His cock was now
about 2 inches from my lips. No one else said a
word. My heart was
racing. I could feel it pounding in my ears. I
must have been crimson with
embarrassment. I could feel the other guys all
watching. I looked up to
see Jase looking at me intently. I lowered my
eyes to see the head of his
cock glistening with pre cum about an inch from
my lips now.
I opened my mouth.
There was a chorus of "Holy fucks!"
Jase's cock sat on my tongue. It felt different
from Gerry's, the only
other cock I had ever had in my mouth before.
Not as much skin on the
underside and maybe a bit bigger. But about as
thick. It felt amazing. Jase
moved his legs so that he was closer to me and I
could feel him getting
ready to thrust his cock in when I gulped it
down to his pubes. Jase
didn't smell fresh-from-the-laundry-clean like
Gerry always did. Like his
cock, it was different. And I liked it.
There was another chorus of "Holy fucks!" The
guys who had their cocks out
started jacking them again. A few of the others
pulled out their cocks. But
some guys left saying they weren't fuckin' fags.
I began to slowly, but earnestly suck Jase's
cock. My reputation was
dog-shit so I might as well enjoy the reason for
that. Meantime, Jase was
trying to come to grips with the fact that some
guy was sucking him off. He
was all bravado a moment ago, but now, all he
did was breathe through
clenched teeth making a kinda hissing sound
while he watched his cock go in
and out of another guy's mouth. The other guys
looked on and stroked their
cocks. No one said a word. Until ...
One of the 14 year olds whose cock was very
close to my face started to
moan, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I stopped sucking
Jase and held only his
cock-head in my mouth with the shaft exposed to
the night air. The 14 year
old started to cum. I don't think he was aiming
it anywhere in particular,
but it landed on Jase's cock shaft. Well, most
of it did, because the kid
was jerking so violently the jizz was flying all
over.
"Fuck Dylan! You got your spooge all over my
cock! Fuck! Gross!" Jose was
aghast.
But a moment later Dylan's spooge was gone. I
had gobbled it down when I
inhaled Jase's cock back into my mouth.
About 10 seconds later I felt something warm hit
my left cheek. And then my
right. Two more guys had cummed. That sent Jase
close to the top. I knew
all the signs, he got tense, he held my head in
place (as if he had to)
ending with the feeling on my tongue of his jizz
making its way up the cum
vein. Three throbs and the familiar taste was on
my tongue. It had been so
long since I had cum. Too fucken long. 3 more
throbs. Jase was a big
cummer. I choked as he forced his cock down my
throat. I swallowed what he
had shot into my hungry mouth, then I broke away
from his cock and made
loud sucking noises as I got every last molecule
of his jizz. I hummed
with pleasure as I licked his cock and balls. I
sounded like a pig as I
feasted on his cum. A pig! That's what I was. A
cum pig!
And at that very
moment the rest of the guys started to cum on
me. Jase pulled away from me
in disgust just before it stated to rain cum. I
opened my mouth and stuck
out my tongue trying to capture as many of the
cum drops as I could. I kept
making that semi-humming noise. Then the trash
talk...
"Fuck! Look at him! What a fuckin' pig!" and
similar comments egged me on.
Then all too soon it was over. Except one of the
14 years
olds who cummed
earlier had got hard again and shot into my
hair.
No one said anything, but a lot of guys were
still catching their breath as
they put their softening cocks back into their
pants. Everyone, including
me, couldn't really believe what had just
happened. One moment a bunch of
guys were just hanging out and a few minutes
later one of them was covered
in cum.
They each picked up their boards and began to
leave. I just sat there,
listening to the comments.
"What a faggot!!"
"Did you see the way he gobbled up the spooge?"
Soon there was just me. And Jase.
He looked down on me. But he wasn't sneering.
Don't tell me he was going to
apologize for outing me -- and more. Nah. He
said, "Call me." And he
joined the others in walking away leaving me to
lick up the juice they had
sprayed on me. I took my time.
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Of course I didn't call Jase. And he didn't call
me. And of course, my days
in the sk8er crew were over. AND my reputation
as a cocksucker was all over
the place. I thought that would be bad. It
wasn't.
Oh, I got jostled in the halls a lot, "Get out
of the way faggot", and
things like that. But I also found a couple of
notes in my locker with
email addresses. Notes that said things like, "I
thought I was the only gay
guy in school. Maybe we could get hang out some
time" I answered all of the
notes and for a while I had a pretty good time
with the 3 guys who had the
courage to actually meet me. They all got their
first blow jobs from
me. And they enjoyed their first experience a
lot more than I had. But I
was much further down the road than they were.
A guy would shoot his cum
into my mouth, I would roll it around on my
tongue for a while savoring it,
swallow and immediately want some more. I was
on line almost all the time
looking up porn sites. But there were never
enough cum shots. At least not
free ones and I was too young to get a credit
card to buy some time on
line. I was too young for fucking everything!!
One day I was passing one of the gay porn shops
in town and I saw a sign
that said, "New! XXX Theater" I popped a boner
right there on the street
and tented my board shorts. I had read about
places like that on Nifty.org.
When I got home I looked up the phone number and
called.
The guy told me
the "theater" was above the porn shop. There was
a separate entrance. It
cost 5 dollars for an all-day pass. There were
private booths with a TV
which showed one of three movies playing all the
time. He said each booth
had an "air vent": and he chuckled as he said
it. My heart jumped in my
chest. Glory holes!
"How old do you have to be to get in?". I asked
hoping I didn't sound like
the 16 year old I was.
"Eighteen", he replied cautiously.
I said, "Cool" and hung up.
My Mom hated it when I wore my sk8ters' toque.
She said she could hardly
see me when I wore it. I grabbed it, pulled it
way down and headed for the
porn shop.
When I got there, I kept my head down and didn't
say anything. I just
pushed the 5 dollar bill across the counter.
"You wanna go upstairs?" the guy behind the
counter asked.
I shrugged.
He said, "The code is 2-7-5". I didn't know
what he meant, and I wasn't
going to stay to ask. I headed outside, opened
the next door and walked up
the stairs.
Now that I know better, the guy probably knew I
wasn't 18, but let me in
anyway. A young sk8er would be good for
business.
There were DVD cases all over the walls when I
got upstairs. Porn!. I
looked at some of them. Twinks, muscle guys and
every other gay clich‚
looked back. But this was my first time with
wall to wall porn and I was
hard in a nanosecond. One title caught my eye,
"Cum Suckers". Then I
noticed a crude hand-lettered sign with an arrow
pointing to the theater.
There was a security thing on the door with keys
numbered 0 to 9. Now
"2-7-5" made sense. I punched 2-7-5, turned the
crank, pushed the door and
went in. It was pitch black. I couldn't see
anything, but
what I heard made
me even harder than I already was. The
sounds of sex! Groaning, moaning,
skin slapping against skin, guys begging to
be fucked harder, guys being
told to "take it all". All amplified by I-
don't-know-howmany TV screens.
It was sooooo hot!
Gradually my eyes got used to the dark and in
the distance I could see a
blue glow. I made my way slowly toward it. As I
got nearer I could see it
was a TV screen and as I got closer still I
could see a cock pistoning in
and out of an ass. Oh My God! The guy being
fucked was one of the voices I
had heard. He was begging to be fucked harder.
The guy fucking him was
grunting as he slammed into him. Then the camera
pulled back and I could
see a third guy watching as he slowly stroked
his cock. He was acting like
a director. Telling the fucker to "give him that
cock" and the fuckee to
"clamp down and make your ass tighter". I felt
myself getting wet. I went
all the way into the booth and sat down on the
bench. And I watched with my
mouth wide open. I was watching guys fucking.
From other booths I could
hear the other movies playing in various stages
of the fucking process. It
was the hottest experience of my life.
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I thought I
saw something move at
about my elbow level. When I looked directly
there was nothing. Except... a
circle of light from what appeared to be a hole
in the wall. A glory
hole!. There was a flicker of movement. And then
a cock appeared. I had
read about it and now I was seeing it. But I
still couldn't believe it.
I stared at the cock for a few seconds. It was
beautiful, a good size,
nice and pink and throbbing with a small bead of
pre at the tip.
"Come ON dude!". I head a whisper from the other
side of the wall.
"Suck it!".
It was like an out of body experience. I felt
myself get off the bench, get
down on my knees, open my mouth and lean into
the cock.
There was a sigh of satisfaction from the other
side. He started the fuck
strokes. And I tried to meet them the best I
could. The guy wasn't going to
take long to cum. I wondered how many others
there were in the
theater. There was at least one other, and he
was right behind me. There
was a door to the booth and I hadn't shut it
when I entered. Someone had
walked by, saw me on my knees blowing someone
and had come inside with me.
"Yeah. Suck it dude!", he coached me. I didn't
think it was possible for a
scene to get any hotter but it just had. As I
said the guy I was sucking
was about to cum. He must have been stroking for
a while before I got
there. He started to fuck my face, and I took
his fuck. Then there it
was. A puddle of cum on my tongue. Oh yeah! I
swallowed it and the rest of
the spurts that followed. There was a deep
exhalation of breath and the guy
on the other side sagged in satisfaction. As I
finished licking his cock
clean, the guy behind me said urgently, "Dude!"
I turned around to see a
rope of cumming heading for my face. Splat! I
quickly opened my mouth and
stuck my tongue out, making that noise I had
made at the sk8 park. Two
spurts landed on my tongue. Another painted my
uvula. There were 2 smaller
spurts which landed on my chin. My spooger then
took his cock and rubbed it
on my upturned face. Then he took a thumb, pried
open my mouth and stuck
his cock in for me to clean. Which I did.
"Fuck that was hot!" The guy on the other side
of the wall had bent over
and looked through the glory hole and had
watched what had just happened
after he shot his load into my mouth.
"Yeah it was", the other guy said. And he was
gone. And there I was with a
load of cum in me and a load of cum on me. And
another 2 guys were fucking
on the screen. I was in my element.
I got back on the bench and tried to take it all
in. I heard the door to
the theater open and close twice as the guys
whose jizz I had just taken
left. My cock had softened a bit, but I was wet.
Really wet. My pre had
soaked through my boxer briefs and through my
board shorts - which were
grey! Oh God. I had a wet spot on the crotch of
my boarders. People would
think I had pissed myself a bit. Or, they would
know what it really
was. Hot! So there I was ... cum on my face,
pre staining my boarders,
watching porn when I saw a guy pass by my door.
And come back.
He took a closer look and put 2 and 2 together.
"Aren't you a little young to be such a pig?"
He didn't say it with any
malice. More out of genuine curiosity.
I didn't say anything, I just looked at him with
cum reflecting the light
from the screen.
"Are you going to be here for a while?" When I
nodded yes, he flipped open
a cell phone and punched a speed dial button.
"I'm going to tell a couple of friends to come
up? You OK with that?". I
nodded again.
He spoke into the phone. "There's only one other
guy that I can see but
he's worth coming up for. Yeah. Sk8er boi. Yeah.
Bring Jordan. See you in a
bit. Later" He flipped the phone closed.
"Did you cum yet?". I shook my head.
"Are you going to?" I shrugged.
"Fuck, you don't say much do you?" He laughed.
He looked at what was
playing on the screen and said, "I've seen this
one. Let's go to one of the
other booths and see what's playing there. My
friends will be here in about
5 minutes. You sure you're OK with that?
Because we're going to fuck you".
He said it so matter of factly. Like he was
saying "nice shirt" or
something. I felt myself getting hard again.
The outside door opened. He said, "That can't be
them already. Must be
someone else. This could get interesting." He
reached for my crotch and
squeezed. "Fuck, you're SOAKING! Take them off.
Give them a chance to dry a
bit"
I scootched out of my boarders and my boxer
briefs and stood there in just
my tee shirt and shoes. And the sk8er toque. My
cock swung from side to
side.
"That's a pretty good sized cock for a bottom
boy." I don't think he really
cared, just making an observation. Like, "sure
is sunny out today".
Someone walked by our booth and looked in to see
me naked from the waist
down. He stopped. The guy I was with said, "A
couple of my friends and I
are going to fuck this kid in a few minutes.
You're welcome to join us if
you want."
The other guy looked like he had just won the
lottery. The
guy I was with
stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Dave". The
other guy said, "Hi Dave, I'm
Tim" They shook hands. It was if I didn't exist.
"So, Tim", Dave said, "You want a blow job or
something before my friends
get here?"
Tim didn't have to be asked twice. He came into
the booth, stood on the
bench and put his hands on his hips. And waited.
"Suck him", Dave said nonchalantly. Tim's crotch
was at my mouth level. I
unbuckled his pants, pulled down his CK's and
pulled out his semi-hard
cock. It was uncut. I had never sucked an uncut
cock before. I put it in my
mouth and Tim said "Yessssssssssss!"
Dave lit a cigarette and leaned again the door
frame to watch.
Tim was a talker. He kept up a steady dialogue.
"Yeah, that's it. Suck
it. Mmmmm. Feels good. You like that cock? Yeah
you like it don't you? I
can tell. Yeah, you like it". Actually I did. I
liked the whole
scene. Being treated like a piece of property
was very hot. Tim's cock was
about 8 inches and thick. More than I was used
to, so I gagged a couple of
times and choked.
Suddenly Dave said, "Don't do that again!" There
was a steeliness to his
voice which wasn't there before.
I tried my best to suck Tim's cock without
gagging, but when he thrust it
deep, I couldn't help myself and I gagged.
Smack! Dave had hit my right ass cheek. It was
more than a slap. It
hurt. Then he smacked the other side.
"I said don't DO that!"
Suddenly I got scared. Here I was on the second
floor of a porn shop with 2
strangers, one of whom had his cock in my mouth
and the other who just got
violent. And oh yeah, I was bare assed.
I heard the outer door open again and I heard 2
voices. It must be Dave's
friends.
"Over here Jamie. Is Jordan with you?"
A voiced said, "Yeah" and the footsteps got
nearer.
"Hey Dave"
"Hey," Dave replied. "Guys this is Tim. Tim this
is Jordan and
Jamie. Friends of mine from college".
Tim reached around me and shook both their
hands. "Nice to meet you guys",
he said as he continued to slowly fuck my face.
I didn't know which was Jaime and which was
Jordan because I had my back to
the door as I continued to down Tim's cock, but
one of them asked, "Is this
the kid?"
Dave said, "Yeah" and whoever it was said, "You
were right. Nice sk8er boi
ass" .
:"Yeah", Dave said and then, "Where do you want
him?"
"Well, we could do him right here on the floor.
But you know what would be
hot? If we did him outside where all the vids
are!"
"Too bright", Dave objected. "Nah. Let's do him
right here." It was like
they were deciding where to put a chair.
"Besides the sound from the porn
is hot".
Dave grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off
Tim's cock. Then he said
apologetically, "I'm sorry Tim. I wasn't
thinking. Did you want to cum now?
Or later?"
"I think I'll wait and dump in his ass", Tim
replied pulling up his jeans
and hopping off the bench.
"Who wants to go first?" Dave asked.
"Well, you're the one who found him, why don't
you?" either Jordan or
Jamie said.
"Yeah OK", Dave said and stubbed out his
cigarette on the floor.
He got into the booth, sat down and said to me,
"Blow me".
I got down on my knees and approached his
crotch. I unbuckled his jeans and
reached in for his cock. I took it in my hand
and placed it in my
mouth. And I started to blow him. The others
watched, fondling their
packages.
Dave spoke to them. "He was choking a bit when
he was sucking Tim there a
minute ago but I whacked his ass pretty good so
I don't think he'll be
doing that any more. So, have you guys seen this
vid? It's pretty hot. You
know though, I am sick of all that Euro porn.
They never say
anything. I
mean I guess they're kinda hot and all, but I
like to hear guys talk when
they're fucking. And they spend way too much
time on the fucken
"atmosphere"." He made the quotation marks sign
with his 2 hands. The
other 3 laughed.
"Janie, stroke his cock a bit will ya and get
some pre", I should lube him
up a bit before I fuck him."
"Fuck you!" Jamie said laughing. "You want lube
get it yourself."
"I could always fuck him dry", Dave thought out
loud. Then thought
again. "Nah I better get some lube up there. He
looks pretty tight. Sk8er
bois usually are and this one looks even tighter
than most".
He sighed, having made his decision. "Unless
one of you wants to rim it
for me first?"
All 4 of them laughed.
Dave pulled his cock out of my mouth and
said, "Jack it".
He didn't mean jack HIS cock did he? Not
after I was just sucking him. But
I reached for his cock just in case. He
slapped my hand away.
"Not MY cock! YOURS!"
So I started to jack myself.
And resumed his conversation.
" I saw some vintage porn the other day with
Joey Stefano. You guys ever
heard of him?" The other 3 said that they
hadn't.
"He was big in the late 80's and early 90's.
Man could that guy take a
cock!"
Meanwhile, I was getting close to cumming.
Dave seemed to notice that. He said, "I was
thinking of just using his pre,
but I think I'm gonna let him cum and make him
spread the jizz in his
hole".
He was talking about me as if I weren't there.
Just then I spooged. I shot
and shot and shot.
"Catch it!" Dave ordered. And I did. With my
left hand as my right hand
continued to jack my cock. It was an uber-
intense orgasm that left me
almost breathless.
"Alright. He knows what I want. I just hope he's
quick about it, I wanna
fuck him."
I took the first 2 fingers of my right hand and
gathered up my spooge and
then pushed it into my ass. I did it until there
was just a small amount of
cum left that I couldn't scoop up.
"He'll probably eat it", Dave said. And I did.
Like a cannibal, I ate my
own cum.
"Right. Is it still ok if I go first guys?" Dave
asked politely.
"Be our guest, as they say at Disney", one of
the others laughed.
"I just hope he's as fun to ride as Disney",
Dave said and they all
laughed.
"I wanna be able to watch the porn when I'm
fucking him, so I think right
about here is the best", Dave positioned me by
pulling me by the arm, and
then pushing me to the ground so that I was on
all fours.
