0 comments/ 153106 views/ 32 favorites Chuck By: PrincessErin Chuck hated his life. He was geeky, ugly, and smart. He was happy that he was smart, but the fact he had graduated early and was in college meant he was teased even more. He was nineteen however everyone in his classes was twenty or twenty-one. It meant he wasn't old enough to go to bars and since he looked younger, he couldn't get away with using a fake I.D. Chuck grabbed his school bag and walked down the stairs to go home. The bell had rung and everyone around him was chatting and talking. Chuck had no friends. He rarely paid attention to anyone anymore. He used to. He used to try to talk to the students in his classes, but they glared at him. He wasn't part of any group, which meant that he didn't deserve to be spoken to. Breton Collegiate College prided itself on being one of the most elite colleges in the state. Chuck had only been allowed entrance because of his perfect marks. He would not bring down the average of the school and had actually increased it dramatically. "Ouch." Chuck cried out and saw the floor rushing towards him quickly. It took him a few seconds to realize that he had fallen down the last four steps and was now laying flat on his back. His school bag had gone flying. He looked up and watched as one of the football cheerleaders, Parker, stepped over him to go up the stairs. He saw for a split second that she wasn't wearing panties and saw no hair against her pussy. Chuck watched porn at home on his computer a lot so he knew what a hairy and hairless pussy looked like. "Ouch." Chuck felt a pain in his side and could only wince as he watched her kick him between the legs. "Don't you dare look at me that way you pervert. You are disgusting and I should call the police." Parker's voice was high and squeaky. It was also hoarse from all the screaming she did during cheerleading practice. Chuck lay there stunned. He closed his eyes and listened to the tapping of her high heels going up the stairs. Parker was the first student that Chuck had tried to talk to on his first day of school. Parker hadn't been wearing her cheerleading uniform that day and she looked kind and gentle. Chuck had said hello and her face had turned from happy to angry. She had spat in his face, demanding he move away from her immediately. It wasn't until later that he found out that you don't talk to any of the cheerleaders unless they talk to you first. That had been the first of many mistakes that he had made during the first few weeks of school. Chuck opened the door of his house and was thankful when he heard nothing. His mother was overbearing and loud. She was always asking why he had no friends. He dropped his school bag at the front entrance and ran up the stairs. Lying on the bed, he thought to himself that he wanted to fuck her. He was always so horny and spent hours jerking off to porn online. He desperately wanted to fuck her. It was a need, a want. Chuck closed his eyes and imagined Parker flirting with him. He imagined her begging him for sex. He played in his head how he would say no at first, making her beg even more. He then would grab her, pull her into the hallway, and fuck her brains out. Chuck rolled over and fell asleep. *** Chuck rushed out of the house to school. He had fallen asleep around four in the afternoon and didn't remember anything other than his mom banging on his door at eight. He was going to be late for school. He got dressed quickly and ran out grabbing his school bag on the way out. He felt strange, but had no idea why. He tried to remember what he had done when he got home, but couldn't. By the time he got to school, he pushed the strange feeling he had out of his head. He needed to pay attention at school. His first three classes were fine. He sat at the back and didn't make eye contact with anyone. He copied the notes the professor was writing on the board and pretended to look interested. When the bell rang, he got up quickly and snuck out the back door of the classroom. He glanced up and saw Parker walking down the hall alone. The moment she saw him her facial expression changed. Instead of the evil look she usually gave him, she actually smiled. The smile then turned to a flirty pout. By the time she was next to him, she was biting her bottom lip, sucking on it gently as the tip of her tongue flicked against her teeth. "Hi." Chuck gulped. She was wearing one of her white uniforms and her nipples were pressed against her top. He knew that look. All the porn stars had that look when they were about to cum. He had watched enough videos to know that. "You must be new. I'm Parker." Parker leaned over and kissed Chuck softly. Chuck gasped. His cock reacted violently to her kiss, throbbing in his pants. The cum rushed from his balls and he tried everything in his power to stop the impending orgasm. "I'm Chuck." He blurted out those words. He was cumming in his pants and couldn't stop. It wasn't helping that she had pressed herself against him and was slowing rocking her hips against this cock. "I have to tell you a secret." Parker leaned over and sucked gently on his earlobe. His cock swelled immediately and had he not just cum he would probably have blown his load again. "I always give the cute new guys a blow job as a welcome present." Chuck closed his eyes. Suddenly the events of last evening came flashing back. He had not fallen asleep, but instead had gone online. He had found a site from a woman named Delilah and had called her up. She had told him that she could make him a new person at school. Chuck didn't really believe it and from his point of view, he looked the same. Obviously, Parker thought he was someone different. For all he knew she might see a big tall muscular football player type in front of her. Chuck whimpered. Parker was pressed up against him hard and had slid her small hand into his pants. She was stroking his cock so hard that he couldn't think. Chuck gasped as he felt a hot wetness envelope his cock. He looked down and the blonde cheerleader was deep throating him. He could feel her throat push against the tip of his cock. "Fuck." Chuck grabbed her hair and pulled her back and forth on his cock. She wasn't going fast enough for him to cum. He jerked her back and forth at the same speed he jerked his cock with his hand. He was grunting and moaning, pulling at her hair. It was so empowering to have this bitchy cheerleader kneeling on the cold tile floor, allowing him to face fuck her. "I'm going to cum in your mouth slut." Chuck had no idea where those words came from, but he didn't care. He felt like he was in a porno and was going to enjoy every minute of it. He yanked her hair hard and exploded into her mouth. He held her head against his cock until he felt her swallow. He wanted to make her swallow all of his sticky hot cum. Chuck looked down and Parker was still kneeling. Her eyes were looking up at him adoringly. Chuck was in heaven. He was full of confidence and, at the same time, in awe that she would do anything he wanted. He knew what he wanted. "Stand up." Parker stood up quickly and followed him like a little puppy dog to the closest bathroom. Chuck was completely horny, but still had some common sense. He was not going to fuck her in the hallway. He entered the bathroom and motioned her to climb up on the counter. The bathroom was gross and smelled bad. Most of the boy's bathrooms at the school did. Parker sat up on the counter and spread her legs. Chuck could see that she was wearing pink and purple panties. He groaned. "Are you going to fuck me?" Parker's eyes were wide and sultry. She was definitely horny and definitely wanting to be fucked. Chuck groaned. He knew he should lick her pussy or something, but he couldn't wait. He wanted to fuck her and wanted to fuck her now. He pulled down his pants and pushed against her pussy. Her panties were in the way so he grabbed them and yanked them down her smooth muscular legs. He then pushed in hard and moaned. Her pussy was so tight and so wet. He gripped her hips and banged away at her tight hole. "I want to do this more. I want to be your girlfriend." Chuck couldn't believe his ears. She was seriously begging him to date her. He grunted and continued to fuck her. Had he not just cum in her mouth a few moments before he wouldn't have lasted as long as he did. He felt his balls tighten and he didn't even think to stop. He exploded inside her and felt his cum coat the walls of her pussy. "Wow." He looked at Parker. She was sitting on the dirty counter with her skirt around her hips. Her pretty panties were on the ground and he could see his cum oozing slowly from her pussy. "Can we do that again?" Parker was giddy. She wanted to have sex with this him again. "Sit next to me in English class and I'll think about it." Chuck laughed. He had gotten what he wanted and knew that she would sit the rest of the day with no panties, his cum oozing out of her pussy. He grabbed her panties as a token and rushed to class. Chuck spent the next two classes thinking of only two things. The first was whether she would actually sit next to him in English. The second was whether he was going to wake up and realize it was all a dream. Chuck didn't need to wonder much longer. The moment he sat down in his English class Parker wandered over and straddled his hips. Chuck could only grin. Chuck Sometimes I feel like I live in Wal-Mart. I'm always there picking up odds and ends, whether I really need them or not. A couple of nights ago I was there to have some keys made, and could not find anyone on the floor to help me, in spite of the fact that the store was practically empty. I walked around for what seemed like an eternity before I finally spotted someone...him. His name is Chuck, but we'll get to that in a second. His royal blue short-sleeved shirt (part of the Wal-Mart uniform) was half tucked into form-fitting, khaki pants. The first thing that caught my eye about him was his physique. He's at least 6'1", maybe 6'2", and sturdily built. He was several feet away at the end of the isle and walking away from me, and I couldn't help but stare at his beefy ass as he went. I yelled a timid "Hey," which he didn't seem to hear, because he kept going in the opposite direction. I hastened my steps a bit to catch up to him, and when I was within earshot of him, I said, "Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me with something." He turned, and I just about lost control of my footing. Striking blue eyes and a gorgeous smile greeted me as he turned to acknowledge me. His hair, dark and thick, was slightly mussed from what I assumed had been a long day of work, and his face was covered with just the slightest bit of stubble. "How may I be of service?" he asked, his voice penetratingly deep yet animated and inviting. "I need a key made, and...I didn't see anyone back by the machine..." "Ahh, yes...the ever-empty key-grinding station. For some reason people just don't like to hang around that thing!" I was taken by his sense of humor, and even more taken by his burly chest that heaved as he spoke. Two or three buttons were undone on his shirt, allowing tufts of thick, dark hair to peek through. It was apparent he wasn't wearing an undershirt because his nipples were nearly ready to pierce through the cotton fabric. "Follow me." I followed him, alright. I watched every inch of his strong, strapping body as we made our way towards the back of the store. He carefully tucked his shirt all the way in as he moved, which made the shape of his ass all the more visible. We approached the key-grinding machine and I could barely remember what I was there for. "How many would you like made?" he asked. "Just two. You never know when you might need a spare." "True," he said. "I always get at least three keys made because I'm notorious in losing them." Just then he bent over to plug something up behind the machine, giving me a full-moon shot of his glorious ass, and I was beginning to think that he was trying to tell me a little something. He crouched even further on the floor, which made his ass go up even higher, and I suddenly felt my cock jump in my pants. "There," he said, exhaling as he stood back up. "Somebody left it unplugged. So, you said two, right?" "Uh...yeah...just two." I could feel my face turning red as I handed him the key. His hand, big and strong, touched a few of my fingers in the exchange, which made me blush even more. He was without a nametag, and I knew that I could not walk away without at least getting his name, but I just didn't know when or how to bring it up to ask him. He placed the key into the machine, hit a few buttons, and as it slowly hummed to life, he hopped up onto the counter beside it while we waited. I nearly gasped at the sight of his thick, muscular thighs straining against the tight khaki material of his pants, and a little further north revealed a solid, thick, round bulge. I knew I had to say something before the drool started to drip from my mouth. "Gee, the store's awfully empty for a Friday night, eh?" I said. "Thank goodness," he sighed. "I've spent the last eight hours on my feet and these dogs are barking. Say, didn't I see you in here the other day carrying out some boxes or something?" 'Yes!' I thought to myself. 'He's seen me before, and better yet, remembers me!' This would be the conduit for me in asking his name. "Probably," I said. "I'm in the process of moving, and a guy that works here gave me a bunch of boxes." "Moving? In all this heat? That's gotta be hell, no pun intended." "Hell is right. You don't know how much stuff you have until you move. And what's worse, my apartment building's on a street that inclines." "Really? Where about do you live?" "Catontown, just down the road." Okay, he asked me where I live. A few more seconds and I will have his name, damnit. 'Ask him, ask him!' I was screaming to myself. "No kidding," he replied. "That's where I live. Chesterfield Apartments." "Get out of here!" I'm in Chapel Hills, right across from Chesterfield." "Small world," he said. "Small indeed. Say, I don't think I caught your name." Phew, I asked...finally. Just then the machine stopped, and he hopped off of the counter and quickly grabbed the keys from it. He walked over to me and, while handing me my items, said, "Charles. But everybody calls me Chuck." "Okay, Chuck. So what's my damage?" "Shhh...," he said playfully, putting a thick finger up to his lips. "It's on the house." "No, seriously..." "On the house. I know what moving's like, and, well, I feel like it'd be adding insult to injury if I charged you. Besides, with us being neighbors and all..." "Well, what can I say? Thank you so much." I was grinning ear to ear and so was Chuck, and, as we stood there in the back of the nearly empty air-conditioned store, I could feel a little heat brewing between me and the hunky Wal-Mart guy. "What time do you knock off?" I asked, slightly surprised at my bluntness. "Actually, I was just leaving about ten minutes ago." "You mean, I stopped you from leaving...?" Suddenly Chuck burst into laughter, and said, "No worries! The longer I stay on the clock the more money I make...so..." "Well, since we're neighbors and all, how would you like a lift? Do you drive?" "As a matter of fact, I do. However, my car's in the shop, so I've been getting here on my trusty 10-speed. Just let me tie up a few odds and ends up front, and I'll meet you outside." "Sure thing. I drive a dark blue Honda Civic. I'll pull right up." Chuck walked ahead of me with a little spring in his step, and I was glad because if he had stayed a little longer he would've surely seen the full wood I was sporting. ** I pulled up to the front of the store, wound the front windows down and cut the engine. My heart was beating fast, and my mouth was dry. 'Damn it, don't be nervous now!' I scolded myself. 'Maybe all he really wants is just a ride home.' I kept telling myself not to get too worked up--that I could be reading a little more into this than what was actually there. And then I thought about him again. Chuck. All 6 foot something, 190 some-odd pounds of him. On the many occasions I'd gone into that store I had never seen him. Ever. And then tonight, close to closing time, I walk in and suddenly there he was. If this was going to turn out like I hoped, then it was certainly a long time coming. It'd been close to two months since I'd had sex, and the drought was quickly becoming a barren desert wasteland. I was becoming too good a friend with my right hand, and it would be nice to have a flesh and blood person to get intimate with, even if it did only entail a quick fuck at my place or his. I started to laugh. "Oh, boy, what are you getting yourself into?" I said out loud, glancing at my reflection in the rearview mirror. I'm a pretty good-looking guy myself. 5'10", brown hair that just touches my shoulders, nicely-trimmed facial hair, brown eyes, a toned physique (thanks to a gym membership that I'm just starting to make really good use of). This poor, unsuspecting guy has no idea that I want to take him home and screw him until he forgets his own name. Or does he? Could it be that that's exactly what he has in mind as well? If the vibes I was getting back by the key-grinding machine were any indication, then he was certainly feeling the same way as me. I watched a few people straggling out of the store with their purchases, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel in anticipation. Five, maybe ten minutes passed before I finally saw Chuck emerge from the store. He moved briskly to the side of the building to unchain his bike, then began to glance around, looking for me. "Over here!" I yelled out the open window. He walked quickly to the car, motioning for me to open the back door. "I hope you don't mind," he said. "Not at all. I just hope it fits in the backseat." "We'll see." He opened the back door and, after a moment or two of maneuvering, slid his bicycle in with ease. "Whaddaya know...a perfect fit!" I chuckled as he opened the passenger side door and got in. The smell of his cologne--faint but still present--tickled my nostrils, and that smile that greeted me just minutes ago inside the store was now smack dab in my face. "By the way, what exactly is your name?" Chuck asked. "I guess it is only fair that you know mine since I know yours, right? It's Sam." "Nice to meet ya, Sam," he said, extending his hand as if we'd just met for the first time. I shook it, and was transfixed by his strong grasp. "Well, I guess we're off," I said, starting the car and pulling away from the curb. "So, how long have you worked at Wal-Mart?" "I started just this past Christmas as a seasonal thing to make some extra cash, and they decided to keep me on part time. My real job is in medical insurance." "Really?" I said. "So if I break my toe and have to go to the ER you'll pay the claim for me?" Chuck laughed and said, "Well, it's not that simple, but yeah. Something like that." As I drove, the two of us made small talk with ease, and I couldn't help but notice his hands resting on his massive thighs. Every once in a while he'd rub his hands over his thighs as he spoke, which I assumed was just a subconscious thing on his part. Whatever it was, it was turning me on--big time. Up close his bulge looked even bigger than it did in the store, and, I don't know if it was my mind playing tricks on me or what, but, I swore I could make out the head of his cock. Needless to say, I tried to avoid looking at it too much because I could feel the tent beginning to form in my pants again. Before long we were nearing the street we both lived on, him on one side, me on the other. It was then that Chuck spoke up. "So, what were you gonna do tonight?" he asked. "I dunno, maybe unpack a little more. Drink some wine. Watch a movie until I fall asleep." "You want some help?" My heart did leaps in my chest as I fought back the urge to scream YES! Instead, I played it casual and said, "Sure. I could use all the help I can get at this point." I turned onto our street and pulled into the lot of my apartment building, quickly nabbing a parking space. Chuck got out first to grab his bike from the backseat, and, silly as it was, I quickly rubbed my hand over the seat he'd just been sitting in, relishing the warmth his ass left on it. When I got out of the car, we both made our way to my building, and Chuck pointed out to me where he lived. "See, just over there behind those pine trees you can see my building," he said. "I see. Now I'll know where to come if ever I need a cup of sugar." We both laughed and Chuck moved to place his bike in a hidden nook under the stairs that lead to my apartment. I reassured him that it'd be safe there and we both began to climb the stairs. I fumbled for my keys and opened to door to my apartment, which was dark and cool (thankfully, I'd left the air conditioning on). With a flip of the light switch, the entire living room became flooded with light, revealing a mess of boxes, strewn papers and what-not over furniture. "Please excuse the mess," I said. "Are you kidding? This is neat compared to the way my place looked when I first moved in." "Well, I don't feel so bad now," I joked. "You like white wine?" "Sure do." I watched him plop down onto my long couch and walked into the kitchen, grabbing two wine flutes (thank God they weren't packed away) and the corkscrew from the drawer. Making quick work of opening the bottle and pouring it, I walked back into the living room and caught Chuck unabashedly adjusting himself. Pretending not to notice, I handed him his glass and settled onto the love seat across the room. "Good," he said after sipping his wine. "You mind if I take off my shoes?" "No, not at all," I responded. I wanted to tell him to take off more, but, that was to come. "So this is it. Home sweet home." "Nice. Spacious. You got one bedroom?" "Two. The other one I'm thinking of turning into a den or an office or something. Maybe use it as a spare bedroom for guests." "Spare bedrooms are always good. You never know who's gonna drop in when you least expect it." "Very true. So, what do you like to do for fun, Chuck?" "I'm an outdoorsy kind of person. I'm actually enjoying riding my bike back and forth to the store because it allows me to get in more exercise than just going to the gym every other day. It's giving me some real definition in my legs and everything." "I can tell," I blurted out, and immediately wanted to kick myself for saying it. "I mean..." "No, it's okay," Chuck laughed. "I'm glad somebody can tell. It let's me know I'm doing something right." I felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but the wine was helping in subsiding that. I began to space out a bit, and I think Chuck could tell. