Being Used

This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters are real people.

Being Used

by Leykopygos@hotmail.com

One overcast mid-Spring day I was walking out of high school to the library next door. I would usually wait at the library until Mother picked me up after work. I preferred staying there prowling among the stacks to riding the bus home. I was an object of constant teasing for my wimpy-ness and unathleticism. I was just between the buildings when Billy Ray trotted up beside me. I had known him since we were in the first grade. He usually didn't give me the time of day. His daddy was a truck driver who somehow had been able to buy a house just down the street from ours. A marked underachiever, the only contact we had any more was an occasional PE class.

"Hey, Dick, how's it goin'?"

My parents' choice of my name was one reason for marked timidity. I had been teased about being a Dick since I was in the second grade. I cringed every time roll was called in school due to the snickers. Billy Ray wasn't the least of my taunters. God only knew what he wanted.

He got right up next to me and looked around to see if anyone was near. Then he said, "Dick, Mike Evans told me you liked to give blowjobs."

I was floored. Mike was my best friend and the only person with whom I could discuss our mutual lust for cocks. I couldn't believe he had told someone -- especially Billy Ray.

Billy Ray could see the shock on my face started to reassure me quickly. "Hey, I'm not going to tell anyone. I just thought I could talk you into sucking on my dick. Mike sucked me and you are the only person I have told. He said it would be okay to ask."

There was no way I was going to let Billy Ray know that I really liked to suck cock. I couldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. "Look, man, you really don't expect me to believe Mike sucked you off. Much less told you that I would suck your cock. I don't do that."

"Ask Mike about it; he'll tell you."

"I plan on doing just that." The second I got home.

"Just keep me in mind, let me know if you decide you want it."

"It's not going to happen." I said as I walked off. I couldn't believe the entire interchange. I was shaking with fear, laced with a healthy dose of sexual excitement. He wasn't gorgeous but he had a feeling of white trash virility about him. I would like to find out if he had a big dick. I wonder if he would fuck me? Getting fucked was the center of all my jerk-off sessions. I had had limited sexual experiences before. Mike and I had played around. He had even tried to fuck me but said he was too afraid of hurting me. He did have a chubby cock. I had no doubt that he had blown Billy Ray, no matter what I had said. I couldn't believe he would trust him.

The entire afternoon all I could think about was Billy Ray's cock. I couldn't get Mike at home that night so the next day I looked him up before they let us inside the school. Mike told me Billy Ray had been pressuring him in study hall and he finally relented. Mike always was a little incautious, and a little crazy. "He has a nice cock. It's bigger than ours are." He told me. He said guys were always after him in study hall. I looked up across the schoolyard and saw Billy Ray. He nodded at me and smirked. That settled it. There was no way I could blow him, but I sure wanted to.

Billy Ray made no more overtures for rest of the school year and I thought he had let the matter drop. A few weeks before the end of summer vacation late in the afternoon I was riding my bicycle in my neighborhood when who should come riding up but Billy Ray.

"Hey, Dick, Mike told you about us didn't he?" He gave his crotch a little rub for emphasis.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm going to suck you." I answered as my heart started to pound.

"Why not, man, I won't tell any body. I bet you'd like it. I won't make you do anything you don't want." He rubbed his crotch again.

"Hey, I don't want to do anything. Just leave me alone."

He reached into his pants and played with himself. "Well if that's what you want, that's what you want. I'll see you around." And he rode off.

I rode around a little more. The entire time I was semi-hard. I couldn't think of anything but his hand rubbing his dick inside his pants. After about ten minutes I headed home. My family was all in the back yard. I walked in the house in a fever. I went straight to my room, pulled out the school directory, and looked up Billy Ray's number. I went down to the kitchen so I could hear if anyone came in, picked up the phone and dialed. Billy Ray answered. I recognized his voice and said "Billy Ray, this is Dick, meet me in the street between our houses."

He said, "I'm on my way," And hung up.

Minutes later, face to face he asked, "Where can we go."

I thought for a minute. We were right next to a semi-wooded vacant lot. I suggested we go in there. We rolled our bicycles into the thicket and found a small clearing. I got off my bike and waited for him to tell me what to do. He took off his tee shirt threw it on the straw and sat on it. He stretched out on the straw, looked up at me, and ordered "Open my pants and take it out."

