Date: Thu, 13 May 2010 21:23:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arthur X <arthur990x@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 7

Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 7

By arthur990x

Henry shot off the bed--his deflated cock slurping out of Jay's ass with a
pop [Jay gasped.]--and straight toward the microfridge. "This is gonna be a
frickin' sweet show," he said. "I'm gonna make popcorn."

Jay could feel Henry's juices leaking out of him. It was a mini-stream
gently flowing from of his ass, down a meandering path through the hair on
his balls, ending in a small pool on his navy blue sheets. The semen mixed
with sweat and felt cool on his skin, and the coating on his insides
actually felt soothing after the assault he just experienced.

Chris ran his fingertips gently down the length of Jay's back--through the
fine layer of hair over his wet skin--until he reached Jay's dripping
rosebud.

"Looks like the Little Dutch Boy sprung a leak in his dyke," Chris said as
he placed the tip of his middle finger at the spongy entrance to Jay's love
tunnel. "But it's going to take more than a finger to plug this crack."

Jay felt the finger at his hole, probing every so slightly, almost
massaging. He appreciated the effort, but more than anything he just wanted
to pass out. He was sexually drained. Spent. Done. In this moment, he
didn't care if he ever had sex again.

Chris, though, had different plans.

"It's time, cum dumpster," Chris said, wiping his finger on Jay's left ass
cheek. "Roll over on your back get your legs in the air."

"Please, Chris," begged Jay. "Leave me alone. Go find some cheerleader to
screw."

Chris grabbed a beer from the fridge and something off his desk. "Ain't
gonna happen, queerios." He popped something in his mouth and chugged his
Bud. He spun his finger in a circular motion.

"Chris. Jesus Christ. If our friendship ever meant anything to you, at
least give me a few minutes to recover. I'm drained, man." Jay turned on
his side and tried his best "pitiful face" on Chris.

"None of this fucking womanly 'I have a headache' bullshit," Chris
yelled. "I don't care if you're drained, horny, happy, sad, or anything
else because we're not 'lovers.' You're a fuck toy--a human sex
doll--tighter than even the best pocket pussy. How can I be friends with
someone whose purpose for existing is to be a warm sheath for cock after
cock after cock? You're like a human Fleshlight, dude. How can I be friends
with that?"

Jay's mouth fell open. So much for a semester of partying and banging
chicks together.

"Besides," said Chris, finishing off his beer, "the Viagra I just popped is
gonna kick in shortly and I'm gonna need your special talents."

"Oh, yeah! You tell that bitch, Chris!" Henry exclaimed [still naked] as he
took a bag of popcorn from the microwave and plopped down on the other bed.

"Why the hell would you take Viagra?" asked Jay.

Chris's wicked grin returned. "I just want to be at my very best for you,
sweetheart. I wouldn't want you to miss out on even a millimeter of all
this glory." He grabbed his quickly stiffening rod and gave it a yank. "And
most of all, I want this fuck to be the most memorable of your life. [Chris
dropped his cock and grabbed Jay's ankles, turning him over and dragging
him to the edge of the bed.] From now on, when you're getting dicked or,
hell, when you're trying desperately to pound vag', I want you to recall
what's about to happen. [Chris pushed Jay's ankles toward the bed,
elevating Jay's ass to dick-level. He leaned in closer toward Jay's face.]
Even in this exhausted state, having cum twice already, my engorged member
being shoved in and out of your dripping pussy is going to make you cum yet
again. [Jay's legs were bent uncomfortably forward, and Chris's face was
only inches from Jay's. He spoke in a hushed tone just short of a whisper.]
You're a slut, Jay--a cock hound if there ever was one. Sure, most men
think with their dicks, but you . . . you think with that clit stuck up
your poop chute. [Chris's dick found Jay's hole and his cockhead rested
comfortably at the entrance.] I'm an expert fucker, Jay. So no matter how
you feel now, in due time you're going to be begging, pleading with me to
continue plowing you--and to do it harder and harder."

Chris pressed the tip of his manhood into place so it slowly opened Jay's
resistant pucker. There was no quick thrust like he expected, no burying in
one lunge. Instead Chris meticulously maneuvered his cock into place,
allowing Jay to feel every bit of friction and resistance. Henry's leftover
semen was not nearly enough lubrication to compensate for the size of
Chris's drug-enhanced erection. Jay winced and closed his eyes.

"No, no, I don't think so," Chris said. "Open your eyes. OPEN YOUR EYES! I
want you to look me in the eyes as I'm penetrating you. I want to see the
lust develop in your eyes, to witness this moment of shame and pain turn
into sexual euphoria."

"Dude . . . " said Henry, munching on popcorn with one hand and playing
with his balls with the other.

