From: artful@passport.ca (Arthur Fuller)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: 1st time: MMM
Date: 1 Aug 1995 02:10:30 -0400
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Here is my first story... 
 
It was a hot summer day and I bicycled downtown, slowly because of the
humidity, yet I still managed to break into a sweat. Soon both my tank top
and my shorts were sticking to me. I wore no underwear, and I was enjoying
the sensation of my loose shorts against my cock as I pedalled.  
 
At long last I arrived at my destination, the film bookstore. I trod up the
stairs to the second-floor shop huffing and puffing. I perused the shelves
full of screenplays and books on directors, drifting aimlessly. Eventually
I found myself in a second room, off the main room, and suddenly realized
that all the shelves were filled with gay porn -- books, magazines and
videos. In the corner, on a small mahogany table, stood a bronze sculpture
of two men and a boy. One man's cock was in the boy's mouth, the other
man's cock buried in the boy's ass. I stared transfixed at it, dimly aware
that my engorged cock was now standing exposed from the leg of my loose
shorts. I didn't care. I stared at the scuplture and I wanted to be that
boy. I wanted those men's cocks inside me.  
 
Suddenly I felt a hand on my leg and then my bare cock. My eyes closed and
I cared about nothing but the sensation of his fingers on my aching cock.
"I see you like our sculpture," the man said in a low sexy whisper. The
best I could manage was a groan of pure raw lust. For the next few minutes
the owner of the store teased my cock with his fingers as he pressed his
hips into me and I felt his own thick manmeat on my ass. Then his fingers
were probing my ass as he continued to stroke my cock, and I realized I
would let him do anything he wanted to me. I just hoped that included
fucking my face and my ass with his lovely thick mancock... 
 
He slowly guided me to a doorway and through it, and then we were in the
adjoining apartment. Then I was on the floor between his knees as he sat
back on the couch and I sucked him. Then he was talking to someone, and
then I felt another man's hands on my ass and cock. Then my prayers came
true, and I felt two men inside me, one in my mouth and the other in my
boycunt. Suddenly unafraid of consequences or anything else, I surrendered
completely to their manhood, and wanted nothing more than to be used this
way again and again and again. They were experienced lovers, and they were
kissing each other as they came inside me at once. Feeling their hot cum in
me was the greatest experience of my life to that moment. I exploded in a
violent orgasm a few moments later, and they instructed me to gather it up
in my fingers and then lick them clean. I eagerly complied, knowing I was
totally ready to obey every instruction they gave me. 
 
I spent the entire weekend with them, and they fucked me and used me many
times. Since then I have returned for several more weekends, to be fucked
in my face and my boycunt by cocks and dildoes again and again. Once they
even invited a couple of friends over, who also used my mouth and boypussy.
I wish they would invite me to move in with them, and make me their
permanent slave boycunt. That's what I need and crave... 
 
-- 
Adrian Fischer