Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 22:46:26 -0400 From: Neal Down Subject: Horniest Catch - Part 3 The following is purely a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years of age and above, and any resemblance to a real person is purely a coincidence. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or situations, or if you live in a place where reading such material is illegal, discontinue reading immediately, and think about moving to a place that values personal freedom. Please do not reprint without my approval. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. In the real world, there's a deadly virus called HIV. It can be contracted through unprotected sex. These characters are not real, but you are, so please protect yourself with condoms. Please feel free to e-mail BoySub33@Hotmail.com with any feedback or criticism. Reader's e mails are the writer's fuel. Thanks to all those readers who have e-mailed me already, and for my other readers, if you like the story, please let me know. Horniest Catch -- Part 3 I was still a bit shaken over my encounter with Luke, but I had to be in work in an hour, so I stripped off my clothes and headed into the shower. I looked at my naked backside in the bathroom mirror and gasped. Luke really did a number on my butt with his hand and especially his belt. Not only were there vertical red welts all across my butt cheeks from my lower back to the top of my quads, but there were horizontal welts too. It looked to me like Luke was trying to create a checkerboard design in red welts on my ass. I just shook my head in resignation and stepped into the shower. It wasn't the first time I submitted to an aggressive straight boy and let him abuse my gay ass at his whim. As I worked the soap bar over my abused ass and butt hole, which was quite sore from the hard fuck Luke threw at it, I though back to the first time a guy ever slapped my ass. The summer I turned thirteen, my mom got a new job, and we moved (again) to a new city. Unfortunately, school was out already, so I really didn't get to know anyone in our area yet, except for a few neighborhood kids. Mom was working ten hour days as a chef at her new job, so I spent a lot of time by myself. The first kind I got to know was my neighbor Ryan, who was three grades ahead of me. I observed him from our apartment's window for a full week before even getting up the courage to say "Hello" to him. Ryan and his friends were always playing sports in the street or lifting weights in his small backyard, and I'm not ashamed to say that something about watching him working out with his shirt off really caught my interest. He was of Italian descent, six foot tall with an athletically shaped body full of muscles, spiked hair, and the most handsomely beautiful face I have ever seen on a guy before or since. I finally got to meet him one night when sitting out on my front stoop. Ryan was getting dropped off from a basketball game, from the look of his uniform. He came over to me and introduced himself, as did I. He joked that he was surprised to see me outside, and jokingly wondered if I had asthma or was a bubble boy or something. I explained that I was new here and didn't know anyone yet. "Well, you know me now," he said as a huge smile lit up his handsome face. "I was good friends with the kids that used to live in your apartment, so we can be roll dogs now." I smiled, and he tousled my hair and said "Cool, let's hang out tomorrow" as he ran up his steps. The next day, I made sure to be on my stoop early and Ryan and I hung out all day. He was the coolest guy I had ever met, smart, confident, incredibly athletic, and popular. He was kind enough to integrate me into his circle of friends, all jock types like himself, even though I was a lot younger. I especially liked working out with Ryan and his buddies in the homemade gym setup in his basement. I tried not to stare at Ryan too much, but it was obvious that there was a serious case of hero worship going on. His buddies picked up on it and called me Ryan's "puppy," but I gave it back to them by saying that if they weren't such skinny twerps, maybe some of the other younger kids would look up to them too. Ryan liked that a lot. He didn't allow his friends to bust my balls too badly. One morning, it was about 96 degrees out, and all the other guys wimped out on the morning workout. It was just me and Ryan, who would never miss a session. After the first set, he pulled off his tee shirt and flexed his muscles. "You don't get a body like this missing workouts, Chris," Ryan said as he "popped" his pecs and flexed his arms. "If you want to be all studly like me when you get to be my age, you have to be willing to do what it takes." We worked out hard for a solid 45 minutes, and while finishing up with my last bench presses, I noticed Ryan's basketball shorts tenting out in front of him as he stood over my head and spotted me. I finished, and sat up on the front of the bench, as Ryan moved in front of me to pose a bit in the full length mirror he had resting against the wall. "So Chris, which of my muscles are the most impressive," he asked me as he flexed his biceps, then his chest, and finally pulled his baggy shorts up to flex his legs. "Your chest is massive and your arms are big. You're really big all over, Ryan," I said. Ryan chuckled and said `You got that right, Chrissy," as