Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 16:25:35 -0500
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: Mads The Boystown SLUT Part 1

Having been a slut of epic proportions has its advantages.  My fiancι,
Jack, and I have been enjoying sharing more and more stories of our steamy
sexual past . . . . So I decided to continue with my writing for online
posting.  So here's another piece, one of the "BOYSTOWN SLUT" series I'm
starting, as it seems that Jack really likes the raunchier times that I
have so many memories of.

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 "TAKE IT, COCKSUCKER!" he barked as he held the back of my head and
slammed his cock in my mouth hard enough to his enormous cockhead POP fully
into my throat, choking me.  Good thing I'd felt his cock thickening and
hardening and, knowing my way well around men's fucktools, I knew what was
coming and had a lungful of breath . . . and the experience not to panic
when it felt like that tool's head had to shove through the tight opening
of my throat forcefully enough that it might never come back out.

I felt his cock pumping HARD, felt forceful blasts of his nutload down my
throat and struggled against the choke/gag reflex that the intrusion in my
throat – flesh and bodily fluid – elicited.  The elation in my head,
though, of pulling a man over the edge of his control and causing him to
blow his nuts in me was amazing.

"FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he growled, his body
shaking as he pumped out his juice.  I gave his prostate another flick with
my long middle finger, and he jolted . . . HARD.  "OHFUCK!" he shouted, and
I felt another blast or two out of his cock – more precisely felt his
big monster cock throb with those final pumps and knew he'd deposited the
dregs of his jizzload down my throat.

Without thinking, I tried to pull off his cock . . . since he was finished.
But that huge flanged head was wedged in my throat for real, and despite my
university swim team accomplishments, I did need to breathe at some point
. . . soon!  The "donor" nearly toppled over onto me, his knees nearly
buckling when my innocuous attempt to end our session was thwarted by the
physics of his endowment.

"Jesus FUCK!" he growled and put his hands on the front of my head and
pushed.  I was pretty close to the end of my ability to go without another
breath, and I joined in the effort and planted my hands on the edges of his
shoulders and pushed with him.  The absurd thought floated through my
remaining consciousness that it was entirely possible that I'd die before
my donor's fuckpole softened – my luck, a man who could stay hard
forever, but it would kill me.

I forced myself to exhale as hard as I could – regardless there was
nothing left in my lungs – and pushed as hard as I could as he pushed my
head, now with a full two-handed grip, and finally, whether his cock
softened just enough to make it possible or it was the force of our efforts
or all of the above, I felt my throat give way.
"SSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss,"
I sucked in a huge breath before his cock was even fully out of my mouth.

The tall, built, hung donor fell backward a step and thudded against the
wall of the dark back room we were in.  "FUCK!" he swore, and I assumed it
was the impact.  "That was fucking amazing!" he continued, and I realized
the first "FUCK!" was a compliment to my man-pleasing skills.  "Nobody –
and I mean NOBODY – can ever throat my rod.  Who do you practice those
sword-swallowing skills on, bitch?"

I was almost clear-headed again – oxygen is an amazing thing! –
ALMOST clear-headed enough to protest his moniker for me now that my job
was done.  But I was enjoying my brain's resuming-functioning process too
much to interrupt my experience.  Unfortunately, the donor wasn't sharing
my enjoyment, and he took this bitch thing seriously.  His hard slap
startled me, and it sent my head reeling to the side.  "The FUCK!" I swore,
clutching my face.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, BITCH!" he growled at me.

I was on my feet in an instant.  He'd approached, replacing the prior donor
when he zipped up and went off into the dark, so this asshole's big eyes
when I was standing my full six-five and towering over this Napoleon was
priceless.  I reached out and clamped my big hand around the asshole's
neck, pinning it against the wall but not pinching but hard enough to make
him uncomfortable.  "I believe what you MEANT to say was, `Thanks for the
awesome blowjob," stud," I said softly but decisively, feeling him start to
shake again, differently this time than before, when he was cumming.

