Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2004 15:33:48 -0500
From: ArtHill579@aol.com
Subject: "Carried Away" Part 13

Disclaimer: This story is basically a fantasy involving humiliation, mild
violence, and sexual activity between young men. If you find such material
offensive or in violation of the laws of your state/country, please don't
read any further. Remember to practice safe sex: this story is a fantasy in
which STDs don't exist!

(c) Art M. Hill ArtHill579@aol.com All rights reserved (2004).
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I was lying in bed doing something I never would have dreamed of doing even
a few weeks ago. I had (unwillingly) lent my car to Chris Foster. When he
returned it the following day it could have qualified for federal disaster
relief. The bumper was dented, the passenger side was keyed, and the inside
. . . well let's just say that the inside looked like there had been some
kind of orgy. Burned out cigarette butts, beer cans, and condoms littered
the floor. At first I had gone crazy. I had even attacked Chris, who
quickly pounded me into the ground. After cleaning the car as best as I
could, I was seized by the urge to take the used condoms I found. What
would I do with them? My cock said: You'll think of something.

I certainly did think of something. After I lined the rubbers up on my
chest, I dangled one over my mouth and started to lick it, oblivious to the
disagreeable taste of old pussy slop. I tried to imagine that rubber
wrapped around Chris' big cock as he plunged it into some chick's cunt. I
imagined my mouth as that cunt, with Chris feeding me his entire length and
fucking it in and out until, with a agonizing shout of pleasure, he
unloaded inside me. With that thought I shot my own load. Damn! I must have
set some kind of record--at least for me--on distance and volume. Hey ma,
look what I'm into now!

I was so wiped out after I shot my load that I must have passed out. The
next thing I knew I heard a banging on my bedroom door. Confused, I turned
and looked at the clock on the bed table: almost 2:00 am. Jeez, I must have
slept . . .

"Open up, little bro!" It was Bob, and from the sound of his voice I could
tell he was feeling no pain. Thank God I had locked the door earlier. The
knob turned violently.

"Hold on, Bob," I said, still groggy from sleep. Vaguely I thought that I
couldn't let Bob see me like this---with Chris' used rubbers hanging from
my tits . . . but maybe he'd be too drunk to notice. I started to laugh,
now fully awake. Yeah, and maybe he'd think you were a broad and start
feelin' you up.

There was a crash against the door. Bob obviously was having difficulty
standing up. If he kept up that racket much longer, mom and dad would
certainly be up, and there'd be hell to pay.

"C'mon, you little shit. Le'me in," Bob said. "What the fuck are ya doing,
playing with yourself?" (Gulp!)

As I started to get up I felt the used rubbers sticking to my chest with my
own cum. "Just a minute!" I yelled at Bob who was starting to bang on the
door again. Where the hell were my PJs?

For once I was grateful when I heard dad's voice cut in. "What the hell is
all the damn racket about?" Then closer. "What the fuck, Bob. I don't want
you coming into our home like this . . . You can party all you like, and
screw whoever you like. I don't give a shit. But I don't want you bustin'
in here smelling like booze and cunt and waking us all up. I'll be at work
tomorrow morning while you still have your damn ass parked in bed."

Whoa! I was just a bit shocked. I didn't think dad would lay into Bob like
that, especially since he was home on leave, but that's just what he did.

"Sorry, dad," Bob said sheepishly, sounding almost like a little kid again.

I smiled as I lay back in bed again with dried cum all over me, and Chris'
rubbers still stuck to my chest. I heard Bob padding off to his room, and a
final crash as he zonked out on the bed. Guess there still were some perx
to living at home . . .

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I woke up with a start the next morning, realizing that I still had Bob's
combat boots in my closet. I hadn't finished cleaning them up yet, and
decided to do them even before breakfast so that he wouldn't start to get
suspicious about why I was keeping them for so long.

Actually, I had plenty of time, since the clock only said 6:00 am. Classes
didn't start until 9:00 am. I had slept so long the night before that I was
up far earlier than normal.

