Author's note: This is the sixth 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 6: Weekday Feed & Breed
Following the great fucking I got from the unknown trucker, Alan and I grabbed a bite at the diner, restoring our energy after such fantastic sex. It was now getting close to 1 o'clock, and the diner was nearly empty. Over two burgers with fries, he filled me in (so to speak) on the local action.
"Weekdays are actually best," he told me, "at least for the trucker action. Mid-morning, there's always a bunch of horny long-haulers looking for a mouth or an ass to get off in."
My head reeled at the thought of so much available, anonymous dick. "Do they always meet in the men's room?" I asked.
"For head, yeah," Alan said. "To get fucked, I usually go back with one or more of them to their rig, or else they'll get a motel room nearby."
"Wow." I paused, taking it all in. "You've been fucked in a trucker's rig?"
Alan laughed. "Hell, yes. Lots of times. It's actually a great space for it, 'cos the top of the cab is so low. You can just push your feet against the roof for the best leverage."
I imagined Alan doing this, his sexy jock legs bent and flexed, sweating and moaning as some big handsome trucker got on top of him and throttled his cute, perky college ass.
"There's the locals, too," he went on. "Businessmen, mostly married dudes or whatever, sneaking down here during lunchtime or after work for some fast action."
"What are they looking for?" I asked.
"Depends. Usually a quick blowjob, I guess, in the men's room. The ones who like to be fucked will sometimes pick up a trucker, like I do. Once in a while one of them will take me to a motel and fuck my ass," he mused. "I guess that's happened once or twice."
It sounded like a banquet. I had no idea there was so much access to hot sex in my sleepy little town.
The following Monday noon, at lunchtime, I slipped away from the high school campus and drove across town to the Holiday Mall. Sure enough, the traffic in the corridor of the mall was mostly male and very cruisy. They all seemed to be going slowly toward or away from the restrooms at the mall's far end. Some were truckers or other blue-collar types, some were business guys in suits, some were dressed more casually, somewhere in between. Some were older or heavier than I cared for, or generally unattractive to me, but overall I was surprised how goodlooking many of them seemed. And all of them looked at me.
I decided to walk down to the men's room and see what was happening. I only had forty minutes or so before I had to head back to school.
When I entered the men's room, I was surprised at how many people I saw. Two guys were just standing around the sinks, two guys were pissing (or pretending to piss) at the urinals, and all three of the stalls were full. As I entered, everyone turned wide-eyed to look at me. They were probably afraid I might be a cop. When they saw I wasn't, their gazes softened, and I knew they were checking me out.
All of the faces I saw were attractive, but one in particular appealed to me. He was one of the men at the urinal, wearing khaki's and a blue workshirt. He appeared to be in his late thirties, with dark hair and dark eyes...very Italian. With his back to the rest of us, his ass looked fantastic: two small round globes protruding from the trendy fabric. He spun his head to look at me as he shook off his piss, and our eyes made a connection. He was hot!
Just then, a much older guy (in his mid-fifties) retreated from the middle stall, the one where Alan had been when he sucked and rimmed me two nights before, then tag-team fucked me with his trucker friend. Instinctively, I headed for the stall to replace him. As I walked toward it and shut the door, I could feel the hot stares of desire on me from the other men in the room. It gave me a raging hard-on. I was starting to sense that having an audience definitely turned me on.
I got in the stall, sat down, and lowered my jeans to the floor. I had quit wearing underwear to school lately, a request from Kurt who wanted my ass always to be as available as possible. So I started in stroking, waiting to see what happened next.
The holes on either side of me were uncovered, and I saw men looking through each one, checking me out. Aware of my time restriction, I immediately encouraged them: "Come on guys, I'm ready for some cock. Show me what you've got!"
The hard-on on my right showed up first, and it was a beauty. About ten inches long, nice and thick, and already covered with saliva. I guess the older dude I'd seen in here before me had been already been giving this guy some head. I grabbed it with my right hand, started stroking it, and soon enough had my mouth wrapped around it, pressing it further and deeper into my throat. Whoever he was, he tasted fantastic.
