Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2000 21:49:09 PST
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: buttsex-junkie-1

Author's note: This is the first installment in what I hope to be a lengthy
series. All feedback is welcome, though I prefer negative feedback be
limited to constructive comments. This is my second published story. My
first series, "Cup of Joe", can be found in the Gay/Authoritarian section of
the Nifty archive.

Disclaimer: This is a story about men getting it on with other men. If you
like this sort of thing, please read on. If you don't like it, get lost.
Many of the events and characters are based on my life. Safer sex practices
are not depicted here. If you decide to live out any of these fantasies,
please use condoms.

BUTTSEX JUNKIE, pt. 1

Another Saturday afternoon, another gang-bang in the back room of the store.
This time it's Terry and Aaron, the studs who run the coffee shop down the
street, and three guys they brought with them. All are good-looking and
well-hung, my basic criteria for participation. I'm on my back on the sofa,
tipped onto one elbow with my legs spread wide, sucking down Aaron's big
cock, while one of the new guys-a young, beefy collegiate blond whose name I
can't remember-saws his big rod in and out of my tight, willing ass.

My name is Allen. I'm a 32-year-old masculine professional, avid outdoors
enthusiast and fitness nut. I co-own a sporting good store with two good
friends of mine, a married couple I've known since college. I am white with
buzzcut dark hair, a bit on the shorter side, cleanshaven, goodlooking, and
in great physical condition. Over the years, I have dated both men and
women, but never quite been the type to settle down with one person or one
gender. Labels just aren't my thing.

My friends consider me outgoing, honest, and fun to hang out with. Only a
few of them know my secret: that, for nearly half my life now, I have lusted
and longed for one thing sexually-men who will dominate and use me with
their fat, hard cocks.

*     *     *

I suppose it started back in high school, when I noticed my younger sister's
sexy soccer coach.

At sixteen, I'd say I led a fairly normal life. I had a few good friends
around school, mostly fellow teammates in soccer and baseball, which I
played rigorously every summer and fall. Thanks to this regular work-out, I
had a good, strong chest and decent bicep muscles that I liked showing-off
to the girls. I had lost my virginity with my first serious girlfriend,
Sarah, the year before, and although we'd broken-up shortly after, I still
enjoyed occasionally having sex with her, as well as with a few other
nice-looking girls who hit on me. All this time, I had a fascination with
boys also, but I'd never thought of it in a sexual way. Pussy was what I was
taught to like from an early age, and so pussy was what I was getting, as
were my friends.

My buddies and I bonded over the usual things: sports, school, drinking, and
girls. We traded gratuitous stories about the encounters we'd each had with
the fairer sex. Dan would tell us every Monday how great the sex was with
his girlfriend, Melissa, over the week-end. My neighbor, Manny, would chime
in with his own crazy story, like how he'd met two older girls at the mall
and banged them both in the same night. Our other regulars-Petey, Michael,
James-got laid less often, but when they did would tell their tales as well.
For my part, I would tell my own true stories: the time Sarah ate my cock in
the family room while my parents were cleaning up dinner in the kitchen, ten
feet away; the time I'd met a college girl at a party and fucked her all
night in her dorm room; the time Annie, the cheerleader, begged me to eat
her pussy in the girl's locker room between classes; and so on.

But there were stories we didn't tell, as well. Manny never mentioned to the
group that he and I jerked-off together regularly for a whole summer two
years before. I also never told a soul that my cousin Kenny and I had been
trading blowjobs every time our families got together for a holiday or
reunion. One time, Petey mentioned he'd fucked his girl in the ass, to which
Dan said: "Aw, that's fag shit!" There was an awkward pause, and then we all
cracked up laughing. Petey blushed, and then we talked about something else.

During the summer before my junior year, my kid sister decided to take up
soccer like her bro', so I would stop by the field at her middle school
after my baseball practices to watch her team scrimmages. Her coach was some
fat older guy, I guess the father of one of the other players on the team.
But the assistant coach caught my eye. He was only a few years older than
me, with a mop of dark hair and a great, trim body. He was very handsome,
and I could tell from his participation in the scrimmages that he was a
talented player.

The first few times I came by, he noticed me from across the field, but we
never approached each other. He figured out I was there to watch my sister
play, and before long he would nod to me and give a quick wave when I
arrived...but that was it.

Finally, one time, I walked around to the far side of the field and sat in
the bleachers where this kid could come and say hello if he wanted. I was
really starting to dig his body, to the point where I though about him in my
evening fantasies, jerking-off before I went to bed. In my fantasies, he was
always banging some girl. But I had other reasons for liking him. Being the
oldest in my family, I'd always kind of wanted an older brother type to be
friends with, and he looked like the perfect vision of what that boy might
be. And at the end of practice that day, he indeed walked over to me and
introduced himself.

"Name's Kurt," he said. "You're Monica's brother?"

"Yeah, Allen. I play soccer for Eastside. I'm JV."

