Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2011 15:12:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exhibitionist Guy - Chapter 7 and Chapter 8

Chapter 7

In the days that followed, we got together with Todd.  He lived in a
one-bedroom apartment in a building that had to have several hundred
similar apartments.  But the place was clean and tidy, with sparse
furnishings.

After talking for a while, and letting Todd feel relaxed, we offered to let
Todd have some fun with us, just letting him do what he wanted to do.  "You
guys would do that?" he asked.

"Sure, that is if you like guys." I was concerned that we would assume he
was gay, even though he had been forced into man to man sex by his father.

He smiled and said, "Yeah, I do."

He said that two of us would be too intimidating.  So we told him to choose
one of us and take him to the bedroom.  The other could wait out in the
living room or leave, whichever he preferred.

Ed turned out to be his choice, and I wasn't upset or jealous.  I knew that
I would probably get my own chance with Todd; and we were doing this for
him.

I said I would take off, and they could call me when they were ready for me
to come back.  Ed laughed and said, "That could be sometime tomorrow!"

Todd actually blushed. "Okay, tell you what. If I don't hear from you in a
couple of hours, I'll head home.  But call me when you want to get rid of
the asshole," I pointed to Ed, "and I'll come by and take him off of your
hands, so to speak!"

Todd smiled again.

Turns out I didn't get a call until about 9 the next morning.  Todd opened
the door, in his boxers, and Ed was sitting inside, dressed in his shorts
and t-shirt.

Ed told me that he had a great night with Todd.  Todd wanted to slowly
undress Ed and explore his body.  Ed then did the same for Todd.

They got on the bed and, at first, Todd was eager to get to a climax, but
after that it slowed down, and they tried several things with Todd's hands
never leaving Ed's body, and Ed trying to do the same with Todd's.

Todd had a chance to try out Ed's ass, and seemed to really like that.  Ed
didn't try to go for Todd's ass, nor did Todd seem to want that.

They played, kissed, and explored until around 2 am, when Todd fell asleep,
with his head on Ed's shoulder and a smile on his face.

In the morning, they ended up in a 69 position, pleasuring each other.
Then after a more solid breakfast, Todd said he had to get something done.

Todd wanted us to come over again.  He wanted to be friends with us.  Ed
said he had smiled and said, "You know, friends with benefits!"

I was glad that Todd had a good time.  I thought that he needed someone
with much more knowledge and experience to help him, but I would wait to
broach that subject after I knew him a little longer.

The next time I was with coach, he said he wanted to ask me something, but
he was very nervous about asking it.  I had just finished fucking him, and
he was putting his clothes back on.  I looked at him and said, "You know
that you can ask me anything." I figured he had something kinky he wanted
to do.

"Well, there is this guy I know," he said, and it took him a while to get
the whole thing out.  
 "He likes guys like you, and he has these
parties for his friends that have similar interests.  He was wondering if
you, and if you had any friends, like Ed, might be interested in working
one of his parties."  He hesitated again.

"He wants you to show up dressed, but, in the course of the first 20 - 30
minutes, get down to some briefs that he will provide.  You will circulate
amongst the guys, while they touch and feel you up."

Coach looked up at me, and then down again. "He will have you take a break
and switch to jock straps.  After that, he said it will be `anything goes.'
Whatever the men ask you to do, you are to do."

I wondered what that meant, and coach must have seen the question on my
face.  "He said it is usually like sitting on their laps while they fondle
you, jerking off for them, letting them lick and touch you anyplace, stroke
their dicks and such.  Eventually, every guy there will get off, and you
will probably be expected to cum a couple of times."

"Will you be there?" I asked.

He licked his lips.  "I could be, if you wanted me to, but those guys kind
of creep me out."

He blushed, "I mean, here I am leching on your body, and I am saying they
are a bunch of lechers."

He paused.  "I have to say, I am not proud that I know some of these guys,
but I have seen my share of young men this way.  I felt I couldn't do it
with students, present company excluded, so I thought this was a way to
experience young men."

