This is a true story of what happened to me while I was in college. This ocurred in 1989, not too much about AIDS was known then. Had I have known back then what I know now, I would never have done this. However, this is one of the most fulfilling events that have taken place in my life, and I only wish I could do it whenever I wished.
This story involves alcohol, pot, and unprotected sex. If any of this offends you, please do not read any further.
I was a 19 year old freshman in 1989 attending college at Butler University in Indianapolis. I was on my way home to Minneapolis for the Thanksgiving break. I hadn't been home yet that year as it was a fairly significant drive so I was really looking forward to being back at home. I headed to the bank to get some money for the trip home and then headed back to the dorm room to pack my things. I said good bye to all my buddies and headed out for the long trip home. It was now about 6:00 in the evening but I thought I'd drive the whole night and crash once I got to my parents house.
I got to the other side of the Chicago area when it was time to gas up. It was about 8:30 now. I found a rather large truck stop with a restaurant and a small inn on the lot. I pulled in to the gas station and filled up my car and then started looking for the bank envelope of money that I had withdrawn earlier. I searched and searched but could not find it anywhere. After about 10 minutes of searching I knew I must have left it back at the dorm room. I had 3 dollars in my wallet and my gas came to $18.50. Being a freshman in college, I didn't have any credit cards either. I knew I had to go into the gas station and tell them what happened and hoped that they would be understanding and maybe have a way for me to repay it.
The cashier was a tall, about 6'4" black man that had quite an athletic build and a shaved head. He had one of those tribal band tattoos around his bicep. He was at most 23 years old. He had a few customers that he was waiting on so I just kept walking up and down the aisles until the station was empty. I kept watching the black stud. I mostly had sex with women these days but I had a few experiences with men too. During high school, a friend of mine and I would suck each other off. It wasn't until college when a frat guy got me drunk that I first experience a cock in my ass. I ended up getting it a few more times from that same frat guy. However I had never messed around with a black guy before, yet this guy was turning me on.
The store was clear now. I swallowed hard and walked up to the cashier. I said, "Buddy, I have a problem. I filled up my car with gas and then realized that I had left my money envelope back at my dorm room in Indianapolis." He smiled at me and told me that I would need to go talk to the manager who was in room number 1 of the Inn that was on the lot. He winked at me and told me good luck.
I headed to the Inn to talk to the manager. He must have been called by the black stud because I no sooner knocked when the door opened. He was a blondish-brown haired guy, had the sides of his head shaved close and the top cut squarely. He was about 6'2" and probably weighed about 175 pounds. He was quite hot! He had a tank top on and a pair of umbro shorts and white socks. The women I was attracted to tend to be about my height or taller. I'm about 5'9, 140 pounds. The men I am attracted to tend to be much taller and heavier. He certainly fit the mold!
I told the manager that the gas station cashier sent me to talk to him about the gas money I owed. He told me to come on in. He introduced himself as Matt. He got me a Coke while I explained to him that I left my money back at the dorm room and was on my way to Minneapolis for the Thanksgiving break. He asked me if I had to be home in the morning. I said no and that my intentions were to leave the next day anyway but all my buddies at school had left so I thought I'd go ahead and leave tonight. He said that a buddy of his was suppose to come over and drink and watch the Chicago Bulls play the Lakers. He told me if I would stay and watch the game and drink with him that he'd pay the bill. He asked me if I drank. I replied, "I'm a freshman in college, of course I drink." He smiled.
He pulled a tank top and a pair of boxers from the drawer and told me I looked like I need to take a shower and cool off to get the nerves out of my stomach. He was right. My stomach was all knotted up because of the situation I was in. I headed into the shower while he went to the gas station to settle my bill.
When I got out of the shower he asked me if I ever did shots and if I liked Goldshlager. I said yes to both. I really loved Goldshlager. It is a cinnamon schnapps that had gold looking flakes floating around in it. He poured me some in a small glass and I downed it immediately. It tasted so good! He said "Damn, boy! You must really like that stuff." I said "You bet I do", and he poured me another. I ended up having 5 shots of Goldshlager before he finished his first Bud Light.
He reached back into the drawer of the dresser and pulled out a joint. He looked at me and asked if I smoked pot. I told him I never had yet but that I was curious. He said that the pot he had was really mild and would be the best kind to start with. He showed me how to take a drag of the thin joint and that I was to take a deep breath to fill up my lower lungs and to hold it in as long as possible. He told me it would take about 3 of these joints to get me baked, but that he liked the edge that they gave him. He handed me the joint and I inhaled a deep breath off the joint and could feel it fill my lungs full of the smoke. I had a hard time keeping myself from coughing but I did. I let out the smoke and didn't feel a thing. He told me it takes a lot of this kind of pot to feel it.