After a few minutes of this, I pulled off, and noticed that the guy in the stall on my left had stuck his dick through the hole as well. It wasn't nearly at big as the one I was working on, but it was respectable. Around seven inches, cut, with a nice thick head. I grabbed it in my left hand and stroked it, my right hand still holding the monster dick I was being fed through the hole on my right.
For the next several minutes I sat there, pants lowered, my polo shirt pulled over my neck, exposing my hot chest, as I went back and forth sucking the two different but beautiful anonymous cocks being presented to me. I would suck on one to get it close to cumming, then move off it and jack it slowly as I worked on the other.
Finally the urge in my asshole was too great for me to ignore. I had started twitching down there as soon as I laid eyes on the first guy's ten-incher. I don't know if he was expecting it or not, but I stood up and pushed my ass backward against the hole, just as I'd learned to do two nights before. Seconds later, all ten glorious inches of this fat log was drilling its way inside me.
As I felt the cock bottom out, the guy attached to it let out a loud gasp. It was then I realized the door to his stall was open, and he muttered incredulously to another guy who had joined him in the stall: "Fuckin' incredible...this little stud is ass-fucking himself on my dick!"
Meanwhile I was still hand-jobbing the other cock. I leaned forward slightly, glad to see the stall was just the right size for me to continue sucking the one guy while getting fully penetrated up my ass by the other. Just before going down on his cock again, however, I caught sight out of the corner of my eye of a man peeking over my stall door, trying to see my situation. From the dark hair I could tell right away it was my Italian-looking stud from the urinals. Reaching over, I twisted the lock on the door so that he could push it open. As I returned to the sex, putting my mouth around the hot cock in front of me as the one behind continued railing up into my tight teen jock anal chute, the gorgeous older guy filled the doorframe. His khakis were open and he jerked his big rod while watching me get glory-hole-fucked at both ends.
Groaning on the cock in front of me, I put on the best show that I could. The cock that was reaming my ass was among the biggest ones I had yet encountered, so it was a pleasant struggle to meet its thrusts, blow for blow, while continuing my head-job on the cock before me. Too soon, my ass was filling up with cum, and the cock was withdrawn. I hurriedly spun myself 180 degrees, and in an instant the other cock was up my ass. My hole was fucked by this new cock, and I felt the first guy's jizz sloshing around my opening as the second guy banged his dick in and out.
The well-dressed stud in the doorway stepped inside, and now that my mouth was available, I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out towards his crotch. He soon filled my mouth with his beautiful, delicious cock. As I sucked it, I relished the sensation of my invisible neighbor having his way with my ass. Soon enough, the guy fucking me was shooting his wad all over in my asshole, adding his load of fresh cum to what had been shot there only a few minutes before.
Next, I was prepared to hug the bowl and present my ass for another fucking, this time from the dreamy man who shared my stall. But no sooner had my recent fucker withdrawn his deflating hard-on from my ass than the restroom door opened and a hoarse whisper announced: "Cop!"
Instantly the men in the restroom changed positions. Toilets flushed, sink faucets came on, and zippers shut as hard cocks were stuffed back inside. Slightly panicked myself, I pulled all my own clothes back on, flushed the toilet as an afterthought, and left the vicinity.
Outside the restroom, I didn't see any cop-well, not a uniformed one anyways. I supposed that whatever cop worked that beat probably did so undercover, anyway. Instead, on my way back down the wide corridor, lined with empty shops, I saw someone behind me rushing to catch up. When he reached me, he tugged at my sleeve.
"Hey," said a low voice. Cautiously, I stopped and turned around. It was my friend from the stall, the goodlooking guy I had just been sucking off.
"Hey!" I said, smiling sheepishly.
"That was very hot in there," he said, flashing his beautiful dark eyes at me. "And I still need to get off. Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?"
I checked my watch. "I've got about twenty more minutes, and then I need to get back to school," I told him.
"Perfect," he said. "Follow me. We won't need any more time than that."
We walked to a nearby mall exit that I'd never noticed before. Outside, in the parking lot, he led me to a plain-looking vehicle. It resembled any other upscale minivan, although I noticed it had tinted windows.