"I have heard, but never seen, that they have had underage boys there, and
I mean young boys."  It was like he had to clarify that he had never
considered me that young.

"Fuck it!" he said.  "You don't have to do this if you don't want, and if
you do, I can be there to make sure that nothing gets out of hand, if you
want."

I thought about it.  Here I was sitting naked in coach's camper, having
just screwed him, and he was concerned for my welfare and what I would
think of him.

"Look, you have been nothing but decent with me, and it has really been me
that has forced myself upon you."  I smiled, "But I think you enjoyed it."

He blushed and nodded.

"If this is important to you, then I'll do it.  I am pretty sure that Ed
will want to do it, as well." I smiled and put my arm on his shoulder. "Get
it all set up, and let me know the details."

I stood and started pulling on my shorts and t-shirt. "And, yes, I would
like it if you were there."

I told Ed about the coach's proposal.  He replied, "Sure, sounds like it
would be fun."  Ed was always up for anything it seemed.  And usually was
literally up for everything.

I once asked him if there was anything he wouldn't do.  He said, "Nothing
that wasn't consensual, nothing with kids, and nothing with pain."

He thought for a minute.  "I mean, I learned that pain can produce
pleasure, but I can only take it in very small doses." He smiled, "Like
Bengay on your balls!"  He told me about his experience.  "I had met this
guy online and he invited me over to his house.  He gave me instructions to
come to his house, strip outside on the porch, and then ring the bell.

"I followed instructions, and it took him several minutes to come to the
door. When he did, he was wearing a hood, and black leather shorts.  And he
had a big hairy belly.  I really fought my laughter, because he looked so
hilarious in the outfit.

"He took me downstairs to his dungeon.  It was all painted black, and there
were cages and bars, and leather covered tables, and a whole wall of weird
stuff I had never seen.  I was getting nervous, when I saw a guy chained to
the wall.

"The guy was blindfolded and gagged . . . and had obviously been shaved
from head to toe.  He was covered with what I guess was wax, especially
around his crotch.  He had marks all over his body, like he had been
whipped or something.  I saw this clear plastic device squeezing his balls,
and his dick was pierced with all kinds of needles.

"I told the guy, this is not for me. He just walked over to the guy hanging
on the wall.  He removed the gag from the guy. 'Are you turned on?' and the
guy answered, "Yes, sir.' And then the guy asked, 'Do you want to leave?'
'No, Sir.' The guy replaced the gag, tightened the screws on the guys
balls, which caused him to thrash around a bit.

"I told him, not for me. He laughed and said, 'Well, I have your clothes,
so I guess you have to stay.'

"I laughed at him and told him I would walk home naked before staying with
him.  I went back upstairs, and my clothes were stacked by the door.  I got
dressed and left, and decided I never wanted that kind of thing again."

"Wow, that was some kinky shit!" I said.

He laughed, "Speaking of that, have you ever heard of scat play or
fisting?"

I shook my head.  He laughed again and said, "Scat is playing with shit,
and fisting is a guy putting his hand up your ass!"

"You mean, all the way inside? How do they do that?"  I asked,
incredulously.

"They use Crisco, or something like that, and work and work on your hole,
stretching it and stretching it, until their hand slips inside."

"Is that supposed to be a turn on for the guy getting fisted, or the guy
doing the fisting?" I asked, seeking to understand.

"As I understand it, both.  I saw a video, once, of a guy with his hand in
a guy's ass, then he stuck his dick inside, and basically jerked himself
off inside the guy!"

"No fucking way!" I said.

"Yeah, but the guy's ass didn't look like it would ever close up when the
hand was removed." His whole body shuddered at the thought, and I agreed
with the reaction.

"But you want to try this piss thing?" I asked.

"Yeah, it is something that I want to try.  I want to be laying there
naked, looking up at these guys as they haul out their dicks and piss on
me.  Sort of like they were marking me, or trying to degrade me, or
something.  But I want to jerk off while they do it, and show them that I
can turn them on in the process of them trying to humiliate me."