I took about 8 big, deep drags of the joint within the next five minutes and started to feel the effects. He smiled at me and said, "It feels good doesn't it." I smiled my agreement and he told me to take about 6 or so more drags of the joint and that would finish it off. He poured me another small glass of Goldschlager. I finished off the joint and downed the shot and started feeling really, really good. Although Matt looked really good when I first saw him, he was looking more fine by the minute. I wanted his cock so bad that I was aching.
Matt smiled at me and said, "Are you ready to earn that gas money?" I asked him what he had in mind. He pulled out 4 leather belt-like cuffs from his drawer and asked if it was ok if he put him on. Although I was somewhat objecting to it, he had them on my ankles and wrists in no time. He told me to stand up and to straddle the corner of the foot of the bed so that one knee was touching the side edge of the bed and the other was touching the foot edge. I did but he told me to do it on the other corner of the bed so that my back was to the door to the room. I stood straddling the foot of the bed while he got on his knees and pulled something from under the bed and connected it to the ring on the ankle cuff. He did the same to the other ankle. He stood up directly behind me, wrapped his arms around me and started grinding his crotch in my ass. He started licking and kissing my neck and his hands roamed all over the front of my body. He felt so good!
At this point I still had the tank top and boxer short on so I didn't know what he was going to do. He poured another shot for me, came up behind me and put the glass to my mouth. I eagerly finished it off. He leaned me forward until I fell onto the bed. Whatever was attached to my ankle cuffs kept my lower legs from moving so I was forced to bend at the hips while I was laying down on the bed straddling the corner. My ass was right at the corner and my dick and balls were now under me which was a little uncomfortable. He must have known because he pulled them out from under me so that my cock was pointing down to the floor. He went to the corner of the bed that I was now facing and pulled out a rope. He threaded it through the 2 metal rings on the wrist cuffs and pulled it back tight up to the top corner of the bed and secured it. For the first time I realized that there was a full length mirror leaning in the corner near the bed. I could see what position I was in and it was a very vulnerable position that he had me in. I didn't care. I was so drunk, high and horny right then that I would have done anything he wanted me to.
He got behind me, put his crotch in my ass, laid on top of me and whispered "are you ready to earn your gas money from me?" into my ear. I said, "I'm ready to earn that and more!" He told me I was a good boy and walked over to the drawer and took out a pair of scissors.
He got behind me again and proceeded to cut off the boxers and then the tank top. He walked back over to the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and pumped some into his hand and started lubing up his cock. I said, "You will use a condom, right?". He replied, "With a condom, you only earn 10 dollars. Bareback you will earn the $18.50 that you need. Which do you want?"
He was right. I needed the full amount. I told him I wanted it bareback and he told me I was a good boy again. I felt him lube up my ass and was anticipating feeling a finger slide in but it didn't happened. He positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole and told me to relax. He slowly started pushing his cock in me and I groaned and told him he was hurting me. He said he knew it hurt a little but that he liked the tight feel of an unopened ass and told me to clamp down on his cock with my ass and that the pain would go away soon. Although it hurt for a little bit, he was right, the pain had left and my moans were now of pleasure. He started pumping me harder and faster and leaned over and told me how good my tight, wet, warm ass felt to his cock. All I could do was moan my pleasure. The frat boy back at school never felt this good. I was in ecstasy. He leaned over again and asked me if I wanted to earn some more money. I said "Fuck yeah buddy!" He said "Good boy" to me again and then started pumping fast and hard. It felt so good!
I could tell he was getting close because of how vocal he was getting. It was hot watching the stud ride me in the mirror. He asked me if I was ready to be flooded with cum and I told him to go for it. His moans got loader and loader until I saw his body start to jerk in the mirror. He yelled, "Take it buddy, take my cum, milk the cum from my cock." I could feel his cock pumping me full of his juice. He collapsed exhausted on top of me, his cock going limp, but still in my ass. He whispered into my ear, "Good boy, you paid off your gas debt, now let's get you some money". I didn't know what he meant. He got up, poured another shot and had me down it. He picked up the phone and made a call. I could hear him talk about if it was busy and how much gas was sold, so I assumed he was talking to the black stud at the station. Then Matt said, "Well, I've got the boy ready, get the calls made." It kind of startled me, but I didn't know what he meant.
Matt lit up another joint and asked if I wanted a puff. I wanted it so bad and he let me take all the drags I wanted. It was kind of hard to get my lungs full due to the position I was in, but I succeeded. Getting an ass full of cum always feels good, but being high and drunk and getting your ass filled was fucking hot!
