Headbangers Ball - Chapter 5
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So this is the fifth installment of a true story about how I developed a unique fetish. It is not for everyone, but if you discover that you are turned on or even curious, feel free to reach out to me (my email is posted at the top). I'm actually hoping to talk to, and even meet, others who are into this, especially if you are the active type who wants to inflict this fetish on me.
So in the previous chapter I described the first time my buddy and I used the cinder block wall in the garage for skull fucking. He banged my head against the wall good and hard and at a steady pace for about 6 minutes non-stop. It started to hurt half-way through, and by the time he came down my throat I was seeing colors and feeling an electric buzzing in my brain. I even got dizzy and a little nauseous, and had a throbbing headache for a couple hours after. And that electric buzzing in my brain lasted 20-30 minutes or so as endorphins were being released at such increased levels I felt almost drunk and euphoric and high. You already know I can get kinda geeky with all the science and biology, chemistry and physics of head banging, and I know I promised to keep that to a minimum. But my mentioning endorphins exposes an important piece of the puzzle that explains why in the hell any cocksucker would be into getting his head banged hard against a wall or any other surface during a face fuck. So just bear with me for a minute before I get into more graphic details of what me and my buddy continued to do out in the garage. This information I'm gonna share comes from the Mayo Clinic website, so it's a credible source of information.
"Endorphins are chemicals (hormones) your body releases when it feels pain or stress. They're released during pleasurable activities such as exercise, massage, eating and sex too. Endorphins help relieve pain, reduce stress and improve your sense of well-being." OK, so you know I get stressed easy and I often have increased anxiety, but so do a lot of people. But my brain may be programmed to release more endorphins because of that. Endorphin production also increases when a person experiences pain. And yes, getting my head banged against a wooden bench or a cinder block wall definitely hurts after a while. So my brain increases the production of these endorphins when I am getting my face fucked and my head banged, and probably more so after once the headaches start and I'm recovering in my room and noticing the pain more when I'm no longer focused on sucking cock and getting my buddy off. But even more interesting is that endorphins are released during sex. And for me, getting head banged as I get face fucked is the best sex ever. So for all these reasons, endorphins are flooding my brain before, during and after these sessions in the garage.
"Endorphins are created in your pituitary gland and hypothalamus, both located in the brain. Endorphins are a type of neurotransmitter, or messenger in your body. They attach to your brain's reward centers (opioid receptors) and carry signals across your nervous system. Endorphins are natural pain relievers and can have a stronger effect than morphine on your body. They are "feel-good" chemicals because they can make you feel better and put you in a positive state of mind." The key points here are endorphins attach to the brain's reward centers, and this information from Mayo Clinic says these are called "opioid receptors." So yeah, these endorphins are like natural drugs created in the brain. And the statement "endorphins have a stronger effect than morphine on your body" explains why I quickly developed an addiction to the rush of endorphins in my brain during and after a good hard head banging session. I'm a dope fiend and crave that electric buzzing in my brain and need it more often and need it to intensify. It also explains the symptoms of withdrawal I experience and the intense cravings I develop when I don't get this rush of endorphins in frequent enough intervals to feed my addiction.
"Endorphins boost the release of dopamine in your body. Dopamine is another neurotransmitter. Endorphins and dopamine are both chemicals in your body that make you happy, but they function in different ways. Endorphins relieve pain naturally. When they attach to your brain's reward centers (opiate receptors), dopamine is then released. Dopamine can provide an intense feeling of reward. This feel-good neurotransmitter is also involved in reinforcement, which can lead to addiction." So yeah, there it is. And what I have come to experience through head banging is, to me anyway, similar to what I felt whenever I experimented with drugs. But head banging has replaced all drugs in my life, even alcohol, and is now the only way I get "an intense feeling of reward" and that "feel-good" euphoria I need.