All Jay felt was an overwhelming sense of fullness. Whatever was being
shoved inside him, he was sure it wasn't Chris's dick. Dicks couldn't
possibly be this big. He felt like his entire inside was being
expanded. This was by the far the biggest cock Jay had taken in his short
time as a bottom. And he was convinced he couldn't handle it.

"Chris, please . . . " Jay managed to utter.

"Almost there, sweet cheeks. Half down, half to go."

HALF!? Jay's body abhorred the thought and began "evacuation" measures to
halt the invading member. He pushed out like he was taking a dump, but to
his complete surprise that only seemed to speed up Chris's entry.

"Now you're getting the hang of it, little lady," Chris said softly. "Be a
good girl and take the rest of it without any fuss."

Jay bit his lip hard and continued staring into Chris's voracious eyes. He
remembered how it felt to stare down at the women he had fucked in his
life. He used to grab their chins and make them look at him until he had
buried himself deep in their cunts. He loved to see them wince as he
bottomed out. And this is exactly what Chris was doing. Being on the
receiving end, Jay thought, put a whole new perspective on his sexual
exploits.

Even if Jay had lost all feeling in his ass, he would have been able to
tell when Chris was balls deep by the look of warranted happiness on his
face. Chris had the look of a sculptor admiring his newly chiseled statue
or of a musician listening to his freshly recorded album--a look of
self-satisfaction, of unmatched accomplishment.

Needless to say, Jay hadn't lost any feeling. In fact, his senses seemed
heightened. He simultaneously experienced every nuance of Chris's monster
schlong; felt the prickly trimmed pubes of Chris's patch on against his ass
cheeks; smelled the remnants on Chris's breath as his panting became
heavier and deeper. About the only thing Jay didn't feel was pleasure.

Chris pushed against Jay's chest and raised himself to a vertical
position. He grabbed Jay's ankles and brought them to his shoulders. He
wrapped his arms around Jay's legs and slowly started to pull out. Jay felt
like someone was sucking out his insides with a vacuum. But instead of
withdrawing completely, Chris stops so his cock head is a few inches from
leaving Jay's chute. Jay twitched as he feels Chris's dick resting on his
prostate.

"There it is," Chris chimed in. "There's your magic button--the clit that
evolution saw fit to replace your prostate. You're an evolved man,
Jay. That is, you evolved to be the perfect man-servant."

Chris made micro-thrusts, using his engorged mushroom head to rub, press,
and generally stimulate Jay's abnormally sensitive G-spot. If Chris had any
expertise, it was fucking--both men and women.

(From his first fuck at twelve--a sixteen-year-old cheerleader--Chris knew
he had a gift, and he wanted to "share" that gift with as many people as
possible. When he was 15 he discovered his passion for dominating pussy-men
when his gym teacher paid for the privilege of blowing him. Two weeks later
he caught a classmate, Derrick, checking him out the shower, and he
"convinced" the boy to take a closer look--of course, that turned into load
down his throat. Even though he constantly had a girlfriend throughout high
school, there were things they just wouldn't let him do. And that, he
concluded, is why God created homos. When his girlfriend wouldn't let him
in the back door, Chris turned to Jacob Mills, a rival soccer player who
spent a little too long comparing cocks in the locker room. After
convincing Jacob to participate in a mutual jack off session, Chris had him
begging to be fucked within hours. It was his gift. He knew how to get what
he wanted with his cock.)

Jay was starting to feel the brunt of Chris's talent. It was as if Chris
cared less about his own pleasure than Jay's, and this confused, exited,
and frustrated him. Jay could not deny the fact that Chris was masterful at
making his ass generate that amazing, permeating feeling, but at the same
time, he was staring up at an incredible douchebag. Jay wanted to punch
him, to moan, to run away, to never leave this position. He wanted it all
and none of it. But mostly he didn't want to have to choose.

Chris increased his pace and pressure, really working Jay's pussy. He could
read Jay's face perfectly, observing the cognitive dissonance that was
bubbling up inside him. He had to break him--make him realize his place is
worshiping at the alter of manhood. He had to destroy the conflict by
making him WANT to serve. It was time to make that leap from convincing to
convinced, from reluctance to submission.

He pulled out all the stops in his stimulation. He rabbit humped Jay's clit
and reached his hand down to play with Jay's cock head, rubbing it gently
between his fingers.

Jay's back arched and he let out the moan he had suppressed since Chris
entered him. The look on Jay's face was unmistakable: Pure. Lust. And Chris
decided to make his move.

Quicker than Jay could fathom, Chris pulled completely out, grabbed Jay's
arm and threw him off the bed to his feet, taking Jay's place on his
back--hands resting comfortably behind his head.