He got behind me
to make sure he had a good line of sight, then
moved me a couple of times
until he was satisfied.
"I'm a little shy, so I'm just gonna lower my
jeans and boxers half way!"
I sensed him getting to his knees. I heard the
rustle of his jeans and
underwear being lowered and then I felt the heat
from his cock before it
touched my skin. I had only been fucked once
before and it hurt like hell
so I was scared as I faced only my second
fucking. Next I felt his
cockhead at my pucker. I heard some buckles
being undone as the others
watched.
"I hope for his sake he got enough jizz up there
or he isn't going to like
this very much" Dave said and began to push.
God, it hurt. But not as much
as last time. I think the jizz did help, but
Dave seemed to know what he
was doing. He grabbed me by the hips to steady
himself. And continued to
push.
"Fuck, you know when they're this young they
still don't know how to take a
cock!" Dave said in frustration and he kept up
the pressure. And then he
was in. At least the head was. I was whimpering,
but I could stand it.
"Tight fucken sk8er's ass" said Dave as he began
his descent.
I shivered. It was a spasm of some kind. Dave
liked that.
"Yes!" and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and finally 7 inches
of hard meat cleaved me.
"Fuck guys. Wait till you get some of this!" And
he slowly pulled out, with
the walls of my ass clinging to his cock so it
was almost as hard pulling
out as it was pushing in. .
"Oh yeah!" Back in again. And out again ... and
then a slow, steady
fuck. I took it. I was in pain, but every now
and then Dave would hit
something with his cock and it wasn't pain I
felt. In all the stuff I've
read, no one ever gets it quite right. But if
you've been fucked you know
what I mean. Dave was fucking me, and I liked
it.
"Shit! I know what I forgot! Anyone got any
poppers?" Dave asked.
One of them said yes and Dave said, "Give him a
hit!"
Someone held my head steady and I heard a
hissing sound then there was
something under my nose. A hand came over my
mouth and one of my nostrils
was closed and I was forced to breathe in
whatever it
was. . Once. Twice. Three times. Then ... the
world melted away. There was
nothing left in the world but Dave's cock in my
ass. I closed my eyes and
I could see a huge cock pulsing. . Dave started
to fuck me harder and
suddenly I was fucking him back. Oh God!
"Fuck me!" I yelled.
"Yeah! That's it!", Dave picked up the pace. He
slapped my ass. I clamped
down on his cock. Another slap. Another
clenching of my ass.
"Oh God fuck me! Don't ever stop!" I was
delirious with pleasure.
Someone yanked my head up and forced a cock into
my mouth. Cock! Cock!
Cock! That's all I wanted!
I started to come down from whatever high I was
on. And Dave continued to
saw away at my ass. I recognized the cock in my
mouth as Tim's. He
convulsed and shot deep into my mouth.
All at once Dave pulled out of me and walked
over to where Tim was
unloading the last of his cum into my mouth, and
cummed on my face. "Oh
fuck!" the 2 of them said almost at the same
time.
Dave and Tim drew deep, satisfied after-cum
breaths. But Jamie and Jordan
still hadn't shot their loads. Suddenly there
was another cock in my ass
filling the void left when Dave had pulled
out.
"You're gonna love it, Jamie", Dave said,
still trying to catch his breath.
So it was Jamie who was going to fuck me,
which he started doing
immediately. That meant somewhere nearby
Jordon had a hard cock that he
would probably want to stick into something
wet and warm.
"C'mere, Jordan. Fuck his face." It was Dave
again.
"Eww gross!" Jordan said as he approached my
face. "Your spooge is all
over it!"
I didn't know it at the time, but I'm sure now
that Jordan was bi and some aspects of gay sex
grossed him out.
"Oh for fuck's sake!", Dave said impatiently.
He took his still semi-hard cock and started to
push the cum toward my
mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked off the
cum which stuck to his
cock, and tried to eat the cum he was pushing
into my mouth. But despite
our efforts, my face was messier than before. It
was glazed with cum.
"I'm just gonna jack off on his face", Jordan
said and began to stroke his
cock.
Jamie was increasing the speed of his fuck
thrusts. Each time he plunged
into me I could feel my skin make ripples in
response. Like when you skip a
pebble into the water. I was a bit like a rag
doll as the force of his
fuck intensified. I was being moved around the
floor. My knees were being
scraped. Jordan tried to follow my face as it
was being moved along with
the rest of me. I tried to keep my face within
range of his cock, but each
of Jamie's slams moved me about 2 or 3 inches
and those slams were coming
fast. Like I said I was like rag doll being
tossed around.
"Jesus!", Dave said in awe, as Jamie pulled back
and waled into my ass time
and time again, with more and more speed, and
more and more strength. The
sounds of his hips slapping against my ass were
incredible,
made louder by
the sweat that was glistening on both our
bodies. And he didn't say
anything. There was this kind of grunt as he
reached bottom, almost like a
guttural "mission accomplished". The slapping,
the grunting, the smell of
just-shot cum and poppers made for a perfect
storm for cumming. But it
wasn't Jamie, and it wasn't Jordan. It was Tim
who was close. Again. And
again it was Dave who was in charge.
"Cum on Jordan's cock and the kid will suck it
off!"
"No!' Jordan protested. But it was too late. Tim
had started cumming. The
first shot landed on Jordan's fist, which he
immediately removed from his
cock. Then he tried to flick the cum off. His
hard cock was now free and
waving in the air, as Tim shot all over it. Two,
3, 4 cum shots. You would
never know he had come just a few minutes ago by
the size of his load.
Jamie, watching this, increased his fuck tempo,
if that was possible.
Tim stepped to the side to catch his after-cum
breath again. "Put it in his mouth Jordan!",
Dave yelled.
"Yeah Jordan, do it!!, Jamie this time.
I looked at the cum-covered cock swaying just
inches from my mouth. Then I
looked up at Jordan. And I opened my mouth.
Jordan moaned and shoved it in.
I have heard there is a fuck-bench in Steamworks
in Chicago among other
places. It has restraints so the bottom can't
change his mind. I was held
in place by 2 cocks. Jordan and Jamie silently
but very quickly agreed on
a cadence. In fuck films one guy fucks a face
while another fucks an ass
and it's totally uncoordinated. Not these guys.
They fucked me at the same
time. Their cocks entered me in synch. The
rhythmic fucking called out for
something, and Dave was there with the answer.
The vial of poppers appeared
under my nose. With a cock in my mouth I had no
choice but to breathe
through my nose. Deeply. Again, the only thing
in the world was cock. And
there was this magical throbbing that matched
the mouth and ass fucking I
was getting.
"Oh God!" I couldn't say it out loud with a
mouthful of
cock, but my mind screamed it.
With my hyper sensitive popper induced state, I
could feel both cocks get
bigger. They were both close. Dave could sense
it too.
"Fill both his holes!", he shouted.
And they obeyed. And they were coordinated.
As Jamie throbbed his cum into my ass, Jordan
throbbed his cum into my
mouth. They both had huge loads. Soon there was
cum leaking out of my
mouth as I tried and failed to take all of
Jordan's wad. Jamie was fucking
his cum into me on the down stroke, but bringing
it back out on the
upstroke.
I was rock hard and leaking a ton of pre. I
wasn't sure, but a string of it
must have reached the floor.
Grunt. Grunt. Grunt. The 2 of them spasmed into
me. And when they were done
they pulled out.
I stayed on all fours, panting like a dog. Since
I had just been fucked
like a dog, that was appropriate. Dave took a
foot and tipped me over.
As I fell over, I briefly unclenched my ass and
Jamie's cum started to leak
out. I looked around with my spooge-smeared face
and I found Dave looking
down at me. He had hitched up his underwear and
jeans and had zipped
himself up. The other 3 were in the process of
doing the same. They were
done with me.
Dave flipped open his cell phone again and hit
a speed dial number.
"Shannon? Dave"
A pause.
"Real good. You? " .
Another pause for a reply
"Cool. Look. You know that porn shop in the
Village. With the peep shows
upstairs?
Shannon obviously said yes.
"Get down here. There's a skater boi I think
you'll like. Yeah really"
Dave laughed.
Actually they all laughed as they walked out
leaving me on the floor,
ignored and wondering what was coming next.
It was like I had been sold ... like a piece of
meat. Which of course I
was. Except no money had changed hands.
I wasn't going anywhere. I would stay until
Shannon arrived. My only
question: should I clean myself up, or stay jizz
filled and coated as I was
I decided to stay as I was.
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The cum was still wet when Shannon arrived about
20 minutes later. He
wasn't at all what I expected. The only other
male Shannon I knew was about
17 and had brick red hair and freckles and was
thin like me. He was very
hot and I often thought about guzzling his cum.
This Shannon was about 35,
dark and from what I could see under his
clothes, buff. He had a swagger
about him. He walked into the room like he owned
it. Or, like he was at a
supermarket casually looking over the produce.
Or the meat. No one had
come into the peep show since Dave, Tim, Jamie
and Jordan had left.
Shannon took his time. He looked down at me,
still on the floor, cum coated
and looking up at him with expectant eyes, and
kept walking. He walked by
the various booths on the side I was on and
around the corner to the other
side. He was wearing sneaks, but the floor
creaked and I could hear his
progress. Down the other side, checking out the
booths, retracing his
steps, back around the corner until, he was
standing above me.
"Dave said I would like you", he stated.
His eyes examined me. I could feel his stare
bore into me as if he could
see every cum cell in me or on me.
"He was right"
"Get dressed, but don't touch the cum"
I got dressed in my pre-stained boarders and tee
and I looked at him
waiting for his next instructions. How did I
get this way? Did it go all
the way back to Gerry Kelly? Had I been a
"slave" (oh God I hate that
fetish) since I was 13?
"I have a gray SUV parked right in front. Get in
the back. I
don't want you
leaking on my front seats." He left.
I got the impression he didn't want to be seen
with me. So I waited a few
minutes after he left. When I went outside, the
hatch of a gray SUV was
open. I got in on all fours. The hatch closed
.behind me. Presumably by
Shannon who got into the driver's seat and
started the engine.
"I want to take some pictures of you when we get
to my place", he said as
he looked at me through the rear view. "It's too
bad some of the cum has
dried, but I'll take some extreme close ups of
your cum pig face."
That was the first time I had been called a "cum
pig" and the blood rushed
to my cock. It was demeaning and insulting and
totally hot!.
It didn't take long to get to his place, a small
but very nice house in a
nice neighborhood. I didn't know exactly what
Shannon had in mind, but I
had a pretty good idea he was going take
pictures of me in the sluttiest of
poses. Pose me so that I looked like some
depraved cum guzzler, which I
was. I wondered what his nice neighbors in his
nice neighborhood would
think if they knew.
I won't take too long to describe the photo
shoot. Shannon had me pose with
me licking my lips, or pouting at the camera.
He put me in a cat-like
pose, a bit like what you see in cheesy soft
porn spreads of girls. He
took about 20 shots in all, most of them close
ups of the drying cum on my
face and ass.
By now it was getting quite late. He asked me
if I was hungry and when I
said he was he ordered a pizza. He told me to
take a shower, brush my
teeth and put on the clothes he would leave on
the bathroom vanity.
I took a long time in the shower using the Axe
body wash which was there 3 times. When I got
out, there was a new tooth brush and a small
pile of clothes on the
vanity. I brushed my teeth and then picked up
the first thing in the pile
of clothes. It was the smallest pair of white
briefs I had seen since I
was a kid. There was a pair of white anklet
socks and a jet black tee
shirt. I tried the briefs first. They were very
soft and I could tell they
must have been expensive. I couldn't believe
it. They fit. VERY tightly,
but I got them over my slender hips. I blushed
when I saw
the outline of my
cock. I could almost see the veins. Next the tee
shirt. It was a snug fit
too. Then the socks.
I walked back into the living room. Shannon
looked at me approvingly.
"What's you name anyway?" he asked.
"Danny", I replied. It was the first word I had
said to him.
Just then the pizza arrived. Shannon opened the
box and handed me a slice.
I usually only like pepperoni and cheese. This
was loaded with all kinds of
things I don't like, such as olives, but I was
so hungry I scarfed it
down. Shannon gave me another slice. And it too
was gone in a flash.
Shannon took his time eating. Everything about
him seemed measured.
"OK", he said, "here's how it's gonna be.
There's a leather bar I go to
from time to time and I'm taking you there
tonight. I may take you to a
couple of other places afterwards, but we'll
start there".
I was eating a third slice of pizza, more slowly
this time, and I nodded.
When he was finished eating, he gave me the TV
remote and said he was going
to take a shower. I flipped through the
channels. As usual there was
nothing on. I called home to tell my Mom I would
be late tonight. She
wanted to know how latte and I said I wasn't
sure, which was the truth.
About 10 minutes later Shannon came back into
the living room. He was
wearing a very broken-in pair of jeans that
hugged him like a glove. The
denim over his package was almost white, and
showcased his cock nicely. He
was packing a whopper by the looks of things. He
had on a white tee- shirt
and a black leather vest. And he was wearing Doc
Martens boots. He looked
good. And he had a leash in his right hand.
A chill went through me when I saw the leash. I
had heard of the leather
scene, but didn't know anything about it and
wasn't curious to find out.
It appeared I was going to find out anyway.
We went outside. It was colder now and I felt it
since I was wearing only
the tee-shirt, skimpy briefs, socks and my
skater shoes. I felt my ball sac
and cock shrink.
"Sit in the front", Shannon said as he pushed
the keyless entry.
"It's a bit early to go to the bar, so we're
going to make a stop first",
he said as he pulled away from the curb.
He turned up the radio which as on a country
station... a bit of a
surprise. He tapped the steering wheel in time
to what was playing.
He was silent during the 20 minutes it took to
get to a row of townhouses,
then pulled into the driveway of one of them and
hopped out saying "Follow
me".
He rang the door bell and as I caught up with
him the door opened.
"Shannon! My man!"
"Hey Dave. Just wanted to say thanks."
"For what?", Dave asked. Then spotted me and
laughed.
"I knew you'd like him", Dave said as the 2 of
them walked down a short
hallway leaving me behind. I closed the door and
followed them into an open
area with a kitchen and a den-like room where
there was some soft jazz
playing. Dave was alone. At least there was no
sign of Jamie and
Jordan. Or anyone else.
"I wanted to say thanks in person", Shannon
said. "We're on out way to the
Tool Box".
"Ohhhhhh", Dave stretched the word out. Then
added, "Hot".
"I hope so. I haven't done much since Cory."
"Yeah. Do you mind if I ask what happened there?
I mean I knew he was gone,
that's why I called you when I found this guy.
But where did he go?"
"Who knows really? He got all drama-queen on
me. He said he was in love
with me. He said he wanted to be more than just
my toy. He said he wanted a
life together. I told him to fuck off. And
apparently he did".
"Fuck that's funny", Dave said laughing loudly.
"That's why I appreciate you pointing me to this
one. I don't think
there'll be any drama. It hardly speaks, which
is great. Just sort of sits
there and waits. No questions. Of course, I've
only had it
for a couple of
hours. We'll see how it does tonight"
My cock which had shrunk in the cold, now
started to fill with blood. Just
as Dave had done at the peep show, Shannon was
talking about me as if I
wasn't there. Only he went a step further, he
called me "it".
"Wanna beer?" Dave asked, being the good host.
"No thanks. Got any pot?"
"Actually I got some killer B-C bud this
morning".
"Nice", Shannon said appreciatively.
They sparked up, sat back and waited for the
marijuana to take hold. I
just stood there.
"I pay a bit more to get this stuff, but it
packs a wallop and I trust the
Canadians not to dilute it with grass
clippings", Dave said, and started to
giggle. "Grass clippings!", he repeated his pun
and giggled until he
started to cough.
They toked and chatted amiably back and forth
until Shannon said, "I better
go. I want to get a good seat before it gets too
crowded".
They shook hands at the door, Shannon thanked
Dave again "for the pot and
everything" and he headed for the car. I guess I
was the "everything".
A few minutes later he pulled up to a brick
building a small sign over the
door which said, "The Tool Box". The letters
were formed with nails.
"I'm going to find a parking spot. Wait for me."
I got out and stood by the door. A few seconds
later 2 guys who looked like
they were in Hell's Angels arrived, took a look
at me, laughed and went
inside.
It seemed to take Shannon forever to find a
parking spot. But finally he
arrived, opened the door and went in. I
followed.
"Twenty bucks cover", a tall beefy guy said
automatically, and then he
said. "Hey Shannon. I see you got company. No
charge." He smiled and they 2
high fived each other.
As we walked in, I caught a glimpse of 2 very
femmy guys sitting at a
table.
"Bitch!", one of them said loud enough so I
could hear. Shannon was
smiling as he said, "They don't like
competition"
I had no idea what he meant, but he didn't
elaborate.
When my eyes got totally accustomed to the dim
atmosphere I could see it
was a pretty big place with an L-shaped bar.
There was a seat beside what
appeared to be a serving area, and Shannon took
it.
"Hey Shannon", one of the 3 bartenders said,
and caught sight of me.
"Fuck man, how old is this one?"
Shannon laughed. He said, "Getting all moral
on me now, Dylan?"
"I don't give a fuck about that. But what if
the liquor inspector comes
in?"
Shannon laughed in reply.
Dylan smiled weakly, but he was clearly
worried.
"Chill Dylan. You won't get inspected tonight.
Trust me" Dylan must have decided to trust him
because his next words were, "What can
I get you?"
"Red Stripe", he said, and after he ordered the
beer he turned and ordered
me.
"Knees", he said. And when I got down, he
reached over and pushed me so
that I fell back onto my haunches. Then he
produced the leash from
somewhere and attached it to my neck.
Under the bar there were hooks to hang things
on, like your hat. He took
the other end of the leash and looped it over
one of the hooks.
"Stay", he said as if I were a dog, and walked
away.
