For those that have been following me as I add stories under different categories I hope I continue to tell stories that interest you. This story is a complete fantasy with no basis in reality. I have known boys like Rafa and often wished that one would come for me. Let me know what you think there will be four parts to the story.
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The Weeks that Was
I had made it home from work on the bus without any distractions. At home for less than an hour I knew that there was no way I would be able to stay in, I needed to make a human connection, preferably my mouth to some nice balls. I love balls, if I had a regular partner he would have to allow me to suck on his balls daily. I wouldn't care if we had sex regularly, yes, I suck dick and love getting fucked but balls are the one part of a man that I find the most enticing.
I had a bad week. On Monday my car had been attacked by vandals, leaving me without lights or side windows. Going back and forth to work I didn't have any problems the next day but when I woke up on Wednesday my car was on the ground, all four wheels had been stolen. Thursday I had gone to work by bus and outside the office I had slipped on a crooked step and opened a gash in my shoulder and smacked my head on the pavement. I was glad the week was over but the idea of being alone was too much. I decided to take my bike and ride to the local men's bathhouse.
The area of town I live in isn't upscale or ghetto, but there were always people on the street and I knew a few of my neighbors. Most of the people living around me were either Hispanic or Caucasian and I had always felt comfortable walking on the street or taking my bike out around the neighborhood to the nearest park for a fairly long ride, I kept the bike on my patio and would always leave the apartment through the parking lot. Besides my car being a target of thieves a couple other cars had their window broken that week so I was thinking that maybe it was time for me to find a new place to live. The problem with that was that my apartment is convenient. I live about ten minutes from work, a few blocks from half a dozen restaurants and a couple more blocks to three gay bars, two of which I enjoy.
Since I was headed to the bathhouse I chose to only wear a jockstrap and a pair of basketball shorts. I hadn't even put on socks, I figured the less I had to take off the less likely I was to forget or lose anything. I spent a few minutes on the bike being sure I had the chain and lock and hooking up a weather-proof pocket that would hold my wallet and house keys. It was hot, even though it was after 6 PM it was still over ninety degrees. I didn't worry about that, I could take a cool shower hit the pool and maybe the sauna before I started to look for the perfect orbs to suck.
I was getting on the bike in the parking lot when two of the neighborhood teens approached me. I only knew them slightly. The older of the two I had talked with a few times and the other I had talked with once about the dog he was walking. They were in front of me so I held off on getting on the bike when they began talking. It wasn't about much, the weather, how their parents objected to them running around the neighborhood without shirts and how nice it must be to be on my own and be able to dress how I wanted. I think I am only about three or four years older than the older of the pair and had been on my own for five years so I asked why he hadn't moved out.
Rafael gave me the common excuse of not working enough to have the money that would be required to rent an apartment and buy what he would need. I didn't have much sympathy, I had gotten my first apartment when I was old enough to sign a lease. I told him that I had lived on scraps but had been much happier than I had ever been living with my parents. That is a different story about sexual abuse and physical neglect which I will avoid right now. I told him where there were some very cheap apartments not too far away. We were still talking apartments when I heard some boys approaching from the rear, I turned to see six more Hispanic boys smiling and laughing as they greeted Rafael and his friend.
I didn't sense any danger as everyone seemed to be in a good mood and laughing. It wasn't until the youngest one of the newcomers said that he was sure I was the faggot that Ruben had sworn on his mother's grave had sucked his dick and balls. The other boys joined in the name calling and I wanted to get moving but my two neighbors were now close enough that they had put their hands on the handlebars. Damn, the week just kept getting worse. Was I going to be bashed or simply harassed. I told Rafael that it was time for me to get going.
One of the guys that was still behind me said that I wasn't going anywhere until I proved that Ruben wasn't lying. Most of the boys were at least sixteen or seventeen, I doubted that any of them had ever had a man suck their dicks but I couldn't remember who Ruben was and I wasn't in for being gang-banged even though I had been thinking that I needed to get cocks, balls and cum when I walked out of the apartment. Suddenly I could feel the guys turning my bike back to the patio gate. I never lock the gate, sure I lock the patio door but I like being to be able to run onto the patio from the parking lot when it is raining or too hot to stand on the pavement.
