Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 2

This story is a collaboration by myself and another writer who contributed
greatly his talent and ideas.  If you liked the story---or if you
didn't---we would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com and
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		       Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked

				Chapter Two

The locker room was mysteriously quiet, even Coach's door was shut.  I
wondered if he'd want to see me before I went home.  If he would want me to
give him head, or fuck me over his desk like he sometimes did.  From the
way the guys had been acting during practice, the last thing I expected was
the eerily empty locker room.  As I rounded the corner I found Justin
sitting on one of the benches.  He was already showered and dressed, looked
like he was waiting for me.

"Hey, Justin.  Is everyone gone already?"

"Yeah, don't look so disappointed."  His comment probably made me blush but
I just started to undress in front of my locker.  "I'm having a team party
at my house tonight.  I wanted to make sure you could come."

I paused as I unlaced my cleats.  I'd been to Justin's parties. His dad was
the county sheriff and they had a big house on the edge of town.  Once or
twice a season his dad would let Justin have a party and provide a keg.
The rule was that everyone had to spend the night, no driving, and only the
guys on the team could come.  The times I'd been there I'd gotten pretty
drunk and had a good time but I had to wonder what was up with the
last-minute invitation.  Justin would've normally told me about it a week
or two in advance.

"Did you just decide to have it?"  I asked him.

"Nah, it's been in the works for about a week now.  I was gonna tell you
but I didn't want you to get freaked out, you know?"

"No, I don't know.  Is it 'cause I'm gay or something?" I said, vocalizing
my worst fears.

"Kinda, I guess.  But not in a bad way.  Just? you know my dad won't let us
have any girls over 'cause he's afraid someone will get pregnant.  With the
way things are I figured that you'd end up?.  well, you know? in the middle
of things.  I?.I didn't want you to have time to over-think it."

"Why would you think I might over think it?"  I said with a smile.

He smiled.  "Good, be at my place at eight, everyone else will be there.
Okay?"

I took a second to answer him but finally came up with a mumbled, "Okay."

"Promise?  Don't make me come find you," he said with an evil grin.

"I'll be there, I promise."  I couldn't exactly say no, though I was a
little worried about what the night would bring.  Justin left me there and
I went into the showers wondering what a night trapped at Justin's house
with the rest of my team, all drunk, would bring.  Like I said, I'd been to
his parties before with the guys, but this would be the first time since
they all knew I was gay.

I showered quickly and drove home feeling a little sick to my stomach.  It
was like when I was alone in the showers with Justin, scared and yet
wanting something to happen all at the same time.

I parked on the street and saw my best friend, Kyle, washing his car next
door.  His parents had gotten him a beat-up old Volvo that was about a
hundred times crappier than the Corolla my parents had gotten me but he
treated it like it was his baby.

"Hey, Kenny!"  he called out.  I walked over to check out his handy work.
It may have been a shitty car but it was a gleaming shitty car.  "What's
up, guy?  Wanna hang out tonight?"

Kyle and I had been friends practically since birth.  He was kind of a
scrawny nerd but he was a really good guy, a good friend, and the main
reason I was passing calculus.  On most Friday nights we'd be in his
basement or my room playing Halo or checking out YouTube after one of my
games.  Kyle always came to cheer me on and take pictures for the school
newspaper.

"Can't tonight.  I'm going to a team party at Justin Walker's house."  I
stooped down to check out the rims that he'd been scrubbing with a
toothbrush, but not before I saw a strange look pass over his face.  Once
again I was left wondering who knew what about me and what happened in the
locker room after baseball practice.  "Wow, I can practically see my
reflection in the fake-chrome finish," I joked.

"Fuck you, you only wish your piece of shit could look this good," he
laughed.

It was a running battle between us over whose car was worse.  I realized
that between sports, school, applying for college and the extra time I was
spending with the guys after practice that I'd been neglecting Kyle.  I'd
spent more time with him than any other person and I wondered how I could
have left him out of the most important thing that had been happening with
me.  I thought of how much better I felt around the guys on the team now
that they knew who I really was. I decided to tell him.

"Listen, Kyle, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.
You probably won't like it and I won't blame you if you never want to talk
to me again but?," I paused and looked up into his face and worked up my
courage.  I thought about how crazy it was that it would be easier to come
out to him if I could just let him fuck me.  "I'm gay," I finally wheezed
out.

"Wow," he said and sat down on the driveway beside me.

"Yeah," I agreed.  I settled my ass on the concrete and stretched my legs
out while I waited for him to say something else.

Finally, "How long have you known?" he asked me.

"I've been pretty sure for a while now."  I stared at my hands for a minute
before continuing, "I've been really sure for a few weeks now."