I looked around. I wasn't old enough to drink,
so I didn't know a lot about
bars, but this one didn't seem to have any
waiters. The customers came up
to the area right beside me, and ordered. A few
were doing so now, and
looked down at me with various expressions.
Some of them horny.
The music was totally non-sk8er stuff, but there
was something sexy about
it. And it was loud enough that the vibrations
made my cock tingle a bit. I
also think I may have got a secondary high from
the pot Dave
and Shannon
had been smoking because I felt, I dunno, mellow
I guess.
Shannon came back a few minutes later, picked up
the Red Stripe that Dylan
had placed there, took a swig and said, "Blow
me".
I wasn't sure I heard right. I looked up at him,
but he didn't say
anything. He wasn't even looking at me. He just
took another gulp of beer.
Did he want me to suck his cock, right here,
right now, in public, in a
bar?
I thought if I did something wrong he would tell
me, so I reached up and
unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper.
He was commando. He didn't
say anything, so I continued. I pulled his semi-
hard cock free. He was
thick and cut. Just how long I couldn't tell.
Yet. I'm not a size queen,
but I have a healthy respect for God's gifts.
I inhaled deeply. He smelled freshly showered,
as I knew he was. I held
his cock in my hand and looked at it. Then I
looked up at him, but he was
still surveying the crowd, paying absolutely no
attention to me. I engulfed
his cock and started sucking. I soon learned how
long it was: about 7.5
inches.
I had been sucking on him for about 2 minutes
when the music stopped all of
a sudden.
"Hey guys! Nice to see y'all here tonight at The
Tool Box. And it's nice to
see our buddy Shannon back after 3 weeks away!
But he didn't come empty
handed. Right on Shannon! Guys put your hands
together and give a Tool Box
welcome to Shannon who wants to say a few words"
There was some light applause. Shannon pulled
out of my mouth., and
half-did up his zipper so his jeans wouldn't
fall off and went to the DJ
booth.
"Thanks Erskine", he said when he got to the
microphone.
"Yeah I haven't been here for a while because
Cory fell in love". He said
`in love' with a sneer that made the crowd
laugh.
"But I found something else today."
A few guys cheered.
"How many of you have heard of bukkake?" Some
guys clapped in response,
but not many.
"It's a Japanese word. I don't know what it
means, but I'll tell you what
it is. As many guys as possible cum over a face.
And that face is sitting
on the floor beside where you get your drinks".
I could feel all eyes in the room look my way. I
could also feel the
testosterone in the room. It hit me like a
physical force.
"I know a lot of you liked Cory, but we're going
to kick it up a notch
tonight. You'll still get your rocks off, but it
will be educational at the
same time. You'll be learning some Japanese.
Let's hear it for bukkake!"
The crowd cheered and my heart beat faster. I
didn't have time to think
about it because almost immediately there was a
cock in front of my face
being jacked. I looked up just in time to see a
rope of cum shoot out. It
landed in my hair. Followed by another rope and
another. As the third cum
volley landed, Shannon was taking his seat.
"Fuck dude. I hope you're a bottom, because if
you're a top, the bottom you
were fucking would get up and slug you for
cumming that fast!"
Those within ear shot laughed.
"And I said "FACE"! Cum on his face! Not his
hair."
I heard a zipper being pulled up and the guy was
gone.
Dylan leaned over the bar, "Fuck Shannon that's
hot!" Shannon tipped the bottle of beer at Dylan
in recognition of the compliment
and said, "Ill have another"
After that guys came up to order drinks, but
they kept their cocks in their
pants. From my vantage point I could see most of
them were hard, or semi
hard, but no one pulled out and stroked over my
face.
Dylan was back. "You think this is gonna work?"
he asked.
Shannon took another swig and said confidently,
"Give it time. After a few
beers they'll loosen up"
Then he said again "Blow me" Again he didn't
tell me directly. He just
said it, and I obeyed. So when guys came up to
order their drinks, there I
was sucking on Shannon's cock while they waited.
Around 11 o'clock the line
up was about 10 deep. Shannon knew the guy who
was first in
line, and they
were talking over me as I licked his balls. I
couldn't hear what they were
saying because of the music.
All of a sudden I heard someone say, "Oh God, Oh
God!", just before I felt
something warm and wet hit my left cheek. I felt
3 slight ripples on my
chest, and I knew where the other cum had
landed.
"Nice dude!" Shannon said, "And thanks for
aiming at the tee shirt. I
wanted to see if the ultra violet light will
show up the cum spots. Hey! It
does!"
I smiled around Shannon's cock which was back in
my mouth because I knew
the guy hadn't aimed for my shirt.
Shannon pulled his cock out of my mouth. I
looked up to see about 9 hard
cocks being stroked at my face. The last guy
who had cum had opened the
flood gates. All the guys in line were jacking.
They had formed a circle
around me. I looked at each cock. They were all
leaking pre. One by
one I licked the ends of their cocks to get
their pre. Then I started at
the first cock and made my way through them
again. I knew a crowd had
gathered because I could hear the comments.
"Twenty bucks says you cum first, ass hole!" I
didn't know who `ass hole'
was but he said "Fuck you!" to whoever called
him that.
There was a hiss and the smell of amyl nitrate
filled the air. It didn't
take long after that..
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!", said one
"Gonna cum! Gonna cum!, said another
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Suddenly it was raining cum. If each guy has 3
good spurts in him, 3 times
9 is 27 shots. Nice. But meantime those in the
audience had been stroking
as they watched, and they began to shoot too.
At first I turned my face
into the direction of the cum shots, but I was
missing a lot, so I stayed
still thinking the guys would do the best they
could to get their jizz on
my face. I was right. Cum shots are
unpredictable; they land where they
want to. And when a guy is jacking off, the
piss hole is all over the
place. But a lot of the cum shower ended up
where it was supposed to: on my
upturned face. Mostly on my lips and chin. I
licked my lips
every now and
then. There were a lot of splats on my shirt
too, glowing in the dark. The
smell of cum was intoxicating. One guy stuck his
cock into my mouth so I
could clean it. Then another line up formed and
I lost count of the number
of cocks I cleaned. There was a surprising
amount of cum left on them after
spooging and I gobbled it down. It was a total
cum buffet. The guys zipped
up one by one and went away leaving me still on
my haunches my face
glistening with spooge. There was a huge wet
spot on my tiny briefs. That
was mine. The pre was pouring out of me.
I had to take a piss. When I stood up Shannon
looked at me questioningly. I
pointed to the back of the club and he got the
message. He unfastened my
leash. As I made my way through the crowd I knew
they were all looking at
me. I had been branded. They knew exactly what I
was. I could hear the
comments.
"He's kinda young to be
such a cum pig" "Maybe, but
he sure is."
"He's cute in a slutty way"
I was beet red under the cum cover when I
reached the washroom. I pulled
the front of my briefs down when I got to the
urinal. A long string of pre
followed my now semi hard cock out into the air.
I had just finished pissing when I felt the back
of my underwear being
pulled down. There was the sound of a zipper.
Then there was a hand on my
chin scooping up the cum that hadn't melted onto
my shirt.
I heard someone
say under his breath that the cum would be a
good lube. Next I felt a cock
head going between my ass cheeks. He was going
to fuck me right here?
The cock found my hole and started the pressure.
I wished he had taken more
cum off my face for lube, because he felt pretty
dry as he tried to enter
me. Instinctively I bent over, holding on to the
sides of the urinal to
steady myself. Suddenly the cock head was in
and I was being fucked over
the urinal in a gay bar. The guy just sawed
away at my ass. No finesse,
just fucking. I slid further down the urinal on
each fuck thrust so that my
face was almost in the bowl at the bottom. My
hands felt crusty stuff on
the porcelain as I slid. Old cum. And old
piss. The smell of it was
overpowering with my face just centimeters from
the drain holes. If I
didn't hold on tight my face was going to end up
there.
I heard the door open again and again as guys
came in. There were 3 urinals
and I was being fucked over the one in the
middle. Guys stepped up to the
urinals on either side of me and pissed as they
watched me being
rammed. One guy actually pissed into my urinal
right beside my face.
My fucker was picking up the pace, and now my
head was being banged against
the wall of the urinal.
"Fuck yeah!" he shouted and injected his cum
deep into me.
There were a couple of "holy fucks" from the
crowd that had gathered. There
were enough of them that the door to the
washroom couldn't close, so anyone
looking in could make out what was happening.
The guy stayed in me as he
caught his breath. So I stayed bent over the
urinal. Someone lifted up my
shirt and I felt the cum shots begin. All over
my back as the guys who had
watched me being fucked shot their loads. My
fucker finally pulled out to
be replaced by another cock that started
spurting as soon as it entered
me. And still the spooge landed on my
back. And still I was bent over the urinal. The
second fucker pulled out
and grabbed me by the hair. He took the thumb of
his other hand and pried
open my jaw. Then he put his cock in for me to
clean. I did. Then he
walked out. He was the last to leave. I stood
there with my underwear
down, God knows how many wads of cum on my back
and the earlier cum
starting to congeal on my face. Just a while
ago, I had been freshly
showered, smelling of Axe, with nice clean
clothes. Now I was a
jizz-stained cum rag. And it was only 11.30
When I got back to my place Shannon wasn't
alone. He was standing kissing
this other guy. It was more than kissing. Their
mouths weren't exactly
joined so I could see each of them trying to
swallow the other's tongue.
I'd never seen two guys kiss before. At least
not personally, and it was
very erotic. Shannon's hands were all over the
other guy's jeans-clad ass,
while the guy was holding Shannon's head as he
fought for possession of his
mouth with his tongue. When he sensed my
presence, Shannon broke away from
the clench. I could see he and the other guy
were hard, their cocks
straining through the denim. I was about to drop
to the floor when Shannon
said, "Wanna fuck it?" The guy looked at me and
shrugged. "Ok", he said as
if he were accepting a couple of chips being
offered to him from a bag.
"On the bar", Shannon said in my direction.
I looked puzzled.
"On your hands and knees on the bar! Get up
there!"
I scurried up.
Shannon said to the guy he had been kissing,
"Help your self."
Dylan the bartender wasn't so sure about the
idea and said so.
"Relax Dylan. Just enjoy the show", Shannon
said.
The other guy was on the bar by now and was
pulling down my underwear.
"Fuck Shannon! Someone's been in his ass
already. Bareback too!"
"Really?" Shannon was surprised. "He couldn't
even take a piss without getting
fucked? So you don't wanna?"
"Not really" the other guy said, getting off the
bar.
"Then I'll fuck him" Shannon said, matter of
factly.
He got up on the bar and scootched up behind me.
He unzipped and for the
third time in 15 minutes I felt a hard cock at
my rosebud. His cock slid
into me easily thanks to the cum dumped in me in
those previous 2 washroom
fucks. He was soon buried to the hilt and it
felt so right. Shannon must
have felt that way too because he let out a
long, contented sigh as the
warmth of my ass canal coddled his cock. He
spread his knees a bit to
steady himself and got ready. Then he grabbed me
by the hips and began to
withdraw. Just then I thought he might be
bigger than the 7.5 inches I
guestimated earlier. He began to pump me and I
felt his cock scratch an
inner itch deep inside me, an itch that had
never been scratched before.
Suddenly, on one of his outstrokes he was
gone...I was empty! Then I saw
he was back on the floor. He was stripping. It
was the first time I'd seen
him naked and as I had suspected he was very
buff. Not all steroidy, just
nice and toned. His muscles rippled subtly as he
took off his shirt. Now he
was naked except for his white socks. And soon
he was back
on the bar and
back in my ass. Right to the pubes. I moaned. He
began a nice slow fuck,
deep-dicking me so expertly that I started to
purr. I turned my head toward
the bar mirror to see myself being fucked. OMG
it looked sooooo hot!.
A crowd had started to gather. It was hard to
resist. There was this buff
dude they all seemed to know fucking a little
sk8er boi on the bar, for
fuck's sake. Things like this just don't happen
in real life. Fuck, things
like this don't happen in porn!. The music had
stopped and about 150 guys,
including Erskine the DJ watched in awed silence
as Shannon pumped his cock
into me methodically. I wasn't going to let him
do all the work, so I
started to meet his fuck thrusts. I bucked back.
Shannon got the message
and stopped. I began to fuck his cock with my
ass. With all the time I
spent on sk8 boards I had great control over my
hips and I was able to give
his cock a real work out. I watched myself in
the mirror as I did it.
I heard a couple of guys say "holy fuck" and
there was the sound of zippers
being opened.
Some guys dropped to the ground and started
sucking the first cock they
saw. There was a nice selection, about 150 of
them were either exposed or
being played with through denim and leather.
I fucked Shannon's cock for about 3 minutes when
he decided to take over
again. He held my hips firmly and began to fuck
me with that same
deliberate beat. Jee-zuz it felt good. It was
nothing like I had ever felt
before. My previous fucks had been rapes or semi-
rapes or frenzied
fucks. This was different. I was being fucked
by a master of the
craft. That craft being boi- fucking. Some guy
came right up and put his
nose just centimeters away from where Shannon
and I were joined. I could
feel his breath on my ass.
Another guy who was also close said, "You're
fucking him
bare!"
Shannon looked down on him without missing a
beat. "Yeah. And it feels
great!"
"Aren't you afraid you'll catch something?"
"You mean something I don't already have?"
I could hear people gasping in the crowd. The
implications were enormous.
Shannon laughed.
Smack! He slapped my right cheek.
Smack! The left cheek.
Then he picked up the pace of his fuck. Someone
put his hand on his ass and
pushed him into me. It really didn't make any
difference, but it looked
uber-hawt when I saw it in the bar mirror. Then
I looked the other way,
into the crowd. Cocks were being sucked with
vigor and now, some asses
were being fucked. Right there on the floor!
Vials of poppers were being
opened adding to the smell of men and sex. It
was intoxicating. I let
myself go loose as I was being fucked and at one
point I think my tongue
was actually lolling out of my mouth Hardly
anyone was solo now. Some 75
man-couples were writhing in a seething sea of
sex. 75 cocks had found a
home in someone's mouth or ass. The moans were
rising in a crescendo. I
could hear "fuck yeah" and "take it bitch". And
Shannon ratcheted it up one
more notch. He was a bit like the guy in Ben Hur
with the hammers to guide
the strokes of the oarsmen. He went to "ramming
speed" and his strokes
pummeled my ass. The others who were fucking
mouth and ass seemed to
follow suit. Grunts, moans and groans filled
the air joining the sound of
skin slamming against skin. The door to the bar
opened and 5 guys froze in
their tracks paralyzed when they saw what was
happening. They had stumbled
across the biggest orgy since Roman times except
it was all man sex.
Suddenly Shannon cried out, "I'm gonna cum!"
A hush fell over the orgy. And it was exactly at
that point that I noticed
Dylan the bartender.
"Oh my God, he's taping it!". I said softly. But
apparently it was loud
enough for everyone to hear because that broke
the cum damn.
The incredible hottness of being taped taking
part in this already lava-hot
fuck fest put everyone over the brink.
Of course the 75 cocks didn't all shoot at once,
but it was close. Shannon
stopped his fuck strokes and instead repeatedly
pulled my ass onto his cock
which soon washed my insides with searing
spooge. Oh God, it
felt sooooo
good. I started cumming and no one had touched
my cock. It spasmed and
spewed cum all over the bar. It was then I
decided that from now on I was
only going to cum if someone fucked it out of
me.
The sound of all those guys cumming will live
with me forever. No one
expected anything like this to happen so the
intensity of their orgasm was
multiplied. And they vocalized it.
Thirty seconds later it was over. For another 15
seconds there was the
sound of guys trying to catch their after-cum
breath. Then someone started
to clap. Then someone else. Soon all 150 people
were clapping and whistling
and someone started to chant, "Shannon!
Shannon!" The whole crowd took up
the chant. Beer bottles were pounded on the bar
and tables. Shannon pulled
out of my ass. He jumped from the bar, landing
smoothly, like a gymnast,
took a bow, picked up his Red Stripe and toasted
the crowd.
I was still on all fours on the bar. I looked
down on him with something
approaching pride.
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Now I knew what Cory was, and what I now was: a
toy for Shannon to play
with. Maybe more of a pet -- a pet boi. And he
literally came up with
games to play.
One night he brought me to the Tool Box and set
up a game of what he called
"Cum Darts". My face was the dart board. The
darts were cum shots. Shannon
had me come out in a robe something like what
boxers wear. Then he told me
to get on my knees on the dance floor making
sure I didn't kneel on the
robe.
"Gentlemen welcome to the first annual Cum Darts
Tournament at the Tool
Box!", he addressed the crowd. "This is the dart
board over here", he waved
his arm in my direction. Then he proceeded to
tell them how to play the
game.
Anyone who wanted would jack off, aiming at my
face. The object was to
land a spurt in my mouth, but "cumming" close
counted for points too. It
was 10 points for my mouth, 7 points for the tip
of my nose, 5 points for
my chin,. 3 points for my cheeks, 2 points for
my forehead
and 1 point for
my hair. There were about 150 people there
again that night. The prize was
a night of free drinking the next time they came
to the club, and at 7
dollars for a bottle of domestic beer, it was a
pretty good incentive.
"And now, please remove your baseball caps, and
hats, and if you're not
already, please stand for our National Anthem!"
I couldn't believe it! They were going to play
the fucken
National Anthem???!!
"Just kidding!", Shannon laughed and the crowd
laughed with him.
Then he drew a line about 2 feet away from where
I was
kneeling.
Three guys said they were willing to give it a
try. They approached the
line while the crowd cheered and applauded.
Shannon had them draw straws to
see who would go first which was good thinking
because being first would be hard. Speaking of
hard, the guy who "won" wasn't very because he
was
nervous. Probably the booze wasn't helping
either. It was about 1 in the
morning, so he had had time to quaff a few.
That was something Shannon
hadn't foreseen, but he quickly came up with an
idea on the spot.
"OK, here's what we'll do. He'll suck you til
you get hard, then you get
back to the line and finish the game".
