Date: Sun, 06 Oct 2002 16:37:49 -0700
From: Joe Webster <joelaw@inreach.com>
Subject: Joey's Awakening/ School Service 17

                             MY NEW LIFE
                              (Part 17)

As  the summer wound down,  I was still being wound up!   It seemed  I
couldn't get enough cock put to me and wanted it all the time!   If it
wasn't  Dad,  Gary and Tim putting their dicks to me,  it was Tim  and
some of his friends,  or Gary and some of his.  I got a lot of chances
to go with dad to see his boss Carl and get fucked by different men at
little get together's that Carl cooked up.  Not to mention the times I
got  to  go with Carl alone,  though it was often not him by  himself,
always  ended up with at least four or five others that he took me  to
meet.  Shit, I was being used and loving it!   I had Jason,  my lovely
stud Jason and his big dick that I got to service a lot and ooo, could
that  man  fuck!   Laying  on my back,  or up on my  knees,  his  cock
slamming  into  me  as he held me,  was always wild.   The  fact  that
sometimes,  like  that  day with his friend Mark,  he would have  some
other men with him,  just seemed to add to my excitement,  not mention
the  hot new loads I got to swallow or get fucked to  me!   So,  sure,
summer was going to end, but the long line of studs ready and eager to
use my ready and eager holes, just seemed to continue.

But summer always ends, doesn't it.

It was Saturday, late morning.   I had about a week or so to go before
school  was due to begin.   I was lying on the couch,  naked,  with my
legs  up and spread.   I was working one of my favorite dildoes in and
out  of  my ass as I was looking at this series of pics in a mag  that
Tim  had  given me.   It was wild!  Lots of naked  guys,  fucking  and
sucking.  It had a set of pictures of this young blond guy, naked,  on
a bed,  with six big studly hairy men surrounding him.   The blond was
on his back, one man over his face, fucking his mouth with a big dick.
Another man was between his legs and was fucking his ass.  It had been
one  of my birthday presents about a month before.   It was actually a
magazine made up of pictures of me and some of the men that had fucked
me.   I  don't know how Tim got all the pictures,  or even how he  had
gotten it put together.   But I remembered the scenes and the men that
had been fucking me.

The  scene I was looking at actually was with Mr.  Stravos,  his sons,
Jason,  and  two  other men that Jason had brought along.   It was  at
Jason's house up in his bedroom.  I remembered that day and rammed the
dildo into me harder and squeezed on it.   That had been wild!   Those
studs  fucked me for hours,  resting in between and coming back at me.
The last shot in the scene was of me, kneeling on the floor in Jason's
big shower.  All six of them were around me as I was leaning back,  my
hands  on my ankles,  my chest and crotch thrust out and up,  and they
were pissing on me.  You could see the streams from both Jason and Mr.
Stravos's  dicks as they were pissing into my mouth,  while the others
were  pissing  on my body.   Just as I got to this last  picture,  the
doorbell rang.   I pulled the dildo out of me and got up to answer it,
forgetting that I was naked.

I  opened the door and there stood Jerry,  my best friend from  school
and neighbor.   He had left to go spend the summer with his folks back
east  and  I grabbed him and pulled him against me as  I  said,  "Wow,
Jerry, Jerry!  Its so great to see you!"   He pulled back from me with
a  startled look in his face and gasped,  "Shit Joey,  what the  fuck!
Your naked man!"  I blushed and tried to cover myself as I ran over to
the stairs to grab the pair of shorts I kept there for door surprises.
I said,  "Sorry guy.   I guess I forgot myself.   I don't usually wear
clothes  any more around the house."   He came in and closed the  door
and I got a good look at him.

He had grown,  maybe six inches or so.   His shoulders seemed broader,
waist  a little thinner and he looked hard,  like he had been  working
out.  We  had  been best friends from the day I moved in to the  house
with my dad and brothers.   He was around a lot during the early years
and  I  spent  time at his house a lot.   I asked,  "Want  a  coke  or
something!?"   He  nodded  and I led him into the kitchen.   As I  was
getting  a  coke out of the fridge,  he asked,  "What do you mean  you
don't wear clothes around the house?"  I blushed again and said,  "Uh,
well,  things have changed around here a bit Jerry,  and well,  I just
don't want to wear clothes much."   He sat down and we drank our cokes
and began to talk.

He told me about going to his uncle's farm back east and how he had to
work  there  cause his cousin had gotten sick with some  disease.   He
said, at first he hadn't liked it all,  but then,  as the days went by
and he got into what was happening on the farm,  well he adjusted.  He
told  me how his Uncle had showed him how to do lots of new stuff  and
that  he found he liked doing them.   Then,  there was a pause and  he
stared at me and asked, "Joey,  uh,  hey guy,  what's that red mark on
your chest man!?"   I looked down at my chest and he pointed,  saying,
"Right  there,  next to your left tit man!   Shit,  did something bite
you!?"  I rubbed the spot, remembering when daddy had bit me that very
morning as he fucked his hard cock to my ass.

