The Cum Pig

The Cum Pig by Danny Young

A novella

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"You really are a cum pig, aren't you?", he said as he turned my head toward the mirror of the dresser in his bed room.

As I looked at the spooge which he had just shot all over my face, I was in no position to disagree. My cum-covered lips turned up in a smile proved his point.

As much as it's possible for a pig like me to be able to, I love Mike. We had met about 2 weeks ago at a glory hole. He was my first cock that day and I was hungry for it. He told me later that my grunts of pleasure as I blew him made me a stand out from all the other guys who had sucked him. He said that's what a starving man must sound like after spending 10 days in the desert. As I felt his cock get harder and my tongue felt the tell-tale rising of his man sap, I broke off his cock and said breathlessly, "On my face!" A nanosecond later his first rope of cum landed on the bridge of my nose. My favorite spot, because I could kinda see it, and then later it would slowly run into the edges of my mouth. The second and third spurts me on the lips. Mmmmm. The fourth and fifth on my right cheek. Good. I would have something to show when I walked home later, although I was hoping 4 or 5 other guys would add their cum later. And I would probably swallow a couple of loads for good measure.

I sucked the last of the cum out of him, licked his cock clean then I sat back on my heels. My hard cock was throbbing. I wondered how long it would be before I allowed myself to touch it this time. My record for not cumming was 6 days. I would have gone longer except it was actually painful to have all that cum accumulating. Someone told me straight guys call that "blue balls". On the other side of the glory hole I heard the guy catching his breath. Then he did something that shocked me. He spoke!

"Fuck you're good!". I silently accepted his recognition of my life's work, but WTF?

"I mean really good! Wanna grab a beer somewhere?" I was gob-smacked! The top never talks to the bottom at a glory hole! Well, apart from, "Yeah take it all you cocksucker" and other terms of endearment. The top just zips up and leaves. Those are the rules. Plus this guy was asking me to have a beer with him. Like a date or something.

"Well? You wanna?"

I felt the cum he splattered on the bridge of my nose make its way to my mouth. I love that part of the post-blow-job afterglow. He was spoiling things.

"C'mon. Let's go! Meet you outside" He said it not in a Master/Slave way, but I got the impression he wasn't going to take no for an answer. So I got to my feet, and left the cubicle. After the darkness of the glory hole area, my eyes blinked in the light of the porn shop, and the cum glistened on my face. The clerk at the front of the store looked up and saw that it was only me and went back to watching "The Price is Right". The only other person in the store was this guy about 25. In a quick appraisal, I figured he stood just under 6-feet. He had black hair and blue eyes and looked just fine in his tee and jeans. With a smile he said, "Hi". That's all, "hi". And with that he turned on his heels and started to walk out of the store. When he was almost at the door, he turned back, and gave his head a jerk, indicating I should follow him. I did.

I'm not going to go through all the usual "OMG! He was so gorgeous" crap guys usually do. To me a guy is just a life support system for a cock. And a cock is just a delivery system for cum. But I will say he looked fine in the porn shop. And that didn't change when we got outside.

"Let's go to that pub down the street", he said and began to walk toward it. I knew the place he meant. The clientŠle were mostly old, bitter fags. But it was close and I would get a kick out of the reactions of the old queens when they saw the cum on my face, branding me as the cum pig that I am and then when they saw the guy I was with.

The street was quite busy with shoppers and people heading out for lunch. I got some shocked glances from people who saw the still wet cum on my face and recognized it for what it was. My cock which had softened a bit at the shock of being spoken to in a glory hole got hard again and tented my skater shorts. I had been keeping my distance from the guy. He was about 10 feet in front of me, when he turned around stopped. He wanted me to catch up with him! I couldn't believe it, but I did. He started walking again and I kept pace.

"I'm Mike, by the way", he said offering me his hand which I shook hesitantly. Considering I had his cock in my mouth 3 minutes ago, I don't know why I was so tentative.

"Danny", I said.

"You must be thirsty after all that work, Danny", he said with a smile as we reached the pub. He winked at me. What was it with this guy??!

The usual assortment of queens were on the patio. And as I knew they would, first they looked down their noses at me and then their jaws dropped when they saw the guy I was with. I could almost feel their jealousy crash over me in waves.

Mike went to a table in a corner closest to the sidewalk.

"This ok?", he asked. I sat down which told him it was fine. So far I had uttered only one word, my name.

A waiter was there almost immediately. He sized me up for what I am and took a long, and puzzled look at Mike.

"I'll have a Guinness. Danny?"

"Same", I said.

The waiter left. I could just imagine what he would tell the bartender when he got back inside Personally I didn't care. As Popeye says, I yam what I yam. But Mike. I couldn't figure him out. Then again, I didn't have much practice at figuring guys out. I don't want to figure them out - I just want them to whip their cocks out.

As we waited for out drinks, he turned his attention to me.

"Fuck Danny, that was amazing back there! Thanks", he smiled.

"Thanks? THANKS?" What the fuck is up with this guy?

Now I want to tell you this doesn't turn into one of those, "So he saw the error of his ways, stopped being a cum slut and they lived happily ever after". I am still just as committed to cum from as many guys as possible as I ever was, and that's the whole point of this story, but this guy sure was . well, I don't know what he was.

"You really got into it".

I shrugged. "I'm a cum pig", I said.

He smiled. "I got that impression. I've had my share of blow jobs and they were all pretty good. Some guys are better cocksuckers than others, but even a bad blow job is still pretty good. But with you, I could almost sense you were wishing the cum out of me. And the moans of pleasure as you sucked me! I felt that my cock and cum were the center of your universe. Fuck, I'm getting hard again thinking about it."

The waiter picked that moment to arrive with our drinks.

Mike handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change. Not a bad tip on a 14 dollar tab.

"Cheers!", Mike said as he took a sip, and after I had licked his dry cum off my lips, I followed suit.

Putting down his glass he said, "I've had this fantasy for quite a while and I think you're the guy who might help me make it come true. I hope so" He smiled again.

I didn't say anything. Actually I don't ever say much. To paraphrase Homer Simpson, "Can't talk. Sucking." But I was interested. What kind of fantasy could this guy have? I mean he was about as vanilla-looking a guy as I had ever seen. He was obviously very middle class and probably went to the right schools for the right profession and probably was doing very nicely financially. In other words, an almost text book 25 year old straight guy. Oh he was a fag alright, at least I thought he was, but he was probably one of those "Gee I can't wait until they change the laws in this state so I can marry the man I love" kinda fags. Ya right. Me, I'm one of those, "Gee I can't wait until they change the laws in this state so I can suck cock on Main Street" kinda fags.

Meh. Different strokes.

He took a gulp of his Guinness. I waited.

"I wanna put a guy in a sling and have guys cum on him until he is completely covered. It might take as long as a week. I figure I need about 3 thousand guys to cum on you until you are totally cum-covered. Are you interested?"

As I said at the beginning, as much as it's possible for a pig like me to be able to, I began to fall in love with Mike.

I sucked my first cock at 13. Not that I hadn't tried to before then. For as long as I can remember I had been obsessed with cock.. I kept trying to get guys to show me theirs and when they wouldn't I'd show them mine. I wouldn't wear underwear and let my pee pee show under my strategically draped shorts. The father of one of the kids on my street caught me trying to get his son naked in the garage one day and threatened to horse whip me. I think I was 7 or 8. I'm serious. I tried to get every kid I knew to show me his cock. Almost all wouldn't, and when I would show them mine, they wouldn't be my friends anymore.

I wish I could remember how I got Gerry Kelly to show me his cock. Because if I could, I would be the best salesman in the world and I would be filthy rich, instead of a filthy pig. Nah. I would still be a pig no matter how much money I had. I do remember it took a lot of salesmanship in a nongay way. I spent days and days making the pitch. Because I don't think Gerry was really gay, just really horny. I must have told him if he showed me his cock I would suck it; a promise I intended to keep. I might have said something like "I bet you ave the biggest cock in school" Whatever, it worked. But like I said, I spent a lot of time on making the sale. We agreed on a day when there was a spare period at school. Gerry would ask the teacher to use the washroom and few minutes later, I would ask. When I got there he was leaning against a wall. His body language said, "What?"

I saw the movie "Stand By Me" on TV when I was 16. And got hard right away. The character played by River Phoenix was Gerry Kelly. Except Gerry didn't have a soft side. He was a total thug. But the short hair, everything else was the same.

So there was this guy with all this `tude leaning against the wall with body language saying, "What?"

Like I said, I don't know how I managed to get to this point, but everything else is crystal clear 6 years later. I remember slowly sinking to my knees, my heart beating with anticipation. Unfastening the top of his jeans, unzipping the fly, pulling the jeans down to mid thigh, being faced with his tightie whities and the bulge of a hard cock. Even though he was a thug, Gerry was very fussy about being clean. While everyone else was eating lunch, he would take a shower and change. I mention this because his tightie whities smelled fresh from the laundry and his cock smelled fresh from the tightie whities. In fact I could taste the clean taste of his clean underwear on his cock when I finally took it into my mouth. I remember the feel of it as it sat on my tongue. I took a deep breath savoring the moment which had come at last. I looked up at Gerry as he looked down on me and for the first time he didn't have a semi-sneer on his face. His face registered a mix of the shock of it all, his cock in another guy's mouth, and pleasure. Oh yeah. Gerry liked how it felt. Then I started to suck him. I know I wasn't very good because this was my first time, but I tried my best. Little moans of pleasure escaped him, and that encouraged me, and then he began to thrust his hips and face-fuck me. God I loved it! I don't care if anyone touches my cock these days, but in those days I sure wanted Gerry to touch mine - and put it in his mouth. My plan was to suck on Gerry for a while and when he was about half way to cumming, I would stop. Gerry was a thug, but he wasn't stupid. I knew he would figure out that if he was going to get his cock back in my mouth, he was going to have to suck on mine for a bit. And so we slowly traded places. It was my turn to lean against the wall, and his turn to get on his knees.

I knew he didn't want to. And I also knew that I shouldn't press my luck. So I undid my own jeans, lowered my own underwear and lowered my own hard cock toward his lips. Fuck, he didn't want to. But he did. He opened his mouth and I placed my cock on his tongue. And I blew my load. It must be the fastest cum in history. I spurted twice and Gerry spit out my cock when he realized what was happening, and then spit my cum onto the floor . He got to his feet, but that meant my now-free cock was spooging all over the place. On the tee shirt he had just changed into. Then onto his jeans. Onto one of his arms, one of his shoes. When he saw what was happening, his blue eyes turned into blue lasers. He looked at me in a murderous rage. I'd seen that term before, but now I knew what it meant. I've never been so scared in my life. He looked as if he was going to beat the shit out of me. You know how when you've just had a harrowing experience, it takes a while to catch your breath? Gerry took 4 or 5 deep breaths, and it must have been during that time he decided not to kill me.

"Get back down on your knees", he ordered. Even though his voice hadn't quite changed, it was still very menacing. Plus the look in those eyes.

I quickly got back down on my knees and looked up at him, terrified. The old sneer was back on his thug face. His cock had gone soft, but he grabbed it and started beating my face with it. He may have gone soft, but the pre hadn't gone away. Each time he hit my face some of it stayed on it. And each time he hit my face, his cock got a little harder.

"You fucken fag!", he snarled. "You wanted my cock? Your fucken wish has come true!"

I know, it's bad fuck-flick dialogue but it's as near as I can remember. That, and him saying through clenched teeth, "Open your fucken mouth!"

I did.

He rammed his cock in so hard that I nearly fell over, but just in time he grabbed me by the hair and held me steady. And then he mouth-raped me. . He was pissed off and he took it out on my mouth. He slammed his cock into me. I gagged and that seemed to make him slam harder. I choked and he rammed it in harder still. Even with all the cock sucking experience I have now, an assault like that would be hard to take. But I was only 13. This was my first cock. And I didn't know how to handle it. Tears well up in my eyes. I looked up at him. He looked down on me with that vicious sneer that was now amplified with his lust. Because I was his first mouth. But his look had something else in it. Vengeance, yes. At the time I didn't know what else was there. I do now: it was control.

What he couldn't control was his orgasm. If I was 13, so was he and this was his first blow job. If it could be called that. After a few more strokes he held my head with both hands and then stood still. I was choking. I kept trying to breathe through my nose, with no success. My gag reflexes kept trying to kick in except my throat was full of his cock. Then he spasmed. His cock got even bigger in my throat. I thought I was going to die. And if his cock didn't kill me, I would die of disappointment. This wasn't the way I had planned it. I was crying for real now. His cock pulsed in my throat. Again and again. He was injecting his cum directly into my gullet, by-passing my taste buds, depriving me of all the things I had been dreaming about since I was 7.

Then he gave my throat 2 or 3 fuck-thrusts before pulling out.

That was the first time I fell back on my heels in the post suck position. I was sobbing, trying to catch my breath. I coughed.

Gerry looked down on me as he put his now half-hard cock back into his jeans.

He took his right hand and covered my face with it like in a gangster movie you see on TV, and he pushed me to the ground.

"Get over your fucken self!! You loved it" Then he walked out.

And I lay on the floor of the boys' room, whimpering for what might have been, and genuinely bruised from what had actually been. No, I didn't love it. But I knew Gerry had loved it a lot. And that meant I could probably get his cock again. And I wouldn't have to work so hard to get it. But did I want it? Yes, I had to admit to myself, I did.

Once the genie is out of the bottle, that's it: Gerry had tasted the fruit - me -- and even though he was never to do that again, as I expected, it wasn't long before he was looking to get his cock in my mouth again. It was the next day.

As I got off the school bus, he was there.

"Look, about yesterday", he said under his breath as we walked into the school.

"Forget it", I said.

"Listen fuck head, you shot your shit into my mouth! What did you expect me to do? Go `yum, yum'?" I wasn't expecting him to apologize, and he wasn't going to. Not now anyway.

"Forget it.", I said again.

He grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around to face him, anger turning his blue eyes into lasers again. "Okay this is how it's gonna be", he said through tightly clenched teeth, "I liked it when I had my cock in your mouth yesterday. I wanna do it again and you're gonna let me. And you're gonna let me during lunch today."

I glared back at him, "You hurt me yesterday, Gerry! Seriously. My throat is all bruised. I haven't been able to eat anything solid since then. You think I'm gonna let you do that to me again!?"

He was surprised at the heat of my response. People didn't talk to Gerry Kelly that way. He didn't soften, but instead presented his case.

"It won't be like yesterday man. You fucken shot your shit into my mouth!!! Fuck!! Listen, be in the washroom at lunch and it won't be like yesterday. I promise"

I shook free of his grip and walked away. And at 12.13, after all the guys had had taken their piss, then went to the `cafenasium', I opened the last stall door, walked out, and saw Gerry leaning against the wall with his hand over the budge in his crotch.

His hair was still wet from the shower he took every noon hour, and he sort of nodded his head as if to say, "I knew you'd be here". And I was. And I slowly got into position, lowering myself, both physically and om self esteem until my head was level with his crotch. I undid the snap of his jeans, pulled them to mid-thigh, pulled down his tightie whities fresh from the wash until his hard cock sprung free. I could smell the soap from his freshly washed cock. A couple of drops of pre flew from this tip of it as it left the confines of his tightie whities. I opened my mouth and I took it in. Gerry moaned.

I began to suck. Well, that's not the word, but you know what I mean. It's like when you "blow" on your cock because you heard about blow jobs. It's a figure of speech. I don't know if I could have really sucked anyway, because my throat really WAS bruised from the day before. I was braced for an assault, but there wasn't one. So I swirled my tongue around his 4 inches. It WAS different this time. I was still scared, but I could sense he knew it was different too. After all we had some experience now - a shared experience. Not the best experience for either of us, totally, but still shared.

I felt his warm pre coat my bruised mouth and throat. It was very soothing. When I stopped for a bit to catch my breath and re-group I tasted the pre and loved it. I loved EVERYTHING about having Gerry's cock in my mouth. I loved the heat from it. I loved the feel of the looser skin underneath it. And I loved the way it felt when he began to move it in and out of my mouth. I let out a low moan of pleasure. It was more like a hum, and the vibrations from it made Gerry moan as well. I steadied myself by holding on to his ass cheeks. And I loved that too. My rock hard cock proved how much I was loving the whole experience. I don't know if I could be called a born cocksucker, but at that moment I realized that I was born to suck cock. I was in a zone unlike anywhere I had ever been before. Gerry Kelly's cock in my mouth, his ass cheeks being cupped in my hands, his moans, my moans - God I loved it all!

I tried to imagine what it must be like for Gerry. To look down and see his cock going in and out of the mouth of a kid who obviously loved it. Yesterday he raped my mouth, but today I was taking his cock willingly, hungrily, looking up at him with a look of almost gratitude.

"Gonna cum!", he said suddenly, but he didn't have to tell me. I could feel it building in his cock, actually his entire body. The way he clenched his ass, the way his whole body began to tense, the way his breathing became shallow and the way he increased the tempo of his cock thrusts.

And the way it made its way up from his balls. I could follow its progress with my tongue. And then... and then.... there it was! Cum. On my tongue! So this is what it's like! In the background I could hear Gerry grunting and otherwise displaying his pleasure by holding my head steady in his hands. His cock throbbed and throbbed with each burst of cum. I let it gather in a pool on my tongue so that his cock was floating in its own spooge. Oh God! I had always wondered how it would taste, and now I knew: it tasted wonderful. All too soon Gerry's cock began to grow soft in my mouth. He took it out. I leaned back on my heels, and swallowed. My first load. Yesterday's didn't count. This was my first real load. I licked my lips, and smiled up at Gerry. I took his cock and sucked the last of the cum from his shaft.

He flinched a couple of times because he was super sensitive now, and then said, "You swallowed my spooge!" He said it almost in wonder. "You actually WANTED to swallow it!"

"Yes", I replied quietly.

"Fuck!" And with that he put his cock away, zipped up his jeans and walked out.

And that's how I became Gerry Kelly's personal cum dump. When he was horny, which is all the time when you're 13, he would find me and I would suck him. I got better at sucking and he got better at taking longer to cum. So we both learned. He was still a thug but I was on the road to becoming a cum pig and got a kick out of shocking him. Like the first time I told him to cum on my face. By that time we were 14, and I felt it was time for some variety. Cumming on my face ramped it up, and Gerry was shocked at the idea. But when he spooged and watched me pick up his cum with my fingers and slowly lick them clean, he stayed hard. After that he wanted to cum on my face quite a bit, and I became creative in getting ways for it to go from there to my mouth. He liked to push it in with his cock, but I also had him scoop it up with a spoon and feed to me. Or using a cookie.. Each new way would shock him, but the first time he did it, he would stay hard. And one day he said he was going to fuck me.

Compared to straight guys, I guess I was lucky. Very few of them start having sex at 13. Except I wasn't exactly having sex. Gerry sure was though. He'd fuck my face at least once a day. And now he wanted to fuck my ass. I was going to let him of course, although I was scared. In the year and a half I had been blowing him there had been zero affection. There hadn't been a repeat of the violence of our first encounter when he raped my throat, but there was no mistake: I was there for his pleasure when he wanted it and he couldn't give a fuck about mine. At first, I would stroke my cock while I was blowing him, but he made it very clear he didn't like it. I could always feel his emotions roll from him and over me in waves. So I stopped.

I knew Gerry for what he was: a self absorbed thug, so I knew that when he fucked me there wouldn't all of a sudden be a gush of affection. He would stick it in me, cum and go. I was scared that he would hurt me. Not only because he wasn't only 4 inches any more, but because I knew how rough he could be. But getting fucked was a little more complicated than blowing some guy in the boys' room. I would have to get naked. We'd need a place. There were a lot of details, and I decided I wasn't going to be the one to look after them. If he wanted to "tag" my ass as he called it one time, he was going to have to make the arrangements.

It was actually kinda neat. A bit of a reversal of roles. Well, at least until he was plowing me, and then it would be all about him

again.

"Let's do it at your place after school".

"We can't. My mom will be home"

"When then?"

"Never. She's always home".

It felt good to see him get frustrated as I shot down every suggestion. It also felt good to see the bulge in his crotch; He REALLY wanted to fuck me. Of course I continued to suck him whenever and where he wanted. And that seemed to be more and more lately. The thought of fucking me made him even hornier than normal.