The room was dead silent. Neither Jay nor Henry understood what was going
on. They both stared at Chris with wide eyes and open mouths. After what
felt like an eternity, Chris finally spoke:

"Here the true test, Jay. [He slowly jerked his incredibly stiff member.]
As much as you hate me, as much as you want to beat the hell out of me for
showing you how much of a bitch you are, there's nothing you want more
right now than to be back on my pole, taking a long, hard swing. Don't even
try to deny it because your face and prick betray you. You are a natural
born fag. It's in your genes. You need cock to survive like you need food
or air. You don't care how you get it as long as its rock hard and up your
tight mangina. That's why I can basically say and do anything I want to you
and you'll let me because of his golden rod between my thighs. [He removed
his hand from his cock and returned it to behind his head.] So here's your
choice, queerios. You can leave. I'll keep the video for my private
collection and you never get to experience my cock again. No matter how
much you beg--and you WILL beg--if you leave right now, you will never be
allowed to suck or get fucked by my meat again. Or you can admit to
yourself that you're a cockwhore and climb up on this bed, facing me, and
plop your cock-hungry hole down on your new throne. I'll just lay
here. It'll be up to you to fuck yourself. So what'll it be, Jay? A life
without this glory or a life of servicing it? Freedom without pleasure or
the ecstasy of slavery?"

Jay said nothing but his eyes danced back and forth between the door and
Chris's twitching dick.

His thinking led him to one conclusion: Walk out the door, down to Amir's
room, and be done with this entire situation. There was really nothing to
consider. He hated Chris. He (now) hated Henry. And this sounded like a
legit deal. Consciously, he could *think* of no reason to let this
ridiculousness continue.

Yet his eyes continued to dance.

His emotions led him to another conclusion: Chris's cock looked insanely
tempting, like cake to a diabetic. He knew he didn't need it. But he wanted
it. He *felt* like this one last time would be OK. He *felt* like getting
this pleasure wouldn't mean having to do anything else with Chris in the
future. His ass ached with desire, wanting, more than anything, to get its
fix of that wonderful drug between Chris's legs.

His eyes stopped and he walked quickly forward. He made his decision. It
led Jay on top of the bed, squatting inches above Chris's waiting prick.

"God damn, Jay!" Henry exclaimed, watching a dude he had once envied lower
himself onto the biggest cock he had ever seen. He couldn't believe Jay was
about to literally fuck himself.

Chris broke his gaze with Jay only momentarily, looking past his fuck toy
toward Henry and indicating with a finger on his lips that he wanted
absolute silence. Indeed, Chris wanted nothing to interrupt this moment. He
wanted Jay's full attention, wanted to experience what was about to happen
in its absolute entirety--from the physical sensation to the visual stimuli
to the intimate sounds of flesh on flesh friction.

Jay's entire body quivered as his hole reached its prize. He could feel the
fatigue in his thighs has he rested against Chris's dick--a steel rod made
especially for sitting. He waited for the familiar feeling of invasion, but
instead he saw Chris ever so gently shake his head, "No." Jay knew what
that meant and what Chris wanted. Jay bit his lower lip and let more of his
weight press on the protruding member knocking at his back door. He dropped
down more and more and the pressure built to a point of pain as his skin
resisted the raging erection his ass was trying to swallow. Jay grimaced,
his face twisted with pain, and for the briefest of moments reconsidered
this plan. That is, until the pressure broke and Chris's cock head lodged
itself in the front parlor of Jay's cock refuge.

All three men groaned simultaneously.

"That was fucking brilliant, Jay," Chris commended. "You're, like, the
fucking Van Gogh of ass fucking. Now ... [he moaned again watching Jay
struggle to keep himself in place] ... after all these years of being on
the giving end of a hardy fuck, it's your turn to be the bitch--the really
fucking horny bitch who needs dick like air. You don't just get to lay
there this time and receive. You're going to have to work for your orgasm
this time, Jay."

With that, Chris grabbed Jay's stiffy and used it like a lever, pulling Jay
quickly down on his dick. Jay panted and grunted as Chris's manhood
disappeared into his stretching pussy. Jay threw his head back in an
electrifying mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt himself physically
sitting on Chris's pelvis. He squirmed and writhed, contorting his body in
any way imaginable to come to terms, physically, with the baseball bat
inside him.

In one physical effort to accommodate Chris's dick, he lifted himself
slightly, slipped, and dropped back to a seated position. The small amount
of friction on his "man-clit" was enough to remind him why he was in this
position to begin with. The pleasure addiction swelled inside him, and,
although he had never been more physically or mentally exhausted in his
life, he mustered his remaining strength to lift himself from Chris's cock
so the head was just about ready to exit. He proceeded to fulfill Chris's
demand: He fucked himself like a nun discovering dildos. He bounced up and
down feverishly, using the bed springs to his advantage.

