You have to be careful how you answer some questions or at least make sure you understand what is being asked. The question in my case was answered based on the knowledge of an eighteen year old k**; not knowing what was really implied or how it would change my perception of sex. The question has also brought about many of the stories that I write -- many of them being true fantasy built on the situation that was presented to me with the question -- trying in a way to recapture that moment when everything changed; well, at least the way I looked at sex.
It was a day similar to many other days since I'd turned eighteen, starting when I woke up sometime around 1:00 in the afternoon at my friend Kenny's house. Kenny and I had hung out the previous night after I got off work at 10:00. The two of us had each taken a hit of ecstasy and smoked an awful lot of pot; which is a vacation for me, since I didn't have the money to spend on d**gs and Kenny -- coming from a wealthy f****y with parents that give him anything he wants, including money -- always seemed to have the best of everything -- including hard d**gs and marijuana.
After getting up, I put on the same clothes I'd been wearing the night before when I'd left work -- they were the only clothes I had with me -- and drove home to get ready for my shift that day. My mom, bless her overbearing heart, had washed one of my other uniforms. This allowed me to take a shower without worrying if I had a uniform that was clean enough to go to work and not get hassled by my manager.
Friday evenings were always my long shift of the week and I wasn't scheduled off until 2:00 a.m. since I had to help clean the place and get it ready for the next day. After closing at 1:00 a.m., the only thought I had was getting done with my side work and getting the hell out of there; which ended up being forty minutes later when our manager let everyone leave early -- I think he had a date or something - but this was a rare occurrence on his part.
The only thing I had to look forward to was one of the two ecstasy tabs Kenny had given me -- since he wasn't going to be around -- before I left his house earlier that day. As I started my piece of crap car, I downed a tab with the Coke I'd poured just before leaving work and sat for a moment thinking that I didn't really want to go home (where have you been thinking of going all day) and headed to the one place I knew would still be open -- the only place beside home, that I could get into at this time of night -- the Adult Bookstore I had been going to off and on since turning eighteen.
The back parking area -- where everyone going into the bookstore parked -- was pretty much deserted, except for a blue '70s Chevy van parked near the back entrance and an old green Cadillac (fishing trawler) backed into a stall halfway between the rear entrance and the end of the building.
The bookstore was situated in an area of town that had once been known for a lot of distribution businesses; wholesale flowers and fruit, clothe distributers and even an egg company that I tried to get a part time job at a few years back while I was in high school. Now most of the businesses were closed or greatly reduced in size, and none -- except the bookstore which stayed open 24 hours a night -- we're doing well economically. So there wasn't usually much traffic in the area, unless it was around the bookstore.
As usual, I parked in the last stall furthest away from the entrance, so I could pull out the back alley right onto the main road which had quick access to the freeway. The space behind the store was about the size of a small country road that opened up into ten or so parking spaces. There was a chain link fence that marked the boundaries of the property and on the other side of the fence was an open field running back about a hundred yards to a river where some of the towns homeless camped out.
Many times after leaving the bookstore early in the morning and driving across the bridge that spanned the river, I'd seen a few small fires burning along one of the banks of the river and wondered about the person -- or persons -- that were camped near that fire. We're they happy? Did they hang down there most of the time or were they just stopping for a couple days before they moved on. Was it a full f****y or just...(there's someone in that car) I was walking toward the entrance of the store and just passing the green Cadillac when I noticed the glow of a cigarette. Through the front windshield, I could see the outline of someone in the driver's seat.
For some reason, I always get a nervous reaction when there is someone else in the parking lot at the same time as me (keep your head up) and found myself shoving my hands into my pockets and starring down at the ground. It didn't help that the ecstasy was starting to kick in and I even tripped a little as I walked (get a grip) and had to slow down to keep from falling. I heard the familiar sound of an electric car window lowering.
"Hey, buddy..." it was a male voice coming from the car, "...hey, dude...hey..."
"Yeah?" I said as I turned around trying to stay steady on my feet.
"Hey man, you cool?" His question didn't make a lot of sense to me.
"Cool?" I asked, wishing I could lean against something.
"Yeah, man...um...you know...can you smoke a joint?" He said the magic "word," because smoking pot would just intensify my high.
"Yeah...I smoke..." I walked over to his car -- if I wasn't high, I probably wouldn't have approached him so openly-- and put my hand on the roof to steady myself, "you have some pot?"
"Cool, dude..." he motioned with his hand, "come on around and let me get you high."
Again, if I was sober, I couldn't imagine that I would get into a car with someone I didn't know, but I was feeling the d**gs and it did have a tendency to loosen me up. It actually felt more like a dream then real life as I walked over and opened the passenger door; I melted into the seat.
It took a few attempts to close the door. On the first try I missed the door handle and my hand grabbed nothing as it flew through the air. The second time I was able to grab the handle, but pulling it closed was another matter as it pulled halfway and then sprang back open; third time was the charm.
"Looks like you're already a little high, friend." He took a puff of his cigarette and flicked it out his window as the smoke slid out of his mouth.
"Yeah, I am." I punched him on the arm and laughed. He looked a little surprised by my forward action -- and even I couldn't believe I just did that -- but he laughed.
"Why don't we pull into the alley over here where it might be a more private place for you to smoke my joint?" (For me?) it seemed he was thinking (to smoke) the dark alley would shield us better from anyone (his joint?) driving into the parking lot and I shook my head in agreement.
The ally that he spoke of was one of the ways to drive out and exit the back parking lot -- it was the way I usually exited, but I think most people went out the other way -- so he had to park with my side of the car just a few inches away from the building so if another car did use the alley, they could pass us as they went out. It reminded me that I had driven out this way and seen cars parked in the alley as I slowly went out -- trying not to hit the other car -- I'd always wondered why they'd park in the alley instead of the back parking lot.
"You know," he turned toward me as he spoke, "this is a special joint I have for you and it's only going to intensify the high you've already got going. So you ready to smoke a joint." He placed his arm on the back of my seat.
