Where's Willy?
By Sebastian Fforde
(MM, oral)
This story is completely fiction. Well, most of it is, anyway. If you aren't interested in reading the kind of sexually explicit stories you might find on Nifty, then you can stop right now. But if you ARE interested, then read on.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
Chapter 3
Now that I had decided to serve as a replacement for the missing Willy, I couldn't get the abandoned drive-in out of my head. I'd be sitting in class and I'd find myself daydreaming about going to the drive-in.
I developed this submissive jack-off fantasy centered around the drive-in. In the fantasy, I'd be waiting at the drive-in concession stand, on my knees, waiting to suck off any guy that wanted it. That would be the thrill – I would be a cocksucking slut and in the fantasy I would have to submit to every man who wanted to shoot his load down my throat, no matter what he looked like. Young, old, fat, slim, handsome, ugly, I'd service them all with pleasure.
In reality, it wasn't like that. There were some guys I just HAD to refuse; they were so ugly or frightening. Once or twice I thought I might get raped or mugged.
But still, it amazed me that men actually did make their way to the concession stand to find Willy. Not a lot of people, but still there would be on average two or three guys who would come every Saturday looking for Willy to suck their cocks. I figured one guy might have stumbled on Willy by accident and then told all of his friends.
Most of the guys were middle-aged, average Joe types. The kind of guys you would never suspect of doing this kind of thing. But occasionally there were some really hot guys, and I tried to suck them all off.
I also wondered about the kind of people that looked for sex in places like that. Most of the guys seemed fairly straight acting, and a lot of the men wore wedding rings. They were mostly guys you'd never suspect would be into that kind of thing. I started to imagine what would happen if I actually ran into someone I knew at the old drive in.
I didn't have to imagine it for very long. About a month after I started servicing guys I did in fact have a chance to service some guys I had gone high school with. It was a little bit awkward, to say the least.
On that day, I peeked into the concession stand and there they were – Jack, Everett and Ted. In junior high they were some of the worst bullies in the school, but by high school they had mellowed out to being just plain jerks. Still I was a bit afraid of them.
Hesitantly, I stepped into the doorway. I never ran in the same circles with those guys and it was possible that they wouldn't recognize me.
"Hey," Ted called out. "Where's Willy?"
"I-I-I'm Willy."
"No you're not!" Everett corrected me. "You're uh, what's-yer-name, um, Bartholomew, right?"
I didn't bother correcting him. "Yeah, but I go by Willy when I, you know, meet guys here. I don't want to give out my real name."
"I don't blame you," Jack added. "If I was you I wouldn't want no one knowing I was a cocksucking faggot!"
"Hey, you gonna blow all three of us?"Jack asked.
"I'll try."
I walked over to where the three guys were standing. They stood side by side and allowed me to pull down their zippers. Soon I was facing three hard cocks, two of which were already leaking pre-cum, all of their owners demanding attention. I took the Jack and Ted's big cocks in my hands and felt a shiver of excitement run through me as I started to lick Everett's throbbing cock in the middle. I started by jacking the other two guys off, getting their cocks and my hands slick with pre-cum.
Everett's beautiful cock immediately sprang to attention. I began licking it like a lollipop and was soon rewarded with an approving groan along with plenty of pre-cum. I took his big head into my mouth and began to lick and suck it while I continued to jack off the other guys.
Then I started alternately licking the pre-cum off each cock and then working my way up and down each shaft, trying to give equal time to each guy. Apparently I was doing a good job as I heard moans of approval from all three bullies. Soon, however, they became impatient with the stroking and licking and wanted me to take their cocks into my warm mouth.
I went down on my knees, Ted's cock right in front of me. I could smell the scent of his sweaty boy musk. I started sniffing the air, inhaling his aroma. The scent was driving me crazy. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to play with it, jacking off Everett with my free hand. I watched his cock get closer and closer to my mouth. I opened wide.
I felt the head of his cock slide into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head and started nursing on it. His dick head felt so good, so natural in my mouth. I started to taste the pre-cum that started flowing from his cock. The taste in my mouth made me suck on his cock head that much more. I felt Ted push forward, more of his cock sliding into my mouth.
I could taste his skin and smell his crotch at the same time. The scent of his balls and the taste of his pre-cum was driving me insane.
I took a break from Ted and turned my attention to Jack. I pulled his piss-stained jockey shorts down so I could have better access to his thick, fat cock. I lovingly polished his huge cockhead and wiggled my tongue in his piss-slit. He moaned.
I went down on him greedily for a few minutes before I noticed that my knees were starting to hurt. I let go of his cock and stood up.
"Let's all go over there," I said, pointing to the filthy mattress.
