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Virgin Top Topped: Cherry Mash Chapter 2
The call from Dan puzzled me. "Are you free to come over Thursday night after work?"
I hesitated. "Sure."
"Great. See you about 6:00."
Fuck. This wasn't right. Monday nights were my nights to go by to get fucked by Dan. Kyle worked late on Mondays. Thursday night was when Dan worked and Kyle was home.
It had started innocently enough. When I had gone to paint one of Dan's bedrooms, Kyle was there instead of Dan. Up until then, I didn't know Kyle even existed. A roommate? A partner? A husband!? I wasn't sure.
Before that day was over, Kyle and I had gotten to know each other...really well. No fucking, mind you. Without saying, I quickly realized that Kyle was Dan's bottom, even though he was at least a couple inches taller than Dan and built like a brick shit-house...and hung like a fucking horse. We just played around and sucked each other off. Hell, there was no way that sausage was getting anywhere near my newly de-virgined hole. Plus I didn't know what my bounds were in this whole situation.
Yet neither of them ever mentioned the other. So, on Thursday, it was with trembling hands and shaking knees I rang the doorbell. Part of me wanted to run like hell, but the baser side really wanted to see this through. And, hey, I wanted, no I needed, this new-found bottom experience to continue.
"Come on in," came the answer in unison.
Fuck. They're both here. Fuck, shit, fuck!
They were sitting on each end of the sofa, smiling as I entered. Dan nodded to the kitchen. "Grab ya a beer. You know where they are."
I did as I was told, popping the top as I reentered the living room, sheepishly looking from one to the other.
They both burst out laughing. Dan shook his head. "If you don't look like one scared rabbit."
"Well, how am I supposed to look? Shit."
He looked over to Kyle and then back to me. "You didn't really think we didn't know what was going on? We've been having the time of our lives teaching you a whole new way of life. We just thought it was time for all three of us to get together at one time."
He patted the cushion between them. "Get your ass over here."
Relieved, I joined them.
In less than thirty seconds Kyle had my sleeveless T off over my head and his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. Dan stripped my shorts and briefs off in one pull, throwing them in a pile, leaving me naked between them. There was no doubt left in my mind that this evening was a well-thought out, well-orchestrated event, with me as the main attraction. And I was a more than willing participant.
Kyle not only had a great bod and gorgeous cock, but he could kiss like no one I had ever encountered, male or female. He devoured my lips. His tongue explored my mouth like a honeybee looking for nectar in a sunflower. I was sure he could melt the Blarney stone with those lips and tongue.
At the same time, Dan was nibbling on one tit while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. He had learned in our first meeting that my tits were one huge weakness of mine, and he was using that to his advantage. He switched sides, pinching and biting just hard enough to drive me close to insanity.
He kissed his way down over my abs, following the blond/brown trail to my newly trimmed pubes and freshly shaved ass and balls. He licked around my ball sac like a mother cat her kittens. I think I mewled like one of those kittens as he sucked first one and then the other orb into his warm, wet mouth. I know I groaned into Kyle's mouth as Dan almost cruelly pulled and stretched my precious jewels down between my legs. He dove onto my cock, swallowing it in one motion like a kid with a popsicle on a hot day.
With one hand I massaged Kyle's engorged tool, massaging it with the volumes of pre-cum oozing from his piss slit. With the other I pulled Dan's hair as he bobbed up and down on my cock.
When they finally came up for air, I went to my knees between them. Pulling and massaging a ball sac in each hand, I took turns slurping and sucking their cocks. I swallowed Dan's thick 6+ inches as he had so well taught me. But try as I might and as much as I would stretch my jaws open, I could not get more than a couple of inches of Kyle's massive dick in my mouth. My dick throbbed in harmony with my pounding heart as I worked their manhood, watching them passionately make out above me.
Abruptly, Dan, always in control, pushed me back and stood up. "Enough of this shit." He helped me stand and led me down the hall to his (their) bedroom with Kyle close on our heels.
We sprawled on the bed in a daisy chain, me slurping on Kyle, Dan working on me and Kyle devouring Dan. Moans and groans and an occasional expletive blended with the sounds of Willy Nelson in the background. (I've not always been a fan of Willy Nelson. Suddenly, I was in love with his whine).
As always, Dan was abrupt and demanding. He pushed me to the center of the bed with my head hanging off the side. I looked at him with what I'm sure was a startled and questioning look. He smirked and growled, "Just do it. You'll understand it better by and by."
He was right. Kyle stood up behind me, swung one leg over me, my head between his bulging thighs with me staring at his cute, puckered hole. I did a pull-up on his hips to slurp and lick his hole, but I quickly came to realize that was not the purpose for this new position.
Kyle pushed me down, a cruel smile on his face. He slapped me hard twice on each cheek with his dick, then kissed me with his dick head. "Open up, baby. You've been trying to swallow this meat for three weeks. Now's the time."
I started to protest, but that only gave him the opportunity to shove that bulbous head past my lips. Immediately I understood. With three easy thrusts he was in further than ever before. This new position gave that fucking rod of his a straight shot down my throat.
