Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2016 07:44:53 +0200
From: James Haddock <bb252@gmx.com>
Subject: How I Became a Butt Slut Part 1 (bbbb/b)

How I Became a Butt Slut Part 1 (bbbb/b)
by bb252@gmx.com

    Many ears ago, my first experience with real gay sex was at a drive-in
theater with my parents.  I was 12 years old. Oh, I had played undress
games as a real young kid with both boys and girls. I was frequently "the
doctor" in our play. Even then, I was enchanted by other boy's cocks.
    At the drive-in, we were watching some western, my dad's favorite type
of movie.  I had to take a shit about a third of the way through the
movie. The men's room was at the back of the projection booth. There were
three stalls and a couple of urinals.  The last one of the stalls was open,
and I slipped in.
    After I sat down, I noticed a two-inch hole into the next stall. The
stall was empty at the moment, but I wondered why it was there. In a few
minutes an older teenage boy came in and sat down in the next stall. After
a few minutes, I looked through the hole at the boy's cock. It was hard and
about seven inches long and maybe an inch wide. I found myself breathing
hard, and I think he heard the change in my breathing.
    I could tell he had shifted position in the stall and was looking at my
penis. I still had a little boy's penis. All of my friends had seemed to go
through puberty already, and I felt like I was the only one that hadn't.
The boy in the next stall placed two fingers on the bottom of the hole. I
had no Idea what he wanted. He repeated the action, but did not say
anything. Finally, he stuck his dick through the hole and wiggled it
around. This scared me. I quickly wiped my ass and got out of there. I was
afraid that he was going to tell my parents I was looking at his dick.  It
is funny when you are that age, having your parents told about something
you did is the worst thing you can imagine.
    That was Friday night. Saturday, I got with my best friend Doug. His
parents owned their own business, and his Mother worked in the office
Saturday mornings leaving him home alone. It was a great place to hang out
free from parental over sight.
    I told Doug about what had happened, and he laughed. He explained how
the guy had wanted to suck my little penis or for me to suck his cock.  I
had no idea what he was talking about and told him so. I couldn't believe
what he told me. He said wait right there.  He turned and went into his
parent's room. Even though his parents weren't home he looked like he was
sneaking into their room, lest they discover his entry.
    When he came out, he had a picture book.  I didn't recognize the
language as it has a lot of dots over some of the letters and some of the
Os had slashes through them.  The first thing he showed me was a blond
holding a man's dick and smiling as she licked it like a Popsicle.  In
subsequent pictures, she took first the head of his dick in her mouth and
then most of the shaft too.  The sequence ended with some white stuff
coming out of the corners of her mouth. I asked Doug what it was. He said
it was cum. Didn't I know anything? Don't you ever beat off? I asked what
was beating off? Yeah, you are probably still too young; I only started
earlier this year. Doug was almost a year older than me and about 6 inches
taller. His voice had changed over the summer too. As almost the youngest
kid in the class most of the boys towered over me. At 4'11", I was short
for my age, where as Doug had always been taller. He had always been an
inch or two taller, now it was 6 or 7 inches. I felt like a dwarf.
    "She looks like she enjoys it," I said.
    Doug thought for a moment and said, "do you want to try it?"
    Now it was my turn to think about it. I had heard people being called
queer and other names. I had been called all of them myself, but I didn't
really understand them and besides; they didn't apply to me.
    "I guess so," I said as I looked again the pictures and the smile on
her face. Doug loosened his pants. Looking at the pictures, the girl was on
her knees. I got on my knees in front of Doug and helped him drop his
pants. His dick sprang out of his underwear, and it was almost as long as
the boy at the drive-in, but thinner.  He had a tuft of light colored hair
around the base of his dick that was only slightly darker than the hair on
his head.  Mine was still hairless.
    I took a hold of his now hard prick like the girl in the picture book
and tentatively licked the underside of the head. I could feel the shiver
through his body. I slowly put it in my mouth. It felt so smooth and
hard. I said he had to sit down. He backed up to a chair while I held on to
his dick. As soon as he was seated, I again had it in my mouth trying to
see how much I could get into my mouth. If I let it get too far back in my
mouth I would start to gag, but I found I could hold it just short of that
point and use my tongue on it. He liked this, but also told me to go up and
down on it and wet my lips. I did this for a few minutes when he began
bucking in his seat telling me to keep my mouth on it as he was about to
cum. I did and the first spurt went straight into my throat causing me to
choke and causing me to miss some of it, but I got my mouth back on his
spurting dick to catch the last of his load. I thought it would taste like
piss, but it was sweet and pleasant tasting. I actually liked it. The only
problem was, I had gotten some of it on my shirt. I didn't know if my mom
knew what it was, but I couldn't take the chance. I took off my t-shirt and
ran to the bathroom to rinse out while Doug pulled up his pants. He
replaced the magazine in his parent rooms while I continued to rinse my
shirt. I asked if I could use his mother's dryer to dry the shirt.  As I
was leaving his house, I turned and asked if we could do that again
sometime. He smiled and said yes he would like that.