I said, "Its nothing.  Maybe a spider bite. I don't know."   He looked
at me funny and then, asked,  "Well,  aren't you going to tell me what
you've been doing all summer?  I mean, hell I told you everything."  I
hesitated, afraid to tell him, and yet, wanting to tell him.  I looked
around and then, sipped my drink and he said,  "Come on Joey.   What's
going on buddy!?"  I looked into his eyes and said, "Uh,  I don't know
how to tell you this Jerry."  He said, "Hey man, come on,  we've known
each other for ages!   You can tell me anything?"   I still hesitated.
Then, I don't know why, but I wanted him to know. I said, "Uh,  Jerry,
uh,  I don't know what you'll say,  and I do care what you think,  but
there's no way to say this but straight out. Uh, I, uh, well, umm, I'm
a queer Jerry!"

He stared at me, at first like he wasn't sure what I'd said, and then,
wide eyed.  He gasped,  "You,  you're,  you're what?"   I stood up and
started walking towards the living room as I heard the chair scrape on
the  floor and then,  his hand on my shoulder.   He spun me around and
asked,  "Are  you telling me that you suck cock Joey!?   Is that  what
you're saying man!?"  I stared up at him, realizing how much taller he
was than me.  I slowly nodded my head and walked towards the couch.  I
picked up the magazine and handed it to him and sat down.  He took the
thing, looked at me funny and then, began to go through the pages.   I
stared  at him as he went from one picture to the next,  looking up at
me with a strange look on his face each time he paused.   I sat there,
not saying a thing, just looking at him.

I  noticed  as he got further into the pictures that he was getting  a
bit  of  a  mound  at his crotch.   He sat down  on  the  hassock  and
continued  to  look through the pictures.   Then,  he put it down  and
looked at me, real hard.  He said, "So, not only do you suck cock, but
you take it up the ass too. And,  it looks like you enjoy it too!"   I
lowered  my head,  afraid of what he was going to say and what he  was
going to do.  I looked up at him and he stared as I said,  "I do enjoy
it Jerry.   I love it a lot!"   He stood up,  his pants mounded at the
crotch as he asked, "So, what you're telling me is that if I pulled my
cock  out,  you'd  suck it and let me butt fuck you!?   Is  that  what
you're  saying?"   I  blushed  and nodded and lowered  my  head.   The
stillness in the room was palpable and then,  I heard the sound of his
zipper going down.

I  looked up at him as he stared at me real hard and reached into  the
fly of his pants and I watched as he pulled out his hard cock.  It was
a little over six inches, cut and hard,  and I whimpered as I slid off
the couch onto my knees.  He put his hands on his hips and walked over
to  me,  his  cock waving in front of his fly as I stared at  it.   He
moved right up in front of me and pushed his cock at my lips and said,
"Suck it queer babe!  Suck it you cocksucker!"   I looked up at him as
I  slid my mouth around the head of his cock.   He just stared down at
me as I slid my lips lower on his shaft.   When I started bobbing back
and forth on it, his hand went to my head. I closed my eyes,  starting
to  get into servicing his cock,  and that's when he jerked it from my
mouth. I stared up at him as he put it in his pants and adjusted them.
He  said,  "You were really going to blow me weren't you!?   You  were
really starting to get into my dick in your mouth!   You fucking queer
homo!"

With that, he slapped me in the face real hard, making me fall over to
one  side.   He  must  have just noticed the dildo on  the  couch  and
grabbed it, waving it in front of my face.  He said,  "Been using this
to keep your ass hole ready queer babe!?  Yeah,  use it make you think
of  all  the fuckers who fucked you,  huh Joey!?"   I started  to  say
something,  but  he  threw the dildo at me.  I dodged it as he  turned
around to walk away from me and I shouted, "Jerry,  Jerry,  I'm sorry,
please,  please  don't hate me!  Please!"   He turned at the door  and
said, "Hate you!   Hate you!   Fuck,  I don't want to even know that I
ever knew you, you fucking faggot cocksucking queer!   Don't ever talk
to  me again,  don't even act like I know you,  you bastard!   Fucking
faggot homo queer bastard!"  With that, he went out the door, slamming
it after him.  I sat there, stunned,  shocked,  scared,  every emotion
flowing  through me.   I had made him mad,  I had shocked him,  I  had
really screwed up the only true friendship I'd ever had!   He'd called
me names, and meant them!  And I had done it because I had wanted cock
so  much!   I flung myself onto the floor and the tears and sobs  came
out of my body.   I grabbed the magazine and tore at it,  and flung it
across  the  room.   I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom  and  lay
there, crying,  my brain,  my thoughts on who I had just made an enemy
of.