Looking around quickly, he pulled open the side door of the minivan. Inside, behind the front bucket seats, a small area was cleared where the middle bench seat had been removed. At the back of the vehicle was another bench seat, part of it occupied by a child's safety carrier. A few children's items were scattered about-coloring books, some toys and magazines. He moved these items onto the rear seat, then motioned me in and shut the door.
"I'm John," he said, smiling, as he started undoing his pants.
Following his cue with nervous excitement, I pulled down my jeans as well and removed my polo shirt. "Hi," I said. "I'm Allen."
"Nice to meet you." John removed his khaki slacks and folded them neatly, setting them on the front passenger-side bucket seat. He then removed his shirt and shoes and set them in the same location, leaving only his dark socks and sexy gray boxer shorts. His body was slim and firm, with a deep even tan all over it. His chest was hairy, and his nipples were broad and soft, looking delicious against his olive skin.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Thirty-eight. Just turned." He looked fantastic for thrity-eight, even though that wasn't terribly old. "You?"
"Seventeen. Just turned also."
"You look terrific," he complimented me, looking approvingly over my naked body.
"Thanks. So...uh...so what do you want me to do?"
"You can suck my dick some more," he said. "But since we don't have much time, and you seem to like being fucked, maybe we should do that?"
I beamed at him. "Alright!" I couldn't believe I was alone with this hot older stud and about to get fucked by his huge, tasty daddy-cock. I spun around on my knees, leaning my body forward over the bench seat at the rear of the van. I pushed my butt toward him, inviting him, enticing him toward me. "Please..." I pleaded. "Please, John. Fuck me. I want to be fucked."
He had some lube, and reached into his briefs to jerk his dick with it briefly before yanking the briefs off and lining himself up behind me. "Yeah, I know you do, kid," he said in a sexy soft voice. "I could tell by the way you took it in there that you're a born pussy-boy."
"Oh yessir, I am, " I practically cried. "Please, I want to feel your big cock inside me. Please sir, fill me up with your cock! Fuck me John!"
He pushed it into me, and it was fantastic. I totally relaxed and let him do what he wanted. His pace was urgent and forceful, maybe because he knew we didn't have much time. As I groaned and responded, pushing my ass back to meet his every thrust, my eyes fluttered into half-focus, resting on the coloring book and child carrier next to me as I blissed out on the sensation of his hard, pounding dick.
I loved it, every second. It was like a whole new world was opening to me. Only a few months before, my entire sex life has consisted of scoring with young women, trying to find a female mouth or pussy that would let me fill it with my randy teen-aged cock. The occasional blowjobs from my cousin Kenny had been the only inkling that sex with men could be more rewarding. Now, here I was, having regular sex with my sister's soccer coach, getting gangbanged by whole groups of his studly young friends, giving up my ass to strangers in slings and men's rooms and now in the back of a sexy married man's family car.
John continued to fuck me in deep, energetic strides. I couldn't stop groaning: "Unnh...ahhh...yeahhhh..."
At one point he told me softly: "Now just don't shoot your cum in here, boy. Hard to explain where that smell would come from!"
Made sense. Instead, I focused on giving his cock a work-out with my ass. I puckered my ass as tightly as I could, maximizing the sensation on his shaft and dickhead as he worked it in and out of my hole. As I continued grabbing his cock with my asshole on every inward thrust, I heard his moans grow louder and more shrill.
"Oh fuck, boy, that's sweet...that's such a sweet pussy...gimme your ass, boy! Oh fuck, oh yeah...milk that cock...fuck that cock with your hole..."
The tension rose and rose until, after a solid ten minutes and fast-paced fucking, he dumped a huge load of jizz into my hole. Heaven! I caught my breath, then ejected his cock, thanked him, pulled up my jeans and started to leave.
"Wait," he said, reaching for something on the dashboard. "Here." He handed me his business card: John DeSilva, Senior Corporate Analyst, Swarthmore Group, LLC. "We gotta do this again," he told me. I agreed.
"Anytime you want," I said. "You've got a great cock, and you sure know how to fuck!"
He smiled. "We can get a room next time. Let's go to a motel somewhere nearby here. How does that sound?"