"Cool." Then he smiled, a totally unexpected wide grin with perfect white
teeth. It was friendly and sexy and totally genuine, all at once. I
instantly got goosebumps, but I didn't understand why.

"It's great to meet you," I said, extending my hand. He laughed at my
formality, and I felt kind of stupid. I was just in awe of him at the
moment, and it seemed like the right thing to do. He shook it anyway.

"Nice meeting you, too. I'm a senior at Stanley, play on the Varsity team."
He paused, looking down at the soil he was kicking lightly with his cleats.
"We should, uh, do a one-on-one scrimmage sometime. You wanna?"

I smiled back. "Yeah, that's cool. I'm always looking to do that on
week-ends when I don't have any games."

"Games?"

"Baseball. I'm on the BlueLine local team."

"Wow." He seemed genuinely impressed. "You must be good. How old are you?"

"Sixteen," I told him proudly. Normally, you had to be seventeen to get on
my team.

"I'm eighteen now. Just turned," he said.

"Cool," I replied. Then, as an afterthought, I added: "Happy birthday."

"Thanks."

*     *     *

After that initial meeting, Kurt was all I could think about for days. I had
no idea why I felt this way about him, but I didn't care. I thought it was
okay to have a crush on a guy as long as I never told anyone else about it.

I had a date with this really cute girl named Andrea that week-end. She was
smart and popular, and I'd always known she was interested in me. On the
date, however, she made her move way before I thought she would. We'd barely
come home from the movie and gone inside her house when she started totally
making-out with me. Standing there in her parents' dark kitchen, with only
the moonlight outside, I couldn't really see her, but she was almost as tall
as I was and suddenly, without willing it at all, I started thinking I was
kissing Kurt. I pulled back instinctively, and Andrea asked if something was
wrong.

"No..." I trailed off, still shocked at the image of what I thought I'd
felt.
She sighed. "Oops, I guess this was a little sudden." She started to back
away.

"No..." I said again, and gently stopped her from walking away. I tried to
think of something to say, but I realized right then that even more than I
wanted to kiss her, I wanted to pretend she was someone else. So, I pulled
her to me, and we continued kissing. This time, I melted into her. The image
of Kurt's face was vivid before me, so much so that a few minutes later, as
we were still making out, and Andrea unbuttoned my jeans and started
massaging my bulging cock, I again pretended it was Kurt doing these things
to me. And I loved it.

I didn't have sex with her that night. Instead, I went home and beat off,
which I usually did twice per day anyway back then. This time, I pictured
Kurt fucking Andrea. I saw them from behind, Andrea's milky white legs
spread and Kurt's muscular body rose and fell between them, his taut ass
muscles clenching and releasing as he thrusted his cock deeply but gently
into her.

Kurt and I met the following week-end for our first one-on-one practice. We
played for more than two hours, and then both crashed onto the field to
catch our breath and gather our equipment before heading back home.

"Good match," he said.

"Awesome," I agreed, still wheezing. "You're a great player, man."

I'll admit it, I said that not just because it was true, but because I knew
it would make him smile again. He did, and once again, I got goosebumps.
This time I figured out why. Because, unlike my other friends, when Kurt
smiled, he looked right in my eyes...deep into my eyes. And his eyes were
deep and brown, like mine. Before that day no boy had ever looked at me or
smiled at me the way he did.

Somehow I knew right then that I was going to have sex with him that day. I
don't know how I knew it, but the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
Also, I didn't have any idea what it meant. How did boys have sex together?
Would it be simple hand-jobs, like I'd shared with Manny? Would we suck
cocks, like I'd done with Kenny, my cousin? Was there more? If so, what was
it? What would each of us do to please the other?

As if reading my thoughts, Kurt suddenly said: "Hey, I know your cousin
Kenny."

"What? Huh?" I was shocked. "How?"

He was still smiling, looking down at the grass as he tugged at the clumps
of grass growing between his muscular legs. "He goes to my school now. He's
a senior at Stanley."

I'd totally forgotten it. Usually Kenny lived with his Mom on a farm fifty
miles out of town, but he'd transferred to Stanley so he could live with his
Dad for his last year before college.

"Wow," I said, suddenly wondering what else he might have to tell me.

"Uh...small world."

"Yep." He kept smiling, not looking at me, and then he finally looked up one
last time. That deep, penetrating smile. That bastard. He knew who I was all
along. And he knew more about me than he was telling.

I wanted him so bad. Whatever this was, whatever was about to come, I wanted
to feel it. With him.

"Hey Kurt," I said, getting up. "Let's head on home."

We went to my place. My folks always played golf on Saturday mornings and
then had a late and lengthy lunch with their friends at the club. My sister
was at the age where she liked dressing-up and acting adult with the other
adults, so she usually went along. As a result, every Saturday I had the
house to myself until at least 3 o'clock.

"We've got Coke, milk, and OJ," I said, looking around inside the open
fridge. "And beer that's out in the garage, but my Dad's been totally into
counting the cans lately, so we'd better not touch it."

