Date: Tue, 03 May 2005 13:14:02 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Out At Five

OUT AT FIVE

BY:  MOORE

CHAPTER
ONE

Larry Folger and I are as different from each other as night and
day. He's tall, dark and handsome...I'm short, blond, kind of
chubby, okay fat, and I'll look a lot better when my acne pimples
clear up. Larry's also athletic and smart as a whip...I'm challenged
by dodge ball and have to struggle to maintain a C+ average.  Larry
is part of the in-crowd at Ridgewood High...I'm part of the scenery.
In addition to everything else Larry is a self-confident stud, the
girls are absolutely crazy about him...I'm a nerd, and I'm crazy
about him too.

Oh, and there's one more tiny little thing that sets us apart. I
wouldn't bother to mention it at all because, well, it's a little
embarrassing to admit it and so superficial that it really shouldn't
have anything to do with a person's worth. You see, Larry Folger's
an all American boy, and me, well, I guess you would call me an all
American fag.


CHAPTER
TWO

"You're such a fag, Stevie," my cousin Eddie laughed as I noisily
finished with Peter's dick and crawled between his hairy legs. "A
cocksucking faggot. Hey, lick the sweat off my hairy balls first,
wouldya?"

"Sure Eddie, I'll do your balls. You want me to lick the sweat off
your ass too?"

I was seven, Eddie was sixteen and I worshipped him.  I followed him
around like an obedient puppy, lived for the times when he took me
to the movies and ballgames and the beach, or let me just hang out
with him and his friends.  Eddie treated me like one of the guys;
smoking, drinking, cursing in front of me, at six years old I knew
every four letter word in the book. Thanks to Eddie I knew early on
that not only was I a queer boy, but that I also had a submissive
personality. Because I worshipped him and truly enjoyed doing it, I
gladly gave Eddie and his friends all the blow jobs they wanted.

Hardly a day went by that I didn't have at least Eddie's dick
between my lips, and on weekends, his friends would usually get
together and have a party in my mouth. A cum party, that's what
Eddie called it. A cum party in my cocksucker mouth. I sucked a lot
of dicks, ate a lot of semen from a lot of happy guys during my
grade school years...Eddie had a lot of swell friends. Straight guys
like Eddie who also liked to party in my queer mouth.

Eddie had a huge penis, at least I thought so the first time I saw
him naked when we took a shower together after spending my fifth
birthday at the beach. Hairy too, like the rest of his body and he
had a musky crotch smell that made me shiver.  He let me look and
then touch his dick and balls when I asked. Yeah, I asked, he didn't
make me do it. Eddie got a hardon in a hurry. Right there in the
shower with the water running, with his parents and mine waiting
downstairs for us to get finished so we could have my birthday
celebration, he said, "I guess you're a queer, Steven." And then he
handed me the soap and taught me how to jerk him off.

Heady stuff for a five year old, coming out as a queer, but the best
was yet to come in the weeks that followed my fifth birthday.  My
first blow job and first taste of Eddie's sperm, his well lubed cock
easing into my virgin ass are among the fondest memories of my early
childhood.

When I got older, third grade I think it was, I discovered that all
boys didn't do what I regularly did for Eddie and his friends. They
didn't even know what cum or a blow job was and fag that I was I can
remember actually feeling sorry for them.  Sucking a cock, feeling
the soft flesh get hard and expand in my mouth was so much fun.  A
stiff dick in my ass felt so good, warm cum squirting into my mouth
was so delicious...I could hardly believe that all boys weren't fags
like me.  Dumb, right?

Eddie was preparing to fuck me when I told him what I had discovered
that day about the boys at school.  "They don't even know what queer
is," I said, handing him the lube then spreading my legs for him.
"Can you believe it?"

"Think how lucky you are to be queer," he said with a laugh as I
guided his slick dick into my tight boy pussy and wrapped my legs
around his waist. "Keep it a secret though, okay? Don't let guys
know you're a faggot until you get out of high school."

