This story is purely fictitious and bears no resemblance to anyone or anything unknown to me whatsoever. If you like what you read then use it and abuse it all you wish. I only ask that you send me any ideas for a 'performance' that you would like to see included in a story. Careful with your ideas and watch for the clue! If you're under the legal age of consent you shouldn't be here in the first place ... off to bed with you!
Copyright (C) 1999 Billy Boy.
SLUT BOY (1)
Chris took the 25 sheets of paper from the printer and ran a blade across the middle of each one, separating each sheet into two. He stacked the pile of 50 leaflets and tucked them into his coat pocket. Depending on the reaction to them he might not be back before the action started and so he went to check everything was ready.
"OK, Brandon?" he asked stepping into the living room.
"Yeah," came the muffled reply. "Just get your ass out on the streets. I want mine filled."
"OK. OK. I'm going now. You ready for this?"
"I am so horny I gotta be," mumbled Brandon from beneath his hood. "I just want my butt fucked from here to oblivion -- and back."
Chris laughed. He was remembering the time Brandon got his ass fucked at that truck stop he'd been cruising. A burly trucker picked him up and took him to a barn beyond the parking lot. He pushed him forward over a wooden bench and yanked his trousers down to his ankles. He fucked Brandon with the biggest piece of meat he'd taken up his fuck-tube ever. It crammed its way into his rectum like a great roll of salami or a rubber truncheon, stretching and filling him. While his butt was being opened up by that fat tool he became aware of noises behind him and then voices.
"Fuck, would ya take a look at that."
"Ben sure found a hungry piece of ass to take his dick."
"Shit! Won't take nothing to slip on in after that cock has been up there. Sloppy seconds they call it don't they?"
There was a lot of laughing at this and more movement. He tried to turn but Ben held his head and shoulders with a grip as burly as his build. Holding him down he slid his long, hard weapon in and out of Brandon's hole. The thick shaft slammed into his butt and battered against his prostate. Ben grunted and then his dick shaft swelled and contracted then began pulsating rapidly. Semen blasted in to Brandon's passage and splattered his guts. The fat cock continued to pump for some minutes and then he pulled out. A treail of thick cum oozed from the gaping red canal. Ben was long and wide and he loved to fuck hard and deep. He was known for `preparing' his pick-ups for the rest of the gang. With a cock the size of Ben's any fuck-passage he entered wasn't going to close up again in a hurry. Sometimes, if you looked close enough, you could see all the way along the fucked-raw lining to the pool of jizz he'd spurted in there.
Ben hopped up on the bench and sat astride the back of Brandon's shoulders. Brandon couldn't move now if he tried. He was scared -- a little -- but excited too. He couldn't see the newcomers and wasn't going to be allowed to yet. He had no idea who was going to poke what up his ass. There was more movement, the sound of zips, belt buckles and rustling material. More laughter.
"See if you can get it straight up that fucking shit hole," someone cackled.
"Shit, the way Ben opened that ass up you could get it out the other end."
There were more loud guffaws and more movement. As far as Brandon could make out there were 4 or 5 guys who'd come in while Ben had his oh-so-fat-cock bouncing in an dout of his passage. There was a smell of cigarettes and whisky.
Something hot splashed onto his right butt cheek and moved across to play around his opened hole. Someone was taking a leak up his ass. The jet tickled his dilated sphincter and then the force of the flow took it right up inside and he felt it filling his gut like pumping water from a fire-hose. The stream faltered and splashed about on Brandon's ass and on his balls and thighs as the guy moved around. He felt the gushing cock-head slip into his gaping fuck-passage and slide right on up, still pouring piss from the end.
He hosed Brandon passage and stomach lining as he roared his long dick up and down the slackened canal -- so slack he hardly touched the sides. Another wad of man-juice sprayed Brandon's guts and he drew out, making way for the next. There was obviously some impatience because as this man inserted his hard dick into the flooded passage, spraying piss and cum-juice back out, somebody else pushed up alongside.
"Oh, fuck man. Look at that spunk and piss. Shit! What a horny mother-fuckin', wet ass you got there you little slut. Move over Dec. let's see if I can cram in alongside you. I love the feel of cock squashed together in a mans' butt, specially when one of em's my cock."
There was more laughter and Brandon felt Dec move aside, his long tool sliding out slightly as he did so. A pair of hands grabbed his cheeks and pulled them further apart, spreading them roughly and painfully. He felt the swollen cock-head push at the stretched and open entrance to his accommodating hole. There was so much man-lube filling his ass and squirting out over his butt cheeks and the men standing behind him that this extra cock needed no slicking up. Brandon felt his butt-passage, and his eyes,widen and stretch impossibly. He could feel the heat of the fluids flowing from inside him, running down to coat his balls, his butt, his legs. Some of it had collected on his back somehow and warm runnels of piss ran over his hips and round the sides of his waist. He satill wore his t-shirt and the bottom of it was soaked.
