Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2003 07:53:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Ragin Cajun Subject: Fun of the Bayou, Part 11 This story contains graphic language and details of homosexual acts and drug use. If you are offended by such activities or if you are underage, please read no further. This is one of a several chapters about my sexual exploits in college during the mid 1980's. These stories are true, but please keep in mind that most of the sexual activities noted occurred between close long-term friends that had no possibility of being exposed to AIDS at that time. Now, safe sex is not an option, it is a requirement. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. ******************************************************************************** THE SEMESTER ENDS AND CARL BIDS ADIEU About a week after the mind-blowing sexual encounter with Jacob, I saw Geoff for the last time. His father got a job in California, and as luck would have it, there was also a position available for him. Even though finals were scheduled for the upcoming week, Geoff decided to leave with his family because he knew that he was flunking three of his five classes, and he wasn't too sure about the other two. He and I went out, partied, and fucked like rabbits for nearly two days before he had to leave. The week of finals was extremely long, difficult, and exhausting. I majored in finance, and stupid here took all of the most complicated classes during the same semester. Carl was also vexing over his course load, so sex was not exactly our top priority during this time. As a matter of fact, it was the only time in my life, since I was a small boy, when I didn't get horny at least once during an entire week. On the last day of exams, Carl had his anatomy final at noon, and I had my accounting final a couple of hours later. My test was really challenging, but I was able to ace it. When I arrived home, the parking lot was exceptionally full. I noticed that the bars were packed, and at first, I just thought they were using our complex as an overflow lot. However, when I went to open the front door, I heard several voices and smelled weed. Upon opening the door, I found a packed living room. Carl was sitting in the recliner loading the bong. Mike and Dewayne were slumped in the loveseat. Kenny and Jacob were on the sofa, and Mack was sitting cross-legged on the floor between them. "Y'all mothafuckas are having a party and didn't invite me!" I playfully bellowed at them. "Awww! Sit your ass down, take a hit, and stop being a little bitch!" Carl responded in his patented redneck tone. "Ya sa kine and genous, massa!" I said in my best Miss Prissy imitation to a chorus of laughter. After we all calmed down, Jacob scooted over so I could sit on the side of the couch next to Carl. Mike asked if I wanted a drink, and after I told him yes, he got up to fix me one. Carl handed me the bong, and it was on from there. For the next couple of hours, we partied like crazy. The amount of alcohol and weed that were consumed during that time was unreal, and everyone was "flying high again" (yes, we knew Ozzy well before the reality show). Mike and Dewayne were especially entertaining. Anyone who is familiar with a true southerner knows that as we drink more we tend to bullshit more, and Mike and Dewayne, whose family was originally from Arkansas, were the kings of the bullshit artists. Jacob continued to sit next to me the entire time that we were partying. At one point, he began rubbing his leg against mine, and he eventually placed his hand on the top of my thigh and began a gentle message. Of course, I also reciprocated. Carl glanced over and noticed what was going on between us. He appeared to wink at us, and when I turned to look at Jacob, I could swear that he winked back at Carl. "Hey, anyone want to cannonball?" Carl asked in general. "Dude, I don't know if I can handle that!" Kenny responded. "Me either." Mike said. "Not to sound dumb, but what is a cannonball?" I asked. "You never heard of that?" Mack asked me. "No!" Dewayne then told me, "Cannonballing involves two people. First, you take a bong hit while standing up. After you've sucked in all the smoke that you can handle, you cross your arms around your chest. The other person, who standing behind you, then wraps their arms around your chest, picks you up, and gently squeezes." "O.K., what's the purpose?" "You usually pass out because you get a head rush like you would not believe, but the high is supposed to last much longer. I think that the constriction of the chest causes the lungs to absorb the weed more