Neighborhood Slut

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Neighborhood Slut Chapter 2

A week passed and I heard nothing from Roger. Following his orders, I went the an adult book store and bought a set of dildos ranging from small to one named after a porn star that was eight inches long, the size he said his cock was, and as thick as I remembered it being. I also bought bottle of lubricant that was touted as being the "slickest on the market." I waited a day and started slowly pushing the smallest in and out of my asshole. It had been a long time since I had been fucked, and I wondered if my ass had stayed as open as my throat.

One afternoon, about a week after I had bought and started working my ass with the dildos, I was working in my garden. My house, being an original one, did not have an eight-foot fence around the yard. I heard someone speaking and looked up. There, on the other side of my four-foot fence was my neighbor John. I stood up and walked out through the gate so we weren't talking over the fence and flowerbeds, and we talked for a minute or two. It was a warm day. He was dressed in boat shoes, a pair of loose, big-legged shorts and a short-sleeved linen shirt unbuttoned down to his waist where it was tucked into the shorts. I'd never seen his bare chest and was thrilled to see a fine mat of dark hair with a few sprinkles of grey spreading across it. I was pretty sure he didn't have anything on under his shorts. There was a sausage-shaped bulge hanging down the inside of the right leg almost to its bottom.

After talking about different things for a while, John said he had contacted Roger to give him the name of a contractor. While talking to Roger, he mentioned that he had heard a raised voice coming from his yard the day of the block party, and I told him it was Roger venting over his contractor concerns.

Later, Roger called and asked to see how they had landscaped John's pool. When he came over, he asked John what he had heard that day. John told him he couldn't really tell, but it sounded more like a man training a dog than someone venting his anger. He also told Roger about how I was really embarrassed when he smelled urine, and I told him about having an accident and peeing on myself.

Roger laughed when he heard that and said that wasn't exactly what had happened. Saying, "I'm pretty sure you're a man's man. I googled you and saw you were a real kick-ass in sports in high school and college. Like most jocks, you must have had a wide range of experiences...in the locker room, the frat house, if you know what I mean?" When John shrugged his shoulders affirmatively, indicating a yes, Roger told John everything that had happened that day.

While John was telling me all this – in his own words of course – I was sinking into a hell of embarrassment. I'm sure my face was red and I was literally hanging my head in shame. With my head down, I was staring right at the bulge trapped down the leg of John's shorts. As I looked, he reached over and cupped his hand around it, pulling the leg up enough to reveal about an inch of his uncircumcised cock.

"The wife and kids are gone. You want to come over to the garage and get some of this," he said as he raised the edge up a little more. I could see the outline of his big glans under the skin hanging over it. I unconsciously licked my lips and looked up into his now-hardened eyes. "I've wondered about you sometimes, but I never thought you were the cock-slut Roger tells me you are. I can give you the same as Roger. Maybe more. He says he hasn't fucked you yet. You want to get fucked today?"

`Yes. Yes sir," I said nodding my head.

"Come with me!" I followed him across the street and into his driveway through the open gate. As we walked into the garage, he pressed a button and the big gate rolled closed. "Strip!" he commanded as he kicked off his shoes, dropped his shorts and pulled off his shirt. I quickly complied and stood naked before him. "On your knees!" he ordered forcefully. Down I went.

I knelt in front of my attractive neighbor. He had always been friendly, helping me out several times. It was a different man standing naked before me now. He stood with his muscular legs spread apart. I stared at the thick uncut cock hanging in front of the hairy ball-sac. The skin-tasseled tip hid the big torpedo-shaped head, the shape of which I could make out under the covering of skin. The base of the thick cock was surrounded by a dark bush that thinned out as it spread up the flat lower part of his belly and began to narrow as it went up his lower abdomen to his navel. He didn't have six-pack abs, but his stomach rippled with taut muscles under the lightly-haired fair skin. The sexy hair continued to move up until it spread out in the fine covering I had noticed when he had his open shirt on.

