Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2011 12:01:35 -0400
From: Moore
Subject: Crusing Out of Control

Cruising Out of Control

By Moore

Chapter One

"Great work out there today, boys," Coach Ryan said as we
trudged into the locker room. I was hot, sweaty and beat
after a two hour football practice.  "In a year or two
some of you will be ready for the varsity team. That's
all for now, boys, hit the showers."

Varsity team, no way, I thought.  I'm barely good enough
for the freshman team.  The only reason I went out for
football at all is because of Frank. He's the athlete and
also my best friend since kindergarten. I am the smart
one, the straight A student. Frank urged me to go out for
the team, insisted really, and Frank almost always gets
his way with me.

"Hey, Steven, you gonna take a shower or hang out in your
jersey and pads all day?"

Frank, standing next to me, was down to his jock strap.
I was so exhausted that I hadn't taken off my cleats yet.
He looked so good wearing nothing but that jock strap,
because he had a great body and he really filled out the
pouch. I wore a jock strap because we were required by
Coach Ryan to wear a jock strap, not that I'm much of a
jock or have much to put in the strap.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Frank said as he stepped out of
his jock. He padded off to the showers before I even had
a chance to ask if I could give him a blow job later. Not
that I thought he'd say yes to a blow job, but there was
always a chance that he might change his mind.

I picked up his stained, sweat soaked jock strap and
brought it to my face. I inhaled deeply of Frank's musky
scent, wondering if I'd ever get to suck his big dick and
eat his sweet sperm again. I licked inside the damp pouch
that had held his cock and balls, chewed the wet mesh in
anger and frustration that my best friend would not let
me suck his big dick anymore.


Chapter Two

I know how big Frank's dick is because, well, we started
jerking off together in early July. It was all Frank's
idea and I went along. His idea too a few weeks later,
giving each other hand jobs. I liked jerking him off and
making him cum, liked watching his sperm shoot up in the
air and rain down on my hand and his belly. Messy, but
fun. We jerked off together a lot, but never had the
nerve to taste each other's cum.

And then in August Frank decided, while looking at a
porno magazine that he got from his older brother, that
we should give each other blow jobs. We were lying on his
bed, naked and stroking each other's dicks, with the
magazine between us.

I thought he was kidding. "Blow jobs, Frank? Isn't that
sort of, you know, gay?"

"Look at the expression on her face," he said, pointing
to the color photo of a naked girl on her knees with an
incredibly huge dick in her mouth. "You can tell by her
face, Steven, that she really likes that big dick in her
mouth."

I could tell no such thing and he avoided answering my
question.

"All girls like dick and cum," Frank declared, "and
giving guys blow jobs. My brother says that some guys
like dick too."

I wasn't about to argue his point about girls liking
dick, that seemed like normal sex to me. Though I
couldn't imagine any girl I knew going down on her knees
and giving me a blow job and letting me cum in her mouth.

"C'mon, dude, don't be a wimp. It's not gay to try it."

I didn't think I'd like a dick in my mouth, or cum, but
Frank kept insisting that it wasn't gay to try it. He set
all the ground rules for the blow job and he went down on
me first. I didn't last long once Frank started sucking
on my dick, maybe two minutes of incredible pleasure. It
was by far the best cum I'd ever experienced, better by
far than a hand job...ejaculating directly into Frank's
mouth. I got the feeling that he didn't like it very much
because he spit out my sperm. A few minutes to recover
and it was my turn to return the favor and give Frank a
blow job.

I got down on my knees and put my hands on his thighs
like Frank had done to me. Kneeling between Frank's legs
as he towered above me, his dick inches from my face, was
slightly humiliating and strangely exciting. I closed my
eyes and opened my mouth...ready to receive Frank's dick.

I felt the spongy head pass through my quivering lips and
slide smoothly along my tongue. I think I moaned aloud,
or maybe it was Frank, or maybe it was both of us.