In another online article I read about how hardcore drugs like methamphetamine and heroin become so addictive and I found this information: "The feeling of pleasure is how a healthy brain identifies and reinforces beneficial behaviors, such as eating, socializing, and sex. Our brains are wired to increase the odds that we will repeat pleasurable activities. A burst of dopamine signals that something important is happening that needs to be remembered. This dopamine signal causes changes in neural connectivity that make it easier to repeat the activity again and again without thinking about it, leading to the formation of habits. Just as drugs produce intense euphoria, they also produce much larger surges of dopamine, powerfully reinforcing the connection between consumption of the drug, the resulting pleasure, and all the external cues linked to the experience. Large surges of dopamine teach the brain to seek drugs at the expense of other healthier goals and activities." So yeah, again this pretty much hits the nail on the head...or if I want to get cheesy I could say it pretty much hits the skull against the wall! The surge in dopamine makes it "easier to repeat the activity again and again." This is true in the sense that I seek out head banging sessions over and over and more frequently, but it also is true in that during the head banging sessions themselves, it's the knocking of my skull against something hard repeatedly "again and again" that is also addictive. I'm to the point where I need it for a long period of time non-stop, and I need the banging to be harder as well. I don't think the type of sessions me and my buddy started doing in the garage 8 years ago will even do anything to me now. It would be like offering caffeine to a meth addict. It's not nearly enough to get me the feelings I crave. But before I jump to my current level of addiction, let me take you back to the garage 8 years ago, still with my buddy, and explain how even back then I needed to take things farther beyond the level I described at the end of the last chapter.
After that first brain buzzing, headache-inducing, euphoric bliss-making session against the cinder block wall in the garage, I needed more. It took a few hours for the headache to go away, and took about a day for my throat and the back of my head to feel better. By then, my buddy was back and we were both ready to do this again. It was Tuesday of the last week of school. I didn't really see my buddy that much at school that day, but we did pass each other in the hall a few times. He usually sat with different people at lunch and to be honest, outside of what we did after school, we didn't really have a lot in common. I think it was really hard for him to separate what we did from any type of meaningful friendship. We grew apart in that way maybe because it was too awkward for him to see me as anything else than a cocksucker he used multiple times a week. And the more we got into the rougher shit out in the garage, the more we agreed (without ever really talking about it) to make that the central focus of our relationship. And believe me I was more than happy with this arrangement. So it was at the end of the day when we usually sought each other out, and it was a well-developed routine of when we would leave the school, often times separately, either on foot, or on bikes, and would catch up with each other once we were a few blocks away from the school. We were neighbors, so it wasn't odd that we both headed off in the same direction. I don't think anyone ever noticed, because it never came up among any of my friends (whom by the way were not face fucking me). I did have somewhat of a reputation as a bi kid who liked to suck cock, and I had a decent group of "regulars" I serviced now and then, but there wasn't a lot of crossover in the group. Most didn't know who else I sucked off. Besides, a lot of them were older guys, even some married guys with kids. They didn't hang in the same circles as 16 year-old high school boys. Just in case you're wondering.
So when we get to my house, we check to see no one is around and take the bikes out back behind the garage and walk in the back door. We don't feel the need to pretend like we're tossing a ball around anymore. It's been a few weeks and no one in my family seems to notice what we do, and no one has come into the garage unexpectedly or even came looking for me. At this point, I was needing it bad and didn't worry about getting caught. But I worried that my buddy would get freaked out about the possibility and then quit doing this after school with me. So I always did my best to make him feel comfortable and let him lead the way and take charge. Plus I think he was developing his own addiction to the intense orgasms he was getting nearly every day; plus in the garage he seemed to get off quicker and his head banging face fucks were usually around 6 to 7 minutes now, and that left a very short window for us to get caught anyway. He was definitely feeling more confident. And I was feeling more and more desperate for to have him use me this way. He definitely picked up on that, because with his increased confidence also came increased cockiness. I could sense it in his smirk when he watched me scramble into position in front of the cinder block wall. I'm sure he was thinking, "man this sick faggot really wants my cock and cum," and that was certainly true. But I was equally desperate for the pain and the pleasure that mixed together to create that intense feeling of euphoria, the powerful feeling of reward from the rush of dopamine and the pleasure of those other endorphins flowing like electricity through my buzzing, vibrating brain. I was on the floor, back against the wall, with my mouth open, and probably drooling, even before he had his belt unbuckled. The sound of a jingling belt buckle and a zipper being pulled down gets me so excited. The sights and smells of a sweaty cock being pulled out – whether soft, hard, or somewhere in between – is always memorizing to me. I explained this in earlier chapters, but it comes to mind again in light of what I just quoted from that article on addiction: "Just as drugs produce intense euphoria, they also produce much larger surges of dopamine, powerfully reinforcing the connection between consumption of the drug, the resulting pleasure, and all the external cues linked to the experience." All these sights and sounds and smells and tastes related to sucking cock, and all the sounds and sensations related to getting my head banged repeatedly against a hard surface are "external cues linked to the experience" that provides so much pleasure to me and reinforces the reward and feeds the addiction. I'm sick. But I'm happy.
