Chapter 7
In the days that followed, we got together with Todd. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment in a building that had to have several hundred similar apartments. But the place was clean and tidy, with sparse furnishings.
After talking for a while, and letting Todd feel relaxed, we offered to let Todd have some fun with us, just letting him do what he wanted to do. "You guys would do that?" he asked.
"Sure, that is if you like guys." I was concerned that we would assume he was gay, even though he had been forced into man to man sex by his father.
He smiled and said, "Yeah, I do."
He said that two of us would be too intimidating. So we told him to choose one of us and take him to the bedroom. The other could wait out in the living room or leave, whichever he preferred.
Ed turned out to be his choice, and I wasn't upset or jealous. I knew that I would probably get my own chance with Todd; and we were doing this for him.
I said I would take off, and they could call me when they were ready for me to come back. Ed laughed and said, "That could be sometime tomorrow!"
Todd actually blushed. "Okay, tell you what. If I don't hear from you in a couple of hours, I'll head home. But call me when you want to get rid of the asshole," I pointed to Ed, "and I'll come by and take him off of your hands, so to speak!"
Todd smiled again.
Turns out I didn't get a call until about 9 the next morning. Todd opened the door, in his boxers, and Ed was sitting inside, dressed in his shorts and t-shirt.
Ed told me that he had a great night with Todd. Todd wanted to slowly undress Ed and explore his body. Ed then did the same for Todd.
They got on the bed and, at first, Todd was eager to get to a climax, but after that it slowed down, and they tried several things with Todd's hands never leaving Ed's body, and Ed trying to do the same with Todd's.
Todd had a chance to try out Ed's ass, and seemed to really like that. Ed didn't try to go for Todd's ass, nor did Todd seem to want that.
They played, kissed, and explored until around 2 am, when Todd fell asleep, with his head on Ed's shoulder and a smile on his face.
In the morning, they ended up in a 69 position, pleasuring each other. Then after a more solid breakfast, Todd said he had to get something done.
Todd wanted us to come over again. He wanted to be friends with us. Ed said he had smiled and said, "You know, friends with benefits!"
I was glad that Todd had a good time. I thought that he needed someone with much more knowledge and experience to help him, but I would wait to broach that subject after I knew him a little longer.
The next time I was with coach, he said he wanted to ask me something, but he was very nervous about asking it. I had just finished fucking him, and he was putting his clothes back on. I looked at him and said, "You know that you can ask me anything." I figured he had something kinky he wanted to do.
"Well, there is this guy I know," he said, and it took him a while to get the whole thing out. "He likes guys like you, and he has these parties for his friends that have similar interests. He was wondering if you, and if you had any friends, like Ed, might be interested in working one of his parties." He hesitated again.
"He wants you to show up dressed, but, in the course of the first 20 - 30 minutes, get down to some briefs that he will provide. You will circulate amongst the guys, while they touch and feel you up."
Coach looked up at me, and then down again. "He will have you take a break and switch to jock straps. After that, he said it will be `anything goes.' Whatever the men ask you to do, you are to do."
I wondered what that meant, and coach must have seen the question on my face. "He said it is usually like sitting on their laps while they fondle you, jerking off for them, letting them lick and touch you anyplace, stroke their dicks and such. Eventually, every guy there will get off, and you will probably be expected to cum a couple of times."
"Will you be there?" I asked.
He licked his lips. "I could be, if you wanted me to, but those guys kind of creep me out."
He blushed, "I mean, here I am leching on your body, and I am saying they are a bunch of lechers."
He paused. "I have to say, I am not proud that I know some of these guys, but I have seen my share of young men this way. I felt I couldn't do it with students, present company excluded, so I thought this was a way to experience young men."
"I have heard, but never seen, that they have had underage boys there, and I mean young boys." It was like he had to clarify that he had never considered me that young.
"Fuck it!" he said. "You don't have to do this if you don't want, and if you do, I can be there to make sure that nothing gets out of hand, if you want."
I thought about it. Here I was sitting naked in coach's camper, having just screwed him, and he was concerned for my welfare and what I would think of him.
"Look, you have been nothing but decent with me, and it has really been me that has forced myself upon you." I smiled, "But I think you enjoyed it."
He blushed and nodded.
"If this is important to you, then I'll do it. I am pretty sure that Ed will want to do it, as well." I smiled and put my arm on his shoulder. "Get it all set up, and let me know the details."
I stood and started pulling on my shorts and t-shirt. "And, yes, I would like it if you were there."
I told Ed about the coach's proposal. He replied, "Sure, sounds like it would be fun." Ed was always up for anything it seemed. And usually was literally up for everything.