"Okay, Eddie, sure," I gasped as he thrust his cock all the way into
me. In my eyes he could do no wrong so I took his dick and many
others in my mouth and in my pussy on a regular basis until he
enlisted in the army and got sent overseas...I also took his advice.
That's why I stayed in the closet during junior high school and
didn't suck a cock or take a dick up my ass once he left.

It wasn't easy giving up dick, enjoyable habits are hard to break.
I had no choice but to quit cold turkey and it was several years,
until I got to high school, before my faggot mouth and pussy ass got
reacquainted with hot cock.


CHAPTER
THREE

Until an hour ago I didn't think that Larry Folger even knew that I
was alive, and now I'm running to his house.  He didn't say what he
wanted or why he wanted to see me, just to come over after school.

"What were you doing with my jock?" He asked as soon as he closed
his bedroom door behind me.

"What do you mean?" I said without turning around, stalling for time
to come up with a rational answer for an irrational act. How does
one love-sick, frustrated queer guy explain to a straight stud that
he gets off by smelling his funky jock strap and licking out the
damp pouch? Larry saved me the trouble.

"You were smelling it, Steven. I saw you when I came out of the
shower for another bar of soap.  Why?"

Because it was soaked with your sweat and it smelled like you, I
wanted to shout. Because that sweaty jock strap held your cock and
balls. Why? Because I jerk off every night thinking about you and
eat my cum, smear it all over my face pretending that it's yours.
Why? Because I have an erection just being in the same room with
you. That's why.

"I'm sorry, Larry."

"Sorry for what, being a faggot? You are one aren't you?"

Despite Eddie's warning I couldn't hide it any longer. "Yes," I
whispered nervously and turned to face him on very shaky legs.

"I figured you might be," Larry chuckled as he locked his bedroom
door. "Do you suck dick or just smell sweaty jock straps?"

I laughed too, nervously, before answering his question. "I suck,
but not for the last few years."

"Why not?"

"My cousin got drafted, I used to blow him all the time, and
well..."

"I've never had a blow job," Larry interrupted, "Came close a few
times, but no girl and certainly no queer guy has ever sucked my
cock. Did your cousin make you blow him?"

"No, never, he treated me great. I was happy to suck him off."

"Was he a queer? A faggot like you?"

"Oh no, not my cousin Eddie. He just liked getting head. You know,
Larry, it doesn't make a straight guy queer getting sucked off by
another guy. Even if the guy doing the sucking, uh, the guy on his
knees with a cock in his mouth is a faggot."

Larry paced around the room, adjusting his trophies and the plaques
that covered his walls...adjusting his cock once while I watched,
waited and prayed.  "Guys, I mean fags like me make the best
cocksuckers, you know," I said, hoping to push him over the edge.

Larry stopped pacing and looked me square in the eye. "You wanna
blow me, don't you, Steven?  Suck my cock?"

Thank you god, I thought, immediately dropping to my knees and
reaching for his zipper.

Larry's big dick, his hairy balls and the load of sweet cum he shot
off into my mouth was a faggot's dream come true. My first dick in
years...I felt like a born again queer.

"Damn that felt good, Steven. You're one hellava cocksucker."

"Yeah, I know," I said absently, milking his dick for one last drop
of cum. I licked away the treasure and looked up into his eyes.
"That's what everybody used to say."

"I just might want to see you again, faggot."

"Any time you say, Larry. Any time and any place you want head just
let me know. Okay?"

"My personal cocksucker, huh?"


CHAPTER
FOUR

"With two sugars, Larry, just the way you like it, and a buttered
bagel. Sorry it took so long."

"Try harder next time, will ya, Steven?  I don't like to wait for my
breakfast.  Did you bring my gym stuff?"

"Got it right here in my backpack.  I washed everything last night,
shirts, shorts, socks and jocks, and I also finished typing your
term paper and returned your books to the library."

"Good boy, Stevie. I don't know what I'd do without you."