It was convoluted logic, but I guess if that's what he wanted to do, then
so be it.

Which reminded me of another question. "Do you ever get piss shy?"

He laughed, "I used to.  I couldn't pee in a urinal, if there was somebody
standing next to me, even if they couldn't see my dick."

"How did you change that?" I wondered.

"I read somewhere to just stand there until it happened, and to think of
waterfalls and rushing, gushing rivers," he laughed.  "And it worked.  I
can now pee anywhere any time."

"Really?" I mean I thought I was not piss shy, but there were some
situations where I didn't think I would be able to go, like the gathering
of guys pissing on someone.

"Yeah, I once heard about a guy who could pee in guys pockets, and he would
win bets that he could. So I tried it once. I was behind the bleachers at a
night game, and we had been sneaking beers, so I bet some guy $20 I could
pee in his pocket.  He took the bet, and I pulled out my dick in front of
about 6 or 8 guys, stuffed my dick in his front pocket, and began to piss!
He was so mad, but his friends made him pay up.  My dick was hanging out of
my pants when he pulled away, and I left it out until he paid me."

"That must have been hot!" I said.  I doubted I would be able to do
anything like that.

Ron, Ed, Rex, Todd and I had a couple of fun times at the pool after it
closed, and Rex added to his collection of videos and images.


Chapter 8

Rex had finally rounded up the guys for a scene with Ed and me. I never
knew where he got the guys, but I never recognized any of them.

This one was pretty wild; he had set it up at the baseball field at the
edge of town.  When we got there, there were already 10 - 15 guys waiting.

They gathered in a circle around us.  Ed pulled off my shirt, and roughly
pulled down my pants.  I was only wearing flip flops as well, so I was now
completely naked and hard.  He unzipped his pants and pulled my head down
to his dick, and pushed it deep down my throat.  While he was pumping my
throat, he reached across my back and started fingering my hole.

There was a lot of murmuring amongst the guys, as he really began to pound
my throat.  He pulled off his shirt in one swift movement, and then
continued to finger fuck my ass.

He was being rough with me, and that seemed to be going over well with the
mob.  He pulled down his shorts, between strokes into my mouth, and stepped
out of them.

He turned and forced my face into his crack, and told me to clean it out!
Of course, I was rock hard from the very beginning.  I started to jerk my
cock.  He turned around and, because I was now kneeling on the ground, he
could easily step on my dick and push it into the ground.  "No one said you
could get yourself off!"  He pressed down on my cock, and I groaned.

"I'll tell you when you can get off," and he turned and stuffed my face
back into his crack.  I licked his hairy crack, and tried to pay special
attention to his hole.

After doing this for a while, he pulled my head out, turned, and jammed his
dick down my throat again.  He pounded my face hard, and then stood me up
and bent me over.  He pushed his dick in, with one quick thrust.

Fortunately, we had both prepared ourselves for this eventuality.  "Fuck
him!" and "Work that hole!" were shouted to encourage him.

He began to really pound my ass while holding onto my hips.  It was like he
was pulling my ass onto his dick, and then pushing me off of it.

"On the ground," Ed ordered me, and I laid myself prone on the grass.  He
then mounted me from behind, as he had done for Todd.  He pounded me like
that for a while, then flipped us over, until I was sitting on his dick,
having to fuck myself by raising and lowering my ass on his dick.

"Yeah! Fuck yourself, punk!" they yelled at me.  I wanted to get off so
bad!  I was squeezing his dick with my ass, and I bounced away on him.

Next, he flipped me up into a doggie position, and began really fucking me
fast and furious!  "Fuck that bitch!" came the yells.

We were both covered in sweat by the time he wrapped one arm around my
chest, and the other on my hip, and sped up, and began moaning.  I knew he
was close.  And he was building up the friction on my hole as well.  "Don't
cum, you bitch," Ed hissed in my ear.  I didn't know if this was for
effect, or if he was really feeling this way.

Either way, he soon pulled out of my hole, and shot on it, and then forced
his dick back inside me.  He did that two or three times, showing that he
had cum, and that he was feeding the cum back into my hole.

