Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 22:01:10 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Drinking Buddies-12c

Mr Ray was one of the sexiest of the group. His slim muscular
construction worker's build was apparent even under his plaid shirt and
dusty jeans. His thrusts were powerful, even when he was being gentle. He
pumped himself in and out of my mouth, making me take the full length of
his cock as it rammed its way down into my gullet. With four loads now in
my possession, I was hell bent and determined to make mr Ray number five.
By now, my jaws were aching like mad for having been stretched open so
wide and for so long. But I knew the course of a true bonafied faggot's
place was on his knees infront of the cock of real men, suffering through
the pain as you allow yourself to be used and abused in the attempts to
satisfy your superior partners. I was nothing more to these men than a
cum hole. They all had wives or girlfriends at home, families that loved
them and of whom they gave their real love and affections to. I was just
a receptacle, a place where they could dump an unwanted load before
moving on to better things. That's what my place in life was for. At
least, that's what Tommy and his friends told me during our frequent
orgies.
I know some people would reject that theory, claiming that I have low
self esteem issues or something. But right now, in the mist of getting my
throat thoroughly fucked by some of the sexiest, most virile men in the
county, I would tell those people to mind their own fucking business!!

I could feel the cum on my face starting to dry in spots, making my face
feel drawn and tight. With my lips wrapped loosely around Ray's cock, I
left my throat open for him to fuck at his own pace. Pretty soon he was
fucking me as he would his woman's cunt. I was trying to keep my gag
reflexes in check as he over powered me with his sex. My cock was hard
once again, threatening to burst forth another load as it throbbed
painfully in my pants.

"OH fuck, what a good mouth!" shouted Ray, fucking my face with hard
steady thrusts.
My mind was whirling from lack of oxygen and heightened sexual rapacity.
I felt as if my body didn't belong to me, as if it weren't my own. It was
as if it belonged to these men, these men whom were using me, -fucking me
for their own selfish desires as they laid their cocks into me and feed
me their spooge.

"Give the cocksucker what he craves." snarled mr Becker, stroking how
cock as he watched from a close distance.
His was the last cock I HAD to taste. Having it already fucked up inside
my ass, only made me want to eat it all the more.

"Oh, no worry of that..." said Ray, reaching the end of the road. I felt
his cock pulse in my mouth, and knew I was about to get another fast
belly full. "...I'm about to... cum... now...!" he shouted, blasting off
a half dozen rounds of cum bullets directly into my throat. "Eat my nutt
you faggot pussyboy!"
I felt the cum pumping through his cock, the belly pulsing against my
tongue as sperm poured into me past my windpipe. It was like being
flooded by a fire hose. Cum gushed out and down my open throat like a
tidal wave. I accepted his cum load graciously, happy to receive such a
manly offer.

"ARRRRHHHH...!!!" yelled Ray, relieving himself in my ravaged mouth.
Once his cock stopped cumming and he pulled himself free, I collapse onto
the floor in a heap of near exhaustion. My stomach was full of man sized
loads. My nose was stuffed with snot, and my throat was fucked raw and
clogged with cum.
I looked up at the gentleman surrounding me, many of their spent cocks
still hanging from the flies of their pants. Some of them still wet with
my saliva. The only one that hadn't cum in me yet was mr Becker, whom
still stood off to the side stroking his erection.

Licking my lips wantonly, I crawled over to where he stood and attempted
to take his cock into my mouth. Mr Becker pulled back, keeping his cock
away from his pointing appendage. Another attempt resulted in the same
result. I was getting frustrated, looking cross-eyed at the tasty tool
just inches from my lips, -the head seeping a pearl drop of clear nectar
as he continued to stroke.

"Stop teasing the boy and give him what he wants." laughed mr Weiler,
amused by my shameless display.

"I want to hear him BEG for it." smiled Becker, looking down on my sticky
cum drenched face.

"Please..." I begged, looking up at him on my hands and knees.

"Please what?" asked Beck, still stroking.

"Please, sir..." I added, craving his cock.

"I saw you at my house getting gang fucked by son's friends. I HEARD you
begging them to fuck you harder and cum inside you like some slutty
whore. I KNOW you can do better then that." said Becker, his cruel eyes
piercing straight through me.
His authority only made me want him more. My cock was throbbing like
crazy between my legs. I could feel it already oozing cream for its
second load.