I  layed there for about four hours,  not moving,  not really aware of
anything,  my brain quiet,  not thinking.   I felt like I was the only
person  in  the  world at that moment and didn't know what  to  do.  I
barely  was aware that there was a noise downstairs and stared at  the
doorway,  unseeing.  I  didn't  know when Tim came to  the  door,  not
reacting to anything.  Then, he came over to the bed, holding the torn
magazine and shook my shoulder gently.  He said, "Joey.  Joey.  What's
going on little buddy!?"   I looked up at him,  like I was just seeing
him.  He slid onto the bed and pulled me against him, pressing my face
into  his tshirt covered chest.  I smelled him,  as I cried and cried.
Then,  he pushed my head back gently and began to stroke my face as he
said, "Sh, sh, easy Joey, easy!   Now,  can you tell me what happened?
Can  you stop crying long enough to do that?"  I stared up at him  and
sputtered, "Uh, Jerry, uh,  he was here and I didn't expect him.   He,
he, came in and I was naked and I told him!   I told him Tim.   Oh its
so wrong, so wrong, and now, now, now he's gone and he doesn't want to
ever say that he ever knew me!  He hates me, he hates me!!"

I  pulled into him again and he held me tightly,  stroking my back and
saying, "Easy lil' guy, easy Joey, easy baby.  Just relax, relax,  sh,
sh, come on honey calm down!"  I looked up at him as I jerked back and
shouted, "Calm down! You want me to calm down when my best friend, the
only best friend I ever had, slaps me, then, calls me a fucking faggot
homo queer bastard!  Who tells me that he never wants to see me again,
never  wants anyone to know that we ever knew each other!   Calm down?
How can I calm down!" He looked at me and then slapped me in the face.
I  pulled away from him and stared up at him as he leaned over me.  He
said, real hard, "Yeah, I said calm down.  And yeah, you are a fucking
faggot queer homo!  You know it,  I know it,  Dad and Gary know it and
hell  half the neighborhood and a lot of men we both know,  know  that
you're a queer faggot homo!  So!?  So what!? You enjoy it, you want it
and if Jerry doesn't like it!  Shit on him!"

I  stared  up at him and he continued,  "And if the little  shit  ever
slaps  you again like that,  I'll tear his fucking head off!   You got
that!?"   He stood up,  taking his tshirt off as he stared down at me.
He said,  "So,  my little brother is a fucking faggot queer!   I don't
care,  you're  still my brother and if that little shit wants to  make
something of it,  he'll have to deal with me.   Now,  get them fucking
shorts  off  cause  I want to fuck my queer faggot  homo  little  slut
brother!"   I  stared  at him as he lowered his pants and  shorts  and
stepped  out  of them,  stroking his hard cock.   He reached over  and
slapped at my ass and said, "I told you to get them panties off bitch!
I  want to fuck you!"   I slid my shorts off and he grabbed me by  the
hair  and moved me onto my belly.  I was in a bit of a shock and then,
he moved in between my legs, knocking them apart with his knees. Then,
he  slammed  his cock up into me hard,  my back arching from the  deep
hard thrust.

He started fucking me, saying, "Shit,  little bastard wants to pick on
my little brother, my bitch!  My whore!  Call you names, slap you, try
to make you feel like shit!  No way Joey,  no way!"   As he was saying
this,  he  still  had a hold of my head and was pulling it back as  he
crammed  his  cock into me over and over.   I didn't know what to  do,
what  to say.   His cock was possessing my ass cunt and even though  I
liked  it,  I was scared.   I had never told my brother if any one had
ever hit me, and now, now that I'd told him about Jerry,  I was afraid
for Jerry.  Tim kept mumbling about Jerry and what he had done and all
the while,  he was pistoning that sweet dick up into my boy pussy over
and  over.   It  was a hard fuck,  and yet,  strangely,  I was  really
enjoying  it,  pushing  my ass up and into his pubes as he slammed  up
into me. Then, he was pulling his cock out completely,  then,  shoving
it all the way, longdicking me each time.

When he came inside me, he held it there,  letting me feel him filling
me with his hot cum.  I squeezed on his cock and that got a groan from
him and then, we slid to the bed, his cock imbedded inside me.  He lay
on top of me and I felt surrounded, protected from the world by my big
stud brother, connected to him completely.   He lay on top of me,  his
mouth  at  my  ear,  breathing  hard as he moved his  hips  a  little,
stirring  his cock inside me.   He said,  "I'm gonna beat the  fucking
shit  out  that ass hole the next time I see him.   Slap you will  he!
Well,  I'll  show  the little prick that he can't mistreat  my  little
buddy, no way!" I turned my head,  squeezing on his cock inside me and
said,  "Please Tim,  please,  don't hurt him.  It was all my fault!  I
should have thought it out,  told him some other way!   It was a shock
to him Tim.  Please, don't hurt him, please!"