"So?.the, uh?. rumors at school are true?" he asked.  I glanced over at him
and he was staring out into the darkening street.

"I don't know what they're saying but? probably.  Yeah."

We sat in silence for what seemed like a long time then Kyle stood up.  "I
gotta get inside," he told me as he gathered up his cleaning supplies.
"Dinner's probably ready.  Give me some time to think about this, okay?"

"Yeah, like I said, I understand if?."  I stood and dusted off the seat of
my pants.  I turned to walk back to my house but he stopped me with a hand
on my shoulder.

"It's not like that, Kenny.  We'll always be friends.  I just need some
time to? to process, ya know?"

"Cool," I said as relief flooded through me and I felt myself choking up a
little.

"We'll talk tomorrow.  Have fun at the party, I mean, if that clunker gets
you there without breaking down," he said.

I let out a bark of laughter and without thinking, grabbed Kyle into a hug.
He stiffened up for a second then he hugged me back.  I thought for sure I
would start crying then but I held it back and let him go.

I let myself into the house and went straight to my room to drop off all my
stuff.  I followed my nose to the kitchen where my mom was making dinner
and my dad was helping my sister, Lisa, with her homework.  When my mom saw
me she tilted her head for a kiss on the cheek which I happily gave her to
score a few points before I asked my favor.

"Hey, guys.  Dinner smells good, Mom."

"How was practice, Son?" my dad asked me.  I got my height, 6-2, and my big
feet, thirteen and growing, from my Dad even though I took after my mom in
most other ways.

"It was fine.  Hey, can I go over to Justin's for the night?"  I didn't ask
to go over there very often but my parents knew his dad and I doubted
they'd have a problem with it.  "Sure, no Kyle's tonight?" my Mom asked.

"Nah, it's sort of a team thing and I have to go."

My parents didn't ask anymore about it and we all settled down to dinner.
After my sister and I cleaned the kitchen I went upstairs to pack an
overnight bag and grab my sleeping bag.  It was early so I stretched out on
my bed to wait till time to go to the party; to wait and think.

None of this was planned.  None of it.  I didn't wake up one morning and
suddenly decide I would like guys more than girls, or guys exclusively.  It
just happened; a gradual transformation that came over me.  A realization
of an awful truth.  At least I thought it was awful at the time, and it
scared me.  I thought people might be able to tell just by looking at me,
by my voice, or the way I moved.  I was careful to make sure my voice was
low when I spoke, and even more careful of the things I said.  I felt like
everything that came out of my mouth had to be manly and studly, about
sports, or girls and sex.  Nothing flowery or girlish or sounding too
sensitive.

I let my mind wander, trying to think back and recall clues that I'd
missed, trying to remember the precise time when it'd happened to me, but I
couldn't pin point a time.  Unless it was when I was accosted in the
showers.  I glanced at my watch.  Fuck, I had to leave.

I called out a goodnight from the door as I left the house.  On the way to
Justin's I started feeling nervous and excited again.

Justin's house was pretty big.  His family had lots of money and everyone
said his dad would run for mayor after his last term as sheriff.  The
Walkers had owned half of Main Street.  I'd heard that his mother died when
he was born and the Sheriff hadn't yet remarried.  They had a pool in the
back yard and a pool house that was used more as a rec room because it had
a pool table, TV and videogames, foosball table and a bathroom.  That's
where we always spent the night, not in the house.

I parked on the street where there were already a half-dozen cars parked.
I saw the sheriff's car in the driveway but I went around to the side gate
and let myself in.  There was music coming from the pool house and I
immediately saw Justin at the grill, making hamburgers.  He looked up and
saw me as I approached and nodded to me.

"Hey, Kenny," he called me.  "Put your shit in there," nodding toward the
little house, "and come help me."

The arcadia doors were wide open and there were a few guys playing pool
inside, some playing videogames, others watching TV.  I threw my stuff in a
corner by the other sleeping bags and a bunch of rolled up floor mats.  I
said hi to the guys inside and went around the pool to see how I could help
Justin at the grill.  It was a nice night for late April and there were
about five guys in the pool horsing around. I wondered when they/we would
get around to swimming naked.

"Dude, get a drink then you can watch the meat while I go piss," Justin
said over his shoulder.

The keg was there by the grill in a trashcan filled with ice.  I pumped the
tap and filled a plastic cup.  I took a deep drink and forced myself to
relax.  I gestured to Justin with my raised cup and manned the grill while
he went to the bathroom.

