Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2012 14:49:28 -0500 From: cody boy Subject: How I became a slut - part 1 Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. This story may contain graphic sex between a young boy and adult men. However, the author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you should turn back and read something else. This is an original story and may not be shared without the author's permission. Comments are more than welcomed since I am working on parts 2 and 3 of the story. The real fantasies of the author will be apparent in the later parts of this story so suggestions (and compliments) are appreciated. This is my first story, I hope you enjoy it! Hello. My name is Brandon, I'm 17 years old now, but the story I'm about to share happened when I was 15. Appearance wise, I'm on the small side being only 5'2" and weighing around 110 pounds. I don't have any fat on me and since I'm quite active, it's all muscles but the natural kind, I hate gyms! I'm a shy boy. I'm very shy actually but that doesn't stop me from having the most wonderful friends in the world. When you know me I'm pretty outgoing, it just takes time for me to let anyone enter my close circle of friends. I'm doing really well in school being at the top of my class or close to it in most subjects. I'm pretty good at sports too, well the ones where you don't have to be really strong like wrestling and football hehe. I have a great family also, two loving parents and a great little brother. I'm surrounded with love and I have a great life... But something was missing. I knew I was gay since I was about 12, fantasizing about boys more than girls very soon after I learned about jerking off. I innocently thought that if I didn't like to imagine kissing another boy, then I wasn't gay. So all my fantasies were perfectly ok as long I was not thinking about kissing a boy. Was I ever wrong. At 14 or so, I figured I was gay but wasn't ready to admit it to other people yet. Even my best friends and family were completely in the dark about it. From age 14 until today, I was so scared of being found out that I only chatted about my gay fantasies on the Internet with strangers under a made-up name. My description was pretty accurate and so were my fantasies and experiences. The rest was all lies. I started doing that at around 14 but I soon became frustrated with the process since I could never meet anyone or they would get suspicious or just stop replying because I was not sending any pictures or any real proof of my existence. I got some really good jerking off sessions out of this but it soon wasn't enough, I needed more. During these chat sessions, I discovered that I enjoyed being the submissive boy. I loved when the other guy would tell me in details what he would do to me if we met. It turned me on to no end, especially if the man was older than me, more muscular and taller... Oh and if he had a big cock it was even better! I had put stuff up my butt during my two years of chatting but I had never been fucked, nor sucked for that matter. When I was a scout I jerked off with the other guys one time but that was about all I had as far as experience with other males. Like I said, I wanted more. One day, my luck, if I can call it that, turned. I had an older cousin, Chad, who lived close enough to our house and sometimes he'd call me to play street hockey with a bunch of his friends. They usually needed me to be the goalie since no one wanted that position. That day, he called and since I had nothing better to do I decided to go. When I arrived, around 12 or so of his friends were there. The usual suspects, all utra straight guys, none very attractive. But while I was putting the equipment on, I heard one of the guys welcome some more players saying "cool you guys made it!" I turned to look at who had just arrived. There was 3 boys there on their bikes, 2 of them I had already seen before but the third one was unfamiliar. He looked to be around my cousin in age, 19, but was built like a wrestler. About 6'0", 180 pounds, not hairy but very manly with short brown hair. He had the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. He was a looker. My cousin shouted "who's the newby?" and he was introduced as Bobby, a football friend of his who had just moved closer to our neighbourhood. Boy he was like a god. I was attracted to him immediately. I had never felt like this before. I had stopped getting prepped for a while by then simply looking at him. He was looking at me too but he had no expression on his face. He got around saying hi to everyone shaking hands and when he got to me he simply said "hope you're wearing a jock". I couldn't speak, nothing came out! I started to get red faced when my cousin shouted "there's nothing to protect down there anyways", I screamed "shut up you'd just like me to prove you wrong you perv" and everyone laughed. Bobby continued to shake hands and a few moments later, we were playing. I couldn't stop staring at Bobby. He was very athletic and although you could tell he hadn't played a lot of street hockey he was kind of a natural and he held his own very well. After a few hours of play, some of the guys started leaving to eat and do other things until only a few players remained including myself, Bobby, Chad and the two guys who came with Bobby. We decided to just do some shootouts and everyone took turns going one on one against me. After a few rounds, Bobby decided to act cocky and, from a relatively close position, he triggered a huge slap shot that hit me square in the upper left leg catching part of my balls. I immediately crumbled to the floor and, like all straight guys would do, they came up to me laughing their asses off. I, on the other hand, was not laughing. It hurt like heck. Their laughing pissed me off and after a few moments of catching my air, I got up and angrily removed the equipment and simply said "you jerks can find another puppet to act as your fuckin punching bag in goals next time!" I was mad and just left while they were all still snickering. They yelled that they were only kidding and to stop being such a big baby but I was too pissed to care and kept walking. After a bit I heard my name being called, I turned around to see Bobby running after me. When he got to me he simply said: "Hey dude I'm sorry about hurting you but come on, stop being such a douche about it" "I'm not being a douche I just don't wanna play anymore sorry" why I was apologizing I don't know but I just couldn't stay mad looking at my first boy crush. "Yeah well sorry about the shot, I invited the guys to come get cooled off in my pool but they all have stuff to do, you wanna come with? It'd be fun and I'd feel better." "Well I don't know it's late and..." I didn't want to look to happy about his offer but in my head I was saying "OMG OMG OMG SAY YESSSSSS" "Oh come on, it'll be fun!" "Ok then" was my only response. We turned around and got his bike and stuff and took off toward his place. He was walking next to his bike and we were talking about things like football and school for the entire 30 minutes walk. It was nice. When we arrived I was impressed, his house was huge! Like a manor. We entered and he yelled "MOM, DAD I'M HOOOOME". No reply. He dropped his stuff and told me to wait for him here. I went further into the house and I just stood there looking at the huge marble stairwell, and part of the living room with its big screen tv and foyer. "Wow, his rents must be loaded" I thought. When he came back, he had a note in his hands. "My parents went to my aunt's for the rest of the day, they left money for a pizza. Chill, we have the place to our own, wanna go freshen up in the pool?" "Yeah ok" was my reply. "But I don't have a bathing suit". "Just go in your undies, who cares!" "Huuuuum yeah I guess I could do that" I wasn't sure that was such a good idea but I didn't want him to change his mind, I was dying to see him almost naked in a bathing suit. He showed me to the first floor bathroom and told me to leave my stuff there and join him outside afterwards next to the pool. I undressed in the biggest bathroom ever. I was now clothed in only my black briefs and walked my way barefooted on the cold marble floor through the house to the backdoor that led to the backyard and the pool. The backyard was magnificent and the pool was really big. No sign of Bobby though. So I just waited. Then he came out. And what a sight! He came out with towels in hand and wearing a fitted blue bathing suit, not the speedo kind sadly but the shorts that straight guys always wear. He had the most beautiful body ever. Big biceps, huge pecs, a great all-over tan, no hair anywhere... He was a god! I was afraid I'd get hard. He said "why aren't you in the pool?" "I was waiting for you" "Hey what's that?" he said pointing to my crotch. I was afraid I was sporting a boner or something but when I looked down, I could see the mark he made with the ball earlier. It was pretty big and purple and it looked nasty. "Hey I'm sorry about that, I didn't know I got you that hard. It must hurt!" he said. "Nah it's fine now plus I'm used to it". "Alright then let's go!" and he just shoved me in the pool. That took me by surprise and when I emerged he just dove next to me. We immediately started fooling around, wrestling and basically just being boys. Nothing sexual really happened, he was just playing and it was obvious there was no "big plan" behind his actions, there definitely wasn't any gay vibes. At some point he sorta pulled on my underwear and it tightened around the spot he had hit earlier, it hurt as hell and I yelped. We