Today, by the time my buddy's pants fell to his ankles, he was mostly all the way to full hardness. His cock throbbed in front of me and I could see the familiar bead of precum oozing from the tip. I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around his cock head to taste him. I didn't have to lick his balls or anything, even though I love doing that. He was ready to get right to it. He put his hands on the wall, sorta in a push up position, and I pushed myself forward to take his cock deep until he banged the back wall of my throat. He thrusted and I provided the right amount of resistance to require him to use enough force to drive my skull back into the wall with a dull thud. I followed his back stroke until my head was 5-6 inches from the wall to meet his next thrust and we quickly established that ideal rhythm. He flipped that switch in his brain that turned his thrusting hips into a machine and he was driving his cock hard and banging that back wall of my throat and it didn't take long for it to get sore, especially since he bruised it good yesterday. There is something about that pain that motivates me. It's like a badge of honor to take cock that hard and get a sore throat from it. And the pain became an addiction to. Not just the pain of a sore throat, but also the pain from the head banging, the bruises on the back of my head, and the headaches I get during and after a good head banging face fuck session are all addictive to me. And I crave it and always want more of it. I have no idea if my buddy knew he was hurting me, but I assume he did, because how could what he was doing to me not be painful. I've learned from experience with other guys who use me that there indeed are guys out there who get more pleasure out of an orgasm when they know they are hurting me in the process. It's like another one of those weird math equations I mentioned in the last chapter. This equation asserts that the more pain I get means the less physical pleasure I get out of sex, which is transferred to him. In other words, the less physical pleasure I get out of sex, the more pleasure he gets. I suffer to increase his pleasure. The fact that I never experience and orgasm from head banging face fucks just means that energy is focused on him and his pleasure. And the equation seems to add up, because the guys who tell me they enjoy knowing I am getting hurt when they use me do indeed report their orgasms are more intense and their pleasure is magnified. And that also becomes part of my sick addiction, because I crave giving a guy the most pleasure he can get out of a session. And if that means bruising my throat, bruising my skull, getting headaches and even concussions, it is all worth it if he gets more pleasure out of using me. Whatever side of the equation you find yourself on, I bet you agree with me. It's all about the guy whose cock is doing the fucking. It's about his pleasure and his orgasm and his satisfaction. That is all that ever matters when it comes to this kind of sick, one-sided sex. And I am very happy to be on the pain side of the equation. It is where I belong and where I need to be. All the time, every time.
So yeah, I suspect my buddy understood I was getting hurt during these head banging sessions in the garage. And he must have been okay with that because we kept doing it and he kept having the intense orgasms he deserved. Doing it two days in a row just made the pain come quicker, pretty much from the very beginning of the face fuck session. I was lost in the jarring sensations of my skull hitting the wall full on, and the vibrations it sent through my gelatinous brain. The impacts were good and hard, and they kept coming at a steady pace. Nevertheless I did the same thing I did the day before: my hands that had been resting on the cement floor of the garage lifted to touch my buddy's ass. I wanted to just hang on to him and feel the power of his thrusts. And like yesterday, my hands just touching his ass communicated to him that he could go harder. And that's what he did. I was seeing colors again. My head was all electric. As he banged my head harder against the cinder block wall, I kinda felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, but I really wasn't. My buzzing brain was creating images between the flashes of colors and I thought about what he must look like from behind, with his hands on the wall above me, his pants down around his ankles, and his hips thrusting his cock as he face fucked me. As I felt his ass, I could visualize what it looked like, white and pale and tight, cheeks clenching with each powerful thrust, and a slight giggling when my head hits the wall and his thrusting is stopped by the back wall of my throat. Almost like the vibrations of the impact was sending ripples of energy through his butt cheeks. Anyway, that's what I was seeing between those flashes of green and blue each time my skull banged that wall. But I let my hands drop back to the cement floor of the garage floor, and as I felt the that floor, just for a second I had the thought of how it would feel to lay on the cement floor and let my buddy get on top in a pushup position and fuck my face that way. But as my skull banged the wall hard again I let go of that thought and just focused on the present moment, what my buddy was doing to me right now. I wanted to focus on the colors, the flashes of light. I wanted to listen to the buzzing in my brain and appreciate – and yes even enjoy – the pain I was feeling in my throat and head. My buddy was hurting me and I needed this, and I knew it would be over way sooner than I wanted, so I focused on what time I had left. The colors were cool metallic greens with some blues mixed in on the peripheral edges. The buzzing inside my head seemed amplified and I realized I was humming on my buddy's cock as he fucked my face. I'm sure he could feel it.