"Can I please suck your cock, mr Becker?" I asked nicely, hoping to
receive my gift.

"Now why would I let a disgusting little cum queen like you suck my
cock?" asked Becker, surprising me. "Look at you, wallowing down on the
floor like some dog in heat, with another man's sperm splattered all over
you faggot face. Why would a straight man like me, allow something as low
as a filthy cocksucker to take my precious cock into a mouth that 5 other
men had already cummed in? Tell me." he said.

I could feel my eyes water from the sting of his words. I was in a dazed,
sexual confusion. I had thought mr Becker had wanted me to suck his cock.
He had been standing there stroking himself during the entire duration of
the show, but now he acted like I wasn't even good enough to lick the
crappy sweat from beneath his balls. I suddenly felt ashamed, sitting
here on the store room floor, allowing myself to be degraded by men I
barely knew. If my father could only see me now, he would probably disown
me, and throw me out of the house on my plump perfectly shaped round
booty.
Humiliated, I turned my head to avoid mr Becker's cold stare. I attempted
to get up, concluding that our marathon fuck session was now over.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, cocksucker?" asked Becker,
grabbing a fist full of my hair to keep me in place.

"What're you doing?" asked Mack, startled by Becker's actions.

"I asked this cocksucker a question, and I WANT and answer." demanded
Becker, his cock now bobbing freely from his fly -unattended.
I whimpered as his grip got tighter.

"I... I'm sorry..." I cried, trying to wrench free.

"Answer my question!" he insisted.

"Because...!" I said, feeling my roots cry. "Because I'm a low life
cocksucking fag, whose only purpose in life is to serve straight men and
eat their cum!!" I shouted with embarrassing pride.

Mr Becker loosened his grip, then released me altogether.
I was still crotch level, facing his free swinging cock as it bobbed back
and forth before my face. I looked at it, watching it sway as I yearned
to feel it in my mouth for the first time. It was thick and swollen from
his handling of it, and the head was wet with pre-juice, anticipating my
watering mouth.
I tried to keep my distance, waiting for the cock's owner to give the
signal that it was alright for me to put my mouth around it, but I
couldn't stop staring at it and wanting to suck it. It looked as if it
were daring me to taste it, teasing me as it swung in it's place. Giving
into temptation, I leaned forward and took the hot cock into me. Mr
Becker gasped as I attacked his cock with my mouth, taking the entire
thing down to the balls.

"Fuck...!" he shouted. "Who gave you permission to..."

"Let it rest, Andy..." laughed mr Weiler. "...the kid's a cocksucker. You
can't leave your dick unattended infront of him for too long. You SEE
what can happen."

"Yeh, just sit back and let the kid take you for a ride." added Mack with
a chuckle of his own.
The men all watched as mr Becker settled back against the wall, and let
me work his cock over to the very best of my ability. Taking his manhood
was one of the high lights of my experience. I had always considered mr
Becker to be hardasnails. He was what my gramp's liked to call a; "lean,
mean, fighting machine". He was a man's man. A take charge kind of guy.
Sucking his cock was like climbing the rungs to get to the president. It
was definitely something to treasure. Having his cock in my mouth, was
like servicing a world class boxer, or your favorite superhero. It was an
honor and a privilege. Sucking off all the rest of the men here tonight,
was just a prelude to the real thing, the REAL man whose sperm I would
feast on.

I took his cock all the way into the back of my throat. Mr Becker fought
to keep from expressing any emotions as I devoured his penis down to the
wiry hairs protruding from his zipper. He had experienced the pleasures
of my asshole before, but this was the first time he actually felt what I
could do with my lips and tongue. Getting fucked was one thing. The
fuckee had to just lays there, accepting the plunging cock of the fucker
as HE's the one who sets the pace and determines the depths and
technique. But sucking cock belongs more-or-so to the suckee, who usually
determines how quick a blowjob will go by how much work he's willing to
put into it. Having sucked so many cocks over the last 6 or so months,
has made me quite the expert. Mr Becker wasn't really prepared for what I
had instored for him as he plunged away at my mouth and throat
uninterrupted.