He threw me down and onto my back, "Now show them how much you enjoyed
that!"  I grabbed my dick and began fisting it for all I was worth.  I did
want to cum, and I had enjoyed the public spectacle of the whole thing.

He cleaned cum out of my hole and fed it to me, while I held my nuts with
one hand and furiously pumped with the other.

I had my eyes open, and I was looking at the lust-filled eyes around me, as
I felt the on coming locomotive of the escalating climax.  Soon, I was
blasting rope after rope onto my stomach.  Ed was scooping it up as fast as
I could shoot it, and feeding it to me.  I was gasping for breath, and
trying to swallow at the same time.

It was a very powerful orgasm, and I shuddered as it began to pass.  I
licked the last of my cum from my fingers, when I heard Ed yell, "Piss on
the bitch!"  I didn't know if he was caught up in the fervor of the event,
or just play acting, but I saw the guys gather round.  Some dicks emerged
from the flies of their jeans, and Ed was the first to start pissing.

I was being showered with warm piss.  It was going on my hair, face, chest,
crotch, and everywhere.  Ed pulled my legs up and stuck his pissing dick
into my hole, and began to fill me up with piss.  What an amazing
sensation! Fuck!

When he was done, it gushed out onto the grass.  I lay there exhausted.

Ed then blew me away by saying, "Okay, who wants a piece of his ass?  Or my
ass for that matter?"  He leered at them, as he walked around naked in
front of them.  "I am fucking horny; which one of you wants to fuck my
hole?"

He grabbed a dick that was hanging out of a guy's jeans and knelt.  He
inhaled the dick into his mouth and sucked on it, until it was hard, which
only took seconds.

Then he bent over in front of the guy and told him to stick it in.  The guy
grabbed his hips and forced his dick into Ed's ass.  The sheer look of
pleasure on the guy's face told me that Ed's ass felt amazing, which, of
course, I already knew.

I moved away from the piss soaked spot, and used my discarded t-shirt to
wipe myself down.  Then I got down on my knees on the grass, with my ass in
the air.  "Please fuck me!" I said, with an earnest sounding voice.

Ed and I were then gang-banged by 6 or 8 of the guys, and we sucked off
several of them.  It became a blur of lust for me.  I was insatiable, and
wanted to be used, and I wanted to have as many guys as possible turned on
with my body.

There were times when we both had a guy at both ends using us.  Ed and I
stayed hard the entire time, and I know I came at least twice more while
being fucked by some rather thick dicks.

Guys drifted off, until each of us only had one guy pumping our asses.
When they shot their loads, they let it cover our exhausted bodies, and
then walked away.

I rolled over onto my back and sighed.  "Fuck me! But that was amazing and
exhausting!"

Ed laughed and said, "I have no energy to fuck you any more tonight!'

Rex came up and said, "Guys, that was so fucking unbelievable!  I looked up
at Rex, and he had a huge grin on his face.

"Did you manage to get your nuts off as well?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "Yeah, I had my dick out jerking, and some dude went
down on it, and gave me an excellent blow job!"

"Good for you," Ed said, and I knew he meant it.

After laying there and replaying the events, those that I could remember, I
realized that was one fucking amazing episode!  It was going to take a lot
to surpass that one!

"And, you, you fucking asshole!" I said, pointing to Ed, "What's with the
whole pissing thing?  I thought that was your fantasy?"

He laughed.  "I just got caught up in the moment, and it just seemed
natural."  He paused, "And how did you like your piss enema?"

I thought about how he had filled me up.  "Fucking bewildering!" I said,
because I couldn't think of the word I wanted to use.

"Speaking of being filled up," he said, "I think I have about a quart of
cum up my ass."

"Me, too, and all over me as well," I said.

I sat up and looked around, and then down at my body.  It did have streaks
of cum all over it.  I looked around again.  "Where are our clothes?"

Rex and Ed looked around as well.  "Looks like they took them for
souvenirs." Rex said, laughing.

