Author's note: This is the seventh 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 7: Junior Year
For the rest of my 11th grade year, I got fucked as often as I possibly could. My sex avenues multiplied-it seems that everywhere I looked there were more and more hot men who were looking for a hot bottom for sex. I started keeping an eye out more often, around school and at the gym, shopping, out with friends, wherever. I hit on ways to be bold about approaching guys for sex, or if not asking that outright, at least feeling them out to see if they might be interested. If they weren't, I could always back out and save face.
I'm sure my looks didn't hurt me. Here I was, seventeen, short dark hair, Italian-Scandinavian good looks, with a jock's body: toned and tan, not over-muscled but with real definition, a broad smooth chest and hairy legs. And I was very proud of my ass, a tight, small bubble butt that looked great in jeans, shorts, a jock, or just about anything else. The guys who fucked me frequently commented about how good my ass looked, and how once they got near me they had difficulty leaving it alone!
I began participating in more sex parties, gang-bangs in particular. Once, in Sammy James' basement, I was in his sling getting fucked by him and two of his co-workers when Ken and Tim stopped by. They greeted me, then got in line to fuck me as well. I took Ken first, then Tim. As Tim was driving his long meaty stake in and out of my suspended asshole, Ken and Sammy left the room together. When they came back, they said they had made some phone calls and that five more guys were on their way over.
Soon the dark basement was filled with young men, ten in all, and I was being fucked by all of them in turn. It was the most guys that had had my ass at one time since the gang-fuck that day in Kurt's basement. I realized how much I loved the feeling of making my ass available for big groups, and that it seemed to be fairly easy to find groups of well-hung, good-looking uninhibited guys who wanted to fuck me.
So, after that, whenever I got fucked by a new guy or group of guys I hadn't met before, I'd usually ask if they knew any other friends who might be interested in giving my ass the same treatment, and whether they were interested in meeting me again themselves. At least half the time, they said yes. The ones who did were always enthusiastic.
John, the married guy who banged me in his minivan at the mall parking lot, became a regular fuck. He had sort of a network of other married guys around his age that he knew, and he made it clear that all of them would probably be very interested in fucking me, if that sounded OK to me. I told him: Hell yes! And so the get-togethers at the motel next to the freeway expanded over the weeks and months to include some of John's sexy co-workers and friends, as well as his hot young brother-in-law and a few random men he met and picked up while cruising the men's room where he had met me.
We always met at the same motel, usually on Thursday afternoons as soon as I was done with classes. The average size for the group was seven or eight. John invited the men; all I had to do was show up. I was never disappointed in his selections: the youngest ones were around college age, the oldest ones were probably early forties, but all were sexy and had decent-sized cocks. A few of them had real whoppers, even bigger than John himself. My job was to get on the bed and take all of them, one at a time, over and over until all were satisfied. I got fucked on my back, on my knees, and pushed forward over the bed with my toes dug into the cheap motel carpet. As they pummeled my hot jock hole, I moaned and sucked any cock or asshole that was presented to me. We'd go for two hours, sometimes more. Guys would drop by, fuck me, and then leave. I always went home with plenty of hot cum leaking out of me at both ends.
Once Kurt got over what a slut I'd become, he quickly settled into his new role as pimp for my ass, finding guys around his school (Stanley High School) who would be interested in ass-fucking a horny jock. Most of the dudes he found were straight, or at least had girlfriends, but at the age of seventeen or eighteen they didn't really care what kind of hole they fucked as long as it made their dick feel good. And man, could they fuck. Boys that age always have something macho to prove, and once they get their dick inside a warm tight hole, their natural instincts kick in and they throttle you with everything they've got. As a willing and grateful bottom, all I could do was hold on for dear life and use my ass to satisfy their hot teen-aged dicks.
Meanwhile, the crowd in Sammy James' basement was always interesting. Sammy had an open-door policy, meaning that if you were invited by him into his "group" you could come by the house whenever you wanted, go down to the basement, and fuck in the sling. What I didn't know until a few weeks after our first time together was that Sammy liked to get in the sling himself. I learned this when I stopped over one day after school; I saw his '81 Camaro in the driveway and felt like getting his hard dick in my hole.
When I got to the basement, however, three hot older guys were stripped naked and taking turns giving it to the guy in the sling-Sammy James. He had his thick, hairy legs wrapped sexily around the front chains of the apparatus, and his cute face was contorted into a fixed expression of breathless ecstasy, groaning loudly as the current stud drilled a long, fat cock in and out of Sammy's hole. I had always figured Sammy as a fairly butch type...but then again, other dudes probably said the same thing about me!