The back wall of my throat was tender and sore, and his cock head kept banging the same spot repeatedly. And I wanted him to keep doing it. That's the sick part. I've had sore throats from deep throating guys before, but this was a different kind of sore throat. His dick was a battering ram and he was going at it good and hard. Despite the pain I kept a tight suction on his cock and even pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft to make my mouth a tight pussy for him to fuck. And I concentrated on rocking my torso forward on his pull back strokes so he could thrust hard and bang my head back into the wall good and hard. Even without my hands on his ass he maintained that harder, faster thrusting rhythm, and I heard him moan. When he moans I know that means he is moving toward climax. The buzzing sound in my brain and thud of my skull hitting the wall was too loud to hear his breathing, so I couldn't tell for certain, but I'm sure his breathing was getting heavier as he focused on his pleasure and moving himself closer and ever closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss. I knew there was only a couple minutes left at this point, and I wondered if I returned my hands to his ass if it would have the same effect as earlier. My hands raised off the cement floor and I just lightly touched the back edge of his hips and part of each ass cheek. I didn't squeeze, I didn't rub, I didn't push. I simply let my hands rest there to feel his thrusting power as he continued to bang my head against the wall. But god damn that simple act of placing my hands back on his ass and hips did exactly what it did before – and what I was hoping for – it gave him the signal to go even harder and faster. As the speed of his thrusting increased the length of his pull back strokes shortened because his hips were moving back and forth faster, so even though I still rocked forward to follow him on the pullback strokes, my skull was only getting 3-4 inches away from the cinder blocks behind me now. But he was thrusting harder and the impact of my skull against the wall was just as hard – or perhaps slightly harder now. And for the next 2 minutes I let him hurt me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fireworks, and the colors got brighter with each impact; glowing greens and blues were now accented with flashes of white. My head hurt. My throat hurt. The buzzing was louder and I couldn't hear any more moans coming from my buddy. The electricity in my brain was so loud I barely heard him start his vocalizations as he neared his climax. I heard the word "fuck" and "faggot" and "cum" and "fuck" a few more times. These words always excited me, but I was also a bit disappointed that this session was about to end. He was fucking faster, thrusting harder, my head was banging the wall the way I needed and then there was a sudden power thrust that banged my head against the wall so hard the white flash inside my head looked like lightening, and I felt his cock throbbing against the tender bruised spot in the back of my mouth. He didn't cum deep in my throat this time, he just slammed his cock in as hard as he could and pinned my skull to the wall with his final forceful thrust. And I swallowed his cum. The buzzing in my brain was still loud and I couldn't hear any sounds he was making as he unloaded. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I kept my head pinned to the wall but turned my eyes up to look at my buddy's face. He was flushed and sweaty and he looked really happy and relaxed. I guess he said something to me but I couldn't hear because the buzzing in my head, combined with a ringing in my ears, was drowning out all other sounds. Then I felt him slap the top of my head a few times and then grab my hair to pull me toward his cock again. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock forward and I sucked on it and swirled my tongue around to clean off his cock for him. I always did this but I guess I was slow to move after this session and didn't hear him when he told me to clean his cock for him. When he was satisfied and his cock was nearly all the way soft again, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled up his pants and like always I sat and watched him tuck his cock away and adjust himself before pulling up his zipper, buttoning his pants and buckling his belt. My hearing was coming back some, but everything sounded muffled. I also had a pounding headache and could feel my pulse in my ears. There was still a good buzz inside my brain and when I closed my eyes I still saw very light hues of metallic green and blue. As he stepped back, I got up off the floor and the rush of blood to my head made me dizzy, but the garage wasn't spinning. It was more like feeling I was going to fall, like I was walking on a narrow path along a cliff. My balance was off a little. We left the garage and walked out to where we dropped our bikes. He picked his up and as he got on his bike, he reminded me I forgot to thank him. I was embarrassed that I forgot, because he certainly deserved being thanked for what he just did for me. So I thanked him and he smirked and then said "see ya at school" and he took off on his bike around the garage and up the driveway. I walked back behind the garage and picked up my bike to put it away, and I got real dizzy then and almost fell over. I walked my bike through the back door of the garage and leaned it against the far wall so that my mom could get her car in the garage when she got home from work. Then I went inside and upstairs to my room. I lay down and focused on the throbbing headache and sore throat my buddy gave me and I was indeed thankful. I could still taste his cum in the back of my mouth. I laid there for about an hour and just appreciated all I was feeling. Those endorphins flowed and drowned out a lot of the pain for that hour or so, but as the buzzing in my brain subsided, the pain of that throbbing headache came back worse than it was in the garage. I vowed not to take any aspirin or anything. I didn't want to disrespect my buddy that way, and I was realizing that the pain was part of the addiction. It was my reward.
