Author's note: This is the fourth installment in a multi-part story. All feedback is welcome, though I prefer negative feedback be limited to constructive comments. This is my second published story. My first series, "Cup of Joe", can be found in the Gay/Authoritarian section of the Nifty archive.
Disclaimer: This is a story about men getting it on with other men. If you like this sort of thing, please read on. If you don't like it, get lost. Many of the events and characters are based on my life. Safer sex practices are not depicted here. If you decide to live out any of these fantasies, please use condoms.
Buttsex Junkie
Chapter 4: Getting in the Sling
School had started up again. I was now a junior, Kurt was a senior, and the rigors of academic life and athletic practices put a crimp on our weekday activities. We still fucked every week-end, usually on Saturday and Sunday both, but the five days between proved to be almost insufferable for me. I was addicted to feeling Kurt's cock burrowing up inside me. Whenever I saw him at school I popped and instant boner and felt an instinctive twitching in my asshole. If I let myself focus on it, my whole body would tremble all over, just thinking about having his beautiful rod plunging in and out of my tight jock chute.
About a month after our gang-bang with Horse and the others, Kurt suddenly announced that his parents were going out of town again for the week-end, but this time they were taking him along. The whole family was visiting some relatives upstate and wouldn't be back until Sunday night. In other words, our week-end routine of buttsex was postponed: I couldn't get any sex from him until the next week, after he got back.
Kurt told me this news on Thursday, the day before he and his folks were to leave town. I was disappointed to hear he wouldn't be around, especially since we had only found time for him to fuck me once the week-end before. My insatiable sixteen-year-old hole was aching to be filled again, and now my only prospect for the next several days was my homemade dildo.
Or so I thought. That Friday, during lunch break as I was heading for my car, I happened to notice a bunch of skaters hanging out outside the school, playing music on a portable boombox and practicing some of their moves. Normally I wouldn't pay them any special attention, but I slowed down when I noticed one of them was looking right at me, smiling. It was Tim, one of the boys who had fucked me the previous Sunday at Kurt's house. I didn't even realize he went to my school. I waved to him, and he responded by motioning me over to where he and his buddies were hanging out.
As I approached, one of the other skaters rolled over on his board, and I soon recognized him as well: Ken, the cute and hung one. He was slightly skinnier than Tim, but otherwise the two looked a lot the same: short, bleached hair; skate-rat good looks; deep tans; sexy hairy legs.
"Hey," I greeted them. I tried not to sound too nervous, but the truth was that I never planned to encounter them at school, and I wasn't sure what we'd say to one another in a semi-public setting. Their five friends continued rolling about and bullshitting with each other, ignoring us completely.
"How's it going?" Ken asked.
"Pretty well, man," I told them. "So, didn't realize we all went to the same school." I had assumed that all the boys I met that day went to school with Kurt, at Stanley, the other high school across town.
"Yeah. Ken and I are both sophomores this year," Tim said, smiling. "We've been noticing you around."
I blushed then, fully unaccustomed to this situation. They must have noticed, because Ken said quietly: "Dude, it's cool. Don't worry about it. We're not going to tell."
I glanced at the other boys nearby. No one was listening to our conversation. "Good. That's cool."
We were all silent for a minute, until Tim said: "We can do it again, though, anytime you want."
I looked at him, his cute goofy grin, and then at Ken who was wearing the same expression. Ken's smile was suddenly familiar. I flashed back to that afternoon in Kurt's basement, lying on my back on the pull-out sofa, as the lanky stud expertly drilled his huge beautiful cock in and out of my well-fucked hole. I remembered thinking that for such a young guy, this one definitely knew what he was doing, and he definitely had the equipment to do it with. All at once I felt the same pang in my ass and crotch that I felt whenever I saw Kurt!
"Cool," I enthused. I decided I could definitely trust these guys. "Well, Kurt and I generally meet up at his house, but he and his folks went out of town this week-end..."
