Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2023 01:35:21 +0000 From: What's the deal with airline food? Subject: Only Girl At The Club Chapter 2 Publisher forward: this is the second installment in an ongoing story under the Bisexual/Adult-youth category. As previously assumed, the story has indeed become properly bisexual, as I believe this chapter should amply indicate. Thanks! Author's note: While I'd been purveying nifty for some time, I'd never actually considered publishing myself there until recently. Just never really occurred to me. I'm glad to have made a bit of a splash with my the first installment of this story, though, if the many appreciative emails are anything to go by. I'm glad my efforts are being enjoyed. In this next installment, Sam returns to the bathhouse, but brings a friend in the process. Several more firsts are shared, and her friend Adrian finds himself introduced to sex in a manner he never thought possible. Tags: m/m, M/b, b/g, virginity loss, gloryhole, gangbang, oral, anal, creampie The late afternoon sun streamed in through the window, heating the room and casting sunlight over the gentle curves of Sam's young, naked body. It cast a small shadow in the gentle valley between her budding breasts, set a soft glow over the subtle outlines of her abs, and glistened off her bald slit and pink inner lips. Sam laid back on her bed, breathing heavily, thumping her right hand, two of its fingers shining with her wetness, down beside her in frustration. It had been several days since she'd snuck into the club across the street and... she blushed at the memory of the stranger's cock stretching her open for the first time. She reached down and began absentmindedly toying with her lower lips again. She'd been experimenting every opportunity she had over the last few days, but nothing she did with her fingers satisfied the same way as the mystery man's penis. It was then, lying naked in her bed with her dads yet to return home from work for the evening, that she came to a decision. She had to go back. Strictly speaking, there was absolutely nothing stopping her. She knew a secret way in that bypassed everything that could possibly bar her. Parents? Out. Homework? Finished on the bus. Gymnastics practice? Cancelled this week because the instructor was sick. After mentally ticking all that off, Sam sprang up with renewed purpose. She didn't have more than a fuzzy plan, but she felt particularly worked up and needed that kind of satisfaction again. Still naked, she walked to her wardrobe and picked out a black tank top, something she'd usually wear under a longer-sleeved shirt, and after lingering for a moment over a pair of jean shorts, chose a short skirt instead that went down to a couple inches above her knees. She'd only be needing them to cross the street, after all, and so the sensible thing was to choose clothes that could be taken off and put on quickly and easily. After pulling the tank top over her head and sliding the skirt up over her thighs, she reflexively reached for her underwear drawer... and then drew her hand back, an excited tingle running up her stomach. Why bother? They'd be coming off anyway. They'd just be one more thing to keep track of in the dark. Grinning, she stepped away and walked out of her bedroom, blushing at the way her bare thighs rubbed together, and, making sure to lock the combination door behind her, left the apartment. Even though it was a short walk, going across the street was exhilarating. Sam had never gone commando before, and the streets were starting to fill in as people got off work. Any moment she expected someone to see right through her and comment that she was naked under the skirt, but everyone she passed barely spared her a glance. Knowing that only a few inches of fabric was between her most private parts and exposure to the whole world was oddly thrilling, and as she stepped over a ventilation grate she was struck by a sudden fantasy of a gust of wind blowing her skirt up. Nothing of the like materialized, of course, and she was able to make it to the alley without incident. The key was behind the brick, right where she'd left it, and the door unlocked easily just as it had the last time. She took a breath to steel herself, reached for the handle, and- "Hi Sam!" Sam nearly jumped out of her skirt. She whirled around, the motion causing the skirt to flare uncomfortably high around her thighs, and quickly hid the key behind her back. In front of her, a boy in a faded t-shirt for a band he probably didn't listen to and baggy cargo shorts stood, smiling widely. He absentmindedly reached up to adjust naturally wavy hair that came halfway down his neck, and hazel eyes looked over her curiously. "H-hi Adrian," she stammered, trying to get her expression