On that occasion, I did something I had never done before, and haven't done much since: I fucked him. He was already in the sling, and the three guys had shot their loads, and seeing the whole scene had given me a raging hard-on...so I figured, what's stopping me? I opened my tight jeans, slopped some spit on my dick (even though I didn't need it with all the cum that was already lubing Sammy's hole), and thrust my nine-inch prong straight into him. He let out a loud "Awww...!" and I was amused to see his expression go from anticipation to momentary pain to pure erotic bliss. It was the same pattern of emotions I experienced time and time again, every time a cock entered my hole and began fucking.
I plowed into him for a few minutes, then felt distracted by the guys behind me. I had thought they were leaving, but evidently they liked what they saw, because they were still naked and now they were jerking off. They were good-looking guys, probably from the college. One of them looked slightly familiar, and then I realized he had fucked me in Sammy's sling a few weeks before. He had a nice uncut cock, bigger than the others', with a fat head. I looked at him with lust and asked if he wanted to put it in me while I was fucking Sammy. Needless to say, he immediately agreed.
So, for the first time in my life, I had the sensation of fucking one hole at the same time I was getting my own hole fucked by another guy. I'd never even imagined how good this could feel. Steve (I found out his name later) would push his huge dick into my hole, and I would respond by driving my own cock deep into Sammy's hot rectum. Then, when Steve pulled back, I would instinctively clench my hole on his dick to give him the maximum satisfaction, and as a result his backstroke would pull me out of Sammy. A half-second later, we'd both be plunging back in again, and I would sense the simultaneous rush of having a warm ass wrapped around my cock-shaft and a huge dick buried in my butt.
The thrill was amazing. Steve pounded me for all he was worth, and I just relaxed and took it. With my dick painfully hard as it drove in and out of Sammy, it was almost like Steve was fucking us both at the same time. I held the chains for support and screamed in unison with Sammy's deep, butch groans. We continued our three-man fuck machine for as long as we could manage, until Sammy came wildly all over his own sexy stomach, I felt Steve blast his hot cum into me, and I lost control, shooting my wad into the first male ass-pussy of my life.
The other two college guys were so turned-on they were ready to cum themselves. I told them not to, and still catching my breath, I straddled the cuter of the two where he sat in a ratty chair next to the stairway. I rode up and down on his dick, then motioned for the last guy to come over and fuck my mouth. I gave him the best head I could from that position, tasting a bit of left-over cum and Sammy's ass on his delicious fuck-pole. A few minutes later, both guys exploded deep into me on either end.
With all the sex I was getting, I didn't frequent the tearoom at the mall very regularly. It was still a great place to go when I needed to be fucked at a moment's notice...if I wasn't all that picky about my tops, I could almost always find someone lurking around there who was willing to get in a stall with me and take my hard ass for a ride. The biggest thrill in that was the anonymity, so most of the time if I didn't spot the guy I wanted right away, I would sit in the stall and suck cocks through the glory holes until I found the one I wanted to fuck me, then back up on it and give the lucky guy my ass good and hard through the wall.
I ran into Alan there from time to time, and he showed me the ropes of meeting truckers from the truck stop nearby. We seemed to do well as a team, and there were several occasions where we would score with one trucker at the same time. Problem was, I didn't find many of the truckers attractive. Most were older, in their forties or fifties, and didn't have the greatest bodies or dicks. However, there were always a few exceptions, such as the hot dude in his twenties who was driving a rig part-time to pay his way through college, who feasted on my ass in the cab of his truck while Alan sucked his dick hard enough to fuck the hell out of both of us; and the handsome bearded guy in his mid-thirties who took us to his favorite "spot" behind a gas station a few miles outside of town, where Alan and I both bent over some barrels and got ass-fucked by a group of the sexy trucker's randy trucker friends.
Through all of this, I maintained a low profile around school. I still hung out with the same jock friends, although we spent less time together than before I began prioritizing my sexual adventures. Among my friends, I was always considered the slightly brainy one, so I told them the reason I was less available was because I was hitting the books and feeling pressure from my family to get into a good college. (This last part was actually true.) The truth, of course, was that I was getting my ass plowed every chance I could get.