"Oh, we know an even better place than that for getting together," Tim said. "You know who Sammy James is?"
Sammy James. Two years older than me, always seemed to be in some kind of trouble. Goodlooking, in sort of a rough kind of way. "Yeah. Didn't he graduate last year?"
"Nah, he wishes. He dropped out with only three months to go. Works for his dad's construction company now. Anyway, he has an apartment about two blocks from the school. He's into the kind of parties like we had at Kurt's. He gave Ken and me a key and told me to stop by whenever we needed a place for some action."
"Wow." As my mental picture of Sammy filled itself out, I realized I had always noticed he was a very sexy dude. And the scene these boys were describing was pretty wild, indeed. Sex parties on demand? "Wow."
"Best part?" Ken chimed in. "The apartment is a townhouse, with a basement. And you know what he's got down there? A sling. You ever been in a sling?"
I felt a shiver. The truth was, I'd heard the word, but I didn't know what it meant. "Uh, no."
Ken and Tim exchanged wide-eyed glances, then laughed and high-fived each other. "Dude! You gotta see it," Tim said. "It's the best experience, ever. Especially for someone like you."
Someone like me. At first I wondered what he meant by that, and then I realized he must be referring to my "position" the afternoon we met: On my back (and knees, and stomach, and whatever) getting ass-fucked. When this realization hit me, I blushed slightly again, looking down, feeling shy.
"Don't worry stud," Tim laughed, slapping my arm in a gesture of camaraderie. "I swear, you'll like it. And we're easygoing guys. We all are."
"All?" I asked.
Ken spoke up. "There's a whole bunch of us who do this, man. Some of them you met at Kurt's house that day. But there's also others, including a lot of guys around this place who you probably already know. Plus, Manny has a lot of other buddies he knows who join us."
"It sounds intense, I know," Tim said, "and it is. But it's hella fun, and the guys are all hot and horny, so we have a good time."
My mind reeled. Slings and sex parties and roomfuls of sexy young men. And some of them I already knew! My hardon raged at the mere thought of it all. I tried to picture what a sling was and how I would feel sitting in it, getting fucked. I pictured these two cute skaters taking their turns plowing my ass, followed by Sammy, followed by...? Who else? Maybe some of my teammates? Other hot guys from around the school?
I swallowed nervously and asked my new friends: "So, when's the next party scheduled?"
Ken and Tim told me there wasn't any set time they were planning to get together with Sammy's crowd, but they were anxious to show me the sling, and Sammy had told them they were welcome to stop by anytime. So, the three of us made plans to get together after school and walk the two blocks to Sammy's apartment.
They led me inside a modest-looking duplex and down the stairs to the basement. No one seemed to be around, as the whole apartment was empty and silent. I assumed Sammy was working. Once we were in the basement, Tim opened a door into a bare-walled storage room, lined with tables covered with various tools and motorcycle parts. In one corner, the ceiling sloped slightly lower, following the underside of the stairs we had just come down. >From this recessed area hung what appeared to be a single-person leather hammock, connected at all four corners by thick chains to eyeholes sunk deep into the sloping wood.
"This," Tim presented, "is the sling."
I felt stupid, but I wasn't quite grasping this yet. "Um...how does it work?"
"Easy," Ken told me. "Strip down and get in it. Wrap your legs around the chains in front. When a guy is fucking you, you just totally relax and let the sling swing back and forth."
"There's no bed, no friction, no gravity," Tim offered. "It's like getting boned in zero-G. You'll love it," he added in a conspiratorial voice. "I know I do."
I laughed at this. "Oh yeah? You get fucked too, dude?"
"Hell yes. Every chance I get. This one here"-he gestured toward Ken-"has me totally spoiled on his gigantic dick. He fucked me the first time over a year ago, and I still can't get over how good it feels."
