Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 09:09:17 -0700
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: slutty-matt-2

Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's not
your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has
written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!

SLUTTY MATT

by Backlash29

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2

One Sunday morning not too long ago, I got an IM from JeffProf:

     Yo matty--U online?? marcus n I R lookn to tap azz, + mayB Africa L8R

Talk about a message that gets my dick instantly hard. "JeffProf" was Calvin
Jefferson, a cool black dude that transferred to my school mid-year. He's
this slender, brainy kid with smooth, chocolate skin, and also preppy
glasses, so the guys at his old school nicknamed him Professor. At our
school we call him Jeff.

Jeff's best friend is Marcus, another black dude, also at our school and 18
like Jeff. Marcus is pretty smart too, but he hangs with more of the ghetto,
hoops-playing crowd. He's tall and slim, with reddish cornrows and a hot
swimmer's build. Through Marcus, I've met his other hoops buddies: Reggie, a
tall bodybuilder thug with deep black skin and a buzz cut; Raye, this total
hip-hop gangbanger black boy who's 22 and goes to community college;
Anthony, who's black and tall and strapping and fuckin' hot, with a
nearly-shaved head and a huge skull tattoo on his left bicep; and Spoon,
this skinny, tall mulatto beanpole-type kid who drives everyone nuts because
he's always chattering about something, usually about how horny he is.

And once in a while, these guys all hang out with another hot black dude,
Howard, who is 21 and always stoned. Howard wears a do-rag, he's more hippie
than hip-hop, and he has these huge hands and a huge dick to match. Through
Howard, I recently met another stud, this powerful 24-year-old deep black
sex god, who is basically a bodyguard thug for the dudes who sell Howard his
weed. He goes by the name of Africa. I've only seen him a couple of times,
and he's the only one in the crowd I hadn't had sex with. Yet, that is.

That brief description doesn't do these guys half the justice they deserve.
They're all great guys, and they are all hella sexy. Once I met up with Jeff
and Marcus and they introduced me around, it wasn't too long before my
secret got out, about how much I love getting dicks and cum up my horny
white boy ass. Soon, I was not only sucking down Jeff's and Marcus' big
bones and getting their creamy loads in my rear fuck hole, but I was also
getting passed around to the others, usually on weekday afternoons when they
were all sweaty and revved-up from a game of after-school hoops.

On a typical sex day with the guys, I would get word from Jeff at school
that a hoops game was getting started, back in his former `hood. This was a
sign for me to take off right after the final school bell and walk the
twenty blocks or so to the rougher area of town where these guys all lived.
I'd find them at the yard of Jeff's former school, and I'd greet them all
and then just hang out by the perimeter fence. When the game was over, we'd
all talk shit and hang out as the crowd made its way toward someone's
house--usually to Reggie and Raye's, who were roommates together, or to
Howard's, since he had his own place.

The first time, I was a little nervous. I was the only white kid among all
these dark studs, and even though I'd already done it with all of them, now
that we were in a group I wasn't really sure how or whether to get things
rolling. I didn't have to worry, though. Within a few minutes of getting to
Howard's place, as the other guys were helping themselves to stuff from the
kitchen and flipping the channels on the TV, Anthony looked over at me and
said: "OK, strip man. We all wanta get some, and you know you gotta lot to
give."

That's all it took. I yanked down my shorts and pulled them off, then fell
to my knees in front of Anthony, opening his fly and sucking on his cock.
Within seconds I felt Jeff's and Marcus' big hands rubbing up and down my
back, making their way down to my ass. I had some juice in my hole from
getting plowed by a couple jock friends of David's over the lunch hour, so
they could tell right away that I was lubed. So, Anthony hauled me over to
the living room couch and sat down, keeping his dick in my mouth the whole
time, and then Reggie came up behind me and hoisted my pretty little white
teen jock butt into the air. Without a word, he sunk his naked black meat
into my slutty sperm hole and started slowly sawing it in and out. As he
fucked me, I moaned loudly over Anthony's big cock in my throat. It was like
I was in heaven.

