Date: Tue, 08 Sep 1998 09:01:58 PDT
From: leykopygos@hotmail.com
Subject: Being Used

This story is a work of fiction.  None of the characters are real people.

				Being Used
			 by Leykopygos@hotmail.com

	One overcast mid-Spring day I was walking out of high school to the
library next door. I would usually wait at the library until Mother picked
me up after work. I preferred staying there prowling among the stacks to
riding the bus home. I was an object of constant teasing for my wimpy-ness
and unathleticism. I was just between the buildings when Billy Ray trotted
up beside me. I had known him since we were in the first grade. He usually
didn't give me the time of day. His daddy was a truck driver who somehow
had been able to buy a house just down the street from ours. A marked
underachiever, the only contact we had any more was an occasional PE class.
	"Hey, Dick, how's it goin'?"
	My parents' choice of my name was one reason for marked timidity. I
had been teased about being a Dick since I was in the second grade. I
cringed every time roll was called in school due to the snickers. Billy Ray
wasn't the least of my taunters. God only knew what he wanted.
	He got right up next to me and looked around to see if anyone was
near. Then he said, "Dick, Mike Evans told me you liked to give blowjobs."
	I was floored. Mike was my best friend and the only person with
whom I could discuss our mutual lust for cocks. I couldn't believe he had
told someone -- especially Billy Ray.
	Billy Ray could see the shock on my face started to reassure me
quickly. "Hey, I'm not going to tell anyone. I just thought I could talk
you into sucking on my dick. Mike sucked me and you are the only person I
have told. He said it would be okay to ask."
	There was no way I was going to let Billy Ray know that I really
liked to suck cock. I couldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.
"Look, man, you really don't expect me to believe Mike sucked you off. Much
less told you that I would suck your cock. I don't do that."
	"Ask Mike about it; he'll tell you."
	"I plan on doing just that." The second I got home.
	"Just keep me in mind, let me know if you decide you want it."
	"It's not going to happen." I said as I walked off. I couldn't
believe the entire interchange. I was shaking with fear, laced with a
healthy dose of sexual excitement. He wasn't gorgeous but he had a feeling
of white trash virility about him. I would like to find out if he had a big
dick. I wonder if he would fuck me? Getting fucked was the center of all my
jerk-off sessions. I had had limited sexual experiences before. Mike and I
had played around. He had even tried to fuck me but said he was too afraid
of hurting me. He did have a chubby cock. I had no doubt that he had blown
Billy Ray, no matter what I had said. I couldn't believe he would trust
him.
	The entire afternoon all I could think about was Billy Ray's cock.
I couldn't get Mike at home that night so the next day I looked him up
before they let us inside the school. Mike told me Billy Ray had been
pressuring him in study hall and he finally relented. Mike always was a
little incautious, and a little crazy. "He has a nice cock. It's bigger
than ours are." He told me. He said guys were always after him in study
hall. I looked up across the schoolyard and saw Billy Ray. He nodded at me
and smirked. That settled it. There was no way I could blow him, but I sure
wanted to.

	Billy Ray made no more overtures for rest of the school year and I
thought he had let the matter drop. A few weeks before the end of summer
vacation late in the afternoon I was riding my bicycle in my neighborhood
when who should come riding up but Billy Ray.
	"Hey, Dick, Mike told you about us didn't he?" He gave his crotch a
little rub for emphasis.
	"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm going to suck you." I answered as
my heart started to pound.
	"Why not, man, I won't tell any body. I bet you'd like it. I won't
make you do anything you don't want." He rubbed his crotch again.
	"Hey, I don't want to do anything. Just leave me alone."
	He reached into his pants and played with himself. "Well if that's
what you want, that's what you want. I'll see you around." And he rode off.
	I rode around a little more. The entire time I was semi-hard. I
couldn't think of anything but his hand rubbing his dick inside his pants.
After about ten minutes I headed home. My family was all in the back yard.
