The following story is an erotic work of fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any further. Any similarities to real people and/ or places is purely coincidental.
So, this is the first 'story' I have EVER submitted to nifty and if anyone wants to give any feedback, they can email me at chickenfriedriceftw@gmail.com . It would be appreciated.
BTW guys, sorry for the cheesy title- it's the best I could come up with.
Chapter One.
His hair was jet black and his eyes shone as if mahogany, or teak. His body was lean; his muscles- defined. His skin- tanned and his face- enchanting. His name was Harry and he was perfect.
It was one of those parties. One of those parties with the loud music and people dancing. Dancing has never really happened for me, it just never felt quite right... Not that I didn't mind watching other people dancing- if I did I think that that party would have been a considerably less interesting experience. The thing is: boys are just so hot.
I watched the bodies gyrate, then shivered in a perfectly warm room. My eyes darted across the dancers and then I saw Harry. My glance lingered a little too long and our eyes caught. He grinned at me then kissed the air between us. He was a bit of a twat; albeit a hot one.
After a few of those energy drinks you try instead of alcohol when trying to avoid getting too drunk, the night began to buzz by in a caffeine induced rush and before I knew it the music was turned off and the room began to empty. I waited- seeking to avoid a queue- and was surprised to find myself and Harry trailing behind at the end of the stream of people.
"Saw you checking me out back there." He declared.
I shrugged, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Hey, don't ignore me." he demanded, as he grasped by chin and turned my face towards him- our eyes locked. "This chick just turned me down," he said, pushing me against a wall and pressing his cock onto my leg, "So I'm looking for someone to fuck. You up for it?"
How could I say no? I nodded pathetically- he did have hold of my head. He smirked, "Good, now follow me to my taxi. You can suck me on the way back to mine."
We crossed the gloomily lit car park until he reached a plain black taxi. He opened a back door and flung me inside: "Make yourself comfortable, gay boy." To be honest, I didn't mind the degradation- all part of the experience, y'know.
He walked casually to the other side of the car and got in. Ignoring his seat belt (part of me disapproved) he told the driver where to go through the small hole in the screen between front and back. The car came to life and he swung it out of the car park and onto the road.
As we pulled away, he undid the button and fly on his jeans revealing yellow Calvin Kleins. He shook the waistband of his jeans halfway to his knees. And left me to drool over the hard lump of meat, the outline of which he had just revealed. His legs were covered in coarse hair, giving him a masculine and animalistic look.
Eventually the temptation was too great. I reached out towards his shaft with both hands. "Mouth only, bum boy." He warned.
I leant forward with my arms further back supporting myself. I wrapped my mouth around the end of his cock and licked at it through the now moist cotton. "Do I have to do everything?" He exclaimed as he roughly shoved my head away and pulled his boxers down to meet his jeans.
His nine-incher jumped upwards and shook gently with the motion of the car. I moved my face in again, but Harry began slapping my cheeks with his cock. "Yeah, you like that don't you. Getting fucked by a proper man with a proper big man cock.". I have a feeling he said that more for his benefit than mine, but it's the thought that counts. We braked sharply for a traffic light and I became aware the driver was driving rather too fast. We were already out of Northampton and I figured it wouldn't be long until we reached wherever it was that Harry lived.
Harry began to open a window while we were stopped at the lights. I looked up, but he pushed down on the back of my head forcing nearly all his nine inches into me. "Just keep sucking." He demanded as I gagged hopelessly around his moist, warm cock.
The window was all the way down now and I realized he was talking to his mate Richie in the car next to us. "Got myself a real cock-whore in here," he told his friend, "you should come round mine and we'll share him."
"Will do." Came Richie's reply and we were off again, except this time, Richie's car was following us. Richie wasn't driving; he must've got a lift off some older friends. As long as the older kids didn't get any ideas I was fine with this. Richie was fit.
Worried I was becoming distracted, I slowly raised my head, watching inch after inch of his shaft slide out of my mouth. Then I started going back down again. I bobbed my head up and down quicker, feeling his cock trying to force its way further in me.
"Is that the best you can do?" he taunted, "When we get back to mine I'm gonna fuck your face so hard..."
We swung violently off the dual-carriageway (the A45 if you're interested) and we began bouncing along little country lanes. Now was a bad time to get car sick so I pushed his cock further into my mouth, gagging a little as I went, and smelt the musty aroma emanating from his pubes and pretended that everything else wasn't there in the hope this would stop me from being sick. It kind of worked, I wasn't sick at least.