"Ye--eahh..." came Spoon's voice from my left side. While continuing to suck
off Anthony, I glanced over to see Spoon standing there, short as his
ankles, toothy grin on his face, one hand pulling his perpetually engorged
dick, the other hand holding up his sweaty T-shirt for better access. His
tummy was flat, black and sexy, the perfect backdrop for his throbbing
nine-inch cock. "You da slut, man. Lo-ove how you give up dat ass..."

Behind me, I could hear the others getting undressed. It made me so excited
to know that I was going to get gangbanged by these young black studs that I
started clenching my butt hole to get Reggie off faster. He cried out and
then his sperm shot like a cannon into my hungry crack. He pulled out, and
Spoon slid in, humping me wildly as I continued to grunt over the expert
blowjob I was applying to Anthony's big dick.

On and on we went. By the time Spoon came in me, Anthony was ready to blow,
so I pivoted on the couch to let him fuck my cum-lubed ass while I went to
work on Jeff's and Marcus' boners. I held each of the two best friends'
cocks in my right and left hand, as they each wrapped an arm around the
other's shoulders for support. I really wanted them to start kissing, but I
knew they'd never do that in front of the whole crowd.

When Anthony fired off his big, wet load of black stud jizz into my butt, I
flopped onto my back so that Jeff and Marcus could fuck me one at a time,
each taking a turn holding my legs up while the other one plowed my ass. As
did this, I reached down with my own hands, holding my white ass cheeks as
wide open as possible, while Howard stood next to the couch and slapped his
fat eight inches all around my lips and face. Occasionally Howard would put
the big tip of his cock into my mouth and I'd suck off the pre-cum that had
developed there, but after a moment he'd back off, not wanting to cum too
soon I guess.

Howard fucked me after Marcus and Jeff were through, and then Reggie and
Raye fucked me hard right after that. I stayed on my back for the whole
thing. There was nothing better than lying back on that lumpy sofa taking
dick from one big black young stud after another. Sometimes I had a dick in
my mouth while I was doing it, but the rest of the time I just cried and
groaned, begging for more: "Oh yea....fuck me...gimme that big nigger
dick...fuck me harder...fuck my pussy white boy ass...I fuckin' love your
hot nigger loads..."

(A bit of explanation. At some point, I got so used to hearing the guys use
the "N" word with each other that I started to take the liberty of using it
myself. The first time I did it, they all looked at each other, and Anthony
announced: "Dude, that's not cool." But then a few hours later, when Reggie
was jackhammering my ass doggy-style and a few of the others guys were
beating their meat and watching, I let loose with: "Yeah, nigger, pound my
fuckin' hole...gimme your huge black cock...fuck me harder, gimme all that
hot nigger sperm, I love it up my skinny white ass..." Well, the result was
that not only did Reggie shoot the load of a lifetime inside me, but the
other guys ended up squirting their own loads all over my ass and neck and
back. So, now the unspoken rule is, I get to say it, but only during sex!)

I remember that first gang-bang well, with the hoops crowd at Howard's
place. I took loads from every one of them, and Anthony even went twice.
When we were done, I just pulled my shorts back up and we all hung out a
while longer, drinking some fruit juices and watching a video on Howard's
crappy old TV.

So, any more, I don't feel nervous going there at all. The guys all like me,
and would even protect me I'm sure if it ever came to that. I'm their pussy
boy, and they fill me up whenever they want

Usually we meet as a group, but not always. Marcus and Jeff (especially
Jeff) have taken to meeting me in the locker room at school, or at one of
our houses after school, to give me some personal attention. It might be
one-on-one, me just flopping forward with my pants down taking a deep hard
fuck; but, I like it better when it's two-on-one, because I get to slurp one
teen's delicious meat while the other one is pounding my back door...and
then they switch. Occasionally, I'll get a phone call from Reggie and Raye,
the roommates, who want to do the same thing. When that happens, I usually
make some excuse to my family and end up staying the whole night, so that
the ebony studs can switch back and forth between my holes endlessly, and I
can wander back to school in the morning with my ass nicely filled with a
half-dozen or so of their loads.