"Uh," he started tentatively, and I felt his Adam's apple bouncing under my
hand still on his throat, "Thanks for the awesome blowjob, stud," he
finished, eyes still big and staring up at me uncertainly.

"You may not have any manners, but you've got one helluva fuckrod, I'll say
that for you," I told him.  Then, with a chuckle, I added, "But the `stud'
was my compliment to you, not part of the cue. Don't worry, though; with a
cock like that, who cares if you've got any brains?"  I grinned
sarcastically, hoping his eyes, like mine, had adjusted enough to the
darkness in the back room and the vague slivers of dim light that he could
see me.

I removed my hand from his neck suddenly, and I slapped him gently twice,
then once harder.  "Awesome load, too, by the way," I said and challenged
him with my continuing stare for a few beats before I turned and headed
away.  I heard him say "fucking cunt" below his breath.  Well, I hadn't
imagined my lesson would take and he'd have a career in manners in his
future.

A big hulk of a man was pumping away at a musclebear directly in my path.
I was close enough to smell their fucking – the familiar stink of sex
and sweat that turned me even more.  I got down and got under the bent-over
bottom and got his big, swinging hardon between my lips and got myself up
on it as he continued to take the hulk's long-dicking, the jolts serving to
fuck my mouth with the bottom's drooling cock.

The bottom's repeated cries of "OH FUCK YEAH" and "YEAH FUCKER SLAM MY
CUNT" now included "FUCKING SUCK MY COCK!" too.  I slurped his veiny cock,
inhaling the heady stench of his musky crotch and enjoying the swing and
slap of his low-hangers against my chin and throat.  "OH GOD YES – SUCK
MY BALLS DRY!" the bottom yelled.

GOD I loved having power over men.  A bottom loves having that power over
men – it's not just the mansex it's the mindsex . . . and the yin/yang
of the fucking – the bottom being dominated in fucking but the bottom
dominating the top's libido, controlling his passions, taking it but taking
what he wants.

I reached around and felt the top's very average-sized balls swinging and
then behind and found his hole, pressing my finger against it as his ass
swung back then thrust forward.
"GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" he growled and
fucked harder, pushing his ass out farther against my finger.  I pushed it
inside him and found him slick with sweat and easy to penetrate, eliciting
a harder push backward and a louder growl.  I found his prostate, swiped my
big middle fingertip over it and felt his body jolt HARD into the guy whose
cock shoved down my throat.  OH YEAH.

A few more swipes of the hulk's knob and he was growling
"OHFUCKOHFUCKINGFUCK" and his ass was clenched so tight on my finger and
his hips were pile-driving the bottom so hard I was having trouble
maintaining position.  But I did, of course, and worked both of them
harder, my finger and my mouth both knowing exactly what to do.

The bottom shouted out first.  "OHFUCKCHRISTFUCKIOHFUCK!" in a long burst
as his body also tensed.  The tophulk was right there, too, and a
long-lasting jab to his pleasure point had him bucking and shouting,
"THAT'S FUCKING IT!" right as my mouth flooded with the bottom's first
cumburst.

I didn't know it until I felt it sloshing out of the bottom's hole that
they were barebacking.  As I gulped the bottom's very impressive load of
thick, hotter-than-average, thicker-than-average seed, the top pumped what
must, from the amount that sloshed and dripped on me, have been a gallon of
his load into that hole.  I gave the top a few last rubs with my finger
before de-holing and gave his balls a squeeze of gratitude as well.

I dismounted myself much easier from the bottom's flagging tool, taking a
last swipe of his drooling cockhead before I wiped my face with the back of
my arm and hand.  Some of the top's spilt load was on my arm, and I enjoyed
the smell and taste of it, letting my tongue trail through it.

I still hadn't got fucked yet, and that was what I'd come to this
particular place for.  I reeked of cum and sweat already, had a
stomach-full of seed but wanted my mancunt as full and slimed as the bottom
I'd just blown.  Apparently someone else did, too.

