This is a work of fiction which has no basis on anyone dead or living. The story is mine, ask first before doing anything with it. Don't read this if you are not over 18. Remember this is not reality and in real life, actions have consequences. This is just fun (or I hope it's fun for you).
Thanks for the comments on chapter 1. I'd love to hear your thoughts on chapter 2.
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I must have been delirious when I let my teenage neighbor seduce me. I didn't even know his name. I didn't even know if he was legal! All I knew was that this young, hung hunk was on his knees worshiping my meat. My knees buckled as half of my thick staff vanished into his gullet on first contact. This boy was definitely no virgin. His hair was soft and flowing in my hands as I gently stroked his forehead and urged him to take me to the root. He had a tongue piercing which had only glinted to my attention briefly during our conversation. Feeling the metal ball rolling over and around each groove and vein of my shaft was heavenly.
That sharp left curve in my fat dong was really doing a number on him; the sweat was dripping from his angelic face, the perpetual all-knowing sneer replaced by concerted grunting and slobbering against my fat hog. The backs of my thighs began to ache from his tight grip on my legs and pert buttocks while he blew me. Watching as my penis head throbbed against his swollen left cheek, feeling the soft mouth tissue against my oozing slit, I knew I couldn't last long. I nudged a foot against his well-packed blue boxer briefs, sliding the nail up and down his leaky, thinly veiled shaft. He rewarded my attentions by shoving a finger inside my ass.
"UNNNNGHHHHH" was the most intelligible response I could come up with while I pumped my load down his hot throat. The mixed emotions of cheating on Jerry for the first time, with a young skateboard stud whose parents could walk in at any second, combined with the sensations of the mouth gobbling down my cock and the finger swabbing my crack, pumped at least 8 loads out of my tense body. Trails of intermingled seed and saliva dribbled down his pointed chin. All the while he slowly pulled at his own azure-accented pud, but he wasn't in a hurry. I was though.
I tugged him up from crotch level and looked into his eyes, fascinated by the traces of crimson fire in the hazel pupils. I wanted to kiss him, feel those puffy lips between my teeth. He grabbed my hands, placing them on his obscenely bulging package.
"How old are you, anyway...um?" I half-moaned, from trepidation and lust.
"Lucas, Luke for short. What's your name, besides pops? I'm 17, 'most 18. How old do I look, huh?"
I smirked at him, ruffling his shaggy hair, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"16. And my name is Ben."
He snorted from my assumption and affection.
"Fuck that. And don't do that fag shit."
'Fag shit'. Ah, our youth of today...like any of the high school boys I chowed down on when I was actually in high school were any better. Well, with Luke here I was much stronger and braver than I was with the football jocks. I clamped our mouths together. His lips parted in shock and surprise, long enough for me to snake my tongue deep inside his warm facehole. The piercing clanked against my back teeth, setting off slight sparks as I tugged on the base with the edge of my tongue.
Finally we pulled apart. The sneer on his face was half-hearted at best, mixed with breathlessness and obvious arousal. For a moment, while he stared me down, our bodies inches apart, his fists clenched against my medium-build chest, I worried. Was he going to get violent? Call the cops? He stammered out a few words, but not the words I expected.
"Dude...you stink!"
My snicker seemed to take him by surprise. Shit...it took me by surprise too. A fresh coat of red peppered my bare skin.
"I-I was about to take a shower when I was locked out. I didn't realize..."
He was so earnest, almost smiling.
"No dude, I like it. Seriously. It's so nasty. Girls gotta perfume every inch of themselves. I almost wear a clothespin over my nose when I start fucking 'em. Your smell is just your body's phonograms. Hot!"
I was about to deliver a lecture on exactly what "pheremones" were (if I could remember) when Luke lifted my right arm up. His nose and mouth dived into my hairy pit, then switched to the other, kissing and biting my chest and erect nipples along the way. The urge to feel those teen teeth sink deep into my puffy tits sent a bolt of lightning through my crotch, but he was lapping up my sweaty underarm musk so well, I didn't want to tear him away. He slurped and grunted as his nose and mouth pressed into all the drops of exertion collected from the past day and our quick suck session a few moments earlier. My cock had revived with a vengeance, but I didn't want to cum again this quickly. Reluctantly, I pulled him away.
He flashed his trademark smirk, licking his lips and chin at the museum of scents and tastes collected on his mouth. Fingers danced at my crack again, insistent, burrowing, and very skilled. Just when my boner was flopping up to the second load, just when I was begging him to stop, he yanked the digits free, and placed them to my mouth to suckle my own flavors.