I sank down on my knees next to him. My thought I would choke with apprehension and excitement. I reached out grasped his belt and unbuckled it. Then I unsnapped his jeans. I could already see his rock hard outline pointing off to his right hip. At that point all my good sense was shouting for me to stop. Any further and I would be at his mercy. I paused a minute to think of a way out of this.

He interrupted my thoughts; "C'mon, man, you almost have it out in the open. Don't you want to see it? Touch it? Hold it? You know you do." He flexed his cock so I could see it swell and pulse. He was right. I wanted all that and more. I wanted my lips wrapped around it and my tongue licking the fullness of it.

"Okay, but promise not to come in my mouth. Let me know before." I reached back down and pulled the zipper apart baring his dingy white jockey shorts. He raised his hips and suggested I pull his pants down. I did. And I watched as his dick popped up free in the open air. It was seven to seven and a half inches long, uncut, and flexed up stiff and hard above his pelvis. The head flared out at the end of the shaft. As I reached out for it he flexed again and it met my hand. As my fingers closed around it he let out his breath betraying his anticipation. His dick was hard in my hand but his warm slightly sweaty skin was like satin. The skin was so tight around his engorged member that there was no play as I tried to give it a few strokes. His egg-shaped balls were the size of a large jawbreaker and were pulled tight in the sack.

Billy Ray looked me in the eyes and said, "Lick them." I hadn't even thought of that, but it sounded like a good idea. I bent my face down and was met by the rising aroma of mild teenage sweat. I pressed my nose into the bush at the base of his dick, and let my tongue softly bathe his nuts. He released a pleasured groan as I sucked his balls into his mouth. This was the first time I had ever sucked someone's balls. I tried to be gentle, knowing how sensitive my own were. I was intoxicated by the sweet teen musk of his pubes. It was an epiphany to me that I could find sweat a turn on. After a few minutes I could put it off no longer and licked my way up to the tip of his throbbing pole. I took the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around the flared collar. Billy Ray groaned, "yeah," with obvious pleasure. He reached up and rubbed the back of my head encouragingly, "Take some more." I obliged taking two inches into my mouth. It seemed thicker than I had expected forcing me to open wide. He applied some more pressure to the back of my head forcing another inch of his pulsing rod into my open mouth. I thought I was going to choke but knew there was a lot more cock left. I tried to take an inch more but started to gag and pulled off.

"Man that was great. You just need to relax more," he told me as I tried to regain control of my gag reflex. I thought this was funny coming from someone who had no intention of ever having his tonsils checked by a big hard cock. But he could have a point. I opened back up and sucked his tool back in my mouth and tired to adjust to the contact to the back of my throat. When I came off again after gagging I explained that when his head hit the back of my throat I couldn't handle it. It was just too big. This pleased him. He thought for a minute and told me lay down on my back. I did as he explained he me wanted to stretch my neck out straight and he would get over me in push up position and fuck my mouth.

I was very leery of surrendering that much control. I also didn't want him thinking I really liked this. I wanted him thinking he was coercing me. I had some religious scruples at that time and didn't want to feel I was a willing participant. I started making some protestations about not wanting to carry this any further but I was definitely putting out mixed signals. I was simultaneously getting into position on my back, stretching my head back and opening my mouth. I don't think he was fooled. In moments his cockhead was brushing my lips and his balls were hanging in front of my nose. He pushed his hard dick half way into my mouth and started pumping it in and out slow and smooth. I was beginning to get off on his face fucking. I felt like my hard cock was going to split the seams of my shorts. He gradually started making exploratory thrust further back into my throat. I felt it pushing against the sides of my throat but it wasn't hitting the back wall of my throat, it was just scraping it. Before long he had six inches of cock in my gaping mouth and I could fell his knob widening my gullet. He didn't leave it in deep long enough to bother me and was surprisingly gentle, considerate even. This wasn't the treatment I had expected from him.

"Try to open your mouth a little wider so I don't scrape your teeth," he said as pulled free of my mouth. He settled to his knees with his dick brushing over my face. He leaned forward some until his balls were hanging in front of my nose and lips. "Suck on my balls, man." He said huskily. I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue to make contact. I captured one pulled it to my mouth and sucked it in. He started talking softly to me. "Yeah man, that feels great. Suck on my nuts. Make `em feel nice."

I couldn't believe how this turned me on. My nose was pressing into the soft muskiness between his cockroot and his shit hole. But my discomfort due to this unfamiliar position was not the main point of my focus.