Suddenly I was grabbed by my ankles and pulled up roughly until my ass was
in the air, and I struggled until I was supporting my upper body on my
elbows with my long legs gangling over my head as my body was clutched in a
tight grip at my waist.  I couldn't see who had me – he wasn't tall
enough for me to see him past my crotch – but I recognized his voice as
he yanked off my sneakers.

"Fucking bitch!" he spat, ripping my jeans buttons open at my waist and,
with amazing ease, yanked them up my legs and off me, leaving only
denim-burn along my legs and me in only my t-shirt.  "Think you can dis a
top like me!"  As he said it he took a step forward and spit down at me.  I
wasn't sure if he was aiming for my face and missed – his glob of spit
hit my ballsac and taint – but when he shoved his tennis-ball-sized
cockhead against my fuckhole I knew his intent.

Despite having well-greased my cunthole before heading out that night, his
raging cockknob felt like he was shoving the end of a light pole into me,
and I cried out as his brutal thrust breached me and he shoved on in.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT!" he growled, as his balls slapped my ass and he
bottomed out in me.  "TAKE IT you fucking cockwhore – take that mancock
and show me how a bitch like you is bred to please a man like me!"

I squirmed, ass in the air, unable to really get any purchase to move
myself against the brutal force of his thrusts that I felt might surely rip
me apart.  I prided myself on my skills as a power bottom, but even my
mancunt had limits . . . and this felt like those limits might already have
been breached when his fuckweapon stretched my pucker wide enough to shove
a baby's arm in.

He was pounding me HARD and FAST despite the limitation of the angle of his
entry. When I'd been sucking that cock it was hard-as-steel, and the
ligament at the top of the base was tight enough I wouldn't have thought he
could even down-fuck at all much less as violently as he was driving into
me.

At that point all I could do was take it.  I bucked up into him, surprising
him, and using that moment, I got a slightly better angle and clenched
hard, grinding my teeth together to squelch the added pain.  As I knew it
would, it caused him to shudder.  "OH FUCK YES!  You ARE a slut for my
cock, aren't you, bitch?"

"C'mon and FUCK me," I taunted.  "Less talk; more cock!"

Was I taking my life in my hands?  Maybe!  But I loved fucking more than
most anything, and damned if I was going to let a log-sized cock – the
man who wielded it, rather – be able to say anything other than DAMN
WHAT A BOTTOM!  I clenched again, harder, this time having to growl myself
as I did it to keep from crying out from the pain.  "HARDER!" I snarled out
between my clenched teeth.

"OH JESUS FUCK!" he cried, but he started pounding me faster and harder,
each thrust jarring my elbows on the concrete floor when he slammed his
pelvis into my tailbone.

Finally, crunching my abs and clenching at the same time got my body bent
slightly differently, and one of his thrusts caught my prostate dead-on.
"OH FUCK YEAH!  Just like that!"

"You fucking love that huge mancock, don't you, bitch?" he croaked,
slamming me.  I clenched HARDer and pushed up into him and clenched.
"GODDAMN!"

My body was full of lightning bolts of pleasure – each time his gigantic
cockhead slammed into my prostate, my body erupted in bolts of ecstasy
blasting through me.  I was in fuck-heaven . . . finally – that point
that always came after the initial assault when it cascaded over and
through me . . . continuously while a man pumped his cock deep into me.

"You're going to fucking take my seed again, bitch!" he shouted down at me,
his spit hitting me as he spat out the words.  "You're going to take my
baby batter up that hungry cunt of yours!"

OH FUCK YES I WAS!  I worked his cock with every muscle in my ass and used
the rest of my body's muscles to move into his thrusts, to twist enough to
put extra pressure on his pistoning cock.  YEAH, now I was in MY element.

I worked that cock to my rapist's continuous, loud exclamations, raping his
cock now, milking it, milking him, pulling him at my will toward his blast.

"OH FUCK this is going to be a big one.  You're going to get that sluthole
of yours drenched with fucking manseed!"  He panted out the words, and I
felt his cock thickening and hardening inside me, stretching me all the
more.