Finally after about 2 weeks he was waiting for me at my school bus after class.

"We're going to my place!", and he started to walk away. I caught up to him. "I have to catch my bus!", I protested. He said nothing and kept on walking.

I'll get to the main event, about 20 minutes later in his room. He almost tore the clothes off me. In fact, my tee shirt did tear in the right underarm. He yanked my shoes off, and then my socks. And then he had me stand before him naked. He had been fucking my mouth for a year and a half and had never seen me without clothes. And I hadn't seen him naked either. All of a sudden I REALLY wanted to. I unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down. He lifted his legs one at a time so I could slide them off. Damn his jeans were tight. He took his own tee shirt off and was standing there in his socks and not tightie whities this time, but gray boxer briefs. They cupped his "boys" to perfection. Actually as I looked at him semi-naked for the first time, I realized what a hot little bod he had. Nice and toned with a slight ripple of muscles. A wet spot formed as his cock went from semi hard to full boner. I reached over and pulled his boxer briefs off. And there he was naked, only in his socks and his cock swung free. A string of pre began to make its way to the floor.

"Lick it!"

I did.

Then he threw me on his bed. I had been surfing porn on the internet for a while, so I knew the basics. I also knew that Gerry wasn't about to lick my ass or any of the other things I'd seen to prepare me for his cock. He pulled me down so my torso was still on the bed and my ass was hanging over the side. Suddenly there was something cold in my ass crack. I flinched. He told me to relax it was just some baby oil. The next thing I felt was the head of his cock between my cheeks, and then at my pucker, and then being forced in. That was my foreplay: the baby oil and the word "relax". Like I said, I sorta knew the basics, but I didn't know about the pain, the excruciating pain. I told Gerry to stop. Yeah right. As if he was gonna do that. He kept pushing and the pain kept increasing. It was the first time for both of us and we didn't know any of the techniques to make it easier for me to take his cock. I think Gerry was surprised at how hard it was to get inside me. His cock slipped away from the pucker a few times and I heard him swear under his breath. But he was determined, and he was soon back to forcing his cock into my ass. But my ass was clenched tight against the invasion. His cock would slip, and I would feel enormous relief when the pain stopped, but he would be right back at it.

"Let me suck it, Gerry!", I pleaded.

"NO! I'm gonna fuck you! Get used to it!"

Again he placed his cock at my pucker and this time it didn't move. And he pushed. Unrelenting pressure was on my pucker. I heard him grunting as he applied increasing pounds per square inch. And then ... my pucker yielded a bit. My pucker did, but my fucker didn't. Gerry never let up. And then... the head was in.

"Oh GOD Gerry! Please take it out! PLEASE!"

He took a breath, sorta of shook his body a bit and pushed it as far as it would go up my ass.

I wanted to die. Actually I thought I was going to. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. A new pain. Something that Gerry, the thug, had invented just for me.

He let out his breath, "Fuck you're tight!"

I lost consciousness for a moment. When I came to, I was being fucked. Fucked by a selfish prick, both literally and figuratively. It didn't take long, only an eternity.

Gerry should his appreciation of my tight ass by repeated "fuck" over and over again like a mantra. I had been sucking him long enough to know when he was about to cum. Thank God this new experience was going to make him cum faster.

Words can't describe the pain. I read stories where the guy says stuff like "all of a sudden the pain turned to pleasure and I wanted him to fuck me harder". Bullshit. They weren't fucked by Gerry Kelly the first time. I felt him getting bigger inside me. He showed all the usual signs of approaching orgasm, only more intense. He tensed up, made a guttural sound, and shot his load deep into my torn ass canal. And then... An indescribable feeling, His warm cum was acting like a balm on my ass. The soreness subsided as his cum coated my insides. I started to sigh a little at the contrast. As Gerry's throbbing slowed down he mistook my sighs. "You liked it fine, didn't you fag?" he gasped in post-fucking hyperventilation. I relaxed as the cum made its way back down my canal to the outside, acting like aloe on the burnt flesh of my ass. And as it washed away most of the pain, it also washed Gerry's cock out of me.

He picked up my clothes and threw them at me.

"Get dressed and fuck off!"

And that was my introduction to the joys of gay sex.

I'm not sure how I made it back home. They say your body goes into a kinda shock and it just does things. Like a 97 pound weakling being able to lift a car off someone who is trapped under it. But I do remember coming to a conclusion. There was nothing pleasurable about sex with Gerry, at least not the act. But the payoff was incredible. I remembered the taste of his cum in my mouth, the first time and every time after that. How much I loved it when he spooged on my face. The heat of it. The smell of it. And just now, when my ass was on fire, it was cum that eased the pain. It was cum that made me feel better.

I was only 14 but I decided that when it was about sex, I would probably be willing to do anything, to put up with anything to get more cum.

Gerry simply evaporated after that. He discovered girls or vice versa. Oh, I'd see him around, but there was never the jerk of the head which meant, "Blow job. Now!". He just ignored me as we passed each other in the halls. And that meant the end of my sex life such as it was. At 14, as you know, you don't have a lot of options. You're too young to get into the clubs or any other gay places, and too scared to put the moves on anyone.

I started hanging around with some sk8ers. It was sort of by default. I totally wasn't a jock, or a prep or a nerd or a goth. Actually I wasn't much of a sk8er either, but neither is anyone else really. I don't know if you've ever noticed sk8ers but the guys who are actually any good are few and far between, at least where I live. The rest just sorta hang out and do their 2.5 second maneuvers, again and again and again. But they're chill, and I liked hanging with them. They are pretty accepting and they let me hang. Plus most are totally cute. We would spend hours at the sk8 park just watching each others moves, smoking cigarets, sometimes a little weed, and just generally hanging.

One night, the bud was amazing. I know I had never been so high before. I was totally zoned. Naturally, the guys starting talking about sex. Which chick was putting out for which guy. Or how far a guy had been able to get with his girlfriend. It was all bullshit, but age-old bullshit. I wasn't really paying that much attention since I wasn't interested in girls, so I was just chillin', lovin' being in the zone, but I did notice a few of the guys rearrange their packages as the talk got hotter. There were 15 of us, 14 to about 17 years old.

Jase was one of the 17 year olds. "We should have a circle jerk! That is if any of you babies can get it hard yet!", he sneered.

There were a few protests at that snarky remark.

"You probably think all you can do is piss out of it!", he laughed. The other older kids laughed with him.

That was met with a couple of "Fuck you, Jase's!"

Jase started to unbuckle his belt. "Wanna see what a real cock looks like? Wanna see what it looks like when a cock gets hard?"

Fuck, I sure did! No one said anything as Jase whipped out a cock that made me drool. He started to stroke it.

"Come on! I can jack off alone at home any time. Let's have a circle jerk. The guy who cums last wins".

One of the other 17 year olds laughed and pulled his semihard cock out and started stroking. Then another and another. They looked at each other and at each others cocks and giggled like the school boys they were.

"I knew you guys couldn't get those pencil dicks hard!", Jase taunted the other guys as he grabbed his cock and waved it at them with pride. By this time one of the 16 year olds was fumbling for his belt. That made 5 guys jacking while the rest looked on with varying degrees of shock including me.

"Hey Danny!", Jase turned to me, "You look like you've never seen another guy's hard cock before. But you have, haven't you?' If I hadn't been stoned I might have anticipated what was coming next, but I WAS stoned, so I didn't.

"Gerry Kelly says you've seen his cock hard lots of times. Gerry says you put it in your mouth and sucked the cum out of it and then you actually swallowed it. He says you've done it a lot. He says you're a great little cocksucker!"

I was thunderstruck.

Gerry Kelly was a USDA Choice ass hole. I knew that, but it never occurred to me he would tell people I had sucked him off. Even if he only told Jase, Jase had just told 13 other people that I sucked cocks.

"Wanna suck mine, Danny?", Jase asked, cock in hand as he came toward where I was sitting. "Wanna?"

Jase was really cute and I would have sucked him at any other time in any other place. But not outside, in front of my sk8er crew.

The guys who had been jacking stopped and joined the others in watching the scene unfold. This was totally new territory. Dangerous territory. Dangerous for me, that's for sure.

"Look Danny, you've already sucked Gerry Kelly's cock, so we know you're a cocksucker. So, suck my cock. That's what cocksuckers do!" His cock was now about 2 inches from my lips. No one else said a word. My heart was racing. I could feel it pounding in my ears. I must have been crimson with embarrassment. I could feel the other guys all watching. I looked up to see Jase looking at me intently. I lowered my eyes to see the head of his cock glistening with pre cum about an inch from my lips now.

I opened my mouth.

There was a chorus of "Holy fucks!"

Jase's cock sat on my tongue. It felt different from Gerry's, the only other cock I had ever had in my mouth before. Not as much skin on the underside and maybe a bit bigger. But about as thick. It felt amazing. Jase moved his legs so that he was closer to me and I could feel him getting ready to thrust his cock in when I gulped it down to his pubes. Jase didn't smell fresh-from-the-laundry-clean like Gerry always did. Like his cock, it was different. And I liked it.

There was another chorus of "Holy fucks!" The guys who had their cocks out started jacking them again. A few of the others pulled out their cocks. But some guys left saying they weren't fuckin' fags.

I began to slowly, but earnestly suck Jase's cock. My reputation was dog-shit so I might as well enjoy the reason for that. Meantime, Jase was trying to come to grips with the fact that some guy was sucking him off. He was all bravado a moment ago, but now, all he did was breathe through clenched teeth making a kinda hissing sound while he watched his cock go in and out of another guy's mouth. The other guys looked on and stroked their cocks. No one said a word. Until ...

One of the 14 year olds whose cock was very close to my face started to moan, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I stopped sucking Jase and held only his cock-head in my mouth with the shaft exposed to the night air. The 14 year old started to cum. I don't think he was aiming it anywhere in particular, but it landed on Jase's cock shaft. Well, most of it did, because the kid was jerking so violently the jizz was flying all over.

"Fuck Dylan! You got your spooge all over my cock! Fuck! Gross!" Jose was aghast.

But a moment later Dylan's spooge was gone. I had gobbled it down when I inhaled Jase's cock back into my mouth.

About 10 seconds later I felt something warm hit my left cheek. And then my right. Two more guys had cummed. That sent Jase close to the top. I knew all the signs, he got tense, he held my head in place (as if he had to) ending with the feeling on my tongue of his jizz making its way up the cum vein. Three throbs and the familiar taste was on my tongue. It had been so long since I had cum. Too fucken long. 3 more throbs. Jase was a big cummer. I choked as he forced his cock down my throat. I swallowed what he had shot into my hungry mouth, then I broke away from his cock and made loud sucking noises as I got every last molecule of his jizz. I hummed with pleasure as I licked his cock and balls. I sounded like a pig as I feasted on his cum. A pig! That's what I was. A cum pig! And at that very moment the rest of the guys started to cum on me. Jase pulled away from me in disgust just before it stated to rain cum. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue trying to capture as many of the cum drops as I could. I kept making that semi-humming noise. Then the trash talk...

"Fuck! Look at him! What a fuckin' pig!" and similar comments egged me on.

Then all too soon it was over. Except one of the 14 years olds who cummed earlier had got hard again and shot into my hair.

No one said anything, but a lot of guys were still catching their breath as they put their softening cocks back into their pants. Everyone, including me, couldn't really believe what had just happened. One moment a bunch of guys were just hanging out and a few minutes later one of them was covered in cum.

They each picked up their boards and began to leave. I just sat there, listening to the comments.

"What a faggot!!"

"Did you see the way he gobbled up the spooge?"

Soon there was just me. And Jase.

He looked down on me. But he wasn't sneering. Don't tell me he was going to apologize for outing me -- and more. Nah. He said, "Call me." And he joined the others in walking away leaving me to lick up the juice they had sprayed on me. I took my time.

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Of course I didn't call Jase. And he didn't call me. And of course, my days in the sk8er crew were over. AND my reputation as a cocksucker was all over the place. I thought that would be bad. It wasn't.

Oh, I got jostled in the halls a lot, "Get out of the way faggot", and things like that. But I also found a couple of notes in my locker with email addresses. Notes that said things like, "I thought I was the only gay guy in school. Maybe we could get hang out some time" I answered all of the notes and for a while I had a pretty good time with the 3 guys who had the courage to actually meet me. They all got their first blow jobs from me. And they enjoyed their first experience a lot more than I had. But I was much further down the road than they were. A guy would shoot his cum into my mouth, I would roll it around on my tongue for a while savoring it, swallow and immediately want some more. I was on line almost all the time looking up porn sites. But there were never enough cum shots. At least not free ones and I was too young to get a credit card to buy some time on line. I was too young for fucking everything!!

One day I was passing one of the gay porn shops in town and I saw a sign that said, "New! XXX Theater" I popped a boner right there on the street and tented my board shorts. I had read about places like that on Nifty.org. When I got home I looked up the phone number and called. The guy told me the "theater" was above the porn shop. There was a separate entrance. It cost 5 dollars for an all-day pass. There were private booths with a TV which showed one of three movies playing all the time. He said each booth had an "air vent": and he chuckled as he said it. My heart jumped in my chest. Glory holes!

"How old do you have to be to get in?". I asked hoping I didn't sound like the 16 year old I was.

"Eighteen", he replied cautiously.

I said, "Cool" and hung up.

My Mom hated it when I wore my sk8ters' toque. She said she could hardly see me when I wore it. I grabbed it, pulled it way down and headed for the porn shop.

When I got there, I kept my head down and didn't say anything. I just pushed the 5 dollar bill across the counter.

"You wanna go upstairs?" the guy behind the counter asked.

I shrugged.

He said, "The code is 2-7-5". I didn't know what he meant, and I wasn't going to stay to ask. I headed outside, opened the next door and walked up the stairs.

Now that I know better, the guy probably knew I wasn't 18, but let me in anyway. A young sk8er would be good for business.

There were DVD cases all over the walls when I got upstairs. Porn!. I looked at some of them. Twinks, muscle guys and every other gay clich‚ looked back. But this was my first time with wall to wall porn and I was hard in a nanosecond. One title caught my eye, "Cum Suckers". Then I noticed a crude hand-lettered sign with an arrow pointing to the theater. There was a security thing on the door with keys numbered 0 to 9. Now "2-7-5" made sense. I punched 2-7-5, turned the crank, pushed the door and went in. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything, but what I heard made me even harder than I already was. The sounds of sex! Groaning, moaning, skin slapping against skin, guys begging to be fucked harder, guys being told to "take it all". All amplified by I- don't-know-howmany TV screens. It was sooooo hot!

Gradually my eyes got used to the dark and in the distance I could see a blue glow. I made my way slowly toward it. As I got nearer I could see it was a TV screen and as I got closer still I could see a cock pistoning in and out of an ass. Oh My God! The guy being fucked was one of the voices I had heard. He was begging to be fucked harder. The guy fucking him was grunting as he slammed into him. Then the camera pulled back and I could see a third guy watching as he slowly stroked his cock. He was acting like a director. Telling the fucker to "give him that cock" and the fuckee to "clamp down and make your ass tighter". I felt myself getting wet. I went all the way into the booth and sat down on the bench. And I watched with my mouth wide open. I was watching guys fucking. From other booths I could hear the other movies playing in various stages of the fucking process. It was the hottest experience of my life.

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something move at about my elbow level. When I looked directly there was nothing. Except... a circle of light from what appeared to be a hole in the wall. A glory hole!. There was a flicker of movement. And then a cock appeared. I had read about it and now I was seeing it. But I still couldn't believe it.

I stared at the cock for a few seconds. It was beautiful, a good size, nice and pink and throbbing with a small bead of pre at the tip.

"Come ON dude!". I head a whisper from the other side of the wall.

"Suck it!".

It was like an out of body experience. I felt myself get off the bench, get down on my knees, open my mouth and lean into the cock.

There was a sigh of satisfaction from the other side. He started the fuck strokes. And I tried to meet them the best I could. The guy wasn't going to take long to cum. I wondered how many others there were in the theater. There was at least one other, and he was right behind me. There was a door to the booth and I hadn't shut it when I entered. Someone had walked by, saw me on my knees blowing someone and had come inside with me.

"Yeah. Suck it dude!", he coached me. I didn't think it was possible for a scene to get any hotter but it just had. As I said the guy I was sucking was about to cum. He must have been stroking for a while before I got there. He started to fuck my face, and I took his fuck. Then there it was. A puddle of cum on my tongue. Oh yeah! I swallowed it and the rest of the spurts that followed. There was a deep exhalation of breath and the guy on the other side sagged in satisfaction. As I finished licking his cock clean, the guy behind me said urgently, "Dude!" I turned around to see a rope of cumming heading for my face. Splat! I quickly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, making that noise I had made at the sk8 park. Two spurts landed on my tongue. Another painted my uvula. There were 2 smaller spurts which landed on my chin. My spooger then took his cock and rubbed it on my upturned face. Then he took a thumb, pried open my mouth and stuck his cock in for me to clean. Which I did.

"Fuck that was hot!" The guy on the other side of the wall had bent over and looked through the glory hole and had watched what had just happened after he shot his load into my mouth.

"Yeah it was", the other guy said. And he was gone. And there I was with a load of cum in me and a load of cum on me. And another 2 guys were fucking on the screen. I was in my element.

I got back on the bench and tried to take it all in. I heard the door to the theater open and close twice as the guys whose jizz I had just taken left. My cock had softened a bit, but I was wet. Really wet. My pre had soaked through my boxer briefs and through my board shorts - which were grey! Oh God. I had a wet spot on the crotch of my boarders. People would think I had pissed myself a bit. Or, they would know what it really was. Hot! So there I was ... cum on my face, pre staining my boarders, watching porn when I saw a guy pass by my door. And come back.

He took a closer look and put 2 and 2 together.

"Aren't you a little young to be such a pig?" He didn't say it with any malice. More out of genuine curiosity.

I didn't say anything, I just looked at him with cum reflecting the light from the screen.

"Are you going to be here for a while?" When I nodded yes, he flipped open a cell phone and punched a speed dial button.

"I'm going to tell a couple of friends to come up? You OK with that?". I nodded again.

He spoke into the phone. "There's only one other guy that I can see but he's worth coming up for. Yeah. Sk8er boi. Yeah. Bring Jordan. See you in a bit. Later" He flipped the phone closed.

"Did you cum yet?". I shook my head.

"Are you going to?" I shrugged.

"Fuck, you don't say much do you?" He laughed. He looked at what was playing on the screen and said, "I've seen this one. Let's go to one of the other booths and see what's playing there. My friends will be here in about 5 minutes. You sure you're OK with that? Because we're going to fuck you". He said it so matter of factly. Like he was saying "nice shirt" or something. I felt myself getting hard again.

The outside door opened. He said, "That can't be them already. Must be someone else. This could get interesting." He reached for my crotch and squeezed. "Fuck, you're SOAKING! Take them off. Give them a chance to dry a bit"

I scootched out of my boarders and my boxer briefs and stood there in just my tee shirt and shoes. And the sk8er toque. My cock swung from side to side.

"That's a pretty good sized cock for a bottom boy." I don't think he really cared, just making an observation. Like, "sure is sunny out today".

Someone walked by our booth and looked in to see me naked from the waist down. He stopped. The guy I was with said, "A couple of my friends and I are going to fuck this kid in a few minutes. You're welcome to join us if you want."

The other guy looked like he had just won the lottery. The guy I was with stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Dave". The other guy said, "Hi Dave, I'm Tim" They shook hands. It was if I didn't exist.

"So, Tim", Dave said, "You want a blow job or something before my friends get here?"

Tim didn't have to be asked twice. He came into the booth, stood on the bench and put his hands on his hips. And waited.

"Suck him", Dave said nonchalantly. Tim's crotch was at my mouth level. I unbuckled his pants, pulled down his CK's and pulled out his semi-hard cock. It was uncut. I had never sucked an uncut cock before. I put it in my mouth and Tim said "Yessssssssssss!"

Dave lit a cigarette and leaned again the door frame to watch.

Tim was a talker. He kept up a steady dialogue. "Yeah, that's it. Suck it. Mmmmm. Feels good. You like that cock? Yeah you like it don't you? I can tell. Yeah, you like it". Actually I did. I liked the whole scene. Being treated like a piece of property was very hot. Tim's cock was about 8 inches and thick. More than I was used to, so I gagged a couple of times and choked.