under control. She forced a less-panicked smile onto her face. "What's up? I didn't expect to see you... here..." She trailed off toward the end, realizing full well the absurdity of the statement when the thirteen-year-old boy lived two buildings over from her. Adrian's smile faded, and he looked at her more quizzically. "Why are you so nervous?" His eyes flicked between the arm that was not-so-subtly hiding something behind Sam's back and the "Authorized Entry Only" sign on the door behind her, and put that and her guilty expression together. "You were about to explore, weren't you?" Sam sighed and let her arms relax. Busted. "Exploring" was the word her and Adrian used as a euphemism for "going somewhere they weren't supposed to." The two of them had made a frequent game in the past of boldly walking past "No Entry" signs into maintenance corridors, closed sections of buildings and the warren of back rooms and employee spaces in the shops around the city, surprising more than one caretaker in the process. Naturally, none of their respective parents knew anything about it, and would have very sternly disapproved, but that's why they'd very quickly learned never to let any details slip. Aiden walked past her and laid a hand behind the door. "Key behind a brick, huh? Why is that so weirdly common? You'd think more people would pick up on it." He turned to her, excitement flushing his tanned skin. "So, what's behind there? Another under-street shaft? A back room to a store? Ooh, maybe another of those weird closed-off offices? Obviously something good, because you're going back in." He tugged on the door, but Sam quickly threw her weight against it to stop him. "No!" she said, more harshly than she meant. "Sorry, it's, uh... I can't tell you." Adrian looked wounded. "Wait, what do you mean? That's... that's not how exploring works!" His hurt expression turned angry. "That's the rules! We cover for each other, and we don't keep secrets." "No, it's not like that, it's..." Sam trailed off again. Adrian was right. There were rules to this, and she was breaking them. She sighed. "All right, look, you have to promise not to say anything." Adrian's face softened. "You know I won't, Sam. That's also the rules." "No," Sam continued. "This is... different. You really need to not say anything. To anyone." "All right, I promise," Adrian said solemnly. "But why the secrecy? It's not anything dangerous or you wouldn't be going back. The only time you were this worked up was when..." His eyes widened, and Sam knew immediately what he was thinking of. A little under a year ago, they'd found a back door into a weird store advertised as "for adults." It was closed at the time, meaning they'd been able to wander the store, came face to face with rows of DVD boxes showing naked people. They were old enough to make the connection and beat a hasty retreat. Oddly enough, it had been Aiden to initiate the retreat, and only after Sam spotted his gaze lingering on a box showing exclusively naked men for perhaps a couple moments longer than would normally be appropriate. Poor guy. It was obvious to everyone except seemingly him that he liked boys, but he obviously had yet to properly internalize that. "Yes, yes, it's like that," Sam said quickly before he could say it out loud. "Except... a lot more. Like a lot. Like..." She struggled to articulate further. Just then, it occurred to herself what she was potentially bringing her friend into. "Just come on," she said, opening the door and tugging on Adrian's arm. "I'll explain inside." She waited until the door was closed before taking a breath. But true to form, Adrian beat her to the punch. "This is, like, real sex stuff, isn't it?" he asked. Sam was taken aback. "Y-yeah?" "Huh." Adrian looked over the various pipes in the maintenance room. "Not in here, obviously. What's through that door?" "I, uh... didn't actually see much of it," Sam said hesitantly. "But one of the men in there said it's a place they go to have sex. With each other." Adrian continued looking at the door. "Did you do it?" Sam hesitated. "Yes," she finally admitted. "And you came back." Adrian let out a breath. "So. What's the plan when we go in?" We. That word stuck in Sam's mind. They were going to go in together. Which... made sense. Those were the rules, after all. "Well," Sam said carefully, "We have to start by getting naked." Adrian shot her a surprised look. "The guys inside are already naked," Sam explained. "They walk around wearing towels. If we go in wearing clothes and someone sees us, we'll stick out. But if we're also naked and wearing towels, we might blend in better. It's dark in there, so it'll be harder to tell that... you know." "That we're too young to be let in," Adrian finished the thought, eyebrows furrowing