I clamped my lips around the thick shaft and the deed was
done...Frank's dick was firmly in my mouth. Much to my
great surprise and relief, Frank's big dick felt really,
really good in my mouth. His dick was smooth as silk,
soft and yet so stiff all at the same time.  His dick was
alive...charged with raw energy, pulsing and probing in
my mouth...delivering shock waves of incredible pleasure
throughout my body. I felt the tingling sensation between
my legs that signals the start of an erection and despite
having cum only a few minutes ago my dick was coming
alive.

A million senseless thoughts flew in and out of my mind.
Only one thought lingered on that could not be explained
or denied. I was aroused, no, much more than that. I was
sexually aroused...like I never was before...without even
touching my dick. Nothing else made any sense at that
moment or later that night when I had a chance to think
about it. I was sexually aroused by the cock in my mouth,
a boy who liked dick.

I looked up at Frank and smiled, or what passes for a
smile when a dick is in your mouth.  He held my eyes with
his as his hands moved to hold my head. The fleeting look
on his face spoke of joy with a touch of conquest. I felt
small, helpless and excited looking up at Frank with his
dick in my mouth.

"Hey, Steven," Frank said, "You got a boner. I think you
like my dick in your mouth." I nodded. Smiling is hard,
speaking is all but impossible with a dick in your mouth.
"Like really like my big dick," he continued, feeding me
more dick. I nodded again, ashamed that I liked his dick
so much, ashamed that I had a boner with a dick in my
mouth. I put those thoughts aside and started to suck.

I sucked Frank's dick until my jaw began to ache, but I
didn't stop...couldn't stop...because his dick felt so
good, so natural in my mouth. I sucked him fast and I
sucked him slow, swirling my tongue around the head,
slurping and swallowing the spit whenever I could. I
sucked him deep, almost to the point of gagging, wanting
every inch of his big dick in my mouth. And as Frank's
dick expanded in my mouth, as my best friend got closer
and closer to cumming, I desperately wanted his sperm.
More than anything else, as the blow job neared an end,
I wanted Frank to cum in my mouth...I wanted to eat his
sperm.


Chapter Three

I changed into my street clothes without showering and
ran out of the locker room with Frank's jock strap still
clenched in my hand...angry that Frank would not let me
give him blow jobs anymore. One blow job in August and he
would not do it again, not even a hand job. I didn't mind
at all that he wouldn't jerk me off or blow me...as long
as I could suck his dick and eat his cum...or mind that
I had to beg him for it sometimes. I guess you could say
that I was his personal cocksucker, using me for blow
jobs when he wanted to get off.

I was happy to be his personal cocksucker and I thought
he enjoyed the blow jobs too. So I was shocked when he
told me on the first day of school that I couldn't give
him blow jobs anymore because it was too gay. I argued in
vain that getting a blow job wasn't gay.

I ran out of the locker room and crashed right into Drew
Levine who went down in a heap.  A tackle like that on
the football field would have earned praise from Coach
Ryan. Like Frank, I knew Drew from kindergarten but we
hadn't been friends for years. He was still playing
dressİup and having tea parties with his three older
sisters when the rest of the boys in our group had moved
on to sports and other masculine activities. Drew was
odd, more girl than boy, and he never denied the frequent
accusation that he was gay.

"You ok?" I asked, helping him to his feet.

"My legs and my back," he said, wincing in pain. "I don't
think I can walk."

"Lean on me and try."

Drew was able to walk a little with my help. Feeling
guilty for running into him I agreed to help him get
home. I helped him upstairs to his room, no one else was
home, and helped him take off his clothes so we could
examine his injuries.

"They belong to my sister," he said, as if to explain why
he was wearing what appeared to be a pink jock strap.

I ran my hands up and down his hairless legs, stopping
midİthigh, well below his crotch...though I was tempted
to go higher. "Just bruised," I said. "Nothing seems to
be broken. Roll over so I can examine your back."

Drew wasn't wearing a pink jock strap at all, at least
not the kind of jock strap I was familiar with. This jock
strap had a single band attached to the waist, a thin
band that disappeared between the cheeks of his ass.  And
what an ass it was, round and creamy white, with a rose
tattoo on the left cheek.

