Cruising Out of Control
By Moore
Chapter One
"Great work out there today, boys," Coach Ryan said as we trudged into the locker room. I was hot, sweaty and beat after a two hour football practice. "In a year or two some of you will be ready for the varsity team. That's all for now, boys, hit the showers."
Varsity team, no way, I thought. I'm barely good enough for the freshman team. The only reason I went out for football at all is because of Frank. He's the athlete and also my best friend since kindergarten. I am the smart one, the straight A student. Frank urged me to go out for the team, insisted really, and Frank almost always gets his way with me.
"Hey, Steven, you gonna take a shower or hang out in your jersey and pads all day?"
Frank, standing next to me, was down to his jock strap. I was so exhausted that I hadn't taken off my cleats yet. He looked so good wearing nothing but that jock strap, because he had a great body and he really filled out the pouch. I wore a jock strap because we were required by Coach Ryan to wear a jock strap, not that I'm much of a jock or have much to put in the strap.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Frank said as he stepped out of his jock. He padded off to the showers before I even had a chance to ask if I could give him a blow job later. Not that I thought he'd say yes to a blow job, but there was always a chance that he might change his mind.
I picked up his stained, sweat soaked jock strap and brought it to my face. I inhaled deeply of Frank's musky scent, wondering if I'd ever get to suck his big dick and eat his sweet sperm again. I licked inside the damp pouch that had held his cock and balls, chewed the wet mesh in anger and frustration that my best friend would not let me suck his big dick anymore.
Chapter Two
I know how big Frank's dick is because, well, we started jerking off together in early July. It was all Frank's idea and I went along. His idea too a few weeks later, giving each other hand jobs. I liked jerking him off and making him cum, liked watching his sperm shoot up in the air and rain down on my hand and his belly. Messy, but fun. We jerked off together a lot, but never had the nerve to taste each other's cum.
And then in August Frank decided, while looking at a porno magazine that he got from his older brother, that we should give each other blow jobs. We were lying on his bed, naked and stroking each other's dicks, with the magazine between us.
I thought he was kidding. "Blow jobs, Frank? Isn't that sort of, you know, gay?"
"Look at the expression on her face," he said, pointing to the color photo of a naked girl on her knees with an incredibly huge dick in her mouth. "You can tell by her face, Steven, that she really likes that big dick in her mouth."
I could tell no such thing and he avoided answering my question.
"All girls like dick and cum," Frank declared, "and giving guys blow jobs. My brother says that some guys like dick too."
I wasn't about to argue his point about girls liking dick, that seemed like normal sex to me. Though I couldn't imagine any girl I knew going down on her knees and giving me a blow job and letting me cum in her mouth.
"C'mon, dude, don't be a wimp. It's not gay to try it."
I didn't think I'd like a dick in my mouth, or cum, but Frank kept insisting that it wasn't gay to try it. He set all the ground rules for the blow job and he went down on me first. I didn't last long once Frank started sucking on my dick, maybe two minutes of incredible pleasure. It was by far the best cum I'd ever experienced, better by far than a hand job...ejaculating directly into Frank's mouth. I got the feeling that he didn't like it very much because he spit out my sperm. A few minutes to recover and it was my turn to return the favor and give Frank a blow job.
I got down on my knees and put my hands on his thighs like Frank had done to me. Kneeling between Frank's legs as he towered above me, his dick inches from my face, was slightly humiliating and strangely exciting. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth...ready to receive Frank's dick.
I felt the spongy head pass through my quivering lips and slide smoothly along my tongue. I think I moaned aloud, or maybe it was Frank, or maybe it was both of us.
I clamped my lips around the thick shaft and the deed was done...Frank's dick was firmly in my mouth. Much to my great surprise and relief, Frank's big dick felt really, really good in my mouth. His dick was smooth as silk, soft and yet so stiff all at the same time. His dick was alive...charged with raw energy, pulsing and probing in my mouth...delivering shock waves of incredible pleasure throughout my body. I felt the tingling sensation between my legs that signals the start of an erection and despite having cum only a few minutes ago my dick was coming alive.
A million senseless thoughts flew in and out of my mind. Only one thought lingered on that could not be explained or denied. I was aroused, no, much more than that. I was sexually aroused...like I never was before...without even touching my dick. Nothing else made any sense at that moment or later that night when I had a chance to think about it. I was sexually aroused by the cock in my mouth, a boy who liked dick.
I looked up at Frank and smiled, or what passes for a smile when a dick is in your mouth. He held my eyes with his as his hands moved to hold my head. The fleeting look on his face spoke of joy with a touch of conquest. I felt small, helpless and excited looking up at Frank with his dick in my mouth.