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Back to the present. I got the IM from Jeff, and I immediately pinged him
back:

     yes totally!!! my hole needs some creamy nigga loads LOL

Jeff responded:

     cool, cum on by...my mas gone and marcus stayed the night

Even though none of these guys was gay, I had long suspected that Marcus and
Jeff got funky together on occasion. The last time I joined them after
"Marcus stayed the night" I was rimming Jeff's hole and tasted the
unmistakable essence of fresh sperm. My guess is, horny lads that they are,
they did a little experimenting with each other, got freaked out about it
the next morning but were still turned on, and then called me over to take
care of business. I make no judgments--how could I?--and, slut that I am,
I'm more than happy to take sloppy seconds.

A quick shower and bus ride later, I was at Jeff's house, in the basement
family room, where both guys were already mostly nude. "Hey," I greeted
them. "Let myself in."

"Cool," Jeff said. "Let's do it."

Marcus, on the ratty sofa, pushed aside a bunch of magazines to make room,
and then spread his legs. His nine-inch boner was pointing straight up. I
waited for him to lie back length-wise on the sofa, and then climbed onto
the cushions and started sucking his cock. Jeff came around behind me and
slid my sweats down over my trim, lily-white ass. I was gang-fucked the
previous night at a frat party, so my cumhole was lubed for his eight
inches. He slid in and started humping me, while I made a meal out of
Marcus' meat.

We all fucked in silence until Jeff came up my ass. Then I sat down on
Marcus' spit-lubed dick while Jeff stood next to the sofa and I sucked him
back to hardness. About the time Marcus was erupting like a geyser into my
sticky hole, Jeff was ready to go again, so I slid forward off of Marcus'
dick and relaxed forward against his pretty chest while Jeff climbed onto
the sofa with us and started banging my ass once again. It took Jeff a
little longer to cum the second time, but as soon as he did, Marcus wanted
more. So Jeff sat back on the far end of the sofa, catching his breath, and
I laid back between his legs and held my own legs up high in the air, crying
happily and allowing Marcus to fuck me in front, like a girl.

On and on, we continued like that, all morning. I got those first four loads
from them in the first hour, but at that point, we were still horny--in
fact, we were hornier than ever. So I went into total whore mode, moving to
a nearby easy chair where I could spread my legs wide, sling-style, and
simply take their cocks for hours on end. I would grab my ankles and moan,
or wrap my legs around their strong black shoulders. For the next three
hours, not a word was spoken, and my ass was constantly filled by their hot
young loads. While each one fucked me, the other would take a break--smoke,
watch TV, read, talk on the phone, whatever. I was just there to be used by
them when they felt like it, like any other piece of furniture in that
basement.

At around 1pm, we heard a distant knocking upstairs. I felt excited as I
thought about who it was. Jeff's IM had mentioned that Africa was going to
join us, and sure enough, a minute later, here he was, following Jeff back
down the stairs. I was spread-eagle in the chair, getting close to taking
another load from Marcus.

"You guys have met, right?" Jeff asked, by way of introduction. We both
nodded. Africa's eyes were adjusting to the light of the dim basement, but I
could see him perfectly: broad shoulders, bulging chest and arms, thick legs
inside his nylon track pants. His face was rough and serious. His eyes
burned intensely. I couldn't wait to see how big his dick was, and to get it
inside me. He looked like he could fuck me in half.

Marcus was taking a while to cum, so after a few minutes of watching,
Africa--still fully dressed--walked over to the chair where I was getting
fucked. He put his hand on my chest. His touch was strong, deliberate, yet
gentle also. I shivered. Instinctively, my eyes moved down to his crotch. A
clear bulge had formed in the front of the athletic pants, and I began
salivating, impatient to see what was inside.

Sensing my desire, he asked: "You want what's in there, bitch?"