Justin came back just as I was contemplating the state of the meat, if it
was time to pull it off the fire.  I gladly let him take over after we'd
bumped fists and I retrieved my beer.  There were a few of the guys sitting
in some lawn chairs by the pool and I wandered over to join them.  The
awkwardness between me and my teammates since that first time in the
showers had me still a little apprehensive in situations like this.  It
wasn't present between Justin and me, but we'd been fucking for a while
now.  I settled into one of the empty seats, exchanging head-nods with the
guys.

Just then Justin's Dad came out on the deck at the end of the pool with his
sheriff's hat in his hand.  His mere physical presence commanded the
respect of everyone there and all went quiet.

"Just a heads up," he began.  "Most of you have been here before so you
know the rules, but for the sake of any new guys, and as a reminder to the
rest of you, I thought I'd better go over them."  He handed his hat to the
boy nearest him.  "Nobody leaves without my express permission.  I want
everybody's keys dropped in the hat. You'll get them back in the morning if
I deem you fit to drive.  You're out here, I'm in there," he said, pointing
over his shoulder to the house.  "Don't come wandering in and out and
waking me up. No girls, and don't even think about sneaking any in after I
go inside.  No drugs.  I find drugs, I'll call my deputies and have every
last one of your asses hauled off to jail, and you will be booked.  Other
than that, everybody have a good time."  He looked around for his hat.  It
was being passed toward him.  "Everybody's keys in here?" he asked when he
had it in hand.

Everybody said or mumbled yes.

"Better be.  If I find out one of you didn't put your keys in the hat, I'll
have your license, one way or another."  He paused, as if to give a final
opportunity to drop your keys in.  Then he turned and walked in the house.
I had to wonder if the man knew what would be going on after he went
inside; if it was his way of telling us to have at it, he wouldn't disturb
us.

After a little bit, and a little more beer, it was surprisingly easy to
settle back into the old routine, after all I was the same guy most of them
had played little league with since we could lift a bat.  I let the
conversation move around me for a bit though, before I felt comfortable
joining in.  Soon it was like old times and we were talking about kids at
school, teachers, girls, baseball, plans for the summer and college.

Justin announced that the food was ready and we all helped ourselves, going
back to the circle of chairs beside the pool with our plates.

Luis Salazar plopped down into one of the seats across from me with a plate
full of food.  He'd been in the pool and was only wearing board shorts.  I
caught myself staring at his bunched abs and defined chest, the little
trail of hair along his lower belly.  Some of the guys were smooth but
most, like Luis, were sporting an impressive growth of hair on their
stomachs and some on their chests.  His nipples were hard from the water
and cool air.  Luis' cock was the only one I really recognized during the
shower room sessions, besides Justin's whopper.  Well, there was Damon, the
only black guy on the team, but he was so far out of league; he was a
horse.  For some reason, he'd never been in on any of the sex with the
other guys.  I wasn't sure why, only that he seemed to always have to be at
work.  Luis was the only Hispanic guy on the team, for one, and he was
uncircumcised, a fact that fascinated me, and it felt different enough in
my ass or mouth that I couldn't help picking him out.

He hadn't been there the first time but after he found out what was going
on he'd since waited for me in the showers more than any of the other guys.
I realized I was staring and looked up to his face.  He gave me a
half-smile and a wink that, I'm sure, made me blush.  I looked away
quickly, relieved that no one seemed to have noticed.

"I wish we had some weed," Luis said during a lull in the conversation.

"Call up Win, I bet he'd bring you some," Tyler said.  We all laughed.

"I bet he would actually have the balls to deliver to the sheriff's house,
too."  Luis said.  We all nodded that he was right.

Winston O'Reilly was notorious at our school.  He was a senior, like us,
but he only went to the high school part-time.  The rest of the time he
went to a vocational school.  He lived with his mom out in the country in a
rusted old trailer.  He'd been suspended from the football team during our
sophomore year for having pot on campus and hadn't tried out for the team
again.  I hadn't seen much of him but everyone knew he dealt pot on the
side.  Nobody messed with Win. Nobody was going to call Win to deliver weed
either, because nobody messed with the sheriff.

We ate and a couple of us helped Justin clean up and then we were all
gathered in the pool house with the doors shut.  I'd had enough beer to
leave me feeling buzzed but not drunk.  I played a few games of pool and
worked on keeping my buzz, having helped Justin move the keg inside.  Luis
made his way over to us and watched us playing for a few minutes.  His
presence was making me a little nervous, thinking about his big cock.  I
finished my turn and leaned against the wall. Luis came over to lean beside
me.

"I don't mind you lookin' at me," he whispered.

"What're you talking about?" I whispered back.

"I like that you think I'm hot, Kenny.  It turns me on."

"What makes you think I think you're hot?" I said with a tight smile.