As for girls, I dated frequently, but never settled on any one girl for long. I was good-looking and popular, I still enjoyed sex with girls, and had it as often as I could. I'm sure this helped keep my "cover" but the truth was that I still liked sex with women, if in a completely different way than I liked it with men. Sometimes when I was fucking a girl I would suddenly think of getting fucked by various men; it would turn me on, empowering me to become a sexual demon. The girls loved it. But just as often, our sex would proceed as usual, with all fantasy imagery 100% straight on my side, and be just as satisfying as it ever was.
Getting sex from both men and girls led to some interesting situations, however. More than once, I was late picking up a girl for a date because I had been getting fucked by an especially randy group of Stanley boys in Kurt's bedroom, or because I had my legs in the air in the sling in Sammy's basement and was getting plowed by all of the studs who had seen fit to drop by, one after another after another. There are some excuses you can give to a girl for being late or for not calling, but none of the ones I dated would have responded well to: "Gee, sorry baby, I was getting ass-fucked and must have lost track of time!"
One thing I almost never did was get fucked in my own house. That still only ever happened with Kurt, and it happened less frequently now that we figured out we had more privacy at his place, and I was seeing him less often anyway with all the other dick I was getting. It was just too risky to invite boys over to fuck me, even though in my horny moments it always crossed my mind when no other option seemed available. I envied Kurt for being an only kid whose folks were never home, and Sammy for having his own place with a big, sound-proof basement. I wished I could get a place of my own, but unfortunately I was still at an age where young men who got laid regularly had to be resourceful about finding a locale.
Around mid-year, a new kid arrived at our school. His name was Ryan, and I noticed him right away: blond curly hair, good looks, and a hot body...kind of skinny but with decent muscles on him and a deep tan. He moved to our town from California and was in about half of my classes. When I met him, he was very polite but a little shy. I heard he was joining both the theater and the baseball team, and that he'd been an accomplished ball player and actor at the last school he attended.
The girls went crazy for Ryan, like they always do for a good-looking new kid, but Ryan didn't seem to notice them at all. I, of course, noticed his reaction. Over the first few weeks he lived in my town, I got into a few conversations with him and he gradually seemed more at ease around me. When we finally had lunch together one day he told me he knew I was a jock, and he wasn't sure how jocks usually responded to guys like him. I said I didn't know what he meant. What were "guys like him"? At that, he blushed and smiled an adorable grin, a contrast to his usually pouty (but cute) expression. He seemed ready to say something, but at the last second, he just said: "Never mind."
At that, I pretty much had my answer. I had also grown adept at the fine art of high-school seduction, if I may be so immodest as to say so. So a few days later, I invited him over to my place on an afternoon when I knew my family wasn't around. We drank iced tea at the kitchen table and bullshitted about school stuff. Then I went to the kitchen sink for a second, and before I could turn around, I felt Ryan's hands on my ass. Holy shit! The "shy new guy" was even more forward than me!
His touch was soft, but firm. I was wearing jeans and I sighed as his hand caressed my ass. I'd had some action the night before-Sammy and three others had throttled me in the sling-but my butt always responded to attention, no matter how recently it had been used.
After a few minutes, I slowly turned around. Ryan and I were both somewhat short guys, so when I spun to face him our faces were close together and our lips nearly touched. I enjoyed kissing men and something told me he did too, so I inched slightly forward and landed my lips on his in a sensuous lock. He responded by grabbing my ass harder and pulling my whole body into the kiss. His soft lips and tongue devoured mine, and we embraced so sweetly I felt myself losing my balance all at once. He was exquisite.
Months and months of getting ass-fucked, and I hadn't felt this kind of tenderness with another male. Ryan kissed me fervently and beautifully, and I savored the feeling of excitement I felt at his touch. It was both erotic and non-erotic at the same time. It was ten times better than kissing a girl, and yet it felt more innocent somehow, as if it didn't necessarily have to lead to anything sexual. A second later, however, the flood of sexual tension filled me as well. My groin hurt with longing, and I knew I had to get Ryan naked as soon as I could.
I broke the kiss and pulled him playfully out the doorway of the kitchen, toward the back stairs. A trail of clothing (his and mine) followed us up the stairs and into my bedroom. We collapsed on my bed, and without missing a beat Ryan pulled me to him once more and we were making out again. This time, I didn't have my balance to worry about. We rolled back and forth on the double bed, kissing and groping passionately. I was stripped to my boxers; Ryan had on a white T-shirt and a skinny pair of briefs. When we finally stopped kissing, he giggled and made his way to my crotch, opening the fly of my shorts and taking out my swelling hard-on. Seconds later it was in his mouth, and I was enjoying sweet head from this boy I barely knew but who was inspiring feelings in me that were wonderfully unfamiliar.