"Yeah...um sure...let's smoke it." I was a little confused when he said "special."
"Oh, you know it...," he reached down and started to undue his pants -- at first I thought he was reaching into his pocket for the joint or something -- (what the fuck is he doing) -- as I watched stunned because it dawned on me that he was pulling down his pants, "uhh...one of us is going to smoke a joint." He grunted a little as he got his pants down past his knee and laughed. (What's so goddamned funny?).
"Wa..wait a min...minute..." I backed away against the passenger door as he now lifted his ass off his seat allowing himself to also pull his underwear down in one motion, "...what the fuck...wait...what the fuck are you doing..."
"Oh, we won't be fucking," he laughed as he now stroked his freed dick, "at least not tonight. But, you did say you wanted to smoke a joint, didn't you?"
The passenger door, blocked by the wall of the store, was out, so I tried to scramble over the seats and get to the rear door; he caught me by my coat and yanked me back into the passenger seat and held me pinned against it with his right arm. He leaned into me (his pants are down) and his lips were on mine (fuck, he's kissing you) and his tongue parted my lips as I tried to pull out of his grasp, but couldn't (he tastes like cigarettes).
"That's it, man," he stopped kissing me, "fight a little, baby, but you're going to get some cock tonight. Come on, dude, this is going to be a fat joint...probably fatter than you're used to...," he grabbed my hand and pulled it down between his legs and placed it on his dick, "yeah, baby, stroke it a little." I quickly moved my hand away. "Oh, you like to play hard to get; that's sweet, baby."
His lips were back on mine and his tongue was in my mouth as he hungrily kissed my face. The amazing thing -- and there's no doubt it was the ecstasy making me feel this way -- was how when his tongue pressed against mine (the contact) and our tongues touched -- his tongue dancing around in my mouth -- there was something pleasurable about it; (fuck, you're kissing a man) his tongue rummaging around in my mouth made my heart beat rapidly as I felt an adrenalin rush.
He stopped kissing me and sat back up in the driver's seat as I backed up against the passenger door trying to catch my breath. His dick was hard and the thought of it scared the hell out of me. (You touched it) this wasn't what I wanted but how was I going to get out?
"You know, my mother once told me the way into any pretty young girls heart, was all in the way you kissed them." What the fuck was he talking about?
"I'm not a girl...man, and you lured me into your car by saying we were going to smoke some pot." I could hear the nervous unsteadiness of my voice and I hated it; hated him for scaring me like this.
"Oh, you may not be a girl, but you're just as pretty as some girls I've met and," he was now looking at me -- with that monster raging between his legs -- and his presence was overbearing, "you said you wanted to smoke my joint." ( He calls his dick "a joint?) he knew I was thinking pot.
"I didn't say I wanted to smoke ... a ... anything...I...I..." I was lost and confused, but I hoped I could talk him out of what he wanted me to do.
"Maybe you just need another kiss, baby." With that, I crawled hard against the passenger side door -- a kiss was something I didn't need (or want) or want -- fuck, I just wanted out of his car. "Or maybe, you'd like to kiss something else?" With that, he looked down at his dick and back up at me with a smile; a smile that brought chills.
"Fuck you...fuck...fuck you..." I knew that was the wrong thing to say as soon as I said it, but I was so high I couldn't think of anything else; then I managed to come up with, "...you can't make me do this." I guess that was wrong too as his smile was gone and his eyes narrowed until I couldn't see the whites anymore.
"You will want this...you do want this..." his smile slowly returned, "...but I can also make you do this." His voice didn't display anger, but instead it was calm and patient; that scared me more.
On the other side of the car, I sat bewildered that this was really happening to me. Here I had wanted to spend a few hours after work doing something nasty, but not with someone else; well not with another guy. So I sat there sizing him up and even trying to size up the situation I was now stuck in.
In high school I played baseball for two seasons as a pitcher, and although I was tall -- at just a little over six feet-- I was still lanky and only weighed at my highest 154 pounds. Even having worked out -- and still working out -- my body just stayed toned but I wasn't a big muscular guy. Once or twice I'd been told that I had a young -- almost feminine -- look and not the masculine face -- or body -- that I had always wanted.
He sat there watching me as he started to stroke his cock again. He wasn't much taller than me, but he was masculine. His face was hard and his arms were big; so was his dick. (He's going to make you suck him off) and the thought of his dick in my mouth both excited and scared me (excited?). His eyes closed for a few seconds and I dove over the back seat again, but he was on me just as fast as the first time.
"You aren't going to win this one." He said as he pushed me back into the passenger seat, "You might as well get that straight." He was back into his seat with that monster really raging -- between his legs -- and now in his eyes.
"Please...I don't...I can't do this..." I was back against the passenger's door.
"Oh, you will." He laughed as he reached over and grabbed me by my shoulders with both hands, "Matter of fact, I'm tired of waiting." He pulled me over and I didn't resist -- I knew I wasn't as strong as he was and I was still too high.
"I don't...I don't know wha...to do." My voice was hardly a whisper.
"Don't you worry your pretty head," he actually rubbed my face with his hands and looked into my eyes as he talked to me, "I'll tell you what to do, OK?" He was calm and patient again, as if he was just helping out a friend with a difficult task (you know what he wants you to do) and I shook my head to respond. "Ok, good," he reached down and let his seat tilt back as he positioned himself so his dick was exposed, "now, reach down and stroke my cock...just like you do when you jack off." His voice was so calm and patient that he actually sounded unpleasant.
My hand didn't wrap completely around his dick -- partly because it was so thick, but mostly because I was afraid to touch him -- and even though I was aware of what I was doing, it somehow didn't seem real. He sighed as I gingerly rubbed the tip -- I couldn't bring myself to really grab a hold -- and still he closed his eyes and put his head back. Then he reached over and put his hand on the back of my neck -- rubbing it gently at first -- and his grip was firm as he pulled my head over and down to his lap.