The patio is about 10X15, I have a lot of plants, a grill and a small table with two chairs so with nine people it was crowded. We were standing there with a couple of the boys talking about me being a puta and others calling me a maricon. I knew matters were only going to get worse. My keys were on the bike which someone had put on the stand to get it out of the way. I tried asking them to leave when I heard one of the boys say get him on his knees. I thought I would resist but I felt something hit me across the back of my knees and I fell to my knees just as planned. That hurt, both in front and back, the patio is covered in what is supposed to be a soft coat but that only protects you a little if you are standing, it was no protection when my knees landed.
One of the boys I didn't know stepped up in front of me with a grin on his face. He was holding a baseball bat. I thought that must have been what had hit my legs. He put it between my legs and told me to spread my legs apart. I was afraid for the first time, that bat was too close to my cock and balls and if I spread my legs he was going to have an easy target. I tried to object but he warned me that if I didn't do what I was told he was going to use my balls for batting practice. I slowly obeyed, not sure what was coming but trying to keep him happy even though scraping my knees on the pavement was extremely painful. When I was spread wide enough for him he tapped the bat on my balls warning me that I was going to be their slave until they got tired of playing with me.
At least he hadn't said anything about any of the boys wanting to use my ass. It wouldn't be the first time that I was on my knees servicing anyone that came along. I had spent hours on my knees at the bathhouse on numerous occasions because I wanted to, not because anyone thought I should be their slave. The distinction burned in my brain. I wasn't anyone's slave, I had left that behind when I left my parent's house. I was still thinking about that when the boy that had said something about Ruben dropped his pants to his knees and told me to suck him.
I really can't remember which dick belonged to which boy, but the first one I opened up to suck was probably no more than five inches long and not too thick. He was too excited by the scene to last for more than one minute, shooting hot boy cum on my tongue and backing away so another boy could step up. They barely let me breathe between cocks. I had sucked them all once before I felt a stream of piss hitting my head. I have to be honest here, I had tried tasting my own piss but I had never had another man or boy piss in my mouth or on my head until that evening. I don't know why I turned my head to get the stream closer to my mouth but if I was their slave I guess it doesn't matter.
Most of the boys were laughing about me being covered in piss but that didn't stop some of them from stepping up to my mouth for a second blow job. The first boy up had the biggest dick of the bunch. I would guess that he was a little over eight inches and thicker than anyone else there. I had trouble managing him the first time but the second I was able to get all of him in my mouth and throat. I guess having shot one load he was more in control the second time and that was why he was able to start fucking my throat. I wished he could have been holding my head so he could push deeper but I assumed he didn't want to get his hands covered with piss. He was still fucking away when somebody threw him a shirt that he wrapped around his hands and my head. After that my throat was at his mercy, something he didn't have.
He worked it hard and long. I thought a few times that I would pass out from a lack of breath but he would pull out in time for me to breathe and then begin again. For all that he was putting me through I hoped he pulled back when he was ready to shoot, I remembered that he had tasted great the first time I got his spunk. When I felt him swelling up more and widening my throat I put my hands on his legs and pushed him back far enough that I got all of the cum on my tongue. If I was going to be worked over I was at least going to get some reward.
Some of the boys saw what I was doing and started laughing about me being a cum-lover. If they hadn't already had my mouth so many times I might have blushed. As it was who cared, they already knew I sucked dick and didn't spit out their cum. I took another three or four cocks before I heard one of the boys complaining that he needed to piss. I think it was Rafael that said I didn't have a dick in my mouth so he should try using me as a urinal. The piss that had flowed over my head had partially gotten into my mouth and I wondered if all the boys would taste that way. It wasn't long before the boy stood about a foot away and ordered me to open my mouth. Damn, if I was going to take his piss he was going to stick his dick in my mouth, I refused. I felt a tapping on my balls, a reminder that there would do what they wanted.
I hadn't said anything for most of the interlude. The next time the boy said to open my mouth I put up a hand and with a finger motioned him closer. He understood but was wary, he moved half way to my face. That was fine, I bent forward and took the head of his soft dick in my mouth and only gave him a single swipe of my tongue. He really needed to piss and the stream was hot and tasted like ammonia but I had committed myself and I worked to swallow every drop he gave me. He didn't pull his dick out when finished pissing, after siting there for a minute he told me to suck it. I did as ordered, it took him a few minutes to get hard but once hard he grabbed me by the ears and pumped at my face trying hard to get off fast.
