========================================================================== This story is purely fictitious and bears no resemblance to anyone, or anything, unknown to me whatsoever. If you like what you read then use it and abuse it all you wish. I only ask that you send me any ideas for a 'performance' that you would like to see included in a story. Thanks to all those who have written in and to Slut Boy for his ideas.
If you're under the legal age of consent you shouldn't be here in the first place ...... Off to bed with you -- and no playing with yourself, you'll go blind!
Copyright (C) 1999 Billy Boy ========================================================================== [**begins emphasis. *ends emphasis.] ==========================================================================
MORE SLUT BOY
So, you're here again eh? You hankering after more action from slut boy are you? I'll bet you're the kind of guy who has a really vivid imagination and who maybe likes to watch other guys getting off together. Am I right? I'll bet you like to watch those XXXXX vids - the dirtier the better. I'll bet you even like to watch real guys fooling around, whether they know you're watching or not. A bit of a voyeur are you? I guess you must be to some extent to be reading this story. It's a bit like a glimpse into someone else's life when you read about them though the visual glimpse you get is the bit we call imagination. It's *still voyeurism -- and that is what this story is about - but I'll cum to that in a minute.
Before I go wandering off again, I'd like to return to the story I have to tell you. It's related to what I was just saying. If you've read SLUT BOY TOO you'll remember that we left him being carried from his apartment by four guys after being well and truly filled at both ends. They were all naked or semi-naked and they lifted the completely naked body of Brandon in the air and carried him, dripping with their jizz and piss, down the stinking stairwell and out onto the grassed area in the front of the building. Apart from a row of hedges screening them from the road outside they were on view to anyone in the block they had just left, and the block next to it.
They spread-eagled Brandon on the grass and took off his hood. The bright light dazzled him and his eyes shut involuntarily against the sun. He was blinded again. Somebody lifted his hips from the ground and another pair of hands gripped his ankles, hoisting them in the air and spreading his legs as they did. His knees were pulled back to his shoulders by somebody kneeling astride his face and he was held there while a hard cock was pushed up against his gaping, cum-filled, dripping, hole. The guy holding his knees sank his dick into Brandon's mouth and pushed it down his throat, the taste and feel were familiar to him. His eyes were growing accustomed to the light after being covered for so long and he could see the crotch and glistening, sweaty ass of the guy fucking his face. The large ball-sac swung against his nose and brushed his eyes as the fat, cheesy, cock pounded in and out of his throat. The butt-cheeks were clenching and un-clenching as he thrust his groin against Brandon's face.
At the other end, the bulbous head of the dick at his ass was sliding into his tube as easily as a well-greased piston into its sleeve. There was no resistance at all and the long, fat, tool slipped in to the hilt and jabbed against his prostate. Brandon felt his cock twitch and a regular throbbing sensation started somewhere near his ass-hole and travelled round to his balls and into his cock shaft. He couldn't see but he was sure cum was leaking out from his piss-slit. It felt like the guy inside him was pushing his way out through his cock, his tool was so long. Brandon could feel it swishing its way up and down the length of his fucked-and-filled passage, battering his prostate, his bladder and his balls. The flow of prostatic fluid was stimulated by the hammering it was getting and cum *was literally pouring from his shaft in a slow continuous stream.
His body was being lifted even higher and he could feel a body sliding under his rear end. The cock in his mouth was momentarily removed as they all shifted position. He noticed that the one up his ass wasn't though. He caught a quick glimpse of two-and-a-half of the others but all he could see of the guy above him was more of his ass and the underside of a cock the size and dimensions of a large cucumber. Well, it looked that big close up anyway.
The bear between his legs with his truncheon up his cum-tube was just that, a bear. His hair was long, down to his shoulders, greasy and matted. His body had once been trim and muscular but was now filled with years of beer and debauchery, his belly full but solid. He was covered in hair from the neck downwards. A long, black beard hung in a tangled ropes from his chin and settled between his huge tits with nipples the size of large grapes.
The holder of his ankles stood above him with his cock at Bear's face, it dripped with saliva and Brandon guessed Bear had been sucking on it. His body was trim, a lean torso tapering away from with a firm, round, butt. Muscular thighs descended to muscular calves and up there, between those thighs nestled the most beautiful cock and balls. Long, not too thick, but powerful looking. The testes hung heavily in their sac, swinging freely as he moved. His body was entirely shaved!