I once asked him if there was anything he wouldn't do. He said, "Nothing that wasn't consensual, nothing with kids, and nothing with pain."
He thought for a minute. "I mean, I learned that pain can produce pleasure, but I can only take it in very small doses." He smiled, "Like Bengay on your balls!" He told me about his experience. "I had met this guy online and he invited me over to his house. He gave me instructions to come to his house, strip outside on the porch, and then ring the bell.
"I followed instructions, and it took him several minutes to come to the door. When he did, he was wearing a hood, and black leather shorts. And he had a big hairy belly. I really fought my laughter, because he looked so hilarious in the outfit.
"He took me downstairs to his dungeon. It was all painted black, and there were cages and bars, and leather covered tables, and a whole wall of weird stuff I had never seen. I was getting nervous, when I saw a guy chained to the wall.
"The guy was blindfolded and gagged . . . and had obviously been shaved from head to toe. He was covered with what I guess was wax, especially around his crotch. He had marks all over his body, like he had been whipped or something. I saw this clear plastic device squeezing his balls, and his dick was pierced with all kinds of needles.
"I told the guy, this is not for me. He just walked over to the guy hanging on the wall. He removed the gag from the guy. 'Are you turned on?' and the guy answered, "Yes, sir.' And then the guy asked, 'Do you want to leave?' 'No, Sir.' The guy replaced the gag, tightened the screws on the guys balls, which caused him to thrash around a bit.
"I told him, not for me. He laughed and said, 'Well, I have your clothes, so I guess you have to stay.'
"I laughed at him and told him I would walk home naked before staying with him. I went back upstairs, and my clothes were stacked by the door. I got dressed and left, and decided I never wanted that kind of thing again."
"Wow, that was some kinky shit!" I said.
He laughed, "Speaking of that, have you ever heard of scat play or fisting?"
I shook my head. He laughed again and said, "Scat is playing with shit, and fisting is a guy putting his hand up your ass!"
"You mean, all the way inside? How do they do that?" I asked, incredulously.
"They use Crisco, or something like that, and work and work on your hole, stretching it and stretching it, until their hand slips inside."
"Is that supposed to be a turn on for the guy getting fisted, or the guy doing the fisting?" I asked, seeking to understand.
"As I understand it, both. I saw a video, once, of a guy with his hand in a guy's ass, then he stuck his dick inside, and basically jerked himself off inside the guy!"
"No fucking way!" I said.
"Yeah, but the guy's ass didn't look like it would ever close up when the hand was removed." His whole body shuddered at the thought, and I agreed with the reaction.
"But you want to try this piss thing?" I asked.
"Yeah, it is something that I want to try. I want to be laying there naked, looking up at these guys as they haul out their dicks and piss on me. Sort of like they were marking me, or trying to degrade me, or something. But I want to jerk off while they do it, and show them that I can turn them on in the process of them trying to humiliate me."
It was convoluted logic, but I guess if that's what he wanted to do, then so be it.
Which reminded me of another question. "Do you ever get piss shy?"
He laughed, "I used to. I couldn't pee in a urinal, if there was somebody standing next to me, even if they couldn't see my dick."
"How did you change that?" I wondered.
"I read somewhere to just stand there until it happened, and to think of waterfalls and rushing, gushing rivers," he laughed. "And it worked. I can now pee anywhere any time."
"Really?" I mean I thought I was not piss shy, but there were some situations where I didn't think I would be able to go, like the gathering of guys pissing on someone.
"Yeah, I once heard about a guy who could pee in guys pockets, and he would win bets that he could. So I tried it once. I was behind the bleachers at a night game, and we had been sneaking beers, so I bet some guy $20 I could pee in his pocket. He took the bet, and I pulled out my dick in front of about 6 or 8 guys, stuffed my dick in his front pocket, and began to piss! He was so mad, but his friends made him pay up. My dick was hanging out of my pants when he pulled away, and I left it out until he paid me."
"That must have been hot!" I said. I doubted I would be able to do anything like that.
Ron, Ed, Rex, Todd and I had a couple of fun times at the pool after it closed, and Rex added to his collection of videos and images.
Chapter 8
Rex had finally rounded up the guys for a scene with Ed and me. I never knew where he got the guys, but I never recognized any of them.
This one was pretty wild; he had set it up at the baseball field at the edge of town. When we got there, there were already 10 - 15 guys waiting.