I walked in the house in a fever. I went straight to my room, pulled out
the school directory, and looked up Billy Ray's number. I went down to the
kitchen so I could hear if anyone came in, picked up the phone and
dialed. Billy Ray answered. I recognized his voice and said "Billy Ray,
this is Dick, meet me in the street between our houses."
	He said, "I'm on my way," And hung up.
	Minutes later, face to face he asked, "Where can we go."
	I thought for a minute. We were right next to a semi-wooded vacant
lot. I suggested we go in there. We rolled our bicycles into the thicket
and found a small clearing. I got off my bike and waited for him to tell me
what to do. He took off his tee shirt threw it on the straw and sat on
it. He stretched out on the straw, looked up at me, and ordered "Open my
pants and take it out."
	I sank down on my knees next to him. My thought I would choke with
apprehension and excitement. I reached out grasped his belt and unbuckled
it. Then I unsnapped his jeans. I could already see his rock hard outline
pointing off to his right hip. At that point all my good sense was shouting
for me to stop. Any further and I would be at his mercy. I paused a minute
to think of a way out of this.
	He interrupted my thoughts; "C'mon, man, you almost have it out in
the open. Don't you want to see it? Touch it? Hold it? You know you do." He
flexed his cock so I could see it swell and pulse. He was right. I wanted
all that and more. I wanted my lips wrapped around it and my tongue licking
the fullness of it.
	"Okay, but promise not to come in my mouth. Let me know before." I
reached back down and pulled the zipper apart baring his dingy white jockey
shorts. He raised his hips and suggested I pull his pants down. I did. And
I watched as his dick popped up free in the open air. It was seven to seven
and a half inches long, uncut, and flexed up stiff and hard above his
pelvis. The head flared out at the end of the shaft. As I reached out for
it he flexed again and it met my hand. As my fingers closed around it he
let out his breath betraying his anticipation. His dick was hard in my hand
but his warm slightly sweaty skin was like satin. The skin was so tight
around his engorged member that there was no play as I tried to give it a
few strokes. His egg-shaped balls were the size of a large jawbreaker and
were pulled tight in the sack.
	Billy Ray looked me in the eyes and said, "Lick them." I hadn't
even thought of that, but it sounded like a good idea. I bent my face down
and was met by the rising aroma of mild teenage sweat. I pressed my nose
into the bush at the base of his dick, and let my tongue softly bathe his
nuts. He released a pleasured groan as I sucked his balls into his mouth.
This was the first time I had ever sucked someone's balls. I tried to be
gentle, knowing how sensitive my own were. I was intoxicated by the sweet
teen musk of his pubes. It was an epiphany to me that I could find sweat a
turn on. After a few minutes I could put it off no longer and licked my way
up to the tip of his throbbing pole. I took the head in my mouth and ran my
tongue around the flared collar. Billy Ray groaned, "yeah," with obvious
pleasure. He reached up and rubbed the back of my head encouragingly, "Take
some more." I obliged taking two inches into my mouth. It seemed thicker
than I had expected forcing me to open wide. He applied some more pressure
to the back of my head forcing another inch of his pulsing rod into my open
mouth. I thought I was going to choke but knew there was a lot more cock
left. I tried to take an inch more but started to gag and pulled off.
	"Man that was great. You just need to relax more," he told me as I
tried to regain control of my gag reflex. I thought this was funny coming
from someone who had no intention of ever having his tonsils checked by a
big hard cock. But he could have a point. I opened back up and sucked his
tool back in my mouth and tired to adjust to the contact to the back of my
throat. When I came off again after gagging I explained that when his head
hit the back of my throat I couldn't handle it. It was just too big. This
pleased him. He thought for a minute and told me lay down on my back. I did
as he explained he me wanted to stretch my neck out straight and he would
get over me in push up position and fuck my mouth.
	I was very leery of surrendering that much control. I also didn't
want him thinking I really liked this. I wanted him thinking he was
coercing me. I had some religious scruples at that time and didn't want to
feel I was a willing participant. I started making some protestations about
not wanting to carry this any further but I was definitely putting out
mixed signals. I was simultaneously getting into position on my back,
stretching my head back and opening my mouth. I don't think he was fooled.