Of the guy squirming underneath him, all Brandon could see was a twitching fuck-tool towering between his legs from beneath and bashing against the side of Bear's still-pounding cock -- *he wasn't stopping for anyone -- and the juice leaking from the pouting piss lips. He was now lying completely on top of this other man. Bear fumbled around beneath his own buried cock and helped guide the other to Brandon's ass-hole. The head slipped in easily, his tube was so stretched and lubed-up with jizz and piss that there was easily room for two cocks in there. Brandon could feel more pressure as the walls of his shit-tube were prised wider apart but there was no discomfort. He allowed his head to fall back and opened his mouth to receive the cock above him. He closed his eyes and gave in to the experience: this was what he was made for.
The two cocks slid in and out in time with one another and then the rhythm altered so that they were plunging in and out alternately. Well, strictly, one was plunging in and out and he was being bucked up and down on the other by all hands available. Sometimes the thrust of Bear's cock was enough to push him up and down on the other one. The movement also meant that he was pushed along the length of the enormous appendage in his face, his tongue lapping at the cheese and the juices that seeped from it. At times it felt as if he was being fucked in a continuous, fluid movement at both ends.
A hot stream of fluid leapt down his throat, choking him. It took a moment to realise it wasn't cum-juice. He felt it spray back out of his mouth and over his face in a fine mist that soon increased with the flow to a steady rain. This guys bladder was *full and he was emptying it into Brandon's slutty little mouth. Brandon didn't want to waste any of this if he could and he swallowed frantically.
"Hey. Would you look at this?" cried the pisser. "He's practically sucking the piss out of me."
"Yeah?" said Bear. "Well let's see him suck *this tool then."
And with that he erupted inside Brandon's double-barrel fuck-tube. A wave of hot liquid flowed up his spout and into his guts, spraying his stomach lining. There was another pumping sensation from back there and he was sure the other guy was also unloading his package, although he couldn't be too sure. He no longer knew whether he was being filled with cum or piss -- and he no longer cared. As long as they filled his holes with their fluids he really didn't mind what they were. Bear could feel the other guy cumming and cried out again.
"Oh, FUCK. Fill that mother-fucker up. Let me feel your jizz spurting on my cock. Yeah, baby. Let it go. Let's see how much this little slut can take."
"He's sure taking a load at this end," said the guy who was still pissing down Brandon's throat. "This is so hot I'm gonna ... ah ... ohh fuck ... I'm cum-mm-ming."
The hot stream continued with the same force, only the taste changed. Balls of hot, bitter-sweet and salty semen blasted from the fat cock in his mouth and he swallowed frantically again. Cum and warm piss flowed from his mouth and dribbled down his cheeks, round his ears and into his hair. He was still choking on the explosion going off in his mouth.
Bear was bucking his hips wildly by now, his tool roaring in and out of Brandon's loose, gaping hole. It was also rubbing up against the other cock inside him and this was what had brought the guys load on. The feel of this great bear of a man sliding his pole up and down against his had been too much and he blew the contents of his balls into Brandon too. Suddenly Bear pulled out, took aim at Brandon's face with his still-pumping cock and let loose with a fierce stream of piss. There was some movement between Brandon's legs and the fourth guy moved in to Bears' place, slipping his aching tool into the gaping hole left by the girth of Bears' cock. There was a loud squelching sound as he pushed in amongst the gallons of fluid filling the space and some squirted back out of Brandon's hole.
The cock in his mouth had finished firing salvos of jizz into him and piss dribbled from the slit into his throat. The man drew out and wiped his cock on Brandon's face. Now that Brandon could see some of what was going on around him he became aware of another person standing nearby. He was fully dressed and an enormous, long, cock was hanging out of his trousers. In his hands he held a video camera and was filming everything that went on. Pearls of pre-cum hung in silver threads from his over-large tool. As the fourth guy was sliding his cock into the well-used hole Brandon felt the triggers go off inside him and he could hold off no longer. Plumes of cum and piss erupted into the air. His bladder *and his balls emptied themselves in one go. It felt as though his belly, his balls, his bladder and his ass were blasting out in all directions. He passed out with the intensity of the orgasm.