again. Like Sam, he didn't consider "you're too young" to be a good reason. He hesitated, then reached for the bottom of his shirt. "So, uh... do you want to do one at a time, or both together, or..." Sam blushed. This wasn't the first time they'd seen each other naked -- they'd snuck a few glances at each other swimming in a gym's pool after hours when they hadn't brought swimsuits -- but it wasn't something that happened often. "Both together," she said, reaching for the bottom of her tank top. They paused for a breath, then both pulled their shirts up over their heads. Sam didn't bother covering the small mounds on her chest -- they were barely big enough to draw attention to, but Adrian's eyes went straight to them for a second before darting away. He cleared his throat and reached for his shorts, undoing the button with shaking hands. For her part, Sam just pushed her skirt down in one motion. Adrian's eyes darted to her slit before looking away, and he fumbled his shorts and boxers down, letting his uncircumcised boycock spring into the open. And spring it did -- he was obviously turned on enough to be semi-hard. Sam took a moment to look over his slim frame. Adrian was more the bookish kind, but competed in individual track events. Not exceptionally well, but it kept him in reasonable shape. She noted that a couple strands of pubic hair were visible at the base of his shaft, a new development from the last time she'd seen it. She looked up to meet his eyes, and he sheepishly jerked his up to meet hers, no doubt conducting a similar examination. "You ready?" she said, reaching toward the door. Adrian nodded. "Remember, keep your eye out for towels," Sam said as she pushed on the door. "I don't know where they keep them, but they have to be-" She stopped, her eyes widening. The club was busy today. Very busy. At least six men were walking along the hall, towels around their waists. One had his over his shoulders, letting his flaccid cock swing back and forth freely. She hurriedly shut the door again. "What?" Aiden asked, pushing toward her. Sam's breath caught as his hip brushed against hers. She was suddenly very conscious about the proximity of his penis. "It's busier than last time," Sam said. "We'll be seen." "And?" Adrian said. "It's dark. Let them see." Sam straightened her back. He was right. That was something they'd both learned early. Walk with confidence, and nobody questions you. Walk like you're not supposed to be there, and you stick out. "All right," she breathed. "Take two." She pushed open the door, and both of them stepped into the club. Four of the men were still there. They glanced over as the two naked shapes strode out into the hallway, but didn't seem to show any interest beyond that. They were just two more bits of flesh -- perhaps oddly short, but nothing worth remarking on. "We might not even need towels," Sam commented quietly, nodding toward another man walking past with his towel just bunched under his arm. "Doesn't look like it, no," Adrian agreed. "So, we're in. Now what?" "I don't know," Sam replied. "The plan was to find towels so we could blend in, but I hadn't really thought beyond that." There was a sudden clap sound, and Adrian let out a quiet yelp. "Nice ass," a taller man said as he pushed past the two of them, having evidently taken an amorous swat at the boy. He didn't reply, but Sam didn't need light to know he was probably blushing thunderously. "Looks like we blend in just fine," Adrian said once he found his voice. "How does this, uh... you know, work? Are there rules of some kind?" Sam shrugged. "No idea. I've only been here once, and it was in a... I think the guy called it a gloryhole." "A what hole?" "It's like a... you know, it's sort of a closet with holes in the side. At crotch height. So you can..." Sam straightened her index finger and made a poking motion. "... stick your stuff through." "Huh," Adrian said, gears visibly turning in his head. "So I could just stick my junk in a hole and, like, get a BJ from someone?" His voice started pitching upwards with eagerness. "Or give one," Sam admitted. Adrian snapped his head over to her. "Did you...?" Sam gave an exaggerated shrug. "A lady doesn't kiss and tell." "Oh?" In an uncharacteristically bold way, Adrian leaned close to whisper into her ear. "Want to demonstrate on mine?" Sam hesitated. Could she? Then she mentally smacked herself. She'd already done things with two men she never even saw. She knew Adrian. And he was already sworn to secrecy. "Sure," she said. "Follow me." They'd already followed most of the route to the dark room and the glory hole booths, so it was only a couple more turns before they arrived at the row of cubicles. There was a suspiciously rhythmic thumping emanating from one of them; they chose an