The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a condom. Send comments and suggestions to the author bert_carley@yahoo.com
Abducted at the Turk Street Baths -- Ch 2
Here is just a bit of bio about Mikie and me to help clarify our rolls in this story.
Mikie and his parents moved in next door to my family the beginning of our eighth-grade year. He was two years younger than I, but we both entered the eighth-grade together when school started that term, as I stayed back a couple of times before reaching the eighth grade, being more interested in physical exercise and building muscles than exercising my brain. I matured physically early and by this time I already had a good crop of blond pubic, pit, arm and leg hair and the good start of a treasure trail up the center of my stomach to my naval, all matching the blond hair on my head. I already was shooting real bullets and masturbated constantly once I entered the seventh grade. My dick became the center of my universe, constantly demanding attention, getting hard and dripping cock-snot in my underwear and leaking through causing me much sexual frustration and embarrassment until my balls were milked.
Every afternoon after school I did my garden, lawn and garbage chores around the house in my shorts and tennis shoes before stripping nude out in the back yard, jumping under the outside shower off to the side of the lanai to remove the sweat and dirt, and then diving into our pool doing at least 10 laps. After a cool down I'd get out and go directly into a large storage shed and lift weights dad and I had set up and I used religiously every day. The double doors on the metal storage shed faced the pool and back of our house. When it would get too hot in the shed, even with the windows and doors propped open, I would jump back in the pool for a cool down, then go back and work out some more. Our back yard was totally fenced and private except for one second story window of Mikie's house next door where a diseased tree had been removed recently that once also obstructed the view from that window into our back yard. One afternoon while I was working out lifting weights in the shed I happened to catch a flash of light coming from that one second story windows next door. Being curious but not outright gawking up, I soon realized that Michael was standing back a bit from the window looking at me through a pair of binoculars, not realizing the sun was shining in through his window and reflecting like a lighthouse beacon down right at me.
I put on a show for him that was sure to lure the pretty little somewhat effeminate green eyed strawberry blond redhead into my web so I could turn him into my queer-boy cock-sucker. I displayed my cock at full mast dripping cock-snot as I lifted weights, swam and laid stretched out basking in the afternoon sun each day constantly stroking and fondling myself knowing he was always up there watching my every move. Knowing how queer boys can't help themselves and always come forward when a juicy big cock is near, sure enough, before two days had gone by he was outside getting my attention as I worked in my shorts in the open non-fenced front yard portion of our yard. He made small talk nervously fidgeting about like tinker-bell as he followed me around the yard talking with his hands with limp wrists and accentuating each syllable that escaped his lips. That very afternoon I invited him to come over and have a swim in the pool. He smiled and accepted my invitation.
He was back after I had finished with my outdoor yard chores. I had showered and about to jump into the pool. It took my breath away when he walked through the side gate and approached me wearing a tight stretch nylon skimpy light green bathing suit, flip flops and sunglasses, carrying a striped rainbow colored beach towel and sun lotion. There wasn't a single blemish on his pale white skin, but he was covered in little pinkish freckles giving verification that he was a true strawberry blond redhead. He was absolutely the prettiest little thing I had ever seen as he slithered up and stood next to my lounge, smiled, sat on the padded lounge next to me, and watched intently as my dick went from flaccid to semi-hard before his very eyes. It had a mind of its own as it started to drip pre-cum, pulsate with my heartbeat and spike right up to full mast. He let out a couple of little moans and his little nylon green bathing suit began to tent as a wet spot soaked a spot near the waste band. He looked up into my eyes with those pleading green eyes and licked his lips. I just spun my ass sideways on the lounge cushion dropped my feet to the concrete, spread my legs out wide and grabbed him with both hands, one round his neck, the other on the top of his soft red locks. I pulled him forward and pushed his head down between my legs onto his knees. He offered no physical resistance to this bold move on my part. I rubbed the head of my cock spreading the cock-snot back and forth across his lips until he kissed and licked the oozing pre-cum into his mouth. He let out a low moan and sunk his lips over the entire head. In a flash he took the entire shaft down his throat without a single gag reflex kicking in. He just moaned as his head and lips traveled up and down over the full shaft until he had it moist and pulsating with pleasures beyond my fondest expectations. He buried his nose in my blond pubes, inhaled my scent deeply and rubbed his nose back and forth in the bush. He slowly returned up and off completely, licking his lips. He took one hand and worked the moist glands, leaning forward and licking it each time copious amounts of sweet cock-snot emerged from the slit. He then put just his lips over the glands and ran his tongue around and around the coronal ring, giving special attention on my frenulum, that underside portion of the head where it is the most sensitive. He worked his tongue from side to side on that spot until my toes were curled up and I was shaking with lust and ready to pop my nut. Never had anything felt so terrific. This kid was talented and obviously experienced. He realized I was about to nut, so stopped the tongue action and squeezed the shaft around the root until the urge to nut passed. He did this over three times until I was helplessly at the mercy of the little faggot begging him to let me nut. He just smiled up at me and began to hum and the vibrations against the frenulum began to tingle even more for release. He eased his grip on the root and finally let me erupt feeding him the largest cum- shake I had ever experienced to date. After that, pretty little Mikie was Johnny on the Spot every afternoon feeding on my joy-stick taking at least three good feedings of my nut before he had me completely drained and fighting him off to let me recharge.