quickly." Jacob said. "Do you want to try it?" Carl asked me. "I don't know. I've never seen it done before. Passing out is not high on my party priority list." "I'll do it!" shouted Mack. Mack then took the bong from Carl, and he asked Jacob to stand behind him. He took a huge toke, handed the bong back to Carl, and Jacob quickly picked him up and began squeezing. All of a sudden, Mack's eyes closed, his head dropped back, and he began to convulse slightly. Jacob released his hold on him and gently guided him to a sitting position on the floor. Mack continued spasming for another minute before he came around and opened his eyes, which were as bloodshot as I had ever seen. "Fuck, that was intense!" Mack weakly exclaimed. "Are you all right?" I asked him. "Shit yeah! Every nerve in my body is tingling." "Are you ready for one?" Carl asked me as he finished loading the bowl. "I don't know. That looked way too intense." "Come on, do it!" Mike shouted, and soon all of the others joined him in chanting, "Do it!", in an attempt to egg me on (no peer pressure there, huh?). Finally, I relented and took the bong from Carl to a chorus of cheers. Jacob stood behind me, and I held the lighter to the bowl and began inhaling. As soon as my lungs were full, I handed the bong to Carl and crossed my arms around my chest. Jacob immediately put him arms around me, picked me up, and began squeezing. However, I never felt anything else, as the last thing that I recall was a very weird buzzing in my ears and then darkness. ******************************************************************************** The next thing that I sort of remember is laying in my bed and someone removing my clothes. As I slowly regained consciousness, I realized that I was now nude, and I couldn't move my arms. I looked up and saw that both of my hands were tied to the headboard with a single piece of soft rope that had been bound to one wrist, threaded through the back of the headboard, and finally tied to the other wrist. Shock and horror began running through my mind. "What the fuck is going on?!" I shouted. Carl sat on the bed next to me, gently touched my cheek, and said, "Remember that fantasy you told me about after I royally fucked you a couple of months ago." "Fuck, we've talk about so much stuff. Which one?" "You know, the one were you wanted to see how many times you could cum without touching yourself while get gangbanged?" "Yeah." I timidly replied. "Well, we're going to make that fantasy a reality tonight." "Who??" "All of us." I looked past Carl and noticed that all of the guys were now standing in the room looking at me. "Come on, man. That was just a fantasy. I like getting fucked, but shit, I don't know if I can handle y'all at the same time." "You're brain may say no, but you're dick is interested." Mike said while pointing at my dick, which had now begun to rise. Everyone, except me, started laughing at this point. I became really angry and began to pull on the rope, while cursing at them, in a desperate attempt to extricate myself from the situation. But, it was to no avail, as Jacob also sat on the bed and began lifting my legs. Carl reached into the nightstand, pulled out the Vaseline, and used his index and middle fingers to scoop a huge dollop of the greasy substance out of the container. I continued to bitch and plead until I felt his fingers at my hole. He quickly shoved both fingers into me and began finger-fucking me in earnest. I was still feeling the effects of the cannonball, and my ass offered no resistance as his fingers twisted, jabbed, and prodded my rectum. "He's good and loose guys. How do we decide who goes first?" Carl said to the others as he grabbed a bath towel and placed it under my ass. "Why don't we go according to who gets the hardest first?" Kenny recommended. "Or, how about who fucked him first?" Mike said. "Fuck you guys!" I countered. "It's my ass. I decide. I want it by dick size from smallest to largest so my hole can get use to each one." "That's cool!" Carl said. "Everyone get undressed and start stroking so we can who goes first." "Just get nekkid." I said. "I know the order already. Mack, are you hard?" "Yeah!" Mack replied. "Well, get undressed and fuck me." "Wait!" Dewayne shouted, which interrupted Mack as he was striping. "What's the order?" "Y'all don't know?" I asked. "No, but I suppose you do." Carl said in a sarcastic tone, which caused everyone to start laughing. "Yes, I do. It's Mack, you, Mike, Dewayne, Kenny, and Jacob, in that order." "Let's see if he's right." Mike proposed to everyone's agreement. They each took off their clothes and began stroking their