I was happily slurping away when he pulled back and said, "Eat my cock." It loomed backed up in front of my face. He slid it into my mouth again and resumed the previous steady pumping.

After a few minutes I heard him say, "Open wide and let me in so I can really fuck your throat." Without waiting for any acknowledgment from me he shoved his shaft further into my gullet. I felt it penetrate, its hardness widening m . Before long he was pulling his dickhead all the way out to be caressed by my lips and shoving in until my lips nuzzled in his hairy pubes. He fucked my face like a pounding piston.

I could take it no more (though I would have liked to). My throat was raw and I knew I would gag if he kept on. I wriggled out from under him and tried to compose my self.

"C'mon man, don't stop now. I was close." He pleaded

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it anymore. My throat is sore."

"Well, I'll go easier. Just help me get off."

I didn't want to suck him anymore but I knew one way he could get off.

"You want to cornhole me?" I asked hopefully.

"Nah," he said, dashing my hopes. "Why not just beat on it with the head in your mouth?"

I had wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't believe he wasn't interested. Disappointed, I answered, "Okay, but let me know before you come."

Needless to say he came in my mouth. He apologized as I spit it out but I knew he did it on purpose. Over the next two weeks we had several more encounters like this including the promising-not-to-but-cumming-in-my-mouth-anyway scenario but I always acted like it was a chore I had to do. He quit looking me up to do anything. I was apprehensive about the start of school, thinking he would blab or razz me. I was especially rattled when I discovered we had the same homeroom, but he kept quiet and treated me exactly the same as he always had: he ignored me.

About a week before Halloween I had had a frustrating day in PE. One of the guys I ogled regularly had sprung a woody in the shower. This led two of his equally cute friends to start kidding him as their cocks started stiffening also. The first guy started roughhousing with his friends and shoved one of them against my back. I felt his swelling cock rub the crack of my ass. I felt my dick start to get hard. As they continued to rassle around, oblivious to me, I grabbed my towel and abandoned the shower.

My PE class was the last before lunch. I spent my entire lunch trying to hide my hard on. All I could think about was the image of their hot bodies, hard cocks, and the contact of bare cock on my bare butt cleft. I had multiple scenarios in my mind peopled by those three hot boys across the cafeteria.

Right after lunch we went back to our homerooms for a twenty-minute break before the final two periods. I sat down in the back of the room. I didn't notice for a few minutes but Billy Ray was sitting next to me. He was wearing his typical pair of jeans and a white tee shirt. The jeans left little to the imagination and what wasn't obvious I could construct from memory. I could smell the sweet aroma of his crotch and feel his pubes against his my nose, my face, and my lips. I looked over at him. He wasn't even aware I was there. I lay my head down on my desk hoping to catch his attention. It worked. He glanced my way and nodded (Just a friendly nod). I held his gaze with my eyes and then lowered my eyes to stare at his crotch. He might not have been the brightest apple in the barrel, but he didn't have to be hit by a two by four. He got my meaning immediately. He smiled his approval and we started exchanging notes to set up a meeting after school.

A few years earlier, the older boys in our neighborhood had built a small lean-to against a dry embankment in the field behind my house. They had used this as their clubhouse for a year or so. It was where they could go to smoke, look at what titty mags they could lay their hands on, and generally goof-off. I had all kinds of wild fantasies about what they did there, no doubt far wilder than actual facts. They grew out of the clubhouse and now it was abandoned. The field wasn't cultivated but was simply a large hilly meadow full of sagebrush. I was probably the only person who knew about the old shack. I loved to take walks out there. I drew Billy Ray a map and told him to meet me there.

Within ten minutes of getting home from school I was headed out into the field. I waited at the lean-to for Billy Ray to arrive. He showed up ten or fifteen minutes later. He was obviously pleased that this was my idea. I dropped the reluctant act and made some effort to give him a good time. I didn't even bother with the don't-cum-in-my-mouth act, though I did still spit it out. He still turned down my offer of my ass, que sera, sera. At least I was getting my hands on some nice sized dick. The he really blew me mind.

"Is there any guy you would like me to let know you do this?"

I was totally floored. The idea I might want this baboon to broadcast this little tidbit seemed ludicrous. I imagine a huge list of my fantasy fucks but there was no way I could acknowledge this to Billy Ray. No way I could have it known. We lived in a small southern town. I marshaled my composure and haltingly explained that I wanted this to be just between the two of us. "Don't you dare tell anybody!"