"Maybe we could get together some time, just the two of us," he said,
ignoring my little joke.  His offer surprised and embarrassed me.  Before I
could say anything, though, a commotion on the other side of the room
caught my attention.

"Look at that nasty bitch," I heard Damon, the only black guy on the team,
yell over the sound of the stereo.  I looked over to see that someone had
put a fuck-flick on the big TV.  A blonde woman with the biggest tits I'd
ever seen was sucking a huge cock on the screen, looking like it was the
best thing she'd ever put in her mouth.  I couldn't help noticing that she
wasn't able to swallow it all the way and I thought how I probably could.
The two guys Tyler and I were playing against grinned and hung their sticks
back up on the wall.  I shrugged at Tyler and we did the same before
heading towards the TV, Luis beside me the whole way.

By the time we got there all the other guys were gathered around and
watching.  Away from the music I could hear the guy and woman in the video
moaning from the TV speakers.  Everyone was commenting and making jokes
about the action on screen.  I stayed in the back and watched while Luis
took a seat front and center.  When the movie cut to a scene of the woman
on her hands and knees with a close up of her cunt and ass the room fell
quiet.  The guy she'd been sucking moved into the scene, shoved his massive
cock in her and started fucking her.  Despite myself I started getting
hard.

"Fuck, I'm horny," Luis said into the silence.  I glanced over to him and
he was looking at me, palming the obvious erection under his swimsuit.  I
felt more eyes on me but I couldn't look away from Luis.  "Too bad your Dad
won't let us have any girls over," he said to Justin, talking over the
sound of the woman in the video yelping and moaning.  Justin was on the
couch beside him, nodding with his eyes on the TV.  "But we have the next
best thing," Luis finished with a chuckle and looking right at me said,
"Right, Kenny?"

Right, Kenny?.the two words sealed my doom.  It was the beginning of it
going down.  I licked my suddenly dry lips and swallowed.  This was
different than the times in the showers.  First, we were talking about it
out loud.  He was asking me outright; accusing, almost, putting me on the
spot. There wasn't the false anonymity of the dim and foggy showers.  He
was asking me if I wanted to get gang-banged in front of everyone, in a
well-lit room.  I waited for the reaction of the others, uncertain, my eyes
still locked on Luis.  He slowly untied the strings on his shorts and
ripped the Velcro apart so his big uncut cock popped out. The sound of the
Velcro grated throughout the room.

He nodded at me.  "Come on, Kenny.  I know you want to suck this," he said
and held his cock at the base to wave it back and forth.

Okay, I knew what I was letting myself in for by coming to the party, hell
Justin had practically spelled it out back in the locker room.  My
nervousness dissipated a little as I noticed from the corner of my eyes
that a few other guys had followed Luis's lead and were taking out their
hard cocks, and my mouth flooded with saliva.  It was going to happen one
way or another, I might as well do it voluntarily.  I moved forward and the
guys in front of me parted to let me through.  My cock in control, I
avoided looking at anyone as I knelt in front of Luis and turned my
baseball cap backwards on my head.

I grabbed his cock by the base and opened wide for the head, digging my
tongue into the cuff of skin around the head as I took him in.  Luis
groaned and said, "Take it, bro."  I pulled back on the skin and swallowed
him to the thick root.  He smelled like chlorine and sweaty balls.  It was
good.  I started getting into it, really sucking his cock, right there in
front of the rest of my teammates.  Before long there were hands on my hips
and then they were pulling on my jeans.  I buried my nose in Luis' thick
pubes, swallowing around his prick lodged deep in my throat, and used my
hands to undo my belt and unfasten my jeans, then someone was helping get
them off of me.

Naked from the waist down, I felt the hard heat of a cock pressed along the
length of my ass crack.  Luis pulled me off his cock, saying, "No, dude,
he's got my cock all wet.  Let me go first."  He stood up and Tyler elbowed
his way into place on the couch in front of me.  Before I could get on the
new cock Tyler presented to me, Luis pulled on my t-shirt and helped get it
off, knocking my cap off in the process.  I looked at Justin beside Tyler,
slowly jacking on his big cock, as Luis got into position behind me.  He
had retrieved my hat and he put it back on my head, backwards.

"Why does Luis get to go first?" someone asked.  Tyler tugged on my head,
guiding me to his hard cock

"Fuck off, Brian," Luis said as he fit the head of his dick between my
cheeks.  "I go first 'cause I have the best stats," he went on with a laugh

Pulling free of Tyler's hands I said, "Actually, I have the highest batting
average."  I looked over my shoulder at the Puerto Rican stud with a grin.