"Oh, great, nothing to clean up with, and nothing to wear," I said.

"And you are not riding in my car, like that." Rex said.

"Oh, so I suppose you want us to walk home like this!" I said, starting to
laugh, and the image that brought to mind.

"Or, you could take the bus!" Rex said, joining me in laughter.

"No, I think we should hitch hike home this way.  We would probably get
lots of offers!" Ed said, and joined into the laughter.

"Not the way you guys smell.  You would have to ride in the back of a
pickup!"  Rex said.

Then, as if by magic, a pickup pulled up in the parking lot.  Ed and I sat
up and looked to see who it was.  A young kid, who looked to be barely 16,
got out of the truck.  "Fuck!  Looks like I missed it!" he said, kicking
the tire on the truck, as he walked towards us.

He stopped and took in the naked Ed and I, and his mouth dropped open.  He
looked at Rex and said, "Really?"

"Yeah, you missed the fucking gang-bang of all times!"  Rex said.

"Shit!" the kid said.

"But I might have a deal for you," Ed said.

"What's that?" the kid asked.

"You give us a ride home in the back of your pickup, and we'll let you have
whatever you want from us," Ed offered.

"Anything?" the kid asked.

"Yeah, you want a blow job? Or if you want to fuck us, or you want us to
fuck you, or you want to blow us . . . whatever your little heart desires,"
I said, getting into the swing of things.

The kid looked at us from head to toe, and licked his lips, a sure sign
that he was ready to deal, and letting his little head make the decisions;
and lust was clouding his eyes.

"Really?" he asked, to make sure.

"As long as you can stand the smell of us," I said, and then he really must
have noticed the cum drying on us, and our general fragrance.

He thought for a minute.  "How about I take you to the gas station down the
road.  I think it's closed now, but the water will be on outside.  I can
hose you down, and then we can go someplace to fulfill your part of the
deal."

"Sounds good," I said, standing up and walking towards the truck.  That's
when I realized he was a good 5 or 6 inches shorter than I was.  I saw him
gulp, as he wondered if he was going to get the shit beat of him.

I smiled and held out my hand. "A deals a deal," and then I introduced
myself, Rex, and Ed.  I gather he already knew Rex.

Ed and I climbed into the bed of the truck.  Dale, as the kid said his name
was, offered to give us a tarp he had in the cab of his truck to cover
ourselves with.  "Nope, this is just fine with us."

"Really?" he said, ogling our bodies once again.

"Sure," Ed said, smiling and spreading his legs a part a little bit more,
so Dale could take in everything.

"Okay," he said, and got into the truck.  He took off bouncing out of the
parking lot, and almost bucked Ed and me out.  Once on the road, he kept
looking back at us, as if to see if this was really real.  He had one of
those back windows that opened up, and had it open so he could get a good
view of us.

Ed stood up and, holding onto the roof of the cab, moved up until he was
standing up.  "I'm king of the world!" he said, spreading his arms.  His
dick was hanging through the open window into the cab.  I think Dale turned
to see what was going on, and got a face full of dick!

We pulled into the gas station, and Dale pulled around back.  He found a
hose coiled up, unwound it, and turned on the water as Ed and I jumped down
from the pickup.

Ed took the hose from him and pointed it at me, and used his thumb to make
it spray me.  "Asshole!" I yelled.  That was cold stuff!

But I let him wash me down.  He told me to bend over, and I was shocked
when he poked the hose up against my hole and water began to rush
in. "Fuck!" I said, and jumped.

He laughed.  I ran over to the edge of the tarmac and on to the field
there. I squatted and voided my bowels.  Both of them were laughing, and I
think Rex had been taking pictures again.

I took the hose and rinsed off Ed, and when he bent over, I forced the hose
to his hole, but he stood there and took it.  Then he finally ran over to
the field and let loose.

One more rinse, and we were done.  "Okay," I said, "Where do you want to
go?"

"Where do you want to go?" Dale asked.

"The bed of the pick up is fine with me," Ed said.  I think he was like me;
I wanted to do this, but his energy was beginning to flag, just like mine.

