This story is a work of fiction based on some of my fantasies. Don't take this as what is or is not proper behavior in everday life. The usual disclaimers - do not read this if you are not eighteen or older, please practice safe sex.
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It all started when I was in high school. I was the runningback on my football team, and as the quarterback sank more and more into boozing and partying, I became the true star of my team. Word also got around thanks to the guys in my locker room that I had a big dick (I'm about 8 and a half inches, which isn't porn star big, but was for most of the girls at my high school) and before you knew it, the panties of seemingly every hot and semi-hot female in my school were dropping on sight. I nailed cheerleaders, field hockey players, the shy bookish types, one or two teachers, and even a few lesbians. I think that because I was a "nice" guy, from a conservative family, I was a contrast to the other guys who may have been wilder in bed but were so doped up that they couldn't even stay awake most of the time. And I also loved to eat pussy, which certainly helped. I also had quite a bubble butt, as they called it, that they loved to hang onto. One of the girls shoved her tongue up my ass one time, and it was the dirtiest and hottest thing I had ever experienced. I fucked her so hard I thought I was going to break her in half.
Anyway, life was good, but some of the guys on my team, by senior year, were sick to death of me. And I guess I can't blame them. Unbeknowst to me, they had a big ugly plan of revenge. They knew they couldn't kill me or beat me up or any of that, because my family were big conservatives in the town and they were also very good friends with the principal, the coach, and so on. So they wanted to do something more psychological.
I was on my way back from the shower when I realized my towel was missing. So I went to get another one, and as I looked around, I realized all the towels were gone. When I went back to my locker, my clothes were gone.
And then I saw then on the floor. At first I thought they were soaked in water, but it was a stronger smell.
Someone had pissed all over my fucking clothes!
"SHIT!" I said as I banged the palm of my hand into the lockers.
"Nah, wrong body fluid. I thought you were a smart guy, Brian," a voice said.
It was Paco. He was kind of a punk, and he never liked me very much. Probably because I had deflowered his sister at her sweet 16 party. Knowing him, he probably wanted the opportunity.
Paco was naked, and his dick was just as big as mine. He was uncut, and as thick around as a baby's arm. He looked like he wanted to hammer nails with that monster between his legs. He - and it - made me nervous.
"Alright, Paco, I got the fucking joke. Thanks."
Before I could get my clothes together, a big black dude, Jamal, joined him. Jamal was also naked. And he also had a huge cock. Jamal and I were pretty good friends, for the most part, and Jamal was also secretly gay. I was the only one who knew about that.
"Brian, we're not done here yet."
The fear in Jamal's eyes made me wonder if he'd went along with Paco just to make sure things didn't go too far.
I flipped them off.
"Yeah, we ARE done, assholes. I don't have time for this shit."
I grabbed my stuff and was about to leave when a sharp blow to the stomach knocked me to the floor.
"THEN HAVE TIME FOR THIS, BITCH!!!!"
That voice belonged to Tony. Tony was the aforementioned quarterback who could barely even catch a pass, much less pass a class, these days. I had stolen his thunder and he hated me for it. Tony was a bulky guy, we were similar in many ways, except he was more Italian and I was more Polish. And my dick was bigger than his by about an inch - we measured once - and it drove him crazy.
I was about to stand up again when I felt a spray on my chest. I looked down and realized where it was coming from. Fucking Tony was fucking pissing on me! A steady stream all over my pecs and trickling down my six-pack. He was smirking while he did it.
"You fucking a..."
Before I could get the words out, piss flooded my mouth. I spit some of it out and saw that Paco was soaking my mouth. He moved his stream up and tried to hit my eyes, so I closed them and he went back to my mouth.
Soon another stream joined them. I figured it was Jamal. As I went from confused to stunned to angry, the third stream hit my midsection. I groaned through the piss as I realized Jamal was aiming towards my cock.
It went on forever and I thought they must have drank the entire Great Lakes system. I was so ashamed, being humiliated this way by people who were my teammates and sometimes my friends. I was being used like a cheap whore. And yet through it all my cock kept getting bigger and bigger. I was their piss pig (a term I wouldn't know until years later) and I liked it. I liked how dirty they made me feel and how sick and dirty I felt for allowing them to douse me with their urine. By the time they were done, I was fully hard.
"Oh man..." Jamal whispered. I turned my piss-soaked head to the side. They were all staring at my mammoth erection. Unconsciously, I bucked my hips, which gave them an even better view.
"You got off on this, man?" Paco snorted.
"Yeah, you fuckin' roach, I do," I spat at him.
"FUCK YOU," he yelled, and he ran over towards me. His rough palm encircled my dick and he began yanking at the base.
"Let's see you cum, faggot. Let's see you blow your load like a little bitch all cause we pissed on your white boy face."
I grunted and thrust into his callused hand.
"Yeah, cum for me, faggot," he hissed. He was good at this. I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to stop him.
Instead, I took his own huge head and I peeled the foreskin back. He whimpered. I don't think he had expected this to become mutual. I'd never seen such a pink cockhead before. I started jerking him. He moaned and began cursing in Spanish.