Mikie turned out to be by far the best cocksucker of my three young queer-boys or homo's, as I considered them. Since Mikie lived right next door, I kept him busy enough sucking me before and after school, even during the lunch hour periodically at school to expect him to be dedicated to serving me exclusively. I had my driver's license the summer of my freshman year and was able to buy an old Ford van with the money I saved doing yard work around the neighborhood. If that old van could have talked, your ears would be red and burning listening to some of my sexual encounters in the back of that old van with my harem of three very talented cock-suckers. Mikie was the best, lived right next door and was already in high school and close to my own age, plus he was sexually active. Brian and Todd however were much younger, still in grammar school, pre-pubescent and hard to locate and not as eager to please me as my classmate Mikie. I eventually gave up on Brian and Todd and directed all my training efforts to Mikie so he would do anything I wanted in order to get another shot of my juicers. I used that kid and turned him into a real live cock-sucking addict. He soon couldn't get enough of my jizz.
I happened to walk into the gym one afternoon mid term during our sophomore year after school on a Friday to pick up my dirty gym cloths to take home to be laundered, as I had forgotten to take them with me after gym class. I was almost 15 and Mikie was still only 13. It was going on to 5:00pm and the varsity football team members, mostly seniors and a few juniors were still in the gym following their afternoon practice. I could hear them all in the separate equipment room out back, off the far end of the main locker room and showers. It sounded like they were having a party by all the noise that was coming from that area.
Naturally I had to know what all the excitement was about, so I cracked the door open and peeked in. The coast was clear and I was undetected, so I sneaked in behind a section of shelves stacked with athletic equipment and took a position where I had full view of what was causing all the excitement. There in the middle of the crowded room was my Mikie. He was nude lying on his back on a stack of wrestling mats. His head was draped over the edge and one of the senior boys was holding Mikie's head pumping his cock down his throat. The guy's long loose ball meat and balls were bouncing off Mikie's nose and forehead. Another senior was working Mikie's other end. He had Mikie's legs raised up on his shoulders and he was feeding his dick in and out of his shit-shoot corn-holing his ass. A couple of guys were pinching, squeezing and twisting on Mikie's nipples. Mikie's dick was at full mast and dripping pre-cum forming a pool of juice on his stomach. The entire varsity team was present and nude lined up to take their turn at getting their nuts drained by Mikie, each slowly stroking his woody dripping with cock-snot, all voicing loud verbal encouragement and sexual innuendo to the four working over Mikie’s beautiful smooth body.
