This is pure fiction, but don't read it if M/T sex bothers you. ______________ Frank
I met Frank several months ago when I was outside mowing our lawn. I was 17 at the time, now 18. I'm overweight, have longish hair and most people think I'm kinda feminine. Anyway, I was really sweating and my tee-shirt was clinging to me. I noticed Frank on his front porch, staring at me, and sporting a hardon. He didn't bother hiding it, so I stared back for a while. When I was done mowing, he was still outside. His grass needed cutting, so I went over to him and asked if I could mow his lawn, for only $10.00.
He didn't want that, but asked if I'd like some lemonade and to sit for a while in the shade. I was still sweating and hot as hell, so I said, "Okay." He suggested that we sit in the back, by his pool, so again I told him, "Okay." In the back yard, after we both had cold drinks, he asked if I'd like to cool down by taking off my shirt.
As soon as I did, I saw that he couldn't take his eyes off my chest. Like I said, I'm fat and I have a kinda saggy chest. I knew he liked what he was seeing, because his cock got real hard as he stared. To be honest, I liked his staring and pretty soon, I was also hard, from the excitement of his attention. I guess my hardon was all the encouraged he needed. Anyway, he slid his chair next to me and asked, "You know, $10 for mowing my lawn is pretty small change. You want to make some real money, $50, for doing nothing but just sitting there?"
"Sure, how?"
"Let me play with your beautiful tits and suck your cock."
I'd never heard of a guy having tits, but I liked the way he was staring at me, so I nodded.
He instantly dropped to his knees next to my chair and began pulling and sucking my nipples. I loved the feeling. Pretty soon Frank, with one hand firmly planted on my chest, moved lower and began slurping on my cock. My head was spinning from the flood of sensations of my nipples being twisted and pulled and my cock being sucked. I came real quick. Sure enough, he gave $50. After he'd licked up the excess from my balls, he asked me if I'd like to do this very often. I loved what he did and to get paid for it, hell I couldn't agree fast enough.
As it turned out, several times a week, after school on weekdays, or in the afternoons on weekends, I'd get a call or he'd wave to me. That was my way of knowing he wanted me.
We reached a system where if I came in and saw $25 on the table, it was for a quick suck. $50 meant he wanted me to strip and he'd suck me all over. Many times, the $50 meant my tits were going to be sore for the rest of the day. One afternoon, I walked in and saw $100 sitting on the table. I wasn't sure what that would get him, or what I would have to do to earn it, but when he lead me upstairs and gave me an enema, I knew. Frank fucked me that day, my first time getting fucked. It hurt like hell and I cried into a pillow as he pushed his thick cock head into my tight, virgin ass. Even though he fucked me slowly and came quickly, I hurt for a couple of days.
We went on like that for a few months. I was his sex toy for the taking, which he took several times a week. At least once a week, he would fuck me. Each time, harder and rougher than before.
One Saturday afternoon we went to a much higher level. I saw a lot of cars pull up at his house. Since we'd also become friends, I was curious about what was happening. By seven o'clock that evening, probably thirty cars had pulled up out front, many with more than one person in it. It was then that Frank called to ask me if I come over. When I agreed, he told me to wear a particular knit shirt he'd given to me. He liked me wearing that shirt because he could see right through it. Like I said, Frank liked my tits and sometimes wanted to be able to see them all the time.
I put the shirt on and went over. As soon as the door opened, I heard cheering. I walked into the living room and the cheering increased. I got shouts and cat calls from guys wanting to me to come over and sit by them. A gay tape was playing in the VCR and a few guys were jacking off or sucking each other.
Frank took me up stairs and told me he wanted me to be the entertainment for the evening.
I backed away. So many guys. I started to leave, but Frank stopped me and told me not to worry. He'd ordered everyone to be easy with me. No rough stuff and as an added bonus, no one was going to cum in me. Besides, I might leave with a couple thousand dollars.
Frank was hard. I could tell he really wanted this, so I agreed. Then he did something he'd never done before. He kissed me, on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, one of love and real caring. I suddenly realized how much he really did care for me. In his own way, by not letting anyone else cum in me, Frank was showing his love. He was reserving that special moment for only the two of us.
I felt very close to him right then. So, I agreed and wanted to give him what I knew he loved. I smiled and took my shirt off. He looked at me with the softest eyes I'd ever seen. Then I bent over, like he liked me to do. Bending like that, slumping my shoulders forward, made my fat tits feel bigger.
Frank was feeling my tits as he took me to the bathroom and he gave me my enema. When he'd filled my ass, he told me to hold it in. It was one more way of Frank feeling dominate over me, which he really liked doing. As I held it, he moved around front, pulled down his pants and fucked my mouth. I gagged and squirmed, but kept my ass closed. After he came, he left the room and I shit it all out.
Once I was cleaned out, Frank lead me downstairs. He put a clay pot on a table then took me to the center of the room. With hard and horny guys all around me, Frank repeated his orders. "Okay, listen up, you faggots.
No rough stuff. No one cums in my baby, and don't forget to leave some money in the pot."
I figured that if no one was going to cum in me, I'd leave that evening covered with cum, but I didn't mind. But, Frank had a trick up his sleeve. He placed a large glass on the floor next to me. "When all you horny guys cum, put it in here." He pointed to the glass. "It's for later."
"Shit," I whispered. I knew what was going to happen to the glass and its contents.
Anyway, Frank left the room and announced, "Okay, he's all yours."
Loud cheers filled the room and I was surrounded by hard cocks and pinching, probing fingers.
About the time a set of teeth clamped down on my tits, several fingers entered my ass. The party had started, but, that's a whole `nother story that I'll save for later. It goes without saying that the fifty or so men filled the glass, to almost overflowing. I'll leave to you, and the next story, to guess what happened to its contents. ______________________
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