The boys stood around me laughing at the slave they had found and how they would be coming back to use my mouth whenever they needed to get their balls emptied. I hated hearing that, I had assumed this was a one time thing and I didn't have any desire to become the neighborhood cum dump. One by one the boys started to step up for a second blow job, I don't know whether they were that horny or if they were finding out that they enjoyed having a man sucking them. I had three or four more dicks before I felt one of the boys pissing on my chest, soon I was being hit by four streams of piss, one on my head one on my face, the one on my chest and another on my back. What could I do?
I opened my mouth hoping that one of the boys would see and use me for a urinal. I was shocked that I had started to enjoy being showered and forced to drink piss. For some reason my enjoyment was enough to make me shoot a load in my jockstrap. Usually shooting makes me turned off for a while, but the boys that hadn't pissed stepped up and two of them choose my mouth and I was drowning in piss and knowing that I loved it. I could differentiate between the boys pissing in my mouth, one was almost sweet and the other was extremely salty. What a treat. When I opened my eyes after the two dicks pissing in my mouth at once stopped I saw that some of the boys had left and most of the rest were pulling their pants up or putting them on, a couple had completely disrobed. I thought I was going to be left to myself in the pool of piss but as they trooped out I noticed that they were saying goodbye to one of the boys that was still standing in front of me.
He hadn't even taken care to pull on his pants or shirt while the gate was open. I realized that it was Rafael when he took a few seconds to lock the patio gate. I had always enjoyed watching his ass in tight pants so there was no way I couldn't recognize him. I was worn out and wanted to get into the apartment to get cleaned up but what was he going to want from me?
"Let's get you in the shower. You smell like piss." I am sure he was right, with all the piss that had showered down on me how could he be wrong. But I didn't want him in the apartment and I really didn't want to drip piss from the patio door to the bathroom. I told him I could do it on my own but he insisted he was going to help me.
"Hose me off with the garden hose. I don't want piss all over the apartment." I'm not a neat freak, but the idea of piss from one end of the apartment to the other made the cleaner in me cringe.
"Get undressed." I looked down and saw that my shorts were soaked and my shoes, too. He had seen me sucking eight dicks and drinking piss from most of them so what the Hell, I pulled the shorts off and then my jockstrap. I expected a hard blast of cold water but Rafael kept the pressure low and the nozzle set to a soft shower. As he moved around me I noticed for the first time that evening that he had a nice body, not too muscular and the butt I had admired so often was well defined and his chest was looking like he had been using weights.
Dripping water from head to toe I began searching for my keys. I knew where he lived, so if he pulled anything once we were inside his parents would learn about it. Before I opened the door he threw me his shirt and said I might want to dry my legs and feet so I didn't make a mess when we got inside. I could see what he was talking about, my knees were bleeding down my shins and I would be dripping more than water or piss on the floor if I didn't do something. I wiped at my legs with his shirt not making much progress but getting enough of the blood off my feet and chins that I felt I could get to the bathroom without making a mess. The first step I made I stumbled towards the door.
Rafael told me to wait, he found his shorts and dried his feet that had gotten wet from the piss and water flowing off my body. He helped me get the key in the lock and then threw my arm over his shoulder to help me make my way into the apartment. It was the first time he had been inside and he murmured approval of things as we slowly made our way to the bathroom. I barely made it to the commode before I needed to sit. He seemed not to be like the boy that had participated in what I was thinking of as a rape. I wanted to be angry with him but he was on his knees seeing if he could do anything for my knees and what could I say anyway?
"Are you ready for a warm shower? Once we're finished I'll do what I can to bandage your knees." We're finished? Was he intending to shower with me? What was going on?
I didn't speak, but took his arm and stood to step into the shower. I don't have a tub, just a walk in shower. He adjusted the water and helped me in and before closing the door stepped in with me. I liked the feel of him close but I was still thinking of him as a rapist and gang-banger. Why was he being this nice, what did he want?
Surprising me he washed my hair commenting that I still smelled of piss. His hands on my head were gentle as he thoroughly cleaned my hair and then moved to where he could wash my body. I hadn't had any hands on me other than to force my head one way or the other that evening and they felt soft and strong as he use a cloth to soap my body. I expected him to avoid the naughty parts but when he got there he took extra care to wash my dick, being careful to push back the foreskin and spending more time than absolutely necessary. When he turned me around to wash my back I was confused, had he wanted to get with me all along or had the action on the patio freed him to do something that he wouldn't do under other circumstances.