He looked at me for a moment and said, "But he had no right to do that
to you Joey!  Shit,  so you're a queer!   So you like sucking dick and
having  it fucked to you!   That doesn't call for someone hitting  you
for  it!"   I sobbed a little and stroked his face with the back of my
hand and said, "I know Timmy, I know.  But Jerry is my best friend, or
was anyway.  I don't want you to hurt him Timmy, please,  please,  for
my sake! Please Timmy,  promise me you won't hurt him!"   He looked at
me hard for a moment and then, I begged,  "Please Timmy,  please don't
hurt  Jerry,  please!?"   He leaned down and kissed my cheek and said,
"Alright, alright, I promise,  but he better never do anything else to
hurt  you  honey!  You  got that!?   If he ever does,  promise  or  no
promise,  his ass is grass!!"   I stared at him for a second and then,
wiggled my ass up against him, squeezing on his cock inside me.

I  said,  "Well,  my  ass  isn't grass and it sure liked the  way  his
stallion just rode it! So, gonna ride me some more cowboy!"  He stared
at me,  a little shocked,  but smiled and asked,  "So,  you want to be
ridden huh!  You want your cowboy to ride you like a mare honey!?"   I
giggled and said, "Ooo, I sure do big boy!   Come on Cowboy,  ride me,
ride me!"  He lifted up, pulling my hips up with him and he slapped my
ass  and began to drive his cock in and out of me.   For the next  few
minutes  I  was  thrilled  to the powerful way he could  fuck  me  and
responded  with  every thing I had to make it good for him.   When  he
came in me, he held it there and then,  pulled it out.   He flipped me
over  onto my back and moved up to slide his cock into my  mouth.   He
pushed  it in,  saying,  "Now,  clean my cock you fucking little whore
bitch!   Clean your stallions cock!"  I moaned as I took his cock into
my  mouth,  tasting his cum and my ass juices on it as I stared up his
luscious body to his face.  When I finished cleaning it off,  I pulled
back  and  licked  the  underside of  the  head  and  said,  "Ooo,  my
stallion's cock sure tastes and feels good in my mouth!"

Tim  laughed  and  slid  up on the bed and  leaned  back  against  the
headboard. I spread his legs and slid down to where my head lay on his
right  thigh,  right up next to his big dick and balls.  I flicked  my
tongue  at  his balls sac and leaned in and pressed my face  into  it.
When  I  did,  he put his hand on my head and was slowly  stroking  my
hair.   I moaned into his balls and he just let me stay that way for a
while.   Then,  I  leaned  back,  rubbing my hand over his balls as  I
asked, "What can I do about Jerry Tim.  Really,  I want to know?"   He
shrugged  his shoulders and watched as my hand slid up his hairy belly
and  up to his chest.   I stroked over his tit numbs as he said,  "Its
gonna be hard Joey. I know how close you and Jerry have been, hell,  I
was  even  jealous of him for a time."   I looked up and  asked,  "You
were?"  He smiled and said,  "Yeah,  you little shit!   A couple years
ago,  I  don't know what started it or why.   But I saw the two of you
playing in the pool and you were laughing and hugging and pushing each
other around and I felt something inside me.   It was weird,  I wanted
to go and pull him out of the water and get rid of him or something."

He paused and I lifted his semi hard cock and licked at the head of it
and  stared up at him as he continued,  "Yeah,  from that day until  I
started  working  at the garage,  I think I hated Jerry.   Didn't  you
noticed  how  I'd  always try to get to him when he  came  around?   I
figured  if  I could get him mad,  then,  getting rid of him would  be
easier,  cause  I know you don't like it when someone is mad at me  or
Gary."   I  licked around his cockhead and asked,  "I did notice,  but
after  those few times,  you seemed to like him.  Did you?"  He  said,
"Jerry's an o.k., kid.   Well,  I don't know after what you told me he
did to you, but mostly, he's nice and was really a good friend to you.
So, I guess I just figured it was great that my lil' buddy had someone
his own age to be with."

I  had the head of his cock in my mouth by this time,  even though  it
wasn't getting hard.  He looked down at me and said,  "Better watch it
squirt!   That  gun might go off and it won't be cum you'll  get!"   I
backed  off his cock and said,  "You mean this big gun?   You mean  it
might shoot something besides cum in my mouth?"   He laughed and said,
"You  keep it up cocksuck and you'll find out!"   I slid my mouth onto
his  cock  and sucked real hard and he laughed and  then,  grabbed  my
head, saying,  "Well,  I warned you!   Take it Joey baby!"   Then,  he
began to piss in my mouth. I moaned as I swallowed every drop, keeping
my mouth tight around it.   When he stopped and I licked the end of it
clean and got the last drop, I held it and said,  "I love it when this
guy  goes off in my mouth Tim!"   He laughed and said,  "You love  any
dick that goes off in your mouth faggot!!"  I giggled and said, "Well,
yeah,  especially  if they are big and hard like this one!"  He  said,
"Yeah,  and  you  love being between some studs legs  too,  don't  you
Joey?"