he turned around and put his thumbs in the waistband of his basketball shorts and pulled them down a few inches. "You've got awesome abs, too" I said nervously as he continued to tug his shorts down. "There's one big muscle you haven't seen yet, fag boy," he said has he pulled them all the way down, his hard cock springing up into my face. "Suck my dick, NOW" he said as he reached over and grabbed the back of my head in both hands. His rock hard cock pushed into my closed lips. "I don't want to do this Ryan," I said as I began to cry. "C'mon faggot, everyone knows you're a fag for me, Chrissy. My girl is at summer camp for three weeks and I need to get off. Now open your mouth," Ryan said as he roughly gripped my head and probed my closed lips with his cock. I still refused, and Ryan reared back and slapped me really hard across my face. I fell off the bench, onto the floor on my back, and he pounced on me, pinning both of my arms over my head with one of his, and rubbing his rock hard dick all over my lips and tear stained face with his other hand. I finally opened up, and he stuck his penis into my mouth and began to shove his cock in and out of my mouth uncontrollably. I was gagging like crazy, and crying like a baby, but he slammed away, my head hitting the hard cement floor. After about two minutes, I felt his cock pulse, and he shot wad after wad of cum into my mouth. I gagged some more and wretched as he unloaded, with Ryan pulling out and shooting the last three spurts of cum on my face and lips. Ryan climbed off my chest, pulled up his shorts, and went upstairs as I curled up on the floor, crying, choking, gasping, and just trying to breathe. I got off the floor and sat back on the weight bench as I tried to stop crying and compose myself, but I was still shaking and sobbing a bit when Ryan came back downstairs a few moments later. He had a towel around his neck, and carried two Garotades. Ryan tossed the towel at me. "Wipe that cum off your face, Chrissy," he said as sat right next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. I did and he handed me the Gatorade. "Here, you might want to take a few sips ." I drank some Gatorade and began to calm down, while Ryan tightened his arm around my shoulders. "Listen Chrissy, sorry I had to get rough with you, but we both know you're a fag and wanted to smoke my cock since the first day you spied on me from your apartment window. You're a gay boy and gay boys suck cock. And I'm a straight guy who's horny all the time." I said "I'm not gay and didn't want to do that." Ryan reached over me and slapped down on my lap with his hand. "If you're not a fag, why is your little cock hard?" I began crying again, and Ryan took his arm from around my shoulder and stood up right in front of me. He put his right hand under my chin and made me look up at him, and he wiped the tears from my eyes with his left hand. He said "Look, you can pretend you didn't want to suck my big cock, Chrissy, but we both know you loved it. Go home and think about it. You're a fag, but I still want to be friends. If you want to stay friends, you better come to my house tomorrow morning at 10 and come up to my bedroom ready to give me some good fucking head. You're gonna make a great cocksucker, from the skills you showed me just now. If you're a fag anyways, you might as well get to suck off the biggest stud in the neighborhood, right. Plus, we're roll dogs and you know how much you like hanging around with me and hero worshiping me and stuff. Now go home and think about it." Ryan pointed to the stairs, and I got up and scampered out of his basement. Still in shock over what happened, I ran up to my apartment, went into my room and jumped in bed. I laid in bed, confused, my cock still hard, as I replayed in my mind what had just happened. Ever since I first heard the word, cocksucker was the worst insult anyone can hurl at a guy. Now I was one. Plus, the guy who made me a cocksucker was Ryan, the boy I looked up to the most. I began sobbing again, as I reached into my shorts and grabbed my hard cock and began stroking. It didn't take long for me to get off, and as I did, my thoughts were flooded with images of Ryan's muscular body, and of how violently his cock erupted in my mouth. I spent the whole day and night in my bed and I jerked off three other times that day, thinking about Ryan and what we had done the whole time. I dozed off and didn't wake until early the next morning, and spent the entire early morning debating whether to go over to Ryan's. I jumped into the shower, threw on a tee shirt, briefs and basketball shorts, and ran over to his house right at ten. His apartment door was unlocked, and after I knock twice and no one answered, I went in and locked the door behind me. I went up to Ryan's room. "Get in here and lock the door," Ryan said forcefully. I did as he said, and was greeted by a smiling Ryan lying in his bed, bare-chested, hands behind his head, a thin white sheet barely covering his lower body, and a huge tent in the sheet. It was obvious that Ryan was rock hard, and he had a porno playing on his television. "I knew you'd come. Now stand right there and take your shirt and shoes off," he ordered, as he pointed to a spot on the side of the bed. I pulled my tee shirt off and threw it on the floor, and nervously kicked off my sneakers, and then reached down and awkwardly pulled off