stopped fighting and he asked why I screamed. "Because you pulled on my undies and it hurt me where you got me with the ball". "Oh I see, well there's an easy solution then..." I thought he meant that we would stop wrestling but he dove and yanked my underwear right off of me. I was surprised, it happened so fast and since I was trying to swim or float, I didn't have time to protect myself. He emerged from the water holding my black briefs and waved them like a victory flag. "Give 'em back!" "No way dude, and it's for your own protection, this way I won't hurt you anymore" and he sort of giggled. He threw the underwear out of the pool behind him. "There, now you can't even get them" and he jumped on me ducking me under the water. I fought him off but it was obvious he was not really trying to win, if he wanted to he could manhandle me. We played around for a bit fighting and I started getting hard. I was excited because I was naked in the pool and because the best looking guy was right there with me. Being naked next to him doing something naughty like being naked outdoors in a swimming pool was enough to get me hard, I was barely 15 after all! He couldn't see it of course but I still got a little more defensive hoping he wouldn't notice. That is until he tried to get me from under the water. When he came back up, he was smirking and not trying to fight with me anymore. "You're hard" he simply said. I couldn't reply, I was ashamed. Thing is, he didn't look mad at all, here I was thinking he'd pound me but he was just standing there smiling. "It happens I'm sorry" I simply said. "I know lol but why now? You gay or something?" "NO!" "lol yes you are you little freak or at least I got you excited for some reason hahaha wait 'til I tell your cousin about this" "No please I'm not gay I don't know why it did this please please don't tell anyone please especially not Chad he'd beat me up or something please dude" and my eyes started watering. He could see I was really stressed about this. "Oh come on it was a joke I don't care about you getting hard even if you are gay. Plus it happens to some guys in the showers after football all the time it's no big deal stop crying for god sakes" I calmed down but my erection remained. "Let's get out of the pool and eat something ok?" he offered. "Ok but don't look at me promise!?" "I won't" he replied laughing at my request. He got out and I followed. He turned around and looked me over. "Hey you promised" I said and quickly covered my hard cock with my hands. "I don't care I wanna see if you're still hard. 'Cause if you still are, then I think you're gay for me." "NO! I'M NOT GAY" "Then show me!" "NO!" "Oh that means you still are hard, so you are gay for me. Got myself a fag here who lusts after me" I couldn't really reply, I just didn't know what to say. "Come on show me I'm right" he said. He was looking at me cross-armed and that's when I noticed the bulge in his bathing suit. It was molding his cock and balls because of the water and he seemed huge down there. I quickly looked up into his eyes and said "NO" one more time. But my determination was fading, I actually wanted him to see me naked for some unknown reason to me at the time. "Come on show me or I'll make you" he said and stepped forward, grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms away from my crotch. I put up a fight but a very weak one. I let him see my 15 years old hard 5" cut boy dick. "I knew it, I knew you were a fuckin fag look at ya all hard plus I've seen you looking at my crotch, you want me admit it" I just didn't reply. I simply looked down to the ground. Defeated. I did want him and all the years of dreaming about being with a man were catching up to me. I wanted to tell someone about my desires. I wanted to worship a big cock. I wanted someone to control me. Make me do things. Fuck me even. I knew it would hurt but I didn't care. Right now, I wanted more than anything for Bobby to be that person. I was so horny and so hard it hurt. I had mixed emotions though, felt like I wanted to cry at the same time, ashamed of how I was, who I was and who I was turning into. When I had the courage to look back up into those beautiful eyes of his, all I could see was some kind of mischief. It was something other than lust, no one had ever looked at me that way. I was kind of scared. That's when he sternly said: "Say you're a fag, say it!" "I'm a fag" I could not believe I said that. "What made you hard?" "I... I..." I couldn't say anything, it's hard to be truthful about your feelings for the first time after repressing them for so long. "Come on say it! You want to do stuff with guys right? To have a man treat you like a girl, like you're his girl? Or am I missing something 'cause I don't understand you freaks!" "Yeah I want to... Like... Do stuff with a guy