OUT AT FIVE
BY: MOORE
CHAPTER ONE
Larry Folger and I are as different from each other as night and day. He's tall, dark and handsome...I'm short, blond, kind of chubby, okay fat, and I'll look a lot better when my acne pimples clear up. Larry's also athletic and smart as a whip...I'm challenged by dodge ball and have to struggle to maintain a C+ average. Larry is part of the in-crowd at Ridgewood High...I'm part of the scenery. In addition to everything else Larry is a self-confident stud, the girls are absolutely crazy about him...I'm a nerd, and I'm crazy about him too.
Oh, and there's one more tiny little thing that sets us apart. I wouldn't bother to mention it at all because, well, it's a little embarrassing to admit it and so superficial that it really shouldn't have anything to do with a person's worth. You see, Larry Folger's an all American boy, and me, well, I guess you would call me an all American fag.
CHAPTER TWO
"You're such a fag, Stevie," my cousin Eddie laughed as I noisily finished with Peter's dick and crawled between his hairy legs. "A cocksucking faggot. Hey, lick the sweat off my hairy balls first, wouldya?"
"Sure Eddie, I'll do your balls. You want me to lick the sweat off your ass too?"
I was seven, Eddie was sixteen and I worshipped him. I followed him around like an obedient puppy, lived for the times when he took me to the movies and ballgames and the beach, or let me just hang out with him and his friends. Eddie treated me like one of the guys; smoking, drinking, cursing in front of me, at six years old I knew every four letter word in the book. Thanks to Eddie I knew early on that not only was I a queer boy, but that I also had a submissive personality. Because I worshipped him and truly enjoyed doing it, I gladly gave Eddie and his friends all the blow jobs they wanted.
Hardly a day went by that I didn't have at least Eddie's dick between my lips, and on weekends, his friends would usually get together and have a party in my mouth. A cum party, that's what Eddie called it. A cum party in my cocksucker mouth. I sucked a lot of dicks, ate a lot of semen from a lot of happy guys during my grade school years...Eddie had a lot of swell friends. Straight guys like Eddie who also liked to party in my queer mouth.
Eddie had a huge penis, at least I thought so the first time I saw him naked when we took a shower together after spending my fifth birthday at the beach. Hairy too, like the rest of his body and he had a musky crotch smell that made me shiver. He let me look and then touch his dick and balls when I asked. Yeah, I asked, he didn't make me do it. Eddie got a hardon in a hurry. Right there in the shower with the water running, with his parents and mine waiting downstairs for us to get finished so we could have my birthday celebration, he said, "I guess you're a queer, Steven." And then he handed me the soap and taught me how to jerk him off.
Heady stuff for a five year old, coming out as a queer, but the best was yet to come in the weeks that followed my fifth birthday. My first blow job and first taste of Eddie's sperm, his well lubed cock easing into my virgin ass are among the fondest memories of my early childhood.
When I got older, third grade I think it was, I discovered that all boys didn't do what I regularly did for Eddie and his friends. They didn't even know what cum or a blow job was and fag that I was I can remember actually feeling sorry for them. Sucking a cock, feeling the soft flesh get hard and expand in my mouth was so much fun. A stiff dick in my ass felt so good, warm cum squirting into my mouth was so delicious...I could hardly believe that all boys weren't fags like me. Dumb, right?
Eddie was preparing to fuck me when I told him what I had discovered that day about the boys at school. "They don't even know what queer is," I said, handing him the lube then spreading my legs for him. "Can you believe it?"
"Think how lucky you are to be queer," he said with a laugh as I guided his slick dick into my tight boy pussy and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Keep it a secret though, okay? Don't let guys know you're a faggot until you get out of high school."
"Okay, Eddie, sure," I gasped as he thrust his cock all the way into me. In my eyes he could do no wrong so I took his dick and many others in my mouth and in my pussy on a regular basis until he enlisted in the army and got sent overseas...I also took his advice. That's why I stayed in the closet during junior high school and didn't suck a cock or take a dick up my ass once he left.
It wasn't easy giving up dick, enjoyable habits are hard to break. I had no choice but to quit cold turkey and it was several years, until I got to high school, before my faggot mouth and pussy ass got reacquainted with hot cock.
CHAPTER THREE
Until an hour ago I didn't think that Larry Folger even knew that I was alive, and now I'm running to his house. He didn't say what he wanted or why he wanted to see me, just to come over after school.
"What were you doing with my jock?" He asked as soon as he closed his bedroom door behind me.