"Yeah, well tonight you're playing catcher, bro, and I'm up to bat."  Luis
smirked back at me and pulled at my hips with one hand as he pressed down
on the small of my back with the other, making my ass jut out.  I felt warm
spit drop into the crack of my ass and he caught it with the head of his
cock and pushed into me hard, forcing a groan out of me as my hole
stretched around the girth of his crown.

"Shut 'im up, Ty," he said as he buried his cock in me.  Tyler happily took
my head in his hands and pulled my mouth down onto his tall, swollen shaft.

And so it started, what would amount to just over two hours of hard fucking
and sucking cock.  The guys swapped places as they all fucked me or fed me
their meat.  After a while my knees started to hurt but I didn't complain
until it got so bad I was shifting around and someone noticed.  They put me
on the couch on my back with my ass hanging over the side so one could fuck
me while another could straddle my chest and fuck my face. I was well into
it, helped along with fresh, cool beer being offered from time to time.

As Brian Miller climbed off my chest, having fed me a full load, but before
Mike Williams took his place, I watched Justin fucking me.  His cock filled
me up to bursting but slid easily on the lube of numerous loads of cum
inside me.  He had his eyes closed and was pumping the hell out of me,
using his hold on my spread knees for better leverage.  A flicker at the
arcadia doors caught my attention over his shoulder and I saw the brief
flare of a cherry as someone inhaled.  There was the outline of a jaw, then
nothing.  I wondered for a second who was out there smoking but then Mike
was there blocking my view and his big cock was on my lips and I forgot
about it.

I started out trying to keep track but couldn't concentrate on how many
times I was fucked, how many times a cock was shoved through my lips, how
many loads were shot into my mouth.  Eventually I didn't care.  I heard
Justin complaining about the mess I was making and then I was on my hands
and knees on the floor and Justin was placing towels between my knees to
catch the cum being fucked out of my ass and the pre-cum steadily leaking
from the end of my dick.  I didn't know how I was managing to hold off
cause I was constantly on the edge.

I let go and lost myself to the gang-fuck.  My own dick was hard the whole
time but I ignored it as I concentrated on really doing a good job of
blowing whoever was before me and bucking back onto whoever was behind me.
I was loving it.  For the first time I lost what little reserve I had
before, that little part of me that wanted to pretend I was being forced to
participate.  If my mouth was momentarily free I'd ask the guy fucking me
to do it harder.  I let myself match the cock to the man I knew as a friend
and teammate.

I noticed the little things that I'd always ignored before.  Things like
how Tyler pressed his chest to my back and held me tight while he fucked me
fast with short, deep strokes.  How Mike liked to spread my cheeks with his
hands and watch his cock disappear inside me.  How Danny went ape shit when
his cock was buried in my throat and I stuck my tongue out to lap at his
balls.  How most of them just tried to get off quick and get themselves
primed for another round, but when Luis came back for seconds he took so
long that I sucked off four guys before he finally filled my ass with
another dose of his cum.

Finally it was just me and Justin again, he was fucking me for the second
time, or maybe it was the third or fourth time, I had long lost count.  He
was really pounding into me when the guy in my mouth went off and left me.
No one took his place and I rested my forehead on the floor while I tried
to squeeze Justin's cock with my ass muscles.  Tried, but the muscles were
so stretched and getting weak. His cock swelled and I knew he was close.
He hammered it in deep one last time then ripped it out and flipped me
around.  I automatically opened my mouth as he shoved in and I took his
last load straight down my throat.

When his still-twitching cock was pulled free from my lips I collapsed on
the floor.  I looked around and saw that most of the guys had gone out to
get in the pool, absent the boisterousness and horseplay; they must've been
as worn out as I was. Suddenly I felt a pair of big hands under my armpits,
pulling me to my feet.  It was Damon, the single black guy on our team.

Damon was big, all over.  Tall, broad shouldered, massive thighs and as big
as a black legend between his legs.

"They just left you," he said as he guided me over to the pool table where
someone had spread a blanket.

"It's okay.  I was okay," I said.

"Okay enough for another fuck?" he asked, his bright teeth fairly sparkling
in the darkened room.

I was weak, I was tired, I was spent, but this would be a first.  "Yeah,
sure," I said.

"I never got in on this before," he said as he laid me back on the pool
table.

"I know.  I've wondered about that."

"Just never was the right time for me," he said, pulling on his cock.  It
was fluffed up, getting rubbery, and I wondered how big he would get.

"Do you like to suck first?" he asked.

"If you want me to," I said.

"I never had a blow job from a guy before," he said as he climbed up on the
pool table. He stood over me like a giant, black Colossus.  His cock looked
like it belonged on a black stallion.  "And honestly, the girls who have
tried it don't do a very good job."