Soon, we were pulling up outside his house. It was a normal sized detached house with a nice garden- it had a tree or two. Harry jumped out of his seat and walked round the car, opened my door a yanked me out of the car- his cock still protruding from his jeans. I rushed eagerly to his door, whilst he paid the shocked looking taxi driver then strolled nonchalantly behind.
No sooner were we under the porch than Richie's mates sped onto the driveway. The car was an old Nisan Micra covered in dents and some rust. A shadowy figure leant out of the car and passed Richie something I couldn't quite discern. The car's tyres shrieked and it shot away.
"Look what I found!" he announced, waving a camcorder in his right hand as he clambered out of the car. "Go on Harry do something for the camera." I presumed a video of whatever was going to happen to me was the price of Richie's lift.
We were in plain view of anybody in the houses around us, but Harry didn't open the door. In stead he said "God, I need a piss." That got me instantly excited. "Get on your knees, and open your mouth, slut." He said all this loudly, partly so the camcorder would pick it and partly to humiliate me.
I knelt down obediently and opened my mouth as he pointed his swollen cock at my face. Richie and his camcorder were closer now, and his lens switched from my expectant face, to Harry's deadly straight shaft.
I was hoping the piss would start streaming into my mouth any second, but eventually I looked up at his face. It was then that the jet of warm liquid started splashing all over my face.
He redirected his aim- the piss began coursing into my mouth. I tried desperately to drink it all, but when I closed my mouth to swallow it trickled down my chin. I opened my eyes; I saw him smirk and heard him say "Sorry, I must've missed."
As the salty fluid flowed down my throat, Harry moved his hefty cock closer to my mouth. Richie now held his camcorder yet closer to us. Now, out of the corner of my eye, I could see the swollen lump in his jeans. Richie was just as hot as his friend- his face was cute yet masculine which contrasted his dark blond hair which, shortly cut, gave him a dominant, almost aggressive, look. By the look of his jeans too, he was pretty hung.
Harry's piss began to run out allowing me to swallow the salty juice less rapidly. By the time he was finished using my mouth as a urinal, Harry had his cock head at least two inches inside my mouth. It was then that he grasped the back of my head, interlocked his fingers, declared it was "time for my face fuck" and thrust his cock deep into me.
I tried to gag, but it made no difference. I let out a scream- it was muffled by his meat but was still pretty loud. Richie's cock was now poking out the top of his jeans and he trembled gently with excitement. Harry still held his cock deep in my throat. Just as I was about to be sick I relaxed. I felt his vein-covered shaft with my tongue and tried to swallow to pleasure his cock head. Soon though, I began to run out of air and Harry pulled out his cock.
After a few seconds of gasping at the air, he was about to thrust back into me again. "You better take that slut of yours inside," came a yell from over the fence, "when the neighbours hear noises like that, they come round mine and complain."
"Hey, Mr. Richards," replied Harry, "will do. Want me to send him round yours when we're finished?"
"Nahh," said the neighbour, "I got your mate George coming round later, so I shouldn't need him."
Harry grinned: "Give George an extra hard pounding from me. See you tomorrow" Mr. Richards nodded before heading back into his house.
"Get inside." Harry ordered. He removed his hands from the back of my head, I began to stumble to my feet but Harry shoved me roughly to the floor. "Crawl." He demanded. So it was that on my knees I crawled into his house and found myself in a small hallway.
Richie followed us and closed the door. Harry picked me up over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. We went up some stairs and into a room where I was thrown onto a mattress. The lights were switched on and I was temporarily blind. By the time my eyes had adjusted, Harry was knelt on me. He was naked from the waist down and stripping off his T shirt. This revealed his muscular torso, defined pecs and bulging biceps and Harry was hairy. It must've been about a centimetre long all over his chest tapering down over his stomach and meeting his pubes in a point. I was soon distracted, though- his cock hung temptingly close to my mouth.
I gulped it in quickly, causing Harry to let out a slight moan. Behind me I could see Richie moving his camera so it could see the beauty of Harry's face and dark hair, his gently defined pecs and muscular stomach, the extra large cock part way into my mouth and the hairy legs which held my face firmly in place. I looked up into his Hazel eyes and he smirked.
"You look like a proper cock-sucking bitch when you look up at me like that." Harry said. I never broke eye contact- I suppose a "cock-sucking bitch" is what I am... Harry began thrusting and I shivered in excitement. Here was Harry pumping his long, thick cock deep into my throat and I was loving it. He pushed his shaft all the way in then held it still for a few seconds, letting his pubes rub against my nostrils as I wallowed in their manly odour. Harry began to quicken his pace.
