Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2003 19:37:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Warren Greene <jockeys_boy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rocks and Cocks

I was a geology major in college.  Spending a lot of time in the geo lab
late at night examining specimens didn't leave me much time to meet guys,
but that was OK with me.  I'm pretty quiet and I don't enjoy cruisy places
like bars.  My senior year, when I was 22, a special semester program was
offered for senior geology majors-it entailed spending the whole semester
in Arizona, working with land managers on federal land.  I jumped at the
opportunity (a decision made easier by my lack of a boyfriend to keep me on
campus) and left in mid-September with 5 other geology majors.

We were to spend most of the semester in a secluded campground in northern
Arizona.  It just so happened that we were all guys and we quickly settled
in to a routine of working, eating, and sleeping, with a minimum of
conversation.  I was excited at the beginning of the program to discover
that the other guys were all gorgeous.  Sean, in particular, gave me a
tingly sensation in my cock every time I saw him.  He was from California,
and looked the part.  He had curly blond hair, amazing muscles, and a
smooth chest that he liked to show off.  Most days I would try to position
myself during our field work so that I could covertly gaze at his bare
torso, glistening with sweat in the Arizona sun.  We were all friendly with
each other, but Sean was always a little distant with me.  I suspected he
knew I was gay and didn't like it (I didn't talk about it, but I wasn't in
the closet either).

Anyway, we were mostly on our own.  Our professor would spend several days
with us, give us instructions, and then leave for a week or two.  We didn't
have work on the weekends, so we would generally go somewhere as a group
(we had one school van for the 6 of us).

One weekend we decided to go to Flagstaff and get a motel room.  We didn't
have any elaborate plans, so once we checked in to the motel, we went and
hung out at several area bars.  At about one in the morning we returned
(all of us somewhat drunk) to our room to go to sleep.  Little did I know
that I wouldn't be doing any sleeping that night.  I have often wondered if
the events that followed were bound to happen eventually, or if the
alcohol-induced situation was a one-in-a million chance.

One of the guys (Lance) was in the bathroom, and everyone else was getting
ready for bed.  I was slumped on the bed.  Due to the buzz I had, I wasn't
being as secretive with my gazing at Sean as I should have been.  Sean, who
rarely looked me in the eyes, turned toward me and said in a loud voice,
"OK faggot, you've been checking me out ever since we got here.  What the
fuck is going on?"

I was struck by a wave of panic.  How could I have been so careless?  I
froze, looking at the floor and not saying anything.

"Come on," demanded Sean, "we all know you're a homo, so what is it you
want?  You want to swing on my cock?"

"Hey, leave him alone," said my classmate Jim.  The rest chimed in, telling
Sean to lay off.

"No, dammit.  This fag's been staring and drooling at me for too long."
Abruptly, he walked over to me, and started yelling at me-his beautiful
face just inches from mine.  "You're probably fantasizing about tasting my
cum, or some shit, right cocksucker," he asked in a taunting voice.  I met
his eyes, but I still didn't know how to respond.  In anger, he was even
more sexy, his blue eyes turning fiery, and his beautiful red lips curled
in a sneer which made my cock start to stiffen.  He was staring at me,
waiting for an answer-I couldn't say anything, but I couldn't resist his
gaze either, I stared into his eyes, slowly giving in to him.

"Seriously, let's just forget about it and go to bed," said Lance, who had
emerged from the bathroom to see what the commotion was about.

"OK, OK," said Sean, without moving his eyes.  "I just want an answer from
the faggot, and then we can move on."  He grabbed his crotch, saying "how
about it?  Do you want my cock or don't you?"

I gulped a breath of air.  Opening my mouth, about to say "no," my gaze
dropped to Sean's crotch.  I wondered what hidden treasure lay beneath his
jeans.  I couldn't bring myself to answer him.  I just nodded weakly, my
mouth still hanging open.

"Hah!  What did I tell you guys," Sean said triumphantly, "It's time to get
this little cocksucker to work.  I've been camping in this godforsaken
place for too long without a bitch to suck my meat."  He grabbed my
shoulders and pushed me on to the floor, while he took a seat on the bed.
He unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to his knees.  His
strong hands grasped my head, and guided it to his crotch, rubbing my face
into his boxers.  With my face buried in Sean's groin, I couldn't see the
other guys in the room, but I noticed the silence as they waited to see
what I would do.