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. "I was just thinking about how it feels like I've known you for a long time even though we just met a little more than an hour ago." "Funny, I feel the same way. Although technically, I knew you before you knew me." "I know, you saw me carting out those boxes the other day," I said. We both laughed and there was a bit of a silence between us before Chuck spoke again. "What are you sitting over there for?" "Because I didn't want this couch to feel left out," I joked. The wine was really getting to me at this point, lightweight that I am. He raised his finger and, with a serious look on his face, beckoned for me to come over to his couch. Without saying a word I did just that, and settled in inches from him, close enough to hear him breathe. His chest heaved as he took in a deep breath and spoke. "Can I be honest with you?" "Honesty is always best," I said. "Earlier, when you came up to me in the store...if you were just anybody, I probably would've told you I was about to knock off and gotten somebody else to help you. But, I instantly remembered you from the other day and..." "What?" "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since then. When I saw you again tonight, I was beside myself. I mean, how often does something like that happen? With all the people who come in and out of that store, I felt the odds of me seeing you again were pretty slim. And then to find out that you live right across the street..." "So what are you saying?" "I'm saying that if I don't kiss you right now, I'm going to go out of my mind." In the silence of my living room I could hear the deafening sound of my heart beat pounding in my eardrums. We were face to face, both of our glasses of wine were finished, and before I knew what was happening Chuck had grabbed my face and was kissing me with the deepest, most passionate kiss that I had ever experienced. His tongue tasted warm and sweet in my mouth, and it was more than a few minutes before we broke away long enough to get a breath in. Without saying a word he gazed into my eyes and took my hand, placing it on his burly chest. He guided it over the dark hairs that peeked from under the Wal-Mart shirt, and slowly led it down until it rested on his growing, pulsing member. "I saw you looking at it in the store. I saw you looking at it in the car. I know you want it." I literally could not speak. I think I may have tried to get out a few words, but Chuck placed his fingers up to my lips, lovingly forbidding me to say anything. I began to move my hand over the length of his cock--a thick, cylindrically-shaped object encased in khaki pants that was pulsing and growing by the second (it had now grown to stretch over the entire length of his upper thigh). He let out a small moan and titled his head back as my movements became faster, and I went in to kiss his exposed Adam's apple and thick neck. His stubble pricked my face and mouth as I sucked, licked and kissed his warm flesh, savoring the salty taste of his manliness and the faint scent of his cologne. "Oh, Sam..." he whispered breathlessly. "Please..." "What is it?" "Let me make love to you." And with that, he quickly began to remove his shirt, revealing a massive, muscular chest with hard, pinkish nipples and tufts of dark hair. His shoulders were broad and flecked with sunburn--a telltale sign that he probably went shirtless a lot. I moved to take off my shirt as well, and before I could go to remove my pants he had me flat on my back on the couch, grinding his sturdy frame into my body with a lust that I had never dreamed possible. His breathing was coming harder and faster, and I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing down on my bare stomach through his pants. "Take these off," I said, tugging at his belt and waistband. He pinned my arms over my head and kissed my neck for a little while longer before kneeling before me to un-do his pants. "I don't usually do this," I said, wanting him to know that I wasn't necessarily easy, but not really caring one way or the other. "Me either," he replied breathlessly. He was kneeling over me on the couch, and with one tug, his belt buckle was loosened. In a quick motion, he whipped it from around his waist and tossed it to the floor. Chuck was gazing at me with serious lust in his eyes, and I the same at him. He teased me a bit, sliding his hands underneath the waistband of his pants and tugging them down just enough for me to see his upper pelvis. Oh, was he a sight to behold. His flat stomach, which contained a trail of hair that began on his chest, heaved and flexed as he continued to arouse himself (and me) by caressing his pubic area. Chuck licked his lips until they were saturated with saliva and closed his eyes, and in one move he shoved his pants down just below his meaty thighs (it was then that I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear). His thick, swollen cock hit my stomach with a thud, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. His balls were big, hung low and were flecked with short brown hairs. That big dick seemed to have a mind of its own, as it jumped, bobbled and moved without him even touching it. I went to grab for it and his hands caught mine, quickly pinning them behind my head again. "Uh uh...," he said. "Not yet." He made quick work of fully removing his pants and then went to remove mine. I helped him out by raising my ass a little so that he could tug them down, and he took them and my boxers off in one fell swoop, tossing them to the floor with his. Chuck laid his body on mine again and continued the grinding motion he'd started just seconds before when we were clothed, but this time I could feel that bare rock hard cock of his on my pelvis. He panted and groaned in my ear as he drove his member into my mid-section with almost brute force, and I could feel the wetness of his precum smearing on my stomach as he went. Without fully lifting his body, he repositioned so that his dick was now pressing against mine, and it took everything within me to keep from exploding right then and there. He began to grind his hard cock into mine, and with each movement his moaning grew louder and louder. I, too, could hardly control the guttural sounds of pleasure escaping my own mouth, and Chuck silenced them quickly by ramming his tongue down my throat again. He now kissed me with such a passion that it seemed as though he wanted to swallow me whole. In the moment that he let go of my hands I seized the opportunity and reached around him, grabbing a hold of his big, muscular ass and forcing him down on me even harder. Not being able to control myself, I slid my index finger into his asshole, which was tight, warm and slightly hairy. Chuck "Uhhnnnhh!!!" he moaned, his scream reverberating throughout the cavernous space of the barely-furnished living room. I kept it plunged in there about a good ten seconds before pulling it out. When I did, Chuck grabbed it and, without hesitation, began to suck the finger that had just been in his ass. "Yeah..." I whispered, lost in ecstasy at his raw, unabashed sexuality. He looked at me with a glassy-eyed stare of lust and said "Come on and eat my ass." In seconds he was at the other end of the couch on all fours, with his butt in the air. He turned his head towards me and gave his ass a slap, and I felt my cock stiffen even more at this beautiful sight before me. I knelt behind him and gave him a tease by running the tip of my erect 7-inch cock up and down his crack, and he let out another moan. "Easy..." I whispered, sliding my finger along the crack before plunging it into the tight, warm, awaiting asshole again. Chuck tensed and nearly fell flat on the couch, but caught himself and let out a small cry. "You like that?" I asked. "Yeah! Fuck...yeah!" he groaned. Before long, he was bringing his entire ass back onto my finger with as equally strong a fervor as he'd grinded into me just minutes before. I decided to tease him even further by sliding my free hand between his legs to grab his balls from behind. They were big, but had stiffened quite a bit due to his arousal, and I bent down and took one in my mouth, then another. The feeling of his warm, tender nuts in my mouth was almost too much to bear, but I knew that this was only the beginning. With one finger still in his asshole, I took my mouth from his balls and reached further between his legs to grab a hold of his fully erect, 9-inch cock, pulling it backwards between his thighs. "Ohh!!" he cried as I began to suck him off. I orally pleasured him for a few minutes, then started to jerk his big dick from behind until my hand became drenched in his precum. "You want me to eat that ass?" I asked. "Yeah!" he moaned, and I happily obliged. I repositioned myself so that I was laying on my stomach with my legs slightly off the couch, and Chuck's ass directly in my face. I spread the cheeks and found the small pinkish hole, licking and poking at it with my tongue. Chuck instinctively tightened up and closed his ass, and I responded by smacking it as if telling him to open up. He did so, and I went back to licking, this time more feverishly. Chuck was beside himself as I made a meal out of his butt, sucking at the point of entry the way one would suck and orange to extract juice. As the minutes passed, he became more relaxed, and began to move his hips in rhythmic time with my licking. It wasn't long before my entire face was engulfed in his glorious ass. I eventually moved over to his left cheek, dismissing the hairs and nibbling on the warm, plump flesh. Resisting the urge to bite down, I moved over to the right cheek, giving it the same, if not more attention. I could feel my own precum dripping from the head of my cock, and I knew that if this stud didn't fuck me now I would blow without even having him in me. To let him know that I was ready, I flipped over onto my back and propped my legs into the air. Chuck slowly turned back around and knelt over me, stroking his now-saturated cock at a medium pace. "I want you inside of--," I started to say, but before I could get the words out he had shoved his massive dick into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my face with gusto, to the point where I could feel his head testing my gag reflexes. I became lost in a raging sea of lust as the smell of him, sweet and salty at the same time, enveloped every sense of my being. He must've made me suck his cock for a good fifteen minutes straight before showing me torturous mercy by pulling it out. Relishing the salty taste his precum left in my mouth, I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. Before I knew what was happening I felt his hot, wet mouth on my cock, and I looked down to see his head bobbing up and down. He was deep-throating all 7 of my inches, and I tightened my knees around his head to keep from cumming. He quickly separated my legs and held them that way as he continued to suck for what seemed a sweet eternity. When he was done, he slowly crawled back up until his face was directly in mine. "Please, Chuck..." I gasped. "I want you inside of me...please..." "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded, and in one swift motion he scooped me into his arms and stood. He was holding me in mid-air, and kissing me again, all the while backing up against a wall. My legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, and before I knew what was happening I could feel my ass cheeks being separated. I was face to face with him, and, before plunging deep inside of me, he looked me in the eyes and whispered, "I love you, Sam." With that I closed my eyes and let it happen. Using the wall as leverage, he spread my ass a little more and plunged his big fucking dick deep into my ass, and I let out what was definitely the biggest scream of passion I'd ever uttered in my life. At first he took it slow, pushing his cock just pass my sphincter and letting it sit there, then going deeper. Deeper. Deeper. He kept this up for a few minutes before picking up the pace. With every thrust, his back hit up against the wall, threatening to send the few pictures I had managed to hang careening to the floor. I held a tight grip on the back of his neck, holding on for dear life as he fucked me in mid-air. The look on his face was that of simultaneous struggle and pleasure, and he was turning beet-red from the pressure of holding me and fucking me at the same time. "Oh...Chuck...I can't...I...," I moaned as he fucked me harder and harder, the pitter-patter of our flesh echoing throughout the apartment. I hugged him tighter and closer, my breath coming hard and fast in his ear. "Shhh...," he whispered in my ear. "I'm here, baby. I'm..." Growing too weak to continue standing, he left the wall and we fell back onto the couch again, all the while with him still inside of me. My legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, and our bodies had become slick with sweat in spite of the air conditioning being on. A moment or so passed and he quickly picked up where he had just left off, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my asshole. The furniture squeaked underneath our heady lovemaking, and for a second I wondered if the neighbors downstairs were wondering what was going on. I looked up and saw Chuck biting his bottom lip--his eyes clenched tightly, obviously to keep from cumming just yet. I grabbed his big, slick ass and pushed him into me, wanting him to go deeper and deeper until we were one. My entire body was numb with elation. I felt hot tears escape from my eyes as Chuck's movements became more frantic. The experience was so pleasurable that I began to cry outwardly. "Am...I hurting...you?" he asked, barely able to speak himself. "No! Please...don't...stop!" Chuck bent down and kissed me so deeply that I could feel his tongue tickling the back of my throat. It did little to quell my moaning or his, and I knew that if he wasn't going to blow his load soon then I would. He grabbed my hair and said, "You wanna cum?" No longer able to speak, I nodded quickly, and began to jack my cock faster than ever. "Wait for me." "I-I can't..." I cried. "Yes. Yes you can," he said reassuringly. He put a few of his thick fingers into my mouth, and I began to suck on them the way a baby would a pacifier. Before long I was moaning his name, and he mine. "That's it...yes," he whispered. Chuck began to work his hips in a circular, frenetic motion, and his body started to quiver under the unbearable ecstasy that had overtaken him. I reached up and grabbed his bulging pecs, squeezing them just as hard as I'd squeezed his ass before. I lifted my head to suck on an excited pink nipple, and Chuck cried out. The two of us were completely drenched in sweat as we closed in on orgasm. Together we moaned in unison, both unable to control the passion we were feeling in the heat of the moment. "I'm coming Chuck! I'm...unnhhh..." I cried, reaching back down to stroke my cock again. Due to our positioning, I could feel his cock hitting up against my prostate, which sent my mind into such a tailspin that I thought I would pass out. I tensed as my balls tightened to the point that they were probably barely visible. After a few quick jerks, I shot a large wad of hot semen onto my stomach, and it was quickly followed by another, this time landing on my chest. A third shot hit just under my chin, and then it was Chuck's turn. Sweat dripped from his brow and landed on my face, and at this point my asshole was gripping Chuck's cock like a vice. He had been cradling me in his arms, but let go quickly and removed his cock from my ass. Kneeling over me, he ferociously jacked his cock over my sweat and cum-drenched body--his screams probably loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. After six or so tugs, Chuck shot an explosive stream of jism that flew over my body and hit me square in the chin. Another shot landed on my chest, mixing with my own cum. Chuck's screams turned to breathless grunts as he shot a third load onto my abs, and a fourth onto the same spot. His hand was soaked in his own man-juice as he squeezed out the last drop and leaned back onto his hindquarters, shivering from what had certainly been the most pleasurable sexual experience I had ever encountered, and I was sure was his too. Weakened, he fell onto me and buried his face in my shoulder, and I reached up and cradled his head as we both fought to catch our breath. He smelled of hot, sweaty, musty manliness, and I savored the feeling of his damp hair against my face as I stroked his head. Together, we lay there in the stillness of the night with no sound but that of our own beating hearts. ** I awoke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside, warm, soothing sunlight filtering through the slats of the slightly opened blinds and Chuck staring at me with a sly grin on his face. It took me a second to decipher where I was due to the morning cobwebs in my brain, but the heft of his body weighing down on me--along with the sight of his gorgeous face--quickly brought me back to reality. "Mornin', sunshine," he said, grinning even wider. I stretched my body beneath him, stifling a yawn, and said, "What time is it?' "Well, I'd say about seven or eight, but don't hold me to it." The only light in the living room was the small amount provided by the morning sun, and I just assumed that Chuck had gotten up sometime during the night to turn the living room light off. "Mmm...last night was--" I began, when Chuck cut me off at the pass. "Incredible." "Mm hm." I reached up to ruffle his brown locks and smiled, outwardly and on the inside. "I was wondering if I could use your shower before I get out of your hair," he said. "Leaving so soon?" "Well...I don't have to leave just yet..." "Listen, if you have some things to do today..." "Nothing that can't wait." He was tracing my mouth with his fingers, and I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. "The bathroom's at the end of the hall on the left," I said. "Care to join me?" Chuck asked. I nodded, and he helped me to my feet and guided me by the hand towards the corridor that led to the bathroom. As we walked, I marveled at the silhouetted form of his body in the early morning shadows, my cock already beginning to grow at the thought of what was to come. I flicked the bathroom light on, turned it down low, and watched as Chuck leaned into the shower to turn the water on. By now I was nearly fully erect, and Chuck's eyes went right down to my hard-on as he turned back to me. "My, my...looks who's sporting a little morning wood," he said. "I can't help it. There's just something about you that turns me on." "I was just gonna say the same thing about you." Chuck approached me and reached out to pinch my nipples, and I could see that his cock was beginning to swell too. After a moment or so of just staring at each other, he moved in to embrace me tightly, cupping his big hands on my ass. Our cocks were pressed against one another's, and I exhaled a sigh of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. "Tell me I'm not dreaming," I said. "Sure feels real to me," he whispered in my ear, which he had already begun to nibble. The running water from the shower was beginning to steam up the bathroom, and I looked over and caught our reflections in the partially fogged-up mirror. God, was he beautiful. And it wasn't only his physical attributes that had me hooked, but him, as a person. The way I felt at ease with him, even though we'd just met. The way he held me. The way he kissed me. The way he fucked--no--made love to me. I was never one to believe in love at first sight, and hadn't been lucky enough to find my one true love as of yet. There were times that I wondered if any of it was real at all, or just the stuff that romantic movies were made of. But, if this is what love at first sight felt like, then it was surely a damned good feeling. I paused for a moment, thinking about that word. Love. He said he loved me the night before, right before he entered me, and I wasn't sure if maybe he'd just said it because he was in the throes of passion. I wanted to believe that he meant it, because that certainly was what I was feeling. I became lost in the moment, but my trance was broken when he spoke again. "Nature's calling." I chuckled as he moved to the toilet and spread his legs wide (which made his ass cheeks flex tantalizingly). Seconds later the sound of a heavy stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet bowl filled the bathroom. I decided that I, too, needed to pee, and went over to join him. I became aroused at the sight of our dicks spewing out dueling streams of piss, and I could tell that Chuck was equally excited. With his free hand, he reached over and put his finger in my stream, then, with the same finger, began to fondle his nipple. When we were done I flushed the toilet and fell into his arms, giving him a passionate kiss that tasted just as sweet as the ones from the night before (in spite of the fact that neither of us had brushed our teeth). "Come here," he commanded, pulling me under the water and closing the shower door behind us. Steam swirled all around our bodies as he took a seat on the raised shower platform. He delivered slow kisses to my chest and my stomach as he sat down, and I stood in front of him between his open legs, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I could feel him start to tease my erect dick with his mouth, tracing the head over his lips and playing with the slit with his tongue. I moaned his name and opened my eyes long enough to see him looking up at me with those blue eyes. "You taste so good, Sam," he whispered, then immediately engulfed my entire cock in his mouth. I let out a loud grunt and placed my hand on the slippery wall in a futile attempt to steady myself. He was sucking me off with slow, deliberate and steady motions, swallowing my cock all the way down to the base each time he went down. The feel of the hot water hitting my back, coupled with Chuck going down on me, was sending me to the heights of ecstasy. I could not believe the power this man was having over my body and mind. He took both hands and began to massage my ass, then spread my cheeks and, with one finger, gently rubbed my anus in a circular motion that sent chills up my spine. "Yeah," I cried, grabbing his head and forcing it down even harder on my cock. He started to gag a little, and pulled his mouth away from my cock, letting a small stream of spit escape his lips and cling to my throbbing head. "Oh, Sam..." he moaned, looking up at me with his eyes half-open. I grabbed the bottle of liquid soap that rested on the holder beside us and squeezed some out over my dick. Chuck began to slowly beat me off, massaging the slick soap onto my dick until it sudsed up a good deal. He was beating his own cock at a rapid pace, and quickly went back to rubbing mine across his face and mouth. The torture was becoming so great that I knew I could no longer wait. I pulled back a few inches from him and grabbed his cock, positioning myself directly over his lap while positioning his cock for full entry into my hungry asshole. My breath came hard and fast as I felt the head of his dick invade the opening of my hole, and as I slid down even further on it I bit my lip to keep from screaming. "That's it, baby..." he whispered. "Sit all the way down on it..." I squatted until my ass touched his thighs, and it was then that I knew he was fully inside of me. The feel of his rigid pole invading me at this angle was almost too much to bear. It was an experience beyond pleasurable, having it pulsate inside of my anal cavity, and it was nearly driving me insane. We looked into each other's eyes for a few brief moments before I decided to start riding him. When I finally did start, he gasped and threw his head back. "Oh, yeah! Yes! Unnhh!" he screamed. I pulled his head close to my chest and fought off the urge to start crying from the immense pleasure I was feeling. Up and down I went on his cock, slow, then fast. Fast, then slow. I became almost dizzy as the feeling of his manhood penetrating me, along with the heat of the shower, sent my mind into a state of total bliss. "Chuck, it feels so...s-s-so...good," I moaned. Our bodies--wet with water and soap and sweat--made loud plap-plap sounds as my riding became more intense. He titled his head upwards and tongued kissed me through his own muffled moans, and I kissed him right back. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and down his back as far as I could, alternating between the two as my movements came quicker. He had my ass in his hands, guiding me up and down on him with simultaneous ease and force. He slapped my ass and I cried out. "Yes! Oh--fuck--YES!" I bent down and began to lick his face. It may seem silly now, but at the time, I wanted to know what every inch of his being tasted like. His eyes were shut tightly, and I began to lick the closed eyelids. I ran my tongue over his cheeks, nose, chin, lips. He opened his mouth and welcomed my tongue back in again, and we kissed for a good long time as I rode him like a cowboy riding a stallion. Chuck grabbed my cock and began to beat it ferociously, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I came. My ass became numb as I drew closer to orgasm, and I started to breathe in short, choppy rasps. "You want to cum for me, baby?" he whispered, and I nodded quickly, grabbing his shoulder blades to brace myself for the inevitable climax. My body convulsed as Chuck grasped my cock in his hand like a vice, stroking it like it had never been stroked before. He showed me no mercy as I tilted my body backward, and he had to move his own body forward in order to keep up with his thrusting. I squeezed his body tightly between my legs as the feeling of my cum rising in my throbbing cock overtook my entire being. "Come on!" he shouted. "That's right! Cum for me Sam. Come...on!" I tensed up and shot a load of cum that flew over Chuck's shoulder, hitting the tile behind him. He continued jacking me off and I sat up straight, shooting a second load onto his chest. He began to slow his pumping a little more, allowing me to shoot my third load--then a fourth, both of them on his chest and stomach. I was weak, but started back up with riding him, anxious to see the look on his face when he finally exploded. I gripped the back of his neck firmly and steadied my pace, bouncing up and down on his rock hard dick. Chuck bit his lower lip and tilted his head back, and I knew that he was close to letting go. Chuck "Yes," I said soothingly, caressing his face. "Let it go..." With that, Chuck let me grind him a quick three or four more times before lifting me off in one quick motion. He hadn't even started to beat off before the first stream of cum shot out and hit me on the stomach. I knelt before him as he ferociously beat his dick to a second explosion--this one hitting me square on the cheek. His sperm slid from my face and landed on his thigh, and I rubbed it in with my hand and watched as he screamed and squeezed out a third load that hit me in the chest. "Ohh...unnhh..." he cried. His eyes rolled back and his mouth gaped open as a fourth load squirted out and splashed me on the shoulder. Chuck's chest bulged and heaved as he slowly fought to catch his breath again. Satisfied that I had seen him squeeze out every drop of cum, I plopped my head down onto his lap. The two of us were spent as the intense heat from the hot water surrounded our bodies. There on my knees, I grabbed Chuck around the waist and hugged him tightly, softly sobbing due to the myriad of emotions that were overtaking me. He was still trembling, and I felt his hand come up to stroke my head. He slowly began to rock me back and forth. "Shhh..." he said. "I know..." ** That morning, after we recovered from our lovemaking session in the shower, I made us a breakfast of coffee, orange juice, scrambled eggs and toast, and we sat around in robes and talked for a couple of hours about a little bit of everything. I told Chuck about my job as an IT tech at a local computer company, and he told me he was from Pittsburgh, and that he'd moved further south to Delaware to transfer to a different insurance company. He'd been living in Delaware a little over six months, and I told I'd be more than happy to give him a real tour of the state and maybe take him to the horse races. He said that he was 31 (a year older than myself), that he hadn't been in a relationship in quite some time, and that he really hadn't been looking since he'd relocated. It was a little pass noon when he said that he had to leave to take care of some business with his car. We exchanged phone numbers, and I watched as he removed my robe and slid back into his khaki pants and blue Wal-Mart shirt, fighting back the urge to tell him not to go. "You busy tonight?" I asked. "Well, I'll have to go back home and check on some things there, and then I'm gonna give the shop a call to see if my car's ready. Hopefully I should have everything wrapped up sometime this evening." "Well, I'll be here for the rest of the day, trying to get this place into some kind of order. If everything goes as you plan, and you're not doing anything, give me a call." "Maybe I can come over and really help you unpack this time," he joked. "Maybe," I responded. "And then, there's always the wine..." We laughed, and I watched him move towards the door. His shirt was wrinkled, untucked and hung down over his ass, yet still you could tell that it was quite an ass to behold. I opened the door for him and, there in my doorway, we gazed at each other briefly as he ran a hand through my hair, kissing me one last time. He brushed my goatee tenderly with his finger before descending the stairs, stopping short at the landing to turn back and face me. "I meant everything I said last night. Everything," he said. I bent over the railing and watched him until I could no longer see him, rushed back into my apartment and flung open the nearest window, leaning my body halfway out of it. It wasn't long before I saw Chuck pedaling from my apartment building, and I smiled watching him move gracefully across the parking lot on his 10-speed. "Hey!" I called out. He braked immediately and looked back. "I feel the same way!" Chuck smiled wide, gave me a wink and continued to pedal his way across the street. I watched as he disappeared beyond the pine trees that partially obscured his apartment building, thinking that, for a guy who never really believed in love, I had finally found it, and in the most unlikely of places. Chuck & Dana; A Love Found Have you ever looked at someone and known instantly that person would change your life forever? It has happened twice to me. The first time it happened as I walked down an airplane exit ramp. I looked at her just as she looked at me, and we knew. That look turned into lunch, and in the end, Kelly and I were together four unforgettable years. Because of her I was a different and better person, but unimaginable circumstances tore us apart. On New Years Eve seven years ago my plane crashed at sea, and I was presumed dead. But, I didn't die, and when I returned it was to a world that had moved on without me. I too had to move onward. It was then I encountered that second person that forever changed my life. I was standing in the road, out in the middle of nowhere, map in hand, when the pickup truck, driven by a woman turned at the four-way intersection and stopped beside me. "You look lost." she said. "I do?" "Where you headed?" "I was just deciding that now." The driver got out of her truck and walked in my direction. It appeared as if a brilliant halo of light surrounded her. She was absolutely perfect, and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had a radiant smile, shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes, a smooth tan complexion, and a perfect figure highlighted by a tank top and tight jeans. I noticed all that, but it was her voice that struck every chord of my being. It was a chorus of angels all in one voice. To this day I am amazed I heard any of her words. "That road will take you south to Oklahoma City and Dallas. You go west on this road and run into Amarillo, Flagstaff, and eventually the West Coast. Back that direction is east toward St Louis, and if you take this northbound road you'll find a whole lot of nothing all the way to Canada." "I think I got it." I replied. She returned to her truck, giving me a view of her perfect backside. Just before driving off she said; "Good luck cowboy. Hope you find what you're looking for." As she drove away I saw painted on the tailgate the picture of a stylized butterfly. It was the same emblem on a box that had played an important role in my survival. In that instant, where before I had no direction I now knew the next path to follow. I turned my Jeep around and followed her dust cloud, but I knew where she was headed. Less than thirty minutes ago I had delivered that previously mentioned box to her front door with a note that read; "This box kept me alive" Chuck Nolan. From the distance I saw her walk to the door, pick up the box, read the note, and as I neared the front gate turn toward the sound of my engine. She walked my way as I parked and turned off the ignition. "Did you leave this? Yes, now I remember seeing you on the news. Never thought out here I would run into someone famous." "I don't know about famous." I responded; "Maybe noteworthy for a moment in time. When I saw the butterfly on your truck I decided to thank you in person." "I don't know what I did, but you are welcome" she replied. "My name is Dana, Dana Goldwing, and this is the Golden Wing Ranch. Would you like to come in for something cold to drink?" She reached out to shake hands, and in the moment as our fingers touched what seemed like an electric shock flew from my fingers, up my arm, all the way to my soul. I knew this woman was important in my life. I knew my life would never be the same. We touched, and from then until we reached the house neither was willing to let go of the other's hand. Our eyes were locked, and we each knew the world was different. In that short walk we sensed the dramatic shift in the direction of our lives. We knew our destines were locked together, and that each was a guide for the other. As we walked I studied every curve and contour of her face. I strived to memorize that moment; the way she looked, walked, dressed, smelled; and then the ring on her finger. My euphoria plunged toward bottom, much like taking an outdoor ice bath on Lake Michigan in January. Dana saw the change in my face and came to a halt. She gently asked; "What's wrong?" Then she followed my gaze to her left hand. "I was married, but I'm not anymore. Steve disappeared on New Years Eve seven years ago. The courts have since declared him dead, and the rings are just a habit I've never altered. No one knows what happened; he simply vanished. I loved him. He was very special, and I know he will always be a part of me. He made me tremble with excitement." Dana continued: "No one before or since Steve has come close to making me feel that way; that is no one until you. Out at the intersection I felt a shiver. When you drove into the yard my knees went weak. When you took my hand a shock went through me that transcended anything I ever felt before. The rings can go in a heartbeat. Does that ease your mind, or do my feeling cause a problem?" "There was no problem; just concern. I didn't want to interfere with a marriage. As to the feelings you describe, I understand completely what you mean. The same thing is happening to me." "It is clear we both sense something happening between us. I've never experienced anything like this. It is like an inexplicable force has led me here, and is directing my every move." I paused to think a moment; then my eyes flew open in shock: "Wait! You say he disappeared on New Years Eve seven years ago?" I stepped back then looked at her and said in a low voice; "This is something beyond coincidence: some other force has definitely taken control of my life. You may find this difficult to accept, but that is the same date my plane crashed! That is when I ceased to exist. This is too weird. You, him, the coincidence is too great for random chance." As if pushed, we fell into each other's arms and clutched in a tight embrace, our lips joined in a passionate struggle. It was a kiss of the lost and the found; a kiss that seemed to last forever as our tongues danced to explore each other's mouth. I wanted her more than I have ever wanted anyone in my life. My body was afire, and in a very normal response my penis was erect. However, and despite my consuming passion, I forced myself to step back. I had to make sure this is what she wanted. I would not force her into something against her will. Dana looked at me, her eyes big with concern, and then with understanding: "Chuck, I understand why you backed away. It was a gallant gesture. I felt your excitement and arousal, but you don't have to protect me from myself. I have the same sense as you that something very profound is occurring between us. It scares me; yet at the same time it is thrilling, wonderful, and oh so very, very arousing. It's as if some primordial force has taken control and is driving me toward a rendezvous with destiny." "Chuck, I want this. I want you as much, if not more, than I think you want me. Before today, Steve was the only man who had ever made me tingle. Now you appear, and in moment I have gone so far past tingling that I can barely stand the excitement." She paused, and then continued; "I hope you are not offended by strong language, but at this moment that is how I can best express myself. I felt your cock, as it grew hard against my body. What you cannot feel is my response; the wetness pouring from between legs. My body is screaming to join yours. I have this craving that makes me want to grab you, throw you to the ground, and fuck you right here in the yard. My body is yelling that I need you inside me. I want you to put your cock in me at this very moment. I don't want you to make love to me; the craving is too intense. I want you to fuck me!" What could a guy say to that? No one had ever gotten under my skin like this woman. Kelly had made me tingle, but as Dana had described, I was way beyond tingle. Whatever the feeling was, it was in every part of my body. Dana's words told me of her feelings and gave me permission to do what my body was begging of me. I turned toward her bluntly asking; "In the house or here in the yard; your choice?" She took my hand; "The bedroom is this way. We can do it in the yard later." Dana pulled me close as we moved toward the back of the house and the bedroom. We joined our lips in a fiery kiss as her breasts were crushed against my chest and our groins ground together. Her hand reached between us to feel my erection. "Oh god, I have never wanted a man as much as I want you!" she exclaimed. We fell into the bed, and between kisses worked hard to remove our shirts, pants, shoes, and underwear. In the process our bodies continually rubbed stoking the fire of our passion. There was no tenderness. It was pure passion-driven prelude to hard sex. I squeezed her beasts and tweaked her nipples. She momentarily grabbed my cock and pulled me toward her. I forced her hand away then switched position to put my face next to her pussy. It was beautiful. The auburn hair was long on her pubic mound, but the lips were devoid of any hair. My mouth enveloped her lower lips while my tongue sought out her pussy hole and clit. Dana was busy sucking my cock into her mouth and exploring the sensations she could extract from me, but she quickly tired of the game: "Enough of this playing around! Your tongue is wonderful, but I need you cock! Put your cock in my hole and fuck me!" Dana demanded. "Oh god, fuck me now!" As ordered, I placed my cock at the entrance to her love-hole then plunged with a single stroke to its very depths. The walls of her vaginal channel grasped my seven-inch phallic member in a tight coital exchange, and as it slid the length of her cunt we both moaned with pleasure. Dana screamed; "It has been so long, and you feel so fuckin wonderful! Start pumping that cock into me, and pump it hard! Fuck me hard! FUCK ME, NOW!" My body did as she command; I pounded her hard with stroke after stroke. By rough count, after every fifth plunge into her body she shivered with orgasmic tremors. I don't know how many times she came, or how much time elapsed, but in due course her tremors, and the tightness of her cuntal walls brought me near my climax. I began to withdraw. Recognizing what I was about to do, Dana panting for breath yelled; "Don't you dare pull out! I want to feel you cum inside me! I want to feel you squirt your man-juice deep inside my pussy! Stay in me until you cum!" It was a good thing we were in a rural area because our climatic screams would have disturbed any neighbors. As we approached conclusion, Dana's shriek increased in intensity with each plunge of my prick, and I added my share of groans as I crossed the edge and plunged into orgasmic bliss. Afterwards, we lay in bed clinging tightly as if afraid to let go of the dream. But, it was not a dream; our bodies and words were real. The trembles we felt had not changed. Dana, slick with sweat looked at me and slyly said; "In a little while, if you are up to it, we can slow down and make gentle love." In the little bit of time before I was "up to it" we turned from pounding, animalistic sex to a gentle, caressing, and a caring form of making love. Our kisses were soft, and our hands explored with a sensitive touch. It was as if we were guided by angels. When at last we made love it was with a sense of deep emotion and commitment. Without another thought or any doubt we knew our lives were forever joined. Many years have passed since that afternoon, and our love has only grown deeper. Dana and I know from experience that with each breath our lives can move in a different direction. It is for that reason we never take the other for granted. Throughout the day we display continual actions that reaffirm our love and commitment. When we walk our fingers intertwine. We are not ashamed to kiss or cuddle in public, to openly announce our love for one another. Our love is for all to know, and despite this story, our sexual celebration of that love is a private affair. Everything we desire we have found in each other. If you have met a person who forever changed your life then you understand the intensity that Dana and I experienced. If you have not yet met that person I hope it happens to you very soon. Chuck and I Now, fifty years after the event, which has had an indelible, although often unrecognized, effect on my life, I wonder, and reminisce, and smile with the remembered pleasure. Does he remember too? Does the memories cause that old, familiar surging deep in his loins like they do mine? Even now I feel the lubricant begin to form on my tired, wrinkled appendage of joy as I begin this journey by written word of teenage discovery, forbidden experiences, and true knowledge of another being. We were both eighteen when we met. He was a senior at the private school where I had, through my own stubbornness and dislike for authority, sentenced myself. Whereas he was in a private school because his family could afford it, I was there because I foolishly believed I could grab a wooden ruler out of a teacher's threatening hand and smack her across the head with it just as she had me and actually get away with it! No such luck! I had been unceremoniously dragged to the principal's office and summarily expelled from school in the beginning of my senior year. I wasn't ready to completely abandon my education so, after some investigation and tear-felt conversations with my parents; I enrolled at the diploma mill private school known as Fernhall Academy in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. The school was small, just as Fort Lauderdale was at that time in the late fifties. There couldn't have been more than forty students in the entire school and ninety percent of them were in grade school. It turned out that Chuck, myself, and two girls were the entire senior class, so it was a given that Chuck and I would gravitate to each other. We became inseparable friends, spending most of our time in and out of school together. One wouldn't expect such a union, actually, as we were complete opposites in physical appearance. While Chuck had black hair and was outgoing, I was summer-blond and somewhat introverted. We were both theater ushers, working at a theater on Las Olas Boulevard called "The Colony". This was in the age when theater ushers wore fancy uniforms and were often viewed by the younger girls with a certain amount of awe and flirtation. That fact was another common thing between Chuck and I...we both never failed to take advantage of the young girls infatuation, often competing with one another to see who could get to "first base" with one girl or another. I have to admit now that Chuck seemed to have better luck than I, easily winning any girl we were both trying to pick up. In retrospect, I guess it was that particular knack of his that attracted me to him, made me not only envy him, but also made me want to get closer to him. Not that I had any thoughts of homosexuality at that time...just an undefined attraction that I was not consciously aware of. Then came the day when I became aware of that attraction--and more. It was one of those slow days in the theater. A day where few of the available seats were filled, due mostly to the fact that the film showing at that time was really terrible, a film that few people were willing to waste their fifty cents on. On such days Chuck and I would often sit in either the very top row in the balcony, just below the projector booth, and bull shit the time away. On this particular day, Chuck suggested we go sit on the stairs that led into the projector booth--a location that was completely private due to the wall separating the seating below to the entrance into the booth. I knew that Chuck had used that private spot on a few occasions when he had a chick to make out with, but it surprised me that he suggested we sit up there. "What if we have some people come in or the manager looking for us?" I nervously asked, unsure if it was a good idea for both of us to be out of sight as we were the only two ushers on duty. "Ah, not a problem. What fool is going to pay to see this movie?" Chuck brushed my protests aside. "I just like the privacy of up there." Mollified, I followed Chuck up the short aisle and around the separating wall and sat down beside him on one of the carpeted steps. We sat there in silence for only a moment when Chuck began to wave his small flashlight beam around, passing it over my face a couple of times. We had been talking about one of the scenes in the movie that was showing which had a hypnotist putting a spell on one of his patients and Chuck had mentioned that he wished he could hypnotize people. Chuck must have been thinking of the scene again as he passed the beam across my eyes a couple more times and remarked, "I bet I can hypnotize you." With that remark, Chuck began to rhythmically move the beam back and forth across my eyes. I was amused by his actions, certain that I could not be hypnotized, and decided to play along. Although my eyes were focused straight ahead somewhere above Chucks head, I saw him move one hand down to his pants and then I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. I was surprised when I saw him pull his cock out and stroke it a couple of times, but I didn't reveal my surprise as he continued to move the light beam back and forth. "Your eyes are getting heavy," Chuck whispered. "Follow the light and relax. Let yourself come under my spell. Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier. Sleep, go to sleep." I recognized the lines from the movie and had the sudden impulse to laugh at Chuck's amateurish attempt at hypnotism, but I controlled it, curious as to where our little game was going. My peripheral vision revealed that Chuck was now actively massaging his cock, his thumb stroking across the tip, spreading a thin sheen of precum over the burgeoning head. "You are now under my spell," Chuck droned in a soothing voice. "You will stay under my spell until I clap my hands. When I tell you to do something, you will do it without hesitation. Do you understand me?" Playing the game, I replied in a robotic voice, "yes, sir. I understand. I will obey." Chuck lowered the beam of light to focus on his rigid cock and commanded, "Kiss my dick." If it wasn't for wanting to play the game to it's conclusion, I most likely would have laughed in Chuck's face at his command, as we had joked many times with a phrase something like "kiss my add". But for some reason, some reason I can't now explain other than to say that I really wanted to do as he commanded, I leaned forward and planted a closed-mouth kiss on the tip of his cock and then straightened back up. I could feel that some of his precum had transferred to my lips, but resisted the temptation to lick it off. "Very good. You did very well. Raise your hand if you are fully under my spell," Chuck ordered. I mechanically raised my hand, knowing to leave it raised as though I was fully under his spell and had to wait for his command to lower it. Chuck grinned when I raised my hand. "You may lower it now. You are now going to do something that you won't remember when awakened. But when I give you the magic word 'sleep', you will once again be under my spell and do what I am going to have you do now. Do you understand? Smack your lips if you do?" As though I truly was hypnotized, I smacked my lips in response and waited for Chuck's next command, but was surprised when he stood and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles before sitting back down. "Kiss my dick again, but French kiss it this time," came the order. I began to realize that I was enjoying our little game and at the same time was feeling a stirring in my loins, my own cock beginning to stir as I bent forward and planted by open mouth on Chuck's pulsating cock, pleased when I heard him moan. "Ummm, yeh, run your tongue around the head," Chuck whispered. "Think of it as French kissing a girl. Make love to it." I began to run my tongue in circles around the head, tasting the slickness of Chuck's precum, appearing to flow heavier. I felt Chuck's hand rest on the back of my head as he directed, "go up and down now. Suck me. Show me that you love sucking my dick." I was tempted to confess to Chuck that I was not hypnotized but actually wanted to suck his cock, but decided I enjoyed it more to have him tell me what to do, so I did as directed, sucking his cock like I had mine sucked on the rare occasion I received a blow job. I made every effort to suck the stiff, veined cock just like I liked mine sucked, actually beginning to love the experience, my tongue and lips massaging and teasing the full length, from the sparsely covered hair of Chuck's balls to the slitted, rubbery tip while Chuck's moans became louder, more pronounced, and his breathing labored. By now his cock was striking the back of my throat, almost causing me to gag, but I was able to control it, not really thinking about it as I lavished attention to the entire six inches of meat. After about ten minutes, Chuck's hand on the back of my head pressed my face hard into his crotch and he curled his pelvis upward and then I felt the first spurt of cum strike my throat, followed by several more spurts that filled my mouth to almost over-flowing until I managed to swallow. I was surprised by the taste, expecting it to taste foul, but instead it was just slightly bitter and hot, the very taste erotic in itself and I decided I LIKED it! I worked to suck every ounce of cum from Chuck's body once the pressure on my head eased, hungry for more of the elixir. I knew at that moment that I loved cock sucking and my sexuality was changed forever. Chuck finally pulled my mouth off of his cock, rubbing the head across my lips as he did so, then quickly standing and pulling his pants up, stuffing his shrinking cock back in his pants. He smiled down at me and then clapped his hands, "Do you remember anything from the last few minutes?" Still playing the game, I nodded. "Sure, we were talking about hypnotizing and you were shining that damn light in my eyes, telling me you could hypnotize me." With a laugh, Chuck admitted, "you're right--I couldn't hypnotize you. I tried, but I guess I wasn't doing it right or something. Oh, well, it was worth a try." Then he took me by surprise when he uttered, "sleep." It took seconds for me to remember that 'sleep' was to be his command for once again putting me under a hypnotic spell and I quickly recovered and froze as though I was waiting for his next command. Obviously testing me, Chuck compelled, "kiss my dick through my pants." Without hesitation, I leaned forward and eagerly kissed the now-small lump in his pants, leaving a telltale wet ring from my salivating lips. Pleased, Chuck once again clapped his hands, pretending that nothing had happened, "well, we better get back down stairs before the boss comes looking for us." I stood and followed Chuck back down the stairs to the main floor of the theater; completely unaware that old Roger, the projectionist, had seen everything that had transpired between chuck and I through the porthole in the wall of the booth. He had ended up splattering his load of cum on the wall as he had jerked himself off, excited by the scene on the steps below the booth. As I followed Chuck down the ramp, I considered what had happened between us and realized that our relationship had changed. Now I understood why girls seemed to prefer him when we contested for their attention, for I was feeling more than an attraction now for my buddy, something akin to love. I knew that I wanted to suck his cock again and again and wondered if he would have me 'under his spell' again. If not, I knew that I would have to initiate the action. ****************** Fortunately for me, Chuck evidently had thoroughly enjoyed the blow job he had received from his 'hypnotized' play mate, for it was only a few days later when we were driving out to the beach one night after a day's work. Chuck pulled his car into a stand of trees and brush down near the jetties and the Yankee Clipper. He turned off the motor and turned sideways in the seat to face me, his right leg pulled up and bent to the side against the seat back. Without preamble, he muttered, "sleep". I had been waiting and hoping that Chuck would issue his 'magic' command and immediately pretended to fall into a hypnotic state, sitting there, staring straight out of the front window like I believed a truly-hypnotized person would while awaiting the next command. Testing, Chuck questioned, "are you under my spell? Are you ready to do what I say?" I somewhat croaked, "yes, I will obey." "Good, my cock-sucker, my queer. That is what you are now. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." "Then say it. Say I am your cock-sucker, your queer." "I am your cock-sucker. I am your queer," I repeated in a robotic tone. "Then take my dick out, cock-sucker. Take it out and smother it with kisses." I turned in the seat and reached for his zipper, awkwardly pulling it down as far as I could, unused to manipulating someone else's zipper. I reached inside and was surprised that Chuck had gone commando, having nothing else to cover his rapidly stiffening cock. I pulled it out with difficulty and then immediately bent over and began to kiss it all over, taking a lot of pleasure in licking the precum off of the head. While I repeatedly kissed and licked at his cock, Chuck undid his belt and worked his pants down over his hips, rising from the seat briefly to accomplish the task. With his pants now around his ankles and both feet up on the seat, Chuck commanded, "lick my nuts, cock-sucker." The order startled me some as I had never had anyone lick my nuts and didn't expect to be ordered to do that for Chuck. Not wanting to give away my un-hypnotized state by objecting, I did as I was told, running my tongue over the stiff-haired balls that had tightened up against the base of Chuck's cock. I heard Chuck moan with pleasure and he parted his legs as much as he could to give me better access to his jewels. "Oh, yeh, you queer, you faggot. That feels good. Real good! Mmmm, lick it lower, lower." I wasn't sure what Chuck wanted by instructing me to lick lower as I was just a couple of inches from his asshole. I could even smell the faint odor from the nearby orifice. I licked just behind his balls, hoping that was all he wanted when he stopped me and ordered, "take my pants off, slave." I rose up and reached for Chuck's feet so I could take off his shoes first but then realized that he had already kicked the loafers off his feet. So I pulled his jeans on off his feet and placed them on the floor of the car. "That's better," Chuck exclaimed as he spread his legs wide, one leg on each side of my hips. "Now, get back to licking me down there. Right where you were." I was not enthralled by at first by this latest desire of Chuck's, but I returned to my previous position right behind his nuts, working my tongue side to side and up on his wrinkled sack, meticulously avoiding his dirty hole. "Lower, bitch. Go lower. I want you licking my asshole like the dirty cocksucker you are. Do it NOW!!" I must have flinched at the very thought of obeying Chuck's command, for he sharply repeated, "do it NOW!" I tentatively tongued my way back to the star-shaped hole and ran my tongue around the outside, bringing an immediate response from my master, "damn! Damn! Oh, god, yes, yes! Tongue it, lover, tongue it. Man, that feels good, so good. Wrap your fingers around my dick while you rim me, sucker." My hand automatically wrapped around Chuck's steel-hard cock and I was surprised to feel it harden even more as my tongue worked on his asshole. His moans and the hardness of his cock told me that I was doing right and the pleasure I was giving him was magnified over and over. I began to really get into rimming the opening orifice and gradually worked the tip of my tongue inside, not even noticing any odor, only enjoying the effect I was having on the man I was beginning to love. "God, yes, yes, tongue my ass, baby, tongue me. Ohhh, you're making me so-o-o hard! My whole ass is tingling! Wow! God, I love it!" I continued to tongue his hole while my hand squeezed his cock, amazed at how hard it had become, seeming to be even larger than the first time I had sucked it. After about five more minutes of tonguing Chuck, he urgently whispered, "I'm ready to give you a load of cum. Get your mouth on my cock." No sooner had I placed my mouth over Chuck's cock when it exploded, spraying my mouth with a huge quantity of cum. I eagerly swallowed the hot, sticky fluid and began to work my mouth up and down the slickened surface, attempting to suck even more cum from his belly. I sucked for a good five minutes before I realized that his cock hadn't deflated any at all--staying just as hard as before he had cum. "Yeh, keep on sucking, my sweet cock-sucker. It feels so damn good and it's going to stay hard for some time. That's what rimming my asshole does for it--makes it even harder. Better for fucking that way. Too bad you don't have a pussy or you'd know what I mean." My jaw was getting tired, but I loved the feeling of Chuck's cock in my mouth, so I continued to suck for at least another fifteen minutes before Chuck shot another load of cum in my mouth. Not as much as before, but every bit as delicious. I now realized that I was a complete slave to his desires and wouldn't deny him anything, although my limited experience told me that there was nothing more I could do to please him. In a matter of days, I found out I was wrong in that assumption. **************** It was another movie that no one wanted to spend fifty cents to see. So, without explaining, Chuck suggested we go up to the area by the projection booth. As soon as we rounded the end of the wall leading to the booth, Chuck whispered, "sleep". I quickly stopped in my tracks and stood mutely staring straight ahead, awaiting his next instruction. I was surprised when he lightly knocked on the door to the booth without saying anything to me. It must have been prearranged, for Roger opened the door immediately and beckoned for us to come in urgently as he looked past us to see if we had been observed. Chuck had to instruct me in my 'hypnotized' state to enter the booth and I saw him wink at old Roger. I followed Chuck docilely into the small, crowded booth as Roger quickly closed and latched the door. I stood by the side of the door looking straight ahead as Roger moved around in front of me, his eyes roving over my form suspiciously. Roger's graying head turned to Chuck and he whispered hoarsely, "You sure he's under your spell?" "Sure, he is. Watch." Chuck turned to me and ordered, "Take my cock out." I didn't feel right doing it in front of someone else, particularly old Roger, but I had to maintain the ruse of being hypnotized. I knelt down and unzipped Chuck's pants and reached in to pull his cock out. Once I had it out, I did nothing but stayed in a kneeling position. Roger expelled an excited breath, "damn! He really does what you tell him?" "Kiss my dick, cock-sucker," Chuck snapped, reveling in his power over me. Once again, I did as directed, leaning forward and kissing the soft head, then settled back on my heels. Chuck asked the old man, "You want him to do what you want, Roger?" "S-sure, sure," Roger eagerly replied. "Will he do anything I tell him?" "I'll make sure he does," Chuck answered before looking down at me and commanding, "you will now become Roger's slave and do whatever he tells you to do. You will be our slut." Then he nodded at Roger and told him, "Tell our slut what you want him to do." Roger cleared his throat and then stepped in front of me. "Take my cock out, kid." I could feel my face burning and hoped that neither of them would notice in the dark interior of the booth as I reached for Roger's pants and undid the zipper. I reached inside and was surprised to find a very large, thick cock springing to life as soon as I touched it. I had to struggle to take the huge appendage out of his pants and only managed when Roger popped the button on his trousers and pushed them down over his hips. I couldn't help but stare at the piece of meat pointing straight at my face. It really was huge! I guessed about seven to eight inches at least. And it wasn't just long, but was also very thick, easily surpassing both Chuck's teenage cocks and mine. Real man meat. I had thought of Roger as old, although I knew he really wasn't old, old. Maybe late thirties or so, but his gray hair made him look older. Now I could see that his pubic hair wasn't gray, but a thick mass of curly, black hair. Chuck & I (and Roger) Author's Note: The following story is a continuation of the story "Chuck & I" and I would suggest that story be read prior to reading this story. * I had just come on duty at the Colony theater one day and was just exiting the small, closet-like room where the ushers changed into their uniforms when I saw Roger come in the theater. When he saw me, Roger hurried to my side and, with a hand gripping my shoulder possessively, exclaimed, "hey, kid! Howya doin?" Not waiting for an answer, he added, "I talked to Chuck today! He called me from some place up in New York. Said he was being shipped to Germany, or some place over there. You hear from him?" The surprise that he had called Roger and not myself must have shown on my face, for Roger's tone changed from enthusiastic to sympathetic. "You hadn't heard from him, huh? Guess he didn't have the time. I'm sure he was thinking of you, though." I'm sure it wasn't my imagination, for I was sure that I saw Roger wink when he uttered his last sentence. But I could never be sure with Roger. He was always unfathomable to me, although we rarely spoke other than to say 'hi' or 'how you doing' when we saw each other in the theater. I had noticed a definite change in his attitude ever since that day when Chuck had taken me up to the projection booth, however. He had always been somewhat stand-offish prior to that day, but after Chuck had me give Roger a blow job that day in the booth, Roger had been almost friendly. He never mentioned that day in the booth to me, so I had always assumed that either he had promised Chuck he wouldn't or my servicing him was just a one-time thing. Roger squeezed my shoulder and confided, "Chuck and I had a real good talk and I'll tell you about it later if you'll come up to the booth. But right now, I better get to work! I have to get that movie loaded." Roger looked searchingly in my eyes and almost whispered, "see you later, kid?" I could only nod as my mind was attempting to decipher Roger's hidden meaning about the talk he had with Chuck. The way he had said it, I had the feeling that Chuck had told him some things about me, things that weren't common knowledge, possibly stories about things he had made me do. I felt my face color at the thought of Roger, or anyone else for that matter, knowing some of the things I had done with Chuck before he had left for the army. I finally managed to force the thoughts out of my mind and headed up the ramp to do my pre-movie check of the theater, making sure the floor was clean, all the exits were shut, and the aisle lights were all working. The movie was about half over when I suddenly remembered that Roger had asked me to come up to the booth so he could tell me about his talk with Chuck. After making one final check of the theater and ascertaining I wasn't needed on the floor at that time, I made my way up the steep ramp to the back of the theater and then went around the wall which divided the entrance to the booth from the seats in the balcony. I softly rapped on the door and, after an uncertain moment, the door opened, spilling the projector light out onto the small area leading to the booth. Roger held the door open and whispered, "c'mon in, kid. Hurry up." I quickly stepped up the two steps into the booth and heard the door shut behind me and then heard the tell-tale sound of the lock being closed with a click. I turned to look at Roger and asked, "uh, what did Chuck have to say, Roger? Is he liking it in the army?" With one word, Roger answered my questions, "sleep". It took several seconds for the almost-forgotten command which Chuck had used on me numerous times to sink in. I hadn't heard that singular work for months. For a long time after Chuck had left, I longed to hear that one word, that one key that released my inhibitions, my submissiveness. And now, now I hear it from an unexpected source. My mind battled very briefly with decision...should I continue the farce I had with Chuck, or admit the truth? The decision was made in a split second when I heard Roger speak again. "On your knees, cock-sucker. Take my dick out and kiss it." The very force with which Roger had spoken made the decision for me....I LOVED being commanded. Without any further hesitation, or even thought, I obeyed Roger's command and sunk to my knees. I felt a comfort, a warmth envelop me as I reached out with my hands and opened Roger's pants with an almost-familiarity as though I had completed the same task many, many times. Once I had his pants open, I worked a hand through the zippered opening and gently persuaded Roger's rapidly-expanding cock to peek it's head out in the open. I quickly leaned forward and kissed the soft flesh passionately, my tongue caressing the leaking head, coating my taste buds with the sexual elixer. I was thrilled with the immediate response as Roger's cock hardened and I began to smother it with kisses. I could hear Roger unfastening his belt and then push his pants down to his knees and waited for his next command, longed for his next command, my whole being wanting to envelop his cock with my mouth, to love it like I had Chuck's. It was a short wait as I heard Roger groan, "mmm, yes, god, it's been so long. Suck it, kid. Suck my dick. Show me how you love it." And I did. I did love it. I showed it when I quickly, without preamble, swallowed the entire length of at least seven inches, possibly eight, holding it lodged in my throat as I used my tongue to lathe his nut sack. When my brain told me I needed air, I slowly backed off the rippled meat until just the head remained in my hot mouth where my tongue agonizingly teased every centimeter of the rubbery head, flicking at the glans relentlessly before once again plunging down the length and burying it in my throat. "Oh, kid, you've learned to suck cock GOOD! You're better than the first time. Man! Jeezuss!" Roger began to fuck my face energetically while he held my head, his fingers affectionately weaving through my hair. My much-improved technique soon proved too much for him for suddenly he held my head in place with his cock fully buried in my throat as I felt several hot spurts of thick cum running down my gullet. Roger's legs began to shake as his cock emptied his supply of cum and he backed off slightly until his still-oozing dick head was resting on my tongue. I took the opportunity to breathe deeply while I lovingly siphoned the last of his juice out of the rapidly-deflating appendage. Soon, though, the sensitive head caused Roger to push my mouth off of his cock with the admonition, "that's enough, kid. You can stop now." Playing the game, I remained on my knees while Roger tucked his cock back in his briefs and pulled up his pants. Roger looked down at me and patted me on the head, "you can get up now, my lovely dick-sucker." I got to my feet, unsure of what I should do next, whether to continue playing the role of hypnotized slut or confess my ruse. The submissive side of me decided on the former, a part of me realizing that I could never do all that might be demanded of myself unless I continued the role I had always practiced with Chuck. So I stood there with a blank look on my face, supposedly awaiting my next command. It took Roger a couple of minutes to realize why I hadn't said anything or appeared like I was ready to leave the small room. "Oh, yeh, that's right...you're waiting for further instructions, aren't you?" I wasn't sure if a truly hypnotized person would reply to theoretical question, but I decided I should just in case. "Yes, sir. I am ready for your next command." Evidently, Roger wasn't too familiar with hypnotized subjects either, for he grinned and then instructed, "very well, kid. You are to report here every day and ask how you can serve me. You will not remember that I gave you this instruction, but will act on it instinctively. You are now my sex slave whenever I want and will obey whenever and wherever I command. Do you understand, slave?" "Yes, sir. I understand, sir. I will obey your every command." Roger stood there a moment thoughtfully rubbing his chin while studying me. "I know you will. Right now you will drop your pants and underwear and show me your ass." The command surprised me, for Roger had not shown any interest in fucking me, but I knew I had to obey his order or confess my ruse, so I methodically unfastened my pants and pushed both them and my boxer shorts down to my ankles. Roger stepped behind me and, pushing my starched shirt up, ran his hand over my ass, even squeezed one cheek. "Mmm, nice and smooth," he muttered. "Like a baby's butt. Or maybe a woman's ass. Are you a woman, boy?" I wasn't sure how to answer the odd question, so I remained silent until Roger repeated, "I said, are you a woman, boy?" My mind scrambled for a plausible answer and I finally blurted, "I am what you want me to be, sir." Roger slid a finger down the crack of my ass and chuckled, "good answer, slut. You are exactly what I want you to be...you are a woman in every way I want, a woman I can fuck however I want. Is that right, slut?" "Yes, sir. Yes. I am your woman." Roger's hand and fingers left my behind and he ordered, "pull your pants up, girl. Straighten yourself up." I dutifully did as instructed and then stood zombie-like awaiting another command, but all Roger voiced was, "you will not remember any of this time with me until the next time we are together." Then he clapped his hands loudly and quickly moved over to stand behind one of the large projectors. "Wh, was that all Chuck had to say, Roger?" I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I pretended that Roger had told me something that Chuck had told him. "Huh? Huh? Oh, oh, yeh. Yeh, that was all," Roger quickly caught on, thinking that I truly did not remember anything from the last half-hour or so. Turning his attention from the projector, he advised, "I think you better get downstairs before the boss comes looking for you." "Yeh, you're right. I've been off the floor too long. I'll see you later." I caught the grin that Roger flashed at my parting words and realized how prophetic my words had been in his lecherous mind. Without another word or a look back, I hastily exited the projection booth, my mind full of all that had transpired in the last few minutes. Prior to this time, I had no idea that Roger was interested in adapting Chuck's position as my master. Apparently, Chuck had told him the complete story as to how I had come 'under his spell' and how Roger could utilize the same technique. Thinking about it, I was now surprised that Chuck had not told someone the same details before now. I guessed that he had chosen Roger because of the two of us working together. Regardless, I found that I enjoyed the transition from being a free cock-loving spirit to one who only existed to serve and obey one man, to be used however he saw fit. Now I was looking forward to seeing how Roger would take advantage of the new-found power he had over me. **************************** Following Roger's orders to the letter, I visited the projection booth the very next day. As soon as Roger had let me in the booth and locked the door, he commanded, "sleep". Once again, I stood there obediently awaiting his next command, fearful that the rapid beating of my heart in anticipation could be heard. Roger evidently couldn't detect the expectancy in me, for in one curt command ordered, "take your clothes off, bitch. Strip for me." It was the first time I had been called a 'bitch', but I quickly realized that it was exactly what I had become...not a boy, or a man, but a man's woman, his bitch. Realizing this, I actually took pride in it and quickly complied with Roger's unexpected command, stripping my body of every stitch of clothing and then standing there for his examination and appraisal, hoping that he would like what he saw while certain that he would. I had a well-developed body, completely proportionate, tanned from numerous hours on Fort Lauderdale's beaches, relatively hairless, with soft, smooth skin. "A woman's skin", I thought silently and proudly. Even women and girls had praised my legs, obviously envious of their shape and form. Roger walked completely around me, his eyes approvingly appraising every inch, before stopping in front of me and then removing his pants and underwear before ordering, "lick me, slut. Lick my body, starting at my belly and down to my knees." I had expected Roger to order me to kiss and suck his cock, which was now pointing upward at a forty-five degree angle, so his order took me by surprise. Still, I sunk to my knees and began to kiss and lick his body, having to push his shirt up a little to comply with licking his belly, his cock continually striking me in the face as I