"I'm starting to feel better," Drew said as he got off
the bed.  "Thanks for checking me out."  He stood next to
me briefly and then he suddenly dropped to his knees. I
reached down to help him up. Drew took my hand in his and
put his other hand in my crotch. "We used to be friends
when we were kids."

"Uh huh."

"I'd like to be your friend, Steven, a special friend. I
can do things for you that no other friend can do. They
can but they won't, I mean. Would you like me to show you
what I can do to make you feel special?"

"Well yeah, I guess."

Drew quickly got my pants down and got his hands inside
my shorts. He fondled me gently and I quickly got hard.

"Feels good, Steven?"

"Oh yeah."

"I can make your dick feel even better," he said, pulling
down my shorts and pushing me back on his bed. Then he
stripped off the pink jock and crawled between my legs.
Drew's erection, not a pubic hair in sight, stood tall
against his belly. "I can suck it."

A funny thing happened during the blow job. I pivoted
around so that Drew's dick ended up in my mouth. I sucked
him while he sucked me, cumming together and swallowing
each others sperm.

"I had no idea you were gay, Steven."

"I'm not. Well, I don't think I am."

"Well, I am and I can tell when a boy is gay. That was
not the first time you sucked a dick."

I could have lied easily enough, but I was tired of
living a lie. "Ah, no, I've done it a few times before.
I guess I am gay after all."

"It's okay to be gay," Drew said. "Whose dicks have you
sucked?"

"Dick," I responded in the singular, not wanting Drew to
think I was blowing a lot of boys.

"Dick who? Is he in our class?"

"One dick, Drew, I've sucked one dick...one boy. I'd
rather not mention his name because it's over. He won't
let me suck him anymore."

"Did he suck you too?"

"One time and then he wouldn't do it again."

"That sucks," Drew said, which made us both laugh out
loud. "He turned you into his personal cocksucker, didn't
he?  Used you for a fag and you let him use you that way
because..."

Months of denial, pent up anger and frustration burst
forth. It had to come out sometime and I felt Drew would
understand. "Because I love to suck cock, Drew. I love a
dick in my mouth...need a dick in my mouth and, and..."

"And you love cum," Drew said, reading my mind. "You love
the spurts and taste of warm cum. I love it too."

Drew took off the rest of my clothes and held me in his
arms.  He kissed away my tears and then he kissed my
lips. I opened my mouth for his probing tongue, tasting
my cum as he must have tasted his own. Then we scooted
around on his bed and devoured each other's cocks.


Chapter Four

"Where are you going?" I asked when Drew got out of the
bed and started to get dressed.  "Come back to bed and
I'll give you another blow job."

"You're done, Steven.  Three blow jobs in an hour. You
couldn't cum again if your life depended on it. I need
more cocks to suck, fresh cocks and more cum."

"So where are you going for fresh cock?"

"I'm going cruising for cock at Lyon Park."

Cruising for cock sounded like fun. "Could I go with
you?"

"You could, but I don't think you're ready. There's a lot
of guys looking for blow jobs and sometimes it can get
kind of rough for the cocksucker."

I started to get dressed and said, "I'm going with you."

"Not dressed like that you're not."

"What's wrong with jeans, sneakers and a button down
shirt? Is there a dress code for cocksuckers?"

Drew laughed. "Too much like a school boy and not enough
like a cocksucker. This is what cocksuckers wear when
cruising for cock so the straight guys know we are fags."

Drew gave me a pink jock strap like his...he called it a
thong. The single thin strap felt pretty good in the
crack of my ass. Flip flops, tiny shorts, and a T shirt
that left half my body exposed completed my cocksucker
outfit. Dressed this way I felt like a fag and now I
looked like a fag.

"Now you look like a faggot cocksucker," Drew said, and
we headed off to Lyon Park in search of cocks to suck.

We sat on a bench watching four college boys tossing a
frisbee around.  "What do we do?" I asked after ten long
minutes. "Go over and ask if they want a blow job?"