I eventually sat up at the edge of the bed, I was a bit dizzy but that was mostly because I sat up too fast. I stood up and seemed to be fine. I walked to the bathroom across the hall, the very bathroom with the wooden vanity where this all started. I washed my hands and face because it would be dinner time soon and I probably needed to help set the table or something. My parents were both home by now. I didn't have much of an appetite and my throat was too sore to really eat much anyway. My mom asked if I was sick and I just said I ate too much for lunch and just wasn't hungry. Later that night I did eat a bowl of ice cream and it felt soothing on my bruised throat. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. Except I noticed I wasn't in the mood to jack off before bed like I did most every night. Instead I just went to bed and I fell asleep real quick and slept through the night. Maybe my brain shut my body down so it could heal. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't have a headache but my throat was still a little sore. That was about it.
I did see my buddy at school that day, and towards the end of the lunch period he did seek me out when I was coming back from the restroom and he told me he couldn't come over after school today. It was Wednesday and we only had 2 days left, and one of those days was really just cleaning and a stupid picnic. And an early dismissal at 2:00. I was pretty disappointed that we weren't doing a session today, and I think he could read that on my face. He smirked and told me he needed a rest anyway, because he planned to use me harder tomorrow. And he did. Thursday afternoon was another great head banging face fuck session. It was almost the same as the one I just described, except he was able to last a few minutes longer and his climax was more impressive, and he shot a bigger load with that day off in between that refilled his balls I guess. I don't think it really pays to describe sessions that are pretty much the same as what I already described. Go back and reread the last session and just imagine it's Thursday instead of Tuesday. Besides, I want to tell you about what happened a couple weeks later.
That Thursday session was the last one for the week, because we didn't meet up after the last day of school on Friday, and that was the start of Memorial Day weekend and as I mentioned before Sunday was graduation for my sister's class. We didn't have another session until the Tuesday after Memorial Day. So that was 4 days of no head banging and I was really craving it. And that Tuesday afternoon I got it from my buddy and he did not disappoint. With school out, we didn't have much of a schedule to follow, so we started meeting up less often. I still had other cocks to suck, including this married guy two streets over. He and his wife just had their third kid and he wasn't really getting any attention from the wife. We connected through an app that caters to faggots, bi guys, and to straights who just need servicing, the kind of app that shows you how close you are to other guys on the app. We were less than 2000 feet apart, so there was a level of convenience to our hookups. This married guy was 31 and I was nearly 17 as I had a birthday coming up in less than 5 months. He wasn't a head banger, and wasn't really rough or aggressive for that matter. He did enjoy good head and he found out he could get it from me whenever he wanted or needed it. A lot of times we met in his backyard at night through the summer. But he doesn't really fit the topic of this particular series of stories, so maybe I will write about him another time. But I do want to wrap up writing about my buddy. Like I said, a lot of our sessions were pretty much the same. I just want to tell you about the session right before he left for a family vacation. He was going on a trip with his parents and was gonna be out of town for 2 weeks. I was worried if I could go that long without one of his head banging face fucks; actually I was a little scared I'd go into serious withdrawal. The week before he left we did it three times against the cinder block wall in the garage, and they were all about the same session as I previously described. Don't get me wrong, I had no complaints. But I was anxious about having to go without it for two weeks. I felt so stressed out and almost had a panic attack worrying about it. They were leaving on their trip on a Sunday, so he promised to come over to my place that Saturday morning and nail my skull to the wall. And he did, and because it would be two weeks before he'd have an intense orgasm like that again, he worked extra hard to make sure he received as much pleasure out of using me as he could that morning. The fireworks in my brain were amazing. My head and throat hurt and the buzzing was loud but so damn comforting. I wasn't getting as dizzy anymore, but definitely feeling light headed after each session. And this Saturday morning I made sure I thanked my buddy and let him know how much I appreciated what he did for me. He walked over and didn't have his bike, so after we finished I followed him out of the back door of the garage and we walked around to the driveway. We stood there for a minute or two as he told me more about the trip he was about to take, how far they were driving, what cities they'd be going through and relatives they were visiting along the way. I was happy to stand and listen as I could still taste his cum in my mouth. Just then my mom came out of the house and saw us. She walked up to us at the end of the driveway and said "I didn't know David was here, Ian. Do you want to invite him to stay for lunch?" It was an awkward moment for sure, but my buddy being as paranoid as he is about raising suspicion about the nature of our