It wasn't but a few seconds after I finished off the joint that I heard a knock at the door. Matt answered it and a tall full-beared guy who was probably in his mid 30's walked in, shook Matt's hand and said, "How you doing Matt?". Matt said pretty good and the tall guy said that he could see why. He pulled out his wallet, handed Matt some money but I couldn't tell how much, and then started undoing his belt and taking off his clothes. I asked Matt what was going on and he said we were earning some money. It didn't sink in that he had said that "WE" were earning some money. I told him I didn't think it was a good idea but by this time the guy had his cock lubed and at the entrance to my hole and I started to moan my approval.
This guy must have been a little more hung than Matt because I could feel the difference. He was pumping me hard and fast when another knock came at the door. While the first guy rode me hard, the second guy shook Matt's hand, handed him some money too and stripped naked.
It wasn't long before the first guys started moaning louder and I could feel his cock shooting his sperm deep inside my ass. I kind of wished he would have fucked me longer because it felt so good, but it didn't matter. Almost as soon as he pulled his cock out of me, the second guy had his inside me. This guy didn't lube up his cock before hand, although it didn't matter at this point because I had enough juice inside me. The first guy got dressed and I saw him sign a sheet of paper and then tell Matt thanks and he left. At the next knock I saw a young short boy walk in, he had to have been younger than me, maybe 17 or 18. He talked to Matt but I didn't see any exchange of money. While the 2nd guy fucked me, the young boy stripped naked and got on the bed so that his crotch was near my head and he started jacking off. Matt told me that I needed to let the young boy shoot his load in my mouth, but that I didn't have to swallow it. I told him ok.
It didn't take the boy long before he presented his cock to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him until he fed me his load. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I was about ready to spit out his come when he quickly covered my mouth with his hands, looked into my eyes and said, "I think you want to swallow my cum." I looked at Matt and Matt said, "He wants you to swallow it". I didn't and Matt told the young boy that it looked like he'd have to make me swallow it. The boy kept my mouth tightly covered and pinched my nose shut. He looked in my eyes and told me if I swallowed he'd let me breath again. After about 30 seconds, I had to swallow his cum so that I could breath again. At about the same time, the guy fucking me filled me to the guts with his huge load. I knew some of it had to be running down my leg. Both the guy and the boy got up, dressed, signed the sheet and took off. Matt asked if I need a drink to wash the cum taste out of my mouth and I said please. He poured some GoldSchlagel into a bigger glass and had me drink all of it.
After about 10 minutes, I felt as if I was on the edge of passing out. A knock at the door came and in walked 3 young black men. They didn't say a word. They just handed money to Matt, took off their clothes and the first one immediately went to work on my ass. I had never had black cock before, but at this point, I didn't care what color it was. He fucked me for a few minutes, then pulled out and let one of his buddy's take a turn. The room started spinning for me and I knew I was going to be passing out soon. The Goldschlagel, the pot and all the fucking was getting to me and I wasn't going to be awake much longer.
I awoke the next morning still tied in the same position and still with a cock pumping my ass. I looked up in the mirror to see the black stud from the gas station. He must have been hung like a horse, it kind of hurt when it was all the way in and it must have been very thick. My ass was hurting. I couldn't tell if it hurt because of the black stud or because it was overused and abused all through the night.
The black stud pumped his load in my ass for what seemed like 2 minutes. His load was massive. I could feel it in my ass.
He got up, signed the sheet of paper and told Matt that he'd see him later. Matt asked me how I felt. I told him I was so fucking sore! He said that I should be. He untied me and told me to take a shower. I knew the first thing I was going to do was to take a shit. I sat on the stool and liquid poured out of my ass for what seemed like forever. I knew a little of it was lube, but that the bulk was a mixture of cum from all the guys. I felt sleazy and took a long, hot shower.
When I got out of the bathroom Matt was standing there. He told me I was one fucking good boy and that he was proud of me. He handed me 3 crisp one hundred dollar bills and a sheet of paper. I was shocked. I couldn't believe he gave me $300. I asked him what the paper was. He said that was a list of all the guys who shot their loads in me that night. It had 13 names on it. I couldn't believe that many guys fucked me and shot their cum in me. I asked him why most of them had the number 1 next to their names, a few had 2, and one had 3 next to theirs. He said that is the number of loads I took from them. I notice the name with 3 by it was Matt and asked if it was him and he said yes! I told him I needed to go and asked if I could stop by again and he said most certainly!
I headed back to Minneapolis with a huge smile on my face, $300 dollars in my pocket, and one hell of a sore ass! I have not slept with a woman since then.