I guess." "Someone like me?" "Yeah, sir I guess" "You guess what?" he said kind of angry. I caught on real fast. "Well I'm a virgin sir, I never had sex with a boy or even a girl sir. But I think I want a man to take me sir" "You don't think you KNOW!" he emphasized the "KNOW" by pointing at me and he was right, I knew that's exactly what I wanted. "Yes sir" I was so ashamed of what I had just said, I couldn't even look him in the eyes anymore. Somehow though, I never lost my erection. Plus, even if I felt ashamed, I was also strangely turned on by all of this. I was naked and hard outside admitting some of my most secret fantasies to a god-like man. I was so confused. "Say you want to do anything for me fag" he said stepping even closer to me, towering over me, looking at me sternly with his piercing brown eyes. I knew he wasn't kidding, he had figured me out or at least he was showing me who was the boss here. "I'll do what you want sir" I meekly answered. "From now on whenever we are alone you call me sir you got that." "Yes sir" "Good and just so we're clear, I'm not like you. I'm not a fuckin fag but I'm horny all the time and I like to be in control and release the tension sometimes and since no proper girl likes the things I need you'll be mine to do whatever I want got that? Plus I know you homos enjoy the rough stuff anyways so don't act like you don't want me to dominate you, we both know you want to be mine right faggot?" "Yes sir I do". Somehow, even though this was going way too fast, I had never been as scared and as turned on as I was right now. "I knew you'd agree as soon as I saw you were hard in the pool haha I'm gonna have fun with you. Now leave your underwear outside and get in the house faggot". I did just that leading the way inside the house. When we got in he shoved me to the side and started climbing the stairs. I followed him my hard cock pointing the way. When we got upstairs, he opened a door and in we came. It was his room. "Get on your knees bitch" he barked as soon as he had closed the door behind me. I got on my knees very quickly and looked up. He grabbed his crotch with one hand and lifted my chin with the other. "That what you want fag?" "Yes sir" BANG he slapped me on the cheek. I looked back up and he seemed angry. "Fuckin fag bitch admitting you're queer for cock, you're nothing, you're worth nothing you understand me? From now on your only role in life is pleasing me in any way I want got that whore?" "Yes sir, I am yours. You can do what you want with me, I am yours" I answered my voice quivering. "You're damn right bitch. Now get moving with that mouth boy, lower my bathing suit and take care of that cock. Make it hard you fucking slut" I did just that, I pulled on his bathing suit slowly and out came a perfect cock. Already longer than mine at 6" soft, cut and quite large. I looked at the first dick other than my own that I had ever seen in person and I was hooked. I massaged it slowly, played with it a bit and just kind of held it not knowing what to do. It was like I was hypnotized by it. "Open your mouth and suck it. If I feel your teeth you'll get punished you got that fag?" "Yes sir" I started sucking him off slowly. Just barely letting the head inside my mouth and lathering it with spit to make it slick. It seemed all natural after just a few seconds. I felt right at my place on my knees sucking on a dick being insulted and reduced to a sex slave by a guy I didn't know merely a few hours before. Maybe I really was a freak. I closed my eyes and really got into sucking him off. I was soon bopping my head sliding about 4" of his monster cock in and out of my mouth. He was talking to me all the while. "Yeah bitch get that cock hard and juicy. You fuckin love that. Look how hard you are you whore. Suck me good you know you want to". His cock was now getting bigger. I thought I was doing a good job sucking my first cock. That made me happy. At some point, it seemed like it couldn't fit in my mouth properly. It became just too wide. He was stretching my mouth good to a point were I was only sucking on the head of his monster. Now, it must have easily been over 9" and thick, my fingers could not reach around it, it was close to being as thick as a can of coke! Then suddenly, I felt his hands behind my head and he violently shoved my face forward. Most of his huge cock went straight down my throat! "Yeah that's better, deep throat my schlong fag, choke on it I don't care!" And choke I did. I couldn't breath! I started crying and choking but he forcefully kept me impaled on his monster not really moving. After a few moments of trying to get away while he was enjoying telling me to choke I started breathing through my nose. That helped a lot! I started getting used to it but I couldn't stop crying. It was a reflex. It turned Bobby