"What do you mean?" I said without turning around, stalling for time to come up with a rational answer for an irrational act. How does one love-sick, frustrated queer guy explain to a straight stud that he gets off by smelling his funky jock strap and licking out the damp pouch? Larry saved me the trouble.
"You were smelling it, Steven. I saw you when I came out of the shower for another bar of soap. Why?"
Because it was soaked with your sweat and it smelled like you, I wanted to shout. Because that sweaty jock strap held your cock and balls. Why? Because I jerk off every night thinking about you and eat my cum, smear it all over my face pretending that it's yours. Why? Because I have an erection just being in the same room with you. That's why.
"I'm sorry, Larry."
"Sorry for what, being a faggot? You are one aren't you?"
Despite Eddie's warning I couldn't hide it any longer. "Yes," I whispered nervously and turned to face him on very shaky legs.
"I figured you might be," Larry chuckled as he locked his bedroom door. "Do you suck dick or just smell sweaty jock straps?"
I laughed too, nervously, before answering his question. "I suck, but not for the last few years."
"Why not?"
"My cousin got drafted, I used to blow him all the time, and well..."
"I've never had a blow job," Larry interrupted, "Came close a few times, but no girl and certainly no queer guy has ever sucked my cock. Did your cousin make you blow him?"
"No, never, he treated me great. I was happy to suck him off."
"Was he a queer? A faggot like you?"
"Oh no, not my cousin Eddie. He just liked getting head. You know, Larry, it doesn't make a straight guy queer getting sucked off by another guy. Even if the guy doing the sucking, uh, the guy on his knees with a cock in his mouth is a faggot."
Larry paced around the room, adjusting his trophies and the plaques that covered his walls...adjusting his cock once while I watched, waited and prayed. "Guys, I mean fags like me make the best cocksuckers, you know," I said, hoping to push him over the edge.
Larry stopped pacing and looked me square in the eye. "You wanna blow me, don't you, Steven? Suck my cock?"
Thank you god, I thought, immediately dropping to my knees and reaching for his zipper.
Larry's big dick, his hairy balls and the load of sweet cum he shot off into my mouth was a faggot's dream come true. My first dick in years...I felt like a born again queer.
"Damn that felt good, Steven. You're one hellava cocksucker."
"Yeah, I know," I said absently, milking his dick for one last drop of cum. I licked away the treasure and looked up into his eyes. "That's what everybody used to say."
"I just might want to see you again, faggot."
"Any time you say, Larry. Any time and any place you want head just let me know. Okay?"
"My personal cocksucker, huh?"
CHAPTER FOUR
"With two sugars, Larry, just the way you like it, and a buttered bagel. Sorry it took so long."
"Try harder next time, will ya, Steven? I don't like to wait for my breakfast. Did you bring my gym stuff?"
"Got it right here in my backpack. I washed everything last night, shirts, shorts, socks and jocks, and I also finished typing your term paper and returned your books to the library."
"Good boy, Stevie. I don't know what I'd do without you."
If I was a puppy my tail would be wagging right now. Being a queer it was my cock pulsing like mad. "Is there anything else you want me to do before class?"
Like maybe a blow job in the third floor bathroom after I kiss your prick and lick your balls, I thought, but didn't say. Now that I was sucking again I wanted, no, that's not right, I needed dick all the time.
"Nope, not a thing," Larry said casually, waving to a couple of girls who I instantly hated.
"Maybe something at your house after school, huh Larry? I could wash your car afterwards. Please, please can I come over...its been almost a week."
Five days since I'd last sucked his cock. Five long, frustrating days since he'd fucked my mouth and filled it with the sperm I craved. "Please can I come over."
Larry took a step towards me. "Need it bad, huh, cocksucker?"
I would have dropped to my knees and sucked him off on the school steps if he'd let me. "Real bad."
"Bad enough to drink my piss before you blow me, before I cum in your faggot mouth?"
One of Eddie's friends had peed in my mouth when I was about to suck him off. I didn't like the taste so Eddie didn't let him or anyone else piss in my mouth again. Pissing on my body when I was naked was okay, I kind of enjoyed it, but not in my mouth. Eddie was good about things like that, protecting me from the abuse a submissive queer usually has to take. He never let more than six guys fuck me during one session and if my mouth got tired, which it usually did after about ten blow jobs in a row, then any guys I hadn't yet sucked off had to settle for a hand job and cumming in my open mouth or on my face.