"Open your mouth now," my face was just an inch or so from his cock and I let go of his dick as he pulled me closer, "and let me feed you this cock."
Staring at his dick, right in front of my face, I could see that it was leaking fluid out of the tip; this was new to me and I didn't really understand precum, but I didn't want his dick in my mouth anyway. At first I tried to pull back, but it was no use -- his grip was too strong -- and he pulled my face into him and the tip was on my lips (fuck).
"Bitch, open your fuckin' mouth," his voice scared the shit out of me (motherfucker ain't calm anymore) so I opened my mouth, "and take my fuckin' dick." And I got the tip of it.
The precum didn't have a taste that I remember, but my tongue felt his peeslit and the fluid that was leaking out. (Shit, his cock is in your mouth) both of his hands were now on the back of my head pushing down hard -- forcing me to take more of his cock -- and I wanted so much for this to be over. He let out a low moan as more cock slid into my mouth and I put my hands against his stomach and tried to push him away, but he just push down with more f***e and I couldn't fight him anymore.
"That's it, baby, now you're learning," I was accepting his cock and letting him push more in, " yeah, take that cock."
There was the sound of a car slowly driving past us in the alley and he stopped pushing and held my head in place on his cock. When he eased up, I lifted my head up and let his cock fall from my mouth as I tried to sit back up in my seat. The car was pulling past us; he grabbed my head and pushed me down until it was flat on his leg.
"Don't sit up." I could hear the car pull in front of us and stop as I watched his dick twitching up and down right in front of me, "Fuck, they're parking." He wasn't expecting anyone this time of the morning and I was hoping this might put an end to my misadventure.
There was the sound of a car door opening and movement of more than one person -- voices as they exited -- and then footsteps walking toward us.
"Fuck, this guy's getting some." The voice was muffled because the windows were up. "Hey, buddy, do you share." I could hear a couple of guy's muffled laughs in response.
My guess was that they would leave and go in the bookstore and not really be of much help to me, but then I heard the electric window lower and could tell that they were still there. When the window was all the way down, I sat up in my seat; hoping this might be my chance to get out of here.
"What's up guys?" He asked looking out at them.
"Looks like you're up," it was the same guy that was talking before, "and I guess we're spoiling it."
"Not a problem," he grabbed my necked and pulled me toward him again, "and he's not going anywhere."
"Please...make him..." I looked up as I talked and saw three guys probably in their mid to late thirties, "stop."
"Looks like you've got a reluctant one there." One of the guys laughed, "I love it when they fight a little."
"Yeah, but he's learning," he pushed my face into his lap as he talked, "to eat cock, aren't you?" More laughter -- this time from outside and inside the car -- and the situation was becoming hopeless. "Now open your mouth again, baby."
These guys weren't going to help me -- why should I think they would --after all, they were going to an adult bookstore together. Still, I looked at them with desperation -- I knew I wasn't going to win this one, but I hoped they might still take pity. They just laughed at the situation I was in and offered no help. So, I did the only thing I had left and opened my mouth (fuck, you planning on sucking them all off) and was resigned to what I couldn't stop.
He pushed down on the back of my head again, but I just let his cock slide in until I couldn't take anymore -- the d**gs were effecting me and the experience became less real -- then I lifted my head until just his tip was once again in my mouth. There was something erotic about the whole thing, but at my young age --and lack of experience -- I didn't exactly realize my feelings and thought it was the d**gs; my cock was beating in my pants and my heart was racing, but I still thought it was the d**gs.
"You mind if we get some sloppy seconds?"
"Not at all guys..." I heard him hit the automatic door lock to unlock all the doors, "...the back seat should accommodate all of you."
The cock in my mouth seemed huge, but I had never had cock before, so I didn't really have anything to compare it to (you will soon with those three climbing in the backseat). The car rock a little as the three guys climbed in, and his hips came forward as I moved my head down taking more and letting him feed me his dick.
Soon he was face fucking me-- his hips moving forward to greet my mouth -- pushing down on my head --then his hips moved back -- letting up on the pressure so I could move back to just the tip of his dick. As the face fucking became faster, I could hear the guys in the back seat joking and laughing about the good cock sucking and how they couldn't wait for their turn.
"That's it, baby, now rub my balls while you suck me." I had one hand on his left hip and the other holding his inner thigh; my hand slid down from his thigh and between his legs until I was holding his fat nuts. (He's moaning) his balls were warm in my hand, and as I rubbed them he let out moans, but it didn't stop him from continuing to ram his cock into my face. He pumped his dick in and out of my mouth and I was now doing something that I'd also thought strange; taking a another guys dick -- that was strange -- but now I was just accepting that it was happening and there wasn't anything that I could do about it. Then I thought (he's going to cum in your mouth) about taking his cum and I could feel myself panicking again.
The only dick I'd ever touched in my life was my own. The only sex I'd ever witnessed was in magazines or video's I picked up at the bookstore. My own cum was enough -- I'd shoot a lot when I jacked off -- and I always thought my first sexual experience would be with a girl; I'd never considered sucking someone's cock. Now the thought of him shooting his cum in my mouth mortified me, but what could I do at this point?
"Fuck, deep throat that bitch." It was a voice from the backseat and although I'd never heard the term, I was pretty sure what it meant.
He'd already pushed his cock deep into my mouth, but it wasn't until he heard the guy in the back that he pushed my head and held me on his cock. The pressure he was exacting -- trying to make me take more -- made his cock push against the my back of my throat and I didn't think I could take it.
"Relax your fuckin' throat." He wasn't asking, "Come on...take it...take my fuckin' cock...come on...take that dick." Was he trying to impress the guys in the back?
There was more laughter from the three guys as I tried to take him. His cock was inching into my throat and he still wasn't all the way in. It felt bigger as it was going in and I started to gag; my throat was now trying to fight him off and he finally pulled my head all the way off of his dick; I was breathing in air as hard as I could.