Over the next few months, emboldened by my initiating an encounter, Billy Ray would just show up at my door out of the blue. It was frequently late in the afternoon after he had been out playing ball with other guys in the neighborhood. The aroma of his crotch, sweaty from his recent exertion became like a drug for me. He kept trying to get me eat his ass but I had no interest in that. I don't know what my mother must have thought about me associating with Billy Ray, especially since he seldom stayed more than twenty or thirty minutes. I was always terrified that she knew exactly what was going on but didn't want to face it or create a scene.

New Year's morning I got a phone call. It was Billy Ray. He said his family was away and he had his house to himself and wanted me to come down. I was still a little leery of him setting me up for exposure, but I had to have his cock. To my relief when I got to his house he was alone. Things proceeded in their normal course until I was getting ready to leave. At this point he reached into a drawer and pulled out some black and white porn brochures. Most were straight but he had several that depicted men sucking and fucking each other. This was the first time I had ever seen any hard-core porn, not to mention gay hard-core. I was totally enthralled.

"Have you ever done that?" he asked me incredulously. I told him I had. He wanted to know with whom. I again told him that was my business. He dropped that line of questions and took up another.

"Doesn't it hurt? This guy has a huge pole on him."

"Yeah, it hurts, but you can't just jam it in. You got to take it slow so you get used to it." I answered.

"Man, there is no way I would let a guy fuck me. Do you like it?"

Sheepishly I answered, "Yeah, I do like it. I like it better than sucking cock."

He was quiet for a moment and then asked, "Have you ever fucked somebody's ass?" I told him I had. "What was it like?" he asked. "Is it as good as a pussy?"

"I've never fucked a girl." I answered. "But I can tell you it beats a hand or a mouth. It's really tight and smooth. But most guys I have fucked said I hurt them too bad and made me pull out."

"Do you like getting fucked?"

"Yeah, as long as the guy takes his time and doesn't try to split me open." I hesitated and asked, "You want to fuck me?"

"Nah," he answered. "It seems a little too queer for me."

I finished dressing and headed back home where I immediately went to my room. I jerked off several times thinking about those hot fuck pictures and Billy Ray reaming my ass out. I came three times in succession I was so turned on.

I went several weeks with nothing more from Billy Ray than a casual friendly nod. I thought I had turned him off. This didn't hurt my feelings or anything but had started getting used to swinging on his rod and was beginning to miss it. Then one day at lunch I had left the cafeteria to take a leak. I had only just pulled my dick out to start pissing when Billy Ray walked in. We were the only people there. He took the urinal next to me and pulled out his slightly tumescent cock. I stared.

"What you got going on this afternoon?" he asked.

"I'm just hangin' around the house," I said. "Mother is taking both of my sisters shopping in the city after school."

"That's great. Do you care if I come by?"

Trying not to seem too eager I said, "Sure, whatever."

We heard approaching footsteps. As another guy walked in (it was Bilbo, the guy whose dick had bumped my ass crack that fall) I zipped up and walked out without another word.

I was peeping through the curtains when Billy Ray strolled up. I let him in and stripped off his pants as soon as he was out of his shoes. After twenty or so minutes of our typical ball slurping and face fucking he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"Can I cornhole you?" he asked. His voice was breathy and I could tell he was excited. But he was nowhere near as excited as I was. I was going to fucked by a straight redneck stud for the first time.

I did my best to appear nonchalant and simply answered, "Okay."

I pulled my pants off for the first time in front of him. He paid me no mind as he stroked his steel hard erection. "Suck it some more and get it wet." He said. After a minute he rolled me over on my stomach and got on top of me.

Never before had a dick as large as my own six incher successfully penetrated me. Billy Ray, while not massive, was more than an inch longer and noticeably thicker. As I felt him push his cock along my crack I tried to prepare myself for his onslaught. He started trying to spear me right off but was too high.

"Reach around and get me in," he gasp in my ear.

I was beginning to think this might not be a good idea but my hand and my butt had it's own ideas. I reached around and guided his dick to my tight hole as anticipatory quivers shook my entire frame. I rubbed his spit soppy cock around my opening and shoved back gently against it. I grimaced as I felt my anus try to open to accommodate his pulsing girth. I thought it was going to tear me open. As pushed back more to try to ease it in he lunged forward with his hips, driving his head through my ass lips. I thought I would die. I screamed out loud. I tried to squirm away but he was relentless. Every move of mine to escape was matched by him and succeeded only in opening me further to his iron spike. I truly felt as if someone had driven flaming hot fence pole in my inexperienced little butt. I thought for sure that I had to be torn and bleeding. I wanted this to be over but then I realized I had never been so hard in all my life.