on it seemed: "Oh yeah take my big cock down your throat you fag, either you'll learn how to take it or else... Frankly I don't care if you cry or choke to death you're nothing I'll have my way with you any way I want, scream if you want you know you want it and I'll give it to you like a bitch" That's when he started pulling out. It seemed like forever before he got all of it out of my mouth. As soon as he did I was gasping for air, bend over. Dry tears and wet ones all over my face, some throat juices all over the place. I was a mess. But I was so turned on being used like that. I never lost my erection. I was hard and leaking. He saw that right away. "You fuckin fag you're enjoying this I knew it. Open wide I'm going to face fuck you whore and drown you with cum" I looked up, stood on my knees a bit higher to get a more easier angle for his monster cock then took a huge breath of air and opened my mouth wide. I wanted it. "I knew you were a fuckin fag!" and he slid its entire length right down my throat in one shot! Seemed easier that time. I gagged a little but didn't cry. My throat hurt a bit but other than that I think my excitement and adrenaline numbed the pain. He fucked my mouth for a bit calling me names and then grabbed my hair and really started skull fucking me hard. I took it all. I was a short 15 years old slut on my knees being used, abused and insulted by a greek god with the biggest cock I had ever seen and I was loving it. I dared not touch my dick or else I'd shoot and I was afraid that would piss him off. So I just knelt there and took all he was willing to give me. I really was a fag bitch... and I didn't care, I was loving this! He was humming and talking dirty all the whilst. Trusting his huge cock in and out of my slut mouth. "Yeah fucking take it slut that's all you're good for, you're just a hole for my cock you bitch" he was going on like this continuously barely stopping the dirty talk to fuck my mouth faster and harder. After a few minutes he was getting erratic with his movements and said "Oh you fuckin tight virgin bitch slut I'm gonna cum" and he shoved his cock deep. I barely felt it at first. He was cumming right down my throat but he pulled it out after just a few seconds, jerked his big cock and finished cumming all over my face. He was saying "Yeah take it you bitch aaaaaaaaah" and 7 huge spurts splattered my face. I don't know how much cum was already in my stomach but my face got hosed. He came gallons! Then it was over. He backed down and sort of fell down sitting on his bed still hard and breathing heavy. "There you go slut now consider yourself baptised as my fuckin slave" he simply said. After a few moments of inhaling air he added "well aren't you going to thank me for giving you the privilege of getting my precious cum?" "Yes sir thank you very much I am not worthy of it. Thank you for teaching me my place as your whore sir" it came out so naturally I even surprised myself. "Yeah that's it slut now get the fuck out of my house and don't you dare wash your face until tomorrow morning!" "But sir my parents and..." He got up and quickly walked towards me... SLAP! I had been kicked right in the guts. "Shut up faggot, I don't care about your problems, you do what I say period. And you thank me for it got that?" "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir. I will keep it on my face sir. Thank you sir." I said bend over, the words barely audible the air having been kicked out of my lungs. "That's better. Now get the fuck out!" I got up quickly and left his room. I ran downstairs, grabbed my clothes in the bathroom and went out closing the front door behind me. I hid behind the bushes to get dressed and noticed I had left my underwear near the pool. I decided against going back inside and headed home. I got inside my house quickly using the back door and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I yelled that I didn't want to be disturbed and my family always respected that. I dropped my pants and removed my t-shirt. I stood naked in front of my mirror. My face had Bobby's dry cum all over it. I jerked off looking at my reflection and thought "fuck look at you you're a whore and you were just used by a real man and you enjoyed it. You wish he would've fucked you too you're such a slut" and after merely seconds I came like I never came before. So much cum. My knees buckled and I fell on the floor laying down gasping in the afterglow of my orgasm. Fuck that was good! Then my cell beeped, it was a text message. I read it: "Hey fag, Chad gave me your phone number. Be at my place tomorrow at noon and bring your cherry lol. Don't be late or everyone at your school will know what you did and I have your underwear to prove it. See ya whore! Bobby." I did not sleep well that night. I was hard again. I was a slut.