He had broad, strong shoulders and arms with noticeable biceps. His chest, under the fine coating of hair, was well defined. Centered on each pec were round brown nipples with slightly raised nubs in the middle. As I had noticed before, his eyes were not the friendly eyes I was accustomed to, but hard, the eyes of authority, of command. He reached down and held up his big cock. "Is this what you want? Is this what you're hungry for? Roger says you're a cock-hungry faggot, a queer. Is that right?"

He pulled the loose pale skin back, revealing the purplish-pink glans, shiny with the cock-slime burbling out of the slit at the end that had coated it as the covering was pulled back. "You like uncut cocks? My Dad wanted his son left natural. My wife hates it! I have to fuck her without her seeing it."

"Yeah, I like it. It's beautiful. Can I suck on the head, clean out underneath?"

"Go to it, faggot. Roger was right about you." I crawled over. When I reached him, I looked down at his bare feet. They were big, and I thought beautiful. His toes were long and elegant. I bent down and kissed them, licking with my tongue as I did so. The musky smell and then taste went to my head and made me dizzy. "You like my big feet? Suck my toes, faggot. Give my toes a tongue bath before you work on my cock." He leaned back on a counter and raised his right foot up to my mouth. I licked his toes, starting with the big one. I licked all around and in between before taking it in my mouth to suck it. "Fuck that feels good. I haven't had my toes sucked since I was in college. Some of the gay boys in the frat house used to like giving our feet tongue baths. You're a crazy bitch just like them. You guys know how to treat a real man!" I licked and sucked all ten of his beautiful toes.

When I was finished, he rose from the counter and stood with his legs spread apart. I looked up at his cock with my mouth open, tongue hanging out. As I watched, he ran his clenched fist down the length of the huge hanger like he was milking a cow and forced out a big dollop of his slimy pre-cum to drop down on to my tongue. I pulled it in and swished it around in my mouth, savoring the sweet taste of his pre-juice. The foreskin that had been pulled back was pushed down when he milked his cock to feed me with his drool.

He shook his hooded half hard cock at me and said, "Come and get it, queer. Suck on that skin before you dig your tongue up inside to clean out the piss, pre-cum and head cheese that's accumulated under there while I've been working out in this hot garage."

I rose up and clamped my lips around the loose pucker of skin and began sucking, tickling the gathered folds with my tongue. The first taste I got was more of his cock-drool that was pumping out of his meatus. This was followed by other tastes. I knew they were a mingling of his sweat, piss, maybe cum if he had jacked off this morning or fucked his wife last night and hadn't really cleaned under the hood. Then, I began to taste something else, something stronger, slightly sour and yeasty. He hadn't cleaned as well as he should have! Maybe he hadn't showered this morning? Hungry for more, I pushed up as I sucked. My lips pushed the loose skin over the thick head until they were wrapped below the ridge at its base. My tongue licked around and around the bulbous knob, cleaning it with my saliva. Once I could taste nothing but the pre-cum that continued to pump out in increasing quantities from the glans' little mouth, I concentrated on pushing my tongue up under the skin, probing for the accumulated deposits of the smegma I had tasted before, which I swiped into my mouth and down my throat. The taste was stronger, fresher than the traces I had tasted earlier. This must have been deposited today as he worked on whatever he had been doing in the garage. I thought back to the time many years before when I had been as addicted to head-cheese as much as to cum. Satisfied that under the hood was as clean as if John had washed it thoroughly just before coming over to my house, I looked up for permission before I began to worship his big cock.

John was looking down at me with his arms still crossed over his broad chest. He nodded slightly, and I went to work sucking and licking the length of the thick pole before I took the head in my mouth and began to push up and swallow more and more of the thick tube that had hardened into a tree trunk while I was cleaning its hidden parts.