When he came round again he'd been taken back up to his apartment and layed out on the floor in the middle of the room. Some of the guys were no longer there but there must have been at least half-a-dozen hangers-on. The guy with the video camera was crouched on the floor setting up the video player, his cock and balls dangling between his meaty thighs, strings of cum still seeping from his piss slit. Everyone settled around the TV. At last the man setting up the video stood up and addressed Brandon:
"OK little fuck-boy. We're gonna be watching some TV and I want you to bring anything the guys want. I also want you to *do anything the guys want. Understand?"
Brandon nodded and looked around at the collection of men in his living room. All naked, all wet with cum and piss. All in varying states of hardness. Shit! This was hot. Chris had joined the guys on the sofa and was looking at Brandon hungrily. Bear was still there, as was the guy who had stuffed his dick down Brandon's throat outside on the grass.
"Hey," someone shouted. "Bring us some beers."
Brandon leapt to his feet and did as he was bid. He returned with a six-pack and shared them out. The TV came on and Brandon caught sight of his own ass in the air with a great beefy cock rammed up it. There was a cheer from the men in the room. Brandon watched as a body slid under his and the second cock was stuffed in next to the Bears. He didn't get much chance after that to watch what had happened to him. There was a call for more beers and he went off to the kitchen again. No sooner had he finished handing them out than someone called him over.
"Hey there. Slut. Get your ass over here and kneel in front of me."
Brandon got his ass over there and knelt on all fours in front of the man. The guy slid his body forward on the seat and slipped his hard tool between Brandon's butt-cheeks, pushing it in as far as it would go. A scalding stream of piss fired into his ass and when the man had finished he pulled out, dripping piss onto the carpet. He was then ordered to kneel in front of someone else and that guy did the same, pushing his dick into Brandon and unloading his beer into his guts. Bear spoke:
"Hold on to that you little mother-fucker. Don't you let that go without my say-so. Get your ass over here."
Brandon crawled over. He could feel the fresh piss sloshing about in his gut and was suppressing the urge to spray it everywhere. He presented his ass to Bear who moved forward and slipped his piss tap into Brandon's piss-tube. He let go a fierce stream of piss and then stopped suddenly. Brandon wasn't sure whether he'd finished or not and stayed where he was. Bear pulled his dick out and growled:
"Turn round fuck-face." Brandon turned round. Bears' mighty tool was pointed straight at his face, piss still dripping from the end. "Open wide."
He opened his mouth and a jet of yellow fluid leapt from the piss slit into his mouth, some of it missed and splashed onto his face. He moved forward and closed his lips around the end of the still pumping cock, tasting the salty liquid as it sprayed down his throat. Eventually it stopped and Bear went back to watching the video. Brandon was called on to receive more piss from a couple more guys before Bear eventually said:
"Slut boy. Get over there to that bowl in the corner and unload your ass. We wanna see it squirting out too, so face your butt this way."
There was another cheer as he squatted over the bowl and gallons of piss gushed out of him. There was a call for more beers and he went off to get them. He didn't manage to see most of the video of himself, only catching glimpses now and again of his butt with first one, then two cocks filling his ass-hole. Another shot was of cum spraying onto his face and neck from an enormous tool followed by a jet of piss. He didn't have time to concentrate on the TV, he was being called on for more beers and more use of his rectum and mouth as piss-holes. He spent his time kneeling in front of guys who wanted to empty their bladders into him, swallowing frantically as they sprayed the back of his throat. A couple of times he had one cock up his ass and another down his throat as they pissed into him. This went on for some time and Brandon began to notice that the guy with the video camera and the big cock hadn't taken his turn yet.
At one point Brandon was on the floor, on his knees, with his butt plugged. He was facing the TV and realised he was watching a scene he didn't recognise. It was obviously filmed while he was passed out and after they had carried him back upstairs. Bear was lying on the floor of the apartment and the other guys were holding Brandon's body in the air. A couple of them had hold of his legs, keeping them up out of the way. Bear's stiff tool stood straight up in the air and Brandon was being lowered onto it. Piss and cum poured out of his battered hole and all over Bear's body, spurting in all directions as they impaled him on that enormous penis. He was lifted up and down, just high enough for the tip of that cock to stay inside him and then he was practically dropped onto Bear's belly. He could see other hands playing with other cocks at the side of the screen.