"OK...now you've had a rest," he looked down at me as he spoke, "now you take everything I feed you and as much as I want you to take. You gag again and I'm not letting you up...you understand." He was also breathing heavy and I shook my head to respond that I understood.
How do you not do something that you've never tried not to do before? How do you not gag when you're being f***ed to swallow something that is too big to swallow? (You've got to focus) my mind was filled with fear as I was about to have that dick again. (What to do?) instead of waiting for him to f***e me again, I decided to take control of the situation; maybe if I was more in control of what I was doing --it wouldn't be full control, I knew that -- I might get a better handle on this.
My mouth was back on his dick before he even started to push me toward it -- I took him deep and could feel the tip once more pushing down my throat -- and as I let myself go and relaxed -- and he was easing in with more of his dick in my mouth and down my throat. My new fear was that I might be starting to enjoy sucking him; at least more than I was before -- more of his cock was pushing in but I was able to take it and it felt good as it filled me. Even though I knew I'd have to take his cum, I was -- I wouldn't say enjoying -- but becoming more comfortable with it.
Breathing heavy out of my nose, as it was now buried into his bush, I got a nostril full of his musky sent every time I inhaled. He pushed harder on the top of my head as he fucked his hips into my face with his dick buried in my throat. His breath was coming in deep gulps as he continued to fuck my face with everything he could give me. My hand was still rubbing his balls and I felt them tense up in my hand (he's going to cum) and I knew it was close. My heart raced with the fear of the unknown; the unexpected.
"Ah...ahhh...ahhh..." he continued to fuck my face, "Oh yeah...don't stop...I'm gonna cum inside your mouth..." I knew this was going to happen, but when I heard him say it, the fear was too much and I tried to think of something else, "...that's it ,baby...oh fuck...yeah...oh, oh, god..." (shit, when does it happen?) his voice let me know it was close, but it seemed like forever and I just wanted it to be over.
"Damn that bitch can suck." It was from the back again and I could imagine them all peering over the seat watching me eat his dick.
There are certain memories that you have from every experience in life. How when you hear a certain song it can conjure up certain smells and events from the past. There was a song playing on the radio -- I didn't even think much about it at the time -- yet every time I hear it now, I go back to that cock in my mouth. The radio wasn't even up that loud -- he must have turned it down when I got in the car -- but as his dick was filling my throat and my nose was now buried into his bush getting all his musky smells at once -- taking his entire cock deep throat -- I heard that familiar riff that begins "The Weight" by the band.
"I pulled into Nazareth; I was feelin' about half past dead, I just need some place where I can lay my head." At the time, I didn't even really hear the song; but I did hear it.
When I hear that song today, I think about his smell and that cock down my throat and I can get turned on all over again; except I understand it better now. That song can actually make me long for a hard cock in my mouth, but the thing I remember most when I hear that song is his cum and how it tasted; that it too had a smell and that song reminds me of that exhilarating smell.
"Oh shit...yeah....I'm going to cum in your mouth....here it comes....fuck....I'm...cummm...ing...suck it..." and with that, I got my first taste of cum.
He had pulled his dick out until just the tip was in my mouth and held my head still as his fluid left his balls and came out of his pee-slit. The first shot was just a little dribble of cum that flowed out and across my tongue. The taste was slightly bitter, but not unpleasant; it was almost sweet and sour at the same time (you're tasting cum).
The first bit of cum was swallowed before he released what was almost more than I could take in my mouth -- the song hit the chorus "Take a load off Fanny, and take a load for free" -- and It was thick and I even choked a little but managed to swallow it. Then I was lost in a wave of cum -- some that spilled out the corner of my mouth -- some that I swallowed. "And, and, andddd, they put the whole load on me."
Yes, cum has a smell -- almost intoxicating -- and a taste that I will always remember; its taste is like nothing I had ever experienced. As it flowed out, all I could do was react and swallow it the best I could. His body jerking as his dick continued to spasm in my mouth and spill out more cum.
"Fuck, he's catching his nut." It was someone in the back again.
"Oh... Shit...eat my cum...ahhh...ahhh." Hearing him get off sent me into a dream like state -- brought on by the intensity of my high and his cum filling my mouth -- it was almost like I wasn't doing it, but instead I was watching a video of it happening.
Even though it was me sucking hard on the tip of his dick -- mainly not wanting to spill anymore cum out of my mouth -- and me that I heard gulping his cum as I swallowed it; still, it was surreal and almost like a dream. My focus was just on sucking him off now and taking his cum. If his hands were still on my head, I wasn't aware of them --I was lost in the moment and the moment was more than I could have imagined it to be -- I'm sure I was still rubbing his balls, but again it didn't register. His body continued to jerk as more cum flowed from his cock -- another large amount, but I wanted it all -- and I stuck my tongue into his pee-slit just to make sure I tasted the cum as it now flowed out.
It was probably just instinct -- of some kind -- that made me pull hard from the base of his cock and run my hand up to just below his mushroomed dickhead,; milking the last drops of cum out. He quivered as I ran my tongue around the tip -- just a small trickle of cum, but his body convulsed violently -- and sucked the last bit of cum.
"Shit, that bitch knows what he's doing." Again from the back of the car as the last drops of fluid came out of his dick.
He was going limp in my mouth but I didn't want it to end (there's still three more dicks) and the thought of what might be yet to come (or cum) brought me back to earth. Could I really do this again (to three guys)-- his cock slipped from my mouth and I saw it glistening with my saliva and realized the severity of this to me -- my heart raced thinking what was in store (you ate cum) and I was both excited and scared again. Excited thinking about that moment I was in as he came in my mouth and scared thinking that I had sucked a guy's cock and there were three more waiting.
This is something I can't tell my friends -- especially not Kenny -- not if I want to continue to have friends. They'd never understand how I could have allowed this to happen without a big fight; my friends are big and much bigger than I am and I'm sure they would have fought this guy off; but me?