I  giggled and pushed my face into his balls and looked up at him.   I
said, "Hmm, you know I love being between a studs legs,  but I think I
love it more when he's between mine!"  He slapped at my head and said,
"You faggot bitch whore!  You just like to be fucked good and hard!" I
laughed and said, "Well, that's definitely true.   But you know,  if I
didn't  have  other  men to service,  I could lay like this  all  day,
between your legs like this, or dad's or Gary's. In fact,  of all that
men  that have used me this summer,  you three are still my favorites.
Cause, I like these (as I licked at his balls)  hmmm,  big hairy balls
of yours!"  I looked up at him and he smiled and I rose up between his
legs. I licked at his balls and then, along his thighs,  saying,  "And
these  big manly thighs.   Ooo,  and the hairs around your  cock,  the
taste  and feel of them between my lips and teeth."  I spread his legs
and slid under his balls and said, "Ooo,  and right here,  I like this
spot, where your cock comes out under your balls, and the way it leads
me down here!"   I slid my tongue along the skin between his balls and
his hole and spread his legs wide as I moved my mouth to his hole.

I looked at it and the swiped at it with my tongue. I said,  "I really
like  this sweet ass hole of yours,  yours and Gary's and dad's.  Ooo,
sucking  on your asses is so much fun and I love it!"   He grasped  my
head  and said,  "Yeah,  but the best part is when a stud sits on your
face, right baby!?"  I lifted my head and said, "Ooo yeah!  That way I
can  hold onto your ass and really work my tongue into your hot  hole!
Want  to sit on my face Tim?"   He lifted up and chuckled as he  knelt
over  my head.  I looked up at him from between his thighs as he moved
over my face and then, squatted down. His hole was right over my mouth
as he asked, "Like this fuck face!?"   I moaned as I grasped  his hips
and  pulled  his  ass down over my face,  my tongue deep up  into  his
crack, licking around and around his hole.  He laughed and wiggled his
butt  on my tongue and said,  "Yeah,  that's it Joey,  suck that  hole
baby, eat my shitter Joey!  Oh yeah,  work that tongue in there,  work
it bitch, work it good!"

I rimmed his hot hole for a bit and then, he lifted up.  He moved back
on the bed and pulled me up against him. I asked, "How come you wanted
me to stop Tim!?"  He said, "No reason,  just figured you'd get me too
hot and I want to wait till later, when Dad and Gary get here. I think
we  need to have a little family orgy and the three of us need to fuck
our  little  cock whore till he can't stand up!"  I giggled  into  his
chest and said, "Hmm, I wonder if the whore can take three big dicks!"
He laughed and said, "You better, you little cunt!  Take them and love
them!" I giggled into his chest and said, "I know I'll love them,  all
three of them!"  We both laughed and lay there for a bit. Then, we got
up  and  sort of did things we usually did around the house  and  went
down stairs.   About two hours later,  Dad and Gary were about to come
home.  Tim had made me lie on the couch, my legs spread and held open,
my hole lubed, my tongue out as they came in.   Tim said,  "Gentlemen,
your  whore awaits!"   That set them off and the three of them and  me
enjoyed ourselves until midnight, and, I got fucked and fed cock,  cum
and piss over and over!

The next day my dad was going to take me to get some new clothes.  You
know  the usual thing that happens for each school year.   We went  to
one  of the big new malls and must have spent a small fortune.   As we
were  driving back,  I told him about what had happened with Jerry the
day before.  He didn't say anything about it, just nodded and then, we
were home.  After we got everything put away, he said, "Let's go to my
office  Joey."   Usually when he would say that,  you knew you were in
trouble.  I was worried as I followed his broad back and sweet looking
ass down the hall to the door.   We went inside and I sat on the couch
and  he  sat  on the big chair near his  computer.   He  leaned  back,
spreading his legs, his hands behind his head.   He said,  "So,  Jerry
knows that your queer."   I nodded and said,  "And that's not all dad.
Uh,  he  slapped  me and I told Tim about it and he was really  pissed
off!"

My  dad fell forward in the chair and asked,  "He hit you?   And,  Tim
knows  it?"  I nodded and said,  "I couldn't help it dad.  When I  was
talking to Tim about it, it came out.   He looked really dangerous and
was shouting that he was going to kick his ass real bad.  I was scared
and made him promise not too."  My dad shook his head and said, "Well,
guess we'll just have to see how things go then.  Though, I hope Jerry
has enough sense not to start anything,  or cause you any trouble over
this.   Tim  is dangerous when he gets mad.   Reminds me of your Uncle
Jake,  and  that  ass hole,  when he gets mad,  you do not want to  be
around him!"   I knew what he was talking about cause I had seen Uncle
Jake really mad,  only once,  but it was enough.   Dad looked up at me
and said, "But, I guess we're going to have deal with the situation of
you  going to school and stuff.   Jerry might get it into his head  to
start some rumors or stuff at school.  Are you prepared for that?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know dad.  I guess,  like you said,
we have to wait and see.  But I am worried.   Plus,  even with all the
fucking  and sucking this summer and all the wild things going  on,  I
still  wondered how he was doing.   Does that sound strange?"   My dad
smiled and said, "Actually, no.   Besides,  you two have been friends,
well  up till now,  for a long time Joey.   You might be doing things,
but  still  you do remember your friends,  and that really is  a  good
thing. Its just that,  well,  that now,  the cats out of the bag so to
speak  and  I just don't know what to tell you to do,  or how to  act.
You're  gonna  have  to just play it by ear and let things  run  their
course.  O.k.?"  I said,  "I guess so dad,  but I still miss him."   I
started to cry a little, and he stood up and walked over to me.