In moments his cockhead was brushing my lips and his balls were hanging in
front of my nose. He pushed his hard dick half way into my mouth and
started pumping it in and out slow and smooth. I was beginning to get off
on his face fucking. I felt like my hard cock was going to split the seams
of my shorts. He gradually started making exploratory thrust further back
into my throat. I felt it pushing against the sides of my throat but it
wasn't hitting the back wall of my throat, it was just scraping it. Before
long he had six inches of cock in my gaping mouth and I could fell his knob
widening my gullet. He didn't leave it in deep long enough to bother me and
was surprisingly gentle, considerate even. This wasn't the treatment I had
expected from him.
	"Try to open your mouth a little wider so I don't scrape your
teeth," he said as pulled free of my mouth. He settled to his knees with
his dick brushing over my face. He leaned forward some until his balls were
hanging in front of my nose and lips. "Suck on my balls, man." He said
huskily. I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue to make contact. I
captured one pulled it to my mouth and sucked it in. He started talking
softly to me. "Yeah man, that feels great. Suck on my nuts. Make `em feel
nice."
	I couldn't believe how this turned me on. My nose was pressing into
the soft muskiness between his cockroot and his shit hole. But my
discomfort due to this unfamiliar position was not the main point of my
focus.
	I was happily slurping away when he pulled back and said, "Eat my
cock." It loomed backed up in front of my face. He slid it into my mouth
again and resumed the previous steady pumping.
	After a few minutes I heard him say, "Open wide and let me in so I
can really fuck your throat."  Without waiting for any acknowledgment from
me he shoved his shaft further into my gullet. I felt it penetrate, its
hardness widening m . Before long he was pulling his dickhead all the way
out to be caressed by my lips and shoving in until my lips nuzzled in his
hairy pubes. He fucked my face like a pounding piston.
	I could take it no more (though I would have liked to). My throat
was raw and I knew I would gag if he kept on. I wriggled out from under him
and tried to compose my self.
	"C'mon man, don't stop now. I was close." He pleaded
	"I'm sorry, but I can't do it anymore. My throat is sore."
	"Well, I'll go easier. Just help me get off."
	I didn't want to suck him anymore but I knew one way he could get
off.
	"You want to cornhole me?" I asked hopefully.
	"Nah," he said, dashing my hopes. "Why not just beat on it with the
head in your mouth?"
	I had wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't believe he wasn't
interested. Disappointed, I answered, "Okay, but let me know before you
come."
	Needless to say he came in my mouth. He apologized as I spit it out
but I knew he did it on purpose. Over the next two weeks we had several
more encounters like this including the
promising-not-to-but-cumming-in-my-mouth-anyway scenario but I always acted
like it was a chore I had to do. He quit looking me up to do anything. I
was apprehensive about the start of school, thinking he would blab or razz
me. I was especially rattled when I discovered we had the same homeroom,
but he kept quiet and treated me exactly the same as he always had: he
ignored me.

	About a week before Halloween I had had a frustrating day in PE.
One of the guys I ogled regularly had sprung a woody in the shower. This
led two of his equally cute friends to start kidding him as their cocks
started stiffening also. The first guy started roughhousing with his
friends and shoved one of them against my back. I felt his swelling cock
rub the crack of my ass. I felt my dick start to get hard. As they
continued to rassle around, oblivious to me, I grabbed my towel and
abandoned the shower.
	My PE class was the last before lunch. I spent my entire lunch
trying to hide my hard on. All I could think about was the image of their
hot bodies, hard cocks, and the contact of bare cock on my bare butt cleft.
I had multiple scenarios in my mind peopled by those three hot boys across
the cafeteria.