    The rest of that day and Sunday too, even while I was at church with my
family, I thought about his cock in my mouth. It gave me strange feelings
all the way down to my little penis. During the week, I would sit in class
and think about sucking Doug's dick. As we would walk home, I would talk to
him about how it felt until we got to the point where he would walk to his
house and I to mine. Finally, Saturday morning came around. After
breakfast, I was on my bike headed for Doug's' house. I got to his house,
and he hadn't even bothered to dress.  He answered the door in his bath
robe. We quickly found a comfortable chair for him while took off my shirt
so as not to get anything on it this time. He just opened his robe, and I
again got between his legs. This time my arms and sides were pressed
against his thighs.  I found I was even more excited. He again told me what
he wanted. He had me lick around the head of his cock and move my lips up
and down his shaft. Within a few minutes, his pelvic region was bucking and
this time, I knew the drill and was ready for the first squirt and did not
gag. I continued sucking on his dick until he slowed down, and his
breathing returned to normal. Then and only then did I swallow. It never
occurred to me to spit it out. Some had dribbled out of the left corner of
my mouth, but I used a finger and pushed it back into savor the sweet
taste.  He was suddenly embarrassed about being naked in front of me and
pulled his robe together. He went off to the bathroom and left me to put my
shirt back on. I went to the living room and turned on the TV. A few
minutes later, he joined me as he watched our normal Saturday morning fare
of cartoons and adventure stories.
    After about an hour I noticed him adjusting his crotch a few times. I
brazenly asked if he was hard again, and he answered yes. Would you like me
to suck it again? Yes if I wouldn't mind. Now I love to suck it, I said. I
pulled off my shirt while he only dropped his pants, and I sucked on my
knees in front of the living room couch.
    When we were finished and I had swallowed another of his loads. He said
boy I wish we could do this every day, which got me to thinking.  I left
shortly after that as his parents were due home for lunch, and I still had
a little time before I was due home. I rode my bike back toward school. Our
elementary school was an older part of town. When I go to the place where
we normally split up to our respective homes, I started exploring around
the area. It was full of small-office buildings and warehouses. About a
block from where we usually parted I found an alley between two warehouses
dead ending into an abandoned office building. The office building had a go
down to the lower level locked basement door. A dumpster blocked the view
of it from the street. Surrounded as it was by warehouses, I saw this as
the perfect place for a daily suck session.
    When Monday rolled around I told him I had a surprise for him after
school. I could barely contain my excitement as our crept by. When school
is finally out, Doug asked what surprise was. I told him to follow me. We
got our usual parting spot. He again asked what was the surprise. Again, I
told him to follow me. We got to the alley; I pulled him in. I don't think
anyone saw us. When we got to the go down, I led the way. At the bottom, I
stripped off my shirt and hung it on the old doorknob. Doug took the hint
and looking around proceeded to drop his pants. He said his notebook on the
steps and set on it. I knelt on the concrete floor. It actually started to
take a few minutes to get hard, but I kept at it. Every noise in the alley
startled us, but I kept sucking because I wanted his sweet jizm. I soon had
his load, and we put ourselves back together. We were more cautious in
leaving to be sure that no one saw us. It became a daily ritual. Leave
school, duck in the alley for quick blow job and go our separate ways. On
Saturdays, I would usually blow him twice. It never occurred to me that the
relationship was one-sided. We each got what we wanted. He got off and I
got to suck his cock to completion and swallowed the result. It seemed
perfectly natural to me.
    We continued to use the alley for a couple of weeks as he got closer to
the end of the school term. The third Monday we were using it, I had just
gotten on my knees and stuck my mouth over his dick when we heard open,
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Dougie Pace and his little cock sucker."
    It was Joe Speck, the last person I ever wanted to catch us. Joe was
the class bully. He was bigger, stronger, and meaner than any of us, and he
loved to push other people around. He was also the dumbest kids in the
class, but he had the girls charmed even at that early age.
    "Hurry up – I'm next."
    I quickly finish sucking Doug and swallowed is jizm. "He swallows too,"
I felt embarrassed by his words.
    As Doug got up and pulled up his pants, Joe came down the stairs and
started dropping his pants. I got back on my knees in front of his now hard
cock. It was slightly longer than Doug's, but thinner and uncircumcised. I
took a hold of his shaft and started to lick around the head. The taste was
offensive like dirty tennis shoes or smelly cheese. I started to put it in
my mouth when he grabbed my head forcing my mouth on it pushing his prick
almost in my throat. I started to gag and choke. I thought I was going to
throw up right there; he eased off.