"I'm gonna go get the shower ready so I can plow that sweet queer ass o'yours, OK?"
I nodded, but my eyes rolled to the back of my head at his poser attitude. With a speed which surprised him, I dropped to my knees, pulling his boxer briefs down and off his feet in the space of seconds. I turned him around, marveling at his smooth, creamy, tight ass, much paler than the rest of his lanky frame. Unable to resist, I traced my tongue down his hole, then bit into both sweet, white melons. I stood back up, enjoying the expression of lust etched on his cute features as I leaned in for a whisper.
"Kid...just remember that soon, I'm going to plow YOUR sweet, queer, cherry ass. OK?"
With a light smack to those delicious buns, I sent him on his way. The look of unease and surprise on his fresh features as he left was very arousing. Even more satisfying were his boxer briefs, stretched out by the low-swinging nuts and thick beef crammed inside them. I pressed them to my mouth and nose, inhaling and, much to my chagrin, licking the precum and old, half-dried jizz contained inside. One time Jerry had caught me stroing my meat while sniffing his white cotton briefs this way, and he'd given me a long lecture about cleanliness. Then he'd slammed my back against the vibrating dryer and pumped a few volleys of his special brand of detergent up my butt.
Nobody could fuck me like Jerry, that was for sure, although Luke was welcome to give him a cum for his money. Maybe Jerry would like a piece of Luke...
As the sordid details flashing through my perverted mind, I realized that I had been absentmindedly pumping my erection in the crusty underwear clutched in my fist. I also realized that I had dropped the phone somewhere when Luke put the moves on me. Retracing my steps, I picked up the phone and began digging through the phone book. Greeting me was a small black and white photo of a wiry Italian hunk, balding, probably early 30's, in a tank top and skintight blue jeans. "GET YOUR LOCKS OFF AT ROCCO'S!!!" the banner underneath said. Very, very cute. I called the number. His voice was deep, friendly, and dare I say, a bit flirtatious. By the time I hung up I was back to masturbating inside Luke's underwear.
As I began to join Luke, I noticed a manila enveloped wedged into the last few white pages. Being a shameless snoop (don't let me near your medicine cabinet!), I opened up the contents like a kid at Christmas. And I got my very own Barbie Dream House as I pored through the photos. There were only about 6, taken with a blurry focus, but they put on a real show. Luke's dour father was just as bald as I'd remembered, and just as hung as I'd suspected. In each proceeding photo he went from fully dressed to buck nekkid, on his hands and knees, a leather mask with mouth and eye holes the only garment adorning his surprisingly built body. At least 8 inches of hard meat packed between his legs as his legs were spread wide on a cheap hotel bed. A long, uncut cock, 9 and 1/2 to 10 inches fully hard, with the foreskin peeled back to reveal a pink crown, was poised at his lips. At his ass was what looked to be 9 inches of a cock as thick around as a young child's wrist. The greying, hot daddy type with the flesh tube lodged up Luke's daddy's gaping hole tried to hide his face. The biracial, curly-haired young hunk with the unclipped prong stared right into the camera, practically hypnotizing me through the lens. His eyes were pure fire -- he could conquer the world and he knew it. He seemed hauntingly familiar. I flipped the envelope over. CYRUS was written in big black letters. Cyrus...where had I heard that name before? Cy...
"ARE YOU COMING???"
Luke's scream almost made me drop the heavy phone book on my toes. Thankfully, I composed myself and tucked the photos back in place before I ran to the bathroom. Luke was waiting for me with an industrial-sized bottle of shampoo.
Knowing what was coming, I bent against the tile wall, letting him kick my legs apart. His goopy fingers dug deep into my twitching hole, plucking in just the right places, teasingly opening me as he nipped at my earlobe and hissed a question.
"How many guys have fucked you?"
Distracted by his magic fingers, I could barely sputter out an answer. While I talked, I realized he was lining his thick prick up to join his fingers.
"Uh...I...oh God...right there...I guess about twent...YEAH fuck me...20 or so."
The spray slid down my back, easing his rough invasion of my hole. He began thrusting harder now, pounding my head against the shower wall as his throaty chuckle and long tongue filled my ear.
"Shit, man, I know some guys my age who've been dicked that many times."
It was my turn to laugh, the sound echoing slightly as I plucked my sensitive nips and slid my length up and down the wall.
"Really? Let's see if they celebrate middle-age sitting on a plastic donut."
He barely heard me. His language was descending into grunts now. As I pushed my hips back to accomodate his energetic, youthful jabs, I pictured his legs over my head as I popped his anal ring. I imagined Jerry pounding into me doggy-style as I ate out the load I'd just unleashed in Luke. The sight that made me splatter my juices against the wall was Luke's prim and proper father interrupting us, tearing off his clothes, bending over and exposing his hole for our violation.