	Right after lunch we went back to our homerooms for a twenty-minute
break before the final two periods. I sat down in the back of the room. I
didn't notice for a few minutes but Billy Ray was sitting next to me. He
was wearing his typical pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. The jeans left
little to the imagination and what wasn't obvious I could construct from
memory. I could smell the sweet aroma of his crotch and feel his pubes
against his my nose, my face, and my lips. I looked over at him. He wasn't
even aware I was there. I lay my head down on my desk hoping to catch his
attention. It worked. He glanced my way and nodded (Just a friendly nod). I
held his gaze with my eyes and then lowered my eyes to stare at his
crotch. He might not have been the brightest apple in the barrel, but he
didn't have to be hit by a two by four. He got my meaning immediately. He
smiled his approval and we started exchanging notes to set up a meeting
after school.
	A few years earlier, the older boys in our neighborhood had built a
small lean-to against a dry embankment in the field behind my house. They
had used this as their clubhouse for a year or so. It was where they could
go to smoke, look at what titty mags they could lay their hands on, and
generally goof-off. I had all kinds of wild fantasies about what they did
there, no doubt far wilder than actual facts. They grew out of the
clubhouse and now it was abandoned. The field wasn't cultivated but was
simply a large hilly meadow full of sagebrush. I was probably the only
person who knew about the old shack. I loved to take walks out there. I
drew Billy Ray a map and told him to meet me there.
	Within ten minutes of getting home from school I was headed out
into the field. I waited at the lean-to for Billy Ray to arrive. He showed
up ten or fifteen minutes later. He was obviously pleased that this was my
idea. I dropped the reluctant act and made some effort to give him a good
time. I didn't even bother with the don't-cum-in-my-mouth act, though I
did still spit it out. He still turned down my offer of my ass, que sera,
sera. At least I was getting my hands on some nice sized dick. The he
really blew me mind.
	"Is there any guy you would like me to let know you do this?"
	I was totally floored. The idea I might want this baboon to
broadcast this little tidbit seemed ludicrous. I imagine a huge list of my
fantasy fucks but there was no way I could acknowledge this to Billy Ray.
No way I could have it known. We lived in a small southern town. I
marshaled my composure and haltingly explained that I wanted this to be
just between the two of us. "Don't you dare tell anybody!"

	Over the next few months, emboldened by my initiating an encounter,
Billy Ray would just show up at my door out of the blue. It was frequently
late in the afternoon after he had been out playing ball with other guys in
the neighborhood. The aroma of his crotch, sweaty from his recent exertion
became like a drug for me. He kept trying to get me eat his ass but I had
no interest in that. I don't know what my mother must have thought about me
associating with Billy Ray, especially since he seldom stayed more than
twenty or thirty minutes. I was always terrified that she knew exactly what
was going on but didn't want to face it or create a scene.
	New Year's morning I got a phone call. It was Billy Ray. He said
his family was away and he had his house to himself and wanted me to come
down. I was still a little leery of him setting me up for exposure, but I
had to have his cock. To my relief when I got to his house he was alone.
Things proceeded in their normal course until I was getting ready to leave.
At this point he reached into a drawer and pulled out some black and white
porn brochures. Most were straight but he had several that depicted men
sucking and fucking each other. This was the first time I had ever seen any
hard-core porn, not to mention gay hard-core. I was totally enthralled.
	"Have you ever done that?" he asked me incredulously. I told him I
had. He wanted to know with whom. I again told him that was my business. He
dropped that line of questions and took up another.
	"Doesn't it hurt? This guy has a huge pole on him."
	"Yeah, it hurts, but you can't just jam it in. You got to take it
slow so you get used to it." I answered.
	"Man, there is no way I would let a guy fuck me. Do you like it?"
	Sheepishly I answered, "Yeah, I do like it. I like it better than
sucking cock."
	He was quiet for a moment and then asked, "Have you ever fucked
somebody's ass?" I told him I had. "What was it like?" he asked. "Is it as
good as a pussy?"
	"I've never fucked a girl." I answered. "But I can tell you it
beats a hand or a mouth. It's really tight and smooth. But most guys I have
fucked said I hurt them too bad and made me pull out."
	"Do you like getting fucked?"