I could hardly believe my eyes. Here he was only 13+ at that time and he was servicing 16 to 18 year old guys like he was the team's personal whore, all treating him like a total slut, calling him Sweet Mikie, Pretty Boy, Cock-Sucker, Pussy-Boy and Bitch. I dared not show myself or make any attempt to try and confront this pack of lustful upperclassmen wolves, and stayed hidden watching as they all unloaded, some two times either in Mikie's mouth or all over his soft skin, his face and beautiful red locks. I couldn't help but get turned on big time watching, but managed to control myself enough to not be heard or get noticed jacking off in total awe of the proceedings going on before my eyes. It was porno at its best. After they took him into the showers with them and cleaned him up rubbing their hands and frotting their soapy bodies all over him they made him get on his knees and jack-off for them as they each paraded past for him to lean forward, kiss the head of each cock as he looked up and chanted, "Thank you Sir," before each left the shower room to dry and dress. I was lucky to not get caught observing this obvious regular ritual using Mikie as their sex slave or they would have most likely found some way of punishing me, possibly even trying to turn me on and into another bitch for them to exploit.
I waited for Mikie outside, grabbed him by his arm and the nap of his neck and confronted him with what I had observed. He had little choice, so admitted he had been doing it ever since he foolishly got caught by Jake Bass, the star player and best looking senior guy in the school months earlier, standing at Jake's open locker, his jock in hand with it pressed to his nose inhaling the jock's scent while he thought Jake was still in the shower. Jake grabbed Mikie by his long red hair and ushered him into the privacy of the equipment room, locked the door from the inside and pushed Mikie down on his knees and fed him his dick. The very next day he popped Mikie's cherry ass. A month later after he had Mikie well trained to suck and fuck to his standards, he turned Mikie out to the entire varsity team and the games began. Mikie was forced to service the entire varsity team. The team talked the coach into making Mikie the water boy and crib attendant. Mikie was told to stay around after every football practice and service the entire varsity team every afternoon after practice in the equipment room as they took turns keeping the coach busy in his office talking football stuff when he didn't leave immediately after practices. As their official water boy, he was required to travel to all out of town games in the bus with the team and was always passed from one guy to the other coming home in the back of the bus arriving back home tired, sometimes even bruised and full at both ends with the varsity team's cum. Since the junior varsity players traveled in the same bus, the varsity teammates would let them have a go at Mikie too, provided the JV's won their game that evening, but were restricted to only getting blowjobs. Mikie's boy-pussy was strictly reserved for the big boys, the varsity team members only!
It really pissed me off that Jake Bass had been the first to fuck Mikie and the entire varsity team were ahead of me too. I had been working toward that goal myself with Mikie, but had not taken that plunge yet thinking he was too small to handle my long fat cock yet. That very afternoon I corrected that mistake by dropping three loads up Mikie's ass, fucking his brains out roughly in the back of my old van before I dropped him off at his home sore and exhausted. I started fucking Mikie regularly after that day, dropping two and three loads almost every afternoon up his hot boy-pussy, except when he was off to an out of area game on Friday's and performing his bus ritual on the return trip. The team had turned him into a full time pussy-boy at their disposal, but I too shared that hot sweet ass after they got through with him every afternoon. He came to me well lubed and dilated when they finished with him, so much so that he had no trouble what-so-ever taking my long fat cock all the way without a whimper, until I really started pounding his ass full of dick. He would moan and throw his sweet tight ass back at me until sometimes I came three times in a row. Damn that kid had a hot pussy that milked my nuts dry every weekday and many times over the weekends.
By the beginning of my sophomore year I had become somewhat of an idol to the entire student body at our small high school. It was discovered that I was the proud owner of the largest white cock in the school and everyone soon knew it after it was broadcasted through the grapevine by one of the junior girls that had a reputation for putting out that I asked out to the drive-in for the specific purpose of getting my first piece of juicy female pussy. I worked on her, kissing, getting her breasts exposed and in my mouth and finger fucking the bitch until she was dripping and spreading her legs making little encouraging noises. That night I went commando so I only had to open four buttons on my Levi's and flop my dick and balls out and place one of her hands around my hard pulsating shaft to get her really turned on to the idea of getting real friendly wanting some of my fat cock to slip into her dripping pussy. After she stroked my dick up to full size, she leaned over I thought to put he mouth on it or give it a big sloppy kiss or something. Nothing going, when she got a good look at the fat monster she nearly screamed as I held her hand on my dick and forced the bitch to lick and suck on the head as she jacked it until I forced it in and out of her mouth again and again until I shot my nut all over her face and into her mouth. She choked, spit and gagged as I forced her to eat every drop I could gather on my fingers from her cum drenched face, off the fake leather upholstery and off the dash of my van, finger fucking her through multiple orgasms. She rode my fingers like she was in a saddle enjoying the steed she had mounted, but she fought me each time I tried to put my engorged dick in her pussy until I just gave up and pushed my dick back down her throat for another juicer.