"Don't act like you haven't done this before, shithead," Sean barked at me.
"Get going."  I quickly fished his semi-hard cock out of his boxers and
took it in my mouth.  I sucked at his swelling tool and worked to coat it
with my saliva.  As I bobbed my head up and down, working on Sean's dick,
he laughed.

"See, my friends," he said to the other guys, "I can tell a fag when I see
one.  This dude loves to service the cocks of real men."

"Fuck, man," said Jim.  "I don't understand why a guy would ever do that.
It's disgusting"

"He's not a real man," said Sean, "he's a faggot-he needs to have a cock in
is mouth or up his ass, or he's not happy.  It's like programmed into his
brain or something.  Isn't that right, fag boy," he asked me rhetorically.
Since he was holding my head on his cock, I just moaned in response to him.
That pretty much answered the question.  I knew he was full of shit, but
the thing is that he had me pegged pretty well.  Even though I had never
admitted it to myself, I was always turned on by the thought of being
dominated by men.

"In fact, you should thank us for letting you be in the same room with us,"
Sean said at me.  I looked up at him as I continued to slurp at his rod.
He was still sneering at me.  He quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth.
I was surprised by his abrupt withdrawal.  I tried to get my mouth on his
dick again, but he stopped me, laughing.

"You really want to keep blowing me, don't you?"

"Yes," I gasped, my tongue still hanging out of my mouth, in desperate
anticipation of continuing.

"Well, take of your shirt and I'll consider it," said Sean.  I stripped off
my t-shirt and handed it to him.  "OK," he continued, "now your pants-we
can't allow your to be dressed like the rest of us.  We're men-you're just
a faggot, right?"

My face burned in embarrassment and excitement at the insults he hurled at
me.  I was desperate to please my new master.

"Yes," I said, standing up to unbutton my jeans.  I had already taken off
my shoes, so I slipped off my pants.  Sean threw my blue jeans across the
room, as I stood before my classmates wearing only my Fruit of the Loom
briefs and white socks.  Of course my cock had gotten hard while I was
sucking Sean's dick, and the outline of my woodie was clearly visible
through my underwear.

"There, now you know where your place is faggot-on your knees."  With these
instructions, I knelt before Sean, who was now standing next to the bed,
and swallowed his cock once again.  The act of completely dominating me was
getting Sean more aroused, and he took hold of my head, forcing me down on
his rock hard pole until I began to choke.  He began fuck my
throat-thrusting his pole in and out of my mouth.  He would stop
occasionally to withdrawal his cock and slap my face with it, smearing my
cheeks and forehead with precum and spit while I gasped for breath.

After 10 minutes of this routine, he started pumping faster and his balls
grew tighter.  Letting out a low scream, he pumped three loads of hot milky
cum into my mouth, coating my tongue and lips.  He shot another few loads
onto my face, just to humiliate me in front of the other guys (as if I
hadn't been humiliated enough already).

Sean collapsed back onto the bead, while I continued to kneel obediently,
not wanting to move until I was allowed to.

"Now THAT'S how you use a fag," exclaimed Sean to the assembled guys, who
stared at my jizz-covered face in amazement.  "And notice how the sick
fuck's getting off on it," he said, gesturing at my hard-on, which was
throbbing against my tighty whities, straining to escape.

The other guys stood around in silence, the only sound in the room was my
panting and gasping.

"Come on!  Who's next," said Sean.  No one moved.  "Hey, Lance, dude, why
don't you take a ride."

Lance blushed and stared at the floor.  He was usually pretty shy, and had
wavy red hair that tended to drive women mad.  "I...I'm not sure," he said,
obviously hesitant.

"Look man," said Sean, "we're all horny as fuck from being out here.  We
can't get any women tonight, but a fag's the next best thing.  He'll blow
you and you don't have to do anything in return."

Lance took a deep breath, and walked over to me.  "OK," he said to Sean.
Turning to me, he barked "On your back bitch!"