	"Yeah, as long as the guy takes his time and doesn't try to split
me open." I hesitated and asked, "You want to fuck me?"
	"Nah," he answered. "It seems a little too queer for me."
	I finished dressing and headed back home where I immediately went
to my room. I jerked off several times thinking about those hot fuck
pictures and Billy Ray reaming my ass out. I came three times in succession
I was so turned on.
	
	I went several weeks with nothing more from Billy Ray than a casual
friendly nod. I thought I had turned him off. This didn't hurt my feelings
or anything but had started getting used to swinging on his rod and was
beginning to miss it. Then one day at lunch I had left the cafeteria to
take a leak. I had only just pulled my dick out to start pissing when Billy
Ray walked in. We were the only people there. He took the urinal next to me
and pulled out his slightly tumescent cock. I stared.
	"What you got going on this afternoon?" he asked.
	"I'm just hangin' around the house," I said. "Mother is taking both
of my sisters shopping in the city after school."
	"That's great. Do you care if I come by?"
	Trying not to seem too eager I said, "Sure, whatever."
	We heard approaching footsteps. As another guy walked in (it was
Bilbo, the guy whose dick had bumped my ass crack that fall) I zipped up
and walked out without another word.
	I was peeping through the curtains when Billy Ray strolled up. I
let him in and stripped off his pants as soon as he was out of his
shoes. After twenty or so minutes of our typical ball slurping and face
fucking he pulled his dick out of my mouth.
	"Can I cornhole you?" he asked. His voice was breathy and I could
tell he was excited. But he was nowhere near as excited as I was. I was
going to fucked by a straight redneck stud for the first time.
	I did my best to appear nonchalant and simply answered, "Okay."
	I pulled my pants off for the first time in front of him. He paid
me no mind as he stroked his steel hard erection. "Suck it some more and
get it wet." He said. After a minute he rolled me over on my stomach and
got on top of me.
	Never before had a dick as large as my own six incher successfully
penetrated me. Billy Ray, while not massive, was more than an inch longer
and noticeably thicker. As I felt him push his cock along my crack I tried
to prepare myself for his onslaught. He started trying to spear me right
off but was too high.
	"Reach around and get me in," he gasp in my ear.
	I was beginning to think this might not be a good idea but my hand
and my butt had it's own ideas. I reached around and guided his dick to my
tight hole as anticipatory quivers shook my entire frame. I rubbed his spit
soppy cock around my opening and shoved back gently against it. I grimaced
as I felt my anus try to open to accommodate his pulsing girth. I thought
it was going to tear me open. As pushed back more to try to ease it in he
lunged forward with his hips, driving his head through my ass lips. I
thought I would die. I screamed out loud. I tried to squirm away but he was
relentless. Every move of mine to escape was matched by him and succeeded
only in opening me further to his iron spike. I truly felt as if someone
had driven flaming hot fence pole in my inexperienced little butt. I
thought for sure that I had to be torn and bleeding. I wanted this to be
over but then I realized I had never been so hard in all my life.
	Billy Ray started whispering in my ear how tight and hot I was.
Before I realized he had slid the two inches behind the head up my spasming
sore rectum. He started thrusting his hips wildly. He wasn't really moving
inside my chute but his thrusting was rubbing the head of my dick against
the sheets beneath me. I was telling him to quit but I knew I didn't mean
it. He told me to stop whining. I wanted this and he was barely in me.
	I reached back and wrapped my hand around his cock. I could feel
his blood beating in the engorged organ. He was right -- he had a lot more
cock out than was in. I traced my fingers down to the point where it
entered my stretched hole. I wasn't torn after all. He starting thrusting
his hips wildly. He wasn't really moving inside my chute but his thrusting
was rubbing the head of my dick against the sheets beneath me. I felt the
cum churning in my balls. Before I knew it, I was spurting madly. I groaned
loudly. Every spurt of cum caused me to clench the tight ring of muscles
surrounding his dick. He gave another huge push, which inserted another
inch in my backside. I felt his dick throb as cum gushed into me. As he
finished he body went limp.