Billy Ray started whispering in my ear how tight and hot I was. Before I realized he had slid the two inches behind the head up my spasming sore rectum. He started thrusting his hips wildly. He wasn't really moving inside my chute but his thrusting was rubbing the head of my dick against the sheets beneath me. I was telling him to quit but I knew I didn't mean it. He told me to stop whining. I wanted this and he was barely in me.

I reached back and wrapped my hand around his cock. I could feel his blood beating in the engorged organ. He was right -- he had a lot more cock out than was in. I traced my fingers down to the point where it entered my stretched hole. I wasn't torn after all. He starting thrusting his hips wildly. He wasn't really moving inside my chute but his thrusting was rubbing the head of my dick against the sheets beneath me. I felt the cum churning in my balls. Before I knew it, I was spurting madly. I groaned loudly. Every spurt of cum caused me to clench the tight ring of muscles surrounding his dick. He gave another huge push, which inserted another inch in my backside. I felt his dick throb as cum gushed into me. As he finished he body went limp.

As he gingerly pulled his softening pud from my sloppy hole. I thought my insides were coming out with his dick. His cum seeped out my tender hole and ran down my balls. He got up and stumbled to the bathroom to wash off. When he was in me I had just wanted him out, now with his fullness gone I felt incomplete and empty. I passed him in the hall on my way to wash up. When I got back in the bedroom he was pulling on his clothes. He pointed to the wet spot on the sheets where I had cum.

"You came with me fucking you. I went wild when your butt started squeezing me. Next time I'm going to put it all in there and show you what getting fucked is all about. You'll cum so much we'll float in it"

"If you are going spear me in one thrust again there isn't going to be a next time. I'm surprised I'm not bleeding. If you want to fuck me again you're going to have to be gentle and let me adjust."

He grinned at me. "We can start out that way if you want, but you know you loved it."

I didn't want to admit it but I did love it. It was my first man fuck. Now I was sorry the duration was so short, but I guess that was my fault.

As he left he looked back over his shoulder and said, "Don't let anything happen to that cock squeezer of yours. I'm goin' to want that on a regular basis."

My sore asshole was dribbling his cum for the next two days. But I knew I was going to want it on a regular basis too.

The next time was three days later. I was a serious piano student and spent most of my free time practicing. My piano was down in the basement, which had an outside door on the west side of the house. I was down there practicing right after dinner and heard a rap at the door. When I opened the door Billy Ray walked right on through.

"I've got to have some more of that hot ass pussy of yours. Get down on your knees and get me ready." I didn't need a second order. I slurped on his dick like it was an all day sucker. After a while I led him back into the back room. This was just a storage room. There was a mattress lying on the floor. He caught the idea immediately.

He pulled a small jar of Vaseline out of his pocket and said "This ought to make things easier. Get out of those britches."

He did start off easy. He lubed up his pole, and slowly and carefully inserted his throbbing rod in my butt. The Vaseline did help. He allowed me to adjust to each further penetration. When he was all the way in and I had stopped gasping, he pulled me up to my knees. I thought this was totally strange and unnatural, like dogs fucking, but I was far to cock crazed to protest. He was hitting places inside that were completely virgin territory. He grasped my hips and pulled and pushed in another inch that I wouldn't have thought existed. I felt the hair at the base of his cock rubbing my butt hole. He flexed his cock and I felt it swell inside me. I thought I'd scream but both my parents were upstairs. He pulled back until only his flared head was in me. The he thrust forward easily until his pubes were brushing my ass lips again. I popped up on my elbows but he pushed my chest back down on the floor. My hard cock was thumping against my stomach. He pulled out again until my hole was empty and gaping, wanting his cock back in me. He rubbed his cock up and down my hole, teasing me.

"You want it back in?" he asked. I pushed my butt back to try to recapture his big member but he pulled back away. "If you want this cock you're going to have to say so. You have to tell me where, why and how you want it." To punctuate this he jabbed the head in and pulled back out.

I gasped out. "I want your big cock. I want you to fuck my little pussy hole. Fuck me with your hot hard slab of meat!"

"That's good," he said. "Here's your reward." He lined up and gored me with the full length of his rod. I groaned and bit down on my hand to keep from screaming. The pain was sharp and severe but so was the sexual rush I was getting from his hard driving fuck.