friendship surprised me by saying he'd like to stay and have lunch. He did sorta have a crush on my older sister, and maybe that was the reason why he accepted. I'll spare you the details about the lunch and all that. My mom asked a lot of questions about the trip and my buddy ended up staying for a couple hours. And my older sister seemed interested and she stuck around, so that's maybe what kept him there as long as it did. We did end up back outside and my mom and both my sisters were getting ready to go do some shopping. They ended up leaving in mom's car. My dad, I should mention, was out golfing with 2 guys from work, so that left me and my buddy home alone. I asked him if he wanted to play video games but he didn't feel like it. He mentioned he should get going anyway, but yet he lingered like he was waiting for something. Since we were alone I took advantage of the moment to tell him I was gonna miss him when he was gone. He smirked and was suddenly all cocky again and said it was his cock I was going to miss. I had to admit he was right, but I also liked him as a friend and enjoyed spending time with him. But deep down we both knew that if it wasn't for the face fucking sessions we have been engaged in for most of this past school year, we'd probably hardly – if ever – hang out together. Even though my anxiety was spiking and I was fidgeting and not really looking him in the eye, I somehow got enough courage to say more. I admitted I was worried about missing him too much over the next two weeks, and we both understood that I really meant I was worried and anxious about not having a head banging face fuck for two weeks. The cocky smirk stayed on his face as he listened to me and I decided to just go ahead and ask – no beg – for one more session before he leaves. He said "you really need it that bad?" and all I could do was nod my head yes and look down at the ground. He just stood there waiting. I finally looked up and met his stare and said "please?" he crossed his arms and smirked even more dramatically. I swallowed hard and looked him deep in his eyes and said it even louder... "Please!" He mumbled something about me being a nasty needy faggot but then started walking around to the back door of the garage and I followed him like a starving puppy. We walked into the garage and I closed and locked the door behind us out of habit and then quickly scrambled into position against the cinder block wall that he nailed my skull to just a few hours ago. He started undoing his pants again and said he didn't know if he could cum again. He was 16 and I didn't have much doubt that he wouldn't be able to deliver another load. As every time before, his pants dropped to his ankles and his cock was again exposed in front of my face. It was soft, but I saw it twitch when I leaned forward to suck it into my mouth. I was very familiar with his cock and what it liked and it didn't take more than 2 minutes to get him to full hardness again. And as I was bobbing my head on his cock he put his hands on the wall above me and said something he never did before. He said "ready?" I lifted my eyes up to him and leaned forward a little more in answer to his question. And with that his thrusting started and my skull was again banging the wall.
He was back to being a machine and he established his rhythm and I kept up with him, rocking forward on his pull back strokes as I described several times before. Maybe it was the assurance that we were totally alone and couldn't get caught, or maybe it actually was the fact that he just came 3 hours ago, but he fucked my face a good ten minutes at a steady, constant pace, and my head was hitting the wall as hard as it usually does. My throat was immediately sore; it had very little time to recover from this morning. The back of my head was sore too, and my headache from earlier hadn't even fully gone away yet. But here we were back at it again, and I think my brain was shocked that it was bouncing around inside my skull so soon after the last session. The colors, or what I started to describe as "the fireworks," returned right away, as did the electric brain buzzing. Those endorphins were flowing strong and attaching to the opioid receptors in my brain, causing another surge of dopamine that was reinforcing this addiction by rewarding my brain with a lot of pleasure. I was experiencing a head banger high and it was incredible. Ten minutes nonstop was longer than we ever went at it before. My buddy was doing an amazing job and giving it to me good; my head was banging the wall hard. I put my hands on his ass and like magic he increased the speed and power of his thrusting. This lasted another 2 minutes. I thought he was getting close to cumming again because of the speed, and my head was only moving away from the wall 3 or 4 inches and it felt like a familiar ending to the typical head banging face fuck session. But his climax didn't arrive. He gave it an extra hard effort for another minute, but even then he did not reach orgasm. I was fine with that because I didn't want this to end. But I could tell he was getting frustrated. When I first wrote about him I described he always has an urgency in his face fucks, a need to get off and to achieve an intense orgasm. I was hoping his urgency would push him to keep going. But he stopped. He wiped sweat off his forehead while he pinned me to the wall with his cock and I could roll my eyes up to see him looking down at me. I was anxious he was going to quit and abort his mission to get off again. But then I saw that cocky smirk return to his face when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and backed up. He looked at me and said "get over to the work bench, faggot." The sounds were muffled because my ears were ringing, but