As I got up I felt a tightness in the skin all over my chest. Well, looked
like I needed a shower before anything else. Two of the rubbers must have
fallen off sometime during the night, but the third was still firmly
anchored to my right nipple. I carefully pulled it off, found the second
one under the sheets, and the third on the floor next to the bed. Just
seeing them made my cock rise again. In a flash I forgot all about the
shower and even about the boots. Once again the used condoms had my
undivided attention.

For some strange reason they excited me so much I almost creamed again. The
perverse part of my mind told me that if I was going to do something nasty
I better do it soon before everything dried up.

I looked at the condom that had been stuck to my nipple. Without any
further thought, I bent back my head and lowered it into my mouth. I rolled
it around with my tongue getting it all wet. Again that taste that I could
only imagine was a mixture of Bob's cum and his girlfriend's cunt juice. I
wrinkled my nose. Then I took the rubber out of my mouth, carefully opened
up the end, and began sliding my tongue inside. Even though it was mostly
congealed, I was hit by that unmistakable taste. As my tongue probed
further into the rubber and toward the reservoir at the end, the taste got
stronger. I started gagging, but was determined to finish what I started
. . . I wanted to know. With new determination, I pulled the rubber into my
mouth again, curled my tongue and, after pushing it to the max, started to
suck hard.

It was a totally new experience sucking cum from a `pre-owned' rubber. I
didn't like it too much, but it excited me tremendously, especially when I
thought about it belonging to Chris or one of his teammates. Jock cum! That
thought was all it took, and I had another major cum explosion. I sighed
and closed my eyes, but my tongue never stopped circling the now completely
stretched out condom.

Before I knew it, the rubber was completely clean, and I took it out of my
mouth. For a moment I debated about whether to drop it into the garbage can
or into my bed table. I quickly opened the table draw and dropped it
in. Souvenir. That left two more.

I had to watch the time now. It was almost 7:00 am. Whew, did time fly when
you were sucking used condoms! I didn't have much more time to play. I was
tempted to skip my shower and even breakfast, but I had to be out of the
house by 8:00 am so that I could pick up Chris and get to class. Then
another thought hit me: how could I face Chris after I had sucked out his
used condom? Like, wouldn't he be able to tell?

"Tell me, you perv," I imagined Chris gloating, "how did my rubbers taste?
I left them there for you as a little present. You fuckin' disgust me. I
don't even wanna be anywhere near you, you scum ball." Then he laughed like
crazy: "Hey, Stanton, since you like to suck cum from my rubbers so much,
maybe I'll save `em for ya. But you gotta pay---twenty bucks apiece. How
about that, faggot?" His scornful laughter continued to echo in my head as
I came out of my day dream.

7:30 am. "What the hell are you doing?!" I asked myself. Okay, just one
more rubber and then I'm going. I decided to jack off into the second
one. In a flash my cock was hard as nails again.

I picked up the rubber that had stuck between the sheets, sniffed it, and
then carefully rolled it up so as not to spill any of the remaining
contents. The moment I touched it to my cock I almost shot again. My cock
started to boogie, and I had a hard time stopping it. Ya see, I wanted to
enjoy my orgasm inside the rubber, mixing my cum with Chris' deposit

After touching the condom to the tip of my cock I slowly and sensually
started to roll it down the shaft. As I pushed my now rock hard cock
further and further into Chris' condom I began to feel the dried out cum
that must have leaked down Chris' shaft during the fuck. As I burrowed
deeper, the contents of the condom began to get a bit sticky. It felt like
my cock was finally being surrounded by Chris' essence, like we somehow
shared a bond---a cum bond.

Now that my cock was fully sheathed by the condom and I could feel Chris'
spent cum, I began to jack my cock, first slowly, then more quickly. My
movements were accompanied by little groans of pleasure as I thought about
the hunks that had partied last night in my car. What had it been like? Had
Nick Moran been there? What about Chuck and Larry? Hell maybe the whole
football team had a gang bang with some poor little bitch they had set up
with booze and flattery. A fleeting thought passed through my mind that I
wished I'd been there to see it, or maybe even been on the receiving
end. For the first time I thought about a cock being shoved up my ass . . .