"Hey, guys, I've got to get going," it was my friend that had just got off in my mouth, "you don't mind doing this with him in your car do you?" He was buttoning his pants like it wasn't any big deal that his dick was just in my mouth (his fuckin' dick).
"No, it's actually got more room and we might need the extra space." It was the guy that had first spoke outside of the car -- and I realized that he had been speaking for the three of them the whole time -- I looked at them and they were all laughing, and I'm not sure if it was the expression on my face, but the guy then asked, "Hey, buddy, you're not going to leave us hanging are you?"
The gravity of what I'd just done -- let this guy do to me -- was hitting me. The buzz from the ecstasy was intense, but I still couldn't believe the position I'd gotten myself into; maybe in a few days I would be able to accept doing this with one guy, but three more was impossible. The guy I'd just sucked off had already pulled up his pants and now opened his door to get out -- the guys in the back were pulling up their pants (had they been jacking off while they watched me) and I dove out of the car pushing the driver out of the way. It was a desperate act that caused me and the driver (my new "friend") to sprawl to the ground. It was also a desperate act when I tried to scramble to my feet but found myself being grabbed and pulled back to the ground.
"Hey, baby..." I couldn't believe he called me "baby," just like you'd say to someone you loved intimately (oh he's loved you intimately) and held me to the ground, "you going somewhere." (Fuck, he's already gotten off, so what does he care).
The backdoor of the car pushed open and I could hear the hurried shuffling of the three men coming out. It was multiple hands that grabbed and pulled me to my feet. It was multiple hands that pushed me up against the side of the car where I'd just had my first real sexual lesson. It was one voice that whispered in my ear; the voice of my new "friend" yet to cum.
"Hey, sweetie," another word for someone you might love (he's going to love you) and it was his voice that sent a chill through me, "you forget about us? Now you can have this one of two ways," he turned me to face him and I could see eyes that scared me more than his voice, "you get us off nicely or you get us off rough...but either way, you're going to get us off." He released his hold on me and so did the other guys and as I stood there he started to walk in the direction of the car they parked earlier, but he turned back toward me as he walked, "You coming?"
The car was actually a van; the old blue'70s van that had been parked out back of the bookstore when I was about to enter earlier (before you took this detour). It had little moon windows in the back and as all of three of the guys turned their backs on me and walked toward the van (RUN...fuckin' run) the thought of trying to get away crossed my mind again, but I wasn't sure if they were expecting me to do that and then when they caught me they would give it to me rough -- or did they want me to go willingly with them; then it was me doing it and I think that they really wanted me to act more willing and eager to suck cock.
Walking, or more like shuffling, toward the van, I looked back and saw the other guy getting into his car (you could make it) and wished someone would drive down the alley -- I really wished for a police car -- but there was nothing. (Just take off) and I did think of trying to take off again, but then I turned back and all three of them were watching me.
"Maybe you can make it," it was my soon to be new "friend" as he was opening the back of the van, "but I bet you don't want to really make it do you?" The last guy stopped walking as his friend spoke and even moved back in my direction.
"If I said I didn't want it," I was still walking toward the van knowing I didn't have a way out, "would it make a difference?"
"Sure, we'd give it to you really hard and rough," there was that voice again; a voice that makes you think you don't want to get on this guy's bad side, "so are you saying you don't want to do this?"
"No...no...I'm sorry," and I was sorry and hoping this wouldn't get any worse than it already was, "I want to do this." (Yeah, you do) this was never anything I'd wanted to do, but now I knew what was going to happen -- I thought -- and if I could just get through this, I would never let this happen again.
The guy in the Cadillac drove by us so close that I had to stand in front of the van -- the third guy was already in the van -- and I had a perfect opportunity to run (RUN) but the fear of being caught scared me too much; I stood there and waited. His window was down as he drove past and he shouted out something that sounded like "Have fun." Fun? Yeah this will be fun, but for whom?
As I approached the open side door of the van, even though it was dark inside, I could see the first guy had stripped nearly naked (this is sex) and his buddies were doing the same (do I have to get naked). The van had two seats in the front and a small seat in the back against the left side. The back of the van was elevated like a bed and what appeared to be some kind of shag carpeting (shag).
The first guy was muscular with a body that any guy would like to have but I could see that his friends were a little more soft and the third guy even had a bit of a beer belly. They all were hard -- the first guy had a long fat dick, the second guy was slender and not as long (still could be hard to take all the way) and the last guy had a small dick (his won't be any trouble to take). I sat in the seat in the back waiting for them to tell me what to do.
"Get naked man." The third guy shut the sliding side door as the first guy spoke.
It wasn't what I wanted to do, but I wasn't going to object to anything I was told by him either. Still, I moved slowly -- I'd never been naked in front of anyone except in the locker room at school; but never sexually -- and the first guy was watching me undress as he stroked his cock (god). My t-shirt came off first and my naked upper body got a reaction from the first guy.
"Umm...I love seeing a young body...don't you guys?" They laughed with him and my hands trembled as I undid my pants. "Oh, baby, why so nervous?" More laughter.
After kicking off my shoes, I was able to pull my pants down to my ankles, but they got tangled as I lifted my left leg to remove them and I fell over onto the elevated bed and the second guy caught me in his arms. He looked down at me -- his eyes didn't look as hard; the gaze was almost loving -- and he pulled me up and gently kissed me. To my own amazement, I put my arms around his neck and willingly let his tongue go in my mouth. Someone was pulling off my pants and underwear, but I let myself fall into his kiss -- kissing was something I could get used to (yeah, kissing a dude) -- and then I felt hands pulling me away from him.
"Fuck man, you guy's going to be lovers?" It was the first guy and he didn't seem happy about his friend kissing me.
"Hey, he's kind of cute...sorry." It was the second guy talking -- no, apologizing.