"We wait," Drew said.  "They've seen us and they know
what we are. They'll come over if they have any interest.
Lookit, here they come. Just do what I do and let me do
the talking."

Sure enough they stopped by our bench.

"Hot," Drew said as he slipped off his T shirt and
shorts. I did the same, embarrassed to be sitting in a
public park wearing nothing but a pink thong and flip
flops. "Though it could get much hotter if you know what
I mean."

The biggest of the four turned to his pals. "Faggots," I
heard him say.  "Cocksuckers. You guys up for a blow
job?"

Then he turned back to us and said. "Okay, fags, lead the
way."

Drew lead the way to a less public spot behind some tall
bushes. The ground was littered with used condoms. I got
down on my knees next to Drew, nervous yet excited, eager
to suck dick.

Drew already had a dick in his mouth, sucking noisily,
when the big guy stepped forward. "Take it out for me,
faggot."

I paused for a moment, shamed by his superior attitude,
and then meekly followed his instructions. I got his
pants and jock strap down to his knees in one easy
motion, sniffed and licked his sweaty balls, then I took
all of his half hard cock in my mouth. He didn't stay
half hard for long, forcing me to back off or choke to
death on his dick.

"How's your faggot, Alan?" My guy asked his pal who was
pumping away like mad in Drew's mouth.

"Helluva cocksucker, Paul, I...oh shit...I'm gonna cum in
the faggot's mouth."

"I'm right behind you, Alan, gonna feed my faggot with a
big load of my spunk."

Alan wasn't kidding about the size of his load. Spurt
after spurt after spurt of warm, creamy semen collected
in my mouth. I wanted it all, every drop of tasty sperm,
but I couldn't swallow fast enough. Cum oozed from the
corners of my mouth and clung to my chin.

I barely had time to catch my breath before a fresh dick
was at my lips. "Open up fag and blow me. Gonna empty my
nuts in your cocksucker mouth."

He did, a nice load of thick sperm, though not as much as
the first. I swallowed it all and thought I was done, but
a few more guys had mysteriously appeared and they had
different ideas.

"We were just passing by and heard the commotion. Can we
use your faggot for a blow job?"

"He's not my faggot," Paul answered back. "Though I
wouldn't mind owning one to take care of my dick."

Drew and I sucked two more dicks each. We couldn't decide
who would suck off the last guy...so we did him together
and shared the cum, passing the wad of sperm back and
forth between our mouths.

"Oh, fuck, the faggots are kissing. I'm outta here before
the queers go down on each other."

Which is exactly what we did after taking off our thongs
because we both had throbbing erections and needed to
cum. A few guys stayed behind to watch the show...and
laugh at us.  I suppose it was funny watching two naked
boys, two shameless faggots, rolling around on the ground
in a tight sixtyİnine...each with a dick in his mouth.

Drew and I cruised Lyon Park until October when the
weather turned cold and we had to take our cocksucking
indoors.  The bus station and the railroad station, even
the bathroom at the public library was a source of many
guys who wanted to get their dicks sucked. We were two
cock crazy fags cruising out of control and having the
time of our life.


Chapter Five

Naturally, I became good friends with Drew again. Hard
not to be friendly with your suck buddy, the boy you
exchange blow jobs with and go cruising for cock with.
I kept my distance  at school, though, concealing our
friendship because of Drew's reputation. I was a faggot,
a cocksucker like Drew, but I didn't want my schoolmates
to know. It was the only thing we argued about, other
than the friendly dispute over who was the better
cocksucker.

We were dressing to go cruising at a midİtown hotel when
the argument started again...pink thongs under dark grey
slacks, white shirts and navy blazers.  Not our usual
cocksucker outfits, but this was a sports memorabilia
show at a luxury hotel so we couldn't go dressed like
obvious fags.

"I should go without you," Drew said, slipping into his
thong.

"Why?"

"Because you laughed at me in school today when all the
other boys laughed.  Some great friend you are, Steven,
laughing out loud when Frank tied me naked to the goal
post and put his smelly old jock strap on my face."