The crowd loved that, but there was more. The
guy approached my face and
unzipped. When his semi-hard cock was out,
Shannon asked, "Ready?" the guy
nodded "yes" and Shannon whipped the robe off me
and I was kneeling there
in just a thong. The place erupted in cheers,
cat calls, whistles and
shouts. The guy milked that by cupping my chin
with one of hands and
tilting my head up. He looked at the crowd and
they cheered even more. He
squeezed my cheeks forcing my mouth open and he
put his cock in. I started
sucking on it and he got hard right away. Then
he pulled out and beat my
face with it. He was playing to the crowd and
they just loved it.
Then he stepped back and started jacking.
"Open you mouth!" Shannon ordered and I obeyed.
The guy took advantage of the build-up to his
cum by assessing the
distance, aiming his cock a little higher and
looking at my face. It didn't
take long for his jacking to get faster and for
his breathing to increase.
The crowd sensed it and got quieter. A couple of
"uh...
uhs" and he was
shooting 3 quick spurts of cum ... which
immediately fell to the floor
about 1.5 feet short of the target. The crowd
booed him as the rest of his
jizz oozed out. The guy turned bright red and
tried to make himself
scarce. All his bravado gone. I actually felt a
little sorry for him as he
melted into the crowd. It wouldn't have
surprised me if he left the bar and
never came back. I began to realize what a
perverse game this was. You
absolutely had to shoot in my mouth or the crowd
would jeer you. But the
crowd loved it no matter what happened. So the
owners of the Tool Box got
free entertainment if no one won, and even if
someone did, it was well
worth the few drinks they'd have to provide for
a prize.
The second guy looked even maybe more nervous
than the first. So Shannon
said, "OK, all contestants get sucked before
they start jacking". The crowd
cheered their approval.
And so I stared sucking the second guy. He got
into it after a while and
made exaggerated fucking motions with his hips
and waved one of his arms in
the air as if he was bronco busting. Then he
pulled out, went to the line
and started jacking. He looked me straight in
the eye as he did it. There
was a murmur in the crowd. His eyes continued to
bore into me and then with
no warning, no grunt or grimace he shot. A thick
wad of white torpedoed
through the air. The crowd reacted as if they
were at a fireworks
display. Splat! It landed on my chin. The crowd
went nuts. The other 2
strong spurts landed on my chest, and the rest
of his cum trickled on to
his fist. He used that fist to shake his cock in
a victory salute to the
crowd which applauded.
"Gentlemen", Shannon said, "We have a game! Our
next contestant has to beat
5 points!"
The third guy had been kneading his basket while
the other 2 guys played
the game. He approached my face, unzipped and
thrust his hard cock in my
mouth. After sucking for about 30 seconds, I
could sense something wasn't
right. Fuck! The guy was going to cum! I wasn't
ready and when he let loose
a torrent of goo a nanosecond later , I choked
on it. The guy had a warm
wet place for his spooging cock so he wasn't
going anywhere until he was
done. The crowd wasn't sure what was happening
at first, and then they saw
cum shoot out of my nose. They let loose with a
thunderous chorus of boos.
The guy spasmed in my mouth one last time,
pulled out and was gone. That
made 2 guys who would have to find another place
to drink from now on. They
sure couldn't come back to The Tool Box. I was
teary eyed as I tried to
catch my breath, the cum still trickling out of
my nose.
"Gentlemen, that brings us to the first
intermission", Shannon said .
As I staggered to my feet, the music started.
Shannon was talking with the
second contestant, the one with 5 points, and
didn't notice or didn't care
as I headed for the washroom to clean up.
I saw myself in the mirror. I glanced over at
the urinal where I had been
fucked like... like a what? Like a pig? Yes.
Like some cum starved animal?
Yes.
I looked at my cum streaked face
Then I cleaned the cum that had shot from my
nose because that was kinda
gross. But I tried not to disturb the cum on my
chin. That was different.
Then I walked back into the bar, my head held a
little higher now.
I was 17 years old. And I was a cum pig.
Like I said earlier. I yam what I yam.
Bring it.
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I went to where Shannon was sitting and sat on
the floor beside him. He pointed to his crotch.
I unbuckled and unzipped him and started sucking
his
semi hard cock.
"I should have thought this through a little
more", he was saying to
someone waiting for a drink.
"I assumed that because I shoot 2 feet, all guys
can. Wrong! I also didn't
take into consideration that guys might be shy
or nervous. No one is going
to try it now. Not tonight anyway. I'll try
again in a few weeks and I'll
shorten the distance and maybe have a ringer
who'll be guaranteed to get on
the dart board."
Dylan the bartender said, "Why don't you show
them how it's done, Shannon?"
Shannon slowly turned toward the bar and almost
whispered. "That's a great
idea! I'll play the game by tonight's rules, and
next time we'll play under
the revised rules". He pulled his cock out of my
mouth, semizipped up, and
walked to the DJ booth.
He was back in no time and winked at Dylan. As he
picked up his Red Stripe
he said, "Wait for it"
The tune that had been playing faded out and
Erskine was on the
microphone. "Gentlemen! Round 2 of the first Tool
Box Cum Darts
championship is about to begin! Would Contestant
Number Two from the first
round please take his position at the cum line!"
The guy came out of the crowd and got a big round
of applause.
"Dude". Erskine said, " The judge... that would
be Shannon...has decided
that you are the First Round Champion, since the
other 2
were disqualified,
or have otherwise fucked off! Congratulations!"
The crowd laughed and cheered and whistled.
"But now, you must defend your crown!!", Erskine
announced,
" Because we
have a contender!" .
With that Shannon stepped into the spot light at
the cum line. The crow
went nuts. Talk about a fan favorite! He
acknowledged them, basking in the
adulation. As I watched from the sidelines I
realized that's what it
was. Most of the guys in the crowd, if not all,
wanted to
be
like him or better yet, be with him. He was
young, he was fun and OMG he
was totally hot.
When the noise died down Erskine said, "The
contender will go first! Would
the cum-dart board please present itself to
its designated place."
That was me. As I took my "designated place"
a spot light focused on
me. Then, something caught my eye. I looked
up to see my face was on the
TV monitors throughout the bar! Someone had
hooked up a camera! There was
a close up of the dried cum on my face.
Someone started to chant, "Pig, pig, pig!"
And the crowd joined in.
Then Erskine yelled, "Let the game begin!!"
Shannon walked up to me, snapped the fingers of
both hands and pointed to
his crotch. I undid the buckle of his belt,
popped the button of his tight
jeans and opened them. I had already done that
tonight. The smell of my
stale saliva and his stale pre, mixed with his
new pre hit me like
something you smell in a gym. I reached in and
cupped his ass. Then I tried to lower his jeans
with my teeth. That got him
completely hard and he moved away. He pulled
his cock out and began to
beat my face with it. I lunged at it with my
hungry mouth, my tongue
sticking out so I could catch the pre. The
crowd started to chant again,
"Pig, pig, pig!"
Then he stepped back to the cum line. His cock
still in his hand, with my
saliva, he began to jerk. The crowd fell silent.
I looked at him. His eyes met mine and locked.
He began to sneer. My own
cock was rock hard and oozing pre.
Whoever was operating the camera knew what he
was doing. It was like a
baseball game. He went from my face to Shannon's
cock. Back to my face, to
his face with its sneer, to my face. This
wasn't an endurance test. Not a
race. Shannon picked up the speed of his jerk.
He stared to breathe
heavily.
He stared at me as he jerked. The camera closed
in on his face. It focused
on his focus: my face.
There wasn't a sound in the room. Except for
almost 150 cocks being
jerked. That distinctive "ticka-ticka-ticka-
ticka-tickaticka" a stroked
cock makes. Multiplied by 150.
Shannon was close. So was everyone else.
Shannon stared to make the `cum noise'. So many
have tried to write what it
sounds like, but they don't even get close.
Suddenly he shot.
The first spurt landed in my right eye. FUCK!!
It hurt!
The next landed on my chin.
Someone appeared from nowhere and licked it off.
Another shot. It landed on my nose. Right on
the tip. Again
someone
appeared from nowhere and ate it.
That was 3 bull's eyes.
Except all of a sudden the crowd gathered around
me. And they all started
to cum
OMG!!! It was raining cum!! Raining cum on ME!!!
Sooooo hot.
Cock after cock spooged on me. I was in heaven.
I stuck my tongue out and
tried to catch as much as I could. And I caught
a lot, but most landed all
over my face, dripping down on my skinny sk8er
boi body.
The sounds! The smells!
As I knelt there, covered in cum, I thought,
"This is as good as it gets"
Shannon looked at the other guy questioningly.
His look said, "Wanna try to
beat me?"
The other guy shrugged, acknowledging that there
was no way he could win,
and gave Shannon a fist bump. Thirty seconds
later, he was the last to cum
on my face.
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The next few times Shannon took me to the Tool
Box, he seemed bored. Like
almost any bar, it was usually the same crowd,
and so they all knew I was a
cum pig. They'd seen proof... more than once,
and there were vids to prove
it. So as I sat on the floor beside Shannon,
they would rub their crotches
in my face, or actually pull their cocks out for
me to suck which I did.
Shannon would just sit there drinking his Red
Stripe. Once in a while he
would look down on me with my mouth full of
cock. I would look up at him
and try to lock eyes, but he would turn away. If
my face was being fucked
particularly hard, and I was making choking
noises, that might get his
attention, but not often.
I was bored too.
Then one night when he picked me up he said, "We
going to a bath house".
Of course I knew what a bath house was, and I
was instantly hard. But I
also thought they had an age limit, and I
mentioned that.
Shannon laughed and I felt stupid. In the gay
world, age is just a
suggestion. And the straight authorities would
NEVER dare to raid a gay
establishment, even a bath house, after the
backlash they had to endure in
the past when they had dared.
When we got there though, the guy at the front
was one of those bitchy fags
who is one of the main reasons there's so much
gay bashing. Fuck, I wanted
to bash him myself. All attitude and snot. He
was okay with Shannon, but I
swear he sniffed in that hissy way these guys
have when he looked
sneeringly at me. I thought he wasn't going to
let me in.
"A room please" Shannon said.
The hissy missy looked down his nose at me and
snapped out the price,
whatever it was.
Shannon paid and we were buzzed inside where the
smell of lust hit
me full blast. It was hot and humid, almost
choking and there was a
combination of aromas. I recognized the smell
of a Laundromat, a high
school gym, a locker room in that gym,
disinfectant, poppers and... Cum.
That slightly acrid smell I love so much. I
could also hear skin slapping
against skin, whispered sex talk and moans.
Some of the sex talk and moans
came from guys having real sex behind the closed
doors we passed, and some
came from the monitors playing porn. All of this
in semidarkness, while
gay-club music played. It was intoxicating and
I quickly forgot that bitch
at the front.
When we got to our room, Shannon told me to get
naked. He kicked off his
sandals, and peeled off his shorts and tee
leaving on his boxer briefs. He
had a semi, which I looked at hungrily.
He grabbed one of the towels we were given when
we came in, slapped me on
the ass and said, "Let's go".
I looked at him questioningly.
"Showers", he replied.
He led the way. I followed and for the first
time took a really good look
at his ass, outlined by his boxer briefs. It was
USDA prime. Then I thought
about him being fucked; a hard cock splitting
those 2 half melons. That
made me hard for some reason, so when we got to
the showers my cock was
waving back and forth in the air.
We passed a few guys who had towels tied around
their waists who watched us
as we passed them
The shower had 3 walls, with 3 shower heads on
each.
"Use the middle shower on the wall facing
outside so guys can see you", he
said, adding, "Take your time" .
He sat on the edge of a hot tub just outside
which gave him a clear view of
me. Everyone else who passed by also had a
clear view, and there were a
lot of passers by. Apparently the sound of a
shower being turned on is a
signal that there might be some fresh meet. So
there was steady flow of
traffic passing in front of the shower where I
was slowly lathering up
checking me out. Once, twice, a third time. I
leaned back, letting the
flow of water rinse my hair. That meant that my
hard cock was jutting out,
and water was running off it. I closed my eyes
and let the water splash on
my face. All of a sudden I felt warm-and-wet on
my cock which had begin to
soften. But it quickly changed its mind --
someone was sucking me and it
felt great. .
"NO!" Shannon commanded.
I wondered why he didn't stop the guy before he
put my cock in his mouth,
until I realized he wanted to me to feel the guy
suck me, and then make him
stop. But the guy wasn't going to let go without
a fight.
He continued to
try to coax the cum out of me with his very hot
mouth. I briefly wondered
if I was that good at cock sucking, because OMG
it felt good. But I pushed
his head a away and my cock came loose with a
pop.
"C'mon, baby. Let me". He was so pathetic as he
looked up at me, the water
cascading off my hard cock and on to his begging
upturned face. He was
about 25, in good shape and I was tempted, but I
turned off the tap and
walked out. Shannon took the towel and to my
surprise, dried me off. The
rough fabric of the towel and his rough drying
felt great.
Then he led the way back to our room, where he
opened the door, grabbed
something inside and locked the door again.
He walked away and I followed. We went into a
room that had rows of some
kind of seating built into 3 walls like a
theater of some kind. It was a
bit darker here but I could make out flashes of
blue-white at various
levels which by a quick guess went up about 10
rows. I thought there must
an ultra violet light highlighting something.
Of course. White towels
wrapped around guys' waists.
In the middle of the room was something I had
never seen before. It looked
a bit like a table, but it there were straps
attached to it.
Shannon walked up to it and seemed to be
checking things out. I heard some
movement from the guys sitting in the rows of
seats, like they were
suddenly paying attention, like a show was about
to begin.
The table, or whatever it was seemed to pass
Shannon's inspection and he
waved me over. You may have noticed that since
I tipped over and became a
cum pig, I don't talk that much. And people
don't waste a lot of words on
me either. This time was no exception. I
looked at Shannon questioningly,
again, and he said simply, "It's a fuck bench.
Get on".
I walked up to it uncertainly, because I had no
idea what it was. I walked
around it and when I came back to where Shannon
was standing, he put a hand
between my shoulder blades and pushed me down.
I was off balance as I fell and grabbed onto the
first things I could which
were jutting out of the sides and I used them to
break my fall, which it
turns out was exactly where Shannon wanted me to
be. They were
handles. And suddenly I felt myself being
strapped to them. So I could hold
on, but not move my arms. Or escape. Next I felt
one of my legs being bent
and strapped into a stirrup. Then the other.
That meant that my ass stuck
out. Then Shannon strapped my knees to the
bench. I didn't know it at the
time, but that meant I could brace myself.
I couldn't move very much so he came up to my
face and showed me what he
had taken from our room. It was a Sharpie
attached to a string.
"I'm just gonna tie this Sharpie to that strap
over there and every guy
that fucks you is going to mark your ass. At the
end of the night, we'll
add them up"
There were moans from the seats. There was also
a moan from me. I mean,
how hot was that?
Almost immediately I could sense 2 or 3 guys
circling me. I heard and then
smelled vials of poppers being opened and
inhaled. Then
there was a thick
cock head at my pucker demanding entry. I was
dry and it hurt.
"I'm gonna mark you first!" It was Shannon.
I knew exactly how he was positioned. I
couldn't move, but I knew. He
would keep pushing his cock head until it gained
entry to my sk8er boi
hole. And that would be the only contact he
would have with me other than
to slap my ass. He would fuck me like he was a
cowboy on a bucking
bronco. Maybe even waving an arm in the air once
in a while as he fucked me
so all the world could see that it was a rough
ride and he was enjoying
every minute of it. He would look at his cock
sinking in and out of my ass
as casually as if he were doing bicep curls:
watching his muscle get
exercise with this inanimate object. Then when
he was done, when he had
shot his load, he would casually toss me aside,
like a bar bell. .
Fuck that was a hot image. Only an image though
because I couldn't see. Or
could I?
There was no music in this room. All I could
hear was Shannon's pelvis
slapping against my ass. It was a pre-meditated
fuck. He had planned it
and was executing it with precision. And I was
totally into it. As much as
I could I moved to coincide with the fuck rhythm
he had established. And as
the sweat beads grew, I found the leather straps
loosened a bit and I could
raise my head. It was then I noticed a mirror
panel beside one the of rows
of seats. To see Shannon fucking me. A big
smile on his face as he plowed
into me. Behind him I could vaguely see
disembodied cocks being stroked.
Cocks that poked out of the blackness and were
aimed at Shannon and me in
full fuck mode.
Suddenly there was a cock trying to force
itself into my mouth. As if. As
if it had to force its way in. As if in answer
to a cum pig's prayer: mouth
and ass being fucked at the same time. I felt
something warm and wet hit
my right cheek, followed shortly by the same
feeling on the nape of my
neck. Someone in the audience had shot already.
Nice. Shannon and the guy
fucking my face kicked it up a notch, Well
yeah.
Suddenly a vial of poppers was forced between
the cock fucking my mouth and
my nose. Oh God! I wanted to fuck Shannon with
my ass, but
I couldn't. I
was held in place by the fuck bench. I wanted to
cry. I wanted to fuck his
cock. My throat opened for the guy in my mouth.
It was like I had been
attached to a live electrical wire. I convulsed
as I tried to get as much
of these 2 cocks into me as I could. Cock, COCK,
C O C K. The world was
cock. And I wanted them all. All 6 billion of
them
Even an accomplished fucker like Shannon can
only take a convulsing sk8er
boi ass for so long. I could feel that familiar
swelling with my ass walls
and I knew he was close. The guy fucking my face
leaned over. I think he
wanted to kiss Shannon, but Shannon wasn't
interested. He laced his fingers
behind his head and let me convulse around his
cock, leaning back as I did
so. He was perfectly still. Then he grabbed my
hips, sunk into me as far
as he could go and let loose.
He didn't start fucking me again, although I
wanted him to. I just felt
his cock throb, and throb and throb again as he
made a cum deposit deep
inside holding my ass tightly against his
pelvis.
FUCK!