Larry was different, more demanding than Eddie, and he punished me...cut me off from his dick if I didn't follow his rules or do exactly what he wanted. In the month since I'd secretly become his personal cocksucker he'd had me do a number of kinky things that Eddie never allowed. Potentially embarrassing things like wearing his sister's bra and panties under my clothes to a school dance, shaving off my pubic hair and writing the word queer above my prick and streaking across the ball field in a jock strap and flip-flops when the cheerleaders were holding a practice.
"You are not one of the guys, Steven," he quickly corrected me, when he heard me tell a teacher that I was one of the guys going on a class trip. Larry was still pissed off after school, slamming the door to his bedroom and cutting me off when I tried to apologize for whatever I had done to make him so angry.
"Rule number one," he finally said, staring at me. "You are not one of the guys, Steven."
"I'm not?"
"No, asshole, you're not one of us. You're not even a guy."
"Then what am I?" I questioned, though I should have known the answer without asking.
Larry didn't hesitate, "You're a fag, Steven. Listen up and repeat after me."
"I am not one of the guys," I repeated after him. "I am a queer, I am a faggot, I am a cocksucker."
"Again, Steven. Down on your knees where faggots belong and keep saying it so you won't ever forget it."
Larry stood over me rubbing his crotch while I recited, 'I am a queer, I am a faggot, I am a cocksucker' over and over and over until he told me to stop.
"Are you a guy, Steven?"
"No, never," I answered back. "I'm a queer, a fag and a cocksucker."
"What kind of mouth have you got?"
"Huh? Oh, a cocksucker mouth." I was with the program now. "I have a cocksucker mouth that needs to be filled with your dick. I'm a queer, a fag and a cocksucker. A queer, a fag and a cocksucker. A queer, a fag and a cocksucker. A queer, a fag and...."
"Enough! Now get your clothes off and lube up your queer ass. It's time I fucked your faggot ass and made you a pussy boy too."
I followed his rules and submitted to his demands because I loved him...loved sucking his big cock and eating his huge loads of creamy cum. Larry's dick in my ass sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I gladly submitted to everything except his most recent demand to urinate in my mouth.
I waited for a teacher to pass before responding. "Please, Larry, not that. Can't I please just suck you off?"
Larry appeared to be considering my request, then shook his head no as the bell for first period rang. My heart and erection both sank as he went inside.
The morning was torture and one of Larry's friends, a boy who knew I was queer added to my misery and frustration. "What's the matter, faggot?" Gene whispered in my ear as we changed classes. "Feeling down because Larry didn't want a blow job this morning?"
"Stop it, Gene. Please."
"Cut your next class, faggot, I got study hall. I'll let you get on your knees and blow me in the supply closet that's right next door. Bobby'll watch out for any teachers while you're chowing down on my cock, then we'll switch off and you can give Bobby some head. Two loads of fresh jizz'll perk you up."
Gene knew I couldn't suck his or anyone else's cock without Larry's permission. Larry owned me body and soul, I was his personal faggot and all six of the friends that he sometimes let party in my mouth knew it. Gene was only trying to get a rise out of me and the growing bulge in my jeans told him that he had succeeded.
"See ya around, cocksucker," he said as the warning bell rang.
Chemistry lecture was my last class before lunch. I took a seat way in the back so nobody would notice my boner and the embarrassing wet spot that had formed where my prick touched the denim. I don't wear undershorts, Larry doesn't allow it, except for the pink thong he gave me as a present.
"A fag's jock strap," he said when he gave it to me. "I took it from the trash, got a little blood on it from my sister's period. Put it on, cocksucker. I never want to see you in boxers or jockey shorts again."
I cherish that little piece of cotton because Larry gave it to me. I wear it all the time, except to school. Changing for gym would raise a few eyebrows. No underwear is something a nerd might do...and everyone knows I'm a nerd. A pink thong under my jeans, well, nobody but a fag is likely to wear a thong and I'm not ready to face the humiliation of coming out as a queer to the entire school. I keep it in my backpack, though, so I can put it on in case Larry wants to see me for a blow job after school. I also carry a tube of KY in case I get really lucky and he feels like fucking me.
The teacher droned on about the chemical make-up of various fluids. I massaged my aching crotch and thought about the chemistry of my favorite fluid, the one that I so eagerly suck from Larry's balls. What chemicals were in the sperm laden semen that I craved? What made cum white and so creamy, and gave it the distinctive smell and flavor that lingered in my nose and mouth for hours. Salt, sure, but sweat was salty and the taste I licked from Larry's hairy armpits and from underneath his balls, though sharp, didn't have the long lasting and complex taste of freshly ejaculated semen.