adjoining pair on the other side. "You take that one," Sam directed Adrian. "See you soon," she said cheerily as he closed the door. She stepped into the next booth and looked through the hole. "Hi," she said quietly. Adrian bent down to look through at her. "So this is it, huh? I guess I just..." He straightened and moved toward the hole, and suddenly Sam's view was filled with a much closer view of his privates than she'd ever had before. "A bit further," she directed. "Through the hole. All the way. That's it." And there it was, Adrian's cute, four-inch cock, throbbing with his heartbeat in front of her. Sam reached out and wrapped her hand around it, smiling at the way Adrian gasped and stiffened at the touch. Then it suddenly occurred to her that she didn't actually know what to do. Rhythmic motion seemed to do the trick, so... She tried rubbing up and down the shaft, but it wasn't really working. Then she tightened her grip a bit, and the skin over Adrian's penis suddenly pulled back, exposing the plum of his cockhead. That was progress. After a few more experimental strokes, she was masturbating Adrian's cock with more confidence, admiring the way he gasped and shuddered with each movement. For Adrian's part, he was in heaven. Just Sam's hand was a completely novel feeling -- it felt completely different when it was someone else's hand, and she handled him differently to boot. She was more delicate about it, whereas his masturbatory technique was very goal oriented. Then Sam, emboldened, leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, where a drop of precum was forming. That got a reaction. Adrian actually jumped. "Do that again," he moaned after. Sam licked again, then again, until the boy got used to the sensation, then raised the ante by slipping his thirteen-year-old cock into her mouth. It tasted very different from the last man. Fresher, somehow. It was more responsive, too, jerking against her tongue with every tiny movement she made. Careful not to overstimulate him, she set a careful pace, gently trailing her lips up and down his shaft. Had Adrian been in charge, he'd have cum in the explosive way only a young teenager could minutes ago. So this slow treatment was both agonizing and a total eye-opener. For a moment his hormones raged at him to drive his hips into his friend's mouth at a furious pace, emptying his balls into that wet cavern as soon as possible, but he shouted down the impulse and decided to take it at Sam's slow pace. And then his door opened. Adrian froze, staring into the surprised face of a man in his early thirties. He had a swimmer's build, and true to form only had hair on the top of his head. The man stared at the boy in surprise before wordlessly stepping into the cubicle, closing and latching the door. The whole time, Sam kept gently nursing on Adrian's cock, flooding his lower body with pleasure. The man bent down and whispered in Adrian's ear, "You're supposed to latch the door behind you so we know it's occupied." "Sorry," Adrian whispered back. "You're also supposed to be older." Adrian winced. Was it that obvious? Weren't they blending in? Then he looked down at his lanky frame, compared it to the mental image of the man now sharing his booth and cringed inwardly. Yes, it was that obvious. "Don't worry, I won't tell. Since you seem to be having a good time and all." Adrian jumped as the man ran his hands over his side and down onto his thigh. "You obviously came here for a reason, and you're getting just what you hoped." Between the sudden stimulation and Sam's continued work on his cock, there was little more the boy could do beyond moan in agreement. The man's hands continued to roam, moving back on his body, and then both hands boldly fastened onto Adrian's glutes. "You've got a great ass, kid," the man breathed. "Glad you could bring it in here." He massaged each cheek in circles, pulling them apart and then letting them spring back into place. Then, to Adrian's intense surprise, the man got down on his knees, held the boy's cheeks apart, and licked the entire length of his crack, from the space behind his balls right over his pink, unblemished hole. Adrian gasped at that, his cock giving a hard flex in Sam's mouth. The man gave a quiet chuckle and did it again, and without wasting any more time centered his efforts on Adrian's hole. The feeling was overwhelming. The heat of the man's tongue stimulated nerves the boy didn't even know he had. He'd never thought anything to do with his hole could possibly feel this good! Soon the tongue stopped licking and started probing, and after a few attempts, managed to actually spear inside him. And that was too much. Even with Sam's gentle stimulation, Adrian hurtled over the cliff of his orgasm in an instant. On Sam's side, she barely