If I was a puppy my tail would be wagging right now. Being a queer
it was my cock pulsing like mad. "Is there anything else you want me
to do before class?"

Like maybe a blow job in the third floor bathroom after I kiss your
prick and lick your balls, I thought, but didn't say.  Now that I
was sucking again I wanted, no, that's not right, I needed dick all
the time.

"Nope, not a thing," Larry said casually, waving to a couple of
girls who I instantly hated.

"Maybe something at your house after school, huh Larry? I could wash
your car afterwards. Please, please can I come over...its been
almost a week."

Five days since I'd last sucked his cock. Five long, frustrating
days since he'd fucked my mouth and filled it with the sperm I
craved. "Please can I come over."

Larry took a step towards me. "Need it bad, huh, cocksucker?"

I would have dropped to my knees and sucked him off on the school
steps if he'd let me. "Real bad."

"Bad enough to drink my piss before you blow me, before I cum in
your faggot mouth?"

One of Eddie's friends had peed in my mouth when I was about to suck
him off.  I didn't like the taste so Eddie didn't let him or anyone
else piss in my mouth again.  Pissing on my body when I was naked
was okay, I kind of enjoyed it, but not in my mouth. Eddie was good
about things like that, protecting me from the abuse a submissive
queer usually has to take. He never let more than six guys fuck me
during one session and if my mouth got tired, which it usually did
after about ten blow jobs in a row, then any guys I hadn't yet
sucked off had to settle for a hand job and cumming in my open mouth
or on my face.

Larry was different, more demanding than Eddie, and he punished
me...cut me off from his dick if I didn't follow his rules or do
exactly what he wanted. In the month since I'd secretly become his
personal cocksucker he'd had me do a number of kinky things that
Eddie never allowed.  Potentially embarrassing things like wearing
his sister's bra and panties under my clothes to a school dance,
shaving off my pubic hair and writing the word queer above my prick
and streaking across the ball field in a jock strap and flip-flops
when the cheerleaders were holding a practice.

"You are not one of the guys, Steven," he quickly corrected me, when
he heard me tell a teacher that I was one of the guys going on a
class trip.  Larry was still pissed off after school, slamming the
door to his bedroom and cutting me off when I tried to apologize for
whatever I had done to make him so angry.

"Rule number one," he finally said, staring at me. "You are not one
of the guys, Steven."

"I'm not?"

"No, asshole, you're not one of us. You're not even a guy."

"Then what am I?" I questioned, though I should have known the
answer without asking.

Larry didn't hesitate, "You're a fag, Steven. Listen up and repeat
after me."

"I am not one of the guys," I repeated after him. "I am a queer,
I am a faggot, I am a cocksucker."

"Again, Steven. Down on your knees where faggots belong and keep
saying it so you won't ever forget it."

Larry stood over me rubbing his crotch while I recited, 'I am a
queer, I am a faggot, I am a cocksucker' over and over and over
until he told me to stop.

"Are you a guy, Steven?"

"No, never," I answered back. "I'm a queer, a fag and a cocksucker."

"What kind of mouth have you got?"

"Huh? Oh, a cocksucker mouth." I was with the program now. "I have
a cocksucker mouth that needs to be filled with your dick. I'm a
queer, a fag and a cocksucker. A queer, a fag and a cocksucker. A
queer, a fag and a cocksucker. A queer, a fag and...."

"Enough! Now get your clothes off and lube up your queer ass. It's
time I fucked your faggot ass and made you a pussy boy too."

I followed his rules and submitted to his demands because I loved
him...loved sucking his big cock and eating his huge loads of creamy
cum. Larry's dick in my ass sent waves of pleasure rippling through
my body. I gladly submitted to everything except his most recent
demand to urinate in my mouth.

I waited for a teacher to pass before responding. "Please, Larry,
not that. Can't I please just suck you off?"

Larry appeared to be considering my request, then shook his head no
as the bell for first period rang.  My heart and erection both sank
as he went inside.