Suddenly Dave said, "Don't do that again!" There was a steeliness to his voice which wasn't there before.

I tried my best to suck Tim's cock without gagging, but when he thrust it deep, I couldn't help myself and I gagged.

Smack! Dave had hit my right ass cheek. It was more than a slap. It hurt. Then he smacked the other side.

"I said don't DO that!"

Suddenly I got scared. Here I was on the second floor of a porn shop with 2 strangers, one of whom had his cock in my mouth and the other who just got violent. And oh yeah, I was bare assed.

I heard the outer door open again and I heard 2 voices. It must be Dave's friends.

"Over here Jamie. Is Jordan with you?"

A voiced said, "Yeah" and the footsteps got

nearer.

"Hey Dave"

"Hey," Dave replied. "Guys this is Tim. Tim this is Jordan and Jamie. Friends of mine from college".

Tim reached around me and shook both their hands. "Nice to meet you guys", he said as he continued to slowly fuck my face.

I didn't know which was Jaime and which was Jordan because I had my back to the door as I continued to down Tim's cock, but one of them asked, "Is this the kid?"

Dave said, "Yeah" and whoever it was said, "You were right. Nice sk8er boi ass" .

:"Yeah", Dave said and then, "Where do you want him?"

"Well, we could do him right here on the floor. But you know what would be hot? If we did him outside where all the vids are!"

"Too bright", Dave objected. "Nah. Let's do him right here." It was like they were deciding where to put a chair. "Besides the sound from the porn is hot".

Dave grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off Tim's cock. Then he said apologetically, "I'm sorry Tim. I wasn't thinking. Did you want to cum now? Or later?"

"I think I'll wait and dump in his ass", Tim replied pulling up his jeans and hopping off the bench.

"Who wants to go first?" Dave asked.

"Well, you're the one who found him, why don't you?" either Jordan or Jamie said.

"Yeah OK", Dave said and stubbed out his cigarette on the floor.

He got into the booth, sat down and said to me, "Blow me".

I got down on my knees and approached his crotch. I unbuckled his jeans and reached in for his cock. I took it in my hand and placed it in my mouth. And I started to blow him. The others watched, fondling their packages.

Dave spoke to them. "He was choking a bit when he was sucking Tim there a minute ago but I whacked his ass pretty good so I don't think he'll be doing that any more. So, have you guys seen this vid? It's pretty hot. You know though, I am sick of all that Euro porn. They never say anything. I mean I guess they're kinda hot and all, but I like to hear guys talk when they're fucking. And they spend way too much time on the fucken "atmosphere"." He made the quotation marks sign with his 2 hands. The other 3 laughed.

"Janie, stroke his cock a bit will ya and get some pre", I should lube him up a bit before I fuck him."

"Fuck you!" Jamie said laughing. "You want lube get it yourself."

"I could always fuck him dry", Dave thought out loud. Then thought again. "Nah I better get some lube up there. He looks pretty tight. Sk8er bois usually are and this one looks even tighter than most".

He sighed, having made his decision. "Unless one of you wants to rim it for me first?"

All 4 of them laughed.

Dave pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Jack it".

He didn't mean jack HIS cock did he? Not after I was just sucking him. But I reached for his cock just in case. He

slapped my hand away.

"Not MY cock! YOURS!"

So I started to jack myself.

And resumed his conversation.

" I saw some vintage porn the other day with Joey Stefano. You guys ever heard of him?" The other 3 said that they hadn't.

"He was big in the late 80's and early 90's. Man could that guy take a cock!"

Meanwhile, I was getting close to cumming.

Dave seemed to notice that. He said, "I was thinking of just using his pre, but I think I'm gonna let him cum and make him spread the jizz in his hole".

He was talking about me as if I weren't there. Just then I spooged. I shot and shot and shot.

"Catch it!" Dave ordered. And I did. With my left hand as my right hand continued to jack my cock. It was an uber- intense orgasm that left me almost breathless.

"Alright. He knows what I want. I just hope he's quick about it, I wanna fuck him."

I took the first 2 fingers of my right hand and gathered up my spooge and then pushed it into my ass. I did it until there was just a small amount of cum left that I couldn't scoop up.

"He'll probably eat it", Dave said. And I did. Like a cannibal, I ate my own cum.

"Right. Is it still ok if I go first guys?" Dave asked politely.

"Be our guest, as they say at Disney", one of the others laughed.

"I just hope he's as fun to ride as Disney", Dave said and they all laughed.

"I wanna be able to watch the porn when I'm fucking him, so I think right about here is the best", Dave positioned me by pulling me by the arm, and then pushing me to the ground so that I was on all fours. He got behind me to make sure he had a good line of sight, then moved me a couple of times until he was satisfied.

"I'm a little shy, so I'm just gonna lower my jeans and boxers half way!"

I sensed him getting to his knees. I heard the rustle of his jeans and underwear being lowered and then I felt the heat from his cock before it touched my skin. I had only been fucked once before and it hurt like hell so I was scared as I faced only my second fucking. Next I felt his cockhead at my pucker. I heard some buckles being undone as the others watched.

"I hope for his sake he got enough jizz up there or he isn't going to like this very much" Dave said and began to push. God, it hurt. But not as much as last time. I think the jizz did help, but Dave seemed to know what he was doing. He grabbed me by the hips to steady himself. And continued to push.

"Fuck, you know when they're this young they still don't know how to take a cock!" Dave said in frustration and he kept up the pressure. And then he was in. At least the head was. I was whimpering, but I could stand it.

"Tight fucken sk8er's ass" said Dave as he began his descent.

I shivered. It was a spasm of some kind. Dave liked that.

"Yes!" and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and finally 7 inches of hard meat cleaved me.

"Fuck guys. Wait till you get some of this!" And he slowly pulled out, with the walls of my ass clinging to his cock so it was almost as hard pulling out as it was pushing in. .

"Oh yeah!" Back in again. And out again ... and then a slow, steady fuck. I took it. I was in pain, but every now and then Dave would hit something with his cock and it wasn't pain I felt. In all the stuff I've read, no one ever gets it quite right. But if you've been fucked you know what I mean. Dave was fucking me, and I liked it.

"Shit! I know what I forgot! Anyone got any poppers?" Dave asked.

One of them said yes and Dave said, "Give him a hit!"

Someone held my head steady and I heard a hissing sound then there was something under my nose. A hand came over my mouth and one of my nostrils was closed and I was forced to breathe in whatever it was. . Once. Twice. Three times. Then ... the world melted away. There was nothing left in the world but Dave's cock in my ass. I closed my eyes and I could see a huge cock pulsing. . Dave started to fuck me harder and suddenly I was fucking him back. Oh God!

"Fuck me!" I yelled.

"Yeah! That's it!", Dave picked up the pace. He slapped my ass. I clamped down on his cock. Another slap. Another clenching of my ass.

"Oh God fuck me! Don't ever stop!" I was delirious with pleasure.

Someone yanked my head up and forced a cock into my mouth. Cock! Cock! Cock! That's all I wanted!

I started to come down from whatever high I was on. And Dave continued to saw away at my ass. I recognized the cock in my mouth as Tim's. He convulsed and shot deep into my mouth.

All at once Dave pulled out of me and walked over to where Tim was unloading the last of his cum into my mouth, and cummed on my face. "Oh fuck!" the 2 of them said almost at the same time.

Dave and Tim drew deep, satisfied after-cum breaths. But Jamie and Jordan still hadn't shot their loads. Suddenly there was another cock in my ass filling the void left when Dave had pulled out.

"You're gonna love it, Jamie", Dave said, still trying to catch his breath.

So it was Jamie who was going to fuck me, which he started doing immediately. That meant somewhere nearby Jordon had a hard cock that he would probably want to stick into something wet and warm.

"C'mere, Jordan. Fuck his face." It was Dave again.

"Eww gross!" Jordan said as he approached my face. "Your spooge is all over it!"

I didn't know it at the time, but I'm sure now that Jordan was bi and some aspects of gay sex grossed him out.

"Oh for fuck's sake!", Dave said impatiently.

He took his still semi-hard cock and started to push the cum toward my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked off the cum which stuck to his cock, and tried to eat the cum he was pushing into my mouth. But despite our efforts, my face was messier than before. It was glazed with cum.

"I'm just gonna jack off on his face", Jordan said and began to stroke his cock.

Jamie was increasing the speed of his fuck thrusts. Each time he plunged into me I could feel my skin make ripples in response. Like when you skip a pebble into the water. I was a bit like a rag doll as the force of his fuck intensified. I was being moved around the floor. My knees were being scraped. Jordan tried to follow my face as it was being moved along with the rest of me. I tried to keep my face within range of his cock, but each of Jamie's slams moved me about 2 or 3 inches and those slams were coming fast. Like I said I was like rag doll being tossed around.

"Jesus!", Dave said in awe, as Jamie pulled back and waled into my ass time and time again, with more and more speed, and more and more strength. The sounds of his hips slapping against my ass were incredible, made louder by the sweat that was glistening on both our bodies. And he didn't say anything. There was this kind of grunt as he reached bottom, almost like a guttural "mission accomplished". The slapping, the grunting, the smell of just-shot cum and poppers made for a perfect storm for cumming. But it wasn't Jamie, and it wasn't Jordan. It was Tim who was close. Again. And again it was Dave who was in charge.

"Cum on Jordan's cock and the kid will suck it off!"

"No!' Jordan protested. But it was too late. Tim had started cumming. The first shot landed on Jordan's fist, which he immediately removed from his cock. Then he tried to flick the cum off. His hard cock was now free and waving in the air, as Tim shot all over it. Two, 3, 4 cum shots. You would never know he had come just a few minutes ago by the size of his load.

Jamie, watching this, increased his fuck tempo,

if that was possible.

Tim stepped to the side to catch his after-cum

breath again. "Put it in his mouth Jordan!",

Dave yelled.

"Yeah Jordan, do it!!, Jamie this time.

I looked at the cum-covered cock swaying just inches from my mouth. Then I looked up at Jordan. And I opened my mouth.

Jordan moaned and shoved it in.

I have heard there is a fuck-bench in Steamworks in Chicago among other places. It has restraints so the bottom can't change his mind. I was held in place by 2 cocks. Jordan and Jamie silently but very quickly agreed on a cadence. In fuck films one guy fucks a face while another fucks an ass and it's totally uncoordinated. Not these guys. They fucked me at the same time. Their cocks entered me in synch. The rhythmic fucking called out for something, and Dave was there with the answer. The vial of poppers appeared under my nose. With a cock in my mouth I had no choice but to breathe through my nose. Deeply. Again, the only thing in the world was cock. And there was this magical throbbing that matched the mouth and ass fucking I was getting.

"Oh God!" I couldn't say it out loud with a mouthful of cock, but my mind screamed it.

With my hyper sensitive popper induced state, I could feel both cocks get bigger. They were both close. Dave could sense it too.

"Fill both his holes!", he shouted.

And they obeyed. And they were coordinated.

As Jamie throbbed his cum into my ass, Jordan throbbed his cum into my mouth. They both had huge loads. Soon there was cum leaking out of my mouth as I tried and failed to take all of Jordan's wad. Jamie was fucking his cum into me on the down stroke, but bringing it back out on the upstroke.

I was rock hard and leaking a ton of pre. I wasn't sure, but a string of it must have reached the floor.

Grunt. Grunt. Grunt. The 2 of them spasmed into me. And when they were done they pulled out.

I stayed on all fours, panting like a dog. Since I had just been fucked like a dog, that was appropriate. Dave took a foot and tipped me over.

As I fell over, I briefly unclenched my ass and Jamie's cum started to leak out. I looked around with my spooge-smeared face and I found Dave looking down at me. He had hitched up his underwear and jeans and had zipped himself up. The other 3 were in the process of doing the same. They were done with me.

Dave flipped open his cell phone again and hit

a speed dial number.

"Shannon? Dave"

A pause.

"Real good. You? " .

Another pause for a reply

"Cool. Look. You know that porn shop in the Village. With the peep shows upstairs?

Shannon obviously said yes.

"Get down here. There's a skater boi I think you'll like. Yeah really"

Dave laughed.

Actually they all laughed as they walked out leaving me on the floor, ignored and wondering what was coming next.

It was like I had been sold ... like a piece of meat. Which of course I was. Except no money had changed hands.

I wasn't going anywhere. I would stay until Shannon arrived. My only question: should I clean myself up, or stay jizz filled and coated as I was

I decided to stay as I was.

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The cum was still wet when Shannon arrived about 20 minutes later. He wasn't at all what I expected. The only other male Shannon I knew was about 17 and had brick red hair and freckles and was thin like me. He was very hot and I often thought about guzzling his cum. This Shannon was about 35, dark and from what I could see under his clothes, buff. He had a swagger about him. He walked into the room like he owned it. Or, like he was at a supermarket casually looking over the produce. Or the meat. No one had come into the peep show since Dave, Tim, Jamie and Jordan had left. Shannon took his time. He looked down at me, still on the floor, cum coated and looking up at him with expectant eyes, and kept walking. He walked by the various booths on the side I was on and around the corner to the other side. He was wearing sneaks, but the floor creaked and I could hear his progress. Down the other side, checking out the booths, retracing his steps, back around the corner until, he was standing above me.

"Dave said I would like you", he stated.

His eyes examined me. I could feel his stare bore into me as if he could see every cum cell in me or on me.

"He was right"

"Get dressed, but don't touch the cum"

I got dressed in my pre-stained boarders and tee and I looked at him waiting for his next instructions. How did I get this way? Did it go all the way back to Gerry Kelly? Had I been a "slave" (oh God I hate that fetish) since I was 13?

"I have a gray SUV parked right in front. Get in the back. I don't want you leaking on my front seats." He left.

I got the impression he didn't want to be seen with me. So I waited a few minutes after he left. When I went outside, the hatch of a gray SUV was open. I got in on all fours. The hatch closed .behind me. Presumably by Shannon who got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

"I want to take some pictures of you when we get to my place", he said as he looked at me through the rear view. "It's too bad some of the cum has dried, but I'll take some extreme close ups of your cum pig face."

That was the first time I had been called a "cum pig" and the blood rushed to my cock. It was demeaning and insulting and totally hot!.

It didn't take long to get to his place, a small but very nice house in a nice neighborhood. I didn't know exactly what Shannon had in mind, but I had a pretty good idea he was going take pictures of me in the sluttiest of poses. Pose me so that I looked like some depraved cum guzzler, which I was. I wondered what his nice neighbors in his nice neighborhood would think if they knew.

I won't take too long to describe the photo shoot. Shannon had me pose with me licking my lips, or pouting at the camera. He put me in a cat-like pose, a bit like what you see in cheesy soft porn spreads of girls. He took about 20 shots in all, most of them close ups of the drying cum on my face and ass.

By now it was getting quite late. He asked me if I was hungry and when I said he was he ordered a pizza. He told me to take a shower, brush my teeth and put on the clothes he would leave on the bathroom vanity.

I took a long time in the shower using the Axe body wash which was there 3 times. When I got out, there was a new tooth brush and a small pile of clothes on the vanity. I brushed my teeth and then picked up the first thing in the pile of clothes. It was the smallest pair of white briefs I had seen since I was a kid. There was a pair of white anklet socks and a jet black tee shirt. I tried the briefs first. They were very soft and I could tell they must have been expensive. I couldn't believe it. They fit. VERY tightly, but I got them over my slender hips. I blushed when I saw the outline of my cock. I could almost see the veins. Next the tee shirt. It was a snug fit too. Then the socks.

I walked back into the living room. Shannon looked at me approvingly.

"What's you name anyway?" he asked.

"Danny", I replied. It was the first word I had said to him.

Just then the pizza arrived. Shannon opened the box and handed me a slice. I usually only like pepperoni and cheese. This was loaded with all kinds of things I don't like, such as olives, but I was so hungry I scarfed it down. Shannon gave me another slice. And it too was gone in a flash.

Shannon took his time eating. Everything about him seemed measured.

"OK", he said, "here's how it's gonna be. There's a leather bar I go to from time to time and I'm taking you there tonight. I may take you to a couple of other places afterwards, but we'll start there".

I was eating a third slice of pizza, more slowly this time, and I nodded.

When he was finished eating, he gave me the TV remote and said he was going to take a shower. I flipped through the channels. As usual there was nothing on. I called home to tell my Mom I would be late tonight. She wanted to know how latte and I said I wasn't sure, which was the truth.

About 10 minutes later Shannon came back into the living room. He was wearing a very broken-in pair of jeans that hugged him like a glove. The denim over his package was almost white, and showcased his cock nicely. He was packing a whopper by the looks of things. He had on a white tee- shirt and a black leather vest. And he was wearing Doc Martens boots. He looked good. And he had a leash in his right hand.

A chill went through me when I saw the leash. I had heard of the leather scene, but didn't know anything about it and wasn't curious to find out. It appeared I was going to find out anyway.

We went outside. It was colder now and I felt it since I was wearing only the tee-shirt, skimpy briefs, socks and my skater shoes. I felt my ball sac and cock shrink.

"Sit in the front", Shannon said as he pushed the keyless entry.

"It's a bit early to go to the bar, so we're going to make a stop first", he said as he pulled away from the curb.

He turned up the radio which as on a country station... a bit of a surprise. He tapped the steering wheel in time to what was playing.

He was silent during the 20 minutes it took to get to a row of townhouses, then pulled into the driveway of one of them and hopped out saying "Follow me".

He rang the door bell and as I caught up with

him the door opened.

"Shannon! My man!"

"Hey Dave. Just wanted to say thanks."

"For what?", Dave asked. Then spotted me and

laughed.

"I knew you'd like him", Dave said as the 2 of them walked down a short hallway leaving me behind. I closed the door and followed them into an open area with a kitchen and a den-like room where there was some soft jazz playing. Dave was alone. At least there was no sign of Jamie and Jordan. Or anyone else.

"I wanted to say thanks in person", Shannon said. "We're on out way to the Tool Box".

"Ohhhhhh", Dave stretched the word out. Then added, "Hot".

"I hope so. I haven't done much since Cory."

"Yeah. Do you mind if I ask what happened there? I mean I knew he was gone, that's why I called you when I found this guy. But where did he go?"

"Who knows really? He got all drama-queen on me. He said he was in love with me. He said he wanted to be more than just my toy. He said he wanted a life together. I told him to fuck off. And apparently he did".

"Fuck that's funny", Dave said laughing loudly.

"That's why I appreciate you pointing me to this one. I don't think there'll be any drama. It hardly speaks, which is great. Just sort of sits there and waits. No questions. Of course, I've only had it for a couple of hours. We'll see how it does tonight"

My cock which had shrunk in the cold, now started to fill with blood. Just as Dave had done at the peep show, Shannon was talking about me as if I wasn't there. Only he went a step further, he

called me "it".

"Wanna beer?" Dave asked, being the good host.

"No thanks. Got any pot?"

"Actually I got some killer B-C bud this

morning".

"Nice", Shannon said appreciatively.

They sparked up, sat back and waited for the marijuana to take hold. I just stood there.

"I pay a bit more to get this stuff, but it packs a wallop and I trust the Canadians not to dilute it with grass clippings", Dave said, and started to giggle. "Grass clippings!", he repeated his pun and giggled until he started to cough.

They toked and chatted amiably back and forth until Shannon said, "I better go. I want to get a good seat before it gets too crowded".

They shook hands at the door, Shannon thanked Dave again "for the pot and everything" and he headed for the car. I guess I was the "everything".

A few minutes later he pulled up to a brick building a small sign over the door which said, "The Tool Box". The letters were formed with nails.

"I'm going to find a parking spot. Wait for me."

I got out and stood by the door. A few seconds later 2 guys who looked like they were in Hell's Angels arrived, took a look at me, laughed and went inside.

It seemed to take Shannon forever to find a parking spot. But finally he arrived, opened the door and went in. I followed.

"Twenty bucks cover", a tall beefy guy said automatically, and then he said. "Hey Shannon. I see you got company. No charge." He smiled and they 2 high fived each other.

As we walked in, I caught a glimpse of 2 very femmy guys sitting at a table.

"Bitch!", one of them said loud enough so I could hear. Shannon was smiling as he said, "They don't like competition"

I had no idea what he meant, but he didn't elaborate.