    "Come on lick the head of my dick. Get your tongue under the foreskin
in the cheese," he said.
    I tried to do as he said, but when I slid my tongue under his foreskin,
I again thought, I would throw up. I sputtered and coughed. He backed off
from moment fearing I would puke all over him. He told me to grab his cock
and pull the skin back. He said for me to use my fingers to wipe off the
cheese and get back to sucking because he had a big load he wanted to give
me. I did as he said, and soon he was again holding the sides of my head
and fucking my mouth. He had it quickly figured out how deep to go without
risking getting puke all over himself.
    Doug pulled up his clothes, and stayed to watch Joe use me as a cum
hole. I could tell when Joe was getting ready to cum. As he started
cumming, he pushed really deep in my mouth, and the first shot went down my
throat, which started off another round of coughing and sputtering. He
quickly pulled out and began shooting his jizm on my face, hair and bare
chest. He got some in my left eye, and it burned. I slipped on my shirt
feeling used in humiliated in front of my friend, yet strangely excited in
my groin.
    "I will see you here tomorrow," he said, "and you can come too
Pace. Don't even think of not being here or the whole school will know what
a queer cocksucker you are." The thought chilled me, but at the same time I
felt another quivering in my groin.
    "I ought to make you go home like this, but your mother might spoil our
fun. I expect to see you here every day after school". He handed me a
handkerchief. "Clean yourself up," he said and left. After he left Doug
said he had to hurry off leaving me alone to try to get the huge load Joe
had left on me cleaned off of my face. I licked my lips to taste. It was
not as sweet as Doug's and had a slight bitter undertone.
    All the next day at school, I would see Joe giving me knowing glances,
and though I was being forced by his threat to suck his dick too, I found
myself looking forward to it.
    That afternoon the three of us left school together the Joe on one side
of me and Doug on the other. When I got the alley stairs, they flipped a
coin to see who got blown first. I stripped off my shirt as usual and
waited below. This is how my days went for the next couple of weeks. Then
one day there was a wino sleeping in the go down. I started to back up the
steps, the Joe said no we were staying and told me to go on down. He's dead
drunk and probably won't wake up for hours. Doug didn't want a part of it
and left. I felt I was just abandoned by my friend, but I went on down. I
did not take my shirt off this time as I wanted to be able to beat a hasty
retreat with a wino will. I help joke his cock out so I could give him the
fastest blow job I could on trying not to make any noise. Sure enough, he
came in just a couple of minutes, and I was ready to leave.  He pointed at
the wino and told me to blow him. My mind rebelled at the idea of even
touching the dirty, smelly old man who lay there with his bottle of Night
Train. I shook my head no as I still did not want to wake the old man.
    "Okay, tomorrow everyone will know what a queer and a cocksucker you
are."
    At that moment, I knew I did not have a choice. I had to do as he said
are my life would be over. I got down and started undoing his pants still
hoping he would not wake up when I started sucking his cock. I managed to
get his pants open his prick out without waking him. I was happy to see
that his dick was circumcised as I cannot imagine going through the same
problem I have with Joe with this filthy man. As I get closer to his prick,
I was overwhelmed by the stench of stale urine and unwashed flesh. I looked
at Joe, and he nodded that I should continue. The taste his cock was not as
bad as I expected not nearly as bad as Joe's on that first day. I felt a
thrill to be sucking a grown man's cock for the first time as it hardened
in my mouth. It was as long as Joe's, but wider like Doug's. Going up and
down on it, I felt drunk stirring. He woke up to find a small boy sucking
his dick. At first, it seemed like he was going to push me away, but as he
became more conscious, he grabbed my head to make sure I could not stop. He
began pushing my head down on his prick. He pushed the past my gag point
in. I was powerless to stop it.  He was using my mouth for his
pleasure. Soon I felt his prick invading my throat. He began bucking up and
down fucking my throat. He soon shot off down my gullet, but not quick
enough to keep me from yakking all over his prick. He screamed obscenities
at me and released my head. My having gotten his prick out of my throat was
the only thing that saved me from drowning in my own vomit. It took me a
moment to recover my breath, but Joe pulled me up. He kicked the drunk,
knocking him back as he had grabbed for me. The drunk then got up again as
we top the stairs, but is open pants dropped to his knees and tripped
him. By the time we got to the end of the alley, Joe was laughing his head
off about the drunk fucking my throat and me yakking all over the drunk. I
didn't think it was so funny still trying to catch my breath, but excited
to.