That meant I was now officially fucked on the
fuck bench. Shannon pulled
out of me and marked my ass with the Sharpie.
I was surprised and quite impressed that the guy
in my mouth had held off
so long. Shannon came up to my face, pushing
the other guy away, and
forcing his cock in my mouth so I could clean
it. That was too much for
the face fucker who started to make the "cum
sounds". Shannon was
obliging. He put a finger into my mouth and
stretched it open so the guy
could shoot his cum over the teeth in the right
side of my mouth. The cum
leaked out of my stretched mouth which still had
Shannon's softening cock
in it.
"Thanks dude", the guy said to Shannon and he
replied "No problem"
As the jizz dribbled down my chin I felt another
cock at my ass. Because
Shannon had paved the way, he sank into me
easily. I heard a match being
lit, and I knew that Shannon was sparking up. He
was settling in to watch
the proceedings.
I had cum up my ass, in my mouth and over my
face and neck. And I had been
on the fuck bench, for max, 10 minutes. And I
had 1 mark on my ass from the
Sharpie.
I could sense more and more guys coming into the
room. As I mentioned in
the Tool Box stories, not everyone wants to fuck
someone in public. (Too
bad!!) So a lot of guys were there to watch
from a distance and maybe
connect with some guy a little less obviously,
instead of fucking me. (Too
bad!!)
There must have been some kind of sound proofing
which
stopped the music
from outside. All there was was the sound of the
room. So I could hear
towels being removed. And other indications of
man-sex.
I was pinned to the fuck bench. I had one mark
on my ass. I was about to
get another as the second guy started to deep-
dick me. He was good. And
the audience was appreciative. An audience which
was much larger. I could
tell from the increased heat in the room. They
were encouraging my fucker
by saying things like ,"Yeah, fuck that ass!"
Dirty talk is so clich‚, but
I'm totally into it. Every now and then I would
hear a guy grunt as he
shot his load.
Shannon took charge.
"Don't waste your loads guys. Shoot on his face
or wherever. He loves it."
And he was right. I do love it.
Almost immediately I felt a ribbon on cum on my
right calf. I don't know
why, but that drove me wild. I clamped down on
the cock in my ass, I licked
my lips like a 25-cent whore hoping to tempt
someone to fuck my face. It
didn't take long. But the owner of the cock
didn't know what he was doing.
He must have been very young, or straight, or
both. Because I was on the
fuck bench I couldn't really control him, so he
just lunged. There was zero
finesse. It was like being face fucked with a
cock made of marble. I
swear he could have chipped my teeth with it. As
it was he bruised my soft
palate so much that I couldn't swallow solid
food for a few days. Thank
god he spewed quickly, but I was so sore I just
let his cum ooze out of my
mouth rather than swallow.
Shannon got the picture quickly.
"Okay, his throat is off limits. Fuck his ass
and mark him
or cum on him
somewhere, but no more face fucking".
I sort of went limp in relief when I heard
Shannon say that, and the guy in
my ass picked up speed. Maybe he liked fucking
an almost unconscious boi,
whatever, he grabbed my hips and pumped a load
in me that I thought was
going to come out of nose. He was loud. Which I
totally love. He moaned
and groaned as he breeded me and mixed his cum
with Shannon's. I felt a
few more cum ribbons falls on me as guys shot
their loads at the hot
fucking they had just seen.
Then I felt the Sharpie scratch over my ass
again. Two.
I wondered what he looked like.
"Next", I head Shannon say.
OMG! Was there a line up? A line up to fuck me?
HAWT!
So hot, I figured the next guy to plow me,
would fuck a cum load out of
me. I hadn't cum in a looong time so I knew it
would be intense. Hopefully
someone would make me sniff some poppers at the
right time.
Whoever it was got off to a good start; he was
thick and long., and slid
through the cum in my ass up to the hilt. Oh
GOD!! He draped himself
over my back, and began biting whatever he
could reach: my ear lobes, my
neck, my triceps. He bit hard. And I loved it.
He pistoned my ass like a
machine. I mean it. He just fucked and fucked
my hole like he was something
from the industrial revolution. He was on a
mission, and that was to dump
a load in me. Deep. And he did. When you are
that focused you soon get
what you want. And he wanted to cum. When he
started to squeeze me with
his arms as he fucked me, he stared to drool.
His saliva actually landed in
my ear where he was breathing heavily as he
approached orgasm. . The sound
of his pelvic collisions against my ass filled
the air. He gripped me
tighter as I felt his cum coming. And he
didn't slow down. He pistoned and
pistoned his load into me until he was dry.
Then he just lay
there. Catching his breath. Enjoying the
afterglow.
But soon, too soon, Shannon said, "Next!"
The guy said in my ear, "Thanks babe. You
rock!"
Yeah maybe, but as endearing as he tried to be,
when he pulled out, I felt
the rasp of the Sharpie on my ass as he marked
me.
Three.
The next cock was average. But once the guy had
sunk into me, he started to
knead my ass checks. Like bread. He would spread
them as he fucked me, to
get a better look at his cock as it began its
fuck strokes.
Shannon spoke up again.
"I know a lot of you guys up in the stands too
shy to fuck him, but could I
interest you in a little bukkake?"
He had to explain.
"There's a cum party. And it's on his face"
I could hear the moans of lust even though my
moans were the loudest.
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Bukkake began in Japan amd it's kinda gross
because it involves women. All
these guys cum on a woman's face. Ick. But GAY
bukkake is sooooo hawt!
Ever since my sk8er crew all spooged me I've
been addicted to it.
Surprisingly, a lot of gay guys don't know what
it is, because when I'm in
gay.com, and I write "into sling, bath house,
bukkake and other group
action", I keep getting asked, "what's bukkake"?
Tonight was no exception. Most guys didn't know
what it is. But Shannon
netted it out for them and I sensed a crowd
gathering near my face. And a
new guy was approaching my ass. Have you ever
encountered a cock that
radiates heat? I mean literally. I could feel
the heat when he was at
least 3 or 4 inches from my ass. I tried to
catch a glimpse of him in he
mirror. He was sizing me up like he was looking
at some meat in a butcher's
counter. It was as if he was thinking, "Hmmm.
Should I have the flank
steak or the rump roast?" It was so impersonal
and so fucking hot. He
took his thumbs and spread my pucker. Some cum
oozed out.
He took the head
of his cock and kinda swished it around to lube
it up. Then he slapped my
right cheek. Hard. Then my left cheek. Hard.
Back and forth he went. It
hurt like hell. Then he put his cock-head at my
pucker. And slapped me
again. As he did, he pushed. And began to cut
me in 2.
Slap! He sunk in
another inch or so. Slap, a little deeper.
"Yeah, dude". That was Shannon acknowledging
another fuckartist. High
praise which he issued as he exhaled a lungful
of pot smoke. I had visions
of him mesmerized by his equal, focused on the
cock cleaving my ass. A few
more slaps and the guy was in all the way. My
cheeks were so sore and must
have been bright red, acting as a frame around
the picture of the cock
impaling me. The guy held still, buried in me.
I could hear the "ticka
ticka" of cocks being stroked. It felt so fine.
Being filled up with
cock. With cocks all around me. Aimed at me.
Pig Nirvana.
Then the fucking began. A long, slow withdrawal
of his meat, and a long
slow re-entry into my ass. This guy was going
to take his time. When he
sunk back in me, he positioned him self in such
a way that you could see
his cock making the journey. At least I think
that's what made so many of
the guys watching gasp. There were several "Oh
Gods", as he began sawing my
ass. He was so hard. Solid. And the heat from
his cock radiated inside me.
I was full. Full of cock which was being
administered to me so
professionally the guy could have made a living
at it. He was like the
third guy who fucked me; methodical, all
business. Suddenly I heard some
one say between clenched teeth, "I can't help
it!. I'm gonna cum!!" I felt
a blob of jizz land on my forehead. I think the
rest landed in my
hair. That was followed by more groans and
suddenly a volley of cum landed
on various parts of my head. There was cum in
my ears, all over my
face. Some actually landed up my nose. The guy
fucking me picked up
speed. There were guys wiping their cum spent
cocks on my face or
wherever, and he was watching this from his
vantage point of fucking my
sk8er ass. Speaking of watching, I could smell
more and more cigarette and
pot smoke. Guys were in the stands watching,
and having a leisurely smoke
as they did. Some guys would pass in front of me
on their way to their
seats and I could see some of them had a beer in
one hand and a cigarette
in the other. It was like they were watching
porn at home. Take a drag and
take a swig as they watched some guy get fucked.
Except if they wanted,
they could just get up, come down and fuck me
for real. The guy who was
actually fucking me was getting close. He was
throwing
himself into me so
that the little body fat I do have made ripples
from the epicenter of his
fuck. Some new guys gathered around my face as
they watched this animal go
into full fuck mode. I could feel drops of his
sweat landing on me, or was
it cum from the other guys? I had a sheen of
sweat too, so that when he
connected with my skin as he thrust home there
was a "swawk" sound. If I
hadn't been strapped onto the fuck bench, he
would have fucked me off it.
"You want it, pig?", he asked
I could hear Shannon laugh.
"DO YOU WANT IT?"
My voice seemed so far away as I said, "Uh huh"
"Say the words!!"
"I want your load. I want your cum!!!"
I sensed guys drawing closer to me. Then with
a primal scream the guy
fucking me started to shoot, injecting his load
deep into me. OMG it was
amazing. His shooting cock went where no cock
had been before. And he
didn't stop fucking; he kept pistoning my ass
as he shot spurt after spurt.
I lost count of the number of cum throbs, but
even after he must have been
dry, he kept humping me. Then he stopped dead.
There was a fresh shower of
cum from the guys who had been watching and
jacking. Then my fucker pulled
out and I was empty. He made a big show of
grabbing the Sharpie and I soon
felt it scraping across my flesh.
Four.
I was positive he went over to share Shannon's
spliff.
Would they talk about me? I thought about that
as I lay there, panting,
trying to catch my breath. If you've never been
fucked then you don't know
that a fucking takes quite a bit out of you.
Especially the guys who had
just fucked me. It's a bit like boxing; you
take one hit after
another. Okay, it's a different part of your
body, but it's still punch
after punch.
I was covered in sweat and quite a bit of cum,
although the cum was
concentrated around my face and head. I knew
guys were circling me. But no
one wanted to fuck me. They were like I said
before, just looking me over.
Once in a while a guy would shoot on me. I felt
like a total cum rag. I
loved it.
Use me when you feel like it.
After about 10 minutes, I had caught my
breath and was getting a bit cold
as the sweat dried.
All of a sudden someone burst into the room
and I could smell beer fumes.
Instinctively, I knew exactly what this guy
was like. All gay guys have met
someone like him. He was in his 20's to 30's.
He had been out for a few
beers after work. Those beers had made him
lose his inhibitions and here he
was in a bath house, with all his in-denial
bravado. You know, "My girl
friend won't suck my cock, so I'll let you,
you faggot." The vibe in the room changed.
I could see him in the mirror taking stock.
It didn't take him long.
"Whoa!"
I waited. I knew what he thought would be an
insult was coming.
"Now I know why they give you a rubber when
you come in here!" He laughed.
No one else did.
"How many of you faggots have fucked his
ass?"
Then his eyes must have caught the stripes
on my ass.
"Jesus Christ!!! You're marking him???!!"
The extreme hotness of the scene penetrated
his jock-boy veneer for a
moment.
"Fuck!". He almost whispered the word. I could
sense deep respect as he
acknowledged the hornieness of it.
Next I heard a condom packet being opened and
almost immediately my ass was
invaded. This guy had no finesse, no style. He
just sunk his cock in and
fucked.
"Oh fuck! Oh God yeah, Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
Fuck-talk isn't literature, but this guy was
talking like the amateur he
was.
That doesn't mean I didn't like it. It was a
different fuck.
And his
enthusiasm for my ass was nice. But I knew he
wouldn't last long. I totally
wished he was unwrapped, because I just knew
his load would be huge. As I
thought that, he shot. Spurt after spurt in
that fucking condom. What a
waste!!
The guy was from central casting. As soon as he
took the mandatory 3 deep
after-cum breaths, the guilt set in. He pulled
out his rapidly softening
cock and started to leave.
"Aren't you going to mark his ass?" It was
Shannon being a total jerk.
"No. It's alright", the guy said as he
sheepishly left the room.
"S'ok dude", Shannon said, "I'll do it for ya!"
and he laughed.
I felt the Sharpie cross my ass again.
Five.
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Then Shannon did a circle around me, inspecting
me.
"It's too bad that ass hole fucked up his throat
so much.
It would be hot
to see him getting cum at both ends." He
shrugged as he accepted the set
back.
He squatted down and cupped my cum-dripping chin
in one hand. I slowly
opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and made
a trough with it. Shannon
got it right away.
"Fuck!!! I don't believe you!"
He stood up and addressed the other guys in the
room.
"Okay. For those of you who weren't here earlier
some idiot fucked his face
so hard that his soft palate is pretty well
done. But you can cum on his
tongue. He'll make a spooge canal for you and
you can jack off right into
it. He didn't say, but I figger he'll collect as
much cum as he can on his
tongue before he swallows it. If you cum on his
tongue you don't get to
mark him, though. That's only for guys who fuck
his ass."
Just like Cum Darts, Shannon liked to make
rules.
I lifted my head and made my tongue a spooge
canal, just like he said.
Right away a guy rested his glans on my tongue
and started stroking.
That's exactly what I had in mind and I was
grateful you don't have to draw
pictures for gay guys.
Then I heard Shannon say, "I feel like
fucking him again. Unless someone
else wants to?" Nice and polite.
A voice said, "You wanna double-dick him,
dude"
"Nah, double-dicking is more trouble than
it's worth. You gotta be a fucken
acrobat!", Shannon was doubtful.
"C'mon dude! At least try."
I said to myself, "Yes, c'mon Shannon! At least
try!"
"Nah", Shannon said again.
"At least let's double-fuck his mouth", the guy
was persistent.
"Well, face fucking is out, like I said, but we
could both cum on his
tongue if u wanna".
"I wanna", the other guy said and there were
soon 3 guys with hard cocks in
the vicinity of my mouth. The guy who was
actually jerking off on my
"spooge canal" started to pick up speed and I
opened my mouth wider. Then
his epidural howitzer unleashed a volley that
bathed my bruised soft
pallet. That felt awesome. Then he laid about 3
ribbons of cum on my
tongue. I let them lie there. The taste buds in
my tongue sensed the cum
and that triggered my saliva which mingled with
the cum
I could only imagine how slutty that looked as I
looked up at Shannon and
the other guy, my cum covered tongue maintaining
the spooge canal.
Then I caught a glimpse of the other guy and
nearly swallowed the
load. OMG, he's like 12!!
Of course he wasn't 12, but he was the twinkiest
twink I have ever seen or
will ever see. He was about 5-10 with white
hair. Not Albino, but blond
hair that's sun bleached. If he had any body
hair, I couldn't see any. And
he was shaved. No pubes. Even though I'm not a
twink-aholic by any
means, I thought he was uber-cute.
Shannon must have too, because the next thing I
know he's on his knees
sucking the twink's cock over my spooge canal.
Whoa. Shannon? Sucking
cock? But like I say the twink WAS cute. And to
see his impressive-sized
hard cock sticking out from his hairless body
was totally hawt!
It turns out that Shannon was a good cock
sucker. At least judging from the
sounds the twink made. And Shannon was making
all kinds of cock-sucking
cock-sucker sounds of his own. Shannon, a cock-
sucker. It's kinda funny in
retrospect.
All of a sudden, Shannon's mouth let go of the
guy's cock, which swung back
and forth over my spooge canal tongue. Then he
took his own tongue and
scooped all the cum that was on mine. He stood
up and started kissing the
twink!! He forced the cum into his mouth. I
could hear the twink respond,
"mmmm". Then there was slurping and sucking
sounds as the cum leaked out
of the twink's mouth and Shannon licked it up
again and then put it back in
the twink's mouth .
They were so into kissing each other and
snowballing that their cocks swung
freely back and forth over my tongue. I licked
at them as much as I could
wishing someone would fuck me. I think all the
guys in the room were too
mesmerized by what was happening between Shannon
and the twink to get into
the game as I, the slut almost writhed in lust
underneath them.
All of a sudden my ass was filled with cock.
Thank you! THANK YOU!!
"Take it you cheap bitch!!"
I'm like "Wha?"
Then I recognized the voice: it was the guy at
the front desk! The bitchy
fag. I couldn't believe it. A guy who probably
sits on the toilet to piss,
is fucking me and being all butch.
"I'm gonna make you take my load you slut!!"
This is too bizarre! Shannon is sucking cock
and loving it. This nelly fag
is fucking my ass and loving it. I do a mental
shrug and accept that it is
what it is. I squeeze down on the nelly fag's
cock and look up at the 2
cocks swinging so tantalizing in front of me.
The nelly fag is a totally lousy lay. He just
had some need to try to
humiliate me and this was the only thing he
could think of. I may have
been his first piece of ass. Whatever, he wasn't
very hard and he wasn't
very good. But I played my part of the cum pig
and fucked
his cock the best
I could.
Shannon and the twink wanted to cum. Not more
than I wanted them to.
"Hey! Pussy boi. Fuck off!" I knew who Shannon
was talking to and he
didn't like it.
"As if!", the nelly fag said in his nelly fag
voice, all bitchy attitude.
"I said, FUCK OFF!!", and with that Shannon went
around me and literally
pulled the guy out of my ass.
"You are sooooo barred from here!", he lisped.
"As if!", Shannon mimicked and everyone in the
room joined in his laughter.
There was no way they were going to bar a dude
like Shannon. It was like
the Tool Box; he was good for business.
I couldn't see him, but I could picture the
nelly fag leaving with his half
hard cock. Pathetic. So much for that display
of superiority. Guys like
him, too many guys, are alla time judgmental,
and it was cool to see him
put in his place. He wanted to humiliate me and
he was the one humiliated.