"Yeah, take that cock you little punk! Make me feel your tonsils banging
against my dick!" he gritted, holding my head as he pumped himself in and
out.
I took his cock like a champion pro, feeling the head punch its way down
into my battered throat over and over. My body was in heat as my mind
went overboard with intoxication. I was in total lust, getting my face
fucked for the sixth (or so) time by a big, rugged, burly adult male. My
stomach was already churning from their loads, having swallowed what had
to be over 3 shot glasses of cum. I wanted nothing more than to eat mr
Becker's load, then lay down and go fast to sleep. But I didn't feel as
if my stomach had anymore room for another burst of semen, yet I was
relentless to get him to blow his stack. If I could get this one last
cock off with my mouth, my degradation as a filthy cocksucker could
somehow be vindicated. My purpose in life would be more solidified.
I know it sounds corny, but that's how I felt. I needed to know that my
abilities had reason, that I was more than just your average ordinary
faggot wannabe. If I was going to suck dick, I wanted to be the best damn
dick sucker this side of Springfield County. And if I wasn't, then I
didn't want to do it at all. The test would be to get mr Becker off,
despite my exhaustion, and his reluctance.

"Do it kid! Make that fucker nutt!" encouraged Mack, watching me perform.
It's amazing the curves that life throws you. Just 6 months ago I was
your average red blooded horny white american teen, chasing girls and
doing parties. I had a future, with college in my sights. Now my only
goal is to be a champion cocksucker. To simply bend over and let as many
of my friends fuck me as I could handle. I wanted nothing more out of
life than to have my two holes worked over, to give asylum to some big,
thick, needy dicks, and make them lose their loads in me from both ends.

I got another spark of encouragement when I felt mr Becker's cock jump in
my mouth, a sure sign that his excitement was growing. This made me
attack his gland more fiercely, mashing my face in his groin as I bathed
the entire length in the soft pallet of my throat. This caused mr Becker
to groan for the first time, despite his best efforts not to.
Another spark.

We both fought fiercely over the rights to his load. Mr Becker trying his
best to hold off the torrent I knew would eventually spill into me, and
me sucking his cock feverishly to get him to blow quickly. It was a war
of the hearts. His cock versus my mouth. One of us was going to walk away
the victor. Though if I won, we both would be winners.
My own cock was ready to burst. I was able to keep my hands away from it
as I gave mr Becker's cock all of my attention. He was holding me by the
head, guiding my mouth up and down his amazing shaft as I ate more and
more of his pole. Tears mixed with the dry cum and sweat on my face,
causing my skin to look like peeling plaster. Mr Becker didn't want to
get any of the cum on his hands, so he held me by the hair as he fucked
me. My sore throat took the full impact of his cock everytime he rammed
it home. It was like swallowing a whole pickle over and over, except that
this lump moved back and forth in your throat rather than down into your
stomach.

My jaws felt like rubberbands, having been stretched open for so long. I
so desperately wanted to close my mouth, but needed to keep it open if I
had any chance whatsoever to make this happen. Mr Becker removed his
cock, causing excess spit to cascade from my mouth like a waterfall. With
my mouth gaping open like a cooked clam or oyster, he rammed his cock
back in, making me take it's full length.
I gasped as his cock rocketed into the back of my throat with the speed
of a torpedo. My raw throat took the blunt of the force, as I stifled the
pain by concentrating on the task at hand. Mr Becker repeated this act
again, pulling out completely as his cock head came into view before
ramming it all the way back in to his hairy balls.

"Damn, that's the way you DO IT!" shouted Mack, turned on by the show.