"I'll do a good job," I said.  "I'll take it all the way."

"Naw, you won't," he said.

"Bet me?"

"Come on, dude, some girls can't even take me in their pussies, how do you
think you're gonna take me all the way down your throat?"  He was going to
his knees, his thigh muscles bulging under his descending weight.  Then he
was astraddle me, his cock lolling out over my face like a hunk of radiator
hose.

Up close, I was about to reconsider my bravado.  If I took all those
inches, his cock would be in my stomach.  When I took it in my hand my
fingers wouldn't touch around it and I had some doubts whether it would
even fit in my throat.  I took it in both of my hands and thought, Oh,
Shit?..there was still another handful that my two hands didn't cover, and
he wasn't even hard yet.  But I was determined to try, even if I had to
admit defeat.  "Watch me," I said, figuring if I took him while he was
still just half hard, I might accomplish it.

I licked all over the head, getting my first taste of Damon's cock and his
precum.  He tasted good, and his cock had a nice texture, different from
the white guys.  I opened my mouth and he shoved it in, right up to my
hand, and the head pressed hard against my throat.  He was getting harder,
I couldn't delay.  I bravely let go of his cock and wrapped my hands around
his butt.  His skin was silky smooth and when he tightened the muscles it
was like gripping two bowling balls.  He shoved forward and the head burst
through my throat. I started to choke but fought the gag reflex,
successfully at first, but about an inch more was all I could take.  I
tried, but he was so thick, and it was the wrong angle.  I got off of his
cock, wiping the drool off my mouth.

"That's okay, you don't have to eat it whole, your tongue feels real good,"
he said.

"I can take it, it's just the wrong angle," I said.  "Stand down off the
pool table." As he stood I scooted up so my head would hang over the edge
of the pool table.  He stood down and came around to me.  "Now feed it to
me," I told him.

His cock was still hanging out in a wide arch, looking more formidable by
the second.  I wondered how he ever found any girl brave enough to take it.
He lifted it in the palm of his hand and held it alongside my face.  The
head laid on my chest, a couple of inches between my pecs.  It was heavy.

"My cock's gonna be all the way in to there, if you take it all," he said,
tapping the spot on my chest.

"Easily," I said, reaching down to feel where he was tapping.  I felt his
cock, the head was the size of one of the pool balls.  My head was laid
back and I opened my mouth.

He fitted the head against my tongue and pushed.  I was frankly as
surprised as I thought he was, how his cock slid right into my throat, all
the way, till his heavy balls were resting on my face.

"Holy Fuck!" he murmured with a soft chuckle.  "If I didn't see it, I
wouldn't believe it.  You did take it.  All eleven inches of it.  Man, I
didn't think I'd ever see this day."

Eleven inches!  Holy Fuck, to be sure!  I didn't know if he meant eleven
inches right then, not completely hard, or eleven inches when he did get
hard.  At that point I didn't care.  I was so fuckin' happy to be doing
him, and proud as hell that I'd taken his monstrous cock, as promised.

He held in deep for a long moment, clenching his butt muscles, pressing his
balls against my face, and I'm sure relishing the moment.  Then he eased
back a few inches, then forward and fucked my throat a few times.  Then
back further and fucked in, then he pulled all the way back till the head
of his cock was in my mouth, and then all the way in.

Satisfied that I was okay with it, he began fucking my throat.  I held onto
one side of his butt and placed my other hand on my chest, just as he was
shoving in.  I was astounded to feel his cock pushing into my upper chest
cavity, and it went way past the spot where Damon said it would go.  I
moved my hand lower, to my upper abdominals and I felt it again.  I mean, I
could feel the bulk of his massive cock through my skin, burrowing beneath
my upper abs!  I took his hand and placed it there.

"Fuucckkk!" he murmured.

It was a wonderful moment for both of us.  I half wished the other guys
were there to see us.  I gauged my breathing carefully and managed not to
choke as Damon fucked my throat.  I was one happy camper.  But my ass was
twitching for attention, and my prostate was quivering with excitement and
anticipation.  It was like my lower parts were jealous of my upper body.
My hand found its way between my legs, I lifted them and began rubbing my
asshole."

"You getting anxious?" Damon asked with a soft chuckle.

I nodded.  He gave me several more deep strokes then pulled out.  He was
very careful, then he smacked my face with his wet cock a few times before
he went around to the other end of the pool table.  I scooted down and he
grabbed my legs and pulled me so my butt rested on the edge of the table. I
saw his cock, sticking out now instead of hanging out, and I realized I'd
had him that big and hard in my throat.  I watched it pulsate with powerful
throbs and lift higher, into a sexy curve upward.  Godd, I thought, where
is it going to go?