"Hey, Steven," Frank said, "You got a boner. I think you like my dick in your mouth." I nodded. Smiling is hard, speaking is all but impossible with a dick in your mouth. "Like really like my big dick," he continued, feeding me more dick. I nodded again, ashamed that I liked his dick so much, ashamed that I had a boner with a dick in my mouth. I put those thoughts aside and started to suck.
I sucked Frank's dick until my jaw began to ache, but I didn't stop...couldn't stop...because his dick felt so good, so natural in my mouth. I sucked him fast and I sucked him slow, swirling my tongue around the head, slurping and swallowing the spit whenever I could. I sucked him deep, almost to the point of gagging, wanting every inch of his big dick in my mouth. And as Frank's dick expanded in my mouth, as my best friend got closer and closer to cumming, I desperately wanted his sperm. More than anything else, as the blow job neared an end, I wanted Frank to cum in my mouth...I wanted to eat his sperm.
Chapter Three
I changed into my street clothes without showering and ran out of the locker room with Frank's jock strap still clenched in my hand...angry that Frank would not let me give him blow jobs anymore. One blow job in August and he would not do it again, not even a hand job. I didn't mind at all that he wouldn't jerk me off or blow me...as long as I could suck his dick and eat his cum...or mind that I had to beg him for it sometimes. I guess you could say that I was his personal cocksucker, using me for blow jobs when he wanted to get off.
I was happy to be his personal cocksucker and I thought he enjoyed the blow jobs too. So I was shocked when he told me on the first day of school that I couldn't give him blow jobs anymore because it was too gay. I argued in vain that getting a blow job wasn't gay.
I ran out of the locker room and crashed right into Drew Levine who went down in a heap. A tackle like that on the football field would have earned praise from Coach Ryan. Like Frank, I knew Drew from kindergarten but we hadn't been friends for years. He was still playing dress©up and having tea parties with his three older sisters when the rest of the boys in our group had moved on to sports and other masculine activities. Drew was odd, more girl than boy, and he never denied the frequent accusation that he was gay.
"You ok?" I asked, helping him to his feet.
"My legs and my back," he said, wincing in pain. "I don't think I can walk."
"Lean on me and try."
Drew was able to walk a little with my help. Feeling guilty for running into him I agreed to help him get home. I helped him upstairs to his room, no one else was home, and helped him take off his clothes so we could examine his injuries.
"They belong to my sister," he said, as if to explain why he was wearing what appeared to be a pink jock strap.
I ran my hands up and down his hairless legs, stopping mid©thigh, well below his crotch...though I was tempted to go higher. "Just bruised," I said. "Nothing seems to be broken. Roll over so I can examine your back."
Drew wasn't wearing a pink jock strap at all, at least not the kind of jock strap I was familiar with. This jock strap had a single band attached to the waist, a thin band that disappeared between the cheeks of his ass. And what an ass it was, round and creamy white, with a rose tattoo on the left cheek.
"I'm starting to feel better," Drew said as he got off the bed. "Thanks for checking me out." He stood next to me briefly and then he suddenly dropped to his knees. I reached down to help him up. Drew took my hand in his and put his other hand in my crotch. "We used to be friends when we were kids."
"Uh huh."
"I'd like to be your friend, Steven, a special friend. I can do things for you that no other friend can do. They can but they won't, I mean. Would you like me to show you what I can do to make you feel special?"
"Well yeah, I guess."
Drew quickly got my pants down and got his hands inside my shorts. He fondled me gently and I quickly got hard.
"Feels good, Steven?"
"Oh yeah."
"I can make your dick feel even better," he said, pulling down my shorts and pushing me back on his bed. Then he stripped off the pink jock and crawled between my legs. Drew's erection, not a pubic hair in sight, stood tall against his belly. "I can suck it."
A funny thing happened during the blow job. I pivoted around so that Drew's dick ended up in my mouth. I sucked him while he sucked me, cumming together and swallowing each others sperm.
"I had no idea you were gay, Steven."
"I'm not. Well, I don't think I am."
"Well, I am and I can tell when a boy is gay. That was not the first time you sucked a dick."
I could have lied easily enough, but I was tired of living a lie. "Ah, no, I've done it a few times before. I guess I am gay after all."
"It's okay to be gay," Drew said. "Whose dicks have you sucked?"
"Dick," I responded in the singular, not wanting Drew to think I was blowing a lot of boys.
"Dick who? Is he in our class?"