There was something I liked about this guy -- and his kiss -- and I almost wished all of this had somehow just happened between the two of us. It probably would have been more loving and tender; yet, I knew it would never have happened unless I was f***ed.
Lying naked on my back -- I knew what they wanted --I didn't know how to act at this point, so I got up on my knees on the front of this elevated bed. The first guy was on his knees facing me and the other two guys were on their knees on either side of me. On my knees I waited for them to tell me what to do before I made a move.
"Alright, cocksucker," this was not the term used for a lover and his voice was not loving, "I want you on your back," as he spoke I laid down and started to move my legs toward him -- slid them under him -- but he shook his head, "no, dude, I want your head under me..." This made me hesitate for a minute -- I wasn't sure exactly what he meant -- he slapped my leg and said, "...lay with your fucking head under me..." his voice was angry; almost like he thought I was doing this to piss him off.
He pushed my legs aside and I got up and positioned my head under him. His balls hung right above my eyes and I could see the dick I'd have to suck; hard and vivacious above me as he put one hand down on my chest and grabbed his dick and pointed it to my mouth. There wasn't any more hesitation on my part and I opened my mouth and let his dick enter. Then he put both hands down on either side of my body -- near my hips -- as he leaned forward to push more of his dick into my mouth.
Without really thinking about it, I put my hands up around both of his ass cheeks. He grunted and pumped his body down and into my mouth, like someone doing pushups -- except, the top of his body didn't move with his hips-- and he just moved the tip of his dick gradually in and out -- slowly fucking my face -- then a little more pushed in -- and his grunts became a little louder. This was someone who'd done this before -- (to a female; maybe?)- and I was sure that he loved to make young guys suck him (that's why they bring the van) -- and I couldn't believe that I was starting to get turned on by the way he was feeding me his dick; which was extremely confusing to me.
"Oh yeah, baby..." we were back to lover terms, "uh...uh...uh...just like that...suck it...make me cum." And he had to remind me of what I'd tried to push to the back of my mind.
"Damn, motherfucker's dick is hard too." It was the third guy (the guy with the small dick) now on my right, "I think he's glad he didn't take off. He knows we're going to take good care of him." He laughed at his joke -- but no one else did - the guy fucking my face just grunted as he gave me long slow strokes in and out and I didn't know what the second guy was doing (there's a hand stroking your cock).
A little more cock went in with each stroke -- and I knew I'd soon have to take it all (just relax) and tried to focus with the thought of it entering my throat. Just as the tip of his dick was pushing against the opening to my throat, he gave a push forward until he was nearly laying flat on my face -- even though his upper body was pushed up by his arms --and his dick rushed deep into my throat. The sound I made was almost like a whimper -- almost -- but it wasn't; I had moaned and let out an "ummmm" several times as he laid into my face. His balls pushed against my nose and were squishing into my closed eyes and his smell (fuck). Oh to remember that smell.
There are times in life when you really think hard about what you're doing. Like when I was first learning a new song on the guitar and I had to think about every note that I was about to play. The thought -- or more correct; the focus -- that I had was just not to gag on his cock. Once he was in my throat there wasn't any more thinking; I just let it happen. There wasn't any thinking about his loud grunts, the guys that were waiting for a turn or even that he was eventually going to shoot his load into me. "Oh yeah man...take my...fuckin'...cock." His voice didn't sound nice or pleasant; he sounded angry, but I pushed those thoughts aside and took it all, "Uh...uh...uh...uh." Yeah, I took it because I was afraid that if I didn't and started to gag, it wouldn't have meant much to him; he probably would have got off on me gagging.
It is still amazing how the smell of a guy's musk is part of the rush when you suck a cock. Still to this day that smell is imbedded in my thoughts and although sometimes I wished this hadn't taken place, there are times I can get lost in remembering just those moments. When I couldn't control what he would do or make me do; that moment became everything to me. The taste of his cock -- oh yeah, cocks really do have a taste -- and the feel of it in my throat was all overwhelming; I was lost in another moment.
He was now deep in me (getting deep throated now) and even though he couldn't get any deeper, he gyrating his hips trying to push more cock into my throat. Humping and fucking my face with me just trying to hold onto his hips so I felt some sense of control. He grunted and moaned (that's you moaning) as my throat was becoming completely used by his invading cock.
My arms were now wrapped around his waist as I tried to get even more (dude, he's all the way in and you can't get any more than that) of that cock. Never having had sex before -- but having watched some pretty nasty shit (that was girls sucking guys) -- I was at this moment becoming nasty (fuck, like a slut?) Maybe.
Then he stopped pumping into my mouth and lay over onto his side letting his dick slide out-- I actually wanted it back in (fuck, what are you thinking...you want more) -- and moved his body around until he was straddling my chest.
"Come on dude," I lifted myself up on my arms not really understanding what he wanted me to do, "let me really fuck that pretty face of yours." As he spoke, he grabbed my head and his dick was back in my mouth.
He wasn't gentle this time (was he gentle before?) with his grip on my head or with the way he rammed his cock. All I could do was grab his hips and open my mouth. There wasn't any doubt that later I'd regret and struggle with my thoughts about this -- probably some night jacking off in bed hoping I could get past the desire and not go out looking for cock -- but at the moment, I couldn't help being turned on. His cock wasn't down deep into my throat but it would push into it and back out as he grunted and fucked my face. Then I started to think about it and I wanted him to cum. This time I hoped I'd be able to take it all (what the fuck is the matter with you) and the time was close.
"Ah...come on man...get ready for it..." I didn't know if my cock was still hard, but it felt hard, "yeah man...make me cum...in your...mouth...here it..." he didn't stop fucking my face, "cums."
The cum spurted out as he kept shoving his cock in and that made it hard to swallow. With one hand, I tried to push against his stomach so that he'd stop fucking my face and let me just focus on swallowing it, but he just kept thrusting his hips back and forth; I managed to get the first load. It had a slightly different taste than the first guy -- it wasn't better or worse; it was just different -- and unlike the first guy, his first load filled my mouth and I tried to swallow it fast because I was worried I'd soon be swimming in cum.