Believe it or not, she must have loved the rough treatment as she was back for more within the week, this time with a tape measure to measure my dick. That's how the word got spread that I had such a big dick and it turned out that I had the biggest white dick in school after she gathered proper stats within the student body for comparison and posted the stats on the bulletin board like batting scores. After that, we went to the drive-in on a regular basis and she eventually learned to suck, swallow and eat my juicers properly as I kept her spiked on my middle finger rocking her little man in the boat through multiple orgasms. I eventually got her in the back of the van, made her roll a magnum rubber on my dick and slowly worked it up into her pussy and fucked her. Once she got a good feel of my Whopper rocking her boat she wanted it day and night and started with the possessive shit. I would have none of that and it drove me away very quickly. I immediately went back to pretty little Mikie for a piece of hot ass without all the hassles of courting a girl to get a piece of ass. Mikie was tighter, hotter and I didn't have to put plastic between my dick and his sweet ass. It was a win-win situation for both of us. He worshiped the ground I walked upon and kept my balls well drained. He became so very addicted to my sauce on his taste buds that he would do anything I ordered him to do, even my homework. I did have to train him to never jack-off or cum without my permission when he was with me, so as to keep him constantly horny and enthusiastically lusting and on the make for my Big Juicy Whopper, as I was capable of climaxing three, sometimes four times, back to back, and wouldn't settle for any less once I had his tender loins wrapped around my juicer.
By the time we were both seniors and he was working weekends at the local theatre, he had a reputation for being the best cock-sucker in town by every potent man that frequented the theatre. Though he claimed not, I firmly believe he was giving more than blow-jobs in that old theatre for special adult patrons with fat wallets, as Mikie always had the very best clothing and jewelry working for the poor wages he made weekends in that dark old theatre and his parents certainly didn't have money to burn on such luxury items for their obviously gay and somewhat flamboyant son.
After high school I joined the Marines and became a Jarhead, but eventually became bored with the lifestyle and didn’t reenlist. I learned that Mikie had moved to San Francisco, some 118 miles from our hometown. I had learned to be a diesel mechanic in the Marines and found a job with the Muni Transit System in the East Bay city of San Mateo. It was during that period that I looked up Mikie and found myself on his doorstep every weekend putting the meat to him and his two equally effeminate roommates. The three had become real screamers and it made it absolutely a dream come true for me when I was able to transfer to a diesel mechanic job opening in South San Francisco with the same company. I moved in with the three fagots and had all three of them working me over regularly, taking me with them on their many escapades throughout the cities gay scene. Once I had enough liquor in me I got use to the gay bars and even danced with guys and entered some of the many special muscle contests sponsored by some of the leather bars. Posing in full leathers, showing off my muscles and masculinity gave me a real rush, especially when the audience would shout, holler and encourage me to remove more and more clothing. After I was well sauced at these events it began to give me a terrific rush to be admired and encouraged to strip to nothing but a g-string or leather pouch covering my equipment. I would mix with the crowd and they couldn’t keep their hands off my nearly nude body. It made me feel important, powerful and definitely sexually stimulated. My dick was constantly engorged and ready for a warm mouth or a tight round set of buns. I could pick and choose any pretty leather beauty I wanted and it became addictive as hell. Some weekends after these special events and competitions I got so drunk I would find myself being led to the back rooms and treated to just about any form of sexual activity I desired, but I always played the Top dominant roll. I never allowed another Top to exercise his masculinity on me no matter how drunk I became. Some of these leather tops were very persistent in trying to turn me into their bitch, but I had a quick temper and threw a few punches when necessary to protect my anal virginity. My ass was strictly off limits after I turned the tables on a couple of tops and made them into my bitch after a scuffle or two. The word got around that I was strictly a dominant top and the others of my kind soon learned I was not to be converted into a submissive for their pleasure.