"One dick, Drew, I've sucked one dick...one boy. I'd rather not mention his name because it's over. He won't let me suck him anymore."
"Did he suck you too?"
"One time and then he wouldn't do it again."
"That sucks," Drew said, which made us both laugh out loud. "He turned you into his personal cocksucker, didn't he? Used you for a fag and you let him use you that way because..."
Months of denial, pent up anger and frustration burst forth. It had to come out sometime and I felt Drew would understand. "Because I love to suck cock, Drew. I love a dick in my mouth...need a dick in my mouth and, and..."
"And you love cum," Drew said, reading my mind. "You love the spurts and taste of warm cum. I love it too."
Drew took off the rest of my clothes and held me in his arms. He kissed away my tears and then he kissed my lips. I opened my mouth for his probing tongue, tasting my cum as he must have tasted his own. Then we scooted around on his bed and devoured each other's cocks.
Chapter Four
"Where are you going?" I asked when Drew got out of the bed and started to get dressed. "Come back to bed and I'll give you another blow job."
"You're done, Steven. Three blow jobs in an hour. You couldn't cum again if your life depended on it. I need more cocks to suck, fresh cocks and more cum."
"So where are you going for fresh cock?"
"I'm going cruising for cock at Lyon Park."
Cruising for cock sounded like fun. "Could I go with you?"
"You could, but I don't think you're ready. There's a lot of guys looking for blow jobs and sometimes it can get kind of rough for the cocksucker."
I started to get dressed and said, "I'm going with you."
"Not dressed like that you're not."
"What's wrong with jeans, sneakers and a button down shirt? Is there a dress code for cocksuckers?"
Drew laughed. "Too much like a school boy and not enough like a cocksucker. This is what cocksuckers wear when cruising for cock so the straight guys know we are fags."
Drew gave me a pink jock strap like his...he called it a thong. The single thin strap felt pretty good in the crack of my ass. Flip flops, tiny shorts, and a T shirt that left half my body exposed completed my cocksucker outfit. Dressed this way I felt like a fag and now I looked like a fag.
"Now you look like a faggot cocksucker," Drew said, and we headed off to Lyon Park in search of cocks to suck.
We sat on a bench watching four college boys tossing a frisbee around. "What do we do?" I asked after ten long minutes. "Go over and ask if they want a blow job?"
"We wait," Drew said. "They've seen us and they know what we are. They'll come over if they have any interest. Lookit, here they come. Just do what I do and let me do the talking."
Sure enough they stopped by our bench.
"Hot," Drew said as he slipped off his T shirt and shorts. I did the same, embarrassed to be sitting in a public park wearing nothing but a pink thong and flip flops. "Though it could get much hotter if you know what I mean."
The biggest of the four turned to his pals. "Faggots," I heard him say. "Cocksuckers. You guys up for a blow job?"
Then he turned back to us and said. "Okay, fags, lead the way."
Drew lead the way to a less public spot behind some tall bushes. The ground was littered with used condoms. I got down on my knees next to Drew, nervous yet excited, eager to suck dick.
Drew already had a dick in his mouth, sucking noisily, when the big guy stepped forward. "Take it out for me, faggot."
I paused for a moment, shamed by his superior attitude, and then meekly followed his instructions. I got his pants and jock strap down to his knees in one easy motion, sniffed and licked his sweaty balls, then I took all of his half hard cock in my mouth. He didn't stay half hard for long, forcing me to back off or choke to death on his dick.
"How's your faggot, Alan?" My guy asked his pal who was pumping away like mad in Drew's mouth.
"Helluva cocksucker, Paul, I...oh shit...I'm gonna cum in the faggot's mouth."
"I'm right behind you, Alan, gonna feed my faggot with a big load of my spunk."
Alan wasn't kidding about the size of his load. Spurt after spurt after spurt of warm, creamy semen collected in my mouth. I wanted it all, every drop of tasty sperm, but I couldn't swallow fast enough. Cum oozed from the corners of my mouth and clung to my chin.
I barely had time to catch my breath before a fresh dick was at my lips. "Open up fag and blow me. Gonna empty my nuts in your cocksucker mouth."
He did, a nice load of thick sperm, though not as much as the first. I swallowed it all and thought I was done, but a few more guys had mysteriously appeared and they had different ideas.
"We were just passing by and heard the commotion. Can we use your faggot for a blow job?"
"He's not my faggot," Paul answered back. "Though I wouldn't mind owning one to take care of my dick."
Drew and I sucked two more dicks each. We couldn't decide who would suck off the last guy...so we did him together and shared the cum, passing the wad of sperm back and forth between our mouths.