My dick was actually starting to get uncomfortably hard in my jeans. As I reached down to release it, Harry paused in mid-thrust and swore at me "The only cock you're touching tonight is mine. You got that or do I have to get my handcuffs out?" I've never been a big fan of hand cuffs, not even in a slightly kinky way, so I mumbled yes into his shaft and nodded my head pathetically.
"Good, now lay still." I relaxed and submitted to his will.
As he thrust into my mouth faster and faster I tried to catch his cock head with my tongue as it went by. Eventually this started to make him groan. He pulled out and, after a few tugs on his massive cock with his hand, he ejaculated all over me. The first shot sprayed all over my face but he directed the second, third fourth and fifth burst straight into my mouth. I didn't swallow it straight away, instead savouring its salty flavour.
"Push half of it out; let me cover your face in it." I did as I was told. Harry used the slick head of his cock to spread his seed all over my face which seemed to interest Richie, his camcorder and his bulging crotch.
"Swallow the rest and prepare to get that ass of yours stretched. Don't wipe any of that cum of your face." I swallowed his juices, he must've seen my Adam's apple bob up and down because he slapped me on my cum soaked cheek with his cock and said "Good boy."
Next thing I know, he has lifted himself off me and is turning, more like throwing me over. I narrowly miss wiping the gloopy, sticky mess off my face and onto his bed sheets. Now he has me on my front, he lifts up my hips. I straighten my elbows too, assuming he wanted me doggy-style.
"Good," he said, "you're getting the hang of this." He pulled off my jeans, T-shirt and everything else before roughly ripping open the back of my boxers- I still don't how he got through the waistband- and ramming his cock in all the way- I suppose someone more gentle would've been better for my first time, but I didn't care. He definitely didn't. I let out a shriek and Harry laughed. The pain was excruciating, but it began to drop from a sharp stabbing to a dull throb.
Richie knelt in front of us, camera in hand and precum wetting his jeans. Harry informed him: "You can have him once I'm finished. Don't worry; he'll be worth the wait." Richie smiled and his eyes returned to camcorder.
"Fuck me, big boy." I begged- Harry was skewering me more quickly now and the pain was almost gone. Almost. It was becoming more and more pleasurable (cliché I know). More than having nine inches of hard cock in me it was knowing how much I was pleasuring this stud. I heard him moan and groan and somehow that made me happy.
Harry was brilliant. He'd obviously done this before. Probably to his friend George. I'd have to talk to George about that on Monday- I couldn't believe George would want this kind of treatment. He could have anyone he wanted he was that hot, he certainly could've had me, but then again I have never been particularly fussy.
George was skinny. He had green eyes and longish blond hair- he had a blonde fringe over his face similar to mine except mine was longer, brown and less tidy. Now I come to think of it, he was quite effeminate. Maybe that was his way of pleading the boys around him for their cocks. I just never imagined he would submit to Harry...
Harry was roaring loudly now and I could hear myself making soft whimpers like a kicked dog as he penetrated me. I turned my head on my shoulder so I could see his fit, muscular, hairy body thrust into me. That was enough. I saw his sweaty, toned body, felt his beer can size cock and smelt the stench of his drying cum on my face and started to ejaculate violently, soaking the front of my boxers and dripping through onto his bed sheets. I think this made him a little angry because he started to pull on my hair as he thrusted.
"Cum inside me. Please, Harry, please give me your cum" I pleaded. He pounded harder and harder and roared louder and louder until I was sure the whole street heard. Then he gave me my reward. He held his massive cock in me for a few seconds and I could tell he had cum inside me, but then he resumed thrusting and somehow managed to keep on cumming. Usually, by the second time, my cum was less than plentiful and slightly watery. As Harry scooped up some of his juice seeping out of my hole and held it to my mouth for me to lick off, I noticed that this was not the case for him. His cum was thick and white and from the feeling between my legs there was no shortage of it.
Soon, I felt him start to soften and begin to pull out. He slapped me roughly on the ass a few times.
"You're almost as good as a chick, you are," he declared- I supposed that was a compliment "you'd better do what Richie says now; he's been drooling over you for ages." He grinned at me, winked and said "I ain't so sure about him." Then, to the room at large he added "We'll go round Mr. Richards' house. You can fuck him there and we can see how George takes to getting pounded with an audience."
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