"Cocksuckers love it when you take control of their mouths." smiled
Becker, repeating the move again, and again.
I was gasping for breath with every stroke, feeling the air exit my lungs
with each plunge of his cock. It was hard trying to keep up with such a
demanding act, when your throat is almost completely rubbed raw. I was
beginning to lose consciousness, feeling the world around me start to
spin as I fought to breathe through my clogged nose.
Mr Becker removed his cock once again, holding me by the back of my head
as he bent forward until his face was just above mines while jerking his
wet cock in his other hand. My mouth was gaping open in a daze with spit,
drool, and cum dripping from the corners as he hurled up a deeply
embedded supply of mucus from his own throat, then spit it into my mouth.
The clump splattered against the back of my throat like a glue, and then
mr Becker stood up and rammed his cock balls deep back into my throat and
face fucked me for 2 minutes straight. My eyes were beginning to roll up
into my head, when he suddenly pulled his cock free and began to jack off
again right infront of me.
I could feel his cock head banging into my fat bloated lips as he jacked,
pre-cum oozing against them as he neared closer and closer to busting the
dam. I was faintly aware that I was still giving him head, having almost
passed out from the last assault. Just when I was coming around, he
rammed himself in once again, jamming his meat in so deep that snot
snorted from my nostrils and landed into his crotch hair. Becker removed
his cock again, using his free hand to massage the plentiful spit and
snot into his slickened shaft. I could see his cock swelling with every
stroke of his hand, the piss slit pulsing open everytime the head
ballooned. With his hand pistoning back and forth faster and faster, I
began to regain my senses, knowing his climax near.
Just then, the store room door burst open, and in rushed the bartender
-Rosco. Mr Becker never slowed his frantic stroke.

"Got bad news, guys...!" he said, with a hint of panic in his voice as he
froze to watch me get face fucked. "McMurphy's out there. He's looking
for his kid!"

"What makes him think he's here?" asked Kennison.

"He don't know where the boy is!. He was driving through and wondered if
any of us has seen him." answered Rosco. "He said he and the boy had an
argument, and he ran out."

"Tell him you haven't seen him." said mr Weiler, adjusting his clothes.
"We'll make sure he gets home safe and sound, once he's finished up
here."

"So... we're not done with him yet?" asked Rosco, his cock getting hard
again in his pants.

"We will be, in a minute..." gasped mr Becker, still stroking his meat.
"You want this heavy load, cocksucker?" he asked, jacking himself wildly.

"YES, YES!" I begged, practically crying for his cum.

"Nasty cum guzzler..." he snarled, presenting his cock as he began to
slap it across my sticky face.
The slaps stung slightly wherever he hit me with it. I had my mouth
stretched open, trying to secure a few quick licks along the hard shaft.
Becker shoved four of his fingers into my mouth as he continued to jack.
With half his hand buried between my lips, his fist was stretching my
mouth wide. His fingers reached into the start of my throat, making me
gag literally around his knuckles. When he removed his hand, it was
coated with the same spit, sperm and drool that coated his dick. Mr
Becker quickly aligned his cock to my mouth, then started to easily
piston himself in and out, each time pulling it all the way out of me
before ramming it all back in until my throat was cram full of throbbing
cock. My lips and nose were getting scratched raw by the zipper of his
pants.

He fucked my mouth the last few strokes with more intensity, banging the
back of my throat with so much force that I feared I would earl up all
the cum already coating my stomach lining. With one last shove, mr Becker
buried himself in my throat, flooding me with a full barrage of thick hot
cum. I felt the salty semen gushing into me like a pump, pouring down
into the back of my throat in volumes. Swallowing hard, I managed to
drink down wave after wave of the potent juice, feeling it leave a hot
trail straight into my cum pit. I was still gulping when I heard Rosco
left to go tell my father that he hadn't seem me. Everyone was cheering
and praising my cocksucking skills, when mr Becker finally pulled his
spent cock from the depths of my throat. Weakened by the session, I fell
back on my butt, only to be helped to my feet by mr Mack.
He helped walk me over to the table, where I was able to lean against as
I caught my breath and regained my strength. My face was soaked and
coated with a sticky ooze. My chin and shirt was drenched, and the crotch
of my pants were loaded with two load of my own cum which I had shot
while sucking.
I was exhausted, and ready to walk out into the bar to hitch a ride home
with dad, and deal with the consequences after a full night's sleep. But
Mack had planned something a little different in mind. When I felt his
hand slipping down into the ass of my pants, I knew that only half of my
sweet torment was over. His fingers quickly found my hole, and forced
it's way into me with no lube.

"Damn. His asshole feels as good as his pussy mouth." announced Mack,
fucking me roughly.
"Who wants to fuck the bitch first?"