"uhhh...ohhh...fuck...yeah, baby...eat it" He said as his next load emerged from his dick and finally he stopped pumping and just held my head on the tip of his dick.
Now I could concentrate -- focus -- on his dick (his cum) and I was lost in it again. Connected to something that I couldn't tell to any of my friends -- to anyone -- and right at that moment, I wanted it and wanted it to not end. This is something I still can't understand -- the nastiness is more than I could ever imagine-- and yet I wanted it at that moment and I wanted it to be nasty sex. It all ends too soon and then the cock loses its erection; it's over.
You think that taking someone's cum in your mouth is something you can't do, but then you're doing it and you don't want it to end. It flows and you concentrate on swallowing it all and then it's just a small amount as his body jerks and quivers. You milk it until you think you've taken it all, but as it falls limp from your mouth there will still be fluid that continues to leak. All of this is something I didn't realize until I'd sucked a lot of cock.
Laying flat on my back I could see his flushed face and hear his breathing; hard gasps. His eyes didn't show love but they were softer looking now. Then he was off of me and the third guy was over me -- he was the smaller dick; I was getting a bit of a break -- and my mouth was open without thinking about what I had no way to fight.
It was much easier to take this small dick, but for some reason it was also a disappointment. He was getting off -- his moan's confirmed that for me -- with his cock in my mouth, but it didn't give me as much of a thrill as I'd had sucking the first two cocks. It made me think about it too much. The regret that I had -- and would have -- for already sucking two guys off and eating their cum (and getting turned on by it). Still, this wasn't the worst thing to have happen. He was slowly moving his cock in and out of my mouth when I felt it.
It was the second guy and he first just rubbed my ass, but then I felt a finger pushing into my asshole. It wasn't hard to take because he had some type of lube on his finger, but it was uncomfortable and made me squirm wanting him to stop.
"Just relax man." He was still pushing his finger into my hole, "I'm just going to loosen you up with a few fingers before I fuck you." (What? Fuck me?) it was bad enough that they put their dicks in my mouth, but in my ass?
It wasn't easy at first -- it was just too uncomfortable having this guy sticking his finger in my ass -- but I focused more on the dick in my mouth and let him do what he wanted. His finger slid in as he massaged deeper, and to my horror, it started to feel good. Then he had two fingers in and I heard myself moan -- and it wasn't because of the dick in my mouth -- and then it was three fingers pushing deep and hard.
(He's going to fuck you) and now it was something new to be freaked out about. He continued to push his three fingers in and now I was squirming around again, but this time it was because I liked the feel of it. Sliding in and spreading my asshole open wider to accept his rapid finger fuck. Then he pulled his fingers out of my ass and I wanted him to put them back in so bad (you are fucked up); there was still a dick fucking my mouth -- and I had lost focus on it -- and now there was cum that I hadn't expected.
"Ohhhh...god...yeah, yes, yes." His fluid gushed and I choked but swallowed it.
The cum wasn't the same and maybe because I'd been distracted and not able to get into like before. He also came quick -- which was just as well, because he and his cock wasn't much of a turn on -- and when he finally was out of my mouth and rolling off and onto his side, I was glad and just wanted to suck the last guy off and be done with it. (You've sucked off three guys and now you just want to suck off the last guy and be done with it) it wasn't going to be that easy though. He -- the last guy -- first put my right leg over his shoulder (oh shit, no he isn't) and then my left leg.
"No...please...I'll suck your dick if you want." He was rubbing lube on his dick as I talked and begged him to let me suck his dick; here I was begging someone to fuck my face instead of my ass.
"It's OK, baby," it was the first guy again; "you'll love it just like you loved sucking cock." I did understand, but that was my biggest fear.
He rubbed his dickhead slowly around my asshole and then gently pushed it against the hole. At first it was OK, but as he started to push in, and open the hole, the pain was too much. It was unbearable and I knew I couldn't take this until he came.
"Please...please stop...I can't do this." My ass hurt and more than even the cock sucking, I didn't want him to do this.
"Yes you can. Take it like a man." He had his hands on the top of my legs and was pulling me toward him, "Let your legs relax on my shoulders and it will feel better as it goes in...you took cock into your mouth like a man and you can take this like a man too." (Like a man?) Fuck him, this was too much.
Still, I let my legs relax -- as much as I could -- but it still hurt as I felt it inching into my ass. He didn't f***e it -- like I imagine the first guy would have done -- trying to let me get used to his dick going in me. The more he pushed, the more I wanted it to end. The hole of my ass was opened wide and his dickhead had pushed past through the hole and the pain was increasing. (God, I just want this to be over) thank god, he was still going slowly but at this rate it was going to take forever, unless he came quick like his friend.
"That's it man...come on...you can take it...just give in to it and you'll like it." That was easy for him to say, because it wasn't his ass being ripped open.
With my legs over his shoulders -- this position lifted my ass into the air -- I could actually see his dick going in my ass. It was just past the head of his cock (fuck, his cock is too long) and I didn't think I could take anymore. Then he slowly backed his cock out and it felt a little better than it had. This time as he pushed the head back in, the pain wasn't the same -- it was still uncomfortable, but easier to take -- and it actually slid in easier. More of his cock was in me than before, but this time he didn't pull out (god, I can feel him going in my ass) but pushed in a little harder -- still slow -- and I could see it sliding in deeper than the first time.
It was strange taking cock into my mouth, but this was even stranger. My ass was growing comfortable to his dick and I could watch it going in my ass; that was strange seeing someone actually fucking your asshole. In thinking back now, I'd say he must have been at least seven, but maybe even eight inches long and he only had a few inches in me, but he wasn't going to stop until he gave it all; all his cock in my ass. My body was giving in and now I didn't want it to stop.