He  pulled  my  head in against his side and then,  moved my  face  in
towards his crotch and stroked my hair.   He said,  "Easy Joey,  easy.
Things will work out,  one way or the other,  but they will work out."
I  looked  up at him and he smiled down at me and I felt so  loved  by
this man.  I slid up against him and he hugged me and then, he slapped
at  my butt and asked,  "By the way little whore!   Why are you  still
wearing clothes!?" I giggled and wiggled against him and said,  "Guess
I forgot daddy!"  He slapped my ass and said, "Well, bitch,  get these
clothes off and come back down here. I might have something for you if
you  do!"   I giggled and ran out of the room to his laughter and went
up and tore off my clothes.   On the table was the collar that Tim had
given me for my birthday, and though I didn't wear it much, decided to
put it on.   It was made of leather,  with rhinestones on it,  and the
words "FUCKTOY" across the front.  I giggled as I looked in the mirror
as I put it on and shivered, wondering what dad was going to think.

I ran back down stairs and into  his office and he was standing there,
his back to the door, leaning over the computer.  He had taken off all
his  clothes and the sight of his sweet looking manly ass had me  hard
real fast.  He turned and saw me standing there,  his eyes lighting up
as he saw the collar.  He snapped his fingers and said, "On your knees
you cocksucking bitch whore, and crawl over to me!"   I got down on my
hands  and knees and licked my lips as I stared at his hardening  cock
sticking up from his dark cock bush.  I got right to him and angled my
head up and looked up at him, my mouth formed into an "o"  as I licked
all around my lips.   He grasped my head by the hair and asked,  "That
mean you want to suck dick bitch?"  I smiled and said, "Oh yes sir!  I
want to suck dick sir. Please sir, please, let me suck your dick sir!"
He  moved back and sat in his chair and lifted his legs.   He put  his
feet on either side of the edges, spreading himself in front of me and
I could see his hairy crack.

He held his cock up and waved it and said,  "Come and get on this dick
you  cocksucking whore cunt!   Daddy wants his fucktoy to please him!"
I shivered and smiled as I crawled over to him. I got to the chair and
slid  my tongue up the back sides of his thighs and down to his balls.
I licked the hairy ball sac as I heard him intake some air, then, slid
my  mouth  lower.  I sucked under his balls and then,  slid my  tongue
lower  and  he  scooted  out to the edge of the chair  and  my  tongue
touched  his hole.   He quivered and said,  "Oh yeah,  that's my Joey,
that's my little whore boy!  Suck my hole honey, suck it for daddy!"

I sucked and swirled my tongue in and out of his hole as he pushed his
ass  into my face and held my head tightly.   Then,  I backed off  and
licked and smacked at it with my lips and said, "ooo, (smack),  daddy,
ooo (smack), your hole is so good!  Hmmm, (smack, pop), I love to suck
your ass hole daddy!  Ooo (smack, smack, pop, pop)!"   Dad pulled back
from  me,  grasping my head and shoving my face back to his cock.   He
crammed  his cock into my mouth and throat completely,  holding me  on
his shaft.  Then,  his body shook and the cum tube on the underside of
the  mouth filling cock pulsed.   His cum shot into my mouth over  and
over.  So much so, that it ran out around his cock at my tight lips to
run  down  my chin.   I swallowed,  but for some reason he was  really
shooting.   He  pulled back a bit and slumped back on the chair and  I
continued  to  nurse  and suck up and down on his  cum  oozing  shaft,
getting every drop from it.

Then,  I  pulled off,  slowly stroking the base as I looked up at him.
He  shook his head and said,  "Damn Joey,  you're getting better every
time you suck my ass!  Shit, I couldn't help shoving my cock into your
mouth like that, but, damn, your mouth on my hole got me really worked
up!"  I  nuzzled into his balls and said,  "I like it when my daddy is
all  worked  up!   Means he's going to feed me the cum  I  love!"   He
laughed  as  he ruffled my hair and then,  pulled me up to sit on  his
lap.   He  held  me and we were silent for a bit.  I looked up at  him
after a bit and asked, "Dad, do you think there's something wrong with
me!?"   He  pulled  his head back and looked into my face  and  asked,
"Wrong, what do you mean wrong with you?"  I slid my hand down between
my legs and grasped his big ball sac and gently massaged it as I said,
"Uh, my wanting cock so much.   Do you think that I might be messed up
cause I want it all the time?"