"I can't wait. How about later this week? I can meet after school...like around 3:30."
"I can do...Wednesday," he said, thinking. "Want to just meet right here? In the parking lot?"
"Sure," I told him. "If you don't see me outside, I'll be in the mall getting warmed-up."
He had his slacks back on by now, and was buttoning-up his shirt. "Sounds like a deal. See you then."
I exited the vehicle, walked through the mall to get back to my own car, got inside, and started the engine. It was 12:47...I had thirteen minutes before I had to be back at school, and it was a ten-minute drive. Without giving it a second thought, I pulled my jeans open again, grabbed my throbbing cock, and pounded on it steadily to the blissful image of having my ass deep-dicked by John, my married older corporate daddy stud. My ass still twitched and oozed from the fucking and cum-load it had received less than five minutes earlier.
With a long groan, I shot my wad all over my stomach and the steering column. I found a Starbuck's napkin in the glovebox, used it to wipe myself off, cleaned the dashboard, and then headed on my way.
At 3:30 sharp on Wednesday, I was back at the parking lot, but John was nowhere to be seen. I was out of my mind with lust and couldn't wait much longer. By 3:40 he still hadn't shown, and I recalled that I'd told him that if he needed to, he could find me inside. Propelled by the need to have my empty hole filled, I went inside the mall and down to the men's room.
There was only one guy in there, just standing against the wall, but he was very cute: mid-twenties, wearing an Abercrombie sweatshirt, flip-flops and shorts. I didn't even bother to flirt or slow down, just got into the first stall, dropped my own shorts, and hunched over the toilet, my ass facing the doorway. I craned my neck around to see him, incredulous and aroused. "Do it," I commanded him. "Fuck my hot hard ass."
He drilled me, fast and earnest, with all the intensity I was learning to expect from tearoom fucks. After five minutes, his load was inside me, and two more guys around his age had showed up. I took them both in turn, and by the time the last one was ready to shoot, John had arrived. He waited for my last top to cum, then apologized for being late as I pulled up my shorts and walked with him out of the restroom. My hole had just taken three loads in quick succession, but I still couldn't wait to get John naked and feel him fucking me once again. It was five minutes past 4 o'clock.
By 4:20, we were checked into a clean, no-frills motel room directly facing the interstate exit. Wordlessly, I pulled my clothes off and got on the bed. I got on my back this time, and as I watched John get undressed, I spread my legs wide, hiking my ass up for easy access as I pulled and squeezed on my fat cock.
John, naked, turned to see me and laughed softly. "You know, lover," he said, "we're not in such a hurry this time around. We can do other things before I fuck you."
I didn't reply at all to this, but I thought about it as I continued jerking off. Unconsciously, I let my free had venture down below my balls and wiggled a couple of fingers into the cummy space around my hole.
"Or...maybe not," he said. I guess he could tell I had sort of a sexual one-track mind. I wanted his daddy dick inside me, as soon as possible, as hard as possible, deep and fast, over and over, right NOW!
John got on his knees between my sexily splayed legs, slapped his hard dick on my belly a couple of times, then drilled it in. Instantly, I winced with pleasure, shutting my eyes and grimacing as his throbbing dick worked its way deeper and deeper into my insatiable hole. As he rammed in and out in long, hard stroked, I reeled on the bed, relaxing my body, writhing randomly to the left or right as his hard thrusts struck me at the core of my being.
Occasionally I would open my eyes part-way to view him and smile. He looked so strong and handsome, overpowering me, holding my legs and feet high in the air to give his raging dick direct access to my hungry hole. His chest muscles, coated with fine dark hair, jumped up and down with every repetition he made into me. His smoldering eyes gazed deep into me the whole time, until at last I saw him shut them slowly and change his expression, banging me intensely for the last several strokes until salvo after salvo of hot cum flooded out of him and up into my belly.
When he pulled out, I felt empty, and drunk with lust I wondered where and how I might soon get fucked again.
John, as if reading my mind, laid next to me and told me if I could wait for ten or fifteen minutes he was sure he'd have another hard-on to give me. I smiled in anticipation of this, and we kissed.