He sucked my cock expertly. I guess everything you hear about those California golden boys is true. I was a little afraid of cumming too soon, so when I felt close I pulled him back up to me, kissed him some more, and then made my way down his body for my own attack. His trendy white briefs were pulled aside, and a good-sized cock flopped out: hard, nine inches, and beautifully thick. Oh, how good that would feel once it was inside my asshole! I trembled with anticipation at the thought of it, and my ass twitched with desire. I glanced at my alarm clock and did a brief calculation: I could ride this big cock for two whole hours before there was any danger of my family returning home.
Little did I know, getting my ass fucked wasn't in the cards. I guess I should have figured Ryan might be a bottom, but it honestly didn't occur to me until our lovemaking was well underway. And the way I found out became a joke between us for years to come!
All of the guys who fucked me loved getting their cocks sucked by me as well. No big surprise. It was a great way to pass the time and keep my mouth busy whenever another guy already had me on my back or knees and was keeping my ass occupied, making the others wait in line. So, I became a great cocksucker. But my real talent and passion was for eating guys' assholes, and it was somewhat harder to find guys who were willing to let me do that.
Anyway, I was busy deep-throating Ryan's cock, when he started lifting his cute ass to me, using both hands underneath himself to lift the twin plush mounds off the bed. So of course, I figured he wanted me to rim him. I was delighted by this, because his skin everywhere was so clean and soft, and I was sure his asshole would taste delicious. I thereupon pressed my face into his asshole, and began flickering my tongue around. Ryan responded by writhing and moaning in total ecstasy. And his ass indeed tasted wonderful-but in more ways than I was expecting. Something wet, tangy and bitter was inside him, and I recognized the smell and taste of it before my mind even registered what it was: fresh cum.
I stopped rimming him abruptly, and he stopped his blissful squealing. I looked up from between his legs and ask: "Did you just get fucked?"
Breathless, Ryan looks blank for a second and then slowly smiles. "Uh-huh," he said. "You like it?"
I had to think about that one. "Uh...well, yes...yeah, I do..." I was puzzled, already thinking about how we'd both enjoy having sex if we were both looking forward to the same thing. "But I...uh...usually..."
"Shit!" he laughed. "You mean you're an ass-pussy too?"
I hadn't planned to use that exact term, but I nodded. Yes, I was.
"Man, that's funny. Yeah, most guys take one look at me and all they want to do is fuck my ass. I can't remember the last time I got my cock inside a guy. Or wanted to."
My heart sunk. Distracted, I didn't notice the thin rivulet of cum that had begun leaking from Ryan's hole and down his sexy leg. It hit my thumb; I rubbed it into his skin a little, and then moved my hand slowly to his hole. I pushed one finger in, and even more cum ran out.
"Jesus," I whispered. "So who fucked you? This is a lot of cum."
"Four guys," he said, nonchalant. "I think one of them was named Joey. Anyway, it was in the athletics shed next to the football field. I meet guys there who use my ass just about every day after classes."
"No shit?" I had never thought of using the shed for that purpose. It's in a perfect location, and it's handy for the steady trail of well-hung jocks who come and go from the practice fields. "Good idea. I, uh...I've met guys once or twice around school, but usually I go elsewhere."
"That's cool," Ryan said, and then he moaned softly from the stimulation I was giving his ass with my finger. "That feels really good."
I continued stroking his ass, trading one finger for another. "I guess I can get you off this way if you want," I offered.
"No way, man!" Ryan protested. "Nope. Just dick me. C'mon, you're still throbbing pretty hard. I've wanted to feel you deep inside me since the day we met. I want to be fucked by you. Just stick it in me, man...I need cock!"
Of course, I knew how he felt. And he was right, I had a raging hard-on. So, I licked his asshole a little more, tasting the cum left there by this Joey and his three stud friends, and then rose to my knees and drove into Ryan's hot little cum-soaked ass until I was balls-deep. He yelped with surprise and approval, and I smiled then, happy that I could still make someone so happy, not with my ass but with my cock. I fucked Ryan nice and hard until I came inside his asshole, adding my load to the remnants of the others I had already eaten out. Moments later, as I continued thrusting, Ryan whooped and shot his own jizz all over his stomach, his T-shirt, and my broad, hard chest.
After our fucking, I still felt powerfully close to my new friend. My mind was reeling from several new experiences that day, starting with our electric kiss and the feelings of intimacy it gave me, and ending with my first solo fuck of a male ass.