The morning was torture and one of Larry's friends, a boy who knew
I was queer added to my misery and frustration.  "What's the matter,
faggot?" Gene whispered in my ear as we changed classes. "Feeling
down because Larry didn't want a blow job this morning?"

"Stop it, Gene. Please."

"Cut your next class, faggot, I got study hall. I'll let you get on
your knees and blow me in the supply closet that's right next door. 
Bobby'll watch out for any teachers while you're chowing down on my
cock, then we'll switch off and you can give Bobby some head. Two
loads of fresh jizz'll perk you up."

Gene knew I couldn't suck his or anyone else's cock without Larry's
permission.  Larry owned me body and soul, I was his personal faggot
and all six of the friends that he sometimes let party in my mouth
knew it. Gene was only trying to get a rise out of me and the
growing bulge in my jeans told him that he had succeeded. 

"See ya around, cocksucker," he said as the warning bell rang.

Chemistry lecture was my last class before lunch. I took a seat way
in the back so nobody would notice my boner and the embarrassing wet
spot that had formed where my prick touched the denim. I don't wear
undershorts, Larry doesn't allow it, except for the pink thong he
gave me as a present.

"A fag's jock strap," he said when he gave it to me. "I took it from
the trash, got a little blood on it from my sister's period. Put it
on, cocksucker. I never want to see you in boxers or jockey shorts
again."

I cherish that little piece of cotton because Larry gave it to me.
I wear it all the time, except to school.  Changing for gym would
raise a few eyebrows. No underwear is something a nerd might
do...and everyone knows I'm a nerd. A pink thong under my jeans,
well, nobody but a fag is likely to wear a thong and I'm not ready
to face the humiliation of coming out as a queer to the entire
school. I keep it in my backpack, though, so I can put it on in case
Larry wants to see me for a blow job after school. I also carry a
tube of KY in case I get really lucky and he feels like fucking me.

The teacher droned on about the chemical make-up of various fluids.
I massaged my aching crotch and thought about the chemistry of my
favorite fluid, the one that I so eagerly suck from Larry's balls.
What chemicals were in the sperm laden semen that I craved?  What
made cum white and so creamy, and gave it the distinctive smell and
flavor that lingered in my nose and mouth for hours. Salt, sure, but
sweat was salty and the taste I licked from Larry's hairy armpits
and from underneath his balls, though sharp, didn't have the long
lasting and complex taste of freshly ejaculated semen.

Why not, I thought, as the idea popped into my head. I loved the
semen Larry pumped into my mouth, and his sweat, so maybe it was
time to reconsider his other body fluid.

Tastes do change, I thought, excusing myself from class and heading
towards the bathroom. I'd only tasted it once, years ago, maybe I'd
been too hasty or too young and I should give it another chance. I
took two cups from the stack by the water cooler, then entered the
john and locked myself into a stall.  No way could I piss with a
hardon, so I jacked off first into one of the cups and set it aside
for later.

My urine was a pale yellow and I felt it's warmth right through the
paper cup. It smelled like, well, like piss when I raised the cup to
my lips. I forced myself to take a small sip of urine, shuddered at
the taste, then gulped it all down and refilled the cup.  Coke and
Pepsi had nothing to worry about, I thought as I drank a second and
then a third cup of my warm piss.  By the fourth cup the urge to
throw up had passed and after drinking about a pint of warm urine I
sort of got used to the acrid, salty taste.

I hiked up my pants and rushed out of the stall, then rushed back in
to retrieve the cup of semen I'd left on the floor. The cum was cold
and congealed, but the few drops of warm piss I was able to squeeze
out of my bladder made it drinkable again and quite good. With one
decision made I hastily made another and slipped into my thong. I'd
worry about changing for gym later, right now I had a cock to suck.

Larry was at his usual corner table in the cafeteria. Gene and Bobby
were with him so I had to wait until he saw me and gave me the sign
that it was okay for me to approach.