I could hear well enough, I quickly scrambled to get in place at one of those big sturdy wooden legs of the workbench. I think I even heard him chuckle as he watched me scramble with a desperate look of neediness on my face. Within a second of scrambling into place, he was again in front of me with a still rock hard cock pointed at my open mouth. I rocked forward to take him back into my mouth as he placed his hands on top of the work bench. And with as much force as he had in his hips, he thrusted forward and drove my skull with power into the wooden beam behind my head. He flipped that switch to machine mode again and literally nailed my skull to the wood. He fucked hard and fast and I knew he lost none of his urgency to cum. That brief break we took as I scrambled to my position against the work bench was all it took to renew his need to climax. He needed to cum again and he was determined to reach his climax and have a powerful, pleasurable orgasm at my expense. He was thrusting so hard my head was banging the leg of the workbench with enough force to make all the tools on the workbench rattle. At one point, a few of the combination wrenches my dad used on the lawn mower yesterday, that he left laying at the other end of the work bench, fell off and hit the cement floor of the garage with a metallic clang. That seemed to push my buddy into overdrive and he grunted and started thrusting faster and harder. This time I knew for sure we were close to the big finish.
It took another minute before my buddy got vocal and I heard him this time: "I'm gonna fucking cum faggot... I'm fucking gonna fucking cum" ... and he punctuated the last four words with very hard head bangs into the workbench ... "you ... sick ... faggot ... fuck" and then pinned my skull against the hard wood of the workbench leg, with his own hard wood pinned against the bruised back wall of my throat as he shot a load of cum that was just as big as the one he shot a few hours earlier. As he stood there I sucked hard on his cock and pressed my tongue up against the underside of his shaft to squeeze out the last few drops. This would be the last load of cum I'd get from him for 2 weeks or maybe longer. As I did this his knees buckled and he moaned and I knew he had a good orgasm. We both got what we needed. My head was buzzing and I felt dizzy again. And as I watched him pull up his pants again I started noticing the pain in my head, not just the splitting headache he gave me, but the pain in the back of my skull that was just banged against a cinder block wall hard for over 13 minutes and then nailed to a sturdy wooden post for another 3 minutes until he finally fed me his second load of cum. That 16 minutes was the longest head banging session I ever had up to that point, and it happened about 3 hours after one of the normal 6 minute sessions I was used to. And even though my throat was sore, and my head hurt, I was thinking how I wished we could do it again right then and there. But my buddy was done. Even at 16, a guy still needs time to recover. If I could get him to hang out at my place a few more hours I might convince him to do it again. I was really worried because it would be 2 weeks or possibly longer before I got head banged again. As I said earlier, I wasn't worried about missing out on cum, cuz I had guys I could blow to satisfy that addiction. But I was anxious about getting through the next 2 weeks without the head banging buzz. I thought about begging my buddy to let me go on his family trip, but in reality I knew that would never ever happen. I was lost in an anxious fantasy and still somewhat stunned by the pain in my head, but the buzz I had was incredible. There was a rush of pleasure in my brain that I would feel years later in a similar way when I experimented with some hard core drugs in college, but at this moment I didn't understand all that endorphin shit I tried to explain in this chapter, and how what was happening to me as I sat there still propped against the work bench was what happens to drug users. It's that rush that we all crave, those pleasurable feeling surging through the brain that we want and we constantly need more of it. You may wonder why I'd go through all this pain to get that high when I could get it from drugs. Well I was 16 at this time too, and I was pretty naive about drugs and sex. I hadn't done much experimenting with either at this point. So I wasn't even aware back then what was happening and why I was feeling so good after getting my head banged so hard like that. I definitely understood that I liked it and I wanted the buzz to last longer and I wanted to get that buzz as often as I could. At this point it only happened with me and this one buddy of mine I've been writing about. He was the only one banging my skull against hard surfaces during the sex stuff we were doing for this past school year. I wasn't yet aware that I'd find other guys to do this to me. I also wasn't aware how strong of an addiction I'd develop for this weird fetish. It is linked to sex in my twisted mind, so that also kinda explains why drugs are no substitute for head banging. When I did experiment with drugs later in college, the high I got was different, and there was a lot missing from the experience, all those sights and sounds and smells and tastes related to sucking cock, and all the sounds and sensations related to getting my head banged repeatedly against a hard surface are "external cues linked to the experience" that provides so much pleasure to me, and that reinforces the reward I get and feeds the addiction and makes me want more and more of all of this. It's just not the same as shooting heroin. I need to get my high and feed my addiction through head banging. Drugs are just not satisfying enough.