	As he gingerly pulled his softening pud from my sloppy hole. I
thought my insides were coming out with his dick. His cum seeped out my
tender hole and ran down my balls. He got up and stumbled to the bathroom
to wash off. When he was in me I had just wanted him out, now with his
fullness gone I felt incomplete and empty. I passed him in the hall on my
way to wash up. When I got back in the bedroom he was pulling on his
clothes. He pointed to the wet spot on the sheets where I had cum.
	"You came with me fucking you. I went wild when your butt started
squeezing me. Next time I'm going to put it all in there and show you what
getting fucked is all about. You'll cum so much we'll float in it"
	"If you are going spear me in one thrust again there isn't going to
be a next time. I'm surprised I'm not bleeding. If you want to fuck me
again you're going to have to be gentle and let me adjust."
	He grinned at me. "We can start out that way if you want, but you
know you loved it."
	I didn't want to admit it but I did love it. It was my first man
fuck. Now I was sorry the duration was so short, but I guess that was my
fault.
	As he left he looked back over his shoulder and said, "Don't let
anything happen to that cock squeezer of yours. I'm goin' to want that on a
regular basis."
	My sore asshole was dribbling his cum for the next two days. But I
knew I was going to want it on a regular basis too.

	The next time was three days later. I was a serious piano student
and spent most of my free time practicing. My piano was down in the
basement, which had an outside door on the west side of the house. I was
down there practicing right after dinner and heard a rap at the door. When
I opened the door Billy Ray walked right on through.
	"I've got to have some more of that hot ass pussy of yours. Get
down on your knees and get me ready." I didn't need a second order. I
slurped on his dick like it was an all day sucker. After a while I led him
back into the back room. This was just a storage room. There was a mattress
lying on the floor. He caught the idea immediately.
	He pulled a small jar of Vaseline out of his pocket and said "This
ought to make things easier. Get out of those britches."
	He did start off easy. He lubed up his pole, and slowly and
carefully inserted his throbbing rod in my butt. The Vaseline did help. He
allowed me to adjust to each further penetration. When he was all the way
in and I had stopped gasping, he pulled me up to my knees. I thought this
was totally strange and unnatural, like dogs fucking, but I was far to cock
crazed to protest. He was hitting places inside that were completely virgin
territory. He grasped my hips and pulled and pushed in another inch that I
wouldn't have thought existed. I felt the hair at the base of his cock
rubbing my butt hole. He flexed his cock and I felt it swell inside me. I
thought I'd scream but both my parents were upstairs. He pulled back until
only his flared head was in me. The he thrust forward easily until his
pubes were brushing my ass lips again. I popped up on my elbows but he
pushed my chest back down on the floor. My hard cock was thumping against
my stomach. He pulled out again until my hole was empty and gaping, wanting
his cock back in me. He rubbed his cock up and down my hole, teasing me.
	"You want it back in?" he asked. I pushed my butt back to try to
recapture his big member but he pulled back away. "If you want this cock
you're going to have to say so. You have to tell me where, why and how you
want it." To punctuate this he jabbed the head in and pulled back out.
	I gasped out. "I want your big cock. I want you to fuck my little
pussy hole. Fuck me with your hot hard slab of meat!"
	"That's good," he said. "Here's your reward." He lined up and gored
me with the full length of his rod. I groaned and bit down on my hand to
keep from screaming. The pain was sharp and severe but so was the sexual
rush I was getting from his hard driving fuck.
	"Oh yeah, fuck me hard!" I was stunned to realize those words were
pouring from my mouth. "Pump me full of hard cock!"
	He took me at my word and started pumping my butt fast, hard and
rough. No finesse here, just ram and slam. He was thrusting against my
upturned butt with such force my head was bouncing on the mattress. He
fucked me five minutes (it felt like an hour), and then he stabbed deep and
tensed up. I felt his cock pulse as he filled me with his come. He chatted
inconsequentially as he got dressed. Then headed off.