"Look who came to eat," Bobby said as I sat down, "Our favorite
fag."

"You got it wrong," Gene said. "He didn't c-o-m-e to eat, he eats to
c-u-m.  Don't you know that a fag can't cum without a dick in his
mouth?  Isn't that right, cocksucker?"

I ignored the put-down, which wasn't true, though I do have more
intense orgasms when Larry's dick is in my mouth...even better ones
when I have a dick in my mouth and in my ass.  I also ignored their
hysterical laughter.  A couple of friendly blow jobs, with Larry's
permission, and they felt they could make jokes at my expense.  "Can
we talk privately?" I asked Larry.  "It'll just take a moment."

"We'll catch you later, Larry. We still going to the lake after
school?"

"Absolutely.  Allan and Marty are coming too. We'll meet up in the
parking lot."

"Okay I'll do it," I said, once Larry and I we were alone.

Larry nibbled a french fry and drank the rest of his coke before
responding. "Do what?"

Suddenly I was shy and at a loss for words. "It, you know, what you
want me to do."  He was so beautiful and I was so hard and so
desperate to have his dick in my mouth. "Piss on me, in me...in my
faggot mouth."

"You sure about this? You don't sound very sure."

"I'm sure," I said, louder than I meant to. "I want you to piss in
my cocksucker mouth." I knelt by the table, "Please piss in my queer
mouth."

Larry glanced at his watch then said. "Go get me another coke, make
it two cokes...large ones."

There was just enough space for me to kneel between the two urinals
in the third floor bathroom.  Allan, who was keeping watch outside
had no idea that this was more than just a blow job. He had no idea
that Larry was going to use my mouth for a toilet before I sucked
him off, then I was going to blow Allan.  That he knew because Larry
told him that I would.  Two loads of cum, I hoped, would mask the
taste of urine.
 
"Maybe I should take off my shirt and pants," I said as Larry
unzipped and stepped up to his human urinal. "In case some spills."

"Do it fast, I really gotta go."

I stripped down to my thong, got back into position and opened my
mouth as wide as I could. Larry started to piss immediately.  His
aim was perfect and my mouth filled up with piss quicker than I
could swallow.  A steady stream of warm, bright yellow piss splashed
against my face and chest, soaked my thong, until I took the head of
his dick between my lips and drank the rest of his piss.

It tasted like mine, sweeter maybe from the two large cokes, and not
all that bad.  He shook off on my face, then I took his stiffening
rod back into my mouth and sucked hard for a cum chaser.

The combination of cum and piss, the urine seemed to intensify the
already great taste of Larry's semen, was like firecrackers going
off in my mouth.  Each new spurt of cum brought forth a short
explosion of flavor that sent shivers up and down my spine. Whatever
chemical reaction was taking place between the cum and piss in my
mouth was one that I had to experience again.

Allan looked at me and laughed when Larry called him into the
bathroom for his promised blow job.  "You didn't?" He said,
wrinkling his nose at the overpowering smell of urine.

"I did," Larry replied.  "The fag drank most of it and I think he
liked it."

Allan hauled out his cock, "You mind?" he asked Larry. "I really
gotta piss."

"Go ahead, piss boy won't mind another drink before he blows you.
Will you piss boy?"

I was too excited to speak, so I simply opened my mouth and waited
for Allan to fill it with piss.

I cut my afternoon classes, hiding out naked in one of the bathroom
stalls when someone came in, and used the time to clean up as best
as I could. I rinsed out my hair and urine-soaked thong in the
toilet, the hand blower was broken, the towel dispenser was empty so
I had to air dry. The thong was still damp when the final bell rang,
I put it on anyway. The rest of my clothes had been lying in a
puddle of urine, I put them on as well since I couldn't go out in a
thong, then raced out of the building.  Larry was waiting by his van
when I got to the parking lot.

"Can I go with you to the lake? Please."