I tried to groan something affirmative but Marcus was really slamming into
me hard by now. (I could tell this was going to be his last orgasm for a
while.) Instead, I simply nodded vigorously at the imposing figure standing
next to me, and then opening my mouth wide and extending my tongue, hoping
he would take the bait and start unwrapping his package.

I got my wish. When Africa's pants came down, I was treated to the sight of
the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen to that date. This fucker was
gigantic. I recalled meeting a dude online once who said he had a full
twelve inches, and Africa's cock was at least an inch bigger. And thick! It
was more or less the same circumference as my wrist. I was immediately glad
for all of the cum loads I had taken in the past 15 hours, because in order
to get that huge thing inside me, I knew I was going to need them as lube.

"Oh, ye-e-e-eeahhh..." I panted, and the drool literally started out of my
mouth and moving down my chin. Marcus, seeing Africa's cock and my reaction,
started screaming just then, and over the course of his next twenty of
thirty pounding motions up my asshole, I finally felt his last little load
squirt into me.

After a few minutes of catching his breath on top of me, Marcus pulled his
deflated cock out of my hole, and then stepped aside, making the way for our
guest of honor. Africa, looking as serious as ever and still wearing most of
his clothes, stared deeply into my eyes as he positioned himself between my
spread, sticky white legs. He didn't smile--to this day I've never seen him
smile--but his eyes danced, and I sensed that he was amused to see a hot,
good-looking young white kid like me so eager for his huge black bone.

Taking that monster cock in his right hand, he used it to spank my hole a
few times. As my ass was overflowing with loads, the action made a loud, wet
smacking noise, and I felt a few extra droplets of fresh jism splatter onto
my inner thighs. With each slap of his dick against the entrance to my jizz
tunnel, I moaned, quivering in anticipation. I couldn't believe this dark
god was about to have his way with my ass.

Then, somewhat dramatically, he paused to undress his upper body, pulling
off first his windbreaker, tossing it onto the nearby sofa, and then his
T-shirt underneath, exposing the sexy contours of his perfectly gymmed,
bulging chest. Once that was done, he kicked off the track pants from around
his ankles and shuffled side to side momentarily, as if trying to find the
best footing for what was about to commence.

Soon his hands were on his dick once again, and his dick head was at my
hole. I shut my eyes and held my breath. At first, he simply worked the big
knob inside, allowing my ass to get used to it. It was about the size of a
tennis ball, but I loved it. I opened my eyes again, meeting his gaze, and
slowly nodded for him to fill me up. Then, as I felt him going in, I
immediately shut my eyes and winced, sucking up a deep breath as inch after
inch of his enormous bone pushed deeper and deeper into my anal cavity.
Every time I thought I'd taken it all, he proceeded to add another inch. By
the time he finally bottomed out in me, it felt like his cock was in my
lungs somewhere, and I was screaming from a mixture of shock and delight.

He left his cock like that, fully installed, as my ass spasmed violently,
working to accommodate his length and girth. Gradually the shock subsided.
There was no pain--it's a special gift that I have, I guess--but still,
there was nothing quite like it that I'd ever felt. It was like this
beautiful black stud's huge bone was entirely filling my body. I was
skewered on his giant shaft, stuffed to capacity, absolutely full. It was
love.

And, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he started fucking.

My ass had stopped throbbing around his stationary bone, and I had opened my
eyes to meet his gaze again, finally letting go of the breath I'd been
holding in a long, ecstatic sigh. I guess he took this as a GO sign, because
before I knew what was happening, that huge dick was backing up out of my
ass again, making me feel more empty than I'd ever been. Then, two seconds
later, it was back, filling me up again, more than I ever though possible.
Over and over, empty and full. It was the same sensation that always makes
being a bottom so great for me, only now I was experiencing it in the total
extreme.