worked my mouth and tongue over his abdomen, his hairs tickling my nose as I traversed back and forth, up and down the white skin, feeling his stomach muscles react to the titillating stroking of my tongue. Downward I went, my mouth teasingly capturing his cock as I went around his pubic area, finally getting to his nut sack where I would take first one and then the other in my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue, gently, lovingly, feeling their weight increase from my attention. When I had reached Roger's knees, he breathed heavily, "that's good, bitch. Now suck my dick. Get it good and wet. Show me how you love my cock because tonight my cock is going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck my woman and my woman is going to enjoy every inch pushed up in her pussy." I eagerly followed Roger's instructions, hungry for the taste of his cock, the feeling of it's strength in my mouth, his approving moans of pleasure as I sucked on the center of his being. Following Roger's orders, and for my own benefit, I slobbered on his cock, thoroughly wetting it, admiring how this tremendous piece of meat could continue to harden and grow past previous bounds. "Finger your pussy, bitch. Open that hole up for me," Roger hissed. I had never fingered my ass before, but I saw the wisdom in my new lover, my master. I had to finger my asshole so it would open wider, would blossom just like a vagina, to accept his formidable width. I thought back to the night when Chuck had sold me to two men at the Governor's hotel and how I had lost my anal cherry to that cruel pair, particularly that fat slob named Roy. He had brutally raped my ass, forever stretching it beyond normal. That in mind, I slipped my right hand between my spread legs and gingerly ran my middle finger around my anal opening, gradually working towards the center until I had slipped that finger in to the first knuckle. Then I began to slowly rotate my finger while I never lost my concentration on Roger's cock, actually salivating even more from the mere thought of having him fuck me. Soon, I was able to work two, and then three fingers inside my man-pussy, thrilling at the excited nerve endings around the wrinkled ring, finding that I enjoyed fingering myself. Roger was ready to fuck about the same time as my ass was ready for him, for he pushed my mouth off his cock and ordered, "bend over that chair, slut. You're going to get the fucking of your life." I quickly stood up and took the couple of steps to the chair Roger used while running the projectors. Spreading my legs, I bent over the cushioned seat and lowered my torso until my chest was resting on the seat with my arms hanging over the side. Roger wasted no time, hurriedly stepping between my outstretched legs, his lengthy cock slipping between my rounded cheeks as he gripped my hips and made a couple of tentative strokes up and down the crack. "Put it in, slut. Reach back here and put my cock in your tight pussy." It was a little difficult for me to reach behind myself and grip his pulsing cock, but I did manage to do it by twisting at the waist a little. I was surprised by how Roger's cock seemed to have grown, becoming both thicker and longer and for a brief second, I questioned myself whether I could accept such a hard, wide, and long dick inside my near-virgin hole. Roger dispelled my silent question as he pushed forward, eager to send his missile up my hot canal. I felt the tip push against my perineum and pushed the hard rod upward until I felt the rubbery tip come in contact with my still-relaxed opening. As soon as Roger felt his cock touch the wrinkled hole, he pushed forward with his hips while pulling backward on mine. With just a little resistance, the spade-like head popped inside the loosened sphincter, quickly followed by two or three inches of steel-hard flesh. I felt Roger withdraw his tool a couple of inches before he lunged forward and pushed a good half of his cock inside me. The sudden intrusion, along with the additional stretching of my opening, caused me to emit an involuntary moan, my hands clenching in response to the pain, my mouth dropping open as my eyelids flew open. Roger once again backed off until just his cock-head was inside my tortured anus and then lunged forward, pushing what felt to me like the entire length of his cock up my colon. The force of the invasion almost took my breath, but I still managed a "uumphh" as I felt Roger's belly strike my upturned ass. "Oh, you like that, don't you, my pussy? Yeh, you love it, bitch. Tell me how you love my cock in your tight ass." With a grunt and hands clenched even tighter, I managed a squeaking "yes. Yes-s-s sir, I love your cock in my p-pussy." "Yeh, my pussy, you mean," Roger grunted as he began to saw back and forth, his entire cock traversing it's full length from my opening and inside me as far as he could push it, his tight nuts bumping against my now-shriveled sack, his hairy belly striking my smooth cheeks with resounding slaps, the sound becoming a rhythm of slap, slap, slap as Roger developed a even pattern of fucking my ass. "Man, so tight, so tight," Roger chimed. "I love your pussy, girl. Better than any bitches'." The constant massaging of my ring and channel had finally dulled the pain I had felt at first and I began to feel an arousal, a sort of pleasure emanating throughout my body. I didn't think it was pleasure equal or identical to the pleasure I had felt with my cock. Nothing like that. Not orgasmic. But a pleasure brought on by the knowledge that I was pleasing a man, that he was enjoying my body, that he 'loved my pussy'. As Roger stroked his cock up and down my chute, I began to moan in harmony, my sexual sounds imparting the pleasure I was beginning to feel. It was several minutes, perhaps as much as ten minutes, of steady ass-fucking before Roger suddenly began to speed up his strokes and his breath became grunts of sexual delight and then he stopped. He stopped with his cock fully buried inside me, his hands gripping my hips painfully. And then I felt it...a sudden warmth flooding my insides, a warmth that seemed to come in waves as Roger's cock erupted in pent-up release. After the first eruption, Roger seemed to find his voice, grunting, "unnhhh, unnhh, gawd, gawd, damn, damn! Whew!" After I felt the last gush of warmth, Roger bent forward and rested his body on top of me, his breath coming in gasps as he worked to overcome his sexual exhaustion. He finally managed to mutter, "damn, you're good, bitch. My hot woman, my cock sucker. We are going to do this very, very often." I could feel the previously steel-hard cock soften inside me and begin to withdraw, followed by a wetness that instinct told me was Roger's cum and, once his cock completely slipped from my ass, I could feel that wetness slide down my perineum and coat my balls. Roger stood and affectionately slapped my ass and then ordered, "on your knees, bitch. Clean my cock with your mouth. Every time I fuck you in the future, you're going to clean my dick without me saying. Understand?" Chuck & I (and Roger) I dropped to my knees in front of Roger and, right before enveloping his stained cock with my mouth, I answered obediently, "yes, sir. I will do it without being told." The taste was offensive, but I rationalized it was no different than rimming a man's hole and I was doing it for the man who I wanted to please above all else. So I cleaned the wrinkling meat with enthusiasm, using my tongue to get into every crevice and wrinkle, burying my mouth all the way to Roger's wiry pubic hairs. As I cleaned Roger's delicious meat, I felt it grow in my mouth and, instinctively, I began to suck on it, my body craving the taste of cum. But I was to be deprived as Roger pushed my mouth off his cock and chuckled, "not now, slut, my little cock sucker. I've got work to do." I stayed on my knees, my attention still focused on Roger's cock until he bent over and picked up his clothing and began to dress. Seeing me remaining on my knees, Roger advised, "you can get up and get dressed now, bitch." I silently did as he told me, zombie-like dressing, knowing I had to wait for further instructions or release from my supposed-hypnotized state. When I was finished dressing, Roger touched my cheek affectionately and confided, "I have plans for you, my sweet. This coming Tuesday. We're both off that day and you are to come to my apartment at eight o'clock that night. You will remember nothing of what has happened here this evening except that it has made you feel good and you have an overwhelming desire to please me. You will also remember that I live at 420 Southwest Third Street, apartment 201. You will not know why you are there, only that you have to be there. Knock softly on the door and wait. Do you understand, cock sucker?" Robotically, I replied, "yes, sir. I understand, sir." "Good," Roger whispered hoarsely before clapping his hands. Having played the role so many times, I quickly reacted by appearing to have awakened from a deep sleep. "How you feeling, kid? Enjoy your nap?" "I feel fine, Roger. Good, actually. I must have needed that nap. Sorry I wasn't much company. I don't know what happened, but I must have been really tired." "Oh, you were great company," Roger smiled, thinking that only he was aware of the double meaning. "You better get to work now before the boss comes looking for you." **************** Tuesday afternoon I spent a couple of hours getting ready for my 'date' that night. I was really looking forward to an evening with Roger at his apartment. No worries about someone or something interrupting us, about having to get back to my work before the boss came looking for me. In reality, I was just looking forward to being Roger's sex slave...possibly as much or more than I had with Chuck. Roger possessed the maturity and experience that Chuck had lacked and, although Chuck had been my first love, I felt that I would enjoy sexual delights and experiences that only an older man could provide. So I spent a couple of hours grooming myself for the new man in my life. I bathed, washed my hair, and shaved, first my face as close as possible and then the few hairs on my chest and my entire pubic area. When I had shaved around my cock and balls I had looked at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door and was surprised at how being clean-shaven there made my body look ten years younger, almost feminine except for the tiny appendage that for some reason now seemed to be smaller. I smiled at the image and fervently hoped that Roger would like it, liked how his 'woman' now looked. Yes, his "woman", his slut, his pussy, his bitch. I thought of Roger's terms for me with a sense of pride, a happiness that he could feel that way about me. At eight o'clock sharp I softly rapped my knuckles on apartment 201, my heart beating loudly in my ears, my breathing coming in nervous gasps, the anticipation of pleasures building as I waited for Roger to open the door. It seemed to take forever before the door opened and I had almost built up the courage to knock once more, but Roger finally opened the door, smiling warmly at me. He didn't step aside to let me enter as I expected, but joined me in the hall, closing the door behind him. "Hey, kid. Glad you're right on time. Have any trouble finding the place?" I shuffled nervously from one foot to the other as I answered, "naw, it was easy. I knew right where it was." I didn't confess that I had driven by the apartment building that morning so that I would be sure where Roger lived, not wanting to be late by searching for his place. "Good, kid. That's good." Roger put one hand on my shoulder and stared into my eyes briefly, then almost whispered, "sleep". I was so relieved to hear Roger speak our magic word, the word which would allow me to be all that he wanted of me, to do as he commanded, to relieve me of all responsibilities for my actions. I immediately adapted the pose and appearance of his hypnotized slave, staring straight ahead, my face devoid of any sign of emotion. Roger caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and asked, "are you my bitch? And will you do everything I tell you?" "Yes. Yes, sir, I am your bitch and I will do everything you tell me," I answered in a monotone. With a grin, Roger opened the door and, with a hand possessively on my ass, guided me into his apartment, firmly closing the door behind himself and locking it. Standing just inside the room, I discreetly surveyed my surroundings, noticing that the room was sparsely furnished, obviously just an efficiency, with a small kitchen to the right and the sitting area to the left. The sitting area, or living room, contained a worn sofa with a coffee table in front of it and a easy chair to the side. What was surprising, and it took some effort for me to not reveal my surprise, was that two men sat on the sofa, both of them holding drinks and smilingly appraising me. One was about the same age as Roger with a full head of sandy-hair, a face that revealed countless hours in the sun, wrinkled and tanned. Beside him was one of the blackest men I had ever seen. Black, and big. Not fat-type big, but big with muscles. And tall. Either he was very tall, or the man beside him was short, as he was at least a head taller than the sandy-haired man. The black raised his glass in a salute at either me or Roger with a knowing smirk and an approving smile. "See what I mean, fellas?" Roger queried. "Ain't he everything I told you?" Sandy shot back, "yeh, but will he do anything you tell him? Anything we want?" The black chimed in, "yeh, Roger. I don't believe the shit you been telling us. This kid don't look like the slut you were promising." Roger appeared to take offence at the black's inference that he had been lying to them, for he turned to me and demanded, "bitch, will you do anything I, or my friends, tell you to do?" Robotically, I answered softly, "yes, sir. I will do anything I am told. I must obey." Sandy leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his rough hands together, "make him prove it, Rog. I gotta see it to believe it." Roger snickered, "slut, strip for us. Prove you will do as told." Without looking at any of the men, I first kicked off my loafers and then pulled my polo shirt over my head. I was more than a little nervous about what the men had in store for me, particularly concerning the big black man. I hadn't ever had any form of sex with a black, male or female, and like a typical southern boy, held the same mythical beliefs concerning black men. That, as well as the taboo widely held by whites having any interracial intimacy with blacks. Despite my nervousness, I was able to undo the belt to my slacks and lower the zipper before letting the material drop to my ankles, revealing my tanned body standing before three men staring lewdly at me in my white cotton briefs. I stepped out of the pants pooling at my feet and quickly pushed my briefs down over my hips and letting them fall. I kicked them aside and stood still, fully nude and awaited Roger's next command. "Crawl over to Julius and bury your head in his crotch, bitch. Show my black friend that you will do anything he tells you." I dropped to my knees and a part of me appreciated the humiliation Roger was now submitting me to, making me crawl like the true slave I was. As I started across the narrow room towards the man named Julius, he kicked the coffee table aside with a grin and spread his muscular legs wide in anticipation of the young white boy following Roger's orders. I didn't disappoint him or Roger, for as soon as I had crawled between the out-stretched legs, I buried my head face first into the man's crotch, even nuzzling the growing bulge between his legs with my lips. From the size of the bulge, I could tell that Julius must have an extra large cock and wondered if I could fit it in my mouth. Also, I noticed that Julius had a musky smell unlike any other man I had known. Not unpleasant, but different. Sexually musky. Even empowering. I sensed rather than saw, Julius undo his belt and then he ordered in a husky voice, "undo my pants, bitch. Take my cock out." Raising my head slightly, I used both hands to unfasten the metal button to his jeans and then pull the zipper down. Once his jeans were unzipped, Julius pushed the material aside, revealing that he didn't have on any underwear. Instead, his belly was covered by a curly, kinky growth of hair that seemed to run on down to his pubic region. I felt the stiff hair of his belly with one hand while working my other hand down inside his pants to grip his hardening cock. I was immediately impressed with the thickness of his staff, barely able to reach my fingers around it. I had to more the hard meat to the side in order to get it out of the restraining cloth, finally having to use the other hand to push more of the jeans aside. I was mesmerized by the black snake once it was fully out in the open. Veins were already beginning to form around the dark brown skin and a lighter-colored head was starting to peak above the uncircumcised staff. A copious drop of precum nestled in the pee-slit and I had to resist the temptation to lick it up, to taste it. But I had enough control to know that I had to await my next command. And it came quickly, "kiss the head, slut, you cock-sucking bitch." I didn't need another invitation, now curious as to what this man tasted like. Were black's precum different? I had to know. So I leaned forward, inhaling his scent, and licked the slit with fervor, drawing the small pond of fluid onto my tongue. The taste ignited me and I licked the head again and again, wanting so badly to taste some more of his elixir. Julius boomed with delighted laughter, "heh, heh, the slut likes my juice. Oh, yeh, Roger, you were so-o-o right! This is one hot bitch." He grasped his cock with one hand and slapped me across the cheeks with it, then ordered, "suck it, cunt. Suck my cock good and I'll give you even more love juice." Even as Julius spoke, he began to push his jeans on over his hips and down his thighs as far as he could, uncovering a tremendous pair of nuts which were beginning to tighten up against his underside. Gone was any trepidation I previously had concerning blacks as I feverishly worked my tongue all over the spade-like head, even working my tongue underneath the foreskin. I felt the erect meat flinch in my mouth and drove my mouth downward, down to where my lips brushed the wiry hairs of his pubis, the cock-head embedded in my throat. I opened my mouth enough to let my tongue slither out and lick at his nuts and was rewarded by an appreciative moan from Julius. I could feel his breathing become more labored and soon felt his hands cradling my head as I worked my mouth up and down that glorious piece of meat, repeating my original act with my tongue each time, feeling his cock grown even larger in my mouth. It was possibly no more than five minutes after I began sucking that delicious cock when I felt something warm trickle down the crack of my ass followed shortly by the feel of a searching finger entering my asshole. The finger moved around and around and slowly my guardian ring began to relax, relax enough until I felt another finger enter me then both fingers working in and out as fast as they could reach. Briefly, I felt that another finger had been added to the probing digits and then they were withdrawn, only to be replaced by something rubbery pressing at the expanded opening and then popping inside the loosened sphincter. The feeling further ignited me, driving me to even greater efforts at pleasing the cock I was lovingly massaging with all of my mouth and tongue, giving the best blow job I had ever given. In addition, I began to exercise my kegel muscles, the action massaging the intruding cock in my ass which was now buried several inches inside my dark hole. I couldn't tell who it was that was fucking me so vigorously, but I found that I was enjoying it immensely. The hard meat in my colon was rubbing against the wall near my prostate and exciting it, forcing copious amounts of precum to drip from my shriveled cock onto the carpet beneath. My mouth and jaw were getting tired by the time I felt Julius' cock twitch and then a warm spurt of cum fill my mouth before I descended once again on the erupting sausage and took the drainage in my throat, evidently greatly pleasing to Julius as he groaned in delight and his hands tightened on my head. I was held like that for several minutes while Julius emptied his load. The cum he had deposited in my mouth dripped out of the corners of my lips onto his belly to my dismay, as I wanted to savor the taste, the taste of my first black man. I promised myself, however, that I would lick every drop of the precious fluid off his belly as soon as I could, as I soon as he released me from his hold. I felt Julius' hands drop from my head and his cock soften slightly. I took the opportunity to remove my mouth from the deflating tool and immediately dive with my tongue extended onto his belly where I began to lap up the spilled white honey, letting the taste buds on my tongue relish the flavor, a flavor not quite salty, but erotic, leaving me wanting even more of the taste. All that time, my body was being rocked by the steady, hard thrusting of the cock in my ass, creating a symphony of skin slapping skin as my fucker slammed his belly against my soft ass cheeks. When I had completely licked up every drop of cum from Julius' belly, he pushed my head back and announced to no one in particular, "gawd, this is one cum-loving slut. Man, she's good. I wanna keep this bitch." It was then that I glanced behind me and saw the man named Sandy on his knees behind me, his hips ramming back and forth, his eyes closed and his mouth tight, his cock sliding easily up my channel, his fucking still adding to the pleasure that had enveloped me for the entire time I had been sucking. I was taken by surprise when Sandy quickly withdrew his cock from my ass and stood. He gripped me by the shoulders and turned me away from Julius before commanding, "drink my cum, bitch, you cunt!" I didn't even think of where his cock had just been, but quickly leaned forward and captured his swinging cock with my lips. I didn't have to work for my next load of cum as Sandy's cock immediately began spewing forth, emptying his storage of sperm over my tongue and coating my mouth. Instinctively, I began to suck, nursing every drop I could from his store house, driven by an overwhelming urge to drink cum, to dine on the mixed flavors, to be what I knew I was...a cum-loving slut. Before I felt I had gathered every drop of Sandy's cum, Roger was beside me and pulling me to my feet. "Bend over that chair," he dictated. "I want some of that pussy now. Yeh, dirty seconds." I stepped the couple of feet to the easy chair and draped myself over one arm, my ass invitingly bent at just the right angle. Roger wasted no time, stepping between by legs and, holding his hard cock with one hand, rubbed it around my star hole a couple of times and then thrust forward. This time I felt no pain, my asshole undoubtedly gaping open from the fucking it received by Sandy. His cock and Roger's appeared to be about the same size so the feeling was as though Sandy had not stopped fucking me. Roger enjoyed talking as he fucked me, possibly enjoying more how he thought he was humiliating me, although I didn't take it as humiliation any longer. To me, they were love words, words of pleasure. "Yeh, bitch, my woman, my little girl. You love daddy's cock, don't you?" I grunted with Roger's unending strokes, his pounding of my ass, "unnhh, yes, yes, master. I love my daddy's cock." "And you love cum, too, don't you, bitch?" "Yessss, yes, I love cum." As I was answering Roger's last question, Julius slipped onto the easy chair, lifting my head so that it rested in his lap, his cock lying against his now naked belly, his body now completely undressed. "You love cum, huh, bitch? And you love my cock, too, don't you? I don't need to hear you say it...just take my rod in your hot mouth." I eagerly reached for Julius cock and brought it to my mouth, delighted in how it began to harden just from my touch. I smothered it with kisses and ran the head back and forth over my lips then rubbed it all over my face, enraptured by the feel of his hot, pulsating cock on my skin. It was then that I realized that I would gladly forsake all other men for this one man. This black, this man with the most delicious cum, the most glorious cock. "Oh, yeh, my cock-loving slut. Suck it good. But not too good. 