That's really all Chris wanted was the initiation of the action. In terms
of actual pleasure, Jay was much less of a guru at getting him off than
Chris himself. He needed only for Jay to make the commitment to
service. The actual servicing he could do much better for himself.

"Stop," Chris commanded. Jay, confused, reluctantly obeyed, even softly
protesting amidst his panting and wiping sweat from his face. Chris spoke
firmly, "Turn yourself around, but keep my meat inside you. Don't drop the
dick."

Jay eased his legs across Chris's body, thinking that this gave "sit and
spin" a whole new meaning. As he completed the 180 degree turn, Chris
lunged forward and with the unexpected forced planted Jay on his hands and
knees. They bounced in union, connected cock to ass. Henry sprang to his
feet, masturbating furiously. Chris snap/pointed to Jay's head and Henry
correctly took that as a sign to fill Jay's open mouth with his dripping
dick.

Chris slammed his hands down on Jay's hips and began mercilessly plowing
his ass. Chris felt euphoric, owning the jock bitch beneath him, looking
back and forth from his invading monster to Henry's elegantly slim prick
gliding past Jay's lips. "This is Nirvana," he thought, catching Henry's
eye with a wink. Chris slammed in and out, long-dicking, rabbit humping,
basically doing anything he could to stimulate his enhanced erection.

Jay, for the most part, blanked out everything but the feeling in his
ass. He evaded the context of the situation, caring less about how he got
there and more about that lovin' feelin' radiating from...back there. He
knew it, then, that he was a manwhore. And, in that moment, it didn't
bother. In fact, nothing about the situation bothered him until he heard:

"Let's double dick him."

Shocked, because he thought that's what was going on, Jay focused his
attention--as much as one can with a dick in both ends. It was Henry
speaking now.

"I don't know. I like fucking him, but I don't want to break him."

Chris replied, "Come on, Henry. When's the next time you'll have a chance
to stick two dicks in a guy's ass and fuck him till he cries? He's a
homo. It's in his nature. The queer has two dicks in him now. I just want
to put them in the same place."

Henry contemplated the offer. [Jay still couldn't believe that they
actually meant having both their cocks, at the same time, in his ass. There
was hardly enough room for Chris's junk.] The mood was unusual, like two
economists sitting in a smoking parlor discussing the Asian markets--both
ignoring the dude they were fucking.

"OK," Henry said, shoving his cock all the way down Jay's throat. "Let's
rock this bitch." They high-fived over Jay's arched back, but before they
could put their plan in action someone knocked on the door.

Everything stopped. Henry panicked. Jay flipped out (mentally). Chris put a
hand on Jay's back to calm him, like an animal, and a hand in the air to
reassure Henry. Another knock.

"Who is it?" asked Chris.

Henry whispered, "DUDE! What the fuck are you doing?"

"Being polite," Chris responded. "It could be important."

A deep voice answered, "It's Mark. Jay's brother. I'm here to pick him
up. I'm a bit early."

Jay gagged--not so much on the dick in his throat, though it didn't help,
but because he wanted to throw up. He had completely forgotten about his
brother. Chris began fucking again and motioned for Henry to do the same.

Chris shouted, "Oh, then come on in. Door's open." [To Jay: "Especially the
back door, eh?"

Mark opened the door. In walked a taller, even more built version of
Jay--sandy blonde with peeks aching to escape the power blue t-shirt that
dared cover them. Mark met eyes with his brother and the two men fucking
him and felt his jaw unhinge. If he had been carrying something, he would
have dropped it. No one said anything. Chris continued to relentlessly
fuck. Henry stood motionless with his dick in Jay's mouth but staring at
Mark--admittedly, in his subconscious, mainly at the bulge in his
jeans. Jay lowered his eyes, suddenly more self-conscious about his
erection than anything else.

The awkwardness of the situation finally hit a point where Mark had to look
away. He spoke softly, "I'll be outside. Come out when you're . . . they're
finished." He turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Jay, feeling angry and nauseated and scared and nervous and everything
else, used the sudden rush of adrenaline to push a distracted Henry away
and loosen Chris's grasp.

"You heard the man," yelled Chris. "We get to finish!"

Jay managed to kick Chris hard enough in the chest to get himself
loose. Once vacated, his anus felt like it was cavernous and gasping for
air--or cock, as the care was. But Jay had little time to fixate on the
issue as he threw on a pair of gym shorts and ran after his brother, his
exit accompanied by two tracks of laughter and the sound of his stiff dick
slapping against his leg as he ran.

END OF PART 7

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Hope you enjoyed part 7 of my first story. Be on the look out for part 8
and beyond. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.

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