I nodded in agreement, recalling how Ken's big schlong felt as it re-shaped my hole that blissful day in Kurt's basement. "How about you?" I asked Ken.
"Me? Nah," Ken chuckled. "I like to dish it out, but I generally don't take it. Got a dick in my ass once, only once. Camping buddy, two summers ago. He was a real ladies' man, went around cornholing every one of the boys, and because he was so goodlooking we let him do it. Felt OK at first, but by the time he squirted inside me I was ready for him to stop. Not my thing, is all, I guess."
As Ken related this story I was distracted by the sling and my own curiosity about how it would feel. I listened, aroused, as I kicked-off my shoes and started removing my jeans. The basement was chilly, so I left my T-shirt on, but kicked off my briefs and walked over to the alluring contraption.
"How do I get in it?" I asked.
"Sissy," Tim laughed. "Just turn around and sit back."
I did so, and instantly I felt different. I was amazed how comfortable it felt. Also, the way it was designed made it very natural for me to lift my legs higher than my torso. I automatically did so, splaying my toned legs and bending my knees slightly. I looked up at an angle over my sexy teen-age body, marveling at this new situation. "Wild," I said.
"Yup," Tim agreed. He had grabbed a jar of lubricant, unscrewed the cover, and was now reaching inside his shorts to slather the lube all over his raging hard-on. Not wasting any time, he hiked the shorts down to his knees, rubbed the excess lube on my twitching hole, and asked: "So, stud, you ready?"
He didn't even wait for me to reply. An instant later I felt his thick cock prying into me, and it felt like the best thing in the world. Clearly he and Ken had done this so many times that they didn't even bother with any formalities. Taken aback at the suddenness of his intrusion, but welcoming it all the same, I cried out in ecstasy at the glorious feeling of being fucked.
For the first few minutes I struggled to take it all in. I was here, on my back, practically tipped over backwards in some strange device, in Sammy James' cellar. A cute skater kid who had fucked me a few weeks before was once again drilling deep and hard into my ass. His super-hung buddy was stroking his cock in the background, waiting his turn. And my role in all of this? Simply to lie back and enjoy.
As Ken stood behind Tim and stroked his cock, I noticed he was reading a gay porn magazine. He had grabbed this from a stack of magazines on one of the shelves next to the sling. It made sense, I figured. If a lineup of guys is hanging around waiting to fuck the ass in the sling, they might as well entertain themselves while they're waiting. I also realized I had never looked at such a magazine myself.
Tim continued fucking me in deep strokes, and I took advantage of my position to check out his body in more detail. He had cute ridges around his stomach muscles that pinched and released with every thrust his dick made into my rectum. He also had cute biceps, not huge, but big enough to flex and jump slightly in rhythm with his fucking, as he clutched the two front chains of the sling for balance, his elbows bent at ninety degrees. His slender hips were sexy and girlish. I could understand why Ken liked to fuck him: I could picture Tim on his knees and Ken gripping his skinny midsection, pressing on his hips as he drove his big cock in and out.
I continued in a sort of trance, loving every second of the fuck. Sometimes I was looking at Tim's body as he fucked me, sometimes into his deep green eyes, sometimes just relaxing my head back and looking at the underside of the stairs. I had a sudden premonition that I would soon grow very accustomed to this vantage point, and I was right-by the time I graduated a year and a half later, I had memorized virtually every knot, nail hole and grain of wood in the underside of those stairs.
As if on cue, I suddenly heard a noise above me. It was a door opening at the top of the stairs, and a few seconds later I heard the squeaking of the treads as someone slowly descended. Tim had been fucking me for ten minutes or so, so I didn't really register who it might be coming down to the basement to join us. At that point, it could have been my grandmother walking into the room and I wouldn't have cared.
Of course, it was Sammy James. He greeted the boys, then looked over at me: "Holy shit, who's this?"
"Allen something," Tim said breathlessly, continuing his fuck. "He's a friend from school."