Now what was painful all of a sudden started to feel good. It wasn't just a good feeling, but it was a pleasurable feeling that I wouldn't have believed since it started so painful. (Now you like cock in your ass?) my cock was now sticking straight out across my stomach and as he pushed more into me, I could feel my cock throb. The other two guys were watching and I could see that the first guy was getting hard again. At first I didn't - I couldn't - believe that he had another hard on, but as I watched him stroking, I could see that same hard cock that I'd sucked earlier; the other cock was more than halfway in my ass.
"Please...," I found myself looking up into his eyes and begging him again, "...please, fuck me..." I don't even know where the words came from, "It feels good...just fuck me."
"Yeah, baby, you can take it now." There was something about this guy; he wasn't mean are rough, but more gentle and loving. Still, I wasn't sure what I liked anymore -- the gentle or the rough.
He picked up something that was next to me (what is that) and I watched as he squirted out (lube) more lube -- rubbed it over the rest of his dick -- and then started to fuck my ass. It was an overwhelming feeling to have dick pumping in and out of my ass and although I wanted to stroke my own cock, I knew if I touched myself, I'd cum; I didn't want to shoot just yet. The first guy had put lube on his dick and moved back up by my face and was feverishly jacking off (more cum?). Now I was getting lost in the moment again -- a different kind of moment -- and I closed my eyes and let it wash over me.
Now should you really put something so long in your ass? It doesn't really matter I guess, because it felt so good, and knowing now it would feel like this, I'd do it again -- maybe, I would. My own cum was building -- even though I'd not touched my cock once since this started -- and I tried to think of something else to keep it from happen too soon. How do you keep your cum in your balls when someone is pushing their dick in your ass?
"Open your mouth," I opened my eyes to see the first guy leaning over my face still stroking his cock, "I've got more cum for you." I opened my mouth.
It may be the thing of fantasies, but sometimes life is like that. Watching more cum shoot out of his dick -- actually it wasn't a lot and I assumed that was because he'd already came a short time earlier -- was about to push me over the edge. The first bit of cum dribbled out a little into my mouth, but the second shoot actually came out in a steam of fluid across my lips and into my mouth -- I was going to cum -- now fluid ran out the tip and he pointed it down at my mouth so that it dribbled the cum onto my tongue -- and I went over the top.
You can find out a lot of things the first time you have sex; that some guys can get hard in a short period of time, that cum has a smell, that you may never have thought you could suck a guys dick until you do it three (or is it now four?) times in one night, that a dick hurts a little in your ass -- but the thing I learned that night -- that you can cum without ever having your dick touched.
This wasn't the first time I'd had an orgasm, but it was like something I'd never felt in my life. My ass was -- I'm not even sure what the word is; numb? -- radiating such a feeling and his cock was pushing deep in me as I felt the cum flowing and squirting out of the head of my own dick.
"Ahhh...ohhhh...uhhhh..." I lost control and my body jerked as my cum flew out and splattered on my chest. "...ahhhhhh...ahhhh...fuuuccckkk..." I opened my eyes and saw my dick leap into the air and spray another shot of cum that landed a little lower than the last and I learned the last thing; shooting cum while you're getting fucked in the ass, is a totally different feeling, because your ass muscle clinches around the cock in your ass, but it can't fully close giving you an exhilarating experience while you cum; maybe better with the cock in your ass.
"Yeah man...shoot that cum for me..." it was the guy fucking my ass, "...I'm cumming...too...oh yeah baby, I'm...cummmming...ahhhh fuck...ohhh..." my body jerked and my cock shot more cum.
Lost in the moment -- it never lasts long enough, but it is something you'll never forget -- shooting cum while you're getting fucked,. The first guy put his cock in my mouth and I sucked on it getting small amounts of cum to still dribble out. The last guy was shooting cum in my ass -- did the other guy feel left out -- and my mind was lost in the wave of exhilaration as my cum pumped out onto my stomach now. The dick came out of my mouth before the one in my ass.
He held my legs as he pumped the last bit of cum into me. Breathing heavy, I lay there and finally started to rub my now--slightly sensitive -- dick. Just as I felt it going in, I also felt it -- minus the pain -- sliding out of my ass (god, what a fuckin' rush) and I laid there just enjoying the moment; I could struggle with what this all meant at a later time, because now I just wanted to enjoy all the sensations I had felt -- was feeling -- and let myself float.
This was enough for the moment -- although the moment was passing -- and everyone had gotten off on me tonight; everyone. At the moment -- although the moment would pass -- I wasn't feeling any regret for enjoying what had happened and that they had all gotten off on me; everyone.
"Hey, buddy," it was the first guy -- my new "friend" -- talking to me as he was putting his clothe on, "you did alright. Would love to hook-up with you another time." The other two guys nodded in agreement. "We're here a couple times a week around this time if you ever want to hookup." I nodded that I understood and grabbed my T-shirt to wipe the cum off of me -- even though I'd have to wear it too.
Funny how we were all just buddies now. They had each made me take their cocks into my body; my body. They had each spilled fluids that were produced by their bodies into my body; my body. They had each ejaculated and got off on a guy half their age and now they were friends. My new "suck" buddies; no, wait, my new "cum" buddies. Yeah, I'm sure they'd love to "hook-up" again and give me another lesson in "sex 101." They'd love to make me eat more cum and pump their juice into me (isn't it man juice?); their balls unloading in me as they...(get a grip dude and just get the fuck out of here).
As I was leaving the van, the guy that had fucked my ass slipped a note into my hand when his other two friends weren't paying attention. I didn't look at it until I was back sitting in my car. The note read:
"Give me a call if you ever want to meet up for some one on one action -- 555-0227. Hank Macintyre"
My in-dash-clock read 4:45. What? That can't be right, because that would mean I just spent the last couple of hours having sex off and on. Time flies when you're having fun? No, it was something else going on here, and as I drove out of parking lot, I threw his note out the window; maybe I'll regret that at a later date too?... Continue»