"I reckon you're already lubed up good," he said, stroking the huge, curved
meat.

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

"The way you took it in your throat, I know you can take it from this end,"
he said as he pressed the broad, ball-sized head against my hole.  "Man,
this is gonna be great.  Almost wish I had some of the girls I've fucked
here, to see how it's done."

I was glad I'd already been fucked so many times; I was relaxed and
stretched out good, otherwise he would've burst me apart.  But I still
wasn't prepared for the feeling of having the black meat penetrate me.  The
head spread me open unbelievably, causing me to gasp a little.  Like in my
throat, he didn't pause to let me get used to it.  He no doubt figured if
I'd taken all those other cocks I could handle his.  I could, but he had to
be on the receiving end to realize the big difference.  I felt my stretched
insides being opened up even more, stretched around the massive fuckpole
that was burrowing deeper and deeper into my guts.  It didn't hurt, it was
just a feeling of being stuffed to the gills, like a sausage.  But then it
was different all of a sudden.  I felt him push into where nobody had ever
gone before.  There was a second or two of resistance when he hit the spot
that a couple of the other guys often hit, but he pushed past it, or around
it, went through something that felt tight but easily stretched to
accommodate him, then he sank into unchartered, virgin space.  It was
wonderful, like his cock was pushing into nothing, yet I could still feel
the sensations, like little electrical currents emanating from the head of
his cock and sparking all around in the space.

"You okay, dude?" he asked with his bright smile.

"Oh, fuck yesss!"

"Still think you can handle it all?"

	"Yes, give it to me.  You're into a place nobody's ever been
before."

He laughed.  "I get that a lot."

"Godd, Damon, it's?..fuck, it's incredible."

"Really?"

"Yes, I think you're going to give a whole new meaning to fucking my brains
out."

"I'll do my best," he said.

As he pressed his loins against my spread, vulnerable butt it felt like
there was a whole other cock embedded deep inside me.  But it was all
Damon.  When he throbbed it was like a small tidal wave that started inside
his loins and the swelling was pushed all through the shaft to the head
that swelled out mightily.

"Godd, I love it when you do that," I whispered.

"Do what?  I haven't done anything yet except shove my cock in you."

"The way you make it throb."

"Well, it's doing that all on its own," he said, with a chuckle.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me," I said, almost breathless with
anticipation.

"Well then, I better get to it, cause my cock's getting pretty anxious
too."  With that he eased back on his hips, drawing the head of his cock
out of the electrical field, back through the snug ring deep inside me and
pulled back through my guts like a drain rooter.  I shivered as his live
meat slid against every nerve ending then gasped with pleasure as the head
scraped over my prostate.  He pulled back till my asshole was tugging
relentlessly around the wide rim of his cockhead, fighting to keep it from
escaping.

"Your ass don't wanta let me go," he said with a chuckle.

"No, shove it back in," I said.  "Nice and slow and all the way."

I nearly swooned as he entered me again with all eleven inches of man meat,
and again when he repeated the process.  After all the fucks I'd had I
couldn't believe I had a cock in me that made me feel like a virgin again.

Damon tried other techniques as he picked up his pace.  He burrowed deep
and fucked back and forth through the O-ring deep inside, and it was like
setting off a thousand tiny electrical charges.  He eased off till I
settled down then he began fucking with full cock strokes, all the way in
and all the way back, and a third, pulling out completely and fucking in
and out just through my clenching hole. He was driving me crazy.

"How do you like it best?" he asked as he was doing it all again.

"Godd, Damon, I don't know, everything you do, every move you make with
that huge cock drives me up the walls."

"Then I'll just keep doing 'em all," he said.

I literally braced myself for the intense pleasure that I knew was coming.
I was lifted from one plateau to another, each one more pleasurable than
the one before.  He could tell when he hit a new high and he concentrated
on that move, and I knew I was doomed to cum.  The last dozen strokes were
a combination of all his moves but the one thing that he hit on was rubbing
the huge head of his cock back and forth over my prostate.  His cockhead
was so big there was no escaping the contact.  I muffled my squeals of
pleasure with my lips pursed.  I clawed at the blanket covering the pool
table.  I thrashed my butt around in order to extract every bit of pleasure
I could, riding his massive cock.  So hard I wondered if I were destroying
the inside of my ass with the big cudgel.

Suddenly, Damon grunted with several staccato jabs against my prostate then
groaned and I felt gushes of warm semen being shot through the long channel
of my chute that he had so deftly drilled open.  It spurted out in long
ropes that I could feel, and even through the palpitating O-ring.  I think
I screamed, or started to, but my mouth was covered by Damon's full, strong
lips and his tongue was sucking the sounds out of me.