I was having trouble remaining on my feet but I was determined that as long as the boy was willing to do this I would. When the cloth made the first swipe between the globes of my ass I thought finally he has reached his limit. How wrong I was. He dropped to his knees to clean the rest of my legs and held up each foot to clean and then returned to my ass. I don't know if he had been thinking about it while he worked on my legs or he knew he had mere skimmed the surface. He was still on his knees trying to spread my cheeks to give him access to my asshole, I had been using both hands to prop myself up but the mere idea of the boy trying to spread my cheeks made me help by reaching down and holding them apart. For a few minutes he worked between the globes with the cloth, I don't know exactly when he began using his fingers to examine my hole but I knew I was getting the desire to be fucked and the fingers pushing at my asshole were driving the feeling.
My dick knew what was happening and had become as hard as I get. I didn't want to break the mood or risk scaring him but I needed more than just a finger touching me. How I decided on saying kiss it I don't know. That he obeyed was more surprising, at first that is all he did. After a half dozen kisses that came nearer and nearer to my hole I pushed my ass back to give him the idea I wanted what he wanted. I didn't know if he would but I finally told him to use his tongue. I am 100% sure he had never even thought of putting his tongue to an asshole before he knelt there facing my hole. He took a few teasing swipes at me and braver let his tongue rest on the rosebud and tried pushing his way in. I wanted that so bad at the moment I couldn't do anything but put a hand on the back of his head and pull him tight against me.
I was disappointed when he pulled away and stood up behind me. He made certain that we were both rinsed clean of soap and turned the water off. I let him get out first while the water dripped off me. I watched him dry his body, pleased that he was also erect. Licking my ass had done that and I hoped that I was going to be in for more before he left. What was more important though was that his balls were warm and hanging low, giving me the view and impetus to ask what was happening. I wanted my mouth on those balls and I wanted his mouth on my ass and I had to admit to myself I wanted him to fuck me.
"First off we are going to take care of your knees. With all that piss that they were sitting in you don't want them getting infected."
"Rafael, piss is sterile. I won't get an infection from the piss. I might get something from having them on the concrete for so long, but since I was bleeding the whole time I should be okay. Some antiseptic and bandages and they should be okay." I was feeling better after the shower and felt much braver than I had kneeling on the patio.
"Where is what you need?"
He got the antiseptic crème and bandages and carefully put the crème everywhere I looked to be scraped and then using some big gauze pads and tape wrapped my knees. I looked like I had major wounds but I wasn't going to complain, I enjoyed having him on his knees in front of me taking care of me.
"Can you stand?"
He helped me up from the lidded commode. I probably could have stood without his help but I nursed the situation and leaned against his chest. It felt great to have him holding me and I didn't try moving as our dicks touched. I knew from the past that that was a moment that might tell me something, if he pulled back I would know that everything that had happened in the last thirty minutes was a fluke.
"Let's go to your bed." I was more than agreeable. If he wanted to get me in bed I would be willing to do whatever he wanted. As long as he let me get at his balls and maybe play with my ass.
"Rafael, what do you want?" I wasn't sure I should ask, the boy may not have been thinking and if he did would he shy away from doing anything else?
"I want to fuck you." It popped out of his mouth so oddly that I looked at him to see that he was blushing and had lowered his head so that I couldn't see his eyes. I raised my hand to his face and turned him towards me. When he saw I wasn't objecting to what he said he gave me the first kiss. It wasn't a peck like you give a friend but a passionate lip lock with his tongue deep in my mouth.
"You taste like piss."
"Do you like it?"
"I don't know, but I like kissing you."
"Is that all you are going to do? I enjoyed having your tongue in my asshole."
"If I can fuck you I'll do that as long as you want." He had no idea how long I enjoyed having my ass rimmed. I promised myself not to be too greedy.
"Help me to the bedroom. I want to lay down to let you get started."
When we got to the bed more than anything I wanted his balls in my mouth. I told him that he could crouch over me holding my legs in the air while I sucked his balls. It is the perfect 69 position as far as I am concerned, balls in my mouth and a tongue prodding at my asshole. What could possibly be better?We had been like that for maybe ten minutes when he sat up and asked if I needed more than just spit to take his dick in my ass. I am not a virgin, but I don't get fucked a lot. I told him where to find the lube and gasped as he worked lube into me with his fingers.
"Are you sure you never did this before?"
"When you sucked my dick was the first time I had ever had another guy touch me. But I loved it. I couldn't say anything in front of the guys but I wanted to get down right then and suck your dick too."
