Date: Tue, 2 Feb 1999 11:29:19 -0000
From: Billy Boy <codcottage@email.msn.com>
Subject: SLUT BOY 1 (Truckers. Gang-bang. Anal. Cum. Urine.)

This story is purely fictitious and bears no resemblance to anyone or
anything unknown to me whatsoever. If you like what you read then use it
and abuse it all you wish. I only ask that you send me any ideas for a
'performance' that you would like to see included in a story. Careful with
your ideas and watch for the clue! If you're under the legal age of consent
you shouldn't be here in the first place ... off to bed with you!

Copyright (C) 1999 Billy Boy.

			       SLUT BOY (1)

     Chris took the 25 sheets of paper from the printer and ran a blade
across the middle of each one, separating each sheet into two. He stacked
the pile of 50 leaflets and tucked them into his coat pocket. Depending on
the reaction to them he might not be back before the action started and so
he went to check everything was ready.

     "OK, Brandon?" he asked stepping into the living room.

     "Yeah," came the muffled reply. "Just get your ass out on the
streets. I want mine filled."

     "OK. OK. I'm going now. You ready for this?"

     "I am so horny I gotta be," mumbled Brandon from beneath his hood. "I
just want my butt fucked from here to oblivion -- and back."

     Chris laughed. He was remembering the time Brandon got his ass fucked
at that truck stop he'd been cruising. A burly trucker picked him up and
took him to a barn beyond the parking lot. He pushed him forward over a
wooden bench and yanked his trousers down to his ankles. He fucked Brandon
with the biggest piece of meat he'd taken up his fuck-tube ever. It crammed
its way into his rectum like a great roll of salami or a rubber truncheon,
stretching and filling him. While his butt was being opened up by that fat
tool he became aware of noises behind him and then voices.

     "Fuck, would ya take a look at that."

     "Ben sure found a hungry piece of ass to take his dick."

     "Shit! Won't take nothing to slip on in after that cock has been up
there. Sloppy seconds they call it don't they?"

     There was a lot of laughing at this and more movement. He tried to
turn but Ben held his head and shoulders with a grip as burly as his
build. Holding him down he slid his long, hard weapon in and out of
Brandon's hole. The thick shaft slammed into his butt and battered against
his prostate. Ben grunted and then his dick shaft swelled and contracted
then began pulsating rapidly. Semen blasted in to Brandon's passage and
splattered his guts. The fat cock continued to pump for some minutes and
then he pulled out. A treail of thick cum oozed from the gaping red
canal. Ben was long and wide and he loved to fuck hard and deep. He was
known for `preparing' his pick-ups for the rest of the gang. With a cock
the size of Ben's any fuck-passage he entered wasn't going to close up
again in a hurry. Sometimes, if you looked close enough, you could see all
the way along the fucked-raw lining to the pool of jizz he'd spurted in
there.

     Ben hopped up on the bench and sat astride the back of Brandon's
shoulders. Brandon couldn't move now if he tried. He was scared -- a little
-- but excited too. He couldn't see the newcomers and wasn't going to be
allowed to yet. He had no idea who was going to poke what up his ass. There
was more movement, the sound of zips, belt buckles and rustling
material. More laughter.

     "See if you can get it straight up that fucking shit hole," someone
cackled.

     "Shit, the way Ben opened that ass up you could get it out the other
end."

     There were more loud guffaws and more movement. As far as Brandon
could make out there were 4 or 5 guys who'd come in while Ben had his
oh-so-fat-cock bouncing in an dout of his passage. There was a smell of
cigarettes and whisky.

     Something hot splashed onto his right butt cheek and moved across to
play around his opened hole. Someone was taking a leak up his ass. The jet
tickled his dilated sphincter and then the force of the flow took it right
up inside and he felt it filling his gut like pumping water from a
fire-hose. The stream faltered and splashed about on Brandon's ass and on
his balls and thighs as the guy moved around. He felt the gushing cock-head
slip into his gaping fuck-passage and slide right on up, still pouring piss
from the end.