my socks, almost losing my balance "Now take your shorts off." My eyes widened and I hesitated. "If you want another shot at this big cock of mine, you better get those fucking shorts off right now, fag boy," Ryan said firmly, as he reached under the sheet with his left hand and stroked his cock. I took my shorts down and kicked them off, standing there in just my briefs. "Now turn around and tuck those briefs down a bit. I want to see your ass. " I turned, and pulled my undershorts down, exposing my backside to Ryan. "Good boy, you listen well. Now I want you to get on the bed and kneel between my legs. It's time for you to learn to suck my cock right." I climbed onto the bed, and got on all fours between Ryan's legs. "Prop you ass a bit higher in the air, Chrissy," he instructed as he pulled the sheet away from his midsection, exposing his dick to me. "You're going to get to know my cock real good boy, so why don't you give it a nice big kiss." I leaned down and placed my half opened lips right on his cockhead and kissed it tentatively. "Your lips feel so soft, just like a girl's. Now run those sweet lips up and down my cock." I did, falling into a sort of trance as my lips ran up and down his turgid pole over and over. Ryan let me go at it, and I got to know his cock with my lips. As I ran my lips down the underside of his cock he said "Don't forget to get to know my balls, fag" and I began to kiss and fondle his nuts with my lips. "Use your tongue now, Chrissy," he said. I plunged up and down, mouth wide open, and his big cock began invading my throat. "Keep that up Chrissy, and you'll get a nice mouthful of my cum." His cock swelled up even more in my mouth, and for the second time, the distinct taste of cum invaded my mouth. "Swallow now, bitch," Ryan yelled as he reached down and held my head on his cock. I began to swallow frantically, but couldn't keep up with the huge spurts erupting from his dick. I was gagging, but managed to take most of the eight or nine spurts in my mouth and swallow them down. Ryan rested his cock in my mouth after finishing, instructing me to continue sucking as he redoubled his efforts to finger and open my hole. I moaned from the fingering as I worked his cock with my mouth and Ryan laughed. "Yeah bitch, you're gonna love this. Now take that cock out of your mouth, and put a couple of pillows under your stomach and get your butt up in the air," Ryan instructed. "You're going to fuck me up my ass, Ryan? I don't think I'm ready for that," I said plaintively. "Oh you're ready Chrissy. And even if you're not, too fucking bad. I want to fuck, so you're getting your fag ass fucked," Ryan said forcefully as he laid a hard slap on my ass. "Please Ryan, I don't want to do this," I pleaded, as he thrust three pillows under my midsection, propping my butt higher. "You're boner is going to put a hole in the pillowcase, and I'm supposed to believe you don't want my big cock." Ryan reared back and slapped my ass a bunch of time in succession as he stood aside me. "Well suck on my big cock some more, bitch boy," he ordered as he reached back into the Vaseline jar, and finger fucked me some more. I began moaning around his cock in my mouth as he jammed two and then three digits inside me. Ryan quickly pulled his hard cock out of my mouth, and slathered his dick with Vaseline with his other hand. Ryan climbed onto the bed behind me, and took his fingers out of me. He leaned over me, and I gasped as his muscular body covered mine. Ryan began sliding his cock up and down my ass crack as he whispered into my right ear. "My girlfriend gives me hand job a lot, and blows me some time, but she hasn't let me fuck her yet. I want to be really good at it when I finally get to hit that pussy, so I'm gonna practice on your behind. Now you just relax and let me take your ass, Chrissy. All fags like taking it up the ass from a hot guy. It might hurt a little at first, but you're gonna love it." Ryan reached under me and began fondling my chest and body as he rubbed his body and cock all over my back and slippery backside. I began pushing my ass back on him, cooing "That feels so good, Ryan." Ryan reached under himself and placed his cockhead against my asshole. He thrust forward, driving his cock up inside me. "You're ready, fag. Take my cock, bitch" he yelled as he began fucking me. The pain was incredible, and I almost passed out as he rode my ass hard. Ryan put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face into the bed as he rode my ass hard. He slapped my ass hard over and over again with his other hand as he fucked the breath out of me. My cock was hard, and the friction of me being rocked back and forth on the pillows as his hard fucking brought me to orgasm. As I ejaculated, Ryan bit down on my neck and thrust all the way into me. "Oh yeah Chrissy, I'm cumming. I own your sweet fucking ass now boy," he moaned into my ear as he got off in my ass. Ryan took his cock out of me, but stayed on top of me for about five minutes, spent, as was I. Ryan finally got off me, stood up, and sighed loudly. "Damn, I really fucked you good, Chrissy. You better get used to it, because you're going to be getting me off all the time." Ryan then reared back with his right hand and laid a wicked hard slap right on the middle of my butt. "Now get your butt in the shower and clean your pussy ass up good, cuz I wanna fuck again."