While he awkwardly masturbated me, I thought about how crazy all this was and how this was probably the only time I'd really get to explore another man's body. When Jamal told me he was gay, I let him suck me off, and it was the best head I'd ever had. He told me that a man's cock felt so good in his mouth, that only a man could fully pleasure another man. I just kept seeing Paco's face, tough Paco so angelic as I massaged his thick third leg. I wanted to taste him. And I wanted to taste that piss dangling from his slit.
So before I could talk myself out of it, I positioned his legs between my head and I licked his mushroom head. I could hear gasps from the other side of the room. Paco just chuckled, like I was his bitch, and I started taking more and more of him in my virgin mouth. After a few minutes, I felt a pair of thick lips on my own cock and realized he was somewhat roughly going down on me.
The sight of this 69 was too much for Jamal, because when I looked over again, he had dropped to his knees and was deep-throating a confused and yet very aroused Tony. Tony loved to be in control, but he never thought this was how his "revenge" plan would work out.
Our guttural moans, cries of pleasure and passion, and most of all, slurping sounds, filled the echoing room. Before long, Paco shot a load down my no longer virgin throat. He kept cumming and cumming until his milky white seed dribbled down my cheeks. I responded by blowing my own load deep into his mouth. Tony had pulled out and was giving Jamal a facial, that stark white semen dripping down Jamal's beautiful black face. His own snake was huge and angry, and almost instinctively, I crawled over to him and swallowed the first few inches down my throat, in return for what he had done for me. He almost cried from the bliss of the situation, and he quickly ejaculated. Then I crawled up to his face and, along with Paco, licked Tony's cum off his Jamal's face. Then I shoved my tongue down Tony's throat and made him taste himself and all that sweat and the tears and the byproducts of his revenge-turned-mini-orgy.
We all quietly got dressed, too ashamed to even look at each other. I mean, we were (well, most of us) straight, right? What the fuck had happened to us? We weren't fags. We were men.
Graduation was a few weeks later and soon I went off to Harvard and then to law school. I still loved women, and I married a "proper" woman from a "proper" family who had done business with my parents for years. Her name was Judy. She's tall, she's got short brown hair and big tits and she shaves her bush so smooth her cunt lips probably have hypothermia. We had 3 kids, great kids. They're in their teens now. We all moved back to my hometown around the time I turned 40, because my dad died and my mother can't take care of herself.
When I looked at my life and what my parents had wanted to be, I began to feel lost. I've never cheated, but as we reached middle age and Judy spent more and more time with the kids, I started to think about the freedom I never had the chance to explore. Was this really all I wanted to be? A carbon copy of my father? A "conservative" man trapped in an increasingly loveless marriage, waiting to die?
One day I looked through the obituaries and recognized a name. Tony. He was drunk and not wearing a seatbelt, and went right through his windshield. Fuck. I didn't love the guy or anything but he was a big part of my high school years. His funeral was the next day.
I saw Jamal sitting up in the front row with a stunning black woman. She was just gorgeous. She looked like Tyra Banks, only even more gorgeous. She was spilling out of her dress, yet she was ladylike and polite.
After the service I shook Jamal's hand. He had such a strong grip, and he looked surprisingly happy. He had grown into a strong, confident man, and he had not one ounce of fat on his body. Broad shoulders and a big bulge. I had to have a chat with him, so we went to the john. We talked for a few minutes, then I got the balls to ask him the question.
"Jamal. Tell me to shut the fuck up if I shouldn't ask this, but...weren't you gay?"
Jamal nodded.
"Yeah. I'm still gay, nosey motherfucker. But like you always said, even a faggot can't always resist pussy. And that is one prime piece of pussy. Seriously, my family would've dropped dead if they found out I was gay. Jackie is bi, and she has a longterm relationship with a female artirst who lives in Europe. She spends half the year there. We got married for the health insurance, the benefits, all that shit. I'm dating a guy named Michael."
He showed me the guy's photo. He was short, also black, and he was wearing a Speedo. Packing a Speedo, I should say.
"Wow. You're a lucky asshole, Jamal," I said. Only half-jokingly.
After the funeral, the 3 of us went back to their place for a drink, in memory of Tony. Jackie changed out of her short black dress into, of all things, a negligee. I wondered what the fuck was going on here. Then Jamal put down my drink and started unbuttoning my shirt.
"Wha-wha..." I stammered.
"I miss you, Brian. I want to fuck you, and so does Jackie."
Before I could turn him down, he grabbed the back of my head for a rough kiss. We'd never really kissed back in high school. He took my breath away. He had me barechested, my nipples hard, before I could even blink. Jackie, in her seethrough negligee, slinked over and undid my pants. I gasped as I felt her soft hand tracing my manhood through my rapidly soaking boxer briefs.
"Jackie, let me see those big tits," I moaned.
She slipped out of her nightie and I dove straight for her huge udders. She screamed and tore at my hair as I devoured her huge beige aerola. I made my way down to her pussy. So, so hairy. So wonderful. Jamal was between my legs, sucking my cock just as good as he always had.
Suddenly, Jackie pulled me away from her precious cunt. What she said next shocked me.
"I'm going to piss on your face, Brian."
To be continued...
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