When my eyes got totally accustomed to the dim atmosphere I could see it was a pretty big place with an L-shaped bar. There was a seat beside what appeared to be a serving area, and Shannon took it.

"Hey Shannon", one of the 3 bartenders said, and caught sight of me.

"Fuck man, how old is this one?"

Shannon laughed. He said, "Getting all moral on me now, Dylan?"

"I don't give a fuck about that. But what if the liquor inspector comes in?"

Shannon laughed in reply.

Dylan smiled weakly, but he was clearly

worried.

"Chill Dylan. You won't get inspected tonight. Trust me" Dylan must have decided to trust him because his next words were, "What can I get you?"

"Red Stripe", he said, and after he ordered the beer he turned and ordered me.

"Knees", he said. And when I got down, he reached over and pushed me so that I fell back onto my haunches. Then he produced the leash from somewhere and attached it to my neck.

Under the bar there were hooks to hang things on, like your hat. He took the other end of the leash and looped it over one of the hooks.

"Stay", he said as if I were a dog, and walked away.

I looked around. I wasn't old enough to drink, so I didn't know a lot about bars, but this one didn't seem to have any waiters. The customers came up to the area right beside me, and ordered. A few were doing so now, and looked down at me with various expressions. Some of them horny.

The music was totally non-sk8er stuff, but there was something sexy about it. And it was loud enough that the vibrations made my cock tingle a bit. I also think I may have got a secondary high from the pot Dave and Shannon had been smoking because I felt, I dunno, mellow I guess.

Shannon came back a few minutes later, picked up the Red Stripe that Dylan had placed there, took a swig and said, "Blow me".

I wasn't sure I heard right. I looked up at him, but he didn't say anything. He wasn't even looking at me. He just took another gulp of beer. Did he want me to suck his cock, right here, right now, in public, in a bar?

I thought if I did something wrong he would tell me, so I reached up and unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. He was commando. He didn't say anything, so I continued. I pulled his semi- hard cock free. He was thick and cut. Just how long I couldn't tell. Yet. I'm not a size queen, but I have a healthy respect for God's gifts.

I inhaled deeply. He smelled freshly showered, as I knew he was. I held his cock in my hand and looked at it. Then I looked up at him, but he was still surveying the crowd, paying absolutely no attention to me. I engulfed his cock and started sucking. I soon learned how long it was: about 7.5 inches.

I had been sucking on him for about 2 minutes when the music stopped all of a sudden.

"Hey guys! Nice to see y'all here tonight at The Tool Box. And it's nice to see our buddy Shannon back after 3 weeks away! But he didn't come empty handed. Right on Shannon! Guys put your hands together and give a Tool Box welcome to Shannon who wants to say a few words"

There was some light applause. Shannon pulled out of my mouth., and half-did up his zipper so his jeans wouldn't fall off and went to the DJ booth.

"Thanks Erskine", he said when he got to the microphone.

"Yeah I haven't been here for a while because Cory fell in love". He said `in love' with a sneer that made the crowd laugh.

"But I found something else today."

A few guys cheered.

"How many of you have heard of bukkake?" Some guys clapped in response, but not many.

"It's a Japanese word. I don't know what it means, but I'll tell you what it is. As many guys as possible cum over a face. And that face is sitting on the floor beside where you get your drinks".

I could feel all eyes in the room look my way. I could also feel the testosterone in the room. It hit me like a physical force.

"I know a lot of you liked Cory, but we're going to kick it up a notch tonight. You'll still get your rocks off, but it will be educational at the same time. You'll be learning some Japanese. Let's hear it for bukkake!"

The crowd cheered and my heart beat faster. I didn't have time to think about it because almost immediately there was a cock in front of my face being jacked. I looked up just in time to see a rope of cum shoot out. It landed in my hair. Followed by another rope and another. As the third cum volley landed, Shannon was taking his seat.

"Fuck dude. I hope you're a bottom, because if you're a top, the bottom you were fucking would get up and slug you for

cumming that fast!"

Those within ear shot laughed.

"And I said "FACE"! Cum on his face! Not his

hair."

I heard a zipper being pulled up and the guy was

gone.

Dylan leaned over the bar, "Fuck Shannon that's hot!" Shannon tipped the bottle of beer at Dylan in recognition of the compliment and said, "Ill have another"

After that guys came up to order drinks, but they kept their cocks in their pants. From my vantage point I could see most of them were hard, or semi hard, but no one pulled out and stroked over my face.

Dylan was back. "You think this is gonna work?" he asked.

Shannon took another swig and said confidently, "Give it time. After a few beers they'll loosen up"

Then he said again "Blow me" Again he didn't tell me directly. He just said it, and I obeyed. So when guys came up to order their drinks, there I was sucking on Shannon's cock while they waited. Around 11 o'clock the line up was about 10 deep. Shannon knew the guy who was first in line, and they were talking over me as I licked his balls. I couldn't hear what they were saying because of the music.

All of a sudden I heard someone say, "Oh God, Oh God!", just before I felt something warm and wet hit my left cheek. I felt 3 slight ripples on my chest, and I knew where the other cum had landed.

"Nice dude!" Shannon said, "And thanks for aiming at the tee shirt. I wanted to see if the ultra violet light will show up the cum spots. Hey! It does!"

I smiled around Shannon's cock which was back in my mouth because I knew the guy hadn't aimed for my shirt.

Shannon pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up to see about 9 hard cocks being stroked at my face. The last guy who had cum had opened the flood gates. All the guys in line were jacking. They had formed a circle around me. I looked at each cock. They were all leaking pre. One by one I licked the ends of their cocks to get their pre. Then I started at the first cock and made my way through them again. I knew a crowd had gathered because I could hear the comments.

"Twenty bucks says you cum first, ass hole!" I didn't know who `ass hole' was but he said "Fuck you!" to whoever called him that.

There was a hiss and the smell of amyl nitrate filled the air. It didn't take long after that..

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!", said one

"Gonna cum! Gonna cum!, said another

Splat! Splat! Splat!

Suddenly it was raining cum. If each guy has 3 good spurts in him, 3 times 9 is 27 shots. Nice. But meantime those in the audience had been stroking as they watched, and they began to shoot too. At first I turned my face into the direction of the cum shots, but I was missing a lot, so I stayed still thinking the guys would do the best they could to get their jizz on my face. I was right. Cum shots are unpredictable; they land where they want to. And when a guy is jacking off, the piss hole is all over the place. But a lot of the cum shower ended up where it was supposed to: on my upturned face. Mostly on my lips and chin. I licked my lips every now and then. There were a lot of splats on my shirt too, glowing in the dark. The smell of cum was intoxicating. One guy stuck his cock into my mouth so I could clean it. Then another line up formed and I lost count of the number of cocks I cleaned. There was a surprising amount of cum left on them after spooging and I gobbled it down. It was a total cum buffet. The guys zipped up one by one and went away leaving me still on my haunches my face glistening with spooge. There was a huge wet spot on my tiny briefs. That was mine. The pre was pouring out of me.

I had to take a piss. When I stood up Shannon looked at me questioningly. I pointed to the back of the club and he got the message. He unfastened my leash. As I made my way through the crowd I knew they were all looking at me. I had been branded. They knew exactly what I was. I could hear the comments.

"He's kinda young to be

such a cum pig" "Maybe, but

he sure is."

"He's cute in a slutty way"

I was beet red under the cum cover when I reached the washroom. I pulled the front of my briefs down when I got to the urinal. A long string of pre followed my now semi hard cock out into the air.

I had just finished pissing when I felt the back of my underwear being pulled down. There was the sound of a zipper. Then there was a hand on my chin scooping up the cum that hadn't melted onto my shirt. I heard someone say under his breath that the cum would be a good lube. Next I felt a cock head going between my ass cheeks. He was going to fuck me right here?

The cock found my hole and started the pressure. I wished he had taken more cum off my face for lube, because he felt pretty dry as he tried to enter me. Instinctively I bent over, holding on to the sides of the urinal to steady myself. Suddenly the cock head was in and I was being fucked over the urinal in a gay bar. The guy just sawed away at my ass. No finesse, just fucking. I slid further down the urinal on each fuck thrust so that my face was almost in the bowl at the bottom. My hands felt crusty stuff on the porcelain as I slid. Old cum. And old piss. The smell of it was overpowering with my face just centimeters from the drain holes. If I didn't hold on tight my face was going to end up there.

I heard the door open again and again as guys came in. There were 3 urinals and I was being fucked over the one in the middle. Guys stepped up to the urinals on either side of me and pissed as they watched me being rammed. One guy actually pissed into my urinal right beside my face.

My fucker was picking up the pace, and now my head was being banged against the wall of the urinal.

"Fuck yeah!" he shouted and injected his cum deep into me.

There were a couple of "holy fucks" from the crowd that had gathered. There were enough of them that the door to the washroom couldn't close, so anyone looking in could make out what was happening. The guy stayed in me as he caught his breath. So I stayed bent over the urinal. Someone lifted up my shirt and I felt the cum shots begin. All over my back as the guys who had watched me being fucked shot their loads. My fucker finally pulled out to be replaced by another cock that started spurting as soon as it entered me. And still the spooge landed on my back. And still I was bent over the urinal. The second fucker pulled out and grabbed me by the hair. He took the thumb of his other hand and pried open my jaw. Then he put his cock in for me to clean. I did. Then he walked out. He was the last to leave. I stood there with my underwear down, God knows how many wads of cum on my back and the earlier cum starting to congeal on my face. Just a while ago, I had been freshly showered, smelling of Axe, with nice clean clothes. Now I was a jizz-stained cum rag. And it was only 11.30

When I got back to my place Shannon wasn't alone. He was standing kissing this other guy. It was more than kissing. Their mouths weren't exactly joined so I could see each of them trying to swallow the other's tongue. I'd never seen two guys kiss before. At least not personally, and it was very erotic. Shannon's hands were all over the other guy's jeans-clad ass, while the guy was holding Shannon's head as he fought for possession of his mouth with his tongue. When he sensed my presence, Shannon broke away from the clench. I could see he and the other guy were hard, their cocks straining through the denim. I was about to drop to the floor when Shannon said, "Wanna fuck it?" The guy looked at me and shrugged. "Ok", he said as if he were accepting a couple of chips being

offered to him from a bag.

"On the bar", Shannon said in my direction.

I looked puzzled.

"On your hands and knees on the bar! Get up

there!"

I scurried up.

Shannon said to the guy he had been kissing, "Help your self."

Dylan the bartender wasn't so sure about the idea and said so.

"Relax Dylan. Just enjoy the show", Shannon said.

The other guy was on the bar by now and was pulling down my underwear.

"Fuck Shannon! Someone's been in his ass already. Bareback too!"

"Really?" Shannon was surprised. "He couldn't even take a piss without getting fucked? So you don't wanna?"

"Not really" the other guy said, getting off the bar.

"Then I'll fuck him" Shannon said, matter of factly.

He got up on the bar and scootched up behind me. He unzipped and for the third time in 15 minutes I felt a hard cock at my rosebud. His cock slid into me easily thanks to the cum dumped in me in those previous 2 washroom fucks. He was soon buried to the hilt and it felt so right. Shannon must have felt that way too because he let out a long, contented sigh as the warmth of my ass canal coddled his cock. He spread his knees a bit to steady himself and got ready. Then he grabbed me by the hips and began to withdraw. Just then I thought he might be bigger than the 7.5 inches I guestimated earlier. He began to pump me and I felt his cock scratch an inner itch deep inside me, an itch that had never been scratched before. Suddenly, on one of his outstrokes he was gone...I was empty! Then I saw he was back on the floor. He was stripping. It was the first time I'd seen him naked and as I had suspected he was very buff. Not all steroidy, just nice and toned. His muscles rippled subtly as he took off his shirt. Now he was naked except for his white socks. And soon he was back on the bar and back in my ass. Right to the pubes. I moaned. He began a nice slow fuck, deep-dicking me so expertly that I started to purr. I turned my head toward the bar mirror to see myself being fucked. OMG it looked sooooo hot!.

A crowd had started to gather. It was hard to resist. There was this buff dude they all seemed to know fucking a little sk8er boi on the bar, for fuck's sake. Things like this just don't happen in real life. Fuck, things like this don't happen in porn!. The music had stopped and about 150 guys, including Erskine the DJ watched in awed silence as Shannon pumped his cock into me methodically. I wasn't going to let him do all the work, so I started to meet his fuck thrusts. I bucked back. Shannon got the message and stopped. I began to fuck his cock with my ass. With all the time I spent on sk8 boards I had great control over my hips and I was able to give his cock a real work out. I watched myself in the mirror as I did it.

I heard a couple of guys say "holy fuck" and there was the sound of zippers being opened.

Some guys dropped to the ground and started sucking the first cock they saw. There was a nice selection, about 150 of them were either exposed or being played with through denim and leather.

I fucked Shannon's cock for about 3 minutes when he decided to take over again. He held my hips firmly and began to fuck me with that same deliberate beat. Jee-zuz it felt good. It was nothing like I had ever felt before. My previous fucks had been rapes or semi- rapes or frenzied fucks. This was different. I was being fucked by a master of the craft. That craft being boi- fucking. Some guy came right up and put his nose just centimeters away from where Shannon and I were joined. I could feel his breath on my ass.

Another guy who was also close said, "You're

fucking him bare!"

Shannon looked down on him without missing a beat. "Yeah. And it feels great!"

"Aren't you afraid you'll catch something?"

"You mean something I don't already have?"

I could hear people gasping in the crowd. The

implications were enormous.

Shannon laughed.

Smack! He slapped my right cheek.

Smack! The left cheek.

Then he picked up the pace of his fuck. Someone put his hand on his ass and pushed him into me. It really didn't make any difference, but it looked uber-hawt when I saw it in the bar mirror. Then I looked the other way, into the crowd. Cocks were being sucked with vigor and now, some asses were being fucked. Right there on the floor! Vials of poppers were being opened adding to the smell of men and sex. It was intoxicating. I let myself go loose as I was being fucked and at one point I think my tongue was actually lolling out of my mouth Hardly anyone was solo now. Some 75 man-couples were writhing in a seething sea of sex. 75 cocks had found a home in someone's mouth or ass. The moans were rising in a crescendo. I could hear "fuck yeah" and "take it bitch". And Shannon ratcheted it up one more notch. He was a bit like the guy in Ben Hur with the hammers to guide the strokes of the oarsmen. He went to "ramming speed" and his strokes pummeled my ass. The others who were fucking mouth and ass seemed to follow suit. Grunts, moans and groans filled the air joining the sound of skin slamming against skin. The door to the bar opened and 5 guys froze in their tracks paralyzed when they saw what was happening. They had stumbled across the biggest orgy since Roman times except it was all man sex.

Suddenly Shannon cried out, "I'm gonna cum!"

A hush fell over the orgy. And it was exactly at that point that I noticed Dylan the bartender.

"Oh my God, he's taping it!". I said softly. But apparently it was loud enough for everyone to hear because that broke the cum damn.

The incredible hottness of being taped taking part in this already lava-hot fuck fest put everyone over the brink.

Of course the 75 cocks didn't all shoot at once, but it was close. Shannon stopped his fuck strokes and instead repeatedly pulled my ass onto his cock which soon washed my insides with searing spooge. Oh God, it felt sooooo good. I started cumming and no one had touched my cock. It spasmed and spewed cum all over the bar. It was then I decided that from now on I was only going to cum if someone fucked it out of me.

The sound of all those guys cumming will live with me forever. No one expected anything like this to happen so the intensity of their orgasm was multiplied. And they vocalized it.

Thirty seconds later it was over. For another 15 seconds there was the sound of guys trying to catch their after-cum breath. Then someone started to clap. Then someone else. Soon all 150 people were clapping and whistling and someone started to chant, "Shannon! Shannon!" The whole crowd took up the chant. Beer bottles were pounded on the bar and tables. Shannon pulled out of my ass. He jumped from the bar, landing smoothly, like a gymnast, took a bow, picked up his Red Stripe and toasted the crowd.

I was still on all fours on the bar. I looked down on him with something approaching pride.

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Now I knew what Cory was, and what I now was: a toy for Shannon to play with. Maybe more of a pet -- a pet boi. And he literally came up with games to play.

One night he brought me to the Tool Box and set up a game of what he called "Cum Darts". My face was the dart board. The darts were cum shots. Shannon had me come out in a robe something like what boxers wear. Then he told me to get on my knees on the dance floor making sure I didn't kneel on the robe.

"Gentlemen welcome to the first annual Cum Darts Tournament at the Tool Box!", he addressed the crowd. "This is the dart board over here", he waved his arm in my direction. Then he proceeded to tell them how to play the game.

Anyone who wanted would jack off, aiming at my face. The object was to land a spurt in my mouth, but "cumming" close counted for points too. It was 10 points for my mouth, 7 points for the tip of my nose, 5 points for my chin,. 3 points for my cheeks, 2 points for my forehead and 1 point for my hair. There were about 150 people there again that night. The prize was a night of free drinking the next time they came to the club, and at 7 dollars for a bottle of domestic beer, it was a pretty good incentive.

"And now, please remove your baseball caps, and hats, and if you're not already, please stand for our National Anthem!"

I couldn't believe it! They were going to play

the fucken National Anthem???!!

"Just kidding!", Shannon laughed and the crowd laughed with him.

Then he drew a line about 2 feet away from where

I was kneeling.

Three guys said they were willing to give it a try. They approached the line while the crowd cheered and applauded. Shannon had them draw straws to see who would go first which was good thinking because being first would be hard. Speaking of hard, the guy who "won" wasn't very because he was nervous. Probably the booze wasn't helping either. It was about 1 in the morning, so he had had time to quaff a few. That was something Shannon hadn't foreseen, but he quickly came up with an idea on the spot.

"OK, here's what we'll do. He'll suck you til you get hard, then you get back to the line and finish the game".

The crowd loved that, but there was more. The guy approached my face and unzipped. When his semi-hard cock was out, Shannon asked, "Ready?" the guy nodded "yes" and Shannon whipped the robe off me and I was kneeling there in just a thong. The place erupted in cheers, cat calls, whistles and shouts. The guy milked that by cupping my chin with one of hands and tilting my head up. He looked at the crowd and they cheered even more. He squeezed my cheeks forcing my mouth open and he put his cock in. I started sucking on it and he got hard right away. Then he pulled out and beat my face with it. He was playing to the crowd and they just loved it.

Then he stepped back and started jacking.

"Open you mouth!" Shannon ordered and I obeyed.

The guy took advantage of the build-up to his cum by assessing the distance, aiming his cock a little higher and looking at my face. It didn't take long for his jacking to get faster and for his breathing to increase. The crowd sensed it and got quieter. A couple of "uh... uhs" and he was shooting 3 quick spurts of cum ... which immediately fell to the floor about 1.5 feet short of the target. The crowd booed him as the rest of his jizz oozed out. The guy turned bright red and tried to make himself scarce. All his bravado gone. I actually felt a little sorry for him as he melted into the crowd. It wouldn't have surprised me if he left the bar and never came back. I began to realize what a perverse game this was. You absolutely had to shoot in my mouth or the crowd would jeer you. But the crowd loved it no matter what happened. So the owners of the Tool Box got free entertainment if no one won, and even if someone did, it was well worth the few drinks they'd have to provide for a prize.

The second guy looked even maybe more nervous than the first. So Shannon said, "OK, all contestants get sucked before they start jacking". The crowd cheered their approval.

And so I stared sucking the second guy. He got into it after a while and made exaggerated fucking motions with his hips and waved one of his arms in the air as if he was bronco busting. Then he pulled out, went to the line and started jacking. He looked me straight in the eye as he did it. There was a murmur in the crowd. His eyes continued to bore into me and then with no warning, no grunt or grimace he shot. A thick wad of white torpedoed through the air. The crowd reacted as if they were at a fireworks display. Splat! It landed on my chin. The crowd went nuts. The other 2 strong spurts landed on my chest, and the rest of his cum trickled on to his fist. He used that fist to shake his cock in a victory salute to the crowd which applauded.

"Gentlemen", Shannon said, "We have a game! Our next contestant has to beat 5 points!"