I was jacking furiously now to this hot fantasy as the rubber began to
slide up and down my cock, lubed now by my own precum as well as what was
left of Chris' load. Man, did that feel good . . . "Now that you're wearin
my used rubber, I own you, fucker" I heard Chris' voice echo in my
mind. Orgasm time! The rubber began to balloon out as I added my own
contribution to that stressed-out condom. At that moment it ruptured and
spewed cum in all directions--all over me and all over the bed. Ahhhh, but
it was sure worth it!

Almost 8:00 am. Damn! Now I couldn't finish cleaning Bob's boots, take a
shower, or get some food into me (I was starving!) I hardly had the time to
wipe the cum off my chest, throw on my clothes and fly out the door so I
wouldn't be late picking up Chris. I had intended to douse myself with
cologne so that no one would smell the cum, but I didn't remember until I
was half way to Chris' house when I smelled myself. Too late to turn
back. Better to open the windows!

I pulled up to Chris' house at almost 8:30am. This time he was standing
outside with an impatient look on his face. "Shit, I didn't think you were
coming. Lucky for you that you showed. Okay let's get moving asswipe or I'm
gonna be late for class."

"Nice job cleanin' up the car, Stanton," he commented sarcastically. "I
knew you could do it."

"Chris," I said, trying not to get mad again since I didn't want another
beating. "The back seat of the car was beat to hell. There were cigarette
burns, butts crushed out on the floor, and beer cans all over the place. It
was a sticky mess."

"Aw, you're breakin' my heart" Chris said, looking carefully at me. "Hey,
ya didn't mention the rubbers. I gotta tell ya, we scored big last
night. We went up that old dirt road in the woods off Church Street and
fucked the shit out of three cheerleaders" He smiled. "I personally did
them all, and my buddies were right up there too. What a bunch of sluts
those bitches turned out to be." I didn't know if he was bragging or
complaining.

"So, Stanton," Chris said, watching my reaction, "what did ya think when
you saw all them used condoms. Did it turn ya on? Yo, you listenin' to me?"

"Well, there were really only three of them," I blurted out, realizing my
mistake almost immediately.

I looked up at Chris and saw that his smile had broadened. "Well, well," he
said, "counting, were we? So you didn't answer my question: Did they turn
you on?"

"Um, Chris," I said with a slight tremor in my voice. "That's
disgusting. Nobody would get turned on by somebody else's used condom." As
I was talking about it, my cock began to rise. Damn! Not now!

"Oh, ho," Chris laughed, "if you weren't excited then, you sure as hell are
now. How do you explain that? And by the way," he continued, not giving me
a chance to answer: "what's that I smell: 'au de cum'?" He laughed even
harder.

I was silent.

"Ya wanna know what I think?" Chris said. "I think you found the rubbers,
and played with `em. Am I right? On second thought, you don't even need to
answer. You're blush says it all, perv."

I was, indeed, blushing furiously. I had been caught and couldn't think of
a thing to say to deny what Chris had just said. Man what a mess!

Chris put his hand on top of my head and playfully rumpled my hair as we
pulled into the campus. Don't worry, dude, you can have as many of my used
rubbers as you want, especially since I plan to be using your car a lot
more and the back seat is real comfortable. Oh, by the way, do you have
that extra set of car keys I told you to make?"

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That went well! Now Chris was convinced (rightly) that I liked to play with
his used condoms. Would he tell Nick or one of his other team buddies? If
he did I suspected that the humiliation they had been dealing out to me
almost daily was likely to grow even worse.

"Um, Chris," I said, as he started to get out of the car to walk across
campus to his first class, "you're not going to talk about this with anyone
are you?"

"Well Davey-boy, I don't know. It is a juicy piece of news, if ya know what
I mean. I think the other guys would find it a hoot, don't you? Hell, they
might even be flattered that you like our used rubbers."

"Please, Chris, you don't understand. I mean sure, I looked at `em when I
was cleaning out the car. I was just shocked that you left them there. I
picked them up and put them in the garbage." (After I used them, that is!)