'Cause when old Roger is finished, this black snake is going up your ass. Going where no man has gone before." Julius chuckled at his using the familiar phrase from the television show 'Star Trek'. Roger fucked me for five minutes or so before he lunged forward and buried his cock all the way in my ass. I felt the warm spurts from his dick squirt several times in my colon and then he was gone. Satisfied for the moment, now wanting to watch his friend Julius fuck me, wanting to see if I can take suck a big cock. Julius roughly pushed my head off his cock and directed, "get between my legs, pussy, and sit on my cock." I stood up and stepped between Julius's legs, facing away from him, then slowly lowered myself until I felt his cock bump against one ass cheek. I reached between my legs and grasped his cock at the base and, once again, I questioned myself as to whether I could take such a massive member in my ass. But I knew I had no choice, so I moved Julius' stiff meat, still wet with my saliva, until I felt the bulbous head against my rectum. I slowly, very slowly, lowered my body until I felt the head begin to spread my still-gaping hole. I felt a little pain as the opening was stretched even further, but not as bad as I thought it would be. I lowered myself a little further and felt a little more pain, but I clenched my teeth and dropped down a little further. The pain was too much, so I raised up some and then lowered myself a little. I repeated this several times until I could feel more and more of Julius' thick shaft slide inside me. Once the head was past my sphincter, the pain subsided, and I lowered my body even more. With several attempts of raising and lowering myself, I was soon able to take his entire cock inside me. I felt so unbelievably full! It was like I hadn't taken a shit in a week! But at the same time, it felt good. I felt a real sense of accomplishment. I was able to accept a monster cock in my love canal! I began to raise and lower myself more and more, faster and faster, and was soon aided by Julius' hands gripping my hips and lifting me up and down. It was probably a comical sight...my white body bouncing up and down on Julius' black body, but soon it felt so natural. I closed my eyes and delighted at the sensual feeling of actually riding a cock, of fucking suck a wonderful piece of meat. My eyes opened when I felt a cock touch my lips and I looked up to see Sandy with a lascivious grin on his face, his intent and what he wanted clear. It wasn't easy, but I managed to ensnare the tantalizing cum-stick in my mouth as Julius bounced me up and down. The combination was perfect! I was going to be able to get cum in my ass and at the same time get to drink some more delicious cum. That knowledge made me lavish extra attention on Sandy's cock, giving him what I was sure was an unequaled blow job. And it didn't take long, either, for Sandy lasted less than five minutes before he let lose with a fresh load of cum. Most of which I caught in my mouth and some of which landed on my face and chest. Not to be deprived, I used my fingers to gather up any spilled fluid as soon as Sandy moved aside. I licked my fingers and smacked my mouth with joy as I cleaned up every drop of cum, thrilling in the deviated act. Chuck & I (and Roger) My ass was beginning to feel sore from the constant friction on my opening when Julius finally gave me relief, gripping me by under my knees and folding me in half as he held me still on his cock and emptied another load inside me, the heat from his load feeling like it was entering my stomach. When he released me, I fell forward off his lap in a heap on the floor, my ass still slightly elevated. I could hear laughter from the three men along with comments on how much fun they had had and how they would have to do it again. That was the last I heard before I fell into a deep slumber, a slumber filled with cocks of various sizes and buckets of cum. Somewhere along the way of my journey in the world of sleep, I began to dream that I was a woman and a man without a face was fucking me from behind. He was holding me tightly with his arms around my chest and was squeezing and pinching my nipples while he was rocking my body with hammering thrusts of his cock, the longest cock I had ever seen, easily the length of one of my arms and just as thick and muscular. Then, through my half-conscious mind, I realized it wasn't a dream, but blissful reality. As my mind came into focus, I understood that I was not a woman and the cock inside me was not as long as my arm, but everything else about my dream was very, very real. Suddenly, I felt a mouth bite down on my shoulder and, from the immediate pain, I knew the teeth had broken my skin. I squirmed to see who my biting attacker might be, but couldn't see his face as he buried it in the crook of my neck where he began to suck on the skin, certainly creating a hicky, his mark to show all that he had claimed me as his. Then the unseen face spoke, "heh, heh, Roger. Your little fuck toy woke up. Now he can suck this load of cum his ass is building up in me." I heard Roger laugh from somewhere across the room, "go ahead, Virgil. You can make him do anything you want. Just like I told you." Virgil was grunting with his exhausting thrusts into my ass, but he still managed to thank his benefactor. "Mmm, Roger, thank you, thanks, man. Ain't had no pussy in months and this, puff, puff, is just as good. You are, unhhh, the best damn neighbor." My sore asshole was pummeled a couple more minutes before Virgil suddenly pulled his cock out of my clenching hole with a popping sound. He roughly turned me over on my back and straddled my body, then slid forward until his cock was dangling over my head. "Open up, you sweet cunt. I gotta load for you." Before I could open my mouth enough to accept his cock it began to squirt stringy strands of yellowish-white cum on my face until he gripped it and stuck it in my mouth, rapidly sinking the full six inches inside. That was when I believed him when he had told Roger that he hadn't had any pussy in months. Evidently, he hadn't jerked off, either, for his cock was ejaculating more cum than any two men I knew and I had to struggle to swallow all of it to keep from strangling on the thick goo. Finally, Virgil pulled his cock out of my mouth and used it to mop up the strands of cum he had deposited on my face and then fed it to me, gleefully enjoying the depravity of the action. "Hee, hee, Roger, your cocksucker sure does like cum, doesn't he?" "Uh-huh, he sure does. I'm not sure I can find enough guys to satisfy him, but it sure is fun trying." "Well, you can call on me any time you need someone with a full load." "I'll do that, Virgil. I sure will. Fact is, if you gather up a few of your friends, I'll let you have him some night. I'd love to see him gang-banged." "Damn, that would be fun!" Virgil exclaimed. "I'd like to get some pics of him getting it both ends, too." Virgil stood up and started putting on his pants, all the while looking down at me as though I was a piece of meat, a toy he could use and abuse. "You know, Roger, I think I can get together six or seven guys from work. Hell, everyone of them are pussy hounds. Wouldn't matter to them if it's male or female." Roger and Virgil walked to the door and, as Roger opened the door, he clapped Virgil on the back, "okay, then, Virgil. You get them together and we'll set it up. We could probably even sell some pics of him getting screwed to one of them men's magazines." Virgil laughed as he left the apartment and I could still hear him laughing even after Roger had closed his door. Roger looked at me with a studied gaze for a moment and then commented, "damn, if old Virgil don't have an idea. You only had four men tonight, but I bet you could handle lots more than that." Roger sat in the easy chair near where I still remained on the floor on my back but with my legs drawn up slightly. "Whatcha think, slut? Think you would like that? Would you like me to let a bunch of guys have you? You going to do like I say?" The multiple questions coming one after another were too many for me to answer. Besides, I wasn't sure how I should answer. I didn't want to alienate Roger, but wanted to please him above all else. I didn't know exactly how I felt about being used by several men, either. I had to admit to myself that I did enjoy pleasing several men tonight, but wasn't sure if I would feel the same with even more men. All I could do was answer Roger's last question. "Yes, sir. I will always do as you command me." Roger smacked his knee with delight, "hot, damn! You sure are going to be fun, girl. I have all kinds of things planned for you. And you will do everything I want. I'm going to have you doing things that would embarrass a whore and you're going to love every minute of it." To be continued... Chuck and I "Kiss it, kid. Open mouthed. And keep on kissing it until I tell you to stop." I opened my mouth slightly and kissed the bulbous head, in wonder at the purplish, spade appearance, questioning myself if I could fit it in my mouth. "Mmmm, oh, yeh, that's it. Yeh, kiss it good, kid. Kiss it all over. Show your daddy how you love kissing cock." I meekly and obediently did as told, covering his stiffening cock with kisses, letting my tongue tease the rope-like veins. Then, while I was kissing the head for the umpteenth time, Roger grasped my head in both of his hands and pushed his cock into my mouth. He continued to push forward and I, afraid he might choke me with his monster, used my tongue to block any further advance. My blocking action seemed to irritate Roger, for he barked, "move your tongue, boy. I'm going to fuck your throat." Fearfully, I did as ordered and lowered my tongue to rest underneath his cock. Roger didn't give me any time to prepare as he did exactly what he said he was going to do, shoving his cock all the way into my mouth, forcing it past the entrance to my throat, and activating my gag reflex. I attempted to gag, but the action seemed to only excite Roger more as he moaned loudly then withdrew a couple of inches before plunging back into my throat. "Oh, yeh, yeh. Man, Chuck, you were right. He's some cocksucker. Best I've had in a long, long time. We're going to have to repeat the deal we made 'cause I know I'm going to want some more of this." All the time Roger was expressing his satisfaction to Chuck, he was fucking my mouth and throat, forcing his thick took into the tight confines, gradually numbing all of my reflexes until I began to realize pleasure from pleasing this older man. Somehow an unknown part of me began to accept my submissive role and enjoy it. I discover that I enjoyed being used; being treated as just a piece of meat meant to please. Roger lasted longer than I expected before I felt him tense and hold his cock fully submerged in my throat. I could feel the globs of cum shooting from his cock, but I couldn't taste any with it so deep and I wanted to taste Roger's cum, just like I had Chuck's. I did finally get to taste some as Roger backed out of my throat until just the head of his cock was in my mouth. I felt a couple of lesser spurts coat my tongue an swirled it around my mouth to capture the flavor before letting it slide down my gullet to join the earlier cum still sticking to the inside of my throat. Roger finally completely withdrew his cock and wiped it across my cheek before bending and pulling up his trousers. "That was fantastic, Chuck. I'll give you the money later. Can't blame you for pimping him, either. Great idea. You can make a lot more off him." Roger's words dismayed me and I hope my disappointment didn't show. I couldn't believe that he had actually sold me. Letting me be used by someone else was bad enough--but selling me? Now I felt like nothing else than a whore. I didn't know how prophetic those thoughts would be as Chuck led my out of the booth before releasing me from my 'hypnotized' state. *************** For the next few weeks, Chuck exercised his control over me whenever the urge struck him, averaging about twice a week. On a couple of occasions, when he would get all hot and bothered by some young tease who would deny him the ultimate satisfaction, he would come to me and use me to release the pent-up load. Not that I objected, but I often wished that I could drum up the courage to tell Chuck that I had never been 'hypnotized', but had wanted to do all the things he had me do. But I couldn't. I just couldn't find the courage. Either that, or I was afraid he would think less of me and terminate our friendship. Even though I had felt cheapened by Chuck selling me to Roger, I started to hope that he would do it again, particularly on the days when Chuck didn't seem to have a need for my services. I would think about the pleasure I had experienced in pleasing Chuck or Roger and I would begin to hunger to be used that way again by a man--any man, any cock. I had finally accepted that I was at the very least a bisexual and perhaps, just perhaps, homosexual, gay, queer, a faggot, cock-loving cum slut. I accepted it and wanted to enjoy it. In fact, I hungered for it. No longer did I fantasize about fucking this girl or that. Now my thoughts were of licking and sucking cocks. I would masturbate while thinking of a hard cock shooting a load of cum into my mouth and I found I became even more aroused when I fantasized about a man making me submit to his will and do everything he desired. I even considered hanging out at night in the park downtown, looking for a man to pick me up and use me. I was certain that I could find men who would be interested in having a good looking, blonde haired teenager suck their cocks, so all I would have to do is hang around the bus stop area. But that, too, required more courage than I could muster. So I waited. I waited for Chuck to command me, to use my very willing mouth. Then, four weeks after Chuck had sold my services to Roger, he suggested we head over to the Governor's Hotel after we got off work at nine. When I asked what was going on over there, he shrugged and replied, "oh, nothing, really. Just that I heard it was a good place to pick up some hot chicks. Women--not girls like we find here." Wanting to continue to play the macho role, I acted interested. "Really? I've never been inside there. Will they let us in?" "Sure. We don't have to go in the bar there, so no one will question us hanging out in the lobby. I've been there several times and never had a problem." He looked at me playfully and insisted, "c'mon, Dee. Don't be such a scarredy cat." "Okay, okay. I'm no 'scarredy cat' and you know it. Let's go get us some women." Chuck looked like he was ready to rub his hands together in delight, but instead just slapped me on the back and pushed me ahead of him out the door. We walked the few blocks down Las Olas to the hotel; me following Chuck as he swung the door open as though he owned the place. He led me to a spot on the opposite side of the lobby that was somewhat hidden by several large plants. "Let's wait here for a minute. See if there are any women hanging around." We stood there for maybe five minutes and didn't see any younger women--only a couple of older matrons with their husbands and I was beginning to wonder if Chuck knew what he was talking about. "Chuck, you sure this place has any girls that hang out here?" Chuck hung an arm across my shoulders and whispered, "sleep". It finally dawned on me the purpose of our visit to the hotel, or so I thought, so I immediately replaced the questioning look on my face with one resembling a zombie. Chuck took my arm by my elbow and guided me to the elevator right behind where we had been standing. He pressed the up button and the doors quickly slid open. Without a word, Chuck guided me into the elevator and, as soon as the doors closed, pressed a button for the third floor. As the doors opened on the third floor we quickly stepped out into a carpeted hall where Chuck turned to me and asked, "are you under my spell? Will you do as I command?" "Yes, I am under your spell. I will do as you command." Chuck grinned and turned to walk down the hall, ordering over his shoulder, "follow me." We went by several doors until Chuck stopped in front of room with the numerals 345 in gold letters posted prominently in the middle of the door. He looked at his watch and then knocked softly, then followed up with two louder raps on the door. The door finally opened and there stood a portly man, possibly in his forties, with a balding head and large gut that hung over his pants. Seeing Chuck, he grinned, "Well, well, I was wondering if you'd come through, Chuck." He looked over Chuck's shoulder and queried as he stepped aside to let us enter "is that him?" Chuck guided me into the room as answered smugly, "yeh, this is the cock-sucker I told you about. Pretty, isn't he?" I felt my face flush at the comments and glanced furtively around the room. It was then that I saw another man, very similar to the man who had answered the door, sitting on one of the beds. He didn't look to be quite as old and he had a full head of hair, but from what I could tell, he seemed to have a potbelly, too. "Yeh, yeh, he is a cutie," agreed the first potbelly. "But does he do everything like you said?" "You bet," Chuck snickered. "He'll do anything I tell him to." Chuck pulled me in front of him and asked me, "won't you, cock-sucker?" Chuck poked me in the back for a reply and I immediately fell into the subservient, hypnotized role and answered meekly, "yes, sir. I will do anything you tell me to." The man on the bed rose up and I could see that he was a tall man, well over six feet, and his face adapted a look that I could only describe as cruel and without mercy. "What's wrong with him?" he asked, pointing a finger in my direction. "He on drugs or something?" "No, no," Chuck hastily explained. "He doesn't use drugs or alcohol. He's just hypnotized, is all. I hypnotized him weeks ago and I've had him do all kinds of things for me. Makes him just like a slut." The man who answered the door chuckled, "I like your thinking, Chuck. Yeh, I like it." He stepped up to me and, with one stubby finger that smelled of tobacco, he stroked my lower lip. "Yeh, nice. Soft lips. I like that." He removed his finger and looked at Chuck meaningfully, "and you say he'll do ANY thing he's told?" "Uh-huh, ANY thing." "You sure? I'm talking about anything a real faggot will do. Is he like that?" "Well, there are some things that I haven't made him do, but as long as he's hypnotized, he'll do absolutely anything you tell him to do." The taller man had moved behind me and I felt his hand caressing my butt cheek and I heard him murmur, "anything, huh? I know what I'm going to have him do." Chuck then spoke to the first man, "uh, how about the money? You got it?" "Don't you worry, Chuck. I've got the money, but I'm going to only give you half right now. You'll get the rest when we're finished with pretty boy here. That is, if--IF he does everything we tell him to. If he doesn't then you won't get the other half. Understand?" Chuck seemed to lose his cocky composure to some degree and eagerly replied, "yeh, yeh, I understand, Mr. C. He'll do what you tell him, I promise." "Oh? And how can you be so sure of that?" the tall man behind sneered. "You ain't going to be here." "Easy. That's easy," Chuck explained as he turned to me and asked, "Are you under my spell, my cock-sucker? Will you do anything I tell you to do?" I shuddered as I felt the man behind me slide a finger up and down the crack of my ass but still managed to answer in a monotone, "yes, sir, I am under your spell. I will do anything you tell me to do." "That's my good cock-sucker," Chuck grinned as he stroked my cheek. "Now I am commanding you to do anything, and I do mean ANYTHING, these two gentlemen tell you to do. They are now your masters and you will obey them. Do you understand, slave?" I gulped, "yes, sir. Yes, I understand." Chuck moved aside and told the short man, "Go ahead, and test him. You'll see what I mean. He'll do anything you tell him to. For now, he's you guys slave." "Hmmph! We'll see," the man said as he stepped directly in front of me with one hand inside his pants. He wasted no time in pulling out what had to be the shortest, fattest cock I had ever seen. "On your knees, slave. Get on your knees, pretty boy." My submissive personality took over and I quietly sunk to my knees, my hands at my sides and waited. The man stepped up with his feet straddling my legs and wiped his cock across my face, leaving a string of precum shining on my cheeks. Then he pushed the purplish head against my lips and ordered, "kiss it, faggot. Kiss my cock." I pursed my lips and did as ordered, planting a soft kiss on the slit in the bulbous head. The man's hips rotated forward and I felt the head slip past my lips. "Mmmm, yeh, boy, suck my cock." I heard the door open and close and I realized that Chuck must have left the room. Next I felt the man behind me kneel down and begin to undo my belt, and then unfasten my pants. He roughly shoved them down as far as he could and then slid his hand down over my bare ass, squeezing and massaging the muscular globes. His hand was distracting, but I tried to keep my attention on the thick cock that was now stretching my lips to their limit as the man in front of me fucked my mouth. After just a few minutes of this, the man in front of me pulled his cock out of my mouth and demanded, "Stand up boy. Stand up and get naked." I stood up and the man behind me rose with me, his hand still working on my ass cheeks, a finger slipping into the crack at times. My pants and underwear were already at my feet, so I kicked off my shoes and worked the pants over my feet. Then I pulled the shirt over my head and threw it toward one of the chairs. "Mmm, nice body, kid," the fat man complimented as he looked me over before turning towards the nearest bed. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes, carefully folding his pants and hanging them over the back of the only chair in the room. The man behind me in the meantime had wrapped both of his arms around my waist and pulled me tightly against him. I could feel his erect cock nestled between my ass cheeks, twitching excitedly as the man rubbed his hands across my naked belly. The other man had climbed onto the bed with his knees hanging over the end of the twin-size bed, his thick cock pointing obscenely towards the ceiling. Even from my position across the room, I could see the drops of precum that were now pooling on the tip of his cock and watched as the man used his thumb to spread the drop over the spade-like head. "Bring him on over here, Fred," he directed his roommate. "Let's get this show on the road." Fred didn't have to be told twice as he hurriedly walked me the few feet to the end of the bed, his cock not losing contact with my ass. I felt his big hand in the middle of my back as he pushed my upper body forward while holding me at the waist with one arm. The man on the bed reached up and grabbed my head, his fingers curling in my hair cruelly, and pulled my mouth down to his cock. "Suck my cock, boy. Suck it good." I barely had a chance to open my mouth before he had pulled my head downward and impaled my face on his thick meat. Using his fingers in my hair, he began to move my head up and down as he fucked my face, his cock ramming into the very back of my mouth before he would push my head back up to where my lips were just encompassing the spongy tip. I was so preoccupied with the face fucking that I was receiving that I didn't notice the man called Fred had stepped away from me and then returned to stand behind me. It wasn't until I felt a warm liquid slide down the crack of my ass that I realized he was behind me. Then he unceremoniously kicked my feet apart and wedged his lower body between my legs. I felt his cock probing and sliding up and down between my muscular globes, causing me to reflexively twitch my ass muscles. Next thing I knew, Fred had slipped what felt like a finger past my wrinkled ring. I couldn't help but grunt in both surprise and some pain as the digit probed at my rear entrance. My sudden grunt appeared to please the man on the bed as he held his cock fully jammed into my mouth for a couple of minutes, the vibrations of my grunt titillating the tip of his cock. With relief, I felt Fred's finger slide out of my ass, then felt a stinging pain as he must have replaced the solitary finger with two fingers, jamming them as far inside me as he could. He began to work the two fingers around in circles, stretching my sphincter to its virginal limit. I stifled a scream of protest at the brutal intrusion, my scream only serving to further excite the man on the bed as he began to fuck my face more rapidly. Then it happened. First, the relief at the fingers being withdrawn and then the excruciating pain as the fingers were rapidly replaced with Fred's hard cock. He didn't just ease it in, but seemed to take sadistic pleasure out of jamming his rock-hard cock inside me with one brutal thrust. I screamed around the cock in my mouth, all semblance of sucking lost as my mouth flew open in surprise and agony. Through my screams, I could hear Fred laughing, "just like a pig. He sounds just like a pig, don't he Roy?" As though he was trying to elicit more screams from me, Fred began to slide his cock almost all of the way out of my tortured ass and then plunged it forcefully back in all the way to the hilt, his belly slapping against my white ass cheeks loudly. I still screamed. Not as loudly, but more like a whimper as the two men actually raped both ends of my body. My upper body had collapsed upon the bed between Roy's legs, my hips held in place by the edge of the mattress. With the first sudden feeling of pain, I had tried to crawl up the bed to escape the tearing feeling in my ass, only to be held in place by Fred's strong hands wrapped around my waist. After that, I was only aware of my body being rocked back and forth on the bed, Fred's cock spearing my ass and Roy's cock jamming into my throat. It took several minutes, but the pain in my ass began to fade to a dull throb. I began to become aware of Fred's panting and Roy's pleasure moans. Fred would grunt something about my asshole being so tight, like a virgin, as he pounded my helpless butt. "You gotta try this, Roy. Gawd, this boy is tight!" "Yeh, I will Fred. And you gotta try choking this mouth, too. We oughta switch." Without another word, Roy had pushed my mouth off of his cock and rolled off the bed. At the same time, I felt Fred's cock slide out of my ass, followed by a playful slap on my upturned cheeks as he lay down on the bed. I had started to straighten up, wanting and hoping that my ordeal was over, but Roy had immediately stepped up behind me and pushed me back into my earlier position. Fred had taken Roy's place on the bed and, as Roy had pushed me back down, Fred put a hand behind my head and ordered, "Lick me clean, boy. Get your shit off my cock." I shuddered at not only the thought of tasting my own feces, but also at the odor and the vile coating on Fred's cock while Fred relentlessly pulled my head down to his cock until my cheek was mashed against the still-erect appendage. "Go on, boy, do it. Do like you're told!" I knew I had no choice, so I tentatively slipped my tongue out of my mouth and began to dab at the smelly, wrinkled meat waving in front of my face. Fred barked, "I said lick it clean, boy! Now do it!!" The tone of Fred's voice frightened me some and I hurriedly began to do as I was told, using my tongue to lather up and down the stiff meat pole. My cock cleaning was abruptly interrupted when I felt Roy's thick cock poke at my abused asshole. It was then that I remembered the difference in the two cocks I was pleasing--Fred's was long and skinny while Roy's was thick and short. Very thick. It was that thickness that caused me to whimper as I felt Roy's cock push hard against my closing sphincter. The harder he pushed, the more it felt like my sphincter was being pushed inside of my bowels and I raised my head off of my cleaning duties and screamed. "Ahhhh, god, no, it's too big, too big." My scream fell on deaf ears as Fred pulled my head back down and shoved his cock all the way into my wide-open mouth; pushing past the entrance to my throat, past where I would normally gag. My scream also seemed to delight Roy as he managed to push the head of his cock past my rear opening. From there, Roy was able to force the rest of his thick cock inside me to the limit of its length. I felt like I was being torn into from the stretching of bowels, the tearing of my sphincter. The pain was so immense that I actually began to sob, my tears wetting Fred's belly as he started to work his cock in and out of my throat. I could only clench my hands and hope for the punishment to quickly end, but the two men seemed to possess endless sexual energy as they used my body in unison. At least it seemed as though they had endless energy, although it probably wasn't all that long before I felt the warmth in my bowels that signaled Roy reaching his goal. Then, in a couple of minutes, Fred unleashed a voluminous flood of cum down my throat, using the last squirts of cum to splatter my face as he chuckled in delight. Chuck and I I was exhausted from the assault and collapsed to my knees at the foot of the bed as soon as Roy had stepped away to fall on the other bed. We were all quite for several minutes and I assumed that my slavery for the night was over and I could leave. I managed to get to my feet, finding that every movement seemed to reflect in my ass. My rectum began to burn and itch and then I felt the wetness begin to ooze from my orifice, wetting my thighs. I managed to make it to the bathroom by holding my thighs tightly together and not dripping the men's cum all over the cheap carpet. I sat down on the commode and was immediately greeted with a gush of cum exiting my abused hole as though I had white diarrhea. I rolled off several sheets of the rough toilet paper and gently padded at my sore anus, trying to wipe away the telltale slick liquid. Looking a the paper before dropping it into the bowl, I could see signs of blood and that really worried me, making me certain that the men had torn my insides as well as my rectum. After blotting at the slowly closing hole, however, I learned that only the rectum seemed to be bleeding; the wrinkles now cracked skin stretched beyond design. I breathed a sigh of relief and exited the bathroom to find both men sitting up on their beds grinning at me. "What's wrong, kid? That virgin ass get stretched?" Roy chuckled at the sight of me, bent over slightly, lightly holding my abdomen, the pain revealed on my face. Fred chipped in, "don't worry about it kid. It'll go back to normal. Just needs some follow up stretching." I wondered if my ass would ever be the same or if Fred knew what he was talking about. All I knew for now was that it hurt and I vowed to myself that I would never let anyone fuck me in the ass again. I bent over to pick up my clothes and as I raised up with them in my hands, Roy snarled, "what do you think you're doing, kid? We ain't finished with you. Not by a long shot." Fred chimed in "that's right, boy. We paid Chuck for the whole night and we aim to get our money's worth." Shocked and dismayed, I dropped my clothes where I stood, for the moment forgetting the pain in my abdomen. I was about to protest when it occurred to me that to do so would give away my ruse and the two men would be certain to tell Chuck. Despite the fact that he had once again sold me like a common whore, I still felt something akin to love for him and more than anything else, I couldn't stand to lose him. I mentally bit my lip and stood there awaiting the two men's instructions. I didn't have to wait long, for Roy demanded, "come here, cunt, and get me hard again. I want some more of that mouth." I walked to the foot of the bed like a zombie and knelt between Roy's legs. Without looking at him, I grasped his limp cock in one hand and lowered my mouth to the now-shriveled tip and circled my tongue around the slit. I had only spent two minutes trying to revive the shrunken meat when Roy barked, "that ain't going to do it, kid. Lick my crotch, tongue my asshole." I shuddered at the thought of tonguing the fat man's ass, even though I had done the same thing before for Chuck. But with him, it was different. It was a labor of love--not a perverted act that I was forced to do. Still, I moved my mouth to the sweating crotch as Roy spread his legs and bent them upward to expose his hairy, wrinkled, star-shaped hole. I must have moved too slowly for Roy's pleasure, for he reached up and grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face hard into his crotch, my nose bumping into his smelly orifice. "Tongue it, boy! Stick that tongue in my shit hole!" I had to angle my head upward a little until my tongue found the wrinkled entrance and then began a slow, circular teasing of Roy's rectum. He moaned in pleasure and released my head from his grip, then spread his legs even further. "Yeh, that's it. That's it, kid. Work that tongue, work it." I still had my hand encircled around Roy's cock and as I tongued his hole, I felt it begin to thicken and stiffen. I started to massage his awakening pole while I feverishly tongued his hole in an effort to end the humiliating task. In a moment Roy dropped his legs and, pulling me by the hair of my head, moved my mouth to his now-distended cock and quickly shoved my head down until my lips kissed his pubic hair. Then he began a methodical humping of my face, his hips slamming upward and bruising my lips before sinking back into the mattress before rising once again. I hadn't noticed Fred standing behind me massaging his lengthening cock until I felt his hands on my hips and then the pressure of his cock on my ass once again. He wasted little time, but quickly pushed the entire length of his cock inside me only to then withdraw. Then Fred began to push forward and withdraw what must have been the entire length of an eight-inch cock, slowly and methodically, grunting with each plunder of my maltreated rectum while Roy did the same thing with his fat cock to my mouth. Both of the men lasted much longer this second time, seeming to me to last at least a half-hour before I was once again filled with their cum. I didn't know if it was because my anal canal was now stretched to the point where I no longer felt any pain or if instead it was the massaging action of Fred's cock on the nerves in my bowels and the occasional bumping of his rubbery tip on my prostate, but I had begun to relax and enjoy being fucked from both ends. I had even begun to feel like I was a woman and my ass was equivalent to a pussy. That thought had a very evident effect on my cock as it began to weep copious amounts of precum that dripped onto the bed spread between Roy's legs. After the two men had apparently sated themselves on my body, both were exhausted and ended up falling asleep on the same bed. When I saw that they were both sound asleep, I crawled over to the other bed and fell asleep also. Sometime later, I'm not sure how long it had been; Roy roused me from a deep slumber as he jammed his semi-erect dick in my mouth. "I gotta piss, boy. Drink it." I tried to pull my head off of his cock before he could pee in my mouth, but my efforts were useless as Roy held my mouth impaled on his cock. Then I felt the hot stream of liquid hit the back of my throat and begin to fill my mouth. To keep from drowning in his urine, I had to swallow, my throat working over and over to empty my mouth to keep from drowning. As the piss hit my stomach, I felt as though I was going to vomit but was able to fight it off, knowing that I would have suffocated on my own hurl. Finally, Roy finished emptying his bladder and released my head, cackling obscenely as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and wiped it on my cheek. "Hee, hee, that was good, kid. Never had a cock sucker drink my piss." Fred must have been awakened by the commotion, for he came over to the bed and, grabbing me by the arm, pulled me off of the bed. "C'mere, boy. I gotta piss, too." I tried to pull back from the tall man's grip, but found I was no match as he pulled me towards the bathroom. I was surprised when he ordered, "Get in the tub, boy. I'm going to give you a shower." With Fred pulling and pushing, I ended up in the tub lying on my back, my head resting against the sloped end opposite where the faucets were mounted. As soon as I was lying down, Fred gripped his piss-hard cock and aimed it at my face and then let lose a heavy stream of piss. "Open your mouth, slut!" he growled. "Drink my piss or I'll kick your ass." My mouth almost involuntarily opened and Fred directed his yellow stream to my opening, at first hitting my neck and chin until he corrected his aim. I closed my throat with my tongue but some of the foul liquid still managed to trickle down my throat while the rest overflowed my mouth and ran down the side of my face. I had closed my eyes against the urine assault and couldn't see the wicked, perverted look on my assailant's face, but I could hear it in his tone of voice as he laughed almost insanely as he emptied his bladder on me. I could tell when Fred's bladder was almost empty as I felt the urine stream weaken and leave my face to trickle slowly on my torso. Then Fred commanded, "Sit up, pussy, and suck me dry." I managed to sit up in the tub with difficulty because my ass kept sliding around on the slick pool of piss that surrounded me. When I opened my eyes so I could see where Fred stood, some urine trickled down from my hair and into my eyes. I had to immediately close my eyes because of the burning sensation. When I felt Fred's cock touch my cheek, I opened my mouth and blindly captured his still-erect dick and began to suck, doing my best to give him the very best blowjob so I could quickly end this final abasement. My extra effort paid off, for within a couple of minutes, Fred put a hand on the back of my head and forced his cock down my throat where he unloaded several thick spurts of his man juice. When his cock had deflated, Fred pulled it out of my mouth and sneered, "Wash your filthy ass, kid, and get out of here. We're through with you." I gratefully scrambled to my feet and pulled the flimsy plastic curtain closed and, despite the burning sensation in my eyes, managed to turn on the water and get it adjusted to the right temperature before getting under the cleansing spray where I stood for at least five minutes before soaping my body from head to toe. It took a good half hour and several soapings before I finally began to feel clean and got out of the shower. I gingerly dried my tortured body and stepped out of the steamy room, surprised to find that the two who had used me so cruelly were now sound asleep. I quietly crossed the room and found my clothes and quickly dressed while keeping one eye on the two men. As soon as I was dressed, I eased open the door and made my escape, fearful that they weren't really finished with me. It was still dark when I exited the hotel and made my way back to the Colony Theater where my car was parked. The several blocks I walked were torturous on my ass and by the time I had reached my car, my ass was burning so badly that I could hardly sit on the seat, a painful reminder of how I had been used and abused. I made my way home and collapsed in my bed where I slept for the next twelve hours. When I next saw Chuck, nothing was said about my night of sexual depravity. Not until the next time Chuck decided to 'put me under'. Then he tried to elicit from me what the two men had done, did I like it, and did I want it again. I was too embarrassed to recite all of the details, even in my supposedly 'hypnotized' state, but I did manage to answer most of Chuck's inquiries without giving away some of the secrets of my humiliation. Chuck must have talked to the two men sometime after my ordeal, however, for his treatment of me became more demanding, more demeaning. I was afraid that at some point he would want to subject me to the water sports the two men had, but Chuck's actions never got that depraved. What he did begin to do, though, was to always make me suck his cock and then he would fuck my ass, ending up with making me suck his cock clean. Never again did we have merely oral sex. This went on for the next year when, out of the blue, Chuck decided to join the army. On the night before he was to report to Fort Jackson for training, he rented a hotel room. That night he fucked me relentlessly, often telling me that he was going to 'miss his pussy boy'. After that night, I never saw Chuck again, although it was quite some time before I stopped thinking of him and wishing for a repeat of my times as his personal sex slave. I hungered for that part of me so much that I began to walk the streets of downtown Fort Lauderdale at night looking for a cock, any cock, any size, any age. Pleasing men had become my life's goal. Chuck and John's Public Pool Fun Chuck and John met in their freshmen year of high school. Almost from the first football practice where they met their personalities meshed. They had been inseparable best friends from the beginning. In high school they shared classes and the normal experiences. They double dated to the prom and boasted to each other about their sexual adventures with the girls. Chuck led John in losing his virginity to a cheerleader by several weeks, and the same girl serviced John for his first time! Chuck the bolder one set up that pivotal date for John to get laid. They joked about "beating their meats," but were straight. All that changed within weeks after graduation. In that first summer after their 18th birthday and high school graduation Chuck and John both ended up with physically demanding jobs, landscape helper and freight truck loader respectively. After 8 hours of hot work they took to the local public swimming pool in the evening to cool down, and that's where the fun began! It was near dusk and the boys were diving off the pool edge. John was in the water and Chuck was on the deck. John dove under the water, and with John under Chuck dove in near him. Chuck's dive was close to John and when John looked through the water he could clearly see Chuck's trunks down far enough to expose pubic hair. For an explicable reason the view in the public pool of Chuck's hair excited John. When they both surfaced John asked, "Did you fix your trunks?" Chuck replied, "What?" John, "Your trunks dummy. They almost came off. I could see your hair, and I don't mean on your head!" Chuck looked at John and said, "Really, and why were you looking?" John replied, "I wasn't looking for it, but I saw. Dive harder and those baby's could drop lower." Chuck always the bolder looked around to the other swimmers nearby and said, "Should I dive harder?" All John could say was, "You wouldn't." Chuck came back with, "You want to bet? John, "Okay I'll go for a buck, but everything has to show?" Now Chuck looked around again and said, "The bet's on!" Chuck jumped up on the deck, and for some reason John started to notice the start of an erection. Chuck was on the deck peering around again. He yelled to John, "Go under." And John headed under water. Chuck dove on an abrupt angle and plowed into the water. John staring toward the side of the pool saw Chuck break the water very near him and yes his swim suit was way down! Shit his erect penis was totally above his suit. Not only that Chuck's dive brought the penis close to John's shoulder. Did it touch? They both surfaced, and Chuck said, "That'll be one buck." John said, "Damn you did it!" Chuck's comeback was, "Yah and there still down. If you don't believe me take a look." John dove under and swam real close, and sure enough Chuck now clearly erect was still exposed. John surfaced and this playing in public had really aroused him. John said, "You've got a hard on. I saw." Chuck looked at him and said, "I'm sure you did, I saw how close you got. Have you ever ... messed around with a guy?" John, "Played doctor with a buddy long time ago. He's moved. Nothing really." Chuck said, "Never did, but I guess I've thought about it." John could only say, "Same here. I'm excited." Chuck said, "Mines still out take yours out." John never replied, but even from on top of the water Chuck could tell John's trunks were moving down. They both looked around. Chucked dove under, and the wash of the water moved John's dick." When Chuck surfaced he looked around to see how close others were to them in the early evening and said, "Want to play?" John couldn't reply, but while watching for others his right hand reached under the water and wrapped around Chuck's penis. Chuck could only say, "Shit feels good!" Then Chuck said, "Please?" So there under the water in a public swimming pool John started to jack his friend off. So many thoughts went through them, but they were on a path they both wanted. Chuck could only say, "Shit John that feels great, man great!" John kept to the task one time diving under to see his hand at work! Chuck's body started to rock and his hips were thrusting into John's hand. Chuck said, "Now please now, fast, fast, faster, pound it!" John hand worked a feverish pace up and down Chuck's cock. John said, "I want to see when it goes. Tell me." Almost at that moment Chuck growled, "Now! Oh baby now John!" and John went under. With his hand in motion and head close by Chuck's hips gave one massive push and his load spurted forward into the pool water. John held his breath and kept pumping. He stayed down as long as he could then surfaced. Chuck could only say, "Oh shit John that was great! Oh shit!" Well that was the first night of public pool fun of the summer. More adventures would come on other days and nights, and from that point forward Chuck and John became even better friends. Chuck & Lisa I met a couple online that lived near me that were interested in having another man join them. We exchanged a few emails, chatted via IM and arranged to meet one night. This would be just a meeting with no sex, just so we could get to see each other. Their names were Lisa and Chuck. After our initial meeting, it was several weeks before we got together again. On the spur of the moment, I called them one night when my wife was gone for the weekend. I drove to their house, nervous as all hell. We sat in the living room and Chuck put on some music. Lisa sat between Chuck and me. We chatted for a while and Lisa went to change into something a bit more "comfortable". While she was gone, I asked Chuck if he was OK with me fucking his wife. He laughed and assured me it was fine, a real turn on for him. She came back wearing a very nice "teddie" and again placed herself between Chuck and me. She turned to me and we began kissing. As we were doing so, Chuck slid down to the floor and parted Lisa legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was really enjoying himself lapping at her cunt. Lisa was kissing me more passionately, I wasn't sure if it was my playing with her breasts or Chuck's tongue that was exciting her more. After a few minutes, she broke off our kissing and suggested we go up to their bedroom. She took me by the hand and led me up stairs into their room. She closed the door behind me and turned to embrace me. We began kissing again and she reached down to feel the bulge in my pants. We both began to undress each other. I pulled off her teddie and she removed my shirt, pants and underwear. I was now hard and she massaged my cock in her hands. We eased ourselves onto the bed and as we laid down Chuck came in. He had a robe on and as soon as he closed the door he removed it. I could tell he was excited, his cock stood at full attention, waiting for the action to begin. His cock was about the same size as mine. I thought to myself, "He's ready". Lisa and I began making out again and Chuck massaged Lisa's back. Her hand was tightly wrapped around my hard cock. I fingered her cunt and in a few minutes I turned so that I could taste her sweet honey. Chuck watched as I dove in, head first between Lisa's legs. She parted her legs even more as I slipped my middle finger in her wet hole. After a few minutes of concentration of my tongue on her clit, she came, with her husband watching (and enjoying the show). Lisa moved up on the bed and pulled a condom from the headboard. She unwrapped it and unrolled it over my stiff cock. She was as excited as I was. She leaned back and spread her legs, inviting me in. She reached her hand for my cock and helped guide me in. Damn she felt good. She was so wet, I slid all the way in without a pause. All the time, Chuck just sat on the edge of the bed and watched. We fucked that way for a few minutes and then she suddenly pushed me off. I asked if everything was OK and she responded, "It's wonderful". She tried to pull off the condom, but couldn't get it. I slid it off my cock and she immediately leaned over and took my cock into her hand and mouth. I was spread out on the bed and she was kneeling along side my legs. I couldn't believe what a great cocksucker she was. I'm not huge, by any means, only 7" long, but she could actually swallow my