	Billy Ray started showing up at least once a week. I got used to
hearing a rap on the door. I kept telling myself I was doing this because
he would tell everyone if I quit. (Like this red neck wanted everyone to
know.) I even started acting like it was an imposition. Like I didn't have
time or wasn't in the mood. But I never let him go away unsatisfied. After
Billy Ray got his license I got used to hearing the crunch of gravel as he
pulled into the turn-around behind the house. I can't imagine what Mother
must have been thinking. A friend dropping by unannounced and only staying
thirty to forty-five minutes.
	One afternoon the next spring I was practicing piano and heard the
crunch of gravel. I knew that it was too early for my father to get home so
I thought that it must be Billy Ray. He knocked and came right on in.
	"You don't care if Bilbo comes in, do you? He's sitting out in the
car."
	I looked out the door and sure enough there he sat. That had to
mean he had told Bilbo I had been servicing him. My mind reeled. I was torn
between anger and horror at being exposed.
	"You can't expect me to do him too!" I blurted out.
	"You're not mad, are you? I thought you'd like it."
	"LIKE IT! I can't believe you told him. I told you not to tell
anybody."
	"I haven't told him anything yet."
	I gave him what I thought was an appropriately scornful expression.
	"Can't he come in and watch?" he asked.
	"No, I don't feel like it. Come back sometime by yourself."
	"How about if I ask him to drive around `til we're finished?"
	"Well, Okay."
	Billy Ray went out and came back as Bilbo drove off.
	We went into the back room and after a few minutes of my cock
slurping he climbed on my back and started fucking me missionary. He had
been at it a few minutes when I heard the outer door open. Bilbo stood in
the door watching me getting cornholed.
	"He's already seen us," Billy Ray whispered in my ear. "He might as
well come in."
	He motioned and Bilbo came on in rubbing his crotch. As he neared
Billy Ray told him "Pull it on out and fuck his mouth, he's real good." He
kneeled down in front of me and unbuttoned his pants and fly. He was white
jockey that bulged with his hard cock. With one motion he pushed his jeans
and underwear down on his thighs. His freshly freed cock sprang up and
slapped me on the nose. He was cut and slightly longer than Billy Ray was
but not quite as thick and straight as a railroad spike. As the blended
aroma of soap and teen-aged crotch filled my nose he reached down and
directed his dick to my lips. I took his head in my mouth and he moaned.
	"Isn't that great!" Billy Ray said as he peered over my shoulder at
Bilbo's cock sliding in my face. He had stopped thrusting in my hole but
his rock hard pole pulsing in my butt betrayed how turned on he was by his
view. Bilbo slid more of his cock into my throat. "Bury his nose in your
bush," Billy Ray said. That was obviously all the excitement he could
take. He backed out his cock to the head and thrust back in hard splashing
my guts with his spurting come. He collapsed on top of me limp as a dish
rag.
	"Hey man, did you just shoot in his butt?" Bilbo asked. His cock
pulsed in my mouth as he pushed further into my throat. My face felt hot
and must have been glowing with embarrassment and excitement. Being the sex
object of two studs had been a fantasy of mine for a long time. But I
hadn't expected the sensation of being demeaned. But my libido was a lot
stronger than my pride and I dug my nose into his pubes nearly choking
myself.
	Billy Ray's voice was low and gravelly. "Yeah man, I flooded his
hot hole. It's tighter than any pussy. You want a piece?"
	"I don't know if I want seconds. Sounds sloppy."
	"Hey, guy, sometimes sloppy is good. It just means he ready." Billy
Ray's dick had softened up but the conversation must have been turning him
on. I felt him throb inside me and start to grow. "If you don't want him I
can go again, but you are really missing out." He thrust his stiffening rod
into me as emphasis. "Satisfaction is guaranteed."
	I was their cum bag for the next year and a half then sometime in
the middle of senior year they both got girlfriends and quit coming around.
I had felt used and reluctant when I had them. But I was bereft and horny
without them. I know it's cliche, but if I had known then what I know now
we all would have had a much better time. But that is how you learn.