I felt it hit the back of my mouth and nudge at the entrance to my throat. "You're doing good, boy. Open up and swallow! I know you can take it! Roger told me you took all of his eight inches. I've got nine for you, and they're thicker than most I've seen," John growled as he applied enough pressure to pop his big head through the little resistance my throat was putting up. "Oh yeah! Work those throat muscles. Pretend you're trying to swallow that big piece of meat! Oh, fuck yeah! You're doing great," he moaned as he pressed more and more of his big, thick cock down my throat. At the last minute, he pulled out slightly to let me breath before pushing back in. "You're going to take it all the way this time," he said as he took hold of my head in his big hands and pushed until my face was pressed against his body, my nose buried in his hairy pubes. "Oh, yeah, baby! Just like a tight pussy. Fuck, I haven't had my cock down a queer's pussy throat since I finished college and got married," he said as he made little, short fucking motions in and out of my throat.

He pulled out again to let me catch a breath and then began fucking my mouth and throat with long, forceful strokes. I just relaxed the muscles back there and opened my throat, letting him fuck me like he wanted until with a loud groan he began shooting his load down my gullet into my belly. Then he pulled slightly out and flooded my mouth with spurt after spurt of thick, hot, delicious cum. I had to swallow fast to keep it from running out of my mouth onto the floor. I didn't want to lose a drop of his precious man-juice.

"Fuck! That was good!" John said as he slumped panting back down against the counter. He remained motionless, except for his heavy breathing, as he looked down at me sucking and licking on his softening cock as I cleaned it of all traces of the huge load of hot jism he had just shot into my mouth. His hands were back on the counter for support, and I continued to kneel between his hairy thighs nuzzling with my face in his crotch, licking and slurping his cock and hairy ball-sac with my wet tongue.

I felt him move and realized he was slumping down so his back was resting on the counter. "Go lower! Get your face down in my ass," he ordered as he raised his legs slightly. I could see the muscles of his thighs and calves working as he raised his legs up. Then he grabbed the back of his thighs and spread his hairy ass. "Get in there, faggot! Eat my ass! Eat out my sweaty ass crack! Get your face in there and start using that tongue of yours! Show me what a real faggot slut you are, bitch. That's it, lick that hairy ass! Yeah, show me you love that ass! Chew on that hair! Lick it up! Get it all wet with your slutty tongue! Oh yeah! That's a good faggot slut. Now, get in there and make love to my hole. Kiss that hairy hole! Suck it! Work your tongue inside my shit-chute! Suck it while you work your tongue in! Taste my ass! Eat my shitty ass!"

My face was buried deep between his hairy ass-cheeks as I obeyed John's demands. It was covered with my spit and his copious pre-cum as I licked the hair and went to work making love to his asshole. I reveled in the taste of his ass-sweat and the tangy taste of his asshole as I licked and sucked on it. He called it his shit-chute and shitty, but he was perfectly clean. I licked and sucked, fucking as deeply into it as I could force my tongue. I Licked the smooth, slick surface inside of the entrance to his rectum. It was silky and smooth like satin. I pulled out and licked and sucked on the muscular little ridge surrounding the tight opening.

Fully relaxed by my ass-eating, he gradually lowered his legs until my head was locked between his hard thighs, and my face was jammed into his crotch. I reached up and ran my hands over the outside of his thighs and down his hairy legs. His flaccid cock was right in front of me. I bent my head down, and licked around the hidden glans before taking the over-hanging skin in my lips and gently sucking on it. The pointed tip of my tongue slipped in and tickled the head, trying to fuck into its little mouth.

"Ohhh yeaaah, you're a good old slut. You want to drink my piss. I've had a few beers while I've been working this morning. Roger says you like to drink a man's piss. You want mine?" I grunted and nodded my head while moving my mouth so my lips were wrapped around the soft tube of man-flesh just behind the still-covered head. "Here it comes. Don't lose a drop," he said as I felt him relax and tasted the salty piss as it flowed out of the loose opening made by the overhanging skin. It quickly becoming a strong flood that filled my mouth, forcing me to swallow fast to keep it from running out onto my chin. Finally, the flow slowed to a dribble. I pushed the foreskin back with my lips and sucked gently to get the last drops out. After a little while, John opened his legs and reached down to push my head away from his crotch.

I sat back on my heels and watched him as he stood up, groped his balls and pulled on his cock. "You must be cramped. Get up. I think I'll have another beer. You want one?"

