Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2016 16:04:21 -0500
From: Leather Dude <bklynleatherdude@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming a High School Cum Slut - Part 1

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Becoming a High School Cum Slut, Part 1

I got my own car when I was still 15 but I didn't have a license to drive
yet. But my football buddy Carl did. So his mom dropped him off at my house
one day and we went driving around in my old Honda Accord coupe, complete
with rust holes and a loud exhaust. It was a total shitbox of a car, but
the freedom of being able to get in and go wherever you please is so
empowering when you're that age, it barely matters if the car is nice or
not.

Carl was always horny and we'd been sucking and fucking each other since we
were about 12. Over those three years, despite the fact that I definitely
had a way bigger dick than Carl, we'd gotten into a dynamic where he mostly
called the shots and I was just supposed to follow along. He liked being in
control - and he was a big, handsome football jock that outweighed me by 20
pounds of pure muscle and was at least three inches taller than me. Carl
would get me to do things I'd never dare to do on my own. And I began to
enjoy the thrill of blindly following Carl's lead.

Once we got onto the interstate, Carl at the wheel quickly rowing through
the gears to get into 5th, he unzipped his shorts, fished out his small but
super hard cock and wiggled his brows at me. He was a total exhibitionist
but I was always worried about getting in trouble. But for some reason,
Carl's recklessness seemed to make my cock leak and twitch with excitement.

Without saying a word, Carl wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck
and pulled me over so my head was in his lap. I knew what he wanted and
opened my mouth as he pulled me down onto his throbbing 16-year-old jock
cock. I loved blowing Carl, so I got into it and bobbed up and down on his
dick and got him close. Carl had discovered the fun of edge play and pulled
me off his dick by my hair whenever he got close. It was right at one of
those times with my puffy red lips drooling and gasping for air hovered
over his steel hard cock standing up like a fleshy flagpole that a trucker
drive by us and got an eyeful. I was stunned as he slowed up next to us,
blew his air horn and gave us a big grin and a thumbs up.

Carl pushed my head back down into his crotch and I resumed wolfing down
his cock. He wanted to give the trucker a show, so he pushed my soccer
shorts down over my meaty ass and started fingering my hole between the
straps of one of carl's dirty football jocks that he insisted I wear,
pulling my turned up butt into the air so the trucker could catch a
glimpse.

I lost all sense of reason whenever Carl worked my hole. He was a pro at it
by now and could get me whimpering like a bitch in heat within 2 minutes. I
was moaning and writhing around, grunting with his cock all the way down my
throat and one hand working his balls and worming a finger into his sweaty
hole as he keep driving.

Next thing I know he pulled his two fingers from my ass and my head out of
his lap. We were slowing down. I sat up to see we were following the
trucker into a rest stop. Fuck. I knew what Carl was thinking. I was
excited and horny but scared as hell about what might happen next. We
parked in the car area and trucker found a spot in the deserted truck
lot. We sat in my car for a minute, hearts racing, waiting to see what our
trucker buddy would do.

The trucker hopped out of his rig, crossed the lot and came over to our
car. He was tall and lanky, smoking a cig, maybe early 40's and had a sexy
Marlboro man swagger.  He leaned in to the open drivers window and spoke to
Carl first. "You boys gave me quite a show!" He said and chuckled while he
took a drag from his cig and groped his crotch with his other hand. I was
blushing and couldn't find my tongue but Carl was always calm, and
responded "yeah, wasn't planning on giving a show but you seemed to like
what we were doing."

"Trouble is now," the trucker went on, "is all three of us are worked up
and nobody got their nut"

Carl nodded and said "you got that right, man. Tommy here has a magic mouth
but I want to unload in his tight ass. Maybe he'd blow you while I fuck
him?"

More blushing on my part, I actually started to hear my ears ring and
thought I might pass out. Carl lit two cigs and handed me one, asking "you
up for it, Tommy?"

Our trucker buddy had walked around to my side of the car and leaned up
against my door pressing his legs flat against the car so i could see the
sizable bulge in his tight jeans. The lot was empty as it was mid afternoon
on a summer day. He unzipped his Wranglers and pulled an impressive
semi-hard cock out of his fly and flopped it inside the car. I just reached
up to touch it. I put my hand around it, mesmerized, and stroked it as it
grew. Then he pulled back and tucked it into his pants as a car approached
from the Interstate.

The trucker leaned down and said, "my name is Kent, by the way. And you
boys should come check out my sleeper. We can have some privacy, take care
of our needs, and all be back on the road in 15 minutes."