    It was the last week of school. Doug's parents were moving away to a
better neighborhood, and we would not see each other when the school term
was over. Joe was going to be at the new school with me, and I would face
his blackmail again, but he was going to spend his summer on his
grandfather's farm.
    It was Monday, the week following the encounter with the old drunk. I
didn't want to go back to the alley, but Joe insisted swearing that if the
drunk was there, we would leave.
    When we got there, the drunk was not there, but Joe's older brother
was. It was senior skip week and Joe had told him about the cock sucker he
enjoyed every day. John had come and chased out the drunk, but expected
payment for services rendered. I bowed to the inevitable, took my shirt off
and blew all three of them knowing there were only a couple more days of
school.
    The next day John was there again, but he brought his friend Bill. As
we started, John was on the steps, and I was again on my knees between his
legs his dick in my mouth. Bill was behind me watching. He said, "I can't
believe you haven't popped this little queer piggy's ass cherry yet," and
started to pull down my pants.
    When I started to try to get up to get away from him, John grabbed my
head and shoulders holding me in place. I tried to fight them off, but Joe
joined in the hold my arms. By this time, Bill had my pants down to my
knees my naked butt sticking up for the entire world to see. He wet his
fingers in his mouth and tried to get one up my butt. I kept trying to keep
him out and moving this way and that. He reached his other hand around and
grabbed my little penis, which had begun to grow hard during these suck
sessions, to control me better. I stopped fighting. He was able to get one
finger in me and moved it in and out, which wasn't too bad, but the second
finger hurt from the stretching. I was crying when he tried to put his dick
inside me. His was easily the largest among the four of them. He tried for
several minutes before giving up. I thought I was safe. Then he said, "Joe,
your dick is the thinnest here. Why don't you open this piggy up for us?
Make him squeal!""
    Joe spit on the head of his dick in my asshole. I was surprised how
easily it went in. I could not believe I was being fucked just like those
women in Doug's father's magazines. I did not have long to think about it
is John reminded me that I was supposed to be sucking his dick too. I was
soon bouncing between them with Joe driving me into John's dick and back
out as he pulled back. The brothers work me like that for several
minutes. Soon Joe was shooting off deep inside of me. When he pulled out
trailing his spunk with the head of his dick, I felt empty, but not for
long.
    Bill was back in me and my little butthole offered no resistance this
time. "You got his ass cherry.  He will always know that you fucked him",
said Bill.  No sooner was he in and pounding away than John started cumming
in my mouth. After the adventure with the drunk I seem to be able to take
them deeper into my mouth almost to my throat. John was so deep that is
jizm went straight into my throat, and I didn't gag. Doug took his place.
    With Doug in my mouth, Bill started hammering away at my asshole going
as deep and as hard as he could. "See, I told you he was a piggy," said
Bill.  My dick got harder. He was hitting a spot that sent what felt like
an electric shock down my prick. Soon it was pulsing and shooting out
liquid spurts as I came for the first time. Doug spludged in my mouth, and
I struggled to swallow it while enjoying the taste of his sweet jizm.  Bill
was the only one still in me, and he was enjoying pulling me this way and
that like a rag doll on his big prick. I could feel him let go deep in
me. I thought at first he was pissing inside me because it seemed to go on
forever thrust after thrust, but finally, it was over. I lay upon the steps
exhausted as they put their clothes back together and left me there.
    The next day was last day of school, and we were dismissed
early. Again, John and Bill were waiting. This time they had me strip
naked. John was the first in my butt and Joe was in my mouth. I was their
sex toy to do as they wanted, but now I was hoping that they would make me
cum again. Both got off fairly quickly, and Bill was at my ass almost at
once. This time it didn't hurt at all. Doug was offering his dick my mouth,
but my mind was on the 9-inch dick in my ass. It was again sending pulses
through my dick that ended in my shooting cum all over the steps. John and
Joe laughed at me and said "the piggy must enjoy being a queer". Bill again
seemed to shoot gallons inside me. Joe wanted a turn in my ass as he was
hard again. After Bill, I hardly felt him. It took longer for him to shoot
off in the mess that was already up my butt.
    When he shot off, he, John, and Bill left joking about their own
private piggy fag. Bill said it was better than having to go out to the
truck stop on the highway for a blowjob.
    Doug had stuck around. We had hardly spoken in the last few days and
his parents for moving at the weekend. He hemmed and hawed, but the upshot
was he wanted to try fucking my ass too. Doug and I had been friends since
we were three years old, and I was probably never going to see him again. I
got back down my knees and gave my ass to him. I never wanted him to forget
me. It took him a little while to cum again, but he seemed to have really
enjoyed it. We said our good-byes as I dressed.
    With Doug moving and the others gone for the summer, where was I going
to find more dicks to suck?