"Anytime you want. You tongue has me ready for anything you want." I hoped he would fuck me before he decided he needed to explore sucking dick. I thought that he might be long enough to fuck me and suck me but I didn't think he would get much more than the first couple inches of me in if he did.
He didn't know what he was doing and although I tried to slow him down as soon as he pulled his finger out of my ass he plunged his entire dick in. I had never screamed when being fucked but I did right then. He tried to pull out but I grabbed his ass and told him to stay still. My ass was grabbing and massaging his cock, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had cum right then but I remembered he had already given me two loads of cum in the last couple hours.
"Now, start slow. Stroke my ass with a few inches of your dick when I tell you to fuck me harder you can start using your whole dick pulling back and giving it all to me."
He wanted to learn how to fuck and he did as I asked. I had already adjusted by the time he started giving me small strokes and was warming up to the idea of a hard fuck, quick.
"Damn it, Rafael, fuck me hard." He did. It didn't last long, but he was giving me all six and a half inches and pulling back until I could only feel the head of his dick before slamming into me again. I was yelling at him to fuck me over and over. If the apartment wasn't old and pretty sound proof his parents would have heard me yelling his name, they only live a few apartments away. I think he wanted to pull out as soon as he shot but I had my legs around him and wouldn't let him.
"Let me up, I need to go piss." I wasn't ready to let his dick out of my ass and I surprised us both when I told him to piss in my ass. The idea is appealing to a lot of people and I have talked with guys that say they want to but they can't and other guys who have said they have had a man piss in their ass while they were still hard and one guy at the bathhouse that wanted to piss fuck me. I didn't know if Rafael would be able to give me his piss but I wasn't going to release his dick until he tried.
I felt what I assumed was a shot of piss. Looking in his face I knew the boy was trying hard to give me what I had asked for. I tried relaxing my asshole so there wouldn't be too much pressure on his shaft and almost immediately I felt the heat flowing into me. It was more pleasant than I had ever thought possible. Even as I felt my stomach extending I hoped that he wouldn't stop. There are ways we touch another that are more personal than others and more intimate. Having Rafael pissing in my ass felt like I had become one with him. I pulled his head down and gave him a long passionate kiss, at that moment it didn't matter that he had raped me and watched others do it too.
I could feel his cock subsiding and suddenly I was afraid the piss in my ass was going to shoot out across my bed and the bedroom floor. I pulled the pillowcase off the pillow under my head and as soon as he popped out jammed it between my legs.
"Help me up. I'm going to lose your piss all over the place." I am probably twenty pounds heavier than Rafael but he understood and without even a moments hesitation picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. The piss felt hot flowing out and nearly made me cum. I couldn't believe it.
He stood watching me and saw the look of pleasure on my face. I thought he was going to laugh but instead he just said that he was going to have to try that sometime. My dick was bobbing in front of me as I wiped up and tried standing. The boy once more surprised me by kneeling at my feet and taking my dick in his mouth. I stood still waiting to see what he was going to do, would he suck me or was he wanting something else?
I stood quietly while Rafael adjusted to having eight hard inches of dick in his mouth. I don't generally cum more than once every twelve hours or so, so having Rafael sucking my dick I wasn't expecting to get to the point where I would want to cum. Just another of those times that day that I was wrong. It might have been that I was enjoying having him on his knees or a revenge factor but whatever was going on in my mind it had disconnected from my dick and I unloaded more cum than I had earlier. I looked down at the boy wondering what he would do, was he going to spit it out or swallow? Would he drop my dick now that I had cum?
He is a natural. I enjoyed him working his mouth and throat to swallow my cum. I needed to piss but knew that would be too much.
"Back in the shower." I know he didn't understand what was going to happen. I suppose he thought I needed to wash my butt. But that was a minor distraction, I wanted him on his knees so I could piss on his cock and wash the lube and my ass juices off. He dropped to his knees easily when I put my hands on his shoulders. He tried bending towards my dick but I told him that wasn't why we were there. I aimed my dick and the shower of piss hit his dick and his black pubes. I hoped I would be able to wash away the lube but his dick stood up so fast that I wasn't going to hit but one side. He stayed on his knees with the piss hitting his hard dick and balls until the stream of recycled piss slowed when he leaned forward and took a taste. My flow stopped at the action, I had never been able to give anyone a drink.