His sphincter was forced apart until it was wider than when big burly Ben had fucked him. He could feel the ring of muscle straining as it stretched to tearing point. The pressure on the walls of his ass-tube increased and he felt the head pop in beside its mate. More pressure as the newcummer pushed in until their engorged cock heads were side-by-side. The length of their thrusting was limited by the fact they stood beside each other and not in line with Brandon's cavernous cum passage. At first they thrust in and out together forcing the bones of Brandon's pelvis apart. He felt as if they were going to split him in two. Neither of them was going to hold off for long while the other was pressed alongside in the heat of this luscious fuck-hole. Their strokes alternated, one thrusting in while the other pulled out, and then they were in time again. One, Brandon thought it might be Dec but he wasn't sure, slam-fucked his ass for a few deep, hard strokes and then buried as much of his cock length into the jizz-filled gut as he could and opened his piss-lips. Balls of molten lava erupted into the raw rectum, searing the gut lining and mingling with the fluids already there.
This was too much for the other guy and with a few short strokes he poured the contents of his nuts into the jizz reservoir of Brandon's belly. When they both pulled out a wave of hot liquid gushed from the yawning `O' of the open sphincter. Glistening trails of cum-juice hung from his balls in long threads that reached the floor between his feet.
By this point his stomach, chest and shoulders were aching from the weight of Ben sitting between his shoulder blades. He could feel a steady dripping of pre-cum, or was it post-cum, on the back of his head. His cock and balls ached and throbbed. He'd been close to shooting off a huge wad of spunk more than once but the pain and the pleasure of having his ass reamed by this much man-meat had meant that his erection was intermittent. So was the feeling he was about to cum. This only served to heighten his pleasure, it was like having multiple orgasms without actually cumming. The hard meat, the flesh, the heat of the fluids filling and covering him were turning him on more than he ever imagined he could be.
They weren't finished yet. Ben shifted his weight, driving the wind from Brandon's lungs.
"Ooof!" he expelled.
"Hey, Dave," called Ben. "Hop on up here and keep this slut down. There's something I gotta do."
Dave climbed aboard and Ben felt wet thighs either side of his head. Dave had obviusly already fucked him. A still-hard cock was slapped down on the back of his head.
"Now you be a good little slut boy and I'll treat you right. You hear?"
Brandon attempted to nod his head and almost succeeded in throttling himself on the bench. His Adam's apple pressed in to the woodwork where he lay pinned down. He grunted instead. The hard, heavy tool slapped down again like a roll of heavy rubber.
"Answer me slut boy. You hear me?"
"Ng-nn-yes-ss," came the strangulated response through teeth gritted together by the weight from above.
"Shit, I don't know if that's a Yes or a No. I guess I'll have to see if I can freshen you up a bit so's I can understand you better."
At this point Brandon felt Ben's hands pull his butt cheeks apart. There was a pause and then that long, fat piece of man-meat was roaring up his fuck-passage again. This time there wasn't the pressure of before, his hole was still two cocks wide and wet and slippery. Ben simply aim and slammed his groin against the smeared butt, his lance plunging in with one deep, swift thrust and impaling Brandon again.
Something wet and warm spread across his head as Dave let his bladder go. He could taste the salty fluid as it covered his face with a sparkling yellow veil.
"Fuck, man. I haven't had a poke yet," said a disappointed other. "You've got your cock up there twice now."
"OK, man," said Ben. "You'll get your turn. I'm getting lubed up to fuck this slut boys sweet little mouth. His ass might take this dick readily enough but unless he's got a real deep throat--" His statement remained unfinished.
He bucked his hips into Brandon's butt a few times, slurping about in the jizz filled hole. His tool withdrew and immediately the next one replaced it. Again, the gallons of spilt bodily fluids were displaced and came spurting out of Brandon's hole, flooding out around the pistoning shaft as it rammed into his guts and belly.
"Holy Shit," he exclaimed, wriggling from side to side. "There's room for line dancing in here. I could almost climb in there sideways."
There was laughter and someone said, "The size of that hole you're plugging you oughta get your balls in there too."
For a moment it felt as if he was trying to do just that but then he went back to thrusting with a side-to-side movement of his hips. Ben had moved round the other side of the bench and Brandon got his first sight of that immense cock. Beneath a flat, hairy belly the most enormous cannon barrel reared out at him. Hung with a sac that looked as though it contained lead weights it leapt out towards his face, the piss-slit gaping and ready to fire. When Brandon thought of the ammunition it would eject from that tube he wanted it all down his throat. His ass had been filled to overflowing and now he wanted his holes filled all at once with cock, cum and piss. He wanted to be used and abused by these guys -- any guys in fact. The battering at his prostate had been trying to trigger something and he knew his cock was leaking but not what was coming out of it. He couldn't tell if his nuts of his bladder were trying to unload.
Ben wrapped his brick-like fist round his shiny, wet, dripping tool and growled at Dave:
"Let his head come up. I want that mouth open."