cocks. Because of the build-up, it didn't take long for all six of them to reach full mast. After carefully examining each other, they reluctantly admitted that I had been correct. "Now that y'all have had your pissing contest, is someone going to fuck me now?" "Yeah, shut him up and fuck him good, Mack." Carl responded lightheartedly. Mack crawled on the bed, lifted my legs, and embedded his cock in me. He soon developed a good rhythm, and the other guys were cheering him on. From the look of his face, I could tell that Mack really wanted to kiss me, but he wasn't sure about it with the others around. I gently puckered my lips, kissed the air, winked at him, and nodded in an attempt to let him know that I understood him. Mack got the message and began to really hammer me. He was able to fuck me for about five minutes before he finally came. Mack's fuck had really got me going, and my dick was now as hard as a rock. When Carl replaced Mack in me, he grabbed my dick, wanked it a couple of times, and said, "I'd knew you'd like this." Carl was able to fuck me for about 10 minutes before he came, and he was quickly replaced by Mike and Dewayne in succession. They acted like men possessed in an attempt to get me to cum first, but their frenzied thrashing of my ass only caused them to cum rather quickly, or at least quickly for them. By the time Dewayne was finished and Kenny assumed his position between my legs, I could already feel the amount of cum that had been deposited in me. This caused Kenny to slide in rather easily, and as he pounded me, I began to feel the first sensations of an orgasm. However, I guess the excitement of the moment got to him also, and he came before I could get my rocks off. Jacob was next, and as he aimed his cock at my hole, I noticed that all of the others were intensely watching in anticipation of my being able to handle his horse cock. Jacob was able to slide it home on the first plunge, much to the amazement of everyone - the look on Carl's face was particularly priceless. When he began to move in me, he was slow and gentle, but after about a dozen or so strokes, Jacob began to pick up speed until he was fucking me as hard as I had ever been fucked. The combination of the speed and extra width of his cock was working wonders on my prostate, and after a good five minutes of this stimulation, I couldn't control myself any longer and began shooting stream after stream of cum over both of our chests in one of the powerful orgasms that I have ever had. As a matter of fact, I came so hard that my ass involuntarily clamped down on Jacob's cock like a vice, which really surprised him and resulted in his cumming. As you already know, Jacob shoots like a firehouse, and by the time he poured his last drops into me, my ass overflowed, and the guys' combined loads began pouring out of me, down my crack, and into Jacob's bush. Thank god, Carl had the sense to put the towel under me. "Damn, that was hot!!" I exclaimed. "Untie me so I can wash up." "Not so fast!" Carl said as he grasped his cock, which was once again standing strong and proud. "That was just a train, now we're ready to gangbang. We're going to fuck you until we can't get it up anymore." For the next couple of hours, my hole was pummeled over and over again. The guys kept fucking me in the same order, but the number dwindled throughout each round. Carl and Kenny only fucked me twice, and neither one of them caused me to cum. Mike and Dewayne each fucked me three times, and Dewayne was able to get me to shoot on the last time. Jacob and Mack were also able to fuck me three times, and I also came during Jacob's second fuck. When the Carl, Kenny, Mike, and Dewayne realized that they were spent after the third round, they gathered their clothes and left me with Mack and Jacob. Mack was still hard, and he wanted to fuck me again, but without the rope so Jacob and he untied me. As soon as I was free, Mack once more lifted my legs and struck gold, but this time, he lowered his face to mine and began frantically kissing me. Jacob took this as his cue, and he also crawled to the middle of the bed and began kissing each of us. As Mack gently sloshed around in my super cum-slicked tube, he looked at me and asked softly, "Remember that I promised you payback?" I had almost forgot about the comment that he made during our last encounter, but I quickly remembered and gasped to him, "Yeah." "I want you to fuck me after I cum." "O.K." I replied, after which I turned my head toward Jacob and softly kissed him. "Do you think you can get Mack ready for me?" I asked Jacob. "I want you to fuck me while I fuck him." "Sounds