Suddenly my ass was filled with cock again. A
REAL cock I mean. All hard
and throbbing. It felt like Shannon. And it
was. I knew from the way he
sunk into me and just took possession.
I looked up and saw the twink watching as
Shannon sank into me. He started
to jerk his cock. It didn't take long until it
was hard again.
I made my tongue into a spooge canal again and
the twink placed his cock
head onto it and jacked. His cock was so fine.
I was surprised at myself that
a pretty boi would affect me so much, but he
did. And the scene affected
other guys too: a hairless blond twink jerking
onto the tongue of a slutty
sk8er boi who was being fucked by this stud. The
air was thick with
poppers, marijuana smoke, man-sweat and cum.
There were several guys around
my head and I could hear them jacking. I had a
feeling someone of them
were hoping to cum on the twink. Again I was
surprised at myself when I
thought that it would be hot to see his hairless
white skin spooged. He
must have put 2 and 2 together himself and
didn't like the result. All of a
sudden he let go of his cock which swung freely
and he grabbed for 2 of the
cocks that were closest to him. The cocks'
owners gladly let him take hold
and he began to jack them, one on either side of
my spooge canal.
"Fuck!" That was Shannon as he really began to
plow my ass.
I knew what he meant. And it was Christmas at
the bath house for the 2
guys: their cocks were being jacked by an
impossibly cute twink onto the
tongue or face of a sk8er boi. One of them shot
almost right away. Across
my spooge canal onto the other guy's cock.
Except the other guy's cock was
being jacked by the twink. So some of the cum
landed on his hand. His plan
hadn't worked so well. It didn't bother him
that much as he squeezed the
last of the cum out of the first guy. He wiped
it off with his thumb and
then licked it. .
"FUCK!!" It wasn't Shannon this time. It was
the other guy. He started to
shoot. He must have been saving it for a while
because there were these
totally long ropes of cum spewing from his cock.
I could hear Shannon's breath coming faster. He
was close.
The twink aimed the guy's cock at my spooge
canal, but he was rock hard and
the twink couldn't aim it very well. Finally he
let go of the cock which
spasmed in mid air. He must have shot 3 feet.
Again and again. I'm not
sure where the cum landed. His cock was like a
fire hose that's been
dropped. It was out of control. It spurted
everywhere. Some landed on me,
but not my tongue.
"Oh my god! Oh My God!! OH MY GAWD!!" The guy
maybe cummed like this alla
time, but I bet he never enjoyed it as much as
this.
Meanwhile the twink had moved back to where
Shannon was fucking me. He put
one arm around his shoulder and watched as
Shannon's cock went in and
out. He jacked his own cock with the other. The
guy who had just cum, went
up to the twink, gave him a kiss on the cheek
and left.
I don't how many guys were circling around us,
jerking, but there were
quite a few, and quite a few more sitting on the
benches. It was a safe bet
they were jerking too.
Then the twink said to Shannon, "Stop fucking
him".
I knew Shannon was about 15 stokes from cumming,
but he
stopped. I don't
know how he did it. He was rock hard and
pulsating inside me.
The :"ticka ticka" of jacking cocks stopped.
What would happen next?
No one knew, but everyone knew something would.
I swallowed. My tongue was tired. And dry.
Then the twink took his arm off Shannon's
shoulder, grabbed his cock and
began a slow stroke. He moved so that he was
stroking over where Shannon's
cock was still jammed rock hard into my ass.
"Pull it out a bit, dude"
Shannon pulled out about 3 inches and got even
harder if that was possible.
The twink started to stroke a bit faster.
"You didn't wanna double-dick him. Okay. I'm
gonna cum on your cock and
you're gonna fuck that cum into him!"
OMG!!!
This blond haired, blue eyed twink was a dirty
boi! And a good one.
The "ticka ticka" sound of cocks being stroked
started again.
"Start fucking him again dude", the twink said.
And Shannon did. Did he ever! Not with his
usual finesse, because he was
trying to kiss the twink and that meant the
precision of his usual fucks
was missing. But there was something else to
make up for it. He was really
fucking turned on!!
I was too. Totally.
I made my tongue into a spooge canal again,
hoping for the best.
The best would be for Shannon and the twink to
cum at the same time, and
then the rest of the guys who had circled the 3
of us.
Shannon was gonna cum in about 30 seconds. I'm
a cum pig. I knew it. I
sensed the twink was concentrating on cumming
too.
"Gonna cum on your cock, dude. Then you fuck my
load into him!" Such
filthy words coming from such a pretty face. I
loved it!!
Shannon kicked it up a notch. EVERYONE with a
hard cock kicked it up a
notch.
Then the twink positioned himself as best he
could beside Shannon. Good!
If he shot across Shannon's cock, there wouldn't
be much cum. But if he
shot ALONG Shannon's cock there would be more.
I looked around at the guys who were watching
all this, my spooge canal
ready, and willing.
The twink started to make the cum sounds. I
couldn't see, but I could feel
what happened. A glob of cum at the junction of
my ass and Shannon's
cock. Just above it, so his next 3 or 4 thrusts
pushed it in as it dribbled
down.
"Stop fucking him!", the twink yelled.
Shannon stopped, although I don't know how.
The twink's next volleys came quick and he aimed
them at Shannon's already
glistening cock. Shannon started pumping me
again. And with each down
stroke the twink's cum was fucked into my ass.
The guys watching started to
cum. I held my head steady as much as I could
considering Shannon was pile
driving my ass. My spooge canal at the ready.
But only a few drops landed
in it. The cum was flying everywhere, landing
everywhere. One me mostly,
but everywhere. Unfortunately, a lot on the
floor.
Then there was a growl. I mean a deep growl,
like a bear or something. It
was Shannon, He was cumming and it was going to
be intense. In all the
times he fucked me, I never heard him like this.
As he rammed his cum deep
inside me, he was "Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh, HUH, HUH,
HUH". It was so hot. Like
for the first time since I've known him he was
sexually satisfied. With me,
anyway.
Not that I care, really, but it was interesting.
So was what happened next. After everyone had
caught their after-cum
breaths, including Shannon, he pulled out. He
gave my ass a friendly pat
and said, "Thanks".
And he was gone I haven't seen him since.
Whatever.
The twink said, "Cool. I get to tag you!"
I thought at first he was going to fuck me, and
I was like
"whoa" where
does he get his drugs to get hard so fast. But
when I saw him grab the
Sharpie, I knew what he meant; "tag" as in what
graffiti artists do. It
seemed to me he made a really big mark half way
down my thigh. I'm not sure
why, since he didn't fuck me, but he seemed to
want to make a
statement. "THIS many guys have fucked this
pig!"
I'm like, "Yeah , and so?" But I HAD lost
count. Was it 6 now, or 7? Or
was it 5? No, it was more than that. I was sure
at least 5 guys had fucked
me. Or had they? I was starting to get woozy.
I was physically exhausted;
I was getting a secondary high from all the pot
and hash smoke. I started
to fall asleep. The last thing I remember was a
hard cock being shoved up
my cum-filled ass. I smiled to myself. You
know how really stupid thoughts
come to you just before you fall asleep? I
sang to myself, "Fuck a boi
sk8er on the fuck bench, to the tune of "Rock a
bye baby" ... and then
everything went dark.
Every now and then what was really happening
would invade my sleep. It
depended on the ferocity of the fuck. I would
become aware that someone was
fucking me like it was the last thing he would
do before he died;
incredible fuck thrusts so forceful I was lucky
I had so much cum in my ass
so I wasn't friction-burned. Then I would fall
back to sleep.
So there I was unconscious on the fuck bench
with guys
fucking me and my
body was looking like it was being jolted by
lightening, or something else
electrical. It's amazing how many guys got off
on fucking a guy who was
unconscious. I know exactly how many there were
that night; 14; because
when I woke up the next morning... well it
happened this way.
I was cold. Real cold. The kind of cold you feel
when you wake up in your
bed at about 5 in the morning and you discover
you've kicked off all the
blankets.
I shivered.
I heard a voice say, "Wakey, wakey!"
I'm like, "wtf?"
It was the twink. He had dressed. He was
wearing boarders and tee.
"I went back to my room and had a few hours
sleep. I thought I'd check up
on you before I left." He began to unstrap me.
All of a sudden I could feel the cum inside me
banging on the other side of
my ass wanting to get out. RIGHT NOW! I started
to panic a bit. I'm a cum
pig, but other than that I'm very clean. I
didn't want the cum to spew all
over the floor. The twink seemed to read my
mind.
"There's a bathroom just outside the room dude.
It's like 25 feet away. Clench
your ass like you've never clenched it before
and you'll make it."
But I had been on the fuck bench for, what? 8
hours? During that time I
had been fucked every which way to Sunday. Every
muscle in my body ached.
Plus my blood circulation had been blocked when
I had been strapped to the
fuck bench. When I got to my feet, I was very
unsteady. The twink grabbed
me so I wouldn't fall. The cum inside me was
crashing against my pucker
like the waves you see when a hurricane hits
Florida. I clenched my ass. I
thought it was going to be a losing cause. I
headed for the can with the
twink holding me steady. I didn't think I was
going to make it. I could
feel some of the cum force its way out of my
ass. It ran down my leg. I
had been fucked in public, more than once, more
than twice, oh, what the
fuck, a lot, and there were vidz out there to
prove it, but if I let go of
all the cum inside me, THAT would be really
embarrassing. I could see the
bathroom. Just a few more feet. Almost there.
I could see the door to a
stall half open and I focused on it. I broke
into a half trot and
immediately regretted it, because that allowed
more cum to force its way
out of my ass. I slammed open the door to the
stall and sat down on the
toilet and WHOOOSHH!! A torrent of cum blew out
of my ass like a dam had
been breached. Which is exactly what had
happened.
I felt myself turn red. I was totally
humiliated. Even now I can't bring
myself to write exactly why. Let's just say a
lot of air had been fucked
into me along with the cum. Finally I was
empty. And I felt empty too. I
was of 2 minds about that. I was in the classic
"man on a toilet
position": each elbow on a thigh, head bent
over. I looked up to see the
twink watching me. I felt myself get even
redder. Like I said, a lot of
people have seen me do a lot of things and I'm
cool with that, but watching
me sitting on the toilet isn't one of them.
The twink said., "You had quite the night after
I left". He pointed to my
right leg. Then he came into the stall.
"This is my mark. That was 6 guys who fucked
you. There are
14 other marks
after mine. That means you got fucked by at
least 20 guys last night!
Fourteen guys fucked you while you were out
cold!!
"At LEAST 14, because there could have been guys
who just fucked you and
left without marking you. That is sooooo hot.
Making me hard." He started
to knead his package through his boarders.
"I wanted to fuck you last night, but now I'm
not so sure!" He laughed.
He pulled me off the toilet. My humiliation was
complete; I needed help
getting off the fucking toilet.
"Go hit the showers. I'll get the key to your
room from the front desk and
bring you a towel" .
I looked at him questioningly.
"Oh", he explained. "The guy you were with last
night left right after he
dumped his load in you".
Shannon left? Just like that?
I headed for the showers walking toward them
like a toddler on unsure feet.
When I got there I stopped to look in the
mirror. I stared at myself. My
face was encrusted with dry cum. Who knows how
many guys had jerked off on
my face in addition to the 20 guys who had
fucked my ass?
My hair is quite
long and I could see tufts of it sticking out at
odd angles. Some guys had
used my hair as a cum rag and their cum made it
stick out just like hair
spray.
I was sore, I was covered in cum, about 20 guys
had fucked me.
It had been a good night.
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The hot shower felt good, if for no other reason
than I was still
cold. Guys who go to bath houses will know what
I mean. When you go to
sleep in your room, the thin sheet they give you
isn't enough and you
always wake up cold. I put my head under the
nozzle and let the hot water
wash the cum off me. I soaped up and gave myself
a thorough wash. I bent
over and let the hot water clean my ass crack.
That felt REALLY good. I
grabbed my ankles and laughed. Some guy could
come in and start fucking me
and the whole cycle would start all over again.
Most of all though
grabbing my ankles gave me a chance to stretch a
bit. That felt good.
I spent a good 10 minutes in the shower enjoying
the heat and making sure I
got real clean. When I stepped out the twink was
there with a towel, as
promised. I smiled at him and began to towel
off. I noticed guys in
business suits walking by, cruising the twink
first, and then me.
"It looks like they want to start the day with a
bang!!", the twink
laughed.
I gave him a puzzled look.
"Dude, it's 7 AM. These guys want to have a
quick piece of ass before
work!"
I shrugged and finished drying myself. Then I
tied the towel around my
waist.
The twink laughed again. "Modest!"
He led the way to my room. At least the room
Shannon had rented for the 2 of
us.
He opened the door with the key he got from the
front desk. I wasn't sure
how he managed that, but I didn't really care.
Although in the gay world
when you are that young and pretty, you write
your own ticket.
I sat down on the bed/bench and began to get
dressed. He watched.
Then he said, "Pay back time"
I wasn't surprised. No one ever did anything for
me unless there was a "Pay
back time"
I looked up at him, waiting for him to tell me
what the pay back was.
"I wanna cum on your face"
I shrugged ok.
"But, I want you to wear it going home".
I shrugged ok again, but my cock began to swell
in my boxer briefs.
The bath house was, duh, located in the gay
village. Even though it was
very early in a world that lives by night, there
would be a few people
around. As I walked home some of them would see
me with cum on my
face. Wet cum, so there would be no mistake.
The twink pulled out his cock and began to
stroke it. I pulled his
boarders down so I could get a full view of his
hairless crotch. Then he
opened the door to the room to give anyone
passing a full view.
What they would see was a twink beating the face
of a sk8er boi with his
cock. The sk8er boi with his tongue out and his
mouth open, licking at the
underside of the twink's sizable cock.
Soon there were 3 or 4 guys outside the door
watching, pulling at their
cocks through their towels. A couple of guys who
were still in their suits
hurried away to get changed. A guy came into
the room and grabbed the
twink's ass. The twink brushed it away. So the
guy pulled his cock out
from the towel covering and stroked as he
watched, now up close. The twink
grabbed me by the chin and looked into my eyes.
Then he let go of my chin
and grabbed a fist full of hair on each side of
my head with both hands and
held my head steady. That meant his hard cock
was swinging free. Someone
forced his way into the room , dropped to his
knees and tried to catch the
cock with his open mouth. The twink was
enjoying himself. He had by this
time 5 or 6 guys salivating over him, and
sitting on the edge of the bed
was me, the cum pig.
He took hold of his cock and began to stroke it
slowly in front of my
face. He looked at his audience. And smiled.
Then he turned back to me. By
this time he had some pre. He took his cock and
dragged it up the left side
of my face, leaving a trail of pre behind. .
Over the bridge of my nose,
but then his cock went dry. He took it and beat
my lips with it until I
opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He beat
my tongue until the
wetness and heat of it coaxed out some more pre.
Pre and my saliva. Then he
placed his cock on the bridge of my nose where
he had left
off. And dragged
it across leaving a wet trail behind. Down the
right side of my face. I
heard someone open a vial of poppers. I heard
someone else grunt a couple
of times before leaving shot spots on the floor,
or somewhere. I heard
other guys breathing more heavily. I heard
someone else begging the twink
to let him rim his ass. If his cock and it
payload wasn't right in front
of my face, I would have been the one begging.
He lapped it all up. He knew he was drop-dead
gorgeous. He knew he was the
stuff of jerk-off fantasies and wet dreams. But
he was human. He was going
to cum soon.
"I'm going to cum on this pig's face", he said.
I could hear guys stroking their cocks faster.
"And he's promised me he's going to leave here
and wear it home".
Someone shot their load.
"So here it comes."
He locked eyes with me and quickened the pace of
his jerking.
There were about 6 guys watching outside the
room, and 3 guys had forced
their way inside. Bath house rooms are very
small so it was a tight
fit. The twink moved them over to his right side
then he moved me across
the bed closer to the door so the audience could
see. .
"Ready?" He wasn't asking me. He was asking his
audience
Someone else shot.
"SHOOT IT DUDE!!!" someone yelled.
And the twink did. He may have looked like 12
with his sun bleached blond
hair and shaved pubes, but he shot like a man.
And like he did with
Shannon's cock as he fucked me, he laid it out
in ribbons. Four of
them. From my hair down my face, over my lips
and onto my chin.
One after another he laid them down my face, and
one after another the
audience shot their loads as they watched. I
closed my eyes so the cum
wouldn't sting, but it leaked though my eye lids
and stung like fuck. That
meant I was squinting through the cum when I
eventually opened my eyes.
He was looking down at me with a smile on his
face as his cock softened.
"Looks good on you dude", he said as he pulled
up his boarders.
I looked into his eyes, with the ribbons of his
cum starting to run down my
face.
"Go home!", he ordered.
He watched as I finished dressing and left the
bath house with his cum
glistening on my face.
The sun was bright. It would have bright even
if I hadn't spent the last
few hours in a gay subterranean world.
Like I said it was just after 7AM, so there
weren't a lot of people
about. Because it was the gay village, there
were even fewer gay people
about.
But there were some.
As I stood at the bus stop, cum on my face, head
held high, the twink
appeared at my side.
"Dude. You rock!"
As I watched him walk away, I said to myself,
"Yeah I do!"
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After that I was pretty much a full-time, fully
addicted cum pig. I dropped
out of school, not that I had been going that
much. I was constantly on
gay.com looking for hook ups, or I would go to
glory holes to get my fix.
But after about 2 years I had sucked off or been
fucked by everyone in the
city. I was like a vid in your porn collection.
After you've used it to
cum a few times, you get bored. Guys got bored
with me after a while.
So I decided to move. About 200 miles away to a
bigger city. OMG it was
amazing. I was fresh meat to the guys there who
were fresh meat to me. .
I had been living there for about a year when I
met Mike. He had found a
guy, me, who would let himself be covered in
cum, and I had found a guy
equally nasty, but from a different perspective.