"Oh, fuck, the faggots are kissing. I'm outta here before the queers go down on each other."
Which is exactly what we did after taking off our thongs because we both had throbbing erections and needed to cum. A few guys stayed behind to watch the show...and laugh at us. I suppose it was funny watching two naked boys, two shameless faggots, rolling around on the ground in a tight sixty©nine...each with a dick in his mouth.
Drew and I cruised Lyon Park until October when the weather turned cold and we had to take our cocksucking indoors. The bus station and the railroad station, even the bathroom at the public library was a source of many guys who wanted to get their dicks sucked. We were two cock crazy fags cruising out of control and having the time of our life.
Chapter Five
Naturally, I became good friends with Drew again. Hard not to be friendly with your suck buddy, the boy you exchange blow jobs with and go cruising for cock with. I kept my distance at school, though, concealing our friendship because of Drew's reputation. I was a faggot, a cocksucker like Drew, but I didn't want my schoolmates to know. It was the only thing we argued about, other than the friendly dispute over who was the better cocksucker.
We were dressing to go cruising at a mid©town hotel when the argument started again...pink thongs under dark grey slacks, white shirts and navy blazers. Not our usual cocksucker outfits, but this was a sports memorabilia show at a luxury hotel so we couldn't go dressed like obvious fags.
"I should go without you," Drew said, slipping into his thong.
"Why?"
"Because you laughed at me in school today when all the other boys laughed. Some great friend you are, Steven, laughing out loud when Frank tied me naked to the goal post and put his smelly old jock strap on my face."
"Well, it was funny and you did get a hardon. Frank's old jock strap must have smelled pretty good."
"It did, but that's not the point. You could have come back for me and untied me before the cheerleaders came out to practice. But no, you left me there naked, tied up with a stinky jock strap on my face to be laughed at by a bunch of silly girls."
Drew had a right to be angry, but I was afraid to defend him in front of the other boys. Afraid that they would think that I was gay like Drew. "I'm sorry, Drew."
"Sorry doesn't cut it and I know why you did it. You have to come out of the closet, admit that you're gay."
"I'm not ready."
"Not ready my ass. How many dicks have you sucked since we started cruising together?"
"I don't know...maybe a hundred or so."
"More like two hundred dicks, Steven, my fag friend. And how many guys have cum in your mouth?"
"All of them, I guess. Except for the guys that like to cum on my face." I hate when guys do that because it's a terrible waste of cum.
"And how many guys have called you fag, homo, cocksucker and worse? How many guys, oh, and girls for that matter, have watched you suck dick and already know that you're a fag."
Now that was a humiliating experience, sucking cock at a fraternity house while twenty girls watched and cheered each time a guy unloaded his sperm in my mouth. Faggot and pussy mouth cocksucker sounds different when the words are spoken by a girl. "Okay, okay, you've made your point, Drew. A lot of people know that I'm gay."
Drew raised an eyebrow. "Gay? The way you go for dick?"
"Okay, a fag. A lot of people know that I'm a fag. I'll come out to the boys at school next week." Not so bad, maybe, I thought. They will make jokes and laugh at me, piss on me in the shower, but I might get to suck a few dicks.
"And the girls?"
Total humiliation. "Yes, the girls too...and all the teachers. Next week, I promise, everyone at school will know I'm a fag."
Drew kissed me and fondled my balls. "Get dressed, fag," he said. "We got some cruising to do and some dicks to suck."
The sports show was interesting, but after an hour and a constant erection I was ready to suck a few dicks. I went searching for Drew who'd gone off by himself and finally found him talking to an older man. He introduced me to Mr. Adler who grinned and then handed Drew a key. "Wait for me upstairs, boys," he said.
"Where did you meet him?" I asked as we rode up in the elevator.
"In the bathroom. He must have seen the tattoo on my ass when I dropped my pants to piss. I offered to blow him in a stall, but he had a better idea. A party in his room for a hundred bucks."
"A party in his room. Is it safe?"
"Safe enough," Drew assured me as the elevator came to a stop. "Mr. Adler is a pedophile, Steven."
"What's a pedophile?"
"A man who loves boys...young boys."
"My father loves me and I'm a boy," I said naively.
"Does your father want to see you naked? Does he want to fondle your body and kiss you all over? Does he want to blow you until you cum in his mouth?"
"Of course not."
Mr. Adler does. And when he's done with our bodies we'll both suck his dick, if he can even get it up, and be on our way with a hundred bucks. Not bad pay for letting him use our bodies and a simple blow job."