It's easy to think it through now, 8 years later, when I'm now 24 and had the time to experiment more with drugs and sex and finding what I like and what I need. But sitting there, feeling high at the same time I was feeling pain in my head, was all I knew, and it was all I wanted. My buddy had his pants and belt done up again and said something about having to get home. My hearing was a bit muffled again so I didn't really understand what he said. He looked at me and I think he asked if I was okay, and I understood that only because he had a look of concern on his face. I nodded my head to signify I was fine and my buddy left the garage and I assumed he was walking back home. I sat there for a while, feeling both high and euphoric, the pain was there too, but those endorphins were doing their job and masking it well. It's a natural process that happens, a mix of chemicals – including adrenaline – that helps the body get through the pain. It's the runner's high, or the weightlifters high, the athletes who are able to push through pain and keep going. But that high wears off after a while but the pain lingers. But pain is also a sign of healing. Sore muscles are healing muscles. Sore throats are healing throats. Sore skull bones are healing skull bones. Sore brains are healing brains; it's the feeling of tissues being repaired and restored. It's also similar to the pain of a hangover. You drink and overdo it, feel pretty good at the time, but pay for it the next day. All of these analogies and comparisons apply to head banging. I was feeling really good at the moment, and I sat there for a while just letting that electric buzz go through my brain. Maybe a half hour passed. I felt the need to piss, so I figured I should get up and take care of that. As I tried to stand I suddenly got dizzy again, light headed, so I sat back down and waited a couple minutes before trying to get up again. I turned around on my knees and used the work bench to pull myself up to a standing position. The garage was spinning a bit, so I stood and leaned against the work bench for a bit. The spinning seemed to stop. My headache was throbbing now that I was standing. I still felt light headed but the dizziness was going away. I was able to walk, although I took it slow, and managed to get into the house. I pissed in the downstairs bathroom and then went and laid down on the couch in the living room. There was nobody home but the house was not silent. I heard a buzzing in my head and ringing in my ears. I could also hear my pulse in my ears. As I laid there a while, the high was still good, but starting to fade. I ended up falling asleep for a while but woke up when my mom and sisters got back home. I sat up on the couch. I still had a headache but the buzzing in my brain was gone. I didn't feel dizzy or anything, but I did get a little light headed when I stood up. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and the cold water felt good as it soothed the bruise in the back of my mouth caused from my buddy's cock. The headache lasted for most of the night. Sometimes it was as pounding as it was earlier, and the back of my head was also sore. The rest of the night was uneventful and I went to bed around midnight. I didn't feel like jacking off so I skipped that. I've been doing less and less of that lately. I did think about my buddy and I was missing him, or more accurately missing his cock as he knew I would. I had trouble falling asleep wondering how I was going to get through the next 2 weeks without getting the high I desperately needed again already.
At the start of the next chapter I'm gonna finish up writing about my buddy. I will tie up a few loose ends regarding our relationship and then start writing about other guys I've met who turned out to be into head banging me while they fucked my face. There are not a lot of guys out there, so there are some dry stretches where I wasn't getting head banged at all. And that's where the experimentation with drugs started. But I eventually work my way back to rediscovering the unique high I only get from getting head banged. If you enjoyed reading about what my buddy did to me in this chapter, you will definitely like reading about some of the other guys I've met, especially the ones who are currently using me. What you read so far about my early experiences is very mild compared to how I get head banged now. I want to get this all written down while I still can, and I'm glad there are people out there who not only enjoy reading about this fetish, but who also want to get into this head banging shit. If you are someone who wants to bang my head while you face fuck me, please reach out to me. I want to talk to you and hopefully meet up. My name is Ian. My email is EvilScout1488@yahoo.com.