The third guy had been kneading his basket while the other 2 guys played the game. He approached my face, unzipped and thrust his hard cock in my mouth. After sucking for about 30 seconds, I could sense something wasn't right. Fuck! The guy was going to cum! I wasn't ready and when he let loose a torrent of goo a nanosecond later , I choked on it. The guy had a warm wet place for his spooging cock so he wasn't going anywhere until he was done. The crowd wasn't sure what was happening at first, and then they saw cum shoot out of my nose. They let loose with a thunderous chorus of boos. The guy spasmed in my mouth one last time, pulled out and was gone. That made 2 guys who would have to find another place to drink from now on. They sure couldn't come back to The Tool Box. I was teary eyed as I tried to catch my breath, the cum still trickling out of my nose.

"Gentlemen, that brings us to the first intermission", Shannon said .

As I staggered to my feet, the music started. Shannon was talking with the second contestant, the one with 5 points, and didn't notice or didn't care as I headed for the washroom to clean up.

I saw myself in the mirror. I glanced over at the urinal where I had been fucked like... like a what? Like a pig? Yes. Like some cum starved animal? Yes.

I looked at my cum streaked face

Then I cleaned the cum that had shot from my nose because that was kinda gross. But I tried not to disturb the cum on my chin. That was different.

Then I walked back into the bar, my head held a little higher now.

I was 17 years old. And I was a cum pig.

Like I said earlier. I yam what I yam.

Bring it. ************************************************ ************ ****************

I went to where Shannon was sitting and sat on the floor beside him. He pointed to his crotch. I unbuckled and unzipped him and started sucking his semi hard cock.

"I should have thought this through a little more", he was saying to someone waiting for a drink.

"I assumed that because I shoot 2 feet, all guys can. Wrong! I also didn't take into consideration that guys might be shy or nervous. No one is going to try it now. Not tonight anyway. I'll try again in a few weeks and I'll shorten the distance and maybe have a ringer who'll be guaranteed to get on the dart board."

Dylan the bartender said, "Why don't you show them how it's done, Shannon?"

Shannon slowly turned toward the bar and almost whispered. "That's a great idea! I'll play the game by tonight's rules, and next time we'll play under the revised rules". He pulled his cock out of my mouth, semizipped up, and walked to the DJ booth.

He was back in no time and winked at Dylan. As he picked up his Red Stripe he said, "Wait for it"

The tune that had been playing faded out and Erskine was on the microphone. "Gentlemen! Round 2 of the first Tool Box Cum Darts championship is about to begin! Would Contestant Number Two from the first round please take his position at the cum line!"

The guy came out of the crowd and got a big round of applause.

"Dude". Erskine said, " The judge... that would be Shannon...has decided that you are the First Round Champion, since the other 2 were disqualified, or have otherwise fucked off! Congratulations!"

The crowd laughed and cheered and whistled.

"But now, you must defend your crown!!", Erskine announced, " Because we have a contender!" .

With that Shannon stepped into the spot light at the cum line. The crow went nuts. Talk about a fan favorite! He acknowledged them, basking in the adulation. As I watched from the sidelines I realized that's what it was. Most of the guys in the crowd, if not all, wanted to be like him or better yet, be with him. He was young, he was fun and OMG he was totally hot.

When the noise died down Erskine said, "The contender will go first! Would the cum-dart board please present itself to its designated place."

That was me. As I took my "designated place" a spot light focused on me. Then, something caught my eye. I looked up to see my face was on the TV monitors throughout the bar! Someone had hooked up a camera! There was a close up of the dried cum on my face.

Someone started to chant, "Pig, pig, pig!" And the crowd joined in.

Then Erskine yelled, "Let the game begin!!"

Shannon walked up to me, snapped the fingers of both hands and pointed to his crotch. I undid the buckle of his belt, popped the button of his tight jeans and opened them. I had already done that tonight. The smell of my stale saliva and his stale pre, mixed with his new pre hit me like something you smell in a gym. I reached in and cupped his ass. Then I tried to lower his jeans with my teeth. That got him completely hard and he moved away. He pulled his cock out and began to beat my face with it. I lunged at it with my hungry mouth, my tongue sticking out so I could catch the pre. The crowd started to chant again, "Pig, pig, pig!"

Then he stepped back to the cum line. His cock still in his hand, with my saliva, he began to jerk. The crowd fell silent.

I looked at him. His eyes met mine and locked. He began to sneer. My own cock was rock hard and oozing pre.

Whoever was operating the camera knew what he was doing. It was like a baseball game. He went from my face to Shannon's cock. Back to my face, to his face with its sneer, to my face. This wasn't an endurance test. Not a race. Shannon picked up the speed of his jerk. He stared to breathe heavily.

He stared at me as he jerked. The camera closed in on his face. It focused on his focus: my face.

There wasn't a sound in the room. Except for almost 150 cocks being jerked. That distinctive "ticka-ticka-ticka- ticka-tickaticka" a stroked cock makes. Multiplied by 150.

Shannon was close. So was everyone else.

Shannon stared to make the `cum noise'. So many have tried to write what it sounds like, but they don't even get close.

Suddenly he shot.

The first spurt landed in my right eye. FUCK!!

It hurt!

The next landed on my chin.

Someone appeared from nowhere and licked it off.

Another shot. It landed on my nose. Right on the tip. Again someone appeared from nowhere and ate it.

That was 3 bull's eyes.

Except all of a sudden the crowd gathered around me. And they all started to cum

OMG!!! It was raining cum!! Raining cum on ME!!! Sooooo hot.

Cock after cock spooged on me. I was in heaven. I stuck my tongue out and tried to catch as much as I could. And I caught a lot, but most landed all over my face, dripping down on my skinny sk8er boi body.

The sounds! The smells!

As I knelt there, covered in cum, I thought, "This is as good as it gets"

Shannon looked at the other guy questioningly. His look said, "Wanna try to beat me?"

The other guy shrugged, acknowledging that there was no way he could win, and gave Shannon a fist bump. Thirty seconds later, he was the last to cum on my face.

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The next few times Shannon took me to the Tool Box, he seemed bored. Like almost any bar, it was usually the same crowd, and so they all knew I was a cum pig. They'd seen proof... more than once, and there were vids to prove it. So as I sat on the floor beside Shannon, they would rub their crotches in my face, or actually pull their cocks out for me to suck which I did. Shannon would just sit there drinking his Red Stripe. Once in a while he would look down on me with my mouth full of cock. I would look up at him and try to lock eyes, but he would turn away. If my face was being fucked particularly hard, and I was making choking noises, that might get his attention, but not often.

I was bored too.

Then one night when he picked me up he said, "We going to a bath house".

Of course I knew what a bath house was, and I was instantly hard. But I also thought they had an age limit, and I mentioned that.

Shannon laughed and I felt stupid. In the gay world, age is just a suggestion. And the straight authorities would NEVER dare to raid a gay establishment, even a bath house, after the backlash they had to endure in the past when they had dared.

When we got there though, the guy at the front was one of those bitchy fags who is one of the main reasons there's so much gay bashing. Fuck, I wanted to bash him myself. All attitude and snot. He was okay with Shannon, but I swear he sniffed in that hissy way these guys have when he looked sneeringly at me. I thought he wasn't going to let me in.

"A room please" Shannon said.

The hissy missy looked down his nose at me and snapped out the price, whatever it was.

Shannon paid and we were buzzed inside where the smell of lust hit me full blast. It was hot and humid, almost choking and there was a combination of aromas. I recognized the smell of a Laundromat, a high school gym, a locker room in that gym, disinfectant, poppers and... Cum. That slightly acrid smell I love so much. I could also hear skin slapping against skin, whispered sex talk and moans. Some of the sex talk and moans came from guys having real sex behind the closed doors we passed, and some came from the monitors playing porn. All of this in semidarkness, while gay-club music played. It was intoxicating and I quickly forgot that bitch at the front.

When we got to our room, Shannon told me to get naked. He kicked off his sandals, and peeled off his shorts and tee leaving on his boxer briefs. He had a semi, which I looked at hungrily.

He grabbed one of the towels we were given when we came in, slapped me on the ass and said, "Let's go".

I looked at him questioningly.

"Showers", he replied.

He led the way. I followed and for the first time took a really good look at his ass, outlined by his boxer briefs. It was USDA prime. Then I thought about him being fucked; a hard cock splitting those 2 half melons. That made me hard for some reason, so when we got to the showers my cock was waving back and forth in the air.

We passed a few guys who had towels tied around their waists who watched us as we passed them

The shower had 3 walls, with 3 shower heads on each.

"Use the middle shower on the wall facing outside so guys can see you", he said, adding, "Take your time" .

He sat on the edge of a hot tub just outside which gave him a clear view of me. Everyone else who passed by also had a clear view, and there were a lot of passers by. Apparently the sound of a shower being turned on is a signal that there might be some fresh meet. So there was steady flow of traffic passing in front of the shower where I was slowly lathering up checking me out. Once, twice, a third time. I leaned back, letting the flow of water rinse my hair. That meant that my hard cock was jutting out, and water was running off it. I closed my eyes and let the water splash on my face. All of a sudden I felt warm-and-wet on my cock which had begin to soften. But it quickly changed its mind -- someone was sucking me and it felt great. .

"NO!" Shannon commanded.

I wondered why he didn't stop the guy before he put my cock in his mouth, until I realized he wanted to me to feel the guy suck me, and then make him stop. But the guy wasn't going to let go without a fight. He continued to try to coax the cum out of me with his very hot mouth. I briefly wondered if I was that good at cock sucking, because OMG it felt good. But I pushed his head a away and my cock came loose with a pop.

"C'mon, baby. Let me". He was so pathetic as he looked up at me, the water cascading off my hard cock and on to his begging upturned face. He was about 25, in good shape and I was tempted, but I turned off the tap and walked out. Shannon took the towel and to my surprise, dried me off. The rough fabric of the towel and his rough drying felt great.

Then he led the way back to our room, where he opened the door, grabbed something inside and locked the door again.

He walked away and I followed. We went into a room that had rows of some kind of seating built into 3 walls like a theater of some kind. It was a bit darker here but I could make out flashes of blue-white at various levels which by a quick guess went up about 10 rows. I thought there must an ultra violet light highlighting something. Of course. White towels wrapped around guys' waists.

In the middle of the room was something I had never seen before. It looked a bit like a table, but it there were straps attached to it.

Shannon walked up to it and seemed to be checking things out. I heard some movement from the guys sitting in the rows of seats, like they were suddenly paying attention, like a show was about to begin.

The table, or whatever it was seemed to pass Shannon's inspection and he waved me over. You may have noticed that since I tipped over and became a cum pig, I don't talk that much. And people don't waste a lot of words on me either. This time was no exception. I looked at Shannon questioningly, again, and he said simply, "It's a fuck bench. Get on".

I walked up to it uncertainly, because I had no idea what it was. I walked around it and when I came back to where Shannon was standing, he put a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down.

I was off balance as I fell and grabbed onto the first things I could which were jutting out of the sides and I used them to break my fall, which it turns out was exactly where Shannon wanted me to be. They were handles. And suddenly I felt myself being strapped to them. So I could hold on, but not move my arms. Or escape. Next I felt one of my legs being bent and strapped into a stirrup. Then the other. That meant that my ass stuck out. Then Shannon strapped my knees to the bench. I didn't know it at the time, but that meant I could brace myself.

I couldn't move very much so he came up to my face and showed me what he had taken from our room. It was a Sharpie attached to a string.

"I'm just gonna tie this Sharpie to that strap over there and every guy that fucks you is going to mark your ass. At the end of the night, we'll add them up"

There were moans from the seats. There was also a moan from me. I mean, how hot was that?

Almost immediately I could sense 2 or 3 guys circling me. I heard and then smelled vials of poppers being opened and inhaled. Then there was a thick cock head at my pucker demanding entry. I was dry and it hurt.

"I'm gonna mark you first!" It was Shannon.

I knew exactly how he was positioned. I couldn't move, but I knew. He would keep pushing his cock head until it gained entry to my sk8er boi hole. And that would be the only contact he would have with me other than to slap my ass. He would fuck me like he was a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Maybe even waving an arm in the air once in a while as he fucked me so all the world could see that it was a rough ride and he was enjoying every minute of it. He would look at his cock sinking in and out of my ass as casually as if he were doing bicep curls: watching his muscle get exercise with this inanimate object. Then when he was done, when he had shot his load, he would casually toss me aside, like a bar bell. .

Fuck that was a hot image. Only an image though because I couldn't see. Or could I?

There was no music in this room. All I could hear was Shannon's pelvis slapping against my ass. It was a pre-meditated fuck. He had planned it and was executing it with precision. And I was totally into it. As much as I could I moved to coincide with the fuck rhythm he had established. And as the sweat beads grew, I found the leather straps loosened a bit and I could raise my head. It was then I noticed a mirror panel beside one the of rows of seats. To see Shannon fucking me. A big smile on his face as he plowed into me. Behind him I could vaguely see disembodied cocks being stroked. Cocks that poked out of the blackness and were aimed at Shannon and me in full fuck mode.

Suddenly there was a cock trying to force itself into my mouth. As if. As if it had to force its way in. As if in answer to a cum pig's prayer: mouth and ass being fucked at the same time. I felt something warm and wet hit my right cheek, followed shortly by the same feeling on the nape of my neck. Someone in the audience had shot already. Nice. Shannon and the guy fucking my face kicked it up a notch, Well yeah.

Suddenly a vial of poppers was forced between the cock fucking my mouth and my nose. Oh God! I wanted to fuck Shannon with my ass, but I couldn't. I was held in place by the fuck bench. I wanted to cry. I wanted to fuck his cock. My throat opened for the guy in my mouth. It was like I had been attached to a live electrical wire. I convulsed as I tried to get as much of these 2 cocks into me as I could. Cock, COCK, C O C K. The world was cock. And I wanted them all. All 6 billion of them

Even an accomplished fucker like Shannon can only take a convulsing sk8er boi ass for so long. I could feel that familiar swelling with my ass walls and I knew he was close. The guy fucking my face leaned over. I think he wanted to kiss Shannon, but Shannon wasn't interested. He laced his fingers behind his head and let me convulse around his cock, leaning back as I did so. He was perfectly still. Then he grabbed my hips, sunk into me as far as he could go and let loose.

He didn't start fucking me again, although I wanted him to. I just felt his cock throb, and throb and throb again as he made a cum deposit deep inside holding my ass tightly against his pelvis.

FUCK!

That meant I was now officially fucked on the fuck bench. Shannon pulled out of me and marked my ass with the Sharpie.

I was surprised and quite impressed that the guy in my mouth had held off so long. Shannon came up to my face, pushing the other guy away, and forcing his cock in my mouth so I could clean it. That was too much for the face fucker who started to make the "cum sounds". Shannon was obliging. He put a finger into my mouth and stretched it open so the guy could shoot his cum over the teeth in the right side of my mouth. The cum leaked out of my stretched mouth which still had Shannon's softening cock in it.

"Thanks dude", the guy said to Shannon and he replied "No problem"

As the jizz dribbled down my chin I felt another cock at my ass. Because Shannon had paved the way, he sank into me easily. I heard a match being lit, and I knew that Shannon was sparking up. He was settling in to watch the proceedings.

I had cum up my ass, in my mouth and over my face and neck. And I had been on the fuck bench, for max, 10 minutes. And I had 1 mark on my ass from the Sharpie.

I could sense more and more guys coming into the room. As I mentioned in the Tool Box stories, not everyone wants to fuck someone in public. (Too bad!!) So a lot of guys were there to watch from a distance and maybe connect with some guy a little less obviously, instead of fucking me. (Too bad!!)

There must have been some kind of sound proofing

which stopped the music from outside. All there was was the sound of the room. So I could hear towels being removed. And other indications of man-sex.

I was pinned to the fuck bench. I had one mark on my ass. I was about to get another as the second guy started to deep- dick me. He was good. And the audience was appreciative. An audience which was much larger. I could tell from the increased heat in the room. They were encouraging my fucker by saying things like ,"Yeah, fuck that ass!" Dirty talk is so clich‚, but I'm totally into it. Every now and then I would hear a guy grunt as he shot his load.

Shannon took charge.

"Don't waste your loads guys. Shoot on his face or wherever. He loves it."

And he was right. I do love it.

Almost immediately I felt a ribbon on cum on my right calf. I don't know why, but that drove me wild. I clamped down on the cock in my ass, I licked my lips like a 25-cent whore hoping to tempt someone to fuck my face. It didn't take long. But the owner of the cock didn't know what he was doing. He must have been very young, or straight, or both. Because I was on the fuck bench I couldn't really control him, so he just lunged. There was zero finesse. It was like being face fucked with a cock made of marble. I swear he could have chipped my teeth with it. As it was he bruised my soft palate so much that I couldn't swallow solid food for a few days. Thank god he spewed quickly, but I was so sore I just let his cum ooze out of my mouth rather than swallow.

Shannon got the picture quickly.

"Okay, his throat is off limits. Fuck his ass and mark him or cum on him somewhere, but no more face fucking".

I sort of went limp in relief when I heard Shannon say that, and the guy in my ass picked up speed. Maybe he liked fucking an almost unconscious boi, whatever, he grabbed my hips and pumped a load in me that I thought was going to come out of nose. He was loud. Which I totally love. He moaned and groaned as he breeded me and mixed his cum with Shannon's. I felt a few more cum ribbons falls on me as guys shot their loads at the hot fucking they had just seen.

Then I felt the Sharpie scratch over my ass

again. Two.

I wondered what he looked like.

"Next", I head Shannon say.

OMG! Was there a line up? A line up to fuck me?

HAWT!

So hot, I figured the next guy to plow me, would fuck a cum load out of me. I hadn't cum in a looong time so I knew it would be intense. Hopefully someone would make me sniff some poppers at the right time.

Whoever it was got off to a good start; he was thick and long., and slid through the cum in my ass up to the hilt. Oh GOD!! He draped himself over my back, and began biting whatever he could reach: my ear lobes, my neck, my triceps. He bit hard. And I loved it. He pistoned my ass like a machine. I mean it. He just fucked and fucked my hole like he was something from the industrial revolution. He was on a mission, and that was to dump a load in me. Deep. And he did. When you are that focused you soon get what you want. And he wanted to cum. When he started to squeeze me with his arms as he fucked me, he stared to drool. His saliva actually landed in my ear where he was breathing heavily as he approached orgasm. . The sound of his pelvic collisions against my ass filled the air. He gripped me tighter as I felt his cum coming. And he didn't slow down. He pistoned and pistoned his load into me until he was dry. Then he just lay there. Catching his breath. Enjoying the afterglow.

But soon, too soon, Shannon said, "Next!"

The guy said in my ear, "Thanks babe. You rock!"

Yeah maybe, but as endearing as he tried to be, when he pulled out, I felt the rasp of the Sharpie on my ass as he marked me.

Three.

The next cock was average. But once the guy had sunk into me, he started to knead my ass checks. Like bread. He would spread them as he fucked me, to get a better look at his cock as it began its fuck strokes.

Shannon spoke up again.

"I know a lot of you guys up in the stands too shy to fuck him, but could I interest you in a little bukkake?"

He had to explain.

"There's a cum party. And it's on his face"

I could hear the moans of lust even though my moans were the loudest.

Bukkake began in Japan amd it's kinda gross because it involves women. All these guys cum on a woman's face. Ick. But GAY bukkake is sooooo hawt! Ever since my sk8er crew all spooged me I've been addicted to it. Surprisingly, a lot of gay guys don't know what it is, because when I'm in gay.com, and I write "into sling, bath house, bukkake and other group action", I keep getting asked, "what's bukkake"?

Tonight was no exception. Most guys didn't know what it is. But Shannon netted it out for them and I sensed a crowd gathering near my face. And a new guy was approaching my ass. Have you ever encountered a cock that radiates heat? I mean literally. I could feel the heat when he was at least 3 or 4 inches from my ass. I tried to catch a glimpse of him in he mirror. He was sizing me up like he was looking at some meat in a butcher's counter. It was as if he was thinking, "Hmmm. Should I have the flank steak or the rump roast?" It was so impersonal and so fucking hot. He took his thumbs and spread my pucker. Some cum oozed out. He took the head of his cock and kinda swished it around to lube it up. Then he slapped my right cheek. Hard. Then my left cheek. Hard. Back and forth he went. It hurt like hell. Then he put his cock-head at my pucker. And slapped me again. As he did, he pushed. And began to cut me in 2. Slap! He sunk in another inch or so. Slap, a little deeper.