He looked at me and pulled my head back in against his chest. My mouth
was  right at his left nipple and I licked out at it as he stroked  my
back and said, "I don't think so Joey.  You're,  well,  I think you're
just  special  is all."   I looked up and asked,  "What do  you  mean,
special."   He  turned me around on his lap and I leaned back  against
him, spreading my legs a little.  As I did, I felt his hard cock slide
up  under my balls.   I looked down and could see and feel the head as
it  slid  up past my balls.   I closed my legs around it and he  said,
"Nice  honey.   You  always  know how to treat your  man's  cock."   I
giggled  as his hands began to stroke my body from my neck down to  my
cock  and balls.   I asked,  again,  "Uh,  what do you mean 'special,'
dad?'

He said,  "Well,  a couple of weeks ago I asked Randy about that.   He
fixed it up so we could go talk to a friend of his, a psychologist. We
talked about you and what you are like and want.  The guy told me that
there  are  records  of  gay  men  that  were  like  you  Joey.   Some
historical, some recent.  Seems there are certain men,  and boy's like
you, that no matter how many cocks are put to you, you just want more.
He  said,   they had a name for it,  but I forgot and it was a strange
word.   He  said  that  mostly,  it  was like guys like  you  are  the
equivalent  of  female nymphos.   You see,  some women just can't  get
enough  cock  into them either.   He said it stood to reason  that  if
there  women like that,  there would be men as well.   He said the one
thing that has been recorded is that the guys,  like you,  though they
wanted men to fuck them, were never effeminate."

He  paused and then,  continued,   "He said it must be something to do
with your hormones, or sex drive,  something like that.   Plus he said
the  feeling  of the hard male penis,  when it is in  your  mouth,  or
sliding in and out of your ass hole, seems to draw out those feelings,
sensations.   And,  the  strangest thing is that,  once a guy like you
gets those feelings and sensations,  its like they take over your mind
in a way.  Like you have to have it all the time, the stimulation, the
thrill  of feeling it in you,  wanting to keep a hard cock inside you,
mouth or ass.   The other thing is that certain places on a man become
the real attraction, the groin, the balls,  the ass,  and,  of course,
the  cock.   Guys like you love to have their heads in between a man's
thighs and the smell, the sense of wanting to be there, sort of take's
over  your  mind.   I  don't  understand all he  said,  but  the  most
important  thing he said to me was that I should not try to stop  you.
Oh,  put  some  controls  on you maybe,  but not to try and  stop  you
letting those feelings and sensations run in your head."

He  paused again and hissed as I sucked at his nipple,  and said,  "He
said  if  we did try to stop you that you would turn on us and try  to
get away, not because you didn't love us.   It was more like you can't
control the wanting,  the yearning to please a man,  to suck his cock,
have him fuck you.   If we try to stop you,  you might turn inward and
then,  you might build up hate in you towards us.   Or,  you might run
away  and  because the feelings are so strong,  lay with any man  that
would have you.  That was one of the dangers he pointed out,  the fact
that  you  might not be too careful about who put their dick  in  you.
He said the wanting to submit to a man, to let him use you,  fuck you,
fill you with cock and cum can be pretty strong in guys like you."   I
didn't know what to say and looked up at him.

He stroked my face and said, "Like that day at Randy's warehouse.  The
one where you practically begged me to let those men use you.  Come to
think of it, you did beg for it.  Well, that was the sort of thing the
man said would happen.  He said,  sometimes it was just the smell of a
man, or, the way his body is shaped,  the fact that he has hair on his
body,  those sorts of things,  and you get turned on.   But that there
was  nothing that science could do for you.   Oh there were drugs that
could be used, but the side effects were not really pleasant, plus the
fear of addiction. Besides, the addiction to cock can't kill you,  not
yet  any ways."   (Author's note:   Remember guys this was long before
AIDS)

He fell silent and I thought about what he had said.   I looked up and
asked, "But what am I gonna do dad?  If what the man said is true, I'm
going  to have a real hard time at school!  I mean,  especially during
gym  class!   I had a hard time last year just trying to keep my  dick
from showing hard almost every day.  I'd look at some guys naked butt,
or crotch,  or chest and I'd get a tingle inside me.   My breath would
catch  and I had to hide myself under the water a lot of  times.   The
coach, Mr. Gregory, thought there was something wrong with me and told
me he was worried.   I never did anything with him or even tried,  but
he  checked  on me a lot."   Just then,  my dad chuckled and I  asked,
"What's so funny?"   He smiled and kissed my forehead and said,  "Roy,
Roy Gregory. He's a boy lover like Carl, you know, my boss."  I looked
at him, shocked, as I asked,  "You mean,  like Carl,  he wants to fuck
young boys?"