Sammy came right over to me and smiled a toothy grin. He was covered in soot and sweat, obviously just back from a day on the construction job, but he was as goodlooking as I remembered him (more so, even) and in his grimy condition he looked as sexy as ever.
"JE-sus Christ! He's HOT!" Sammy said cheerfully. "I gotta get some of that when you're done!"
Tim stopped fucking me for a moment. "You can jump in right now, man, if you want," he offered. "I'm too close to cumming, anyway. Want to make it last."
"Sure, man! I'll take you up on that." Sammy started undoing his greasy jeans. Tim pulled his hard dick out of my ass, and I felt a sudden whoosh of cold basement air rush into my hole a second later. But it took no more than a few seconds for Sammy to take the same position, his jeans lowered, some lube slapped on his dick, and his strong dirty hands on my thighs, guiding him into my waiting hole.
"Ahh-AHHH!" I groaned as he went into me. Jesus Christ, he felt thicker than Ken and Tim combined!
"You like that fat cock, little pussy-boy?" Sammy asked me, sneering.
"Shit, yeah," I replied, out of breath but smiling back at him. "I love getting fucked by the big ones."
Sammy grinned his sexiest grin. His perfect white teeth shone against his tan, rugged filthy body. "Glad to hear it, my little bitch. Since this is your first time at my house, I'm pleased to have the honor of giving your asshole exactly what you say it likes."
Cocky bastard, I thought happily, as a shut my eyes and lay back once again in the sling for his hot drilling.
Over the next hour, the three boys kept fucking me, over and over. All of them came up inside my ass early on, but by the time each one's turn came around again, they were ready to go once again. The variety of cocks felt fantastic to me: Ken's overlong sausage poking me way up deep inside, Tim's extra-fat cock stretching my hole wide open with every motion, and Sammy's monster acting like a combination of the first two, slamming into me deep and hard, expanding my hungry ass-mouth to its maximum capacity with his crazy thrusts.
At one point, while Sammy was fucking me, I heard loud grunts from another part of the room. Craning my neck to look around him, I saw that Tim was standing on his haunches, knees slightly bent, his torso angled forward, supporting himself with one had on a tall shelf unit loaded with tools, groaning happily as Ken behind him sawed his super-size dick in and out of his buddy's asshole.
Sammy noticed my distraction and chuckled. "Pretty hot, eh?" he asked me. "Those two can't keep their hands off each other. Tim gets his friend's dick up his hole every chance he gets. But don't worry, I know they'll save their loads for you."
He was right. After Sammy came in my ass a few minutes later-bellowing and swearing the hole time-the other two decoupled and rejoined me at the sling. Ken slid his huge rod into me first, banging me no more than a dozen times before coating the inside of my asshole with his second load of sperm. He immediately pulled out and let Tim in, who smiled at me sexily as he thrusted his own fat dick in and out of my cummy hole, finally adding his own salty load to the pile that had built up in my ass.
When all three had caught their breaths, they asked me how I felt. "Fuckin' fantastic," I told them, stroking my engorged cock. "But you guys didn't give me enough warning you were going to cum. I still haven't shot my load yet."
"Ah," Sammy said with a lecherous smile at the others. "Tim here has just the right solution for that."
Upon hearing this, Tim approached my spread legs and started getting onto his knees in front of me. "Hope you like this," he said, almost apologetically. "I'm really a cum-hound at heart."
And with that, he pressed his face directly into my well-fucked asshole and started lapping out all six of their loads. The force and pace of his tongue actions were overwhelmingly arousing; he was an ardent cum-eater and rimmer. As he scooped out bite after bite of hot jizz, and alternately licked the sides of my legs to catch all the sperm that has started running down them, I took a hold of my fat cock and pounded it ecstatically, spraying a batch of juice all over my chest and stomach a minute or two later. When Tim had cleaned my hole to his satisfaction, he stood back up and licked up all of my load too.