entire length. I've never had such a good blowjob in my life. Lisa was an expert and really knew how to please a man with her mouth. At last, Chuck joined in the action. As Lisa continued to give me the best blowjob ever, Chuck got behind his wife and began fucking her "doggie style". I could hear her moaning and the vibration from her mouth on my cock was fantastic. She sucked my balls, carefully inserting them one at a time into her mouth. She then resumed "deep throating" me as she massaged my balls. Chuck wore a huge smile as he pounded Lisa from behind. Damn, she looked beautiful, with a mouthful of cock and her husband pumping her from behind! After a few more minutes, I warned her I was going to cum. She stopped for a second, looked at me and said, "Go ahead, I want you to cum in my mouth", and resumed deep throating me. I erupted with a shudder and she held my cock deep in her throat, swallowing all I had to offer. She reached up to me and kissed me passionately. I could taste my own cum on her tongue. Chuck then moved to the head of the bed and laid back with his wet hard on reaching for the ceiling. It was his turn and he knew what was ahead. Lisa turned, gave him a deep kiss so he too could taste my cum, moved down and licked Chuck's cock to clean off her cunt juices. Here was a woman that loved cock sucking. She gave Chuck's cock the attention she had given mine. She had licked off all her pussy juice and then covered it with her own saliva. I leaned over to get a close look as she made his wet 7" tool disappear between her lips. My face was only a foot or so from hers and I was thrilled to watch her suck her husband. That was the first time I had ever seen a woman suck another man's cock. I knew what pleasure he was experiencing. Chuck loved his wife's deep throat ability and he told her how good it felt. Lisa looked at Chuck and told him, "You know I love sucking your cock". She resumed her oral talents and this continued for about 5 minutes. Suddenly, he reached for her head and began thrusting his hips up to greet her mouth. I knew he was cumming, and as he did, Lisa held him deep in her throat, her nose against his pubic hair. She again got a mouthful of cum and as Chuck finished, she smiled. Not only did she love sucking cock, she was a true lover of swallowing cum. After a few moments of rest, we all got up, got dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Chuck made a pot of coffee for himself and Lisa (hell, it was 11:30 at night!! Who drinks coffee at that hour?) We stood there and talked for awhile and I left to go home. That was my first experience with another couple... and it was great. Thanks Chuck and Lisa. Chuck and Master Lee My first submission to Literotica, this is a fictionalized account of some of our fantasies. Please vote and send me your positive suggestions. Poor Chuck. He's so nervous sometimes. He has no idea how good-looking and sexy he is and he's always afraid people won't like him. But those people who don't desire his body enjoy his mind. He's one of those genuinely nice guys you sometimes meet and always like. We've been lovers for a long time, but much of it we've lived a long way apart from one another, but the distance never cooled our passion for each other. He has a submissive streak we've been exploring more and more. I'd never really been into that. In fact, there were parts of it that I really didn't think I wanted anything to do with, like inflicting pain or forcing someone to do what I told them to do. But I've learned from Chuck that sometimes a certain kind of pain can be very erotic, and that he sometimes really wants to be "forced." So I've pushed some of my own boundaries and have found out there are all sorts of ways to enhance our pleasure. One night I had decided to play with his mind, so I took him to a local bath house. It's a nice clean one, not like some I've been in where you want to wear boots because of what the floor looks like. Chuck had been there a couple of times with another friend so he wasn't too nervous about going. We rented a locker in what was basically a wide place in a hallway and took off our clothes. Chuck is always nervous getting undressed. Once he's naked, he relaxes, but somehow stripping where anyone can see him really pushes some of his buttons. I could see his eyes looking around just before he pushed down his pants. I don't let him wear underwear when we are together so as his pants went down his cock appeared. He was semi-hard, that nice stage where his cock had swollen so it looked nice and big, but hadn't yet become a standup erection. I reached over and took his cock in my hand, jacking it a couple of times just for the pleasure of feeling it. Chuck gave a small groan of arousal and we collided into an enthusiastic battle of tongues. Our two torsos met and pushed against each other as we each tried to overcome the skin barrier and merge into one being. "Very nice," came a voice as we backed off for a moment. I heard Chuck's quick intake of breath, as he looked to see who was there, then hung his head like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Of course, his hand was in front of his now very erect and swollen cock, but the look was just the same. Chuck never plays poker because every feeling he has registers all over his face, and I could see the embarrassment in both the look on his face and the blush that rushed up from his neck. "Why, thank you," I responded warmly, while Chuck maintained his embarrassed silence. "Chuck, how do you respond to a compliment?" Head still down, his eyes darted incredulously to me, to find me watching him and waiting for a response. His eyes closed momentarily as he took a breath and tried to compose his face before looking up and mumbling a thank you to our audience of one. "You two are obviously together," he said, "If you'd like a third sometime tonight, I'd be happy to join you." With that, he continued past us and on down the hallway. Chuck's eyes were still darting around to see if anyone else was watching, so I stepped up behind him and hugged him so he could feel my cock pressed against his ass. Then I reached down and jacked his cock again, but this time he was facing the hall so anyone could see. I could feel the tension in his body as he on display, and I knew he wanted to turn away from the hallway, but I didn't budge. I hugged him tighter and nuzzled his neck as I quietly told him how hot and sexy he was and how much I wanted to fuck him. That and my hand stroking his cock took his mind off any other people who might be there and I felt him relax and snuggle back into me as his cock regained its full size and pointed proudly up to the sky again. I continued to hold him and stroke him, urging him into full arousal, readying him for what was to come. When his eyes closed and his head dropped back onto my shoulder I knew he was beginning to feel an orgasm approaching. Quietly I whispered to him, "Keep your eyes closed a minute and don't move." getting a quiet moan of pleasure in response. I gently released him and turned to the still open locker, reaching into my bag and slipping out his collar, then I stepped close behind him again and resumed my gentle stroking. With my other hand I gently slid the leather collar up his belly and began rubbing his nipples with it, further stimulating him. He was already so turned on that he didn't realize it was his collar until I slid it on up to his neck and had to stop stroking his cock to fasten it around his neck. He started to object, but I quietly shushed him and returned my hand to his cock, distracting him with my hand and my voice as I whispered to him how good he was going to feel. Another little moan came from his lips and he settled back against my chest again. "Wait just another minute," I told him and turned again to the locker. This time I pulled out his leash and a big black marking pen. Stepping close again I used the leash to stimulate his skin before clipping it to his collar. This time I got no reaction and I knew he was now thinking only with his dick. I pulled the top of the marker off with my teeth and leaned down a bit behind him and began to write across his ass, just below his belt line. I got the first three letters in before he woke up enough to react. He twisted around trying to see what I had written but couldn't quite see it. "What did you write?" he asked with a certain note of concern in his voice. "Just a minute," I said and added a K, M and E after the FUC I had gotten on at first. "I just put down what you wanted so you wouldn't have to say it," Then I closed the locker and gave a tug on his leash as I started down the hall. "Come on, lets take a shower." As he followed me he kept trying to see what I had written. "Lee," he pleaded, "what did you write on my ass?" Just then a nice-looking middle-aged guy was coming toward us. "Chuck, why don't you ask him to read it to you?" I asked loudly enough to be clearly heard by this guy. He stopped and looked at us and I could see his cock begin to pulse and grow. I turned to Chuck and held his eyes as I told him, "Ask him to read it to you. That way you'll know what it says. A hunted look came across Chuck's face. He was afraid of what the guy would see if he turned around, he was sure it would embarrass him. "Ask him," I repeated with that little edge that told Chuck he was going to have to do it so he might as well get it over with. Embarrassment and terror flew onto Chuck's face, but he knew he had to do it. He forced his eyes from me and over my shoulder. "Please, sir," he said and had to clear his throat before continuing, "would you please tell me what is written across my ass?" Then he slowly turned around. I watched a smile play across the guy's face. "I'd be happy to," he said, and Chuck twisted around to look at him, perplexed. It says, "Fuck me," the guy said, "and I'd be happy to." Chuck clearly wanted to sink through the floor, but his cock was at attention again and I knew how much this terrible embarrassment turned him on. "I'm Lee," I said and put out my hand, " and this is Chuck." "I'm Mark," he responded and took my hand. "Chuck hasn't been washed yet," I said, "we just got here. Shall we clean him first?" Mark looked at Chuck, "Did you shower before you came tonight?" Chuck nodded. "Then I think it will be okay. I like a little clean sweat on a guy. We can clean him up afterward." Just down the hall, hanging on the wall, was a container of condoms. Mark found a lubed one and said, "How about over here?" Around the sunken area for the hot tub there was an open metal railing. Four or five guys were in the tub watching a porno projected on the wall. There was a huge close up of an asshole and a cock that looked about four feet long just pushing its way in. "That's just what is about to happen to you," I whispered to Chuck and I saw him gulp. Then I bent him over and tied off his leash to the top rail with only about 12-14" of slack. By this time the guys in the hot tub had turned to see what was happening and I saw Chuck cringe again to see them watching him about to get fucked. Just to make sure Chuck was really okay I bent over and quietly asked him, "Is it raining?" That was our way of checking in. If Chuck needed things to stop or slow down he would say, "No," or shake his head. I massaged his neck a moment and he slowly nodded his head. Mark had already slipped on the condom, I checked to make sure, and was bent over Chuck's back, rubbing and kissing his skin. He slid his hands around under Chuck and began to tease Chuck's nipples. They are really sensitive and I saw Chuck begin to move a little in response. Then one hand slid down to fondle Chuck's already hard cock. I could see the struggle on Chuck's face between the embarrassment of being tied to the rail with a hard cock, obviously about to get fucked, and the pleasure that was beginning to get to him. Mark's hand slowly jacked Chuck's cock as he leaned forward and laid his face on Chuck's back, gently kissing his skin and whispering sweet nothings to him. With his free hand, Mark slid around Chuck's hip, finally reaching his ass. I could see Mark making slow circles, his finger trailing up from Chuck's balls and making definite contact with Chuck's ass hole on the way by, then his hand would continue up and around Chuck's hip, going down the side and coming back in to the center along the bottom of Chuck's cheek before sliding past his ass hole once again. With one hand jacking his cock and the other teasing his ass, Chuck was really beginning to feel the pleasure. His embarrassment had been set aside and now he was rising toward his orgasm. Mark continued to toy with his ass, now concentrating directly on the pucker and continuing to masturbate Chuck's cock. Mark raised up enough to drool some spit down Chuck's ass crack, adding that saliva to the lubrication. Chuck's ass began to rotate and press back against Mark's finger. Mark shifted position a bit and replaced his finger with the tip of his cock, not trying to enter just yet but teasing Chuck's ass with the possibility. Again Mark leaned over Chuck's back and with the finger he'd been using on Chuck's ass he began to play with Chuck's nipples, all the while continuing his slow movement up and down Chuck's cock. Chuck was in never never land, no longer caring that he was in public and being watched. I watched the familiar expressions play across Chuck's face, expressions I'd seen many times as I fucked Chuck in front of the mirror, and knew how erotic he was finding all this. Slowly the tip of Mark's cock increased the pressure against Chuck's more and more eager hole and Chuck increased the movement of his hips, trying now to draw Mark's cock inside him. Mark continued to croon to Chuck, urging him to relax and let that cock into his ass. Chuck must have relaxed enough for the tip to slip inside because both he and Mark stopped moving for a moment, each savoring the feel of that first penetration. "Ohhh, yesss," Chuck groaned, then began to rotate his hips in earnest, welcoming Mark's cock farther into his hot tight hole. I looked around briefly and saw that a couple of guys had come by to watch, both of them openly fondling their growing erections, their eyes glued to the erotic scene taking place right there before them. I decided that if things worked out, they'd have their own chances with Chuck's ass. Chuck began to chant, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," each time getting a bit louder as he got more and more aroused. Mark was doing just that, pounding into Chuck's ass and then drawing back out, just to plunge back in again. I could see Mark was getting close to the edge and I knew he would cum before Chuck did. Mark's hips pounded faster and he began to grunt with every thrust, "Take my cock, you fucker. Yesss, take my cock." Chuck was hanging on to the middle rail with his hands, the top rail crooked into his elbows as he was pushed against it over and over by Mark's relentless thrusting. I could see that Mark was about to cum. He was no longer forming words, just letting out an incoherent grunt every time his cock pushed into Chuck's ass, and his face was screwed up tightly and turning redder with each thrust. Finally, his cock was flying in and out of Chuck's ass until he suddenly stopped, his cock buried to the hilt, his ass cheeks flexed tightly as he pulled back on Chuck's waist, and he let out a loud, "Aaarrrrgggg," as his cum flooded into Chuck's ass. Then he resumed thrusting powerfully into that hot welcoming ass as he worked to force every last drop into Chuck. Chuck let out a disappointed groan. He hadn't cum yet, but he had been close and the cessation of Mark's pounding left him unable to fall into orgasm. He continued to move his ass on Mark's cock in a futile attempt to get himself off. All he succeeded in doing was to push Mark's softening cock out of his ass, leaving him gaping and empty. Another frustrated moan came from Chuck and I couldn't resist playing with his mind once more. One of our observers was stepping forward, skinning a condom onto his hard cock, ready to take Mark's place but I motioned him to wait. "Open your eyes, Chuck," I instructed. He did, and I saw the realization hit him that he had just been fucked in public, well, semipublic at least, and that his cock was dripping and wagging as he continued to move his ass around, hoping for more stimulation so he could get off. He closed his eyes and dropped his head, but I wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily. "What? Do you want something, Chuck?" I asked him. He just grunted inarticulately. "What do you want, Chuck?" I said a little more loudly. Another grunt. He didn't want to have to say it out loud, to ask to be fucked some more, but I was going to make him beg for it. "Tell us what you want." All he did was continue to wave his ass around, searching for more sensation so he could get off. "Say it, Chuck!" A pause. "Chuck, say it!" Finally I heard a mumbled, "fuck me." "What?," I asked, "None of us could hear you," even though everybody there already knew what he wanted. "We don't know what you want unless you tell us." "Fuck me," he said, still quietly. "What? We couldn't hear you. What do you want?" Finally, his desire overcame his embarrassment and he shouted out, "Please, somebody fuck me!" With that, I motioned the guy to step up to Chuck's ass. With one hand on Chuck's ass cheek and the other one holding his hard cock, he glanced at me for final permission and I nodded to him. With that, he placed the tip of his cock against Chuck's anus and Chuck immediately groaned and began to move his ass, trying to get this new cock inside him as quickly as possible. The guy moved his pelvis forward, sliding his cock into Chuck's ass easily until his pubes were against Chuck's tailbone. Chuck let out a satisfied, "Yesss" and was immediately lost once again in the overwhelming sensations of being fucked. The guy was good, changing the angle and speed of his thrusting, but never missing a beat as his latex-clad cock slid easily in and out of Chuck's ass. Chuck was getting closer and closer to his orgasm when another guy caught my attention and silently indicated he'd like to suck Chuck's cock. I nodded and he slid careful under Chuck so the first sensation Chuck felt was a hot mouth surrounding his very hard cock "Ooooohhh," Chuck moaned at the new sensation, and tried to fuck this mouth on his cock as he was being fucked by the cock in his ass, but the rhythm got all out of synch until Chuck gave in to the pounding his ass was getting and used that motion to ram his cock down the welcoming throat of the guy beneath him. Very soon Chuck began to moan and tighten up as his own orgasm approached. The guy sucking him leaned into Chuck's pelvis, taking Chuck's entire cock down his throat and giving him something to push against as he came. Chuck let out a loud, animal noise as he came, pumping his semen down this anonymous throat which eagerly swallowed it all. The guy continued to hold Chuck's cock in his mouth as he wanked his own cock, and I encouraged him to keep sucking. Given the right stimulation, Chuck would stay hard even after he came and I wanted to keep Chuck aroused for as long as possible. The guy in Chuck's ass was getting close to coming and I glanced around the group of gathered men watching this little display. One guy had a long thick cock, bigger than mine and probably bigger than any Chuck had ever taken. I met the guy's eye and let him know I wanted him to fuck Chuck next. He smiled and reached for a condom. The guy in Chuck's ass finally tightened and pounded ferociously into Chuck as he came with another loud groan. As he stopped and let his cock slip out of Chuck, Chuck began to ease back out of the mouth that still worked his cock, but the mouth wouldn't let go, following as Chuck backed as far as his leash would allow. Chuck was ready to stop and he opened his eyes to tell the guy to stop sucking his now very sensitive cock but I slid my hand over his mouth and shook my head. Chuck's cock was getting uncomfortable and he pleaded with his eyes to be released, but I just shook my head. With a resigned sigh, Chuck nodded and closed his eyes as I let my hand release his mouth. With that, the big guy stepped up to Chuck's ass, and without any preliminaries touched the tip of his cock to Chuck's little brown pucker. Chuck started, and his eyes flashed to mine. I just smiled at him and he knew he was going to be fucked again, even if he really didn't feel like it at the moment. The cock began its slide up Chuck's rectum and he looked at me in surprise. This was a BIG cock! I grinned at him, letting him know he was supposed to relax and enjoy it. Just as the big guy got into a rhythm, the guy sucking Chuck let out a groan and fisted his own cock furiously, coming in powerful squirts across the floor and Chuck's lower legs. As he crawled out from under Chuck, another guy looked like he wanted to take his place so I nodded my permission to him and he was soon gobbling Chuck's tender, but still very hard, cock. The dual sensations were once again bringing Chuck close to the edge. I delighted in watching his body as it climbed to orgasm. The frustrated satisfaction of depending on the big guy's rhythm but finally getting off anyway was wonderful to see. I knew this was a new experience for Chuck, and I knew he would never forget it either. With another strangled cry, Chuck deposited his second load of the night down a waiting throat. Bracing himself with one hand he reached down to push the head off his over-stimulated cock as he said, "Ooohhh, that's enough." But I pressed on the back of the head at Chuck's cock and said, "Keep going." Chuck looked at me, not understanding what I was doing and wincing as the mouth kept on sucking on his cock. "You can't make him stop now," I said, "he hasn't cum yet." "But, Lee ... " Chuck began, but I shushed him. "You're not finished yet," I said to him, "look at all these hard cocks waiting to get off." Chuck looked around at the crowd that had gathered for his little spectacle and blanched. There were ten or twelve hard cocks pointed at him. I could see him thinking about having to take them all and he just went limp, his chest resting on the top railing and depending on the big guy in his ass to hold that end up. That guy looked at me in confusion. Chuck and Master Lee "Here" I said, unfastening his leash from the railing, "rest his hips on the railing. Can somebody hold his head and shoulders?" Two guys from the hot tub did the honors. The big guy slipped easily back into Chuck's ass, while the guy who had been sucking him off went around the railing and knelt down between the two guys holding that end up and went back to work on Chuck's cock. Chuck put his arms around the waists of his two pillars of support, and, faced with two hard cocks, began to rub his face against them. They were willing and took turns fucking Chuck's face. By this time, most of our audience had paired up and split off, not wanting to wait for a chance at Chuck, so I knew that this was the last group for tonight. That was probably good since Chuck was about at the point of exhaustion. I knew his cock would be aching because it had been hard for so long, and also very tender from the sucking and licking it had received. Twice he had cum and had to suffer the continued sucking through that time of extreme sensitivity. Twice he had been made to stay hard after ejaculating, experiencing that exquisite agony of continued arousal. His ass was being stretched by his third cock, this one the largest he had ever taken and would be sore for a few days, and by the time the two holding him up had finished fucking his face his jaw would be aching and his lips chapped from the friction. I hadn't noticed how long they were, but Chuck didn't seem to be gagging so I didn't worry. One of the guys in his mouth came first, followed not too long after by the big guy in his ass. Then the second cock shot down his throat. The guy sucking his now ravaged cock shot across the floor and let go of Chuck's cock. It was still pretty hard but I was pretty sure he wouldn't blow again tonight and that it was a relief to have no attention being paid to it. There was a padded bench against the wall so we put him on it to recover. He lay there completely exhausted, his ass gaping open a bit still, his red cock shrinking, and a little trail of drool leaking out the corner of his mouth. Tomorrow he would remember what he had done and be horribly embarrassed (and aroused) by the most intense sexual experience of his life, but tonight he was oblivious.