Finally, I let it go.  More correctly, I lost it.  My insides, my entire
sexual apparatus exploded and I felt cum being sprayed all over the place.
Then I was floating off through soft blackness into the most exquisite
place of pleasure I'd ever experienced, or even imagined.

I came to with Damon patting my face. "Dude?.Kenny, you okay?  Talk to me."
He laughed when my eyes fluttered.  "Fuck, I think you blacked out on me."

"Godd, Damon.  What'd you do to me?"

"Well, I fucked you and did my best, like I said I would.  Man, I know I'm
good, but I didn't know I was that good. I never had a girl pass out on
me."

"You're more than good, Damon, you're phenomenal.  You just wrapped up all
the fucks I ever had into one fuck.  Godd, I thought I was going to go
crazy.  Really nuts."

"You sure blew a load," he said.  "Got cum all over the place, and me and
you."

"You?.you kissed me," I said

"Well?.yeah?.I usually do kiss whoever I'm fucking.  And besides I needed
to keep you quiet."

He was still buried in me and I had my legs around his lean waist to hold
him in there.  "You were made to fuck, Damon.  You were sent here for the
sole purpose of fucking," I babbled, still in the rush.

"Well, I guess I've got my work cut out for me, then," he said, laughing.
He eased back on his hips.  "Can I pull out now?  Have you had enough?"

"If I haven't?"

"I could keep on fucking you," he said.  "I can fuck for hours, fuck your
brains out.  But I'm starting to smell pretty rank, I need a shower."

I released my leg lock so he could withdraw.

"I shot off a whopping load myself, and you're gonna be wide open for a
little bit," he said as he was pulling out.  "Wait and I'll get you
something to catch it."  He grabbed up someone's T-shirt and put it between
my legs then pulled me up to a sitting position.  I could feel the flow
within me.  "I'll take the shower first," he said.

While he was showering Justin came into the pool house with a couple of
other guys who went in search of their sleeping bags.  He realized what had
taken place and he went over and high fived Damon over the top of the
shower doors.

"You finally got some of that," he said, laughing.  "How'd you like it?"

"Kenny's got a fine ass," Damon said.  "Wish the girls I fuck could make me
feel like he does."

Justin came back to me.  "Can you walk?" he asked, laughing.  "Fuck, can
you even stand?" He helped me stand down on my feet and I felt the cum
draining out of my ass into the T-shirt.

More guys were coming in from the pool.

"Fuck, you need a shower, dude.  Go use mine inside," Justin said.

I was a little hurt at his attitude, that I didn't matter so much now that
I had serviced everybody, but I tried not to let it bother me.

"What about your dad?  He said not to come wandering in and out," I
reminded him.

"Just be quiet, you won't bother him," he said, handing me a towel.

I stood and took a moment to get my balance.  Justin helped steady me on my
feet.  When I went to wrap the towel around me the T-shirt dropped to the
floor and I felt a slick gush of fluid at my loosened hole and I shoved the
towel between my cheeks to catch the flood.  Justin laughed and gave me
another towel and escorted me to the arcadia doors.

"You know where it's at, right?" he asked me.  I nodded and he opened one
of the doors to let me out into the chilly night.  My knees still hurt from
being on them sucking everybody and my legs were shaking.  I heard the door
close behind me as I limped around the pool towards the main house, taking
my time.

As I approached the dark house I smelled cigar smoke just before I heard
the voice.  A deep voice in the dark, coming from inside the enclosed
patio, said, "Damn, kid, you smell like a whorehouse.  Bet you're looking
for the shower, huh?"

My head whipped around and I searched the night.  The orange tip of the
cigar flared as he inhaled and I saw, oh fuck, Justin's dad, Sheriff
Walker.  Adrenaline coursed through me and my heart pounded but I froze.  I
almost panicked as I remembered that bright red-orange glow from
before. Had he been watching the whole time?

Sheriff Walker took a step toward the patio door to open it and I stuttered
out, "S-s-sir, I w-w-was?.uhh, Justin told me I could come in and?."  I
thought I was going to puke.

"You look like you could use a hand, Kenny," he interrupted.  "Let's get
you inside."  He stubbed out the nub of the mostly smoked cigar in an ash
tray and came toward me.  He took my elbow and steered me toward the back
door.  I looked back toward the pool house but the lights were out and only
the blue flicker of the TV was visible.  Like marching off to my doom, I
let the Sheriff guide me into the dark house, still clutching the two
towels to my front and back.