At the same time, Dan was between my legs. Instinctively I lifted my legs. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, just grazing my quivering hole with the tip of his tongue as it slithered its way up the tender taut muscle that stretched from ass to balls. I moaned as he repeated that same trail and then dove into my ass, biting and sucking as he worked his tongue into my needy portal. All the while Kyle was feeding me more and more of his massive tool.
I heard the click of the lube bottle, shivered as the cool slime dribbled over my hole, trembled as Dan worked it into my ass. I spread my legs even further as he gently worked his finger in, to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way. There was no pain, only pure pleasure.
He pulled out, then added a second finger. I pushed against him as he added a third. He began that delicious thrusting in and out. Kyle had reached the back of my mouth, working to gain entrance to my throat.
My whole body shuddered as I felt Dan's dick head pressing against my hole. Kyle pulled out as Dan asked, "Tell me what you want."
I worked my jaw to get some feeling back to it. I looked up at him and whispered, "I want you to fuck me."
"Not good enough. Louder. What do you want?"
He knew how I hated to beg. I had been the Alpha top until I met him. When I looked at him, he had that fucking cruel smirk on his face. Again I whispered, "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
This time he yelled at me. "Not good enough. Louder. What do you want?"
I yelled back. "Fuck me, you fucking motherfucker. Fuck me. Fuck me long. Fuck me hard. Just fuck me, damn it."
Kyle grabbed my hair and pulled my head down, stuffing his cock head between my lips. He bent down and whispered almost apologetically, "Take a deep breath and relax."
I took a deep breath and tried to relax just before a scream erupted from the core of my being. Stars flashed before my eyes. Blackness threatened the edge of my senses. In one simultaneous assault, both my ass and throat were crammed to the brim with cock. The pain was excruciating. I couldn't breathe.
Slowly they eased out until only their heads remained. Kyle rubbed my chest as he whispered encouragement. Finally I got my breath back and relaxed as they each began to thrust deeper and deeper inside my willing fuck holes. Pleasure quickly replaced the pain, pleasure like I had never known, pleasure I could only have imagined before this moment. The pure pleasure of being completely filled. So this was what the porn stories called "Getting spit roasted." I knew in that moment I would never be the same.
Little did I know this was just the beginning.
All three of us were in rhythm. I wanted to explode, yet wanted the night to go on forever. Suddenly, Dan pulled out, leaving that horrible empty feeling, even though Kyle continued to fill my throat. From the corner of my eye, I saw Dan come out of the bathroom, wiping his dick with a wet towel.
He lay down on the bed, his back resting on the head, his legs spread open. "Come here and give me some head," he demanded. There was no "please and thank you" tonight.
Kyle pulled out. I worked my jaw, trying to get some feeling back.
"Now!"
I had already lost all self-respect by this time, but I had to somehow show I hadn't become a complete sub. "Hold your fucking horses, damn it. My throat's just been fucked by a fucking telephone pole."
His tone soften a bit. "Oh, quit you're complaining. You know you loved it...at both ends. Now get your mouth up here on my cock, you cocksucker."
He knew that I knew he was right. I still hated to be called a cocksucker. However, I obediently crawled between his legs, stretching out on my stomach as I dove in.
"No, on your knees. I want to see that nice bubble-butt of yours sticking up in the air." I obliged.
Then he half-laughed, half-sneered. "OK, Kyle. I've opened him up for you. Show him what a good bottom can do to another bottom."
I jerked my head up, looking back over my shoulder. "No fucking way! He's HUGE. There's no way I'm going to let him fuck me."
Slap! A hand met my ass cheek. "Ouch. That fucking hurt." Slap! The left cheek now matched the right.
Dan smiled that sadistic smile down at me. "No, you're not going to LET him fuck you. You're going to BEG him to fuck you." I whimpered as he pushed my head back on his cock.
After six more slaps, I once again felt the trickle of cool lube run down between my stinging cheeks. Kyle didn't bother with much foreplay. The head of his rock-hard massive tool felt like the big end of a baseball bat pushing against my already sore hole.
"Please, no." I know I sounded like a little girl, but I didn't care. "Please."
Dan bent down whispered. "Just relax. I swear you'll thank me later." He dove his tongue in my mouth. I screamed into his as Kyle's head pushed past my sphincter and entered me.
At first the pain was excruciating. I buried my head into Dan's pubs and moaned. Slowly the pain subsided and the feeling of fullness took over. Then he pulled out.
My hole, which had rebelled so violently, now longed to be filled. He pressed in again. This time it slid in a bit easier and a bit deeper. He pulled out again, then reentered. Each time the pain more quickly turned to pleasure. All rationalization was gone. I wanted him to fill me. I needed him to fill me. I had to have him fill me.
He teased me with that bulbous head, working it back and forth over my tortured hole. He copied Dan's demanding tone. "Do you want it, or not?"
I couldn't have stopped him if I had wanted to...and I didn't. I looked back at Kyle and pleaded. "Fuck me, please, fuck me." With each repeat I grew louder until I was screaming, "Fuck me, Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK ME!"