I heard the driver's door open and Carl get out. This was
happening. Fucking Carl! But I was into it, even though I thought I might
have a heart attack right there in the passenger's seat. Carl knew I had a
fantasy about getting a cock in both holes at once and it hadn't happened
yet.

We walk to the dude's KW and climbed in after him. It was hot in the
sleeper and Carl pulled his shirt off first, showing off his beefy pecs and
big guns while Kent switched on a fan mounted to the wall. carl pulled my
shirt off next and pushed my Umbros down off my ass. I had a jock on that
was clearly stained with many loads of our died and yellowing teen jazz and
Kent let out a whistle. "Wow, a couple kinky jocks up in my truck. It's my
lucky fucking day!"

I was hard and naked and Kent grabbed my think, throbbing 6 1/2-inches and
gave it a good squeeze through the pouch before lightly stroking it.

"He can cum without touching it - but only if I hammer his hole with my
cock. You wanna see?"

"Hell yeah, I do, boy!" I realized we never told him our names. I didn't
want to. I was super nervous. Kent unbuttoned his shirt and shucked his
jeans after pulling his boots off.

"You got any lube, buddy?" Carl asked like they were teammates getting
ready to double team a cheerleader.

Kent tossed him a huge, half empty jar of Vaseline, which he caught in one
hand. He pushed me into doggie position squarely in front of Kent's growing
cock.

"Suck it, Tommy! What are you waiting for?" Carl barked. So I did. It was
not as thick as mine, but longer - maybe 7" cut and veiny. The dude had
some musk going and it turned me on. I opened my mouth and swallowed as
much as I could. I bobbed up and down and Kent sighed, leaned back and
reached for his smokes.

Carl smeared a glob of Vaseline on my hole and his cock and lined up for
entry. I was so turned on it didn't hurt at all when Carl plunged his 5"
cock into my ass in one thrust. He grabbed my hips and picked up his pace,
fucking me hard with full strokes.

Kent passed the smoke to Carl over my back. I was consumed by having both
holes filled I was having a hard time holding my orgasm back.

Carl reached his hands to my shoulders and pulled me off Kent's pole into
an upright position before pulling out of my ass. "Flip over on your back -
we want to watch you cum," he said. I did and Carl pulled my gangly
runner's legs apart, hoisting my calves up over his should and re-entered
my sticky hole with his cock, ramming it all the way in so it triggered my
prostate. Carl's dick wasn't long or very thick - so he had to really bang
my ass hard to get me off hands-free like he'd bragged about.

Kent scooted forward and put his big dick back in my mouth. Then he leaned
over and slurped my fat, dripping cock into his hot mouth. His stubble
scraped against my inner thigh sending a shiver through my whole body. I
worked Kent's cock hard - lots of suction and tongue. And in this position
I could deep throat him easier. Just a few passes through "heaven's gate"
and my tight teen throat job got Kent unhinged and ragged. He pulled off my
cock and started unleashing a massive trucker load of cum into my hungry
cum slut mouth. I sputtered and gurgled and swallowed.

Carl was Jack-rabbit fucking my ass and had pushed my legs up father so he
could hammer my prostate and make me blow. We'd learned how to get each
other off so well - he knew just what to do. I was thrashing around as Kent
recovered from his orgasm, still stroking his wet softening cock smearing
his sperm over my lips, and watched transfixed as the football jock
pummeled my runner's ass. My whole body convulsed and my balls pulled tight
and fired off thick ropes of teen jizz that splattered dazed Kent right in
the face. Carl couldn't last with my hole clamping down on him like a vice
and filled my ass with his seed.

Carl laughed and swiped my jizz from Kent's face and pushed some into
Kent's mouth. Then swiped up some more and fed it to me.

"He's a cum slut", Carl said to Kent. "He'll eat as much as you can feed
him. Watch"

And he pulled his dick from my ass and some of his jizz spilled out. He was
prepared and scooped it up and fed it to me. I knew it was kinky as fuck,
but I loved it. Kent then reached over me and dipped his long fingers into
my spasming hole and fished out some more and dragged it to my mouth to
guzzle it up before Karl put my legs down then straddled me to get his
dripping cock to my mouth. I cleaned him up. Then Kent.

We all pulled out clothes back on and Kent said he had to roll and thanked
us for a memory he'd jack off to for the rest of his life.

We hopped out and went back to my car and headed home. I was beginning to
understand what I liked about sex. My role as being a bit subordinate. But
I still felt like there was more to explore. And I loved that Carl was up
for anything.