"Well, it was funny and you did get a hardon. Frank's old
jock strap must have smelled pretty good."

"It did, but that's not the point. You could have come
back for me and untied me before the cheerleaders came
out to practice. But no, you left me there naked, tied up
with a stinky jock strap on my face to be laughed at by
a bunch of silly girls."

Drew had a right to be angry, but I was afraid to defend
him in front of the other boys. Afraid that they would
think that I was gay like Drew. "I'm sorry, Drew."

"Sorry doesn't cut it and I know why you did it. You have
to come out of the closet, admit that you're gay."

"I'm not ready."

"Not ready my ass.  How many dicks have you sucked since
we started cruising together?"

"I don't know...maybe a hundred or so."

"More like two hundred dicks, Steven, my fag friend.  And
how many guys have cum in your mouth?"

"All of them, I guess.  Except for the guys that like to
cum on my face." I hate when guys do that because it's a
terrible waste of cum.

"And how many guys have called you fag, homo, cocksucker
and worse? How many guys, oh, and girls for that matter,
have watched you suck dick and already know that you're
a fag."

Now that was a humiliating experience, sucking cock at a
fraternity house while twenty girls watched and cheered
each time a guy unloaded his sperm in my mouth. Faggot
and pussy mouth cocksucker sounds different when the
words are spoken by a girl. "Okay, okay, you've made your
point, Drew. A lot of people know that I'm gay."

Drew raised an eyebrow. "Gay? The way you go for dick?"

"Okay, a fag. A lot of people know that I'm a fag. I'll
come out to the boys at school next week." Not so bad,
maybe, I thought. They will make jokes and laugh at me,
piss on me in the shower, but I might get to suck a few
dicks.

"And the girls?"

Total humiliation. "Yes, the girls too...and all the
teachers. Next week, I promise, everyone at school will
know I'm a fag."

Drew kissed me and fondled my balls. "Get dressed, fag,"
he said. "We got some cruising to do and some dicks to
suck."

The sports show was interesting, but after an hour and a
constant erection I was ready to suck a few dicks. I went
searching for Drew who'd gone off by himself and finally
found him talking to an older man. He introduced me to
Mr. Adler who grinned and then handed Drew a key. "Wait
for me upstairs, boys," he said.

"Where did you meet him?" I asked as we rode up in the
elevator.

"In the bathroom.  He must have seen the tattoo on my ass
when I dropped my pants to piss. I offered to blow him in
a stall, but he had a better idea. A party in his room
for a hundred bucks."

"A party in his room. Is it safe?"

"Safe enough," Drew assured me as the elevator came to a
stop.  "Mr. Adler is a pedophile, Steven."

"What's a pedophile?"

"A man who loves boys...young boys."

"My father loves me and I'm a boy," I said naively.

"Does your father want to see you naked? Does he want to
fondle your body and kiss you all over? Does he want to
blow you until you cum in his mouth?"

"Of course not."

Mr. Adler does. And when he's done with our bodies we'll
both suck his dick, if he can even get it up, and be on
our way with a hundred bucks. Not bad pay for letting him
use our bodies and a simple blow job."

Drew used the key to open the door and we walked into a
huge living room.  The back wall was glass with a birds
eye view of Central Park. Outside on the terrace a man
was smoking a cigarette. He came in when he saw us.

"Who are you?" he asked rather sternly in a British
accent.

"I'm Drew and this is my friend Steven.  Mr. Adler gave
me the key."

"Ahhh, the party boys."

"Yeah," Drew replied.

"That's yes sir or yes Mr. Coyle. Mr. Adler insists that
his party boys be polite and respectful as well as young
and submissive. I suppose you're both queer lads, fags as
you like to say in the States. Mr. Adler prefers queer to
describe a lad's homosexual orientation. Fag and faggot
is so bloody common, gay is misleading and cock sucker is
positively appalling."

"Yes sir, I am queer," Drew said easily.