     He hosed Brandon passage and stomach lining as he roared his long dick
up and down the slackened canal -- so slack he hardly touched the sides.
Another wad of man-juice sprayed Brandon's guts and he drew out, making way
for the next. There was obviously some impatience because as this man
inserted his hard dick into the flooded passage, spraying piss and
cum-juice back out, somebody else pushed up alongside.

     "Oh, fuck man. Look at that spunk and piss. Shit! What a horny
mother-fuckin', wet ass you got there you little slut. Move over Dec. let's
see if I can cram in alongside you. I love the feel of cock squashed
together in a mans' butt, `specially when one of `em's my cock."

     There was more laughter and Brandon felt Dec move aside, his long tool
sliding out slightly as he did so. A pair of hands grabbed his cheeks and
pulled them further apart, spreading them roughly and painfully. He felt
the swollen cock-head push at the stretched and open entrance to his
accommodating hole. There was so much man-lube filling his ass and
squirting out over his butt cheeks and the men standing behind him that
this extra cock needed no slicking up. Brandon felt his butt-passage, and
his eyes,widen and stretch impossibly. He could feel the heat of the fluids
flowing from inside him, running down to coat his balls, his butt, his
legs. Some of it had collected on his back somehow and warm runnels of piss
ran over his hips and round the sides of his waist. He satill wore his
t-shirt and the bottom of it was soaked.

     His sphincter was forced apart until it was wider than when big burly
Ben had fucked him. He could feel the ring of muscle straining as it
stretched to tearing point. The pressure on the walls of his ass-tube
increased and he felt the head pop in beside its mate. More pressure as the
newcummer pushed in until their engorged cock heads were side-by-side. The
length of their thrusting was limited by the fact they stood beside each
other and not in line with Brandon's cavernous cum passage. At first they
thrust in and out together forcing the bones of Brandon's pelvis apart. He
felt as if they were going to split him in two. Neither of them was going
to hold off for long while the other was pressed alongside in the heat of
this luscious fuck-hole. Their strokes alternated, one thrusting in while
the other pulled out, and then they were in time again. One, Brandon
thought it might be Dec but he wasn't sure, slam-fucked his ass for a few
deep, hard strokes and then buried as much of his cock length into the
jizz-filled gut as he could and opened his piss-lips. Balls of molten lava
erupted into the raw rectum, searing the gut lining and mingling with the
fluids already there.

     This was too much for the other guy and with a few short strokes he
poured the contents of his nuts into the jizz reservoir of Brandon's
belly. When they both pulled out a wave of hot liquid gushed from the
yawning `O' of the open sphincter. Glistening trails of cum-juice hung from
his balls in long threads that reached the floor between his feet.

     By this point his stomach, chest and shoulders were aching from the
weight of Ben sitting between his shoulder blades. He could feel a steady
dripping of pre-cum, or was it post-cum, on the back of his head. His cock
and balls ached and throbbed. He'd been close to shooting off a huge wad of
spunk more than once but the pain and the pleasure of having his ass reamed
by this much man-meat had meant that his erection was intermittent. So was
the feeling he was about to cum. This only served to heighten his pleasure,
it was like having multiple orgasms without actually cumming. The hard
meat, the flesh, the heat of the fluids filling and covering him were
turning him on more than he ever imagined he could be.

     They weren't finished yet. Ben shifted his weight, driving the wind
from Brandon's lungs.

     "Ooof!" he expelled.

     "Hey, Dave," called Ben. "Hop on up here and keep this slut down.
There's something I gotta do."

     Dave climbed aboard and Ben felt wet thighs either side of his
head. Dave had obviusly already fucked him. A still-hard cock was slapped
down on the back of his head.

     "Now you be a good little slut boy and I'll treat you right. You
hear?"

     Brandon attempted to nod his head and almost succeeded in throttling
himself on the bench. His Adam's apple pressed in to the woodwork where he
lay pinned down. He grunted instead. The hard, heavy tool slapped down
again like a roll of heavy rubber.