Dave shifted his weight further down Brandon's body, his piss-tap still running. Brandon felt it soaking into his t-shirt. Strong fingers tangled themselves in his hair and his head was pulled up, his bottom jaw restricted in movement and allowing his mouth to drop open slightly. He couldn't have closed it if he'd tried -- not in this position. If he looked up he could see as far as a broad, powerful chest with raisin-like nipples jutting out through a mat of thick, dark hair. The battering ram approached. As the red, glistening, mushroom-shaped head plowed between his lips they were forced apart. Sliding across his tongue and bulging against the insides of his cheeks, the enormous appendage filled his face. Ben didn't stop until his pubic bone was pressed against Brandon's nose and his balls were against the underside of his chin. His head was full of the scent of this man. Sweat, piss and jizz mingled together with the odour and wetness of the others. The musky bitter smell was overpowering.
When the thick truncheon hit the back of his throat, he gagged and retched. The grip on his head tightened, clamping him in a vice-like grip. His cheeks ballooned out as he coughed and spluttered but the piston kept on going. The only thing he could do was open his throat up and swallow and eventually he was able to take it full length and girth. Ben slid in and out slowly but deeply a few times.
"OK," he said. "Hold on tight. Here goes."
His belly smacked Brandon's nose so hard he was sure it was bleeding if not broken. Bens nuts swung up under his chin and hit him on the neck -- such was the force of his thrust. He didn't stop. His shaft slammed in and out of Brandon's face, withdrawing so that just the flared tip was inside, his lips encircling the cum-spout. His strokes were fast and hard and Brandon felt his neck was going to break. He was aware of someone banging away at his ass and that they were adding to the gallons of hot fluid already inside his passage and belly.
At that moment Ben let out a roar and buried his cannon into Brandon's gullet. A long blast of spunk heaved down hid throat. There was a pause and it erupted again. It swelled and pulsed and salvo after salvo of hot jissom blew out of his testicles. The first few volleys shot directly down into Brandon't stomach and then the pulsating rod was pulled out slightly. It rocked back and forth on his tongue spitting wads of creamy cum into the back of his mouth and flowing out down his chin.
The side of beef wouldn't stop pumping and all Brandon could do was carry on chomping and swallowing. He couldn't hold it all in and wondered where on earth it all came from. The thrusting and pumping subsided and slowed but the joint of meat stayed where it was resting on his tongue. A voice spoke:
"Hey boys. This little slut's in a bit of a mess. What say we hose him down before he goes home to his faggot lover?"
Laughter and jeering fell on Brandon's ears. Cries of: "Hey. I could do with emptying out before I haul outta here," and: "Sure, let's wash the slut down," came from the unseen men behind him.
"Somebody's got to irrigate him that end. He's full of spunk and piss too, don't forget. Must be like a toilet in there," said Ben.
There was some jostling and the first sprinklings of his golden shower rained down on his butt and back. He wasn't sure still how many guys there were but he could feel their streams of hot piss cascading onto his skin. He noticed that Ben's belly was straining and he felt the fat cock swell. The piss-slit opened and a deluge of hot liquid gushed into his mouth. He thought he was going to drown. It even seeped from his nostrils there was so much spraying out.
Somebodys tool was plunging up his spunk-filled passage and a jet of scalding piss douched him out. They cleaned themselves up and left, the door creaking shut behind them. Brandon had never seen the guys who fucked him and pissed on him. Ben jumped down and allowed Brandon to roll over. A sudden discharge of fluid poured from his well-fucked hole and his aching tool stood straight out in front of him, hard as iron. He grinned up at Ben.
"Shit. You really did enjoy that didn't you?"
Brandon gave another wet grin and felt the flow from his ass continue. Ben dropped to his knees and moved forawrd.
"Well, we'd better complete the enjoyment then," he said.
He wrapped his warm, wet mouth around Brandon's shaft and sucked hard. Brandon's nuts drew up and his cock expanded and he blew the contents of his body into Ben's throat in 12 long, painful bursts. Ben held onto his tool expertly and sucked the last drops of jizz from his piss-slit.
Brandon couldn't wait to get home and tell Chris of his adventure. He was so horny when he arrived he made Chris stuff his cock in his ass and leave it there all night. Whenever Chris needed to take a piss he just emptied his bladder into Brandon's belly, feeling the heat of his fluids encasing his shaft and cascading back out. When he got turned-on, which was often that night, he just pumped his cock and his load in to the still loose fuck-hole and dumped another wad of spunk in the reservoir. The expereince turned both of them on so much that they began to make plans to repeat it. It was Chris who came up with theidea of advertising Brandon's holes on the `net. They took something the truckers had called him and named the site "Slut-boy-4u" (go on, give it a try). Pics were posted 4free and they waited to see what would happen.
Oh, shit! I was telling you about the plan Chris had when he was printing out his leaflets. Well, there isn't time I'm afraid. Try and save some of that hot, thick, juice you're leaking and put your tool away until next time.
Must go. Remind me to tell you about their horny adventure next time I'm here. Keep your eyes peeled for more slut boy adventures with the faithful and guiding presence of Chris. Look for the name:
Billy Boy