Why not, I thought, as the idea popped into my head. I loved the semen Larry pumped into my mouth, and his sweat, so maybe it was time to reconsider his other body fluid.
Tastes do change, I thought, excusing myself from class and heading towards the bathroom. I'd only tasted it once, years ago, maybe I'd been too hasty or too young and I should give it another chance. I took two cups from the stack by the water cooler, then entered the john and locked myself into a stall. No way could I piss with a hardon, so I jacked off first into one of the cups and set it aside for later.
My urine was a pale yellow and I felt it's warmth right through the paper cup. It smelled like, well, like piss when I raised the cup to my lips. I forced myself to take a small sip of urine, shuddered at the taste, then gulped it all down and refilled the cup. Coke and Pepsi had nothing to worry about, I thought as I drank a second and then a third cup of my warm piss. By the fourth cup the urge to throw up had passed and after drinking about a pint of warm urine I sort of got used to the acrid, salty taste.
I hiked up my pants and rushed out of the stall, then rushed back in to retrieve the cup of semen I'd left on the floor. The cum was cold and congealed, but the few drops of warm piss I was able to squeeze out of my bladder made it drinkable again and quite good. With one decision made I hastily made another and slipped into my thong. I'd worry about changing for gym later, right now I had a cock to suck.
Larry was at his usual corner table in the cafeteria. Gene and Bobby were with him so I had to wait until he saw me and gave me the sign that it was okay for me to approach.
"Look who came to eat," Bobby said as I sat down, "Our favorite fag."
"You got it wrong," Gene said. "He didn't c-o-m-e to eat, he eats to c-u-m. Don't you know that a fag can't cum without a dick in his mouth? Isn't that right, cocksucker?"
I ignored the put-down, which wasn't true, though I do have more intense orgasms when Larry's dick is in my mouth...even better ones when I have a dick in my mouth and in my ass. I also ignored their hysterical laughter. A couple of friendly blow jobs, with Larry's permission, and they felt they could make jokes at my expense. "Can we talk privately?" I asked Larry. "It'll just take a moment."
"We'll catch you later, Larry. We still going to the lake after school?"
"Absolutely. Allan and Marty are coming too. We'll meet up in the parking lot."
"Okay I'll do it," I said, once Larry and I we were alone.
Larry nibbled a french fry and drank the rest of his coke before responding. "Do what?"
Suddenly I was shy and at a loss for words. "It, you know, what you want me to do." He was so beautiful and I was so hard and so desperate to have his dick in my mouth. "Piss on me, in me...in my faggot mouth."
"You sure about this? You don't sound very sure."
"I'm sure," I said, louder than I meant to. "I want you to piss in my cocksucker mouth." I knelt by the table, "Please piss in my queer mouth."
Larry glanced at his watch then said. "Go get me another coke, make it two cokes...large ones."
There was just enough space for me to kneel between the two urinals in the third floor bathroom. Allan, who was keeping watch outside had no idea that this was more than just a blow job. He had no idea that Larry was going to use my mouth for a toilet before I sucked him off, then I was going to blow Allan. That he knew because Larry told him that I would. Two loads of cum, I hoped, would mask the taste of urine.
"Maybe I should take off my shirt and pants," I said as Larry unzipped and stepped up to his human urinal. "In case some spills."
"Do it fast, I really gotta go."
I stripped down to my thong, got back into position and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Larry started to piss immediately. His aim was perfect and my mouth filled up with piss quicker than I could swallow. A steady stream of warm, bright yellow piss splashed against my face and chest, soaked my thong, until I took the head of his dick between my lips and drank the rest of his piss.
It tasted like mine, sweeter maybe from the two large cokes, and not all that bad. He shook off on my face, then I took his stiffening rod back into my mouth and sucked hard for a cum chaser.
The combination of cum and piss, the urine seemed to intensify the already great taste of Larry's semen, was like firecrackers going off in my mouth. Each new spurt of cum brought forth a short explosion of flavor that sent shivers up and down my spine. Whatever chemical reaction was taking place between the cum and piss in my mouth was one that I had to experience again.
Allan looked at me and laughed when Larry called him into the bathroom for his promised blow job. "You didn't?" He said, wrinkling his nose at the overpowering smell of urine.
"I did," Larry replied. "The fag drank most of it and I think he liked it."
Allan hauled out his cock, "You mind?" he asked Larry. "I really gotta piss."