"Yeah, dude". That was Shannon acknowledging another fuckartist. High praise which he issued as he exhaled a lungful of pot smoke. I had visions of him mesmerized by his equal, focused on the cock cleaving my ass. A few more slaps and the guy was in all the way. My cheeks were so sore and must have been bright red, acting as a frame around the picture of the cock impaling me. The guy held still, buried in me. I could hear the "ticka ticka" of cocks being stroked. It felt so fine. Being filled up with cock. With cocks all around me. Aimed at me. Pig Nirvana.

Then the fucking began. A long, slow withdrawal of his meat, and a long slow re-entry into my ass. This guy was going to take his time. When he sunk back in me, he positioned him self in such a way that you could see his cock making the journey. At least I think that's what made so many of the guys watching gasp. There were several "Oh Gods", as he began sawing my ass. He was so hard. Solid. And the heat from his cock radiated inside me. I was full. Full of cock which was being administered to me so professionally the guy could have made a living at it. He was like the third guy who fucked me; methodical, all business. Suddenly I heard some one say between clenched teeth, "I can't help it!. I'm gonna cum!!" I felt a blob of jizz land on my forehead. I think the rest landed in my hair. That was followed by more groans and suddenly a volley of cum landed on various parts of my head. There was cum in my ears, all over my face. Some actually landed up my nose. The guy fucking me picked up speed. There were guys wiping their cum spent cocks on my face or wherever, and he was watching this from his vantage point of fucking my sk8er ass. Speaking of watching, I could smell more and more cigarette and pot smoke. Guys were in the stands watching, and having a leisurely smoke as they did. Some guys would pass in front of me on their way to their seats and I could see some of them had a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. It was like they were watching porn at home. Take a drag and take a swig as they watched some guy get fucked. Except if they wanted, they could just get up, come down and fuck me for real. The guy who was actually fucking me was getting close. He was throwing himself into me so that the little body fat I do have made ripples from the epicenter of his fuck. Some new guys gathered around my face as they watched this animal go into full fuck mode. I could feel drops of his sweat landing on me, or was it cum from the other guys? I had a sheen of sweat too, so that when he connected with my skin as he thrust home there was a "swawk" sound. If I hadn't been strapped onto the fuck bench, he

would have fucked me off it.

"You want it, pig?", he asked

I could hear Shannon laugh.

"DO YOU WANT IT?"

My voice seemed so far away as I said, "Uh huh"

"Say the words!!"

"I want your load. I want your cum!!!"

I sensed guys drawing closer to me. Then with a primal scream the guy fucking me started to shoot, injecting his load deep into me. OMG it was amazing. His shooting cock went where no cock had been before. And he didn't stop fucking; he kept pistoning my ass as he shot spurt after spurt. I lost count of the number of cum throbs, but even after he must have been dry, he kept humping me. Then he stopped dead. There was a fresh shower of cum from the guys who had been watching and jacking. Then my fucker pulled out and I was empty. He made a big show of grabbing the Sharpie and I soon felt it scraping across my flesh.

Four.

I was positive he went over to share Shannon's spliff.

Would they talk about me? I thought about that as I lay there, panting, trying to catch my breath. If you've never been fucked then you don't know that a fucking takes quite a bit out of you. Especially the guys who had just fucked me. It's a bit like boxing; you take one hit after another. Okay, it's a different part of your body, but it's still punch after punch.

I was covered in sweat and quite a bit of cum, although the cum was concentrated around my face and head. I knew guys were circling me. But no one wanted to fuck me. They were like I said before, just looking me over.

Once in a while a guy would shoot on me. I felt like a total cum rag. I loved it.

Use me when you feel like it.

After about 10 minutes, I had caught my breath and was getting a bit cold as the sweat dried.

All of a sudden someone burst into the room and I could smell beer fumes. Instinctively, I knew exactly what this guy was like. All gay guys have met someone like him. He was in his 20's to 30's. He had been out for a few beers after work. Those beers had made him lose his inhibitions and here he was in a bath house, with all his in-denial bravado. You know, "My girl friend won't suck my cock, so I'll let you,

you faggot." The vibe in the room changed.

I could see him in the mirror taking stock.

It didn't take him long.

"Whoa!"

I waited. I knew what he thought would be an insult was coming.

"Now I know why they give you a rubber when

you come in here!" He laughed.

No one else did.

"How many of you faggots have fucked his

ass?"

Then his eyes must have caught the stripes

on my ass.

"Jesus Christ!!! You're marking him???!!"

The extreme hotness of the scene penetrated his jock-boy veneer for a moment.

"Fuck!". He almost whispered the word. I could sense deep respect as he acknowledged the hornieness of it.

Next I heard a condom packet being opened and almost immediately my ass was invaded. This guy had no finesse, no style. He just sunk his cock in and fucked.

"Oh fuck! Oh God yeah, Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"

Fuck-talk isn't literature, but this guy was talking like the amateur he was.

That doesn't mean I didn't like it. It was a different fuck. And his enthusiasm for my ass was nice. But I knew he wouldn't last long. I totally wished he was unwrapped, because I just knew his load would be huge. As I thought that, he shot. Spurt after spurt in that fucking condom. What a waste!!

The guy was from central casting. As soon as he took the mandatory 3 deep after-cum breaths, the guilt set in. He pulled out his rapidly softening cock and started to leave.

"Aren't you going to mark his ass?" It was Shannon being a total jerk.

"No. It's alright", the guy said as he sheepishly left the room.

"S'ok dude", Shannon said, "I'll do it for ya!" and he laughed.

I felt the Sharpie cross my ass again.

Five. ************************************************ ************ ********************8

Then Shannon did a circle around me, inspecting me.

"It's too bad that ass hole fucked up his throat so much. It would be hot to see him getting cum at both ends." He shrugged as he accepted the set back.

He squatted down and cupped my cum-dripping chin in one hand. I slowly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and made a trough with it. Shannon got it right away.

"Fuck!!! I don't believe you!"

He stood up and addressed the other guys in the room.

"Okay. For those of you who weren't here earlier some idiot fucked his face so hard that his soft palate is pretty well done. But you can cum on his tongue. He'll make a spooge canal for you and you can jack off right into it. He didn't say, but I figger he'll collect as much cum as he can on his tongue before he swallows it. If you cum on his tongue you don't get to mark him, though. That's only for guys who fuck his ass."

Just like Cum Darts, Shannon liked to make rules.

I lifted my head and made my tongue a spooge canal, just like he said. Right away a guy rested his glans on my tongue and started stroking. That's exactly what I had in mind and I was grateful you don't have to draw pictures for gay guys.

Then I heard Shannon say, "I feel like fucking him again. Unless someone else wants to?" Nice and polite.

A voice said, "You wanna double-dick him, dude"

"Nah, double-dicking is more trouble than it's worth. You gotta be a fucken acrobat!", Shannon was doubtful.

"C'mon dude! At least try."

I said to myself, "Yes, c'mon Shannon! At least

try!"

"Nah", Shannon said again.

"At least let's double-fuck his mouth", the guy was persistent.

"Well, face fucking is out, like I said, but we could both cum on his tongue if u wanna".

"I wanna", the other guy said and there were soon 3 guys with hard cocks in the vicinity of my mouth. The guy who was actually jerking off on my "spooge canal" started to pick up speed and I opened my mouth wider. Then his epidural howitzer unleashed a volley that bathed my bruised soft pallet. That felt awesome. Then he laid about 3 ribbons of cum on my tongue. I let them lie there. The taste buds in my tongue sensed the cum and that triggered my saliva which mingled with the cum

I could only imagine how slutty that looked as I looked up at Shannon and the other guy, my cum covered tongue maintaining the spooge canal.

Then I caught a glimpse of the other guy and nearly swallowed the load. OMG, he's like 12!!

Of course he wasn't 12, but he was the twinkiest twink I have ever seen or will ever see. He was about 5-10 with white hair. Not Albino, but blond hair that's sun bleached. If he had any body hair, I couldn't see any. And he was shaved. No pubes. Even though I'm not a twink-aholic by any means, I thought he was uber-cute.

Shannon must have too, because the next thing I know he's on his knees sucking the twink's cock over my spooge canal. Whoa. Shannon? Sucking cock? But like I say the twink WAS cute. And to see his impressive-sized hard cock sticking out from his hairless body was totally hawt!

It turns out that Shannon was a good cock sucker. At least judging from the sounds the twink made. And Shannon was making all kinds of cock-sucking cock-sucker sounds of his own. Shannon, a cock- sucker. It's kinda funny in retrospect.

All of a sudden, Shannon's mouth let go of the guy's cock, which swung back and forth over my spooge canal tongue. Then he took his own tongue and scooped all the cum that was on mine. He stood up and started kissing the twink!! He forced the cum into his mouth. I could hear the twink respond, "mmmm". Then there was slurping and sucking sounds as the cum leaked out of the twink's mouth and Shannon licked it up again and then put it back in the twink's mouth .

They were so into kissing each other and snowballing that their cocks swung freely back and forth over my tongue. I licked at them as much as I could wishing someone would fuck me. I think all the guys in the room were too mesmerized by what was happening between Shannon and the twink to get into the game as I, the slut almost writhed in lust underneath them.

All of a sudden my ass was filled with cock. Thank you! THANK YOU!!

"Take it you cheap bitch!!"

I'm like "Wha?"

Then I recognized the voice: it was the guy at the front desk! The bitchy fag. I couldn't believe it. A guy who probably sits on the toilet to piss, is fucking me and being all butch.

"I'm gonna make you take my load you slut!!"

This is too bizarre! Shannon is sucking cock and loving it. This nelly fag is fucking my ass and loving it. I do a mental shrug and accept that it is what it is. I squeeze down on the nelly fag's cock and look up at the 2 cocks swinging so tantalizing in front of me.

The nelly fag is a totally lousy lay. He just had some need to try to humiliate me and this was the only thing he could think of. I may have been his first piece of ass. Whatever, he wasn't very hard and he wasn't very good. But I played my part of the cum pig and fucked his cock the best I could.

Shannon and the twink wanted to cum. Not more than I wanted them to.

"Hey! Pussy boi. Fuck off!" I knew who Shannon was talking to and he didn't like it.

"As if!", the nelly fag said in his nelly fag voice, all bitchy attitude.

"I said, FUCK OFF!!", and with that Shannon went around me and literally pulled the guy out of my ass.

"You are sooooo barred from here!", he lisped.

"As if!", Shannon mimicked and everyone in the room joined in his laughter.

There was no way they were going to bar a dude like Shannon. It was like the Tool Box; he was good for business.

I couldn't see him, but I could picture the nelly fag leaving with his half hard cock. Pathetic. So much for that display of superiority. Guys like him, too many guys, are alla time judgmental, and it was cool to see him put in his place. He wanted to humiliate me and he was the one humiliated.

Suddenly my ass was filled with cock again. A REAL cock I mean. All hard and throbbing. It felt like Shannon. And it was. I knew from the way he sunk into me and just took possession.

I looked up and saw the twink watching as Shannon sank into me. He started to jerk his cock. It didn't take long until it was hard again.

I made my tongue into a spooge canal again and the twink placed his cock head onto it and jacked. His cock was so fine. I was surprised at myself that a pretty boi would affect me so much, but he did. And the scene affected other guys too: a hairless blond twink jerking onto the tongue of a slutty sk8er boi who was being fucked by this stud. The air was thick with poppers, marijuana smoke, man-sweat and cum. There were several guys around my head and I could hear them jacking. I had a feeling someone of them were hoping to cum on the twink. Again I was surprised at myself when I thought that it would be hot to see his hairless white skin spooged. He must have put 2 and 2 together himself and didn't like the result. All of a sudden he let go of his cock which swung freely and he grabbed for 2 of the cocks that were closest to him. The cocks' owners gladly let him take hold and he began to jack them, one on either side of my spooge canal.

"Fuck!" That was Shannon as he really began to plow my ass.

I knew what he meant. And it was Christmas at the bath house for the 2 guys: their cocks were being jacked by an impossibly cute twink onto the tongue or face of a sk8er boi. One of them shot almost right away. Across my spooge canal onto the other guy's cock. Except the other guy's cock was being jacked by the twink. So some of the cum landed on his hand. His plan hadn't worked so well. It didn't bother him that much as he squeezed the last of the cum out of the first guy. He wiped it off with his thumb and then licked it. .

"FUCK!!" It wasn't Shannon this time. It was the other guy. He started to shoot. He must have been saving it for a while because there were these totally long ropes of cum spewing from his cock.

I could hear Shannon's breath coming faster. He was close.

The twink aimed the guy's cock at my spooge canal, but he was rock hard and the twink couldn't aim it very well. Finally he let go of the cock which spasmed in mid air. He must have shot 3 feet. Again and again. I'm not sure where the cum landed. His cock was like a fire hose that's been dropped. It was out of control. It spurted everywhere. Some landed on me, but not my tongue.

"Oh my god! Oh My God!! OH MY GAWD!!" The guy maybe cummed like this alla time, but I bet he never enjoyed it as much as this.

Meanwhile the twink had moved back to where Shannon was fucking me. He put one arm around his shoulder and watched as Shannon's cock went in and out. He jacked his own cock with the other. The guy who had just cum, went up to the twink, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left.

I don't how many guys were circling around us, jerking, but there were quite a few, and quite a few more sitting on the benches. It was a safe bet they were jerking too.

Then the twink said to Shannon, "Stop fucking him".

I knew Shannon was about 15 stokes from cumming, but he stopped. I don't know how he did it. He was rock hard and

pulsating inside me.

The :"ticka ticka" of jacking cocks stopped.

What would happen next?

No one knew, but everyone knew something would.

I swallowed. My tongue was tired. And dry.

Then the twink took his arm off Shannon's shoulder, grabbed his cock and began a slow stroke. He moved so that he was stroking over where Shannon's cock was still jammed rock hard into my ass.

"Pull it out a bit, dude"

Shannon pulled out about 3 inches and got even harder if that was possible.

The twink started to stroke a bit faster.

"You didn't wanna double-dick him. Okay. I'm gonna cum on your cock and you're gonna fuck that cum into him!"

OMG!!!

This blond haired, blue eyed twink was a dirty boi! And a good one.

The "ticka ticka" sound of cocks being stroked started again.

"Start fucking him again dude", the twink said.

And Shannon did. Did he ever! Not with his usual finesse, because he was trying to kiss the twink and that meant the precision of his usual fucks was missing. But there was something else to make up for it. He was really fucking turned on!!

I was too. Totally.

I made my tongue into a spooge canal again, hoping for the best.

The best would be for Shannon and the twink to cum at the same time, and then the rest of the guys who had circled the 3 of us.

Shannon was gonna cum in about 30 seconds. I'm a cum pig. I knew it. I sensed the twink was concentrating on cumming too.

"Gonna cum on your cock, dude. Then you fuck my load into him!" Such filthy words coming from such a pretty face. I loved it!!

Shannon kicked it up a notch. EVERYONE with a hard cock kicked it up a notch.

Then the twink positioned himself as best he could beside Shannon. Good! If he shot across Shannon's cock, there wouldn't be much cum. But if he shot ALONG Shannon's cock there would be more.

I looked around at the guys who were watching all this, my spooge canal ready, and willing.

The twink started to make the cum sounds. I couldn't see, but I could feel what happened. A glob of cum at the junction of my ass and Shannon's cock. Just above it, so his next 3 or 4 thrusts pushed it in as it dribbled down.

"Stop fucking him!", the twink yelled.

Shannon stopped, although I don't know how.

The twink's next volleys came quick and he aimed them at Shannon's already glistening cock. Shannon started pumping me again. And with each down stroke the twink's cum was fucked into my ass. The guys watching started to cum. I held my head steady as much as I could considering Shannon was pile driving my ass. My spooge canal at the ready. But only a few drops landed in it. The cum was flying everywhere, landing everywhere. One me mostly, but everywhere. Unfortunately, a lot on the floor.

Then there was a growl. I mean a deep growl, like a bear or something. It was Shannon, He was cumming and it was going to be intense. In all the times he fucked me, I never heard him like this. As he rammed his cum deep inside me, he was "Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh, HUH, HUH, HUH". It was so hot. Like for the first time since I've known him he was sexually satisfied. With me, anyway.

Not that I care, really, but it was interesting.

So was what happened next. After everyone had caught their after-cum breaths, including Shannon, he pulled out. He gave my ass a friendly pat and said, "Thanks".

And he was gone I haven't seen him since.

Whatever.

The twink said, "Cool. I get to tag you!"

I thought at first he was going to fuck me, and I was like "whoa" where does he get his drugs to get hard so fast. But when I saw him grab the Sharpie, I knew what he meant; "tag" as in what graffiti artists do. It seemed to me he made a really big mark half way down my thigh. I'm not sure why, since he didn't fuck me, but he seemed to want to make a statement. "THIS many guys have fucked this pig!"

I'm like, "Yeah , and so?" But I HAD lost count. Was it 6 now, or 7? Or was it 5? No, it was more than that. I was sure at least 5 guys had fucked me. Or had they? I was starting to get woozy. I was physically exhausted; I was getting a secondary high from all the pot and hash smoke. I started to fall asleep. The last thing I remember was a hard cock being shoved up my cum-filled ass. I smiled to myself. You know how really stupid thoughts come to you just before you fall asleep? I sang to myself, "Fuck a boi sk8er on the fuck bench, to the tune of "Rock a bye baby" ... and then everything went dark.

Every now and then what was really happening would invade my sleep. It depended on the ferocity of the fuck. I would become aware that someone was fucking me like it was the last thing he would do before he died; incredible fuck thrusts so forceful I was lucky I had so much cum in my ass so I wasn't friction-burned. Then I would fall back to sleep.

So there I was unconscious on the fuck bench

with guys fucking me and my body was looking like it was being jolted by lightening, or something else electrical. It's amazing how many guys got off on fucking a guy who was unconscious. I know exactly how many there were that night; 14; because when I woke up the next morning... well it happened this way.

I was cold. Real cold. The kind of cold you feel when you wake up in your bed at about 5 in the morning and you discover you've kicked off all the blankets.

I shivered.

I heard a voice say, "Wakey, wakey!"

I'm like, "wtf?"

It was the twink. He had dressed. He was wearing boarders and tee.

"I went back to my room and had a few hours sleep. I thought I'd check up on you before I left." He began to unstrap me.

All of a sudden I could feel the cum inside me banging on the other side of my ass wanting to get out. RIGHT NOW! I started to panic a bit. I'm a cum pig, but other than that I'm very clean. I didn't want the cum to spew all over the floor. The twink seemed to read my mind.

"There's a bathroom just outside the room dude. It's like 25 feet away. Clench your ass like you've never clenched it before and you'll make it."

But I had been on the fuck bench for, what? 8 hours? During that time I had been fucked every which way to Sunday. Every muscle in my body ached. Plus my blood circulation had been blocked when I had been strapped to the fuck bench. When I got to my feet, I was very unsteady. The twink grabbed me so I wouldn't fall. The cum inside me was crashing against my pucker like the waves you see when a hurricane hits Florida. I clenched my ass. I thought it was going to be a losing cause. I headed for the can with the twink holding me steady. I didn't think I was going to make it. I could feel some of the cum force its way out of my ass. It ran down my leg. I had been fucked in public, more than once, more than twice, oh, what the fuck, a lot, and there were vidz out there to prove it, but if I let go of all the cum inside me, THAT would be really embarrassing. I could see the bathroom. Just a few more feet. Almost there. I could see the door to a stall half open and I focused on it. I broke into a half trot and immediately regretted it, because that allowed more cum to force its way out of my ass. I slammed open the door to the stall and sat down on the toilet and WHOOOSHH!! A torrent of cum blew out of my ass like a dam had been breached. Which is exactly what had happened.

I felt myself turn red. I was totally humiliated. Even now I can't bring myself to write exactly why. Let's just say a lot of air had been fucked into me along with the cum. Finally I was empty. And I felt empty too. I was of 2 minds about that. I was in the classic "man on a toilet position": each elbow on a thigh, head bent over. I looked up to see the twink watching me. I felt myself get even redder. Like I said, a lot of people have seen me do a lot of things and I'm cool with that, but watching me sitting on the toilet isn't one of them.

The twink said., "You had quite the night after I left". He pointed to my right leg. Then he came into the stall.