They gathered in a circle around us. Ed pulled off my shirt, and roughly pulled down my pants. I was only wearing flip flops as well, so I was now completely naked and hard. He unzipped his pants and pulled my head down to his dick, and pushed it deep down my throat. While he was pumping my throat, he reached across my back and started fingering my hole.
There was a lot of murmuring amongst the guys, as he really began to pound my throat. He pulled off his shirt in one swift movement, and then continued to finger fuck my ass.
He was being rough with me, and that seemed to be going over well with the mob. He pulled down his shorts, between strokes into my mouth, and stepped out of them.
He turned and forced my face into his crack, and told me to clean it out! Of course, I was rock hard from the very beginning. I started to jerk my cock. He turned around and, because I was now kneeling on the ground, he could easily step on my dick and push it into the ground. "No one said you could get yourself off!" He pressed down on my cock, and I groaned.
"I'll tell you when you can get off," and he turned and stuffed my face back into his crack. I licked his hairy crack, and tried to pay special attention to his hole.
After doing this for a while, he pulled my head out, turned, and jammed his dick down my throat again. He pounded my face hard, and then stood me up and bent me over. He pushed his dick in, with one quick thrust.
Fortunately, we had both prepared ourselves for this eventuality. "Fuck him!" and "Work that hole!" were shouted to encourage him.
He began to really pound my ass while holding onto my hips. It was like he was pulling my ass onto his dick, and then pushing me off of it.
"On the ground," Ed ordered me, and I laid myself prone on the grass. He then mounted me from behind, as he had done for Todd. He pounded me like that for a while, then flipped us over, until I was sitting on his dick, having to fuck myself by raising and lowering my ass on his dick.
"Yeah! Fuck yourself, punk!" they yelled at me. I wanted to get off so bad! I was squeezing his dick with my ass, and I bounced away on him.
Next, he flipped me up into a doggie position, and began really fucking me fast and furious! "Fuck that bitch!" came the yells.
We were both covered in sweat by the time he wrapped one arm around my chest, and the other on my hip, and sped up, and began moaning. I knew he was close. And he was building up the friction on my hole as well. "Don't cum, you bitch," Ed hissed in my ear. I didn't know if this was for effect, or if he was really feeling this way.
Either way, he soon pulled out of my hole, and shot on it, and then forced his dick back inside me. He did that two or three times, showing that he had cum, and that he was feeding the cum back into my hole.
He threw me down and onto my back, "Now show them how much you enjoyed that!" I grabbed my dick and began fisting it for all I was worth. I did want to cum, and I had enjoyed the public spectacle of the whole thing.
He cleaned cum out of my hole and fed it to me, while I held my nuts with one hand and furiously pumped with the other.
I had my eyes open, and I was looking at the lust-filled eyes around me, as I felt the on coming locomotive of the escalating climax. Soon, I was blasting rope after rope onto my stomach. Ed was scooping it up as fast as I could shoot it, and feeding it to me. I was gasping for breath, and trying to swallow at the same time.
It was a very powerful orgasm, and I shuddered as it began to pass. I licked the last of my cum from my fingers, when I heard Ed yell, "Piss on the bitch!" I didn't know if he was caught up in the fervor of the event, or just play acting, but I saw the guys gather round. Some dicks emerged from the flies of their jeans, and Ed was the first to start pissing.
I was being showered with warm piss. It was going on my hair, face, chest, crotch, and everywhere. Ed pulled my legs up and stuck his pissing dick into my hole, and began to fill me up with piss. What an amazing sensation! Fuck!
When he was done, it gushed out onto the grass. I lay there exhausted.
Ed then blew me away by saying, "Okay, who wants a piece of his ass? Or my ass for that matter?" He leered at them, as he walked around naked in front of them. "I am fucking horny; which one of you wants to fuck my hole?"
He grabbed a dick that was hanging out of a guy's jeans and knelt. He inhaled the dick into his mouth and sucked on it, until it was hard, which only took seconds.
Then he bent over in front of the guy and told him to stick it in. The guy grabbed his hips and forced his dick into Ed's ass. The sheer look of pleasure on the guy's face told me that Ed's ass felt amazing, which, of course, I already knew.
I moved away from the piss soaked spot, and used my discarded t-shirt to wipe myself down. Then I got down on my knees on the grass, with my ass in the air. "Please fuck me!" I said, with an earnest sounding voice.
Ed and I were then gang-banged by 6 or 8 of the guys, and we sucked off several of them. It became a blur of lust for me. I was insatiable, and wanted to be used, and I wanted to have as many guys as possible turned on with my body.
There were times when we both had a guy at both ends using us. Ed and I stayed hard the entire time, and I know I came at least twice more while being fucked by some rather thick dicks.