Now that I was kneeling on the mattress I was prepared, and was able to give each of them the full treatment. I wanted to bring them off as quickly as possible, but I could tell that they wanted it to last.
I tried every variation – sucking one and jacking two, sucking two and jacking one, but sucking all three at once was virtually impossible. I started to lose track of whose cock was in my mouth at any given moment.
Obviously they knew I was trying to finish them off quickly, since they would frequently push the top of my head and pop their cocks out of my mouth to get a breather and prolong the blowjob. When they reinserted their cocks I sucked that much harder and massaged their erections with my tongue, sucking in my cheeks for maximum contact.
Soon, however, I could tell that they were ready to cum. They no longer yanked their cocks out of my mouth, but allowed me to give them all that I had as I switched from one to the other.
Everett drove his cock deep into my throat and held it there. Then he moaned and let loose a flood of cum. Then he pulled his cock out, saving the last few spurts for my face, hitting me on the lips, cheeks and forehead.
I gasped and took a breath. One down, two to go!
I began sucking Jack more vigorously while stroking Ted's cock. Everett was wiping his own cock off. I soon discovered that Jack liked to give it to me rough. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head down on his cock. I gagged and tried to pull off of his cock, but he wouldn't let me. He began thrusting wildly with his hips. Every time he'd hit the back of my throat I'd gag, and tears began streaming down my cheeks.
Jack shoved his cock in my mouth again and rested his hands against the wall. He began thrusting deep into my throat as though he was doing pushups against the wall. I choked and gagged, tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I wasn't going to try to stop him.
Trying to keep his cock in my mouth was like riding a bucking bronco. He thrust so hard that my head started banging into the wall a little bit. He didn't care. When he started thrusting faster, I started to feel good. I felt good because I knew the ordeal would soon be over, and I felt good because I eagerly awaited Jack's cum.
"Almost there, `Willy'. You'll taste my cum in just a second!" he exclaimed.
I felt his cock swell up in my mouth some. And then my mouth was flooded with his hot sperm. It tasted wonderful, salty and tangy. My mouth was now filled with cumshot number two.
I saved Ted for last. He was the most difficult one to suck. His cock wasn't quite as big as the other boys', but it was much harder than theirs had been. Maybe he was more excited, I thought. I held it in my hand and began teasing the head with my tongue. Ted took my hand and pulled it away. I began taking as much of it in my mouth as I could, but felt the instinctive need to grab the shaft with my hand again while I sucked the head.
"Yeah, `Willy', that feels so good! Wrap your lips a bit tighter around my cock," Ted encouraged me. "And take your hands away. Use your mouth only!"
I did as he asked and felt him shove more and more of his cock into my mouth. He started thrusting back and forth, beginning to fuck my mouth. It felt so great. Here I was, sucking off three of the meanest bullies from my old high school!
My own cock was aching inside my jeans. I started rubbing it as Ted began to work his cock in and out of my mouth harder and faster. I reached up and grabbed his balls with one hand, my other hand stroking my own shaft.
Yeah. That's it. Feeling good, `Willy'. Feeling really good," Ted encouraged me. I was getting a secret thrill from sucking off these three dangerous tough guys, bullies I had been scared of for as long as I could remember.
Soon I felt his balls start to retract as he started really fucking my mouth. I tried to resist and pull away, as he was starting to get even rougher with me.
"Ah, hell Willy," he exclaimed. "Don't stop, don't stop. It feels too good."
I began to draw the swollen shaft into my mouth and then down my throat. Ted began to move, taking control of the blow job. He thrust in and out, first gently and then more roughly. I held onto his hard, muscular legs so I wouldn't fall over backward. As I kept sucking and he kept thrusting I felt the now familiar swelling of his cock in my mouth and throat and knew he was getting ready to shoot. When he came he shoved his dick as far down my throat as he could. I had no choice but to swallow.
"Take my cum you little faggot! Oh shit!" he groaned. I struggled to swallow but drank it all down, enjoying the salty taste that I have come to love.
After the last guy came in my mouth, I fell back onto the mattress, exhausted. My legs hurt from being on my knees for so long. I needed a drink of water.
"See ya around, `Willy'!"
"Later, `Willy'!"
"Thanks for everything, `Willy'!"
The three bullies zipped up and headed out the door, laughing.
I wondered who I might run into at the drive-in next week.
To Be Continued
Are you enjoying my story? I hope you are. If you like Where's Willy?, you might want to check out some of my other stories on Nifty: Smelly Sneakers for Skyler in the Young Friends section, Tanner's Talent in the Adult/Youth section, Jonathan Casts a Spell in the Highschool section, and Skyler Gives a Foot Rub in the Adult/Youth section.
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