I stood and stretched. My body was cramped and a little sore from being on my knees for so long. "Thanks. I'd like that."

"A couple of beers and I may be wanting to give you another piss cocktail."

"Fine with me. I'll drink your piss any time you want to give it to me...sir."

"That's right. We've been neighbors for five years, but things are different now, aren't they?" he said as he handed me a bottle.

"Yes sir. I'm here to serve you, sir."

"Yeah, we're going to have some good times. My wife won't know it, but you're going to make things way easier for her. She's not crazy about sex anymore, the change you know, and you're going to take over keeping my balls drained, aren't you?

"Yes sir. Where are your wife and kids, sir?"

"They're visiting my wife's parents. They'll be back tomorrow late. I'll still help you out when you need it, but you're my sex slut now. Of course, you're going have to keep taking care of Roger, and his dad too. Too bad I didn't figure you out sooner, maybe I could have kept you for myself. He says he's going to make you the neighborhood slut."

"He said that?"

"Yeah," John said as he got up and went for another couple of beers. He returned with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses in addition to the beers. Let's have a couple of shots. We've got the whole afternoon. You're not going anywhere, are you?"

"No sir. I'm yours as long as you want to use me."

"Drink up! Let's get a little drunk. Roger says you both were three sheets to the wind when he turned you out. I'm going to fuck you today, maybe more than once. Roger said he told you to get some dildos to practice with before he and his father fucked you. You haven't heard from him, have you? Did you get the dildos and start using them?"

"Yes sir."

"You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes sir."

"Before you get too tipsy, go to your house and get them," John ordered.

"Yes sir," I responded and got up and put on my pants, shirt and shoes.

When I got back, John, still naked, told me to strip again and held out his hand to take the bag from me. He dumped the dildos out on the counter. "Hhmm, nice selection. How many have you used?" I pointed to the three smaller ones. "What about this big one?"

"I haven't tried it yet. It's big."

"Why did you get such a big one?"

"It's the same length Roger says his cock is and about the same thickness."

"He's that big?"

"He says he's eight inches long."

"Interesting. How big do you think I am?" he asked holding his cock out and stroking it hard for my inspection.

"You're longer than he is, and you're thicker, I think."

"I'm nine inches, maybe a little more when really hard. Thicker? I hope so. I want you to feel me when I ride you. How are you feeling, ready to get fucked? My cock's ready for a ride. It's been a long time since I fucked a tight ass."

"I'm ready for you, sir. How do you want me?"

"Over here." John led me to the back of the garage. There was what looked like a metal sawhorse, but the top was bigger, wider. He pulled out a thick pad from a cabinet and put it over the top. "On your belly, arms and legs down to the sides." I took the position as John ordered, then he stooped down and began to fasten my arms and legs with restraints attached to the base of the apparatus. My legs were pulled slightly forward so my butt was open, making my asshole readily available. "We're going to play a little game. You're going to be a pussy slut I picked up at the gym getting gang raped by me and my frat brothers. Okay guys, you can come in."

The door to the house opened and Roger and a man I recognized as his dad came in. They were both naked, their big cocks hard and bouncing in front of them, and another man came in behind them, also naked with a hard cock. At first, I didn't know who he was, then I remembered. I had met him a year or so before. He was John's next-door neighbor.

"Sorry, slut, but Roger wanted to play it this way. This is the frat house and you're our fuck for the day. This is Frank, Roger's dad. Show him how glad you are to get to know him. Suck his cock." Frank had walked over to stand at my head, and he pushed the blunt tip of his long, thick cock against my lips. I automatically opened my mouth and let him force his way all the way down my throat.

"You've got him really opened up," the older man said as he roughly fucked deep and forcefully in and out of my throat.

"Your boy got him back on the track he was meant to follow," John said as he started mauling and slapping my ass. "This old ass looks and feels pretty good, firm and fully packed. Our slut-boy must work on keeping it all in shape. Who's going to fuck him first?"