"FUCK...you have the hottest pussy ass...milk my meat...FUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!"
He had a death grip on my hips as he emptied his second load of our day deep inside me. I was tempted to ask him if he'd ever screwed his father the way he just did me, but for all I knew, he was totally unaware of what a pig bottom daddy dearest was.
"Nice ass," he praised as I left the shower and began to towel off.
"For an old dude?" I shot back, one eyebrow raised.
"Nah, for anybody."
Christ, I was almost touched.
Thankfully, our awkwardness was broken up by a loud banging on the front door.
"If those are the holy rollers who caused me to get locked out, then I swear I will..." I trailed off, wrapping the towel around my waist.
Luke shook his head, his long, flowing blonde hair splattering water in all directions.
"Nah, it's for me."
He walked to the hallway, completely nude, and flung the front door open. What a brazen little punk. But he was right. Another skater boi, a few years older than Luke, with multiple piercings, a few tattoos on his neck and creeping into his shirt, shapeless clothes, and a jagged shock of black, military-style hair, greeted him with a long, metallic kiss.
"I thought you didn't do that fag shit," I drawled to Luke, batting my eyes.
He ignored me as he and the other brat began to grind against each other. The sight was strangely innocent, as well as enticing, but I knew when my welcome was over.
"Thanks for letting me use the phone." I made my way out the door, stopping to pat the new arrival's shapely, well-hidden bubble butt. As I reached the hallway, Luke stepped in the threshold for a moment.
"Hey, Ben..."
His face softened for a moment, as if he wanted to communicate something special.
"That's my towel!"
He yanked the blue wrap from my waist, flipped me off, and slammed the door shut before I could get out one curse word. I could hear him and his fuck buddy laughing, kissing, unzipping, and who knows what else.
Meanwhile, I was exposed, humiliated in public, yet again. And getting hard, yet again. What if Rocco sees me aroused, stripped to the skin, my toned body glistening with moisture and anticipation? Oh shit, that was exactly what my dick did NOT need to hear.
As I thought of my aunts naked, my hard-on began to falter. Thankfully, I was down to flaccid state when Rocco arrived. His chocolate eyes grew round as saucers when he saw me nude.
"Sorry about this. I was locked out when I was going to take a shower."
He slapped me on the back, hard, his rough, callused hands lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
"No prob, pal. I've seen it all. Let's just worry about this door."
I nodded and let him get to work. As I studied his naturally muscular torso, he got on his haunches to check out the lock. His belt was very heavy and his pants sagged low on his hips as a result. I could make out the top of his sweaty crack, a dark cavern nestled in dark, curly hairs. Aunt Thelma paid another mental visit to help me avoid jumping on his back right there.
Rocco was a sweet man, but I could see why he had the great advertising -- his best assets were not in his hands (or mine...yet). He fumbled and fiddled with gadgets, whispering under his breath time after time, until he finally managed to get my front door open. He had such a goofy smile, like a kid scientist, that I wanted to give him a thank you kiss. I also wanted to unsnap his jeans and ride his big salami until my knees wore out. Boy, Jerry being gone had really turned me into a slut.
A pang of guilt hit as I remembered Jerry. My lover. My partner. And look how I was betraying him.
"All done."
"Thanks," I muttered, my lust clouded over by remorse. I barely noticed him checking me out. I walked back into the apartment, my soft penis flapping with each step. "I'll get the money."
When I reached onto my dresser for my wallet, a denim surprise rubbed against my backside.
"What about the tip?"
I turned around just in time to get a mouthful of Rocco tongue. He was crude and direct, pushing me onto the bed as he tore off his flannel shirt to expose a very hairy chest. Jerry is smooth, so the contrast between my hair and Rocco's hair was a jolt I hadn't felt in years. Overcome by my desires and the porno overtones of the situation, I helped him out of his clothes. We explored each other's bodies as our mouths fought for supremacy. He turned me on all fours and shoved his fat Italian sausage halfway in my hole.
Just then, the phone rang. Panic set in as I balanced the sharp thrusts inside my rectum with waiting for the machine to come on. Rocco was nearing his orgasm, and I was stroking myself, moaning at Rocco's fingers pinching my nubs, when Jerry's dull-yet-sexy voice trailed off with a beep.
"Hello. Apparently you're not there. We need to have a discussion, Jerry, and you'd better not keep ignoring my calls. You know where to reach me. Just ask for Cyrus."
BBBBEEEEEEPPPPPP...
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