"COME ON!  SHOW ME WHAT YA GOT!" I snarled up at him, clenching harder
despite my exhausted, battered muscles.

"OH FUCK IT'S CUMMING!  I'm
fuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg
ccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!"
he cried, and I felt it start.

OH FUCK the moment that first blast hit my stinging fuckchannel – and it
did sting like FUCK – my own nuts exploded, and my own load blasted down
on my face, on my hair, on my chest.  As he pumped into me, continuing a
long string of shouts and gasps and grunts and oaths, my own nut explosion,
nuclear-forced, ripped through me and again I was spraying my face, neck
and chest with my own seedload.  My head hit the concrete more than a few
times as my body thrashed and wracked with the powerful blasts from my
nuts.

The loud "SHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!" when he yanked his
huge, slimed cock out of my fuckchute seemed to echo through the back room.
As my legs, ass and back hit the floor, having been suddenly released from
his hold, the sound of clapping and whistling erupted above me and around
me.

"FUCK YEAH!" I heard a few times along with "THAT'S FUCKN MANSEX RIGHT
THERE!" and sundry other compliments.

Two big hands on strong forearms were thrust down at me then, and I grabbed
hold of each one and was pulled up to standing, as more applause and
whistles and claps on my back and butt were bestowed on me.

The little Napoleon top, otherwise known as Lou Stearns, otherwise known as
"boss" to my best friend and several of the other guys in the room, marched
up to me and shoved my jeans and sneakers at me.  "Happy Birthday, kid!
Hope you got the wish you made when you blew each one of those cocks!" he
said with an evil grin and a wink.

My ACHING ass was screaming NOT AS MUCH AS I WANTED, but I grabbed my
clothes and accepted the tug on my nuts he gave me as his own expression of
appreciation.  "Damon sure knew what he was doing setting this up for me,"
I answered.  "That cock of yours is epic – thanks for the loads –
what more could a guy wish for on his birthday?"  And I turned around the
still dimly-lit room, aware of the stinking bodies around me close.  "To
all of you who gave me the best give a cumwhore could want – THANKS!" I
told them.

Mr. Stearns was still right up in front of me.  He reached up and clamped
his thick, hairy forearm around my neck and said, "Drinks are on me for the
rest of the night if you go back out to the bar with us without putting
those jeans on so we can watch my spooge run down your legs."

"I dunno," I started, and I heard a couple of the guys gasp in surprise.  I
was not known for my modesty and even less for my reticence in the face of
a dare.  "How about one better?" I threw back, now with my own evil grin a
few inches from Stearns' surprised face.  "Drinks are on ME for the rest of
the night . . . and I stay pantsless . . . IF you fuck me again out at the
bar."

Stearns' eyes went big, and I could see he wasn't sure if he could bring
himself to do it.  But the other guys started chanting LOU LOU LOU LOU and
then Lou whirled around and shrieked out, "WHAT THE—" and I saw Damon
had come behind him and yanked Stearns' jeans down from behind.

"C'mon, Lou," Damon said, standing up again, grinning.  He batted Stearns'
massive cock, still hard or hard again, waving in front of him.  "This cock
looks like it wants some more ass!"

Stearns stared at Damon for a second then turned toward me and put his hand
out.  I took it and shook it.  "Looks like you're on," he said and stepped
out of his own jeans and filthy jock strap he'd been wearing.

"Gimme that," I said, reaching out and snagging the jock out of his hand as
we started to walk toward the hall that led to the bar.  I slipped it over
my head and let it hang around my neck, inhaling his musk and piss.  As we
passed into the hall, both with asses, cocks and balls wagging as we strode
into the bar I leaned in and said, "I may need you to fuck me more than
once again . . . and I don't just mean tonight."

Stearns laughed.  "My wife's away at her fucking sister's for another week,
so at least until then as much as that amazing hole of yours can take,
Mads," and he awkwardly got his arm up around my neck again as we entered
the bar like we owned it.


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