     "Answer me slut boy. You hear me?"

     "Ng-nn-yes-ss," came the strangulated response through teeth gritted
together by the weight from above.

     "Shit, I don't know if that's a Yes or a No. I guess I'll have to see
if I can freshen you up a bit so's I can understand you better."

     At this point Brandon felt Ben's hands pull his butt cheeks apart.
There was a pause and then that long, fat piece of man-meat was roaring up
his fuck-passage again. This time there wasn't the pressure of before, his
hole was still two cocks wide and wet and slippery. Ben simply aim and
slammed his groin against the smeared butt, his lance plunging in with one
deep, swift thrust and impaling Brandon again.

     Something wet and warm spread across his head as Dave let his bladder
go. He could taste the salty fluid as it covered his face with a sparkling
yellow veil.

     "Fuck, man. I haven't had a poke yet," said a disappointed other.
"You've got your cock up there twice now."

     "OK, man," said Ben. "You'll get your turn. I'm getting lubed up to
fuck this slut boys sweet little mouth. His ass might take this dick
readily enough but unless he's got a real deep throat--" His statement
remained unfinished.

     He bucked his hips into Brandon's butt a few times, slurping about in
the jizz filled hole. His tool withdrew and immediately the next one
replaced it. Again, the gallons of spilt bodily fluids were displaced and
came spurting out of Brandon's hole, flooding out around the pistoning
shaft as it rammed into his guts and belly.

     "Holy Shit," he exclaimed, wriggling from side to side. "There's room
for line dancing in here. I could almost climb in there sideways."

     There was laughter and someone said, "The size of that hole you're
plugging you oughta get your balls in there too."

     For a moment it felt as if he was trying to do just that but then he
went back to thrusting with a side-to-side movement of his hips. Ben had
moved round the other side of the bench and Brandon got his first sight of
that immense cock. Beneath a flat, hairy belly the most enormous cannon
barrel reared out at him. Hung with a sac that looked as though it
contained lead weights it leapt out towards his face, the piss-slit gaping
and ready to fire. When Brandon thought of the ammunition it would eject
from that tube he wanted it all down his throat. His ass had been filled to
overflowing and now he wanted his holes filled all at once with cock, cum
and piss. He wanted to be used and abused by these guys -- any guys in
fact. The battering at his prostate had been trying to trigger something
and he knew his cock was leaking but not what was coming out of it. He
couldn't tell if his nuts of his bladder were trying to unload.

     Ben wrapped his brick-like fist round his shiny, wet, dripping tool
and growled at Dave:

     "Let his head come up. I want that mouth open."

     Dave shifted his weight further down Brandon's body, his piss-tap
still running. Brandon felt it soaking into his t-shirt. Strong fingers
tangled themselves in his hair and his head was pulled up, his bottom jaw
restricted in movement and allowing his mouth to drop open slightly. He
couldn't have closed it if he'd tried -- not in this position. If he
looked up he could see as far as a broad, powerful chest with raisin-like
nipples jutting out through a mat of thick, dark hair. The battering ram
approached. As the red, glistening, mushroom-shaped head plowed between his
lips they were forced apart. Sliding across his tongue and bulging against
the insides of his cheeks, the enormous appendage filled his face. Ben
didn't stop until his pubic bone was pressed against Brandon's nose and his
balls were against the underside of his chin. His head was full of the
scent of this man. Sweat, piss and jizz mingled together with the odour and
wetness of the others. The musky bitter smell was overpowering.

     When the thick truncheon hit the back of his throat, he gagged and
retched. The grip on his head tightened, clamping him in a vice-like
grip. His cheeks ballooned out as he coughed and spluttered but the piston
kept on going. The only thing he could do was open his throat up and
swallow and eventually he was able to take it full length and girth. Ben
slid in and out slowly but deeply a few times.

     "OK," he said. "Hold on tight. Here goes."