I got on the bed and laid on my back.  Lance positioned me so my head was
hanging off the edge of the bed.  He slid off his boxers and ordered me to
lick his hardening cock.  I happily obeyed, tonguing his shaft and balls
eagerly.  His dick was soon hard, and he slipped it into my mouth, grabbing
the sides of me head, so he could steer his rod down my throat.  My choking
didn't stop Lance who displayed none of his characteristic shyness.  He
started directing me.

"That's it bitch, keep sucking.  Take my meat down your cock-sucking
throat.  Mmm!  Yeah, keep it up fag."  His ball sack slapped against my
nose as I relaxed my throat to take in all of his cock.  He fucked my face
for several minutes, and then pulled his schlong out of my mouth.

"Suck my balls," he ordered.  I took one of his balls in my mouth, then the
other, sucking and tonguing them gently.  Without saying anything, he pried
my mouth wide open with his fingers and stuffed his entire sack in my
mouth.  I struggled to breathe through my nose, my cheeks bulging with the
contents of his manhood.

When he tired of my sucking his balls, Lance thrust his dick back into my
mouth, and pumped away, gradually increasing his speed until he emptied
load after load of hot creamy semen down my throat.  I eagerly swallowed it
all as the rest of the guys laughed.

"You all owe me an apology," said Sean.  "I told you he was a cocksucker,
you didn't believe me, and here he is, on his back, gulping down as much
jizz as he can swallow."

"You were right, man," said Lance as he withdrew his cock and wiped it on
my face.  "And I'm glad you were right, because this little fag sure knows
how to please a man."

All the guys laughed, and Jim took his place at the foot of the bed-he was
the next one in line to use my mouth.

I blew all five guys, getting to know the taste, shape, and size of all
their cocks.  By the end of the night I knew the consistency and flavor of
their cum.  And they knew I was a cock slave.  After I had sucked them all
off, Sean came back to the bed.  He sneered at me in a way that was meant
to remind me that he controlled me now.

"You know what this fag needs to round out the night," he asked
rhetorically.  "Look at his face, he's practically begging for a good deep
dicking.  Isn't that right," he said, addressing me.  I nodded.

"Answer me," he demanded.

"Yes, I want to be fucked," I muttered, meaning every word of it, but still
embarrassed to be admitting it before my classmates.

"Well, good, cause you're going to get a big fat cock up your ass," Sean
said.  "Now turn over."

I pulled off my underwear and laid on my back, on the mattress.  Sean
grabbed my legs, pushing them until my knees were pressing against my
chest, exposing my asshole to the warm night air.

"Nothing like a nice tight ass to finish the evening," he said, spitting on
his pulsating cock, and prodding my asshole with its head.  Slowly he
pushed his cock into my ass, leaning into it, until his rod was buried deep
in side me.  He paused, and I felt his pubic hair brushing my crack.  Then
he ceased to be slow about anything.  He thrust his cock in and out,
varying the speed and length of the strokes, but continuing his merciless
pumping in and out of my butt.  I winced from the ferocity of the assault,
but couldn't help from moaning in uncontrollable pleasure at the same time.
The pain of the fucking and the pleasure of being dominated by a strong
sexy stud like Lance was almost too much to bear.  My ass was gradually
expanding to accommodate his tool, and his cock slowly became lubed with
his precum.

"Oh, yeah," said Sean.  "Chicks are my thing, but there's nothing quite
like a good fag cunt as a substitute-tight and hot."  I turned my head and
saw the rest of the guys sitting at the motel room table, staring with
disbelief as Sean fucked me senseless.

He worked his cock in and out of me, alternating between several long
thrusts, quick short thrusts, and then back to long-dicking me as I
whimpered quietly, powerless to stop him (although I wouldn't have if I
could have).  My ass was now loose and slippery, easily taking the abuse
that Sean was dishing out.  At one moment, he rammed his cock up my butt so
forcefully, that he lost his balance, and fell on top of me, pressing my
cock into my abdomen.  This brief contact was enough to send me over the
edge, pumping a load of cum onto my stomach as I.  As I was coming, my ass
tightened around Sean's cock, and he too climaxed, dumping a warm, sticky
load deep inside of me.  I could feel his cum coating the inside of my ass
as he pulled out.