Drew used the key to open the door and we walked into a huge living room. The back wall was glass with a birds eye view of Central Park. Outside on the terrace a man was smoking a cigarette. He came in when he saw us.
"Who are you?" he asked rather sternly in a British accent.
"I'm Drew and this is my friend Steven. Mr. Adler gave me the key."
"Ahhh, the party boys."
"Yeah," Drew replied.
"That's yes sir or yes Mr. Coyle. Mr. Adler insists that his party boys be polite and respectful as well as young and submissive. I suppose you're both queer lads, fags as you like to say in the States. Mr. Adler prefers queer to describe a lad's homosexual orientation. Fag and faggot is so bloody common, gay is misleading and cock sucker is positively appalling."
"Yes sir, I am queer," Drew said easily.
"And what about you, lad?" Mr. Coyle demanded. "Are you a queer boy? Do you like a man's penis in your mouth and his semen in your belly?"
I did like to suck of course, but I hated the word and hated to say it. Queer gets stuck in my throat like an oversized cock and a wad of chunky cum.
"Well, we can't have a party unless...
"I am queer, sir, Mr. Coyle," I said quickly. "Queer, queer, queer."
"Queer it is then. Excellent. You may disrobe and bathe in the first room on the left. Return here starkers for my inspection before we get you dressed for the party."
"Excuse me, sir, but what is starkers?"
"An expression we Brits use, lad. It means bloody naked."
Drew and I showered together and returned to the living room. I froze in my tracks when I saw a woman talking to Mr. Coyle. "Come in lads," he said, waving us over. "Don't be shy in front of Gloria. She's seen many naked queer boys in her day."
"My, what a lovely penis," Gloria said as she fondled my cock. "Lovely testicles too. Pink for you, I think, and red for your queer friend."
Gloria deftly tied a pink ribbon around my dick and a red one around Drew. My humiliation turned to puzzlement when four more naked boys, with ribbons around their cocks, came into the room.
Mr. Coyle took several pictures of the naked group, complementing Gloria on her work. "Mr. Adler will be pleased with these queers."
Mr. Adler was pleased when he arrived a short time later. "Ah, yes, these queers will do nicely, Gloria. What lovely cocks."
So were the five other grey haired men that he brought with him to the party.
"Lovely lads, Adler," one man called out as he took hold of my hand. "Nothing quite so lovely and sexy as a naked young boy. Mind if I have a go with this one?"
"Have at him, Williams," Mr. Adler replied as he put his hand around Drew's erection.
Mr. Williams took me into a bedroom, closed the door and took off all his clothes. I got down on my knees at his feet, anxious to suck a cock, but he lifted me up with surprising strength and put me on the bed. "Don't you want me to suck you?" I asked. "Maybe lick your balls?"
"In time, lad, be patient. For now I just want to look at your body. It's not often that an old queer can enjoy the sight of a naked boy. Risky business, I daresay. How old are you lad?"
"Almost sixteen, sir."
"I have grandsons your age, twin boys in boarding school. Straight arrows as far as I know, but, well...I was away from home at school, a lad of ten, when I found out I was queer. Why don't you jack off for me, lad, play with your balls. I'd like to see you cum."
I felt foolish, but I did what he asked as he stroked his cock and continued to talk.
"The older boys preyed on the younger boys. Each had his fag, which meant servant not queer...though a bit of sex play was tried with varying results. Malcolm Foster, I can never forget his name, he had his way with me. Forced his bloody dick between my lips, Malcolm did, forced me to suck his dick till he released his bloody sperm in my mouth. Malcolm got lucky with his fag because he never had to force me to suck his lovely dick again."
"I'm gonna cum, Mr. Williams," I cried out. "Gonna cum any second."
"Do it, lad, on your belly. Cum for me boy."
"So I shot a load all over my belly," I told Drew after the party when we were back in the lobby. "And he ate it. Got on the bed and slurped all the cum off my belly. Then he licked me all over, his tongue didn't miss a spot on my body. The old queer said I tasted delicious and I didn't even get to suck his dick."
"Pedophiles are strange," Drew said with a laugh.
"They're crazy perverts if you ask me. Can we go cruise the bus station now? I really need to suck a few dicks."
Chapter Six
Drew kept me to my promise on Monday morning. I came out of the closet in the locker room...by offering a blow job to every boy in the class. Twenty eager boys lined up in front of me and some came back for another turn in the cocksucker's mouth. It took me two happy hours on my knees to suck off all those dicks. The word spread like wildfire...faggot. The girls laughed, the teachers were in shock. But I'd kept my promise, Drew and I kept on cruising...often times out of control.