Rex, ever the genius for ideas, said, "Let's drive over to the Walmart
parking lot.  We can park out on the fringe of it.  You guys can get in the
bed of the pickup and have fun!"

"And, what . . . you're going to take pictures?" Ed laughed.

"You betcha!" Rex shot back.

So Rex followed us over to the parking lot and found us a great spot.  It
was at the edge, but right under a light.  I laughed at Dale's expression,
when he got out of the truck and hitched up his pants.  He looked around,
then at the light, and then at the bed of his truck.  "Really?"

We laughed and said, "Look, we don't care if it was inside, on the floor of
the grocery department, but this is about you. What do you want?  Is this
too open for you?" Ed said.

Then he paused, "Well, let's do it this way.  What do you want to do?"

The kid looked really nervous then.  He looked down and then up.  "I guess
it would be hot to get a blow job?" he asked, more of a question than a
statement.

Ed was very gentle in his comment. "Really, Dale, it's what you want.  You
want a blow job, then you'll get the best one you have ever had!"

His face lit up, and his smile was a big as Lady GaGa's shoes!  "Really?"

I laughed then, and said, "Hey, Dale, this isn't a dream.  It's real and
it's for you."

"Fuck!" he said.

"Can we do it in the cab of the truck?" he asked, seemingly more calm now.

"Sure," Ed said.  He moved to get in the truck and then looked back at
Dale, "What?"

"You're going to stay naked?" he asked in disbelief.  He looked from Ed, to
me, and then to Rex.  Then he sighed and said, "I know, I know, whatever I
want!"  He smiled, and pumped his fist, and said, "YES!"

I laughed.  Dale got in the cab and scooted over closer to Ed, and then I
slid into the driver's seat.  I found the lever and moved the seat all the
way back.  It went back quite a ways, and we had lots of room.

Ed pulled Dale's t-shirt up, and then went to work on unbuttoning his
pants.  He got them unbuckled and unzipped.  Then he made Dale raise up a
bit, so he could pull his pants down to mid thigh.

His dick was about six inches long, cut and thick.  It had to be 2 inches
across.  He had kinky rusty-colored pubic hair, and his balls were x-large
egg sized, and covered with a sprinkling of the same kinky hair.

He gasped, as Ed fondled his balls.  Then Ed lowered his head down into his
lap, and he almost jumped off of the seat.

"First blow job?" I asked, running my hand across his chest.

He nodded, and took hold of my dick and squeezed.  He closed his eyes, and
leaned back into the seat.  He was making a low moaning sound, that seemed
to be one constant note.  It fluctuated in volume and pitch, as Ed played
with his balls and worked on his dick.

He had an iron grip on my dick, and I was gently playing with his nipples.
I felt him go tense and raise up his crotch, and figured that Ed was
getting a mouth full of cum!  Dale kept saying, "Oh, Fuck! Oh Fuck!" over
and over, and rubbing Ed's head with both hands.  He had released my dick,
when he arched his back and grabbed Ed's head.

He breathing had become ragged, when he was cumming, and now he relaxed
back into the seat, as Ed cleaned up the last of his cum.

He blinked his eyes, when he opened them, as if he was trying to focus. I
know I have done that, squeezed my eyes so tightly shut when I cum, that
when I first open them I would swear one was looking one way and one the
other.

"Oh, fuck! That was fucking amazing!"  Ed raised his head, and moved to
kiss Dale, but Dale withdrew his head.  "Nope, not into that," he said,
with a smile and without rancor.

Ed smiled and sat back up.  Rex had gotten the whole thing on camera; he
was grinning ear to ear.

"Thanks!" Dale said again.  He looked at his phone and said, "Shit! I have
to get going."  He looked from Ed, to me, and finally said, "This is the
fucking craziest thing I have ever seen or done!"

Ed and I got out of the truck, and he quickly started his truck and backed
out.  Then he tore out of the parking lot.

Ed and I followed our boners back to the car with Rex.  We looked at each
other, and wondered what the next adventure was going to be.