had an instant to notice the sudden surge in Adrian's cock before it started rhythmically pulsing in her mouth. She braced herself for a mouthful, and was surprised and disappointed when her mouth filled with nothing more than the barest hint of salty-sweet flavor from the drop of fluid that left Adrian's penis. Rather an anticlimax for an orgasm that had his cock jerking in her mouth for a good thirty seconds straight, trying to fill her with a load he was just a touch too young to make. Unbeknownst to her, that single drop was the first semen to leave Adrian's penis. From the time he'd first discovered the feelings one could get from his immature shaft to that day, every orgasm he'd felt had been of the dry variety. And for Adrian, it was one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He'd never felt stimulation from anyone but himself, and now he was feeling it from two people at once? He never had a chance. By the time he came back to reality, the man had stood up and was gently rubbing something warm, hard and long between his ass cheeks. It only took a moment for him to realize it was a larger, more mature version of what was still urgently throbbing between his own legs. "Come with me and we can get a little more comfortable," the man whispered. "I'd barely started when you popped off." Adrian, drunk with lust at this point, nodded and bent down to the hole, withdrawing his cock in the process. "That was... amazing, Sam," he panted. "But, uh... I'm going to go explore a bit by myself, all right?" "You sure?" Sam asked. Adrian felt the man tense briefly in surprise at her voice, and then start grinding against his rear with renewed vigor. "Ah! I mean yeah," Adrian said. "Meet you right back here, all right?" The man was already tugging insistently on his hips, pulling him toward the door. "All right," Sam said in a confused tone, but by then Adrian was already out the door, the man's hand planted possessively on his rear. Sam sat back from the hole, the taste of that drop of Adrian's essence still on her tongue. That was odd. Maybe he'd gotten self conscious after his orgasm and needed a moment to himself? Her thoughts were interrupted by someone else stepping into Adrian's vacated booth and sticking his cock through the hole with nary a word. Well, Sam couldn't just leave him hanging, now could she? Licking her lips, she leaned forward and got to work. Adrian let himself be steered through the club, past more naked men, several of whom stopped and stared at him in surprise. He returned their looks with a sheepish smile, but the man behind him didn't slow, pushing the boy ahead of him. Soon they got to another darkened room, this one constructed like a maze. "Almost there," the man said quietly, navigating the maze with practiced ease. Adrian noticed that some of the walls they passed had more holes in them, and caught a glimpse of a face at one and a hard cock at another before being swept past. Finally, they arrived at a room with an odd looking bench in the center. It had a padded top and a padded seat to either side. "Bend over," the man said, but Adrian didn't really have a choice in the matter, as he felt the man's hand pushing on the small of his back. "Legs up on the arms." Adrian paused in confusion, and the man impatiently grabbed his right knee and maneuvered it onto one of the seats, and repeated the motion with the left leg. Now Adrian was perched on the bench, and he quickly realized its purpose: in this position, his legs were spread and his cheeks were naturally parted, leaving his hole easily accessible. The man then made one last adjustment, grabbing the boy's cock and pulling him backwards a bit so his boyhood was off the edge of the bench. "Perfect," the man said, and then Adrian moaned out as the man's tongue found his hole again. Adrian tried to keep himself upright, but the feeling of the adult's tongue lashing at his sensitive bud made his limbs weak, and he quickly laid face down on the bench, wrapping his arms around the padded top for support. The man ate his ass hungrily, eagerly spearing his tongue through the boy's ring and only occasionally paying any attention to his dangling boycock. Not that it was needed -- the sensations from the man's tongue were more than enough for Adrian. Soon he realized that the tonguing he was getting had changed. Before, the man's tongue was circling his hole and lapping against it, and only occasionally spearing at it. Now, the tongue was impaling his hole more than not, rhythmically pushing into him in a thrusting motion. And with every push, his anal muscles fatigued a little more, and got a little more used to the intrusion. Adrian didn't particularly care what the man was doing, though, as long as it kept feeling like this. A distant part of