My dad laughed and slid his hand to my butt cheeks and said, "Oh yeah,
Roy  does  like  that.   But I don't think its just  boys.   He's  not
exactly gay, I mean, he's got five kids of his own. But,  I met him at
one  of Carl's little away parties,  you know like the one I told  you
about  Carl and me.   Shit,  he's was as hot to trot as Carl was  with
those  boys,  and,  he got it on with some of the men.   Loves to fuck
male  ass  pussy  he  told  me!"  I giggled  and  shivered  a  little,
remembering the way Coach Gregory's body always looked to me.   My dad
pushed me back a bit and looked at me and said, "Shit, you're thinking
about  what  it would be like to have Roy fuck you,  aren't  you?"   I
licked my lips and said, "Uh, yeah daddy, I sure would love to service
him.  Ooo,  I bet he can fuck up a storm!   I always stare at him when
he's  in the showers at school and have to squeeze my legs to hide  my
boner!   He's hairier then most men I've been with this summer,  but I
sure would love to see what it was like to please him!"

My dad laughed and said, "Shit, quivering for another cock bitch!"   I
smiled  up  at him and squeezed on his cock between my legs and  said,
"Well,  that  man  told  you I was a  nympho  daddy,  so,  I'm  always
quivering for cock!"  My dad laughed and then,  paused,  looking at me
for a moment. Then, he reached over to the phone,  pulled it over next
to him.   He flipped through his card list and then,  dialed a number.
I watched, playing with his dick between my legs as he said, "Uh yeah,
Roy, that you buddy!?  John here, yeah, me.   Say,  what are you doing
right now guy?  Uh huh, yeah,  well,  think you can get away for a few
hours?  Yeah,  I  got  something here at my house that I  think  you'd
really enjoy bud!  Uh huh,  yeah,  that would be great.   See you in a
few."  He hung up the phone and beamed at me and said,  "Well,  little
whore, you are gonna get your wish!" I asked, "What do you mean dad?"

He leaned me forward and slid his hand to my butt and slid two fingers
up  into me,  making me moan,  as he said,  "You're gonna service  Roy
Gregory  honey!"   I  jerked my head to the side  and  asked,  "Really
daddy!?  Really?"  He jerked the fingers in me and said, "Really baby!
Now,  you get upstairs and take a nice shower and get this hot body of
yours all ready to do dick service. You got that whore!?" I nodded and
he  pushed me off his knee and said,  "Make sure you're ready for this
baby.   Knowing Roy,  once he gets started,  you won't be able to stop
him.   He'll  fuck  you till you can't stand up!"  I squeezed my  legs
together and hugged myself and said, "Ooo daddy, that sounds so good!"
He  slapped at my butt and said,  "Get upstairs whore!   You got  some
dick duty to do!  And you better service him right bitch!"   I giggled
as  I started out the door.  I stopped in the doorway and asked,  "Are
you gonna watch me service him daddy?"

He chuckled and asked, "Would you like that baby?   Want your daddy to
watch you being a whore for Roy?" I bit my lip and said, "I know you'd
like that and yeah, I want my daddy to watch me servicing a big strong
man  like  Coach Gregory!"  He laughed and waved at  me  saying,  "Get
upstairs,  get cleaned up and you had better be naked on your bed when
I  bring him up to you!"   I giggled and almost ran up the stairs,  my
mind running pictures of Coach Gregory through my head.  As I stood in
the shower, I could feel my little tit numbs hardening as I thought of
getting between Coach Gregory's thighs.   I knew he just had to have a
nice cock to go with that hard, hairy body of his.  I was just walking
back  to my bedroom,  when I heard the doorbell ring.  I walked to the
top  of the stairs and listened as Dad and Coach Gregory greeted  each
other.

My  dad  asked  if he wanted a beer and that deep voice of  his  said,
"Sure thing John. Never turn down a beer,  you know that!"   There was
laughter as they headed into the kitchen.  I crept back to my room and
lay  down  on my bed,  shivering inside a little,  but wanting what  I
thought I knew was going to happen.   I lay there,  my little tit nubs
so hard I had to pull on them. I spread my legs and slid my other hand
down  between my legs and shoved a finger into my hole.   I lay there,
working  the  finger from my tit nub to my mouth,  working,  now  two,
fingers  in  and  out of my hole.   Just then,  I heard  them  in  the
hallway.  I froze,  two fingers in my mouth,  two fingers up inside my
boy  pussy,  as Coach Gregory came into the room,  followed by my dad.
They were each carrying their beer cans.  Coach Gregory's eyes widened
as he asked, "What the fuck John!?  Shit,  you got to be kidding John.
That's  Joey lying there like some kind of slut!"   My dad walked over
to my bed and pulled my head up and said,  "Meet my whore slut pig boy
Roy, this is Joey, his daddy's whore!"