"This is my mark. That was 6 guys who fucked

you. There are 14 other marks after mine. That means you got fucked by at least 20 guys last night! Fourteen guys fucked you while you were out cold!!

"At LEAST 14, because there could have been guys who just fucked you and left without marking you. That is sooooo hot. Making me hard." He started to knead his package through his boarders.

"I wanted to fuck you last night, but now I'm not so sure!" He laughed.

He pulled me off the toilet. My humiliation was complete; I needed help getting off the fucking toilet.

"Go hit the showers. I'll get the key to your room from the front desk and bring you a towel" .

I looked at him questioningly.

"Oh", he explained. "The guy you were with last night left right after he dumped his load in you".

Shannon left? Just like that?

I headed for the showers walking toward them like a toddler on unsure feet.

When I got there I stopped to look in the mirror. I stared at myself. My face was encrusted with dry cum. Who knows how many guys had jerked off on my face in addition to the 20 guys who had fucked my ass? My hair is quite long and I could see tufts of it sticking out at odd angles. Some guys had used my hair as a cum rag and their cum made it stick out just like hair spray.

I was sore, I was covered in cum, about 20 guys had fucked me.

It had been a good night.

The hot shower felt good, if for no other reason than I was still cold. Guys who go to bath houses will know what I mean. When you go to sleep in your room, the thin sheet they give you isn't enough and you always wake up cold. I put my head under the nozzle and let the hot water wash the cum off me. I soaped up and gave myself a thorough wash. I bent over and let the hot water clean my ass crack. That felt REALLY good. I grabbed my ankles and laughed. Some guy could come in and start fucking me and the whole cycle would start all over again. Most of all though grabbing my ankles gave me a chance to stretch a bit. That felt good.

I spent a good 10 minutes in the shower enjoying the heat and making sure I got real clean. When I stepped out the twink was there with a towel, as promised. I smiled at him and began to towel off. I noticed guys in business suits walking by, cruising the twink first, and then me.

"It looks like they want to start the day with a bang!!", the twink laughed.

I gave him a puzzled look.

"Dude, it's 7 AM. These guys want to have a quick piece of ass before work!"

I shrugged and finished drying myself. Then I tied the towel around my waist.

The twink laughed again. "Modest!"

He led the way to my room. At least the room Shannon had rented for the 2 of us.

He opened the door with the key he got from the front desk. I wasn't sure how he managed that, but I didn't really care. Although in the gay world when you are that young and pretty, you write your own ticket.

I sat down on the bed/bench and began to get dressed. He watched.

Then he said, "Pay back time"

I wasn't surprised. No one ever did anything for me unless there was a "Pay back time"

I looked up at him, waiting for him to tell me what the pay back was.

"I wanna cum on your face"

I shrugged ok.

"But, I want you to wear it going home".

I shrugged ok again, but my cock began to swell in my boxer briefs.

The bath house was, duh, located in the gay village. Even though it was very early in a world that lives by night, there would be a few people around. As I walked home some of them would see me with cum on my face. Wet cum, so there would be no mistake.

The twink pulled out his cock and began to stroke it. I pulled his boarders down so I could get a full view of his hairless crotch. Then he opened the door to the room to give anyone passing a full view.

What they would see was a twink beating the face of a sk8er boi with his cock. The sk8er boi with his tongue out and his mouth open, licking at the underside of the twink's sizable cock.

Soon there were 3 or 4 guys outside the door watching, pulling at their cocks through their towels. A couple of guys who were still in their suits hurried away to get changed. A guy came into the room and grabbed the twink's ass. The twink brushed it away. So the guy pulled his cock out from the towel covering and stroked as he watched, now up close. The twink grabbed me by the chin and looked into my eyes. Then he let go of my chin and grabbed a fist full of hair on each side of my head with both hands and held my head steady. That meant his hard cock was swinging free. Someone forced his way into the room , dropped to his knees and tried to catch the cock with his open mouth. The twink was enjoying himself. He had by this time 5 or 6 guys salivating over him, and sitting on the edge of the bed was me, the cum pig.

He took hold of his cock and began to stroke it slowly in front of my face. He looked at his audience. And smiled. Then he turned back to me. By this time he had some pre. He took his cock and dragged it up the left side of my face, leaving a trail of pre behind. . Over the bridge of my nose, but then his cock went dry. He took it and beat my lips with it until I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He beat my tongue until the wetness and heat of it coaxed out some more pre. Pre and my saliva. Then he placed his cock on the bridge of my nose where he had left off. And dragged it across leaving a wet trail behind. Down the right side of my face. I heard someone open a vial of poppers. I heard someone else grunt a couple of times before leaving shot spots on the floor, or somewhere. I heard other guys breathing more heavily. I heard someone else begging the twink to let him rim his ass. If his cock and it payload wasn't right in front of my face, I would have been the one begging.

He lapped it all up. He knew he was drop-dead gorgeous. He knew he was the stuff of jerk-off fantasies and wet dreams. But he was human. He was going to cum soon.

"I'm going to cum on this pig's face", he said.

I could hear guys stroking their cocks faster.

"And he's promised me he's going to leave here and wear it home".

Someone shot their load.

"So here it comes."

He locked eyes with me and quickened the pace of his jerking.

There were about 6 guys watching outside the room, and 3 guys had forced their way inside. Bath house rooms are very small so it was a tight fit. The twink moved them over to his right side then he moved me across the bed closer to the door so the audience could see. .

"Ready?" He wasn't asking me. He was asking his audience

Someone else shot.

"SHOOT IT DUDE!!!" someone yelled.

And the twink did. He may have looked like 12 with his sun bleached blond hair and shaved pubes, but he shot like a man. And like he did with Shannon's cock as he fucked me, he laid it out in ribbons. Four of them. From my hair down my face, over my lips and onto my chin.

One after another he laid them down my face, and one after another the audience shot their loads as they watched. I closed my eyes so the cum wouldn't sting, but it leaked though my eye lids and stung like fuck. That meant I was squinting through the cum when I eventually opened my eyes.

He was looking down at me with a smile on his face as his cock softened.

"Looks good on you dude", he said as he pulled up his boarders.

I looked into his eyes, with the ribbons of his cum starting to run down my face.

"Go home!", he ordered.

He watched as I finished dressing and left the bath house with his cum glistening on my face.

The sun was bright. It would have bright even if I hadn't spent the last few hours in a gay subterranean world.

Like I said it was just after 7AM, so there weren't a lot of people about. Because it was the gay village, there were even fewer gay people about.

But there were some.

As I stood at the bus stop, cum on my face, head held high, the twink appeared at my side.

"Dude. You rock!"

As I watched him walk away, I said to myself, "Yeah I do!"

After that I was pretty much a full-time, fully addicted cum pig. I dropped out of school, not that I had been going that much. I was constantly on gay.com looking for hook ups, or I would go to glory holes to get my fix. But after about 2 years I had sucked off or been fucked by everyone in the city. I was like a vid in your porn collection. After you've used it to cum a few times, you get bored. Guys got bored with me after a while.

So I decided to move. About 200 miles away to a bigger city. OMG it was amazing. I was fresh meat to the guys there who were fresh meat to me. . I had been living there for about a year when I met Mike. He had found a guy, me, who would let himself be covered in cum, and I had found a guy equally nasty, but from a different perspective.

Mike had thought about this a lot. After he got to know me a little, he said I would have to move. Again.

"Dude, you have probably sucked or been fucked by hundreds of guys in this town. So you are like a used cum wipe. I need you to be somewhere where you are fresh meat again."

That made sense. Anyway it wasn't as if I was going to be named Jaycee Citizen of the Year in the city I was in.

"I'm not sure how many guys it's going to take exactly, but it's gotta be hot for the guys. Not same old same old."

I knew exactly what he meant.

Mike said we should move to a city about 300 miles away. It had a catchment area of about 5 million people according to him. I didn't know what a "catchment area" was, but if 10 percent of the population is gay, that meant half a million new guys with new cum.

Done and done. . We moved. He sub-let a very nice house from a couple who were on a sabbatical somewhere.

Whatever Mike did for a living he didn't seem to need an office, so it really didn't matter where he lived. There's a term for that which I forget but it's 3 letters and one of them is "M" for "mortar". He was a consultant of some kind and his laptop and Blackberry seemed to be all he needed. He would sit at the breakfast bar, spend about an hour on line, make a few calls and that was it. Nice job.

Mike was smart. He knew he had a caged animal on his hands and that he had to act fast. I totally loved sucking his cock and being fucked by him. He was the best I'd had so far, but he knew I would get bored quickly and escape. So after he finished whatever work he had to do, he was on the phone or on line with people setting up his fantasy.

I wasn't allowed to leave the house. If I had been someone else, I would have watched porn and edged, but as I've said, I don't cum unless some guy can fuck it out of me. So I slept as late as I could, serviced Mike and then watched day time TV. And yawned.

He always seemed to have an eye on me when he was on the phone or on line as if he thought I would make a run for it. He wasn't all wrong about that. I could hear his voice becoming more urgent as he made arrangements with a bath house, designed a web site, created some flyers and a poster. They all had one thing in common: a picture of me advertising what he called a "Cum-a-palooza". I didn't like the name very much, but, meh, it was his fantasy. The picture of me was amazing. I'm not exactly sure when he took it but I looked a like a total slut. I mean it was very flattering, but my lips were almost ruby red, my eyes were glazed and I looked like I lived for cum, which was true, but somehow he captured that on film. I don't think you can Photoshop that look.

As he was working on the web site he said to me, "Too bad it can't be "cumaplooza dot CUM!" He laughed at his own joke and I smiled at him. As I said in Chapter 1, I liked Mike... a lot. He was almost like a kid with a new toy. Or a kid who knew he was about to get a new toy and he was excited about it.

At night he was in the gay chat rooms telling guys to spread the word. He went to the college chat rooms and trolled for horny young guys who just want to put their cocks someplace wet and warm.

The deal he made with the bath house was this: if someone came to the door and said. "I've got a package for the cum pig", they would be buzzed in for free. He convinced them they were going to get so much publicity it would be worth it to let who-knows-how-may-guys in for free. Since there were 2 other bath houses in town, all after the same crowd, it was a perfect selling point. He also added a lot of guys would "cum and go". He was thinking of the college guys who might not otherwise go to a bath house, but once they had the experience might be back.

As fast as he worked on it, it still took about 3 weeks and I was going crazy. I sucked his cock so ravenously that it became chafed. Even though it must have hurt like hell, he let me suck it anyway. Like I said , I liked Mike a lot.

One advertisement he took out puzzled me at first. He placed it one of the daily newspapers, not the gay papers because he was in a hurry and the gay papers only came out once a month. . He was looking for one or 2 gay paramedics and he gave his cell phone number. Of course there were quite a few crank calls, but a couple of genuine ones. My jaw literally dropped when I realized why he wanted paramedics, specifically GAY paramedics.

He explained what he was planning to one of the callers and said, "So I don't know how long it's going to take, obviously, and he has to be fed, so I was thinking intravenously."

Omg! OMG!! HAWT!!!!!

Like I said, Mike had thought of everything: he knew no straight paramedic would go into a bath house and start a drip on some fag pig! I thought to myself, a gay paramedic might have problems with that idea. I was right. It took a while and a lot of persuading before Mike found someone who would do it. And the guy wanted to insert a tube through my nose.

"Absolutely no way!!", Mike was having none of that. He called it a "boner killer"

"And I'm not crazy about the needle being in his arm either. It's not hot seeing cum on a fucken plastic tube. I want it all on his skin. Think of another way that's less obvious."

He advertised for a "fluffer", like in fuck flicks. He was flooded with guys who wanted that job. But again Mike had thought it through: he wanted a hot young guy who would easily make guys hard.

"If we get any college guys, which I hope we will, they could be so nervous they can't get hard. Or so drunk!!" He laughed. "So we need someone to "fluff" them. The idea is to get you covered in cum. That means the guys have to jerk over you. Meaning hard cocks. Meaning an ass or a mouth to prep them. It can't be you because that would ruin the effect."

I understood completely. The cum had to be applied to my sk8er boi body. And it had to stay there to accomplish Mike's goal. If I was getting ass fucked or face fucked the cum would be, or could be jostled off. So, he needed a fluffer.

The guy he picked was indescribable. And unbelievable. I liked to think that I was one of a kind. A teen completely and totally addicted to cum. There are lots of guys in their 50's and 60's who are cum pigs, but no one my age. But Mike found one. He wasn't in my league, but he was a contender. He said he was 19, but in the pix he sent, he looked 15. He said he was 5-4, 140 pounds. Blond streaks in his hair. Violet eyes. But it was his lips. My face and lips just scream out "cum pig" But this guy was more subtle. He had a pouty under lip that always seemed to be wet and welcoming. Fuck I almost wanted to fuck his face myself. Almost.

He and Mike came to an agreement. On the appointed night he would be beside me and when someone came in he would smile in the sluttiest way indicating he was there to get them hard. They could sink their cocks into his ass to get them ready or his mouth. When they made the deal, Mike added that to the web page. "Fluffer on site!"

Mike had a long check list, and put a tick mark beside "Fluffer"

It was about a week before the big day. I was beside myself. I was pacing through every room in the house. When I went upstairs or downstairs and grabbed the railing, it became a cock in my hands. I swear I started salivating.

The date was set. There was nothing that would change that. The bath house had been booked, all the posters had been distributed, the word was out. BUT IT WAS A WEEK AWAY!!!!

I hadn't cum in more than a month. Not only were my balls swollen and sore, but I could almost taste my cum backing up into

my mouth. Out of the blue Mike said, "We're

going out tonight".

I don't kiss, but I nearly broke my rule in that

instant. "Go take a shower and dress up

special", he smiled.

I think I used a full bottle of Axe. I used it to wash my long hair instead of shampoo, because it smells better. I think my scruff makes me look more slutty, but I decided to shave. I put on my sk8er clothes and when I went downstairs to the living room I thought I looked pretty hot.

Mike agreed.

"I'll be back in 5", he said as he bounded upstairs to the bath room to take his shower.

That's all he needed. He was back downstairs in less than 5 minutes actually and he looked great.

He gave me a sk8 board. It was a Dark Star and I was impressed. He said the kid of people who owned the house must be a sk8er like me. I laughed to myself. He might have been a sk8er, but he wasn't like me.

It turned out that the house he had sub-let wasn't far from the gay village. I didn't know that because I hadn't been allowed out. Mike said we were going to walk. After a while, I noticed people doing double takes. Mike is totally hot, but they were looking at me. Were they surprised a sk8er would be with a guy like Mike? No. He could get any kinda guy. More likely they were surprised a guy like me could get a guy like Mike.

Then I realized they recognized me somehow. Somehow? I knew that Mike had been aggressive in publicizing next week, but so much that people would know me on the street?

"Down here", Mike said as he took some stairs that led to a bar where the music was making the walls rattle. And it was only 9 o'clock.

When we walked in, since it was still early, every fag in the place looked toward us. Was it me, or did their jaws drop a bit? It wasn't me. Their jaws DID drop a bit as if they were surprised to see me.

I looked around, not focusing on anything, as if oblivious. But I wasn't. I could feel all their eyes on me. Then my eyes did focus on something, It was me! Or at least it was me on posters all around the bar! My vacuous cum pig face, with vacant cum pig eyes were staring vacantly back at me. That explained the looks on the street and for sure the looks in the bar.

"Yup. He's real And next week is real. Hope to see you all there. With your friends. And their friends!". Mike turned on his heel and left and I followed

It was like that at every bar he took me to and there were about 8. He was advertising me. Or like you see in stores sometimes, "As advertised on TV!" Mike was taking me around to show that what they had seen on the net and heard over the grapevine was true. It wasn't gay bullshit for a change.

When we had toured all the bars, we went to the bath house where it was all to happen. It was nicer than other bath houses I've been in and the guy at the front desk wasn't a total snot like they usually are.

Mike said to him, "I'm the guy who booked the place for next Friday. I just want to show him the layout"

The other guy smiled and buzzed us in.

It was quite crowded and once again guys would look at me and do double takes. And again I saw posters of me staring vacantly from the walls. Mike led the way and soon we were in the sling room.

Mike said, "Wait here. I have to get something from the front desk. AND DON'T DO ANYTHING!"

As soon as he left guys started coming into the room and brushed up against me as they passed. I could feel their hard cocks and my knees nearly gave way which would have put me in the classic cocksucker position. I felt hands rub over my ass. I started to quiver with lust. I still had my sk8 board and I leaned on it for support. Someone started to lead me to one of the slings and I followed. I was about to tear off my clothes when there was a sharp, authoritative, "NO!!"

It was Mike of course, about 5 feet away, standing there holding a box. No one moved. These guys didn't want to be deprived of my ass, they were all hard, they knew who and what I was and they weren't going anywhere, at least not quietly.

"Look. You know when you were a kid and about 2 weeks before Christmas you couldn't wait to see your presents, so you went looking for them? Remember how it was fun to find them, but disappointing too once you did? It spoiled the surprise. The kid is going to be here next week. It will be worth the wait."

It was total bullshit, because next week they couldn't fuck my ass or mouth, but after a few moments, the crowd melted away.

"Whew". Mike said. "I didn't think they'd buy it!"

Neither did I. I wished they hadn't.

He put the box on the floor and opened it. As he did the guy from the front desk arrived with a step ladder.

"I'm not sure this is going to work, but I had a sling custom-made for you", Mike said as he got on the step ladder and unhooked the sling that was there from the ceiling. The sound of the chains rattling was intoxicating for some reason. But I wasn't prepared for my reaction to what came next. Mike started to thread his custom sling through the eye screws or whatever they're called. The sound of the metal links clinking against the metal hooks in the ceiling went through me like an electrical shock. I don't know what it was, but I nearly jumped out of my skin with lust. As the chains were pulled through the hooks I actually started to growl. It may have been because I knew the sling was made especially for me and what was going to happen when I was in it and that the day I was going to be in it was very close. It was all I could do to stop myself from going to the ground and howling like a wolf baying at the moon. I have never felt anything like it. It was like the effect of poppers, but without the amyl. I was breathing heavily through my mouth, and like I said I was growling like an animal. I WAS an animal.

After a few moments Mike noticed my behavior, and he stopped what he was doing. When the sound of the chains stopped, I settled down a bit. .It was totally bizarre and I felt like I was coming out of a trance or something. I've mentioned that Mike was no dummy. He assessed the situation and suddenly started to laugh.

"Pavlov's pig!!"

As I caught my breath, I thought he was probably right. But I also thought that in some perverse way it was like a condemned man in the old days watching as the scaffold where they would hang him was being built outside his prison cell. Each hammer blow, each saw cut must have sent a wave of despair through him. But with me, the sounds of the chains sent waves of lust though me. Both of us accepted what was to come, and both of us reacted intensely.

"Go ask the guy in front for a joint and go outside for a few minutes until you calm down"

I shook my head but I did leave. Eventually I found the lounge and plopped down on a big chair. I was still catching my breath. I wasn't on the verge of freaking anymore, but I was still like, whoa.

There were a couple of other guys in the lounge watching some fuck flick. I started to watch it too. It was some Euro porn and it wasn't very good. Apparently there are a lot of guys who like Euro bois, but I think they're just "gay for pay". They're not really into it and it shows. And there's no dialogue. Because they either can't speak English, or they have such heavy accents it's funny instead of hot. I'm not looking for Shakespeare, but... There's was one I saw where they obviously coached this kid, but as he is being plowed he's saying "Fack muh!," Nothing beats good old American porn, especially now that they don't ruin in with cheesy disco music and you can hear what's going on, and they don't say "Fack muh!"

"I bet you could teach them a thing or two, cum pig". The guy was about 45 and he was half smiling, half sneering, half hoping. I gave him a half smile back.

I think he assumed just a word or 2 to a pig like me and I would be ripping off his towel and scarfing down his cock. He had no idea how close to the truth he was. But I was under strict instructions not to give it away before next week.

My breathing had returned to normal so I got up and went back to the sling room. Mike had finished hanging his custom sling and it was swaying a bit when I entered and the way the lights sparkled on the stainless steel and highlighted the polished leather made me hard again.

Mike was looking at it as he stroked his chin. He looked undecided.

His back was to me and he said over his shoulder, "Take your clothes off and get in."