I can't really account for anything I said or did during those hours that
Africa spent fucking me that first time. Suffice it to say, I was a totally
slutty, passive, submissive, inhuman mess. I groaned. I drooled. I shot cum
onto myself, several times. My arms flopped around beside me or over my head
like a rag doll. I couldn't reach this black stud to put my hands on his
shoulders, so instead, when I could muster the strength, I would use them to
reach down and hold my ass cheeks open for him to plow and plunder. While I
was down there, I would occasionally strain to touch the shaft of his bone
as I continued to grind in and out of me. It was like touching the central
piston on a giant sexual machine. I was, I convinced myself, part of a fuck
apparatus, a well-tuned pleasure vessel, into which cocks could continuously
push themselves mechanically, in and out, over and over. Like a reliable
machine, I never slowed down, and like an insatiable slut, I could never get
enough. I simply lived to be fucked and filled.

When he came, Africa shot so much seed that I expected it to start gurgling
out my mouth. In fact, since I was drooling so much with all of the
pleasurable feelings, I began to imagine that's what was happening. His
first orgasm, about twenty minutes into our session, was so powerful that he
let out a roar that filled the basement and seemed to shake the entire
house. Cum poured into me by the gallon, slopping out of my well-used boy
cunt and forming a river down to the basement floor. He was like a firehose,
turned loose up inside me. I have no idea how Jeff managed to clean it up
afterwards, but it sure felt great up in my ass.

In fact, I'm not sure what Jeff and Marcus were doing that whole time,
either. I recall at one point looking up in the large mirror that hung over
the nearby fireplace, and seeing the faces of both boys sitting on the sofa,
a look of transfixed passion on both their faces. I assumed they were
beating off, but when I lazily rolled my head in the other direction to view
them directly, I saw that they were beating each other off. Hot. Then I
rolled my head back once again to look in the mirror, and enjoyed the
perspective it gave me of myself and my situation: here, on an old
overstuffed chair in a dim basement, a young, goodlooking white teenager is
writing in ecstasy as he is repeatedly fucked by a burly black stud with an
inhumanly large cock, while the whole time, hos two hot young black friends
beat each other off and watch the whole scene.

I know that I blacked out for some of it. That happens to me sometimes, when
the pleasure is so intense and so sustained that my conscious body can no
longer handle it. While I was unconscious, Africa continued to use my body
for his pleasure. From time to time, I was vaguely aware that he was cumming
in me, or that he had turned the intensity up or down on his cock's assault
of my teen male pussy. A few times I was also aware of my own orgasm,
spontaneously spraying a load of jizz across my body as I rocked back and
forth.

Finally, I was aware of him pulling out, and I shook myself back to reality.
The digital clock on the desk in the corner read 5:17. It felt like I'd run
a marathon. I was cold and sweaty at the same time. My legs ached from
remaining splayed for so long. My hole felt vacant, deserted. My entire
stomach and chest was covered with my own cum. Marcus and Jeff were upstairs
somewhere. I could hear them walking around.

As Africa gathered his clothes and calmly began getting dressed, I struggled
to sit upright in the cum-covered chair. This effort required several
minutes. By the time I was able to focus and switch on the adjacent floor
lamp, Africa was fully dressed again, looking exactly like he did every
other time I'd ever seen him. He had his cell phone in one hand, and was
scanning through the display to see if he'd gotten any messages.

I didn't know what to say. "Thank you" would have been appropriate, but it
seemed insufficient for what we'd both just experienced. So I waited to see
if he would volunteer any sentiments.

He didn't. It was almost as if her forgot I was there. He dropped his phone
back into the front pocket of his track pants, and took one step toward the
stairs, then stopped, noticing my presence. He looked at me a moment,
awkwardly. Then he said: "It was good." He shrugged. He added: "Better'n my
girl. Good as Rodney." (Rodney was Anthony's 17-year-old little brother, the
group's other butt boy, a light-skinned sexy little black kid with a perfect
bubble ass.) "So...keep it real."

And with that, he made his way up the stairs and out the back door of the
house. Still totally nude, I moved from the chair to the sofa, sprawling out
with the last of my energy to catch a nap and try to recover. Marcus and
Jeff joined me there about an hour later, and since I was on my stomach,
they could hoist my butt up into position and get on their knees behind me,
one at a time, drilling their teen cocks into my ass.

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THE END (for now?)

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