"Oh yeah, fuck me hard!" I was stunned to realize those words were pouring from my mouth. "Pump me full of hard cock!"

He took me at my word and started pumping my butt fast, hard and rough. No finesse here, just ram and slam. He was thrusting against my upturned butt with such force my head was bouncing on the mattress. He fucked me five minutes (it felt like an hour), and then he stabbed deep and tensed up. I felt his cock pulse as he filled me with his come. He chatted inconsequentially as he got dressed. Then headed off.

Billy Ray started showing up at least once a week. I got used to hearing a rap on the door. I kept telling myself I was doing this because he would tell everyone if I quit. (Like this red neck wanted everyone to know.) I even started acting like it was an imposition. Like I didn't have time or wasn't in the mood. But I never let him go away unsatisfied. After Billy Ray got his license I got used to hearing the crunch of gravel as he pulled into the turn-around behind the house. I can't imagine what Mother must have been thinking. A friend dropping by unannounced and only staying thirty to forty-five minutes.

One afternoon the next spring I was practicing piano and heard the crunch of gravel. I knew that it was too early for my father to get home so I thought that it must be Billy Ray. He knocked and came right on in.

"You don't care if Bilbo comes in, do you? He's sitting out in the car."

I looked out the door and sure enough there he sat. That had to mean he had told Bilbo I had been servicing him. My mind reeled. I was torn between anger and horror at being exposed.

"You can't expect me to do him too!" I blurted out.

"You're not mad, are you? I thought you'd like it."

"LIKE IT! I can't believe you told him. I told you not to tell anybody."

"I haven't told him anything yet."

I gave him what I thought was an appropriately scornful expression.

"Can't he come in and watch?" he asked.

"No, I don't feel like it. Come back sometime by yourself."

"How about if I ask him to drive around `til we're finished?"

"Well, Okay."

Billy Ray went out and came back as Bilbo drove off.

We went into the back room and after a few minutes of my cock slurping he climbed on my back and started fucking me missionary. He had been at it a few minutes when I heard the outer door open. Bilbo stood in the door watching me getting cornholed.

"He's already seen us," Billy Ray whispered in my ear. "He might as well come in."

He motioned and Bilbo came on in rubbing his crotch. As he neared Billy Ray told him "Pull it on out and fuck his mouth, he's real good." He kneeled down in front of me and unbuttoned his pants and fly. He was white jockey that bulged with his hard cock. With one motion he pushed his jeans and underwear down on his thighs. His freshly freed cock sprang up and slapped me on the nose. He was cut and slightly longer than Billy Ray was but not quite as thick and straight as a railroad spike. As the blended aroma of soap and teen-aged crotch filled my nose he reached down and directed his dick to my lips. I took his head in my mouth and he moaned.

"Isn't that great!" Billy Ray said as he peered over my shoulder at Bilbo's cock sliding in my face. He had stopped thrusting in my hole but his rock hard pole pulsing in my butt betrayed how turned on he was by his view. Bilbo slid more of his cock into my throat. "Bury his nose in your bush," Billy Ray said. That was obviously all the excitement he could take. He backed out his cock to the head and thrust back in hard splashing my guts with his spurting come. He collapsed on top of me limp as a dish rag.

"Hey man, did you just shoot in his butt?" Bilbo asked. His cock pulsed in my mouth as he pushed further into my throat. My face felt hot and must have been glowing with embarrassment and excitement. Being the sex object of two studs had been a fantasy of mine for a long time. But I hadn't expected the sensation of being demeaned. But my libido was a lot stronger than my pride and I dug my nose into his pubes nearly choking myself.

Billy Ray's voice was low and gravelly. "Yeah man, I flooded his hot hole. It's tighter than any pussy. You want a piece?"

"I don't know if I want seconds. Sounds sloppy."

"Hey, guy, sometimes sloppy is good. It just means he ready." Billy Ray's dick had softened up but the conversation must have been turning him on. I felt him throb inside me and start to grow. "If you don't want him I can go again, but you are really missing out." He thrust his stiffening rod into me as emphasis. "Satisfaction is guaranteed."

I was their cum bag for the next year and a half then sometime in the middle of senior year they both got girlfriends and quit coming around. I had felt used and reluctant when I had them. But I was bereft and horny without them. I know it's cliche, but if I had known then what I know now we all would have had a much better time. But that is how you learn.