him, smothered under a fog of lust, wondered if he'd be able to orgasm just from this kind of stimulation alone, or if it would just keep him perched forever on the edge, needing just a little bit more. But where could it possibly go from here? There was only so far a tongue can go, after all. The man came up for air and Adrian yelped as the man smacked his right ass cheek. "What a beautiful pussy," he said. Adrian had a sudden, absurd impulse to clarify that it was his friend Sam who had a pussy, but decided against it. The thought fled from his mind when the man dug in again, his tongue easily spearing through the boy's ring. It was only a quick taste though, because he withdrew and stood up. The man's hands stayed glued to his cheeks, spreading them as wide as they would go and leaving his pink hole, still slighty open from the vigorous tonguing it had received, completely vulnerable to whatever came next. Adrian couldn't wait. And he didn't have to wait long, because the man stepped closer and Adrian felt the unmistakable prod of a cock at his ring. He was so loose at this point that the very, barest tip of the adult's penis was actually already past his rim, barely inside him be technicality only. And he couldn't help but be disappointed. After all that, the man was just going to go back to grinding between his cheeks? That had been titillating, but it hadn't felt nearly as good as the man's tongue. So he was quite surprised when, instead of angling up to grind against him, the adult's cock pressed into his hole, spearing through his exhausted ring of muscle and thrusting into him. Adrian snapped his head back as he felt the man's cockhead enter him and his anus snap closed around the bottom of the bulbous head. That wasn't right! Boys weren't supposed to be fucked, that was a girl thing! Wasn't it? Adrian barely had any time to realize what was happening before the cock sank deeper, pushing inside him inch by inch. Thanks to the thorough rimming he'd received, he felt no pain, and his virgin passage was quite slick from saliva. All he felt was a mounting feeling of pressure and fullness, until the cock, some six inches long, was all the way inside him and he felt another man's balls against his for the first time in his life. The man groaned in triumph and mashed his hips against Adrian, the shaft of his cock grinding against something inside him that sent a bolt of pleasure through his cock. Adrian jerked at the feeling, and right there he made a decision. If boys weren't meant to be fucked, it wouldn't feel that good. He didn't dwell on the fact that he'd just lost his anal virginity -- if the thought of his virginity even crossed his mind, it was centered on his cock. But it was gone by most definitions. If not right at the moment of full penetration, then when the man drew his hips back, sliding his cock back through the boy's passage, and drove it in again. And again. Three thrusts, four thrusts, five. At that point, who was even counting any more? Adrian was getting fucked. And once he got used to the slight discomfort of having a foreign object in his bowels, the constant pressure on his young prostate had his smaller erection throbbing with renewed fervor. With every thrust, it wobbled forward, occasionally smacking against the padded surface of the fuck bench. The man fucking him ignored it, keeping both his hands fastened around Adrian's waist. At one point, he tried to reach back to touch himself, but the man smacked his hand away before going back to fucking. "None of that," he growled. "You cum from cock or not at all. And the way you were squirming on my tongue, you'll definitely be cumming from cock." With that he changed his angle to grind more heavily against Adrian's prostate, making the boy lightheaded with pleasure. True to the man's words, he could feel something building in his core with every thrust of the adult's cock. It felt different from the way his orgasms usually came on when masturbating -- where those started from the base of his balls and traveled up his cock, this was spreading out from deeper inside him. "Come on," the man said, angling his thrusts more deliberately. He could feel the boy's immature prostate hardening against the head of his cock as his orgasm drew closer. "Cum on my cock. Cum like the pussy boy you know you are." Adrian could barely parse the man's words, but understood the tone behind them, and whimpered as he finally felt his cock start flexing in a hands-free orgasm. Then the rest of it washed over him in a wave, setting his nervous system ablaze. He was dimly aware that the cock inside his ass had stilled, and its rhythmic pulsing and the warmth spreading from it signaled that his virginity had been officially claimed by every possible definition. He was also dimly aware