"And what about you, lad?" Mr. Coyle demanded. "Are you
a queer boy? Do you like a man's penis in your mouth and
his semen in your belly?"

I did like to suck of course, but I hated the word and
hated to say it. Queer gets stuck in my throat like an
oversized cock and a wad of chunky cum.

"Well, we can't have a party unless...

"I am queer, sir, Mr. Coyle," I said quickly. "Queer,
queer, queer."

"Queer it is then. Excellent.  You may disrobe and bathe
in the first room on the left. Return here starkers for
my inspection before we get you dressed for the party."

"Excuse me, sir, but what is starkers?"

"An expression we Brits use, lad. It means bloody naked."

Drew and I showered together and returned to the living
room. I froze in my tracks when I saw a woman talking to
Mr. Coyle. "Come in lads," he said, waving us over.
"Don't be shy in front of Gloria. She's seen many naked
queer boys in her day."

"My, what a lovely penis," Gloria said as she fondled my
cock. "Lovely testicles too. Pink for you, I think, and
red for your queer friend."

Gloria deftly tied a pink ribbon around my dick and a red
one around Drew. My humiliation turned to puzzlement when
four more naked boys, with ribbons around their cocks,
came into the room.

Mr. Coyle took several pictures of the naked group,
complementing Gloria on her work.  "Mr. Adler will be
pleased with these queers."

Mr. Adler was pleased when he arrived a short time later.
"Ah, yes, these queers will do nicely, Gloria. What
lovely cocks."

So were the five other grey haired men that he brought
with him to the party.

"Lovely lads, Adler," one man called out as he took hold
of my hand. "Nothing quite so lovely and sexy as a naked
young boy. Mind if I have a go with this one?"

"Have at him, Williams," Mr. Adler replied as he put his
hand around Drew's erection.

Mr. Williams took me into a bedroom, closed the door and
took off all his clothes. I got down on my knees at his
feet, anxious to suck a cock, but he lifted me up with
surprising strength and put me on the bed. "Don't you
want me to suck you?" I asked. "Maybe lick your balls?"

"In time, lad, be patient. For now I just want to look at
your body. It's not often that an old queer can enjoy the
sight of a naked boy. Risky business, I daresay. How old
are you lad?"

"Almost sixteen, sir."

"I have grandsons your age, twin boys in boarding school.
Straight arrows as far as I know, but, well...I was away
from home at school, a lad of ten, when I found out I was
queer. Why don't you jack off for me, lad, play with your
balls. I'd like to see you cum."

I felt foolish, but I did what he asked as he stroked his
cock and continued to talk.

"The older boys preyed on the younger boys. Each had his
fag, which meant servant not queer...though a bit of sex
play was tried with varying results. Malcolm Foster, I
can never forget his name, he had his way with me. Forced
his bloody dick between my lips, Malcolm did, forced me
to suck his dick till he released his bloody sperm in my
mouth. Malcolm got lucky with his fag because he never
had to force me to suck his lovely dick again."

"I'm gonna cum, Mr. Williams," I cried out. "Gonna cum
any second."

"Do it, lad, on your belly. Cum for me boy."

"So I shot a load all over my belly," I told Drew after
the party when we were back in the lobby. "And he ate it.
Got on the bed and slurped all the cum off my belly. Then
he licked me all over, his tongue didn't miss a spot on
my body. The old queer said I tasted delicious and I
didn't even get to suck his dick."

"Pedophiles are strange," Drew said with a laugh.

"They're crazy perverts if you ask me. Can we go cruise
the bus station now? I really need to suck a few dicks."


Chapter Six

Drew kept me to my promise on Monday morning. I came out
of the closet in the locker room...by offering a blow job
to every boy in the class. Twenty eager boys lined up in
front of me and some came back for another turn in the
cocksucker's mouth. It took me two happy hours on my
knees to suck off all those dicks. The word spread like
wildfire...faggot. The girls laughed, the teachers were
in shock. But I'd kept my promise, Drew and I kept on
cruising...often times out of control.