"Why don't we try out some of these toys he bought," Roger said, picking up the next-to-largest one and placing the greased knob against my hole. "Have you been practicing with this one, slut?" he asked as he teased my asshole with it. I moaned and tried to raise my ass up as I felt it nudge in. "I think he wants it," Roger said with a laugh as he pushed the rubber cock into my rectum and turned it around, wiggling it up and down. I moaned loudly around my tormentor's father's cock.

The other two men stood stroking their hard cocks as they watched the Roger fuck the medium-sized dildo in and out of my ass as I writhed in pain-pleasure on the form I was strapped to.

"Fuck, I'm about to shoot," Roger's father shouted and seconds later he was filling my mouth with a huge load. I couldn't swallow fast enough, and the hot jizz ran out of my my mouth, down my chin and onto the mat under my face.

"Good show, Dad! Fill the cocksucker! Push it all the way down his throat! Make the slut drink your juice" Roger urged his father on as the older man's big cock was jammed down my throat and my head held tightly by my fucker.

While he avidly watched his father orgasming in my mouth, Roger jerked the plastic cock from my pussy hole and jammed his hard eight-inches down to the pubes into my ass. He began forcefully fucking me as he watched his father pulling out of my mouth.

"Make him clean you up, Dad," he exclaimed as he frantically pumped in and out of my hole. Frank pushed his cock back in and I started sucking and cleaning it with my tongue.

"I need to piss. You say he drinks piss?" Frank said to his son.

"You bet! Give him a bellyful, Dad," Roger panted as he continued his forceful fucking of my ass.

As soon as Frank finally pulled out, Bill, John's neighbor, moved into place in front of me. I had not noticed when he came in, but his cock was enormous. It had to be eleven or twelve inches long and as thick as a wrist, and the balls hanging between his legs were huge. `How does he manage to get all that meat in his trousers?' I thought. "Get on this, whore, he commanded as he pressed the huge blunt knob against my lips. I opened up and took as much as I could. My mouth was stretched as wide as it would go trying to accommodate him.

Just as he started to batter the back of my mouth, Roger started screaming, "I'm coming! Shit I'm filling this pussy-ass with my jizz!" He jammed his big cock up in my bowels, and I could feel him shooting his hot load deep inside me.

Bill paused his invasion of my throat to watch with the others as Roger writhed on my ass, pumping his cock and moving it round and round deep in my hole. The pain-pleasure brought me to a climax and I shot my load up between my belly and the mat I was tied down to. Roger pulled his already softening cock out of my ass with a pop and said to Bill, "Let me in that mouth. I want the slut to clean me off. You take my place in his hot ass."

Bill pulled out, but hesitated. "I don't know if he can take me. I'm bigger than any of you."

Roger was already at my head, his slimy cock pushing into my mouth. "Clean me whore," he demanded. "He can take you. He'll take whatever we put in him," he said to Bill.

Bill came around and rubbed the head of his spit-slickened cock up and down in my ass-crack. John handed him the bottle of lube I had bought along with the dildos. "You better use some of this if you're going to get that monster inside him."

Bill took the bottle and squeezed some of the viscous liquid into my crack. My hole was full of Rogers thick cum. "I'll take it slow," he said as he leaned over my back and I felt the huge knob slowly stretching out and penetrating my hole. "This is a tight pussy," Bill moaned, "Tighter than my wife's," he said as he pressed another inch or two inside me. It felt like my hole was being stretched farther than I could ever remember.

Carlos, the Latino gang-fucker who used to come around and fuck me whenever he wanted money had a huge cock, but I don't think it was as big as Bill's. Thankfully, Bill was entering me slowly, an inch at a time. Carlos had usually just rammed his thick brown pole all the way to the forest of silky black hairs that surrounded his cock and filled his crotch and ass-crack. The few times he let me, I had reveled in rubbing my face, mouth and tongue in the silky, pungent-smelling hairy jungle.