I pulled my tee over my head and then pulled off my shorts. The entire front of my gray boxer briefs were sopping with pre. I took them off and they landed with a "plop" on the floor like a wet swim suit. I left my shoes on. So I was there with my hard cock swaying back and forth with a strand of pre making its way to the floor as I walked to the sling. I turned around and backed into it. My hard cock poking at my belly button.

"I'm not sure this is going to work", he muttered under his breath, still stroking his chin. It was like he had built a deck in his back yard and he wasn't sure if it would be strong enough to support the barbeque.

Almost unconsciously he began to strap me in. I was hard already, but at the sound of the chains being rattled again, I went uber hard.

"We might have to go with the dentist's chair to have more skin exposure". He was still talking to himself.

Guys were coming into the room. They started to brush against Mike. He ignored them.

I was now in the sling and he began to adjust it. He said he had it custom made and so each little pull or tug on the chains put me in a slightly different position. My legs were spread just so. My head tilted back with another adjustment. Another tug and I was on my side. I was a puppet on his chain link string. My hard cock was flat against my flat sk8er boi tummy. A puddle of pre was gathering on part of my treasure trail. I was so horny I started to move around in the sling.

Then I said the most words in a row I had ever said to Mike. "Mike, I'm gonna cum!"

He just stood there.

No one had touched my cock so far that night. In fact no one had touched my cock for about 3 years, and it appeared no one was going to now.

But I hadn't cum in more than a month, and now my spooge was not going to be denied. Then Mike did something unexpected. He didn't touch me, but he leaned over and blew on the underside of my cock head. The warm air was just enough friction to bring my cum from my depths. I felt it climbing from my toes, although that couldn't be right, even though it felt that way. . It also seemed to be drawing itself in from my sling trapped arms. It seemed to drain from my head. All the extremities of my body, gathering and gaining force as the cum headed for my cock. I started to shake. The chains of the sling rattled in response. The pre was in free flow. All the cum had now gathered in my balls. I could feel them contracting against the top of my ass crack as they gathered steam. My cock was so hard, the skin where they had circumcised me was pulled so tight it was painful.

The crowd in the room got bigger. They were watching me helpless in the sling and helpless against the orgasm I was about to experience. My cock was still flat against my flat sk8er tummy.

Then Mike adjusted the sling a little bit so that I was at about a 45 degree angle. No one, not even me had touched my cock. It was going to spew entirely on its own. My breaths became even deeper. My toes started to curl. And that's when Mike shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose.

OH GOD!!! I wanted a mouth on my cock. I wanted my cock to be buried in a hot ass!! PLEASE jerk my cock. Or let ME jerk it!! But I was in a sling and couldn't move and no one in the crowd reached over to help me.

Then it came.

The fist spurt hit my chin, like a volcano exploding, but after that, the lava just poured out. My balls contracted sending the sperm up in pulsating gobs, one after the other. My cock jerked in response. The cum flowed and flowed, making its way as gravity dictated down the underside of my shaft to my balls, coating them with hot lava-cum. Even after the 5 orgasmic throbs, the cum kept coming. Oozing out and flowing down my shaft. It was pure white. And thick. And contrasted with the red of my cock.

I sagged in the sling. I was totally spent.

Mike quietly took a spoon and gathered up all the cum and put it in what looked like a tapered laboratory tube.

"Anyone else wanna contribute?" I could vaguely hear him ask.

"Especially if you can't be here next week. It would be nice if you gave him something to remember you by. Cum in the bottle. I'm gonna put it in a freezer and make a devil's dick".

In nano seconds there was a line up guys who wanted to jerk into the test tube.

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I don't know how I made it through the week. . I kept thinking of those guys lining up to cum in a tube; guys who I had made hard. The thought of even more guys lining up to cum on me meant that I had a week-long boner by the time Friday arrived. That boner was aided and abetted by the thought of the "devil's dick", and what Mike was going to do with it.

We got to the bath house at about 7:30. All the publicity said that the cum pig would be ready at 9. But when we got there, there was a line-up already. Not out the door, of course. No one wants to be caught dead lining up OUTSIDE a bath house. Someone from work might recognize them. But the line-up reached the door, so there were about 15 guys waiting to get in. It seems the guy at the desk didn't want to let them in for free so early. The deal was they had to say they had a package for the cum pig and they would be buzzed in. But the cum pig wouldn't be ready until 9. The guy at the desk had a point in balking at the early arrivals: they would have an hour and a half of free fucking before the main event. They might even leave before then. Eventually he let them in, but he also let them know he wasn't happy about it. When we reached the window, there were another 15 guys lined up behind us and he was in a real grizzly mood. But that changed when he recognized Mike. It was the same guy as last week.

"Hey!", he said with a smile.

"Hey dude", Mike replied, also smiling.

The clerk looked at me, "So tonight's the big night", he said. "Or at least one of them!" His smile got even bigger as he turned from me to Mike and winked. Like I said before, he wasn't a snot like so many of them are. He was just making conversation. At least I think he was.

We were buzzed in, and we picked up our key and towels. The place was almost packed with guys. Steady flows of towel clad men passed each other in opposite directions in all the corridors we took to get to our room. And they all recognized me. The room we were assigned was much bigger than most. It had a king size bed instead of a wannabe cot and there were a couple of monitors instead of just one.

"You wanna chill for a while?" Mike asked indicating the bed.

I shook my head. If he thought I could sleep, he was crazy. The adrenalin was rushing through me. I was actually shaking. More like shivering. I thought this what it must be like for the contenders in a prize fight just before they step into the ring: the crowd gathering outside; the excitement building; the uncertainty of the outcome.

Mike sparked up and handed me the spliff. I don't normally smoke even ordinary cigarettes but I took a deep toke, hoping it would settle me down

"I got a few things to check out", Mike said and left.

He had decided to go with the sling and not the dentist's chair. He said the chair would be too "clinical"; that a sling would be 10 times more raunchy. "And", he said, "That's what it's all about, isn't it -- raunch!"

A moment later I heard the chains being threaded through the hooks. Not quite as electrifying as the week before, still, they had an incredible effect on me.

But the pot was taking a slight hold and I didn't howl at the moon this time.

Mike told me he expected 100 guys minimum would show up tonight. There would be quite a few married guys at first, he said. They would have spent a couple of hours in a bar somewhere, which they usually did on a Friday night after work, and then they'd come to the bath house which they also usually did on a Friday night, then they'd head home to the wife and kids in the suburbs. Mike said they'd probably surprise their wives and be home earlier than usual after dumping their loads on me right away instead of walking the halls for an hour or 2 looking for a hook up. He also said married guys don't go to bath houses on Saturday night.

After the married guys and whatever others left, he said it would quiet down a bit until about 11 when more guys would arrive on their way to the clubs. He said they would probably just unzip,

cum and go. And when the bars closed he expected

a big crowd.

At about 5 or 6 I could get some sleep.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it a

crack.

"Danny?" a small voice asked.

I nodded.

"I'm Chase. Mike must have told you about me".

It was the "fluffer".

I nodded again and opened the door. He came in He was very, very cute, if you like them that way. He looked even better than in his pix. Small, streaked hair, violet eyes and a pouty mouth, yes, but there was a shyness about him that was totally out of character for what he was -- the warm up act for a cum pig. I wondered if Mike made a mistake getting someone so cute. The guys might just dump their loads in the fluffer instead of on me.

Chase sat down on the bed while I remained standing.

"Dude, I'm sooooo nervous. I'm not sure I can go through with it. I nearly didn't come tonight.".

I didn't say anything.

He took a closer look at me now that his eyes had become accustomed to the dark.

"I'm glad I did though. You're totally hot!", He smiled.

Fuck! He looked like one of those teenaged heart throbs you see smiling on the front pages of magazines they sell at the 7- 11. I mean he didn't look like Zac Ephron or Jesse McCartney, but he was that kind of cute.

He continued. "I mean it's not like we're going to get in on or anything ourselves, but it will be hot to get guys ready for a cute boi like you. And after, maybe we COULD get it on together ourselves." There was that smile again.

No, this does not end with me and him falling madly in love and living happily ever after. Just so you know.

I heard a key in the lock and Mike stepped in.

"Hey Chase. I see you've met Danny."

"Hi Mike, Yeah. He's hawt!".

"Do you guys want to take a shower before we

start?"

"I just had one like 5 minutes ago", Chase didn't want to but I did. I was clean, but I knew I wasn't going to be clean again for a long time, so yeah. I wanted to take a shower. I started to take my clothes off.

Chase watched and said, "Maybe I should too"

"OK", said Mike. "I'll stand guard outside the shower stall because these guys will be all over you like white on rice."

I watched as Chase stripped. Again I was uneasy that he would ruin everything because he was so cute.

Mike must have read my mind. "Yeah he's pretty fucken hot! The guys are gonna love him. Don't be too upset if a few of them give HIM their loads instead of you!" He laughed. I didn't.

"Are you worried about that?" Mike laughed again. Again I didn't, so he turned serious.

"Danny, you're the star! It's your show. The guys who cum in Chase won't be a part of the biggest cum fest of all time, never to be repeated. I call it a "cumapalooza" for a reason. Unless they get hard again and spooge you, they will have missed out on being a part of gay sex history!!!"

I felt better.

"OK wrap your towels around you and let's go."

Mike went first, then Chase and I closed the door behind us. Mike plowed the road ahead of us. But there were hands all over us anyway as we headed for the shower.

There were 3 guys in the stall, and Mike stuck his head in.

"Hey guys, do you mind being as quick as you can so Danny and his friend here can take a shower?" He asked with that disarming smile of his and the 3 guys couldn't rinse off and dry themselves fast enough, leaving the stall free.

Chase and I went in and draped our towels over 2 shower heads that weren't being used. I faced the wall, stood to the side and turned on the tap, adjusting it until the water was just right. Then I stepped into the water and let it pour over my body. I tilted my head back and let it splash on my face and rinse my hair. In that position, my hips were thrust out and forward. I stepped back and let the water pour all over my pubes, and over my cock and balls. I turned around to see Chase on the opposite side of the stall in the same position I was a few seconds before; head tilted back, hips forward and one other thing. -- his ass was clenched. I guess mine had been clenched too a few moments ago, but did it look that hot? Then he turned around and was facing me.

The water had made his carefully styled hair lay flat against his head. You couldn't see the blond highlights anymore. His hair was the same color as his pubes now. Very dark, almost black. His pubes were a surprise. He had some. Guys like him usually shave or trim their pubes. Chase didn't. Actually I don't think he had to. They were neat and tidy on their own.

Someone had left a tube of Axe in the shower. My brand too: Phoenix. I took it and approached Chase. I took his hand and pulled him out of the water. Then I squeezed a big glob of the gel into my right hand and started applying it all over his body. It was obvious he had had a shower not that long ago. With no sweat or dirt, huge amounts of foam formed on his tight body. I added more and more of the Axe and lathered him up. He giggled a bit, grabbed the Axe and did the same to me. But gently, almost lovingly. No one had ever caressed me in quite that way, and I found that I liked it. All of a sudden I wanted us to be just 2 bois hot for each other and go away somewhere.

I soon snapped out of that bullshit.

I pushed Chase back under the water, I joined him and within seconds we were both rinsed and squeaky clean. We grabbed our towels, dried off and left the shower to be greeted by a wall of men, most of whom had tented their towels, or were stroking their cocks or both. I thought. "hmm.. seeing 2 teens in the shower seemed to affect them somehow". I don't have a sense of humor, but I chuckled at my own little joke. .

Mike plowed the way again, through the forest of men, to our room. He unlocked the door quickly, pushed us in, and closed the door behind him.

"Wow", he said. "Are they ever primed!"

He started to act like a coach.

"OK. I want this to be professional looking. Danny, there's a spotlight on the sling. But only on the sling. Outside the sling it will be very dark. There is a fuck bench just outside of the spotlight so it will be in the dark. But every now and then, and it's very random, a strobe will flash. It might flash once, and then 45 seconds later again. Or it might flash once then 2 minutes later flash again, and again and again; a half second apart, if that. So Chase, someone could be fucking you unseen, then all of a sudden be on full display. What I would REALLY like, is for you to crawl among their legs like a cat. Lick someone's cock and move on. Lick someone's ass and move on. Or suck a guy for a few seconds. Then lead him to the fuck bench. Or lead him to Danny. Use your imagination. Be as horny as you can. If a guy is gonna cum, I'd prefer it if he came in your ass and not your mouth. But, meh, cum happens, to borrow a phrase, so go with the flow to borrow another phrase. I thought about introducing you as "the fluffer", and I know that's what all the advertising says, but now I want you to sneak in. Like a cat. All of a sudden a guy feels a hot mouth on his cock and all of a sudden his doesn't. To borrow one more phrase, I think you'll be able to cut the air with a knife.

"Danny, our job is to get as many loads on you as possible. Period. The sling is lower than you might expect, since no one will be fucking you. It's low so the guys can shoot ON you and not UP on you. That would only waste a lot of cum. Trust me. I've thought this through. The cum will fall on you naturally.

"Now most guys will want to cum on your face. Fuck, ALL the guys will want to cum on your face! So the sling is designed so that I can keep your head and face out of their cock shot range. And that's how we'll start. Your head will be up and your feet will be down. I don't know the angle degrees, but your legs and crotch should get covered first. Some of the cum, a lot of the cum will drip off. There are pails at the end of your feet to start. Your angle will mean that's where most of the cum will head. There is a hole in the bottom of the pails so the cum can ooze into a glass vial. It's sort of the reverse of tapping maple trees. Instead of a small tap into a big pail. It's a big pail into a small tap.

"So. Ready?" Neither Chase or I said anything so Mike said, "OK Chase, give us a few minutes. The way I figure it Danny will get about 20 loads real quick. You may wanna see that, by the way, and feel free, but otherwise, wait until he gets the easy ones out of the way before you go to work"

Mike opened the door and we walked out. He had underestimated the crowd. There must have been 25 guys waiting outside out room alone. As we walked toward the sling room all the walls were lined with guys. Every one of them looked married. Soccer dads and hockey dads and other dads who were expected home before 10 o'clock were lined up to cum on the cum pig.

I don't judge.

When we got to the sling room, it was just as Mike had said: a circle of light on a sling that no guy had ever used before. The stainless steel chains sparkled.

We approached the sling and Mike turned me around to face most of the crowd. It was at a normal sling level, which surprised me, because Mike had said it would be lower. He had thought of everything. At its normal height I could just slip into it. Lowered, it might have made for some awkwardness as I tried to get in it. Totally not hot.

He made a show of it, mostly for my benefit I thought. Sling links have never made such noise as in the hands of Mike, and he milked it. Finally, it was ready, and he pushed me into it. I lay back. There was a leather saddle to hold my ass. He got between my legs, took one of them and chained it. As he moved to my other leg, he brushed my ass with his hand. Then he chained that one. So now my legs were spread.

The sound of the chains being rattled was sooooo hot, I started to leak pre.

I thought I heard a couple guys whisper, "Hurry up!"

Other than that there wasn't a sound except for the chains as Mike started to trap my arms. When he was done, he pulled on the main chains and my legs went up as my head went back. The clinking links almost drove me crazy.

There I was. Chained to a sling. Legs up. Head down. About 100 guys in a bath house waiting.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the first and only Cumapalooza", Mike said.

"No one has ever tried this before, and I doubt anyone will ever again. They may try, but they will fail. First, they'll never find a kid this cute willing to do it".

Some guys started to clap. With my legs up and head down, the blood was rushing to my face, but I think I would have blushed anyway.

"And second& there IS no second. They'll never find a kid this cute willing to do it!"

Now the applause was louder.

"But I have!!" Now they were really clapping.

What is it with the guys I meet? He was like Shannon with this speech and drama.

All of a sudden there was a blur and a hot mouth on my semi hard cock. My pre was sucked away in less than a nano second. And almost as quickly the cock was off my cock and whoever it was disappeared.

I was like, "wtf!"

"That, gentlemen, was our fluffer!", Mike told the crowd. And me!

The little prick. He was ad libbing! And in such a horny way.

"Just in case you need him", Mike said with a chuckle. And with a bit of admiration too, I thought.

"I was going to spooge him first, but that's a bit like insider trading, so who wants to be the first in the one and only Cumapalooza?"

"Me!"

It was only a monosyllable, but I thought I recognized the voice, which then said. "For old time's sake!"

OMG it was Gerry Kelly!!

"Get his head down where I can where I can reach it with my cum!"

I knew Mike didn't want that, but I heard the chains being adjusted and soon my head was lowered.

Gerry then took his cock in his hand and beat my face a few times.

"Well, well, well", he said with that same sneer I remembered from when we were both 13. "Why am I not surprised this is the way you ended up?"

He proceeded to jerk slowly over my face. He was now a full grown thug, and his cock was a bit bigger, but he was basically the same.

He turned his head and talked to the crowd.

"This guy gave me his ass when he was 13. 12 guys from his sk8er crew had a bukkake party with his face as the guest of honor a few weeks later!"

I was beet red with embarrassment. And maybe angrier than I had ever been in my life. . I'm usually very chill, but this was so unfair. What he said was only half true, if that. I didn't give him my ass. He raped me. And that "bukkake party" wasn't much better. But there I was in sling in a bath house with posters all over town inviting guys to cum all over me, so I literally was in no position to argue.

"He used to be really good at sucking cock when he was 13. He's probably amazing now. Open wide Danny like a good boy!"

This wasn't going according to Mike's plan at all and he finally spoke up.

"No sucking! You can cum on him but that's it. If you need help getting hard there's a fluffer!"

Gerry laughed derisively. "As if I need help getting hard!" And he flourished his rock hard cock to prove it.

He picked up his stroking speed.

"Remember what it was like Danny? You on your knees in the boys' room at school sucking me like a lollipop? Remember how you would roll my cum around in your mouth before you swallowed??

My own cock throbbed twice as the blood rushed to it.

Gerry noticed that and said, "Yeah. Making you hard thinking about it. This is just like the old days, Danny. You want it just as much as you did then. Gonna cum on your face just like I did when you were 13."

I could sense hard cocks being stroked all over the room at Gerry's hot talk.

"Yeah you were a good little cocksucker then. And look at you now; a total cum pig, and you're not even 20!!"

Someone in the crowd whispered, "Holy shit!"

Gerry said, "Yeah. Just look at him! Posters all over town inviting people to dump their loads on him! If he's like that now, imagine what's he'll be like when he's 30!" He continued to stroke his cock, but a bit faster.

"But I wanted to be the first tonight, just like I was back then. Gonna cum on your face and mark you. Again. Just like then. Remind you of what it was like to be my personal cock slut. Because that's what you were then, and that's what you are now!!"

As he said "that's what you are now", spacing out the words, the cum erupted from his cock. With each word there was a spurt of cum; five globs landed on my face before it slowed to a trickle, which he wiped on my lips. .

Suddenly there were gasps as guys in the room went over the top.

Mike yelled out, "Don't waste it! Spooge on the pig!!' Spooge on the pig!!"

There must have been 10 or 15 guys crowding around me All of a sudden I could feel their warm cum falling on me, over me. OH G O D!! If you have ever been rained on by cum, you know what I mean. If not, it's indescribable really. All these drops of man juice landing on you; all these guys making the cum sounds. I was soooo glad I was a cum pig!!

Then my body was being thwacked by softening cocks as they tried to get the last drops of their cum on me. Next there were a few solo guys, then maybe 2 or 3 at a time. But there was a steady stream of guys and the cum was non stop for about 3 minutes. After that steady stream, I'd get a load every few seconds. Some guys aimed for my cock and that felt soooo fine when they succeeded.

When Gerry spooged my face none of his cum had gone in my eyes, so I could see. Now that the initial cum shower was over, I could see as each guy stepped into the spot light, finish jacking his cock, spray me, thwack me to get the last drops out and leave.

There was no way I could keep count but I thought it must be about 50 loads in the first 10 minutes. If there were 100 guys in the bath house when we arrived as Mike estimated, that meant there were another 50 to go.

If Gerry wanted proof that I was everything he said I was, he had it. There I was; strung up in a bath house with 50 loads on me. I thought he would come back to mock me, but he didn't. I wasn't sure what had happened to him, but I didn't really care.

I did wonder for a moment what he was doing so far from our home town, but only for a moment.

Mike came up to me. "What an ass hole!"

I smiled through my cum coated lips; lips coated with Gerry's cum.