Then he asked: "Do you ever get fucked by more than one guy at a time?"
So I told him about the gang-bang in Kurt's basement, and about the older friend who lived near the high school who was the proud owner of a sling. His hard-on, I noticed, returned immediately, so I told him to fuck me with it as we continued talking. He slipped it into my ass and fucked me side-to-side, a position I'd never actually tried before. It was very relaxing, and his dick fit my hole like a glove.
"I...unhhh...I'd like...to get fucked by...groups more often..." I told him. "Nothing like...lots of sexy guys...unhhh...lined up for...a shot at my hole..."
He fucked me for another couple minutes in silence, then banged hot load #2 into me. As he caught his breath, he said: "I know some people. I'll see what I can do."
Following that encounter, I started driving home, but like a good boy I needed to call my Mom and let her know I was running a bit late. So I pulled over at pay phone, and just before I dialed the number I decided to first check messages on the private line my folks had set up for me. Sure enough, I had a message.
"Allen buddy?" came the voice. "This is Sammy. Sammy James. We, uh, met a few weeks ago...in my basement, with Tim and Ken?" The voice and the memory made me warm all over. For a second I flashed on the wonderful sensation I'd felt, sitting in the sling and looking up at Sammy's handsome face, covered in grime from a hard day's work, as he plowed in and out of my ass. "So anyway..." he paused, then chuckled. He sounded stoned. "My buddies and me...we're over here, just partying. Feeling horned, actually. And I wondered...well, I told my buddies about the shit you're into, and I...we wondered if you might be up for a ride."
I called him immediately and told him I'd be right over.
Then I did call my Mom, and made up some tale about taking a new girlfriend out to the mall, and not to wait for me with dinner. Back in the car, I made a U-turn on the four-lane road I had been traveling, took the next right turn, and headed toward the high school neighborhood where Sammy James lived.
Sammy's friends were studs, through and through. Three of them were right around his age, early twenties, rough good looks, hard bodies. The fourth guy was slightly older, probably twenty-seven or twenty-eight, more of a preppy but still goodlooking, with a cute stoned smile.
I got on my knees for the oldest dude's cock, which he fed into my hungry, sucking mouth as Sammy began undoing my shorts and yanking them backwards. Once he had access to my ass, Sammy got on his knees and drilled his cock into it in one deep, horny thrust.
"Shit!" he yelled. "This pie's been freshly fucked. Fuckin' awesome man! All this fresh cum feels soothing on the bone..."
Sammy drilled in and out of me. It felt spectacular, and I channeled my bliss into the cock in front of me, using both hand to hold my oral top's sexy waist as my mouth made sweet love to his engorged organ. The other guys huddled around, their pants open and hard-ons exposed. Pulling off the cock I was sucking momentarily, I motioned them even closer and set to work applying my skills evenly to all of the cocks at hand, sucking lovingly on one for a while before moving on to the others.
It was the perfect situation-well, nearly perfect, anyway. I continued licking and sucking the big cocks that were swinging off the studs in front of me, while our mutual friend humped wildly in and out of my bucking rear end. However, I wanted all of them to fuck me, so I strategically begin milking Sammy's cock with my ass to get him off faster. He howled when I did that, and before long he was emptying his syrupy load inside me. As he pulled out, I got to my knees breathlessly, wiped off my face with my forearm, and with a grin suggested we move our little party downstairs.
This time I crawled into the sling with no difficulties, and as soon as I was in position it felt like the most natural thing in the world. First up to fuck me was a sexy dark-haired Irish-looking stud named Ethan, who drilled into me with all his might and squirted a copious load. Then came Jeroen, the tall, blondish older one, who had a nice wide uncut cock that felt heavenly drilled inside me. After Jeroen came, I took a fucking from Aaron, a shorter dark-haired boy with glasses and the cutest sideburns I'd ever seen. Last came Eric, a quiet, wormy little blond kid with a coy smile and a PA piercing. His cock-jewel gave me added pleasure as he stroked it over my ass-ring with every deep lunge he made into my male pussy.