"Whew, what'd you do after we left? Roll in the piss?"

"I'm sorry I smell.  My clothes were in a piss puddle. So can I go?"

"Take'em off, you smell like a sewer."

The parking lot was filled with teachers and students. "I'm wearing
the thong."

"Yeah, so?  You're a fag, Steven, its time you let everybody know
that you're queer for guys...that you suck dick. Who's dick are you
going to suck, who's gonna fuck your pussy ass once we graduate next
month?  I'm away for the summer and then I'm off to college in the
fall."

"Soon, Larry, I promise."

Allan, Marty, Gene and Bobby joined us a moment later. "Steven wants
to come with us to the lake," Larry said as they piled into the van.
"You guys okay with that?"

"S'okay with me," Bobby said. "So long as we get to party with the
faggot."

"I'm always up for a cum party," Gene said. "What'dya say, Larry,
are you willing to share your fag and let us all have a party in his
cocksucker mouth?"

Larry started the engine, "Okay, get in the back, faggot."

I scrambled around to the back.  "Get those stinking clothes off
first," Larry hollered as I climbed in.

I was down to my thong before we left the parking lot and so excited
about the upcoming party in my mouth that I didn't say a word when
Allan tossed my smelly clothes out the window.


CHAPTER
FIVE

The lake's not really a lake but a concrete spillway for the
reservoir.  The water can get pretty rough, particularly after a
rainstorm. Today it was calm, not that it mattered to me because I
don't know how to swim, and deserted. That was a good thing because
I was there to suck dick, maybe get fucked if Larry wanted to fuck
me, and I didn't need an audience cheering me along.

"Who's first?" Marty said, shucking off his clothes.

"We'll flip a coin," Gene suggested, following Marty's lead until he
too was down to his boxer shorts.

"Let's flip the fag instead of a coin," Bobby piped up. He had on
jockey shorts, well filled jockey shorts.

Larry, standing behind me pushed me down to my knees and said, "You
guys work it out, Allan and I are going for a swim.  Do a good job,
cocksucker and I'll fuck you when I get back."

I was one satisfied cocksucker when Larry returned about twenty
minutes later. Nothing like three loads of cum, it does it for me
every time. Lube in hand, I was ready to bend over for Larry's dick.

"How did my fag do?" Larry asked. An important question since he
wouldn't fuck me unless Marty, Gene and Bobby had been pleased with
their blow jobs.  The smile froze on my face when a chorus of fair,
not too bad, and so so's hit my ears.

"Put the lube away, faggot," Larry said. "You won't be needing it
today...maybe never again."

"C'mon guys," I wailed, tell him the truth. I gave you all great
head."

Bobby was the first to stop laughing, "Crawl over, cocksucker," he
said, waving his dick at me, "I'll give you another chance."

Gene and Marty gave me a second chance too, praising my efforts
after unloading in my exhausted mouth.  Not too exhausted to speak,
however, or too exhausted to ask Larry to fuck me.

"I think we should all fuck the faggot," Allan suggested.  "I know
he's your faggot, Larry, but before we graduate and go our separate
ways you should give us all a shot at his queer ass."

The rear deck of Larry's van was the perfect height to fuck the
faggot.  Larry screwed me first, lubed me with cum for Allan who
went next.  My ass was a sticky mess when Marty took his turn, a
gaping cum filled hole when he got through, which allowed Gene and
Bobby to double dick me.

I had one dick or another in my mouth for most of the ride back from
the lake which almost made me forget about my aching ass. It was
late when Larry dropped me off at school, my house was out of his
way.  My clothes were long gone so I had to walk home naked, thong
in hand, and pray that my mother was out with one of the losers she
dates.  I didn't mind, Larry said that I'd been a good queer.

I decided to come out at graduation. My cousin Eddie was in the
audience when I walked on to the stage in my cap and gown to get my
diploma.  He was the only one not to gasp when I took off the gown
and walked back to my seat wearing nothing but my pink thong.