of someone crying out in a high, almost girlish voice, and only vaguely realized that it was him. His cock flexed, again and again, and on the third flex sent a single thin stream of watery boycum onto the floor. Perhaps it carried some genuine teenage sperm, off on their first of many doomed journeys. Some amount of time passed, but Adrian came to his senses when he felt the cock inside him withdraw completely. He felt his anus try to close, but before the muscles could even begin to regroup he felt a new set of hands on his hips and a new pressure on his hole. The second man's cock sank in easily, lubed as it was by the first's cum, and he quickly set a furious pace, pounding away twice as fast as the first man did. Wait, a second man? When had more people shown up? Adrian lifted his head for the first time in what he then realized was several minutes, and saw that the room had filled with at least twelve men, most of whom had shucked their towels and were sporting erections of varying sizes. Of course. With all the noise they'd been making and the walk down the hall, they hadn't exactly been subtle. Did they all intend to have a turn with him? Adrian's cock gave an unbidden twitch at the thought, and he learned something about himself in that moment. One of the men took his gaze as his cue, and stepped forward, pressing his erection into the boy's face without fanfare. Adrian opened his mouth to tell him not to be so rough, but the man simply took advantage of that to stuff his cock into his mouth. Luckily, it wasn't particularly big, otherwise the boy would have gagged and spoiled the mood. As it was, Adrian was barely able to process the fact that he was about to officially also become a cocksucker before the man gripped his head and began moving his hips, thrusting his cock over his tongue. Behind him, the second fucker moaned and his cock swelled inside him, painting his insides with the second load of his life. That cock withdrew, accompanied by a stinging slap to his ass, and was replaced with a third almost immediately. The owner of that one must have been close to orgasm already -- he barely made it three thrusts before stilling and letting Adrian experience the feeling of a cock pulsing a load into his ass for the third time. At about the same time, the man fucking his mouth groaned and started thrusting harder, and Adrian's mouth filled with the taste of salt as something squirted against the roof of his mouth. The cock then thrust in, deeper than it had before, cutting off the boy's airway as it bulled into his throat. Adrian felt it pulse against his tongue four more times and felt liquid sliding down his throat before it pulled back, leaving a final splash on his tongue before withdrawing completely. And just like that, it was over. The rest of the men, having seemingly satisfied themselves with the show, filed out, leaving Adrian alone on the fuck bench, his abused hole struggling to close, and the combined loads of three men leaking out of him. It took a moment for him to find control of his limbs, after which he wobbily forced himself up and to his feet. Bracing himself against one of the walls of the maze, he started staggering back the way he thought he'd come from. "Sam?" he called out weakly. He heard the sound of someone jogging toward him in reply and hoped it wasn't more men. He wasn't sure he could face the prospect of more cock. Luckily, it was Sam's lithe, naked body that rounded the corner. "Adrian! There you are," she exclaimed. He waved tiredly at her before sagging against a wall. Sam was immediately at his side, and her proximity made his traitorous, teenage hormone-fueled cock twitch. `No,' he thought at the organ. `Down, boy. You've had enough.' "Are you okay?" Sam asked, voice full of concern. "What happened?" "Got fucked," Adrian said, pushing himself off the wall. "M'okay though." He shook his head, willing a bit more blood to his brain. "Very okay." He shot Sam a wry grin. "Things can get real out of hand real fast here, don't they?" "You're sure you're okay? I saw a lot of men going in here." "I wanted more," Adrian said before he could stop himself, and then blushed when Sam's eyes widened. "I mean, uh..." He shook his head. "Let's just get out of here, all right? I think we both need a shower." They quickly found their way out, keeping close to each other this time to ward off any leers. Adrian couldn't help but notice that Sam was looking at him... differently, somehow. Nothing felt like it had changed between them, but some time between Adrian's cock entering her mouth or another man's cock entering his ass, everything had changed at the same time. He was sure of two things, though. This wouldn't be the last time he felt Sam's mouth on his young cock. And he was definitely coming back.