We lingered in my room for a bit, then walked back downstairs, picking up our clothes and putting them back on our bodies as we went. Soon we were back in the kitchen where we started, and I was pouring us refills of the iced tea.
"So how long have you...been doing it?" I asked him, tentatively.
"What, getting fucked?" He swallowed a gulp of his tea. "I dunno. A long time. About five years."
"Five years? But you're only...seventeen, right?"
"Yep." He smiled and spread his legs, fingering himself lewdly through his khaki shorts. "I guess I started early!"
"Wait a minute. Who did you get to fuck you when you were twelve years old?"
Ryan was quiet for a moment, then looked at me directly and said softly: "Uh, my stepbrother and I used to mess around." He didn't seem ashamed by this, just cautious about my reaction. "And, uh...actually, we still do. Sometimes. But he's back in California, now."
I thought about this, wide-eyed, then whistled. "That's pretty intense. But kinda hot!"
Ryan laughed. "Yeah, well, so is he! He's three years older than me, fuckin' gorgeous, and a nice big cock. He started doing me when we shared a room together, and then when he got to high school he started bringing his friends along. I learned to love it, taking all that cock. Now, I can't get enough."
Now it was my turn to blush. Ryan was the first boy I'd ever met who shared this feeling with me: uncontrollable craving for cock. "Yeah, I know the feeling."
"Really, man? Seriously, you're a jock and pretty butch, I totally figured you'd want to top me."
"Yeah, well..." I tried to finish, but I just laughed.
We sat in silence for another moment, and then Ryan asked: "So, how about you? How long have you been a pussy-boy?"
I blushed again and laughed. "I'm...I'm sorry, it's just...I'm not used to talking about this. At least not using these words..." I was surprised at how demure I'd suddenly become. An hour before, Ryan had been the shy one.
"What do you mean? Pussy-boy? Ah, that's nothing. I get guys calling me worse than that when they've got their dick inside me."
"Yeah, me too," I remembered suddenly. I did use dirty talk when guys were fucking me, but it was all part of the heat of the moment. I didn't generally use it when I was sitting around the kitchen table with a friend.
"Anyway, it's what I am. I'm a pussy-boy. I'm a total whore for men's cocks. I love getting fucked, and I do it as much as I can. At my old school I used to have between thirty and forty different studs who'd use my ass anytime they wanted to, plus a bunch of older guys who had plenty of access to me as well. I'd go to the bookstores, the bars, the back rooms, anywhere I could get a nice meaty dick drilled into me." He looked over at me, hopeful. "I don't know if there's any similar connections around here, but maybe if you know of any, you might help me out?"
And so I told Ryan everything I knew, from the first time Kurt fucked me to the wild sex I was currently enjoying, practically upon demand, from Sammy, John, Kurt, and the various studs they pimped me out to on a regular basis. I also told him about the truck stop action and the tearoom at the Holiday Mall.
"Jesus!" Ryan was impressed. "And I thought I was moving to some sleepy ol' town. This is awesome!"
"Yeah, it ain't bad," I agreed. "I could actually use some of that attention right now."
He looked over at the clock on the microwave next to us. "Sure, why not? I don't have to be back for a couple more hours. Let's go get us some dick...you can show me the ropes!"
We ended up calling Sammy James, who said he was already planning for a few of his friends to stop by. I told him about Ryan, the new bottom boy in town, and he sounded excited.
"I've been working hard all day," he said. "I could use a nice hot ass to spray my load inside of! And I bet my buddies are thinking the same thing as well."
So we hung up and headed over. It turns out Sammy's friends were all studs who had fucked me before, but that was fine with me. Everyone was nuts about Ryan. You just don't get many boys who were that beautiful with a golden California tan around our parts. Ryan got in the sling (a very familiar device for him, evidently) and got his ass fucked by one stud after another, ending with Sammy James. As each guy came from blowing his load into Ryan's man-cunt, I would suck him back to hardness and bend over for him to re-tool my ass as well. They took longer to cum the second time, but eventually all had cum twice, and Ryan and I each had five new loads of hot man-jizz coating our insides.
After that, it was time to leave. I had to get home for dinner, and Ryan was expected home as well. On my way to dropping him off, I asked him nervously if he felt like hanging out sometime over the week-end. The butterflies in my stomach as I did this reminded me of the first time I had ever asked a girl on a date.
"Yeah, sure," he said, with his cute smile, some of his own shyness returning.