It was then that the camera man called him over. Brandon crawled to within an inch of the long, thick, dick and waited for instructions.
"Suck it," he said. Brandon sucked, as much of it as he could get in his mouth anyway. Piss flowed onto his tongue and the stream strengthened to full flow. Then it stopped. "Turn round."
He turned and felt the head probe against his stretched sphincter. He'd been well and truly opened up and lubed by the many cocks that had spurted their loads into him but this cock was even bigger. He could feel the pressure on the walls of his passage as it forced its way in. It seemed to go on forever, sliding in up to the back of Brandon's throat, pushing his intestines out of the way as it climbed into his body. Just as he thought he could take no more he felt the pressure of the man's groin against his butt. There was a grunt and the cock twitched inside him and a mass of hot piss exploded in his guts. The flow seemed to go on and on before it stopped and he could feel it squirting back out of him. There was another cheer from the men and Brandon realised the video had finished.
The cock inside him began to slide in and out and the other guys got to their feet, crowding round to watch. Someone knelt in front of him and pushed their cock into his mouth. It was Bear again. He was filled front and back with the two fattest cocks in the room. The other guys began to play with each other, hands on cocks, lips on cocks and cocks inside other asses. It was a complete free-for-all. The cock up his ass felt as though it was at least two feet long as it reamed in and out of his cum-and-piss-filled tube. He was loving it!
Something hot fell on his back and he realised one of the men was shooting his load all over him. It wasn't long before threads of spunk were raining down on him as they all shot their loads onto his body. Hot streams of piss were added to the rain and he felt it dripping off his body onto the floor. The cock up his ass was plunging in and out now, bruising his prostate and gut lining. It swelled and pulsated. Bear plunged his cock down Brandon's throat, threw back his head and let out a roar. Balls of scalding semen leapt from his dick and burnt the back of Brandon's throat. He swallowed fast and hard so as not to waste any of it. The shaft up his ass swelled again and he felt it buck inside him. Volley after volley of hot jizz erupted into his guts and belly. It went on for an age, salvoes of ammunition blasting from camera man's balls and hammered his cum-receptacle as it filled him. The camera man dropped from his seat onto his knees behind Brandon and ordered him to crawl over to the bowl in the corner. The bowl that he had been ordered to dump his ass-full of piss into. He crawled over to it, the long, fat, cock still buried in his ass-hole as camera man shuffled along behind him.
"Now pick it up and drink," ordered camera man.
Brandon did as he was bid and drained the cold salty liquid in one go. Everyone cheered and camera man pissed into Brandon as he was drinking the residue of a dozen bladders that he'd held in his piss-filled passage. He felt the liquid go down and seem to mingle with the piss filling his ass again. With his dick still impaling Brandon he ordered him to empty his guts.
"OK, slut. Now I want to feel you push you *my load out of your pretty little ass. I wanna feel it spray back out of you all over my belly."
Brandon pushed. It wasn't easy with his ass filled by this great tool but he managed to push hard enough. Liquid ran down the back of his balls and then a fine mist sprayed onto his butt-cheeks. Camera man sighed and pushed in deeper as his fluids squirted out onto his belly and balls. The force of the flow against his prick was turning him on again and the shaft hardened inside Brandon. He began to buck his hips as his piss and cum flowed out around his cock. The long piston began to rise and fall inside him and incredibly he felt another load spew from the mans piss slit, filling him even as he emptied his bowels of the previous load.
When they had gone and Brandon and Chris were alone again, Chris took his place at Brandon's ass-hole. He loved the feeling of sloshing about in the stretched and filled passage, the feel of other men and their loads and the thought of all those cocks plowing in and out of him. He shot his first load almost as soon as he was inside. He kept it there until he felt the beer drain through him and out into Brandon's ass. Then he started to fuck in earnest...
Later, lying in bed with his cock buried in Brandon's sore ass he began to lay the plans for their next adventure.
"Hey, I've seen this round table," he said. "And it gave me some ideas..."
But more of that next time!
Billy Boy