Guys drifted off, until each of us only had one guy pumping our asses. When they shot their loads, they let it cover our exhausted bodies, and then walked away.
I rolled over onto my back and sighed. "Fuck me! But that was amazing and exhausting!"
Ed laughed and said, "I have no energy to fuck you any more tonight!'
Rex came up and said, "Guys, that was so fucking unbelievable! I looked up at Rex, and he had a huge grin on his face.
"Did you manage to get your nuts off as well?" I asked.
He laughed and said, "Yeah, I had my dick out jerking, and some dude went down on it, and gave me an excellent blow job!"
"Good for you," Ed said, and I knew he meant it.
After laying there and replaying the events, those that I could remember, I realized that was one fucking amazing episode! It was going to take a lot to surpass that one!
"And, you, you fucking asshole!" I said, pointing to Ed, "What's with the whole pissing thing? I thought that was your fantasy?"
He laughed. "I just got caught up in the moment, and it just seemed natural." He paused, "And how did you like your piss enema?"
I thought about how he had filled me up. "Fucking bewildering!" I said, because I couldn't think of the word I wanted to use.
"Speaking of being filled up," he said, "I think I have about a quart of cum up my ass."
"Me, too, and all over me as well," I said.
I sat up and looked around, and then down at my body. It did have streaks of cum all over it. I looked around again. "Where are our clothes?"
Rex and Ed looked around as well. "Looks like they took them for souvenirs." Rex said, laughing.
"Oh, great, nothing to clean up with, and nothing to wear," I said.
"And you are not riding in my car, like that." Rex said.
"Oh, so I suppose you want us to walk home like this!" I said, starting to laugh, and the image that brought to mind.
"Or, you could take the bus!" Rex said, joining me in laughter.
"No, I think we should hitch hike home this way. We would probably get lots of offers!" Ed said, and joined into the laughter.
"Not the way you guys smell. You would have to ride in the back of a pickup!" Rex said.
Then, as if by magic, a pickup pulled up in the parking lot. Ed and I sat up and looked to see who it was. A young kid, who looked to be barely 16, got out of the truck. "Fuck! Looks like I missed it!" he said, kicking the tire on the truck, as he walked towards us.
He stopped and took in the naked Ed and I, and his mouth dropped open. He looked at Rex and said, "Really?"
"Yeah, you missed the fucking gang-bang of all times!" Rex said.
"Shit!" the kid said.
"But I might have a deal for you," Ed said.
"What's that?" the kid asked.
"You give us a ride home in the back of your pickup, and we'll let you have whatever you want from us," Ed offered.
"Anything?" the kid asked.
"Yeah, you want a blow job? Or if you want to fuck us, or you want us to fuck you, or you want to blow us . . . whatever your little heart desires," I said, getting into the swing of things.
The kid looked at us from head to toe, and licked his lips, a sure sign that he was ready to deal, and letting his little head make the decisions; and lust was clouding his eyes.
"Really?" he asked, to make sure.
"As long as you can stand the smell of us," I said, and then he really must have noticed the cum drying on us, and our general fragrance.
He thought for a minute. "How about I take you to the gas station down the road. I think it's closed now, but the water will be on outside. I can hose you down, and then we can go someplace to fulfill your part of the deal."
"Sounds good," I said, standing up and walking towards the truck. That's when I realized he was a good 5 or 6 inches shorter than I was. I saw him gulp, as he wondered if he was going to get the shit beat of him.
I smiled and held out my hand. "A deals a deal," and then I introduced myself, Rex, and Ed. I gather he already knew Rex.
Ed and I climbed into the bed of the truck. Dale, as the kid said his name was, offered to give us a tarp he had in the cab of his truck to cover ourselves with. "Nope, this is just fine with us."
"Really?" he said, ogling our bodies once again.
"Sure," Ed said, smiling and spreading his legs a part a little bit more, so Dale could take in everything.
"Okay," he said, and got into the truck. He took off bouncing out of the parking lot, and almost bucked Ed and me out. Once on the road, he kept looking back at us, as if to see if this was really real. He had one of those back windows that opened up, and had it open so he could get a good view of us.
Ed stood up and, holding onto the roof of the cab, moved up until he was standing up. "I'm king of the world!" he said, spreading his arms. His dick was hanging through the open window into the cab. I think Dale turned to see what was going on, and got a face full of dick!
We pulled into the gas station, and Dale pulled around back. He found a hose coiled up, unwound it, and turned on the water as Ed and I jumped down from the pickup.
Ed took the hose from him and pointed it at me, and used his thumb to make it spray me. "Asshole!" I yelled. That was cold stuff!