Mike had thought about this a lot. After he got
to know me a little, he
said I would have to move. Again.
"Dude, you have probably sucked or been fucked
by hundreds of guys in this
town. So you are like a used cum wipe. I need
you to be somewhere where
you are fresh meat again."
That made sense. Anyway it wasn't as if I was
going to be named Jaycee
Citizen of the Year in the city I was in.
"I'm not sure how many guys it's going to take
exactly, but it's gotta be
hot for the guys. Not same old same old."
I knew exactly what he meant.
Mike said we should move to a city about 300
miles away. It had a catchment
area of about 5 million people according to him.
I didn't know what a
"catchment area" was, but if 10 percent of the
population is gay, that
meant half a million new guys with new cum.
Done and done. . We moved. He sub-let a very
nice house from a couple who
were on a sabbatical somewhere.
Whatever Mike did for a living he didn't seem to
need an office, so it
really didn't matter where he lived. There's a
term for that which I
forget but it's 3 letters and one of them is "M"
for "mortar". He was a
consultant of some kind and his laptop and
Blackberry seemed to be all he
needed. He would sit at the breakfast bar, spend
about an hour on line,
make a few calls and that was it. Nice job.
Mike was smart. He knew he had a caged animal on
his hands and that he had
to act fast. I totally loved sucking his cock
and being fucked by him. He
was the best I'd had so far, but he knew I would
get bored quickly and
escape. So after he finished whatever work he
had to do, he was on the
phone or on line with people setting up his
fantasy.
I wasn't allowed to leave the house. If I had
been someone else, I would
have watched porn and edged, but as I've said, I
don't cum unless some guy
can fuck it out of me. So I slept as late as I
could, serviced Mike and
then watched day time TV. And yawned.
He always seemed to have an eye on me when he
was on the phone or on line
as if he thought I would make a run for it. He
wasn't all wrong about
that. I could hear his voice becoming more
urgent as he made
arrangements
with a bath house, designed a web site, created
some flyers and a
poster. They all had one thing in common: a
picture of me advertising what
he called a "Cum-a-palooza". I didn't like the
name very much, but, meh, it
was his fantasy. The picture of me was amazing.
I'm not exactly sure when
he took it but I looked a like a total slut. I
mean it was very flattering,
but my lips were almost ruby red, my eyes were
glazed and I looked like I
lived for cum, which was true, but somehow he
captured that on film. I
don't think you can Photoshop that look.
As he was working on the web site he said to me,
"Too bad it can't be
"cumaplooza dot CUM!" He laughed at his own joke
and I smiled at him. As I
said in Chapter 1, I liked Mike... a lot. He
was almost like a kid with a
new toy. Or a kid who knew he was about to get a
new toy and he was excited
about it.
At night he was in the gay chat rooms telling
guys to spread the word. He
went to the college chat rooms and trolled for
horny young guys who just
want to put their cocks someplace wet and warm.
The deal he made with the bath house was this:
if someone came to the door
and said. "I've got a package for the cum pig",
they would be buzzed in for
free. He convinced them they were going to get
so much publicity it would
be worth it to let who-knows-how-may-guys in for
free. Since there were 2
other bath houses in town, all after the same
crowd, it was a perfect
selling point. He also added a lot of guys would
"cum and go". He was
thinking of the college guys who might not
otherwise go to a bath house,
but once they had the experience might be back.
As fast as he worked on it, it still took about
3 weeks and I was going
crazy. I sucked his cock so ravenously that it
became chafed. Even though
it must have hurt like hell, he let me suck it
anyway. Like I said , I
liked Mike a lot.
One advertisement he took out puzzled me at
first. He placed it one of the
daily newspapers, not the gay papers because he
was in a hurry and the gay
papers only came out once a month. . He was
looking for one or 2 gay
paramedics and he gave his cell phone number. Of
course there were quite a
few crank calls, but a couple of genuine ones.
My jaw
literally dropped
when I realized why he wanted paramedics,
specifically GAY paramedics.
He explained what he was planning to one of the
callers and said, "So I
don't know how long it's going to take,
obviously, and he has to be fed, so
I was thinking intravenously."
Omg! OMG!! HAWT!!!!!
Like I said, Mike had thought of everything: he
knew no straight paramedic
would go into a bath house and start a drip on
some fag pig! I thought to
myself, a gay paramedic might have problems with
that idea. I was right. It
took a while and a lot of persuading before Mike
found someone who would do
it. And the guy wanted to insert a tube through
my nose.
"Absolutely no way!!", Mike was having none of
that. He called it a "boner
killer"
"And I'm not crazy about the needle being in his
arm either. It's not hot
seeing cum on a fucken plastic tube. I want it
all on his skin. Think of
another way that's less obvious."
He advertised for a "fluffer", like in fuck
flicks. He was flooded with
guys who wanted that job. But again Mike had
thought it through: he wanted
a hot young guy who would easily make guys hard.
"If we get any college guys, which I hope we
will, they could be so nervous
they can't get hard. Or so drunk!!" He laughed.
"So we need someone to
"fluff" them. The idea is to get you covered in
cum. That means the guys
have to jerk over you. Meaning hard cocks.
Meaning an ass or a mouth to
prep them. It can't be you because that would
ruin the effect."
I understood completely. The cum had to be
applied to my sk8er boi body.
And it had to stay there to accomplish Mike's
goal. If I was getting ass
fucked or face fucked the cum would be, or could
be jostled off. So, he
needed a fluffer.
The guy he picked was indescribable. And
unbelievable. I liked to think
that I was one of a kind. A teen completely and
totally addicted to
cum. There are lots of guys in their 50's and
60's who are cum pigs, but no
one my age. But Mike found one. He wasn't in my
league, but he was a
contender. He said he was 19, but in the pix he
sent, he
looked 15. He said
he was 5-4, 140 pounds. Blond streaks in his
hair. Violet eyes. But it
was his lips. My face and lips just scream out
"cum pig" But this guy was
more subtle. He had a pouty under lip that
always seemed to be wet and
welcoming. Fuck I almost wanted to fuck his
face myself. Almost.
He and Mike came to an agreement. On the
appointed night he would be beside
me and when someone came in he would smile in
the sluttiest way indicating
he was there to get them hard. They could sink
their cocks into his ass to
get them ready or his mouth. When they made the
deal, Mike added that to
the web page. "Fluffer on site!"
Mike had a long check list, and put a tick mark
beside "Fluffer"
It was about a week before the big day. I was
beside myself. I was pacing
through every room in the house. When I went
upstairs or downstairs and
grabbed the railing, it became a cock in my
hands. I swear I started
salivating.
The date was set. There was nothing that would
change that. The bath house
had been booked, all the posters had been
distributed, the word was
out. BUT IT WAS A WEEK AWAY!!!!
I hadn't cum in more than a month. Not only were
my balls swollen and sore,
but I could almost taste my cum backing up into
my mouth. Out of the blue Mike said, "We're
going out tonight".
I don't kiss, but I nearly broke my rule in that
instant. "Go take a shower and dress up
special", he smiled.
I think I used a full bottle of Axe. I used it
to wash my long hair instead
of shampoo, because it smells better. I think my
scruff makes me look more
slutty, but I decided to shave. I put on my
sk8er clothes and when I went
downstairs to the living room I thought I looked
pretty hot.
Mike agreed.
"I'll be back in 5", he said as he bounded
upstairs to the bath room to
take his shower.
That's all he needed. He was back downstairs in
less than 5 minutes
actually and he looked great.
He gave me a sk8 board. It was a Dark Star and
I was
impressed. He said
the kid of people who owned the house must be a
sk8er like me. I laughed to
myself. He might have been a sk8er, but he
wasn't like me.
It turned out that the house he had sub-let
wasn't far from the gay
village. I didn't know that because I hadn't
been allowed out. Mike said we
were going to walk. After a while, I noticed
people doing double
takes. Mike is totally hot, but they were
looking at me. Were they
surprised a sk8er would be with a guy like
Mike? No. He could get any
kinda guy. More likely they were surprised a
guy like me could get a guy
like Mike.
Then I realized they recognized me somehow.
Somehow? I knew that Mike had
been aggressive in publicizing next week, but so
much that people would
know me on the street?
"Down here", Mike said as he took some stairs
that led to a bar where the
music was making the walls rattle. And it was
only 9 o'clock.
When we walked in, since it was still early,
every fag in the place looked
toward us. Was it me, or did their jaws drop a
bit? It wasn't me. Their
jaws DID drop a bit as if they were surprised to
see me.
I looked around, not focusing on anything, as if
oblivious. But I wasn't. I
could feel all their eyes on me. Then my eyes
did focus on something, It
was me! Or at least it was me on posters all
around the bar! My vacuous
cum pig face, with vacant cum pig eyes were
staring vacantly back at me.
That explained the looks on the street and for
sure the looks in the bar.
"Yup. He's real And next week is real. Hope to
see you all there. With your
friends. And their friends!". Mike turned on his
heel and left and I
followed
It was like that at every bar he took me to and
there were about 8. He was
advertising me. Or like you see in stores
sometimes, "As advertised on
TV!" Mike was taking me around to show that
what they had seen on the net
and heard over the grapevine was true. It
wasn't gay bullshit for a change.
When we had toured all the bars, we went to the
bath house where it was all
to happen. It was nicer than other bath houses
I've been in and the guy at
the front desk wasn't a total snot like they
usually are.
Mike said to him, "I'm the guy who booked the
place for next Friday. I just
want to show him the layout"
The other guy smiled and buzzed us in.
It was quite crowded and once again guys would
look at me and do double
takes. And again I saw posters of me staring
vacantly from the walls. Mike
led the way and soon we were in the sling room.
Mike said, "Wait here. I have to get something
from the front desk. AND
DON'T DO ANYTHING!"
As soon as he left guys started coming into the
room and brushed up against
me as they passed. I could feel their hard
cocks and my knees nearly gave
way which would have put me in the classic
cocksucker position. I felt hands rub over my
ass. I started to quiver with lust. I
still had my sk8 board and I leaned on it for
support. Someone started to
lead me to one of the slings and I followed. I
was about to tear off my
clothes when there was a sharp, authoritative,
"NO!!"
It was Mike of course, about 5 feet away,
standing there holding a box. No
one moved. These guys didn't want to be deprived
of my ass, they were all
hard, they knew who and what I was and they
weren't going anywhere, at
least not quietly.
"Look. You know when you were a kid and about 2
weeks before Christmas you
couldn't wait to see your presents, so you went
looking for them? Remember
how it was fun to find them, but disappointing
too once you did? It
spoiled the surprise. The kid is going to be
here next week. It will be
worth the wait."
It was total bullshit, because next week they
couldn't fuck my ass or
mouth, but after a few moments, the crowd melted
away.
"Whew". Mike said. "I didn't think they'd buy
it!"
Neither did I. I wished they hadn't.
He put the box on the floor and opened it. As he
did the guy from the front
desk arrived with a step ladder.
"I'm not sure this is going to work, but I had a
sling custom-made for
you", Mike said as he got on the step ladder and
unhooked the sling that
was there from the ceiling. The sound of the
chains rattling
was
intoxicating for some reason. But I wasn't
prepared for my reaction to what
came next. Mike started to thread his custom
sling through the eye screws
or whatever they're called. The sound of the
metal links clinking against
the metal hooks in the ceiling went through me
like an electrical shock. I
don't know what it was, but I nearly jumped out
of my skin with lust. As
the chains were pulled through the hooks I
actually started to growl. It
may have been because I knew the sling was made
especially for me and what
was going to happen when I was in it and that
the day I was going to be in
it was very close. It was all I could do to stop
myself from going to the
ground and howling like a wolf baying at the
moon. I have never felt
anything like it. It was like the effect of
poppers, but without the amyl.
I was breathing heavily through my mouth, and
like I said I was growling
like an animal. I WAS an animal.
After a few moments Mike noticed my behavior,
and he stopped what he was
doing. When the sound of the chains stopped, I
settled down a bit. .It was
totally bizarre and I felt like I was coming out
of a trance or something.
I've mentioned that Mike was no dummy. He
assessed the situation and
suddenly started to laugh.
"Pavlov's pig!!"
As I caught my breath, I thought he was probably
right. But I also thought
that in some perverse way it was like a
condemned man in the old days
watching as the scaffold where they would hang
him was being built outside
his prison cell. Each hammer blow, each saw cut
must have sent a wave of
despair through him. But with me, the sounds of
the chains sent waves of
lust though me. Both of us accepted what was to
come, and both of us
reacted intensely.
"Go ask the guy in front for a joint and go
outside for a few minutes until
you calm down"
I shook my head but I did leave. Eventually I
found the lounge and plopped
down on a big chair. I was still catching my
breath. I wasn't on the verge
of freaking anymore, but I was still like, whoa.
There were a couple of other guys in the lounge
watching some fuck flick. I
started to watch it too. It was some Euro porn
and it wasn't
very
good. Apparently there are a lot of guys who
like Euro bois, but I think
they're just "gay for pay". They're not really
into it and it shows. And
there's no dialogue. Because they either can't
speak English, or they have
such heavy accents it's funny instead of hot.
I'm not looking for
Shakespeare, but... There's was one I saw where
they obviously coached this
kid, but as he is being plowed he's saying "Fack
muh!," Nothing beats good
old American porn, especially now that they
don't ruin in with cheesy disco
music and you can hear what's going on, and they
don't say "Fack muh!"
"I bet you could teach them a thing or two, cum
pig". The guy was about 45
and he was half smiling, half sneering, half
hoping. I gave him a half
smile back.
I think he assumed just a word or 2 to a pig
like me and I would be ripping
off his towel and scarfing down his cock. He had
no idea how close to the
truth he was. But I was under strict
instructions not to give it away
before next week.
My breathing had returned to normal so I got up
and went back to the sling
room. Mike had finished hanging his custom sling
and it was swaying a bit
when I entered and the way the lights sparkled
on the stainless steel and
highlighted the polished leather made me hard
again.
Mike was looking at it as he stroked his chin.
He looked undecided.
His back was to me and he said over his
shoulder, "Take your clothes off
and get in."
I pulled my tee over my head and then pulled off
my shorts. The entire
front of my gray boxer briefs were sopping with
pre. I took them off and
they landed with a "plop" on the floor like a
wet swim suit. I left my
shoes on. So I was there with my hard cock
swaying back and forth with a
strand of pre making its way to the floor as I
walked to the sling. I
turned around and backed into it. My hard cock
poking at my belly button.
"I'm not sure this is going to work", he
muttered under his breath, still
stroking his chin. It was like he had built a
deck in his back yard and he
wasn't sure if it would be strong enough to
support the barbeque.
Almost unconsciously he began to strap me in.
I was hard already, but at
the sound of the chains being rattled again, I
went uber hard.
"We might have to go with the dentist's chair
to have more skin
exposure". He was still talking to himself.
Guys were coming into the room. They started
to brush against Mike. He
ignored them.
I was now in the sling and he began to adjust
it. He said he had it custom
made and so each little pull or tug on the
chains put me in a slightly
different position. My legs were spread just
so. My head tilted back with
another adjustment. Another tug and I was on my
side. I was a puppet on
his chain link string. My hard cock was flat
against my flat sk8er boi
tummy. A puddle of pre was gathering on part of
my treasure trail. I was
so horny I started to move around in the sling.
Then I said the most words in a row I had ever
said to Mike. "Mike, I'm
gonna cum!"
He just stood there.
No one had touched my cock so far that night. In
fact no one had touched my
cock for about 3 years, and it appeared no one
was going to now.
But I hadn't cum in more than a month, and now
my spooge was not going to
be denied. Then Mike did something unexpected.
He didn't touch me, but he
leaned over and blew on the underside of my cock
head. The warm air was
just enough friction to bring my cum from my
depths. I felt it climbing
from my toes, although that couldn't be right,
even though it felt that
way. . It also seemed to be drawing itself in
from my sling trapped
arms. It seemed to drain from my head. All the
extremities of my body,
gathering and gaining force as the cum headed
for my cock. I started to
shake. The chains of the sling rattled in
response. The pre was in free
flow. All the cum had now gathered in my balls.
I could feel them
contracting against the top of my ass crack as
they gathered steam. My
cock was so hard, the skin where they had
circumcised me was pulled so
tight it was painful.
The crowd in the room got bigger. They were
watching me
helpless in the
sling and helpless against the orgasm I was
about to experience. My cock
was still flat against my flat sk8er tummy.
Then Mike adjusted the sling a little bit so
that I was at about a 45
degree angle. No one, not even me had touched my
cock. It was going to spew
entirely on its own. My breaths became even
deeper. My toes started to
curl. And that's when Mike shoved a bottle of
poppers under my nose.
OH GOD!!! I wanted a mouth on my cock. I wanted
my cock to be buried in a
hot ass!! PLEASE jerk my cock. Or let ME jerk
it!! But I was in a sling
and couldn't move and no one in the crowd
reached over to help me.
Then it came.
The fist spurt hit my chin, like a volcano
exploding, but after that, the
lava just poured out. My balls contracted
sending the sperm up in pulsating
gobs, one after the other. My cock jerked in
response. The cum flowed and
flowed, making its way as gravity dictated down
the underside of my shaft
to my balls, coating them with hot lava-cum.
Even after the 5 orgasmic
throbs, the cum kept coming. Oozing out and
flowing down my shaft. It was
pure white. And thick. And contrasted with the
red of my cock.
I sagged in the sling. I was totally spent.
Mike quietly took a spoon and gathered up all
the cum and put it in what
looked like a tapered laboratory tube.
"Anyone else wanna contribute?" I could vaguely
hear him ask.
"Especially if you can't be here next week. It
would be nice if you gave
him something to remember you by. Cum in the
bottle. I'm gonna put it in a
freezer and make a devil's dick".
In nano seconds there was a line up guys who
wanted to jerk into the test
tube.