Finally, I heard Bill say, "I'm all the way in." My insides felt stuffed. I'd never been so filled as I was now. He stayed still, his body resting on my back, waiting for me to say something. Roger had pulled out of my mouth, satisfied that his cock was cleaned of all my ass juices. All three men, John, Frank and Roger were standing around watching me take the enormous cock that had just been slowly forced into my ass-pussy.

I pushed my ass up slightly and moaned, "Okay." Bill rightly took that as his signal to begin the withdrawal of the semi-stiff python that was filling me up. I doubted if there was enough blood to get it really hard. My gentle fucker pulled slowly out until just the huge head was left in my asshole. "You ready to take it back in," Bill asked.

I groaned, but managed to indicate a yes.

"You want to get really fucked?"

"Yes. Fuck me with that big cock, stud. I may never get another one this big."

"Oh, you'll get it again," he said as he shoved the monster all the way in with a twist and immediately pulled it out again. "I'm going to fuck you good, you pussy whore. I'm gonna tear your ass up! I don't get to do this often, but you're going to get a good fucking! One you'll never forget, but that you'll be begging for again and again if you're the slut John and Roger say you are!"

Bill proceeded to carry out his threat by pulling out and forcefully ramming in his huge pole over and over again. I was surprised and shocked to feel the monster fucking me getting harder and harder. Soon it was a steel pole ramming in and out, rearranging my insides. He was a master ass fucker. I thought, `He must have somebody else he ass-fucks on a regular basis. I wonder if his wife takes it up the ass?'

My groans of pleasure and my "fuck me! fuck me harders!" grew louder and louder as his fucking became more and more intense. "Somebody put a cock in his mouth, I'm tired of all that noise! I don't need a cheering section!"

John quickly moved to my head and pressed his hard cock into my mouth. He didn't try to fuck my throat, just filled my mouth so I couldn't speak. "Don't you think you're being too rough on him? That's a monster you're fucking him with."

"He wants it! He asked to get fucked after I put it all the way in! I'm fucking him like he likes! He's going to want it again after I finish with him! They all do! They can't get enough of this big hog! In the locker room at school, at the gym these days, there's always some guy wanting me to fuck him! You going to fuck him after me? It's going to be pretty loose at first, but it's been my buddies' experiences, fairy asses shrink back to normal after I'm finished plowing them. I'm about to cum! Yeah! Fuck yeah! This is a good ass! This slut really opens up and takes it! He's been fucked with big ones before!" Bill kept talking as he filled my guts with the huge output of his big sperm-factories. It felt like he was filling me with at least a gallon of hot ball juice. Finished, he pulled out slowly. As the head popped out, I could feel spunk flowing out of my stretched hole.

"Fuck! Look at that gaping hole!" Roger exclaimed. "You can see the pink insides. It looks like an open mouth or a whore's used pussy. Who's gonna fuck that?"

"I'll fuck it!" Frank said as he stepped forward and rammed his big, once-more hard cock in to the hilt. "I love a sloppy, loose hole!" he exclaimed as he began to batter in and out of my wide-open cunt. It took him a while; it was his second cum and he was the oldest fucker in the group. He finally filled me with his second load, the first one being the one he shot down my throat earlier. John hadn't fucked me yet!

While the other men stood by watching and drinking beers, John got back into his clothes. Roger asked, "Aren't you going to fuck him, John."

"Not right now. I'll do it later. The wife and kids are gone for the night. I'll let him rest, and hopefully his ass will shrink back to a normal size."

They all laughed, and Roger said, "Dad and I got to get going. The wives will be back from their shopping spree soon."

Bill said, "I better get going, too. I told the wife I was coming over here to help you out with a little project, John. If she only knew the project was helping you guys break in a pussy-slut," he said as he gave my ass a hard slap. "Just let me know when you want this big cock again, queer."

They all went into the house where I supposed the others' clothes were. The door was left open. I heard Bill ask, "You going to leave him tied down."

"Yeah," John replied. "Help him remember his place. I'll go to the door with you guys when you get dressed. Any nosy neighbors will just see three guys leaving after enjoying an afternoon watching a game."

"Yeah," Roger laughed, "but not the kind of game they think!"