But I let him wash me down. He told me to bend over, and I was shocked when he poked the hose up against my hole and water began to rush in. "Fuck!" I said, and jumped.
He laughed. I ran over to the edge of the tarmac and on to the field there. I squatted and voided my bowels. Both of them were laughing, and I think Rex had been taking pictures again.
I took the hose and rinsed off Ed, and when he bent over, I forced the hose to his hole, but he stood there and took it. Then he finally ran over to the field and let loose.
One more rinse, and we were done. "Okay," I said, "Where do you want to go?"
"Where do you want to go?" Dale asked.
"The bed of the pick up is fine with me," Ed said. I think he was like me; I wanted to do this, but his energy was beginning to flag, just like mine.
Rex, ever the genius for ideas, said, "Let's drive over to the Walmart parking lot. We can park out on the fringe of it. You guys can get in the bed of the pickup and have fun!"
"And, what . . . you're going to take pictures?" Ed laughed.
"You betcha!" Rex shot back.
So Rex followed us over to the parking lot and found us a great spot. It was at the edge, but right under a light. I laughed at Dale's expression, when he got out of the truck and hitched up his pants. He looked around, then at the light, and then at the bed of his truck. "Really?"
We laughed and said, "Look, we don't care if it was inside, on the floor of the grocery department, but this is about you. What do you want? Is this too open for you?" Ed said.
Then he paused, "Well, let's do it this way. What do you want to do?"
The kid looked really nervous then. He looked down and then up. "I guess it would be hot to get a blow job?" he asked, more of a question than a statement.
Ed was very gentle in his comment. "Really, Dale, it's what you want. You want a blow job, then you'll get the best one you have ever had!"
His face lit up, and his smile was a big as Lady GaGa's shoes! "Really?"
I laughed then, and said, "Hey, Dale, this isn't a dream. It's real and it's for you."
"Fuck!" he said.
"Can we do it in the cab of the truck?" he asked, seemingly more calm now.
"Sure," Ed said. He moved to get in the truck and then looked back at Dale, "What?"
"You're going to stay naked?" he asked in disbelief. He looked from Ed, to me, and then to Rex. Then he sighed and said, "I know, I know, whatever I want!" He smiled, and pumped his fist, and said, "YES!"
I laughed. Dale got in the cab and scooted over closer to Ed, and then I slid into the driver's seat. I found the lever and moved the seat all the way back. It went back quite a ways, and we had lots of room.
Ed pulled Dale's t-shirt up, and then went to work on unbuttoning his pants. He got them unbuckled and unzipped. Then he made Dale raise up a bit, so he could pull his pants down to mid thigh.
His dick was about six inches long, cut and thick. It had to be 2 inches across. He had kinky rusty-colored pubic hair, and his balls were x-large egg sized, and covered with a sprinkling of the same kinky hair.
He gasped, as Ed fondled his balls. Then Ed lowered his head down into his lap, and he almost jumped off of the seat.
"First blow job?" I asked, running my hand across his chest.
He nodded, and took hold of my dick and squeezed. He closed his eyes, and leaned back into the seat. He was making a low moaning sound, that seemed to be one constant note. It fluctuated in volume and pitch, as Ed played with his balls and worked on his dick.
He had an iron grip on my dick, and I was gently playing with his nipples. I felt him go tense and raise up his crotch, and figured that Ed was getting a mouth full of cum! Dale kept saying, "Oh, Fuck! Oh Fuck!" over and over, and rubbing Ed's head with both hands. He had released my dick, when he arched his back and grabbed Ed's head.
He breathing had become ragged, when he was cumming, and now he relaxed back into the seat, as Ed cleaned up the last of his cum.
He blinked his eyes, when he opened them, as if he was trying to focus. I know I have done that, squeezed my eyes so tightly shut when I cum, that when I first open them I would swear one was looking one way and one the other.
"Oh, fuck! That was fucking amazing!" Ed raised his head, and moved to kiss Dale, but Dale withdrew his head. "Nope, not into that," he said, with a smile and without rancor.
Ed smiled and sat back up. Rex had gotten the whole thing on camera; he was grinning ear to ear.
"Thanks!" Dale said again. He looked at his phone and said, "Shit! I have to get going." He looked from Ed, to me, and finally said, "This is the fucking craziest thing I have ever seen or done!"
Ed and I got out of the truck, and he quickly started his truck and backed out. Then he tore out of the parking lot.
Ed and I followed our boners back to the car with Rex. We looked at each other, and wondered what the next adventure was going to be.