"I don' know man, you sure blushed when I asked you about them. I think
that you were more than `shocked' when you saw `em. Maybe just a little bit
curious, huh? I mean that was real jock jizz in those rubbers. That's good
stuff. I'm sure you didn't wanna waste it, did ya? Cause if you did, you
would kinda be insulting me and my buddies, and that ain't right."

I could see that there was no way I was going to win this discussion, so I
decided to try a little flattery. "Okay, Chris, I was curious. I mean you
guys are really awesome on the field and I really do respect you. Why else
would I take you to school every day and lend you my car?"

"Because if you didn't, I would beat the crap out of you. Okay, I gotta
go. You got those keys?"

Obediently I handed them over. "Here ya go Chris, just like you asked
. . . But man I'm beggin' you, don't tell anyone that I like used condoms."

"We'll see about that. If ya do what I tell ya and lend me your car when I
need it, I may just keep this as our little secret---maybe."

I guess that was the best I could hope for. Now I had to try not to piss
him off. I made up my mind to just try and stay out of his way as much as I
could.

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"Hey, rubber-band man," Nick said, when he saw me in English class.

Yeah, that was a pop classic by The Spinners, but I doubted that Nick was
thinking about a Golden Oldie. Could Chris have spilled the beans so
quickly? Or maybe it was just that Nick was one of the `contributors' to
the condom collection I found on the back seat of the car and was teasing
me. In any case, I didn't react, but just greeted my nemesis (one of them)
and sat down.

Nick said no more about it, so I decided that just maybe Chris had kept his
mouth shut. Of course, Nick put his feet up on the back of my chair. This
time he was wearing a new pair of Timberland boots and my cock started
jumping around immediately.

"Ya like my new boots, perv? Thought I'd give you a little treat and let
you get to know 'em better; maybe help me break `em in." With that he
brushed one of the lug soles lightly against my cheek as if by accident. He
had been getting a bit more careful in front of the teacher since he had
been called aside after class one day and told to stop fooling around and
to pay attention. He wasn't doing well in class so I guess he figured he'd
better stay on the teacher's good side. Still, he couldn't resist showing
off his power over me.

When the teacher got involved in a discussion with several of the students
about the class assignment, Nick put his feet back on my chair and slowly
rubbed his boots back and forth across my cheeks. I couldn't help but
respond to the smell and texture of the Timberlands. They felt so warm and
erotic. Nick laughed softly when he saw that my pants were tented and that
there was a growing wet spot over my groin.

"Yeah, you worship them boots," Nick whispered contemptuously. "I think we
might have a better chance to have some fun with them after class. What
da'ya think?" I sort of froze and as the teacher turned around Nick quickly
assumed his normal sitting position.

I didn't know what to expect for the rest of the day. Would the guys shower
me with condoms like they had showered me with football shoes? I could just
imagine getting cornered by the football team and told to suck out all the
used rubbers they had deliberately saved for me. Man, at this rate I was
going to have an ulcer by twenty-three!

I got sandwiched by Chuck and Larry after last class. They just about
lifted me off my feet, grabbing me under the armpits as they carried me out
the door.

"How ya doin' cocksucker?" Chuck asked. "Suck any good cock lately? Ya
know, I think it's time you gave us some service, since you were so good
the last time. By the way, how did ya make out in that dumpster. Anything
nibble on ya?" They both snickered as they led me to an outside restroom
that was sometimes used by the various teams and gym classes during outdoor
sports.

I was sort of relieved when I saw that no one else was around the restroom
when they pushed me inside. On the other hand they might have thought twice
about what they were about to do if someone else had been there.

They shoved me into the center toilet and told me to lock the door. They
each went into the toilet on either side of me. I had the feeling that
taking a leak was not the main thing on their minds. I noticed that there
were holes cut in each of the walls of the stall I was occupying. As if to
remind me about what they meant, I saw filthy graffiti covering almost
every inch of the walls. Some of it was painted on and some scratched on
with a knife or something. It all was pretty much the same: Suck Me, Blow
Me, original stuff like that. There was a lot of art work too and all of it
had to with genitals stuck in somebody's mouth or ass. If I was lucky, only
my mouth would be occupied!

(To be continued)