hot to me." Jacob replied. Jacob immediately began kissing his way down Mack's back, and as he reached his tailbone, Mack further spread his legs to give Jacob easier access. In no time, Jacob spread his cheeks and dove on his hole. This caused Mack to go absolutely crazy, and he began to kiss me harder and fuck my hole faster. After thoroughly tongue-bathing Mack for about five minutes, Jacob reached for the Vaseline and began lubing Mack's hole. As the digital stimulation increased, Mack began to nail me harder and faster. When Jacob began to piston-fuck him with three fingers, Mack couldn't hold out any longer, and once again, he pumped what sperm he had left in me. Mack then removed himself from me, and after letting me get up, he laid on his back in the exact same sweat and cum-soaked spot where I had just been for the last few hours. I placed his legs on my shoulders, speared my dick in him, and began a rather quick series of short strokes. Jacob waited until I had established a good tempo before he got between my outstretched legs and skewered me. I'm not exactly sure how long this fuck lasted, but Jacob and I became a well-oiled machine and we were able to make it last a long as possible. I must have been close to cumming about 10 times, but Jacob seemed to sense it, and he was able to change his strokes in a manner that would constantly bring me back from the brink. Eventually, even Jacob wasn't able to hold out any longer, and he began to fuck me so forcefully that I began to cum almost immediately after the onslaught, and Jacob came shortly thereafter. We then all slumped on the bed and went to sleep. For the rest of the night, I slept peacefully spooning Mack, while Jacob spooned me. ******************************************************************************** I was the first to awaken the next morning. I gently disentangled myself from the intertwined bodies in an attempt to not wake either Mack or Jacob. It took a few minutes, but I was able to do it. I then quickly raced into the bathroom to relieve both my full bladder and ass. Even after all that had dripped out the night before, I still couldn't get over the amount of cum that I had in me. I was also somewhat sore, as would be expected, so in lieu of a shower, I ran a nice hot bath and soaked in the tub for a few minutes. When I was finished and leaving the bathroom, Carl was in his room packing his things. "Morning, sunshine!" He called to me. "Morning!" "You slept late." "Well, it was sort of a long night." "I hear that, had fun?" He asked with a hearty laugh. "What do you think, asshole?" Both of us then began laughing. By this time, Mack and Jacob were up as well. Mack put on his clothes and went home, and Jacob jumped in the shower. For the next couple of hours, the apartment was a whirl of activity. Carl's brother had a truck, and he was meeting us around 10:00 a.m. to get all of Carl's furniture. By the time he arrived, we had managed to pack all of Carl's clothes, dishes, bathroom items, whatnots, and whatchamacallits as well as move all of his furniture into the living room. When his brother arrived, it took us less than a half hour to load everything that we could in the truck. After his brother left, Carl and I put the rest of his stuff in his car, and he made a final walk through to make sure he had everything of his. "Well, guess this is it." He said after he had been through everything. "Guess so. It's been fun!" "Yeah, you sure you don't mind cleaning this place yourself?" "Nah! It's not that dirty. The stove will be the only pain in the ass. Besides, you're letting me keep the deposit." "That's right! Work for your money, bitch!" "Fuck you!" "I did that last night and all semester." "Yeah, and you know I loved it." "So did I." Carl turned to walk out the door, but before he opened it, he looked at me and said, "I'll miss you." "I'll miss you too." I said as he walked out the door, down the steps, and into his car. As he drove off, I felt the old lump in my throat, but before I started bawling, Mack came around the corner. Hans had just finished moving all of his stuff out, and he wanted to know if I was ready to move my stuff into his/our apartment. It took several trips, but within an hour or so, I had everything in the new place and the old one empty. As I surveyed the old apartment, I couldn't help remembering all of the good times with Carl, but as I walked to the new place, I had high hopes for the future. TO BE CONTINUED ******************************************************************************** If you would like to comment, or critique, please let me know at ragincajun1987@yahoo.com.