"Damn, that was one good fuck," he said emphatically.  I lay still in my
back, breathing hard, and suddenly aware that I was practically drenched in
jizz-on my face, my stomach, in my hair, and up my ass.

"I need you to do me a favor," said Sean.  I slowly returned to reality
from my sex-induced haze.

"Um, OK," I said, standing up.  He handed me my underwear and guided me to
the door.

"Get the hell out of here, faggot," he yelled as he opened the door, pushed
me out, and locked it behind me before I realized what was going on.  I
stood outside the motel room, frozen in terror.

"Come on guys," I whined, "let me back in."

I could hear them laughing inside.  "Sorry, no fags allowed," one of them
called out.

"But I don't have anywhere else to go," I begged.  There was a pause.

"Yeah, OK, you can come back, but you'll have to get the spare key from the
desk.  None of us feel like getting up to unlock the door," said Lance.
Then I heard the TV turn on, and my further pleading went unanswered.

The second wave of panic set in.  There was no way I could get back into
the room without going to the motel office.  I looked around the courtyard
to see if anyone had spotted me yet.  I didn't see anyone, but I suspected
that at least a few people had peeked out their windows to see what all the
noise was about.  I slipped on my jockey shorts and hurried across the
courtyard to the office.  Halfway there I almost stopped, not wanting to go
through the humiliation of the situation, but there was no alternative.  I
walked into the office.

The clerk working was a buff Latino guy, probably about 25 years old.  He
had wavy dark hair, not too long, and his smooth square jaw gave him a
commanding look.  He looked up from the desk and his mouth dropped open in
shock.  He looked me up and down, noticing the dried cum on my face and
chest.  Slowly his look of surprise turned to one of disgust.

"Hey man, this ain't that kind of place, so just get the fuck out of here,"
he said.

"No, you don't understand," I begged him.  "I'm staying in room 124, but I
can't find my key and I need to get back into my room."  My voice had
turned into a desperate whine.  The clerk stopped to ponder.  I could tell
he was trying to decide whether to take me seriously or not.

He sighed, and picked up the phone.  He called the room, and one of the
guys answered.  I'm not sure what they told him, but during the
conversation he would periodically laugh, and look up at me.

Finally he got off the phone and turned to me.  "OK, you can get the spare
key.  But you'll have to work for it."

"Um, OK," I said, stupidly not understanding what was about to come.

"Get back here," he barked at me.  I obediently came behind the desk, and
he shoved me into the back office.  He shoved me hard up against the wall,
pressing my face into the plaster with the palm of his hand.

"Stupid faggot, think you can walk around here like a whore.  You're
fucking disrespecting my place of business, and you're going to pay," he
whispered into my ear.  He yanked my briefs down to my knees and spread my
asscheeks.  I could feel his mushroom head probing my anus, and felt the
pressure of his dick forcing its way up my ass.  Lance's cum still lubed my
ass, so the clerk's dick easily slid in.  He wasted no time in hammering my
ass, slamming me into the wall, and pinning my aching cock in between my
stomach and the wall.

It hadn't been too long since I had cum during my session with Sean and
this new cock just felt large and painful as it probed deep within me.  I
whined, trying to tell this stud to stop, but my brain wouldn't let me
speak the words.  Even if I had told him to stop, I doubt he would have
heard me.  He was deep in his own sexual fantasy, and kept muttering "take
it like a woman you stupid bitch."

This stranger had incredible stamina, fucking my ass over and over, for a
long time.  He boned me for so long that I started to get horny once again,
and my cock swelled anew, wanting to dump another load.  I moaned, as I
could feel another batch of cum boiling in my sack.

"That's it, bitch, work my cock," the man muttered, still in his own dream
world.

All of a sudden I noticed there was a security camera which was taping the
whole episode.  The combination of knowing I was being recorded and the
events of earlier that night combined to push me over the edge.  Gasping
for air, I shot a load, coating my dick and the wall with my slippery milk.
The clerk didn't like this.