     His belly smacked Brandon's nose so hard he was sure it was bleeding
if not broken. Bens nuts swung up under his chin and hit him on the neck
-- such was the force of his thrust. He didn't stop. His shaft slammed in
and out of Brandon's face, withdrawing so that just the flared tip was
inside, his lips encircling the cum-spout. His strokes were fast and hard
and Brandon felt his neck was going to break. He was aware of someone
banging away at his ass and that they were adding to the gallons of hot
fluid already inside his passage and belly.

     At that moment Ben let out a roar and buried his cannon into Brandon's
gullet. A long blast of spunk heaved down hid throat. There was a pause and
it erupted again. It swelled and pulsed and salvo after salvo of hot jissom
blew out of his testicles. The first few volleys shot directly down into
Brandon't stomach and then the pulsating rod was pulled out slightly. It
rocked back and forth on his tongue spitting wads of creamy cum into the
back of his mouth and flowing out down his chin.

     The side of beef wouldn't stop pumping and all Brandon could do was
carry on chomping and swallowing. He couldn't hold it all in and wondered
where on earth it all came from. The thrusting and pumping subsided and
slowed but the joint of meat stayed where it was resting on his tongue. A
voice spoke:

     "Hey boys. This little slut's in a bit of a mess. What say we hose him
down before he goes home to his faggot lover?"

      Laughter and jeering fell on Brandon's ears. Cries of: "Hey. I could
do with emptying out before I haul outta here," and: "Sure, let's wash the
slut down," came from the unseen men behind him.

     "Somebody's got to irrigate him that end. He's full of spunk and piss
too, don't forget. Must be like a toilet in there," said Ben.

     There was some jostling and the first sprinklings of his golden shower
rained down on his butt and back. He wasn't sure still how many guys there
were but he could feel their streams of hot piss cascading onto his
skin. He noticed that Ben's belly was straining and he felt the fat cock
swell. The piss-slit opened and a deluge of hot liquid gushed into his
mouth. He thought he was going to drown. It even seeped from his nostrils
there was so much spraying out.

     Somebodys tool was plunging up his spunk-filled passage and a jet of
scalding piss douched him out. They cleaned themselves up and left, the
door creaking shut behind them. Brandon had never seen the guys who fucked
him and pissed on him. Ben jumped down and allowed Brandon to roll over. A
sudden discharge of fluid poured from his well-fucked hole and his aching
tool stood straight out in front of him, hard as iron. He grinned up at
Ben.

     "Shit. You really did enjoy that didn't you?"

     Brandon gave another wet grin and felt the flow from his ass continue.
Ben dropped to his knees and moved forawrd.

     "Well, we'd better complete the enjoyment then," he said.

     He wrapped his warm, wet mouth around Brandon's shaft and sucked hard.
Brandon's nuts drew up and his cock expanded and he blew the contents of
his body into Ben's throat in 12 long, painful bursts. Ben held onto his
tool expertly and sucked the last drops of jizz from his piss-slit.

     Brandon couldn't wait to get home and tell Chris of his adventure. He
was so horny when he arrived he made Chris stuff his cock in his ass and
leave it there all night. Whenever Chris needed to take a piss he just
emptied his bladder into Brandon's belly, feeling the heat of his fluids
encasing his shaft and cascading back out. When he got turned-on, which was
often that night, he just pumped his cock and his load in to the still
loose fuck-hole and dumped another wad of spunk in the reservoir. The
expereince turned both of them on so much that they began to make plans to
repeat it. It was Chris who came up with theidea of advertising Brandon's
holes on the `net. They took something the truckers had called him and
named the site "Slut-boy-4u" (go on, give it a try). Pics were posted 4free
and they waited to see what would happen.

      Oh, shit! I was telling you about the plan Chris had when he was
printing out his leaflets. Well, there isn't time I'm afraid. Try and save
some of that hot, thick, juice you're leaking and put your tool away until
next time.

     Must go. Remind me to tell you about their horny adventure next time
I'm here. Keep your eyes peeled for more slut boy adventures with the
faithful and guiding presence of Chris. Look for the name:

Billy Boy