"Go ahead, piss boy won't mind another drink before he blows you. Will you piss boy?"
I was too excited to speak, so I simply opened my mouth and waited for Allan to fill it with piss.
I cut my afternoon classes, hiding out naked in one of the bathroom stalls when someone came in, and used the time to clean up as best as I could. I rinsed out my hair and urine-soaked thong in the toilet, the hand blower was broken, the towel dispenser was empty so I had to air dry. The thong was still damp when the final bell rang, I put it on anyway. The rest of my clothes had been lying in a puddle of urine, I put them on as well since I couldn't go out in a thong, then raced out of the building. Larry was waiting by his van when I got to the parking lot.
"Can I go with you to the lake? Please."
"Whew, what'd you do after we left? Roll in the piss?"
"I'm sorry I smell. My clothes were in a piss puddle. So can I go?"
"Take'em off, you smell like a sewer."
The parking lot was filled with teachers and students. "I'm wearing the thong."
"Yeah, so? You're a fag, Steven, its time you let everybody know that you're queer for guys...that you suck dick. Who's dick are you going to suck, who's gonna fuck your pussy ass once we graduate next month? I'm away for the summer and then I'm off to college in the fall."
"Soon, Larry, I promise."
Allan, Marty, Gene and Bobby joined us a moment later. "Steven wants to come with us to the lake," Larry said as they piled into the van. "You guys okay with that?"
"S'okay with me," Bobby said. "So long as we get to party with the faggot."
"I'm always up for a cum party," Gene said. "What'dya say, Larry, are you willing to share your fag and let us all have a party in his cocksucker mouth?"
Larry started the engine, "Okay, get in the back, faggot."
I scrambled around to the back. "Get those stinking clothes off first," Larry hollered as I climbed in.
I was down to my thong before we left the parking lot and so excited about the upcoming party in my mouth that I didn't say a word when Allan tossed my smelly clothes out the window.
CHAPTER FIVE
The lake's not really a lake but a concrete spillway for the reservoir. The water can get pretty rough, particularly after a rainstorm. Today it was calm, not that it mattered to me because I don't know how to swim, and deserted. That was a good thing because I was there to suck dick, maybe get fucked if Larry wanted to fuck me, and I didn't need an audience cheering me along.
"Who's first?" Marty said, shucking off his clothes.
"We'll flip a coin," Gene suggested, following Marty's lead until he too was down to his boxer shorts.
"Let's flip the fag instead of a coin," Bobby piped up. He had on jockey shorts, well filled jockey shorts.
Larry, standing behind me pushed me down to my knees and said, "You guys work it out, Allan and I are going for a swim. Do a good job, cocksucker and I'll fuck you when I get back."
I was one satisfied cocksucker when Larry returned about twenty minutes later. Nothing like three loads of cum, it does it for me every time. Lube in hand, I was ready to bend over for Larry's dick.
"How did my fag do?" Larry asked. An important question since he wouldn't fuck me unless Marty, Gene and Bobby had been pleased with their blow jobs. The smile froze on my face when a chorus of fair, not too bad, and so so's hit my ears.
"Put the lube away, faggot," Larry said. "You won't be needing it today...maybe never again."
"C'mon guys," I wailed, tell him the truth. I gave you all great head."
Bobby was the first to stop laughing, "Crawl over, cocksucker," he said, waving his dick at me, "I'll give you another chance."
Gene and Marty gave me a second chance too, praising my efforts after unloading in my exhausted mouth. Not too exhausted to speak, however, or too exhausted to ask Larry to fuck me.
"I think we should all fuck the faggot," Allan suggested. "I know he's your faggot, Larry, but before we graduate and go our separate ways you should give us all a shot at his queer ass."
The rear deck of Larry's van was the perfect height to fuck the faggot. Larry screwed me first, lubed me with cum for Allan who went next. My ass was a sticky mess when Marty took his turn, a gaping cum filled hole when he got through, which allowed Gene and Bobby to double dick me.
I had one dick or another in my mouth for most of the ride back from the lake which almost made me forget about my aching ass. It was late when Larry dropped me off at school, my house was out of his way. My clothes were long gone so I had to walk home naked, thong in hand, and pray that my mother was out with one of the losers she dates. I didn't mind, Larry said that I'd been a good queer.
I decided to come out at graduation. My cousin Eddie was in the audience when I walked on to the stage in my cap and gown to get my diploma. He was the only one not to gasp when I took off the gown and walked back to my seat wearing nothing but my pink thong.