"Clean that shit up, dude," he yelled at me, pulling his dick out of my
ass.

"No," I whined, "don't stop, please don't stop," I begged him to keep
fucking me.

"Not until you lick that shit off the wall."  I hastily complied,
frantically licking my cum off the wall, until none remained.

"Now, ask me to finish the job."

"Oh god, please, keep fucking me," I pleaded.  "I need a man to fuck me.
Fuck me hard and dump your load in my ass."

The clerk laughed, and bent me over the desk, prying my ass cheeks apart
for a clearer shot at my hole.

"Yep, that's a nice cunt you got," he said as he was ramming his prick back
up my ass.  With that, he held my head down with one hand, placed his other
hand on my lower back, and rode me like a hobby horse.  Pumping his hard
cock in and out of me with the ferocity of a locomotive, he pounded my ass
harder and harder until finally I felt him inhale suddenly and deeply as he
let loose with a torrent of cum, pumping load after load into my gut.  He
didn't withdrawal immediately, letting his cock subside a little before
finally pulling out.  After making me lick his dick clean, he handed me the
spare key to the room and told me to get out.

I pulled up my underwear and slowly walked across the parking lot toward
our room, as I felt the mixture of Sean and the clerk's cum trickling out
of my ass and running down my leg.

I unlocked the door, and walked in the room.  All five guys burst out
laughing when I walked in.

"Well," said Sean, "it's settled-you're definitely a whore."

I couldn't even meet his gaze.  I stared at the floor, realizing that he
was right-I had just been fucked by a total stranger and I loved it.  I
wanted to do it again.

That night I slept on the floor and dreamt of what other adventures the
rest of the semester might hold for me.

The next morning, on the way out of Flagstaff, we pulled up to an adult
bookstore in a seedy part of town by the interstate.

"Now that you're a cock-slut," Sean said to me, "you'll need to get some
equipment."  He handed me a list and told me to go purchase the items on
it.  I stepped out of the car, in a daze.  I was in such shock that I was
being instructed to go into a porn store to buy sex toys...things had
changed a lot in less than 24 hours.  I entered the store, and went about
finding the items that Lance and the guys had written down: a thick, 9-inch
dildo, lube, a cock ring, hand cuffs, and a leather dog collar.  At the
bottom of the note, Sean had written "you must put the collar on before
leaving the store, or you'll be walking home."

I went to the cashier and paid for the items.  He gave me a smirk, and said
"looks like you're planning a good time."  I stared at the floor and
mumbled something to him.  After paying, I sheepishly put the collar on
before leaving the store.  The cashier chuckled and told me to behave
myself.  I left the store and returned to the van.  The guys laughed at my
new collar, and told me to get in the back seat and take off my clothes.  I
did as I was told.  They made me lie on my back and fuck myself with the
dildo the whole drive back to our campsite.  Occasionally they would tell
me to stop to suck one of them off, leaving the dildo up my ass.

When we got back to camp, my asshole was loose from the self-inflicted
fucking I had given myself, and each of the guys fucked me before dinner,
reaming out my ass even more.

For the rest of the semester, I was the guys bitch.  I was required to wear
the dog collar at all times, even when we were working with other people.
During the times when we worked alone, I wasn't allowed to wear a shirt,
and many evenings they would make me fix and serve them dinner naked or
just in my underwear.  Sometimes they would attach a chain to my collar and
leave me handcuffed, chained to a tree for hours, not returning until I was
shivering and crying and wet from pissing myself.

I learned to be aware of all their needs and desires and ignore mine, since
I was their servant and slut.

Shortly before we returned to campus for the spring semester, they took me
to a motel and spent the weekend fucking my mouth and ass.  Sean took a lot
of pictures of me with cocks up my ass or down my throat.  When we got back
to campus he edited them so that no one could tell the identity of the
other guys-just me.  The pictures slowly made their way around campus, and
soon everyone knew I was a cock whore.  Almost every night I found myself
in a bar or a locker room or the basement of a frat house, servicing more
guys than I could count.  This is how my life as a slut started.  I've
never regretted a single moment, either.

The End