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I don't know how I made it through the week. . I
kept thinking of those
guys lining up to cum in a tube; guys who I had
made hard. The thought of
even more guys lining up to cum on me meant that
I had a week-long boner by
the time Friday arrived. That boner was aided
and abetted by the thought of
the "devil's dick", and what Mike was going to
do with it.
We got to the bath house at about 7:30. All the
publicity said that the cum
pig would be ready at 9. But when we got there,
there was a line-up
already. Not out the door, of course. No one
wants to be caught dead lining
up OUTSIDE a bath house. Someone from work might
recognize them. But the
line-up reached the door, so there were about 15
guys waiting to get in. It
seems the guy at the desk didn't want to let
them in for free so early. The
deal was they had to say they had a package for
the cum pig and they would
be buzzed in. But the cum pig wouldn't be ready
until 9. The guy at the
desk had a point in balking at the early
arrivals: they would have an hour
and a half of free fucking before the main
event. They might even leave
before then. Eventually he let them in, but he
also let them know he wasn't
happy about it. When we reached the window,
there were another 15 guys
lined up behind us and he was in a real grizzly
mood. But that changed when
he recognized Mike. It was the same guy as last
week.
"Hey!", he said with a smile.
"Hey dude", Mike replied, also smiling.
The clerk looked at me, "So tonight's the big
night", he said. "Or at least
one of them!" His smile got even bigger as he
turned from me to Mike and
winked. Like I said before, he wasn't a snot
like so many of them are. He
was just making conversation. At least I think
he was.
We were buzzed in, and we picked up our key and
towels. The place was
almost packed with guys. Steady flows of towel
clad men passed each other
in opposite directions in all the corridors we
took to get to our room. And
they all recognized me. The room we were
assigned was much bigger than
most. It had a king size bed instead of a
wannabe cot and there were a
couple of monitors instead of just one.
"You wanna chill for a while?" Mike asked
indicating the bed.
I shook my head. If he thought I could sleep, he
was crazy. The adrenalin
was rushing through me. I was actually shaking.
More like shivering. I
thought this what it must be like for the
contenders in a prize fight just
before they step into the ring: the crowd
gathering outside;
the excitement
building; the uncertainty of the outcome.
Mike sparked up and handed me the spliff. I
don't normally smoke even
ordinary cigarettes but I took a deep toke,
hoping it would settle me down
"I got a few things to check out", Mike said and
left.
He had decided to go with the sling and not the
dentist's chair. He said
the chair would be too "clinical"; that a sling
would be 10 times more
raunchy. "And", he said, "That's what it's all
about, isn't it -- raunch!"
A moment later I heard the chains being threaded
through the hooks. Not
quite as electrifying as the week before, still,
they had an incredible
effect on me.
But the pot was taking a slight hold and I
didn't howl at the moon this
time.
Mike told me he expected 100 guys minimum would
show up tonight. There
would be quite a few married guys at first, he
said. They would have spent
a couple of hours in a bar somewhere, which they
usually did on a Friday
night after work, and then they'd come to the
bath house which they also
usually did on a Friday night, then they'd head
home to the wife and kids
in the suburbs. Mike said they'd probably
surprise their wives and be home
earlier than usual after dumping their loads on
me right away instead of
walking the halls for an hour or 2 looking for a
hook up. He also said
married guys don't go to bath houses on Saturday
night.
After the married guys and whatever others left,
he said it would quiet
down a bit until about 11 when more guys would
arrive on their way to the
clubs. He said they would probably just unzip,
cum and go. And when the bars closed he expected
a big crowd.
At about 5 or 6 I could get some sleep.
There was a knock on the door. I opened it a
crack.
"Danny?" a small voice asked.
I nodded.
"I'm Chase. Mike must have told you about me".
It was the "fluffer".
I nodded again and opened the door. He came in
He was very,
very cute, if
you like them that way. He looked even better
than in his pix. Small,
streaked hair, violet eyes and a pouty mouth,
yes, but there was a shyness
about him that was totally out of character for
what he was -- the warm up
act for a cum pig. I wondered if Mike made a
mistake getting someone so
cute. The guys might just dump their loads in
the fluffer instead of on me.
Chase sat down on the bed while I remained
standing.
"Dude, I'm sooooo nervous. I'm not sure I can go
through with it. I nearly
didn't come tonight.".
I didn't say anything.
He took a closer look at me now that his eyes
had become accustomed to the
dark.
"I'm glad I did though. You're totally hot!", He
smiled.
Fuck! He looked like one of those teenaged heart
throbs you see smiling on
the front pages of magazines they sell at the 7-
11. I mean he didn't look
like Zac Ephron or Jesse McCartney, but he was
that kind of cute.
He continued. "I mean it's not like we're going
to get in on or anything
ourselves, but it will be hot to get guys ready
for a cute boi like
you. And after, maybe we COULD get it on
together ourselves." There was
that smile again.
No, this does not end with me and him falling
madly in love and living
happily ever after. Just so you know.
I heard a key in the lock and Mike stepped in.
"Hey Chase. I see you've met Danny."
"Hi Mike, Yeah. He's hawt!".
"Do you guys want to take a shower before we
start?"
"I just had one like 5 minutes ago", Chase
didn't want to but I did. I was
clean, but I knew I wasn't going to be clean
again for a long time, so
yeah. I wanted to take a shower. I started to
take my clothes off.
Chase watched and said, "Maybe I should too"
"OK", said Mike. "I'll stand guard outside the
shower stall because these
guys will be all over you like white on rice."
I watched as Chase stripped. Again I was uneasy
that he would ruin
everything because he was so cute.
Mike must have read my mind. "Yeah he's pretty
fucken hot! The guys are
gonna love him. Don't be too upset if a few of
them give HIM their loads
instead of you!" He laughed. I didn't.
"Are you worried about that?" Mike laughed
again. Again I didn't, so he
turned serious.
"Danny, you're the star! It's your show. The
guys who cum in Chase won't be
a part of the biggest cum fest of all time,
never to be repeated. I call it
a "cumapalooza" for a reason. Unless they get
hard again and spooge you,
they will have missed out on being a part of gay
sex history!!!"
I felt better.
"OK wrap your towels around you and let's go."
Mike went first, then Chase and I closed the
door behind us. Mike plowed
the road ahead of us. But there were hands all
over us anyway as we headed
for the shower.
There were 3 guys in the stall, and Mike stuck
his head in.
"Hey guys, do you mind being as quick as you can
so Danny and his friend
here can take a shower?" He asked with that
disarming smile of his and the
3 guys couldn't rinse off and dry themselves
fast enough, leaving the stall
free.
Chase and I went in and draped our towels over 2
shower heads that weren't
being used. I faced the wall, stood to the side
and turned on the tap,
adjusting it until the water was just right.
Then I stepped into the water
and let it pour over my body. I tilted my head
back and let it splash on my
face and rinse my hair. In that position, my
hips were thrust out and
forward. I stepped back and let the water pour
all over my pubes, and over
my cock and balls. I turned around to see Chase
on the opposite side of
the stall in the same position I was a few
seconds before; head tilted
back, hips forward and one other thing. -- his
ass was clenched. I guess
mine had been clenched too a few moments ago,
but did it look that hot?
Then he turned around and was facing me.
The water had made his carefully styled hair lay
flat
against his head. You
couldn't see the blond highlights anymore. His
hair was the same color as
his pubes now. Very dark, almost black. His
pubes were a surprise. He had
some. Guys like him usually shave or trim their
pubes. Chase didn't. Actually I don't think he
had to. They were neat and tidy on their
own.
Someone had left a tube of Axe in the shower. My
brand too: Phoenix. I
took it and approached Chase. I took his hand
and pulled him out of the
water. Then I squeezed a big glob of the gel
into my right hand and started
applying it all over his body. It was obvious
he had had a shower not that
long ago. With no sweat or dirt, huge amounts of
foam formed on his tight
body. I added more and more of the Axe and
lathered him up. He giggled a
bit, grabbed the Axe and did the same to me.
But gently, almost
lovingly. No one had ever caressed me in quite
that way, and I found that I
liked it. All of a sudden I wanted us to be
just 2 bois hot for each other
and go away somewhere.
I soon snapped out of that bullshit.
I pushed Chase back under the water, I joined
him and within seconds we
were both rinsed and squeaky clean. We grabbed
our towels, dried off and
left the shower to be greeted by a wall of men,
most of whom had tented
their towels, or were stroking their cocks or
both. I thought. "hmm.. seeing 2 teens in the
shower seemed to affect them
somehow". I don't have a sense of humor, but I
chuckled at my own little
joke. .
Mike plowed the way again, through the forest of
men, to our room. He
unlocked the door quickly, pushed us in, and
closed the door behind him.
"Wow", he said. "Are they ever primed!"
He started to act like a coach.
"OK. I want this to be professional looking.
Danny, there's a spotlight on
the sling. But only on the sling. Outside the
sling it will be very
dark. There is a fuck bench just outside of the
spotlight so it will be in
the dark. But every now and then, and it's very
random, a strobe will
flash. It might flash once, and then 45 seconds
later again. Or it might
flash once then 2 minutes later flash again, and
again and again; a half
second apart, if that. So Chase, someone could
be fucking you unseen, then
all of a sudden be on full display. What I would
REALLY like, is for you to
crawl among their legs like a cat. Lick
someone's cock and move on. Lick
someone's ass and move on. Or suck a guy for a
few seconds. Then lead him
to the fuck bench. Or lead him to Danny. Use
your imagination. Be as horny
as you can. If a guy is gonna cum, I'd prefer
it if he came in your ass
and not your mouth. But, meh, cum happens, to
borrow a phrase, so go with
the flow to borrow another phrase. I thought
about introducing you as "the
fluffer", and I know that's what all the
advertising says, but now I want
you to sneak in. Like a cat. All of a sudden a
guy feels a hot mouth on his
cock and all of a sudden his doesn't. To borrow
one more phrase, I think
you'll be able to cut the air with a knife.
"Danny, our job is to get as many loads on you
as possible. Period. The
sling is lower than you might expect, since no
one will be fucking
you. It's low so the guys can shoot ON you and
not UP on you. That would
only waste a lot of cum. Trust me. I've thought
this through. The cum will
fall on you naturally.
"Now most guys will want to cum on your face.
Fuck, ALL the guys will want
to cum on your face! So the sling is designed so
that I can keep your head
and face out of their cock shot range. And
that's how we'll start. Your
head will be up and your feet will be down. I
don't know the angle degrees,
but your legs and crotch should get covered
first. Some of the cum, a lot
of the cum will drip off. There are pails at the
end of your feet to
start. Your angle will mean that's where most of
the cum will head. There
is a hole in the bottom of the pails so the cum
can ooze into a glass
vial. It's sort of the reverse of tapping maple
trees. Instead of a small
tap into a big pail. It's a big pail into a
small tap.
"So. Ready?" Neither Chase or I said anything
so Mike said, "OK Chase,
give us a few minutes. The way I figure it Danny
will get about 20 loads
real quick. You may wanna see that, by the way,
and feel free, but
otherwise, wait until he gets the easy ones out
of the way before you go to
work"
Mike opened the door and we walked out. He had
underestimated the
crowd. There must have been 25 guys waiting
outside out room alone. As we
walked toward the sling room all the walls were
lined with guys. Every one
of them looked married. Soccer dads and hockey
dads and other dads who were
expected home before 10 o'clock were lined up to
cum on the cum pig.
I don't judge.
When we got to the sling room, it was just as
Mike had said: a circle of
light on a sling that no guy had ever used
before. The stainless steel
chains sparkled.
We approached the sling and Mike turned me
around to face most of the
crowd. It was at a normal sling level, which
surprised me, because Mike had
said it would be lower. He had thought of
everything. At its normal height
I could just slip into it. Lowered, it might
have made for some awkwardness
as I tried to get in it. Totally not hot.
He made a show of it, mostly for my benefit I
thought. Sling links have
never made such noise as in the hands of Mike,
and he milked it. Finally,
it was ready, and he pushed me into it. I lay
back. There was a leather
saddle to hold my ass. He got between my legs,
took one of them and chained
it. As he moved to my other leg, he brushed my
ass with his hand. Then he
chained that one. So now my legs were spread.
The sound of the chains being rattled was sooooo
hot, I started to leak
pre.
I thought I heard a couple guys whisper, "Hurry
up!"
Other than that there wasn't a sound except for
the chains as Mike started
to trap my arms. When he was done, he pulled on
the main chains and my legs
went up as my head went back. The clinking links
almost drove me crazy.
There I was. Chained to a sling. Legs up. Head
down. About 100 guys in a
bath house waiting.
"Gentlemen, welcome to the first and only
Cumapalooza", Mike said.
"No one has ever tried this before, and I doubt
anyone will ever again.
They may try, but they will fail. First, they'll
never find a kid this cute
willing to do it".
Some guys started to clap. With my legs up and
head down, the blood was
rushing to my face, but I think I would have
blushed anyway.
"And second& there IS no second. They'll never
find a kid this cute willing
to do it!"
Now the applause was louder.
"But I have!!" Now they were really clapping.
What is it with the guys I meet? He was like
Shannon with this speech and
drama.
All of a sudden there was a blur and a hot mouth
on my semi hard cock. My
pre was sucked away in less than a nano second.
And almost as quickly the
cock was off my cock and whoever it was
disappeared.
I was like, "wtf!"
"That, gentlemen, was our fluffer!", Mike told
the crowd. And me!
The little prick. He was ad libbing! And in
such a horny way.
"Just in case you need him", Mike said with a
chuckle. And with a bit of
admiration too, I thought.
"I was going to spooge him first, but that's a
bit like insider trading, so
who wants to be the first in the one and only
Cumapalooza?"
"Me!"
It was only a monosyllable, but I thought I
recognized the voice, which
then said. "For old time's sake!"
OMG it was Gerry Kelly!!
"Get his head down where I can where I can reach
it with my cum!"
I knew Mike didn't want that, but I heard the
chains being adjusted and
soon my head was lowered.
Gerry then took his cock in his hand and beat my
face a few times.
"Well, well, well", he said with that same sneer
I remembered from when we
were both 13. "Why am I not surprised this is
the way you ended up?"
He proceeded to jerk slowly over my face. He
was now a full grown thug,
and his cock was a bit bigger, but he was
basically the same.
He turned his head and talked to the crowd.
"This guy gave me his ass when he was 13. 12
guys from his sk8er crew had a
bukkake party with his face as the guest of
honor a few weeks later!"
I was beet red with embarrassment. And maybe
angrier than I had ever been
in my life. . I'm usually very chill, but this
was so unfair. What he said
was only half true, if that. I didn't give him
my ass. He raped me. And
that "bukkake party" wasn't much better. But
there I was in sling in a
bath house with posters all over town inviting
guys to cum all over me, so
I literally was in no position to argue.
"He used to be really good at sucking cock when
he was 13. He's probably
amazing now. Open wide Danny like a good boy!"
This wasn't going according to Mike's plan at
all and he finally spoke up.
"No sucking! You can cum on him but that's it.
If you need help getting
hard there's a fluffer!"
Gerry laughed derisively. "As if I need help
getting hard!" And he
flourished his rock hard cock to prove it.
He picked up his stroking speed.
"Remember what it was like Danny? You on your
knees in the boys' room at
school sucking me like a lollipop? Remember how
you would roll my cum
around in your mouth before you swallowed??
My own cock throbbed twice as the blood rushed
to it.
Gerry noticed that and said, "Yeah. Making you
hard thinking about it. This
is just like the old days, Danny. You want it
just as much as you did
then. Gonna cum on your face just like I did
when you were 13."
I could sense hard cocks being stroked all over
the room at Gerry's hot
talk.
"Yeah you were a good little cocksucker then.
And look at you now; a total
cum pig, and you're not even 20!!"
Someone in the crowd whispered, "Holy shit!"
Gerry said, "Yeah. Just look at him! Posters all
over town inviting people
to dump their loads on him! If he's like that
now, imagine what's he'll be
like when he's 30!" He continued to stroke his
cock, but a
bit faster.
"But I wanted to be the first tonight, just like
I was back then. Gonna cum
on your face and mark you. Again. Just like
then. Remind you of what it was
like to be my personal cock slut. Because that's
what you were then, and
that's what you are now!!"
As he said "that's what you are now", spacing
out the words, the cum
erupted from his cock. With each word there was
a spurt of cum; five globs
landed on my face before it slowed to a trickle,
which he wiped on my
lips. .
Suddenly there were gasps as guys in the room
went over the top.
Mike yelled out, "Don't waste it! Spooge on the
pig!!' Spooge on the pig!!"
There must have been 10 or 15 guys crowding
around me All of a sudden I
could feel their warm cum falling on me, over
me. OH G O D!! If you have
ever been rained on by cum, you know what I
mean. If not, it's
indescribable really. All these drops of man
juice landing on you; all
these guys making the cum sounds. I was soooo
glad I was a cum pig!!
Then my body was being thwacked by softening
cocks as they tried to get the
last drops of their cum on me. Next there were
a few solo guys, then maybe
2 or 3 at a time. But there was a steady stream
of guys and the cum was non
stop for about 3 minutes. After that steady
stream, I'd get a load every
few seconds. Some guys aimed for my cock and
that felt soooo fine when they
succeeded.
When Gerry spooged my face none of his cum had
gone in my eyes, so I could
see. Now that the initial cum shower was over,
I could see as each guy
stepped into the spot light, finish jacking his
cock, spray me, thwack me
to get the last drops out and leave.
There was no way I could keep count but I
thought it must be about 50 loads
in the first 10 minutes. If there were 100 guys
in the bath house when we
arrived as Mike estimated, that meant there were
another 50 to go.
If Gerry wanted proof that I was everything he
said I was, he had it. There
I was; strung up in a bath house with 50 loads
on me. I
thought he would
come back to mock me, but he didn't. I wasn't
sure what had happened to
him, but I didn't really care.
I did wonder for a moment what he was doing so
far from our home town, but
only for a moment.
Mike came up to me. "What an ass hole!"
I smiled through my cum coated lips; lips
coated with Gerry's cum.