After his four friends had fucked me, Sammy went again. As he thrust in and out, the other boys gathered around the sling and I sucked each of them in turn once again. Sammy's second load took much longer, and the boys I was sucking were obviously up and ready for more, so it all gave Sammy an idea.
"Hey guys, why don't you cover this bitch with your cum while I fuck him," he said.
I instantly loved the idea. I worked harder to get all of them off before Sammy came in my ass. Eric shot first, blowing his load all over my face an open mouth. Jeroen and Aaron soon followed suit, coating my hot chest. Jeroen scooped up some of the cum they shot there and then stuck his fingers in my mouth, letting me taste their loads. Finally Ethan was ready, but I had to suck him to get him to climax, so his first several spurts ended up in my mouth, and the rest of it hit my neck and shoulders.
As the taste of all four boys' loads lingered on my tongue, I watched Sammy's macho exertions as he threw his violent fuck into my suspended pussy asshole. His eyes, focused on my recent cum-bath, raged with desire, a desire I could feel in every slam of his crotch against my butt-crack. With a loud roar, his orgasm ripped out of him, and his second load entered me in fiery wet bursts. I grabbed my own dick, and with only a few pulls my own climax was there at the same time. I shot ropes of jizz all over myself as Sammy filled my ass with his cum.
"Whoa," he said breathlessly, pulling out his cock and stepping back from the sling. "Jesus. What a fuck." He grabbed a couple of towels from somewhere, tossed one onto my cum-soaked body, and used the other one to scrub around his cock shaft and pubes. "Yessir. There's nothing like a good feed-and-breed to make the evening. Especially when you're already toked!"
The others laughed, and I smiled at learning this new term. It summed up my craving: To be fed dicks and cum, and to have me hot ass used as a breeding ground for horny handsome studs.
You'd think that would be enough sex for one guy in a day. However, when I got home, my Mom informed me that Kurt had stopped by twice in the last hour. Before I could even call him back, he phoned my private line.
"Dude! Where've you been?" He gave me a second to respond, but I didn't know where to start describing the day's events. Besides, my family was in earshot. He didn't wait for a reply anyway, and went on: "My friends Ben and Alan-you remember them?" I said that I did. "I'm over at Al's dorm room right now. We, uh...we wanna get a little party started. You game?"
With a deep breath, I realized that I was. I got directions to the dormitory, then hung up, made a quick sandwich, and headed out of the house again before my family even realized I was leaving. Once at the dorm room, I got fucked by all three guys twice each, all on my back in Alan's skinny little dormitory bed. They all sprayed their loads inside me, and as Alan (that cumhound) began lapping them out immediately following, I tried to count the number of men and cumloads my ass had seen that day. I counted eleven men and sixteen loads-not counting the four loads that were shot onto my body and in my mouth by Sammy's friends!
After our sex was done, the guys were curious to hear about my recent tales of wanton sexual depravity. I decided not to tell them yet about the secret club of men who met for fucking in the sling in Sammy James' basement. Obviously, Alan had filled-in Ben and Kurt on our chance encounter at the men's room the previous week-end. I added the latest chapter, about meeting John, first for sex in his van and then for a proper fucking and few days later at a nearby motel.
This was a wake-up call for Kurt, who decided with amazement that I was now a full-on sex maniac, obsessed with cocks and fucking and men and cum. "I've created a monster!" he laughed.
Driving home later, I thought about it, and decided he was wrong: I wasn't a monster. Rather, I was merely a ravenous beast. More accurately, I was a finely-tuned sexual machine, fueled by a hunger that had lay dormant in me for many years, probably my entire life. It had needed to be unlocked, and Kurt's big cock was the key. After that, what flowed out was a Pandora's Box of desire for fulfillment that could only come in the form of big juicy cocks filling my mouth and ass, delivering hot loads of male seed to me at both ends.
There was much I had learned recently about myself, about what was the core of my happiness and inspiration. Most of all, it was a craving for dicks deep inside me, the feeling of being loved totally by a man's cock as it burrowed deeper and deeper inside me. I wanted nothing more than to give up my ass to every sexy man on the planet...younger, older, tall, short, married, single, straight, gay...bring it on!