I pushed back against him as he thrust into me. I screamed as he grazed my prostate and slammed into the back wall of my ass. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and squeezed my dick until the pain subsided, then started to slow fuck me. Hell had turned to heaven. All I could do was mumble, "How can it hurt so fucking good?" Dan laughed and pushed my head down on his cock.
Kyle started picking up speed, each thrust slamming against the back wall. He mumbled something about wasting half his cock. I had no idea what he meant.
He thrust in and paused, pulling my thighs tight against him. He began little gentle thrusts. All I could think of was "Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door."
Dan leaned down and whispered, "Take a deep breath and relax."
O shit, I remember that phrase.
Dan pushed down on my head while he humped up, forcing his cock deep into my throat. I gagged at the surprise assault. The muscles inside responded. Kyle drove his cock past that inner portal, deep into my gut. This new feeling was beyond imagination. There were no words to describe it, except to moan, "OH, F U C K!"
Together, they swung my leg over so I was laying on my back, Kyle never pulling all the way out. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and began to long dick me, pulling all the way out to the head and driving all the way in. Dan went into a 69 on top of me, sucking me as he drove his dick down my throat.
Everyone picked up speed, Kyle slamming into me faster and faster, Dan fucking my throat and bobbing on my cock.
Suddenly Dan pulled out, worked his dick a couple of times, let out a primeval growl, and shot his wad at my face. The first burst hit me in the middle of the forehead, the second, third and fourth covered my face and neck. With a yell, I clamped down on Kyle's cock inside me and I followed suit, shooting stream after stream onto my chest and stomach. Kyle gave one last thrust, emptying what felt like gallons of cum into my gut.
We lay there for I have no idea how long, a sweaty, cummy, exhausted mess. Dan was the first to move. He went to the bathroom and returned with a warm towel to clean me up. We kissed and hugged, I got dressed and they walked me to the door.
As I drove away, the warm summer night air washed over me. My mind was a complete mosh pit. Two months ago I was content to be an Alpha top, fucking whoever, whenever. Then I met Dan, simply mentioning I had always wondered what it would feel like to bottom. Now I wasn't sure what I was.
As exhausted as I was, I needed to fuck someone, anyone. The flashing neon sign of the 24 hour Adult Book Store caught my eye. I knew from experience of the catacomb of hallways at the back, lined with little rooms and glory holes.
I swung into the parking lot. It was full, even on a sultry, Thursday night. I rummaged through the glove compartment to retrieve a condom. This night wasn't quite over yet.
Two guys were lounging out front, naked to the waist, smoking. I thought, why not, and stripped off my shirt.
I hated this place. It reeked of stale cigarette smoke, body odor and man sex...and STD's...hence the condom. I hated it, but it was the one place in town you could get whatever, whenever, however, with no questions asked.
The halls were lined with men, all kinds, in every shape and size. I got a couple of whistles and mumbled comments as I cruised by, all of which I ignored. The second time around I saw him...medium build, mid-forties, graying at the temples; that scared, worried look in his eyes that said, "I shouldn't be here, I don't want to be here, I can't help but be here...I'm married."
Our eyes met. He looked that couple of seconds too long before he looked away. I knew I had him. The next time around, he didn't look away. I nodded and he nodded back. Two guys exited a room two doors down. I caught the door. I looked back at him, grabbed my crotch, and left the door ajar. Two seconds later he was in the room with me, locking the door behind him.
I pulled his T-shirt up over his head. He went to his knees, pulling my shorts and briefs down as he went. I stepped out of then, letting him go to work on my cock until it was good and hard.
I helped him stand. I dug the condom out of my shorts pocket, ripped it open with my teeth and handed it to him. He had that "deer in the headlights" look, but without hesitation sheathed my tool.
I spun him around so he was facing the wall, helped him out of his shorts (I hate to fuck a guy with his pants around his ankles...so tacky) and pushed him against the wall.
I spit into my hand and rubbed it between his ass cheeks. That was rude and crude, but it was late and I was tired. I lined up with his sweet little puckered hole. He gasped as my head broke the seal. I held it there to let his muscles adjust, then pulled out. He moaned. I knew how he felt. I had learned a thing or two from Kyle tonight.
I entered again...and out... in and out. I teased his hole with my head as I whispered in his ear, "Tell me what you want." He whispered back, "Fuck me, please fuck me."
I covered his mouth to stifle his scream as I drove into him. After that, there was no mercy. It was late and I was tired. I felt Kyle's cum begin to trickle from my ass, down my inner thigh. I drove into him that much harder. Then I felt his inner muscles contract. He shot rope after rope of his wasted sperm onto the wall in front of him.
I pulled out, stripped the condom from my dick, spun him around and to his knees, and shot my own pent up man-juice over his face, neck and chest. Without a word I picked up his shirt, cleaned myself off, handed it to him, pulled on my shorts and went into the dark hallway.
I unlocked my truck. I'm still the Alpha top I always was! I swung into the driver's seat. The pain of my sore, aching butt coursed through my body. Or am I?!?
To be continued.
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