"It's too early for beer anyway, you dope," Kurt said, slapping my ass. God,
that felt nice. Goosebumps again. "I'll take a Coke."
We went into the family room and crashed together on the couch, Cokes in
hand. Since Kurt had started this whole thing about Kenny, I decided to play
it through.

"So, how well do you know Kenny?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Well enough." Kurt took a slug of his Coke and pretended not to notice the
look I was giving him.

"Well enough? And that means...what exactly?"

Kurt looked at me and then smiled again, his "everything's cool" smile. "I
know him pretty well. You're cousin's a cool guy."

Slight relief of tension. "Yeah? I think he's cool, too," I said. I wondered
what else to say. "I hope he says good things about me. We go way back."
"He says you like sucking each other's dicks."

I almost spit my Coke across the room. Instead, I said nothing. So he knew,
after all. Or was he joking? I had no idea what to do or say, so I just
remained frozen for a second, with what I expect was a pretty dumb look on
my face.

After a long pause, Kurt said softly, "It's cool, you know."

"What's cool?

"Sucking dicks. That's cool with me."

By now the shock was wearing off, and the intensity of his gaze all day was
beginning to make more sense. It was obvious what Kurt wanted, and I was
powerless to say no.

"You want me to suck yours, don't you," I replied, stunned that my mouth was
forming the words.

He turned on the sofa to face me, then broke into his hugest grin yet.
"Dude, yeah!"

I couldn't resist smiling broadly myself. I was getting what I wanted, even
though I never knew I wanted it somehow. How to proceed? That was easy-I
knew the first step was just the same as with any girl: Once you have
permission, gain access and GO. I immediately grabbed Kurt's soccer shorts
and pulled them down and off his legs, jockstrap and all. At that point he
was totally naked except for his dirty T-shirt. His dick was rock hard, and
it was bigger and fatter than mine. All the girls told me I was well-hung,
so I figured Kurt's must be truly special! I put my left hand on it and
started jerking him off.

"Oooo, yeah..." he moaned. "That's good. Suck it for me, dude."

Slowly but steadily, I moved my face and whole body toward his cock. This
was different from sucking Kenny's cock in just about every way. It was a
lot bigger, for one thing. For another, even though Kenny was a
good-looking, red-haired farmboy with a solid build, he had nothing on this
strapping, handsome hunk with the tight soccer legs and flat abs. A second
later I had slurped nearly all of his hard cock into my mouth and was
instinctively moving my lips and tongue up and down. Hearing Kurt's loud,
deep moans just made me try harder to please him. I worked my face like a
piston, determined to get all of his cock into me as deep and fast as I
could, then spit it out to catch my breath before immediately starting over.

As I sucked, I let my hands roam around his taut, powerful body. He was just
about the most perfect eighteen-year-old that God could have ever designed.
His skin was tough and tan; his legs were like steel; his abs were hard; his
chest was like two firm, sexy cushions. I tweaked his nipples, making him
groan even more deeply, and then let my hands wander down and under him, to
his ass. The mounds of his butt cheeks flexed and released rhythmically,
creating dimples where I could hook my thumbs as he continued gently
thrusting his dick in and out of my face.

Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. Even though I hadn't pictured it or let
my mind dwell on the thought, I somehow knew what was going to happen next.

"Dude," he said in a hoarse, breathless whisper. "I really want to fuck your
ass."

I considered it for a second. "Never done that before."

"Let me show you. I've done it three times. It's the best."

I didn't know if he meant he'd fucked guys three times before, or if he
himself had previously been fucked. I figured it was probably the first one.
Regardless, I trusted him with my virgin hole, and immediately I got up from
sucking his cock. I was willing to let this stud take me anywhere.

"Where should we do it?" I asked.

"Your bed."

*     *     *

Kurt placed me on the bed with my face pushed down into the pillow and my
ass pushed high in the air. The first thing I noticed was how natural and
relaxing this position felt. In the bedclothes, I detected the faint scent
of cum from the times I'd jerked off those recent weeks, kissing the pillow
and pretending it was Kurt's handsome face. Now I was with Kurt, but it
wasn't his face I'd be seeing...or feeling.

He went about it like a pro. In fact, I doubted seriously that he'd had only
minimal experience with this before me. He got lotion from my Mom's bathroom
and rubbed it on my cheeks, then pulled my ass open and licked the hole with
his tongue. Fantastic! I'd never even imagined this sensation before. I was
on cloud nine. Then, he rubbed some of the lotion into my asshole with his
fingers, loosening me up. He gradually worked in one and then two more
fingers, pushing them in deeper and deeper until he was rubbing all around
the inside of my hole.
I was so happy, I nearly passed out. I had never in my life felt so
masculine and so submissive at the same time, nor had I ever imagined what
the sensation would be like of having another young man play with the inside
of my ass. When I combined these sensations with the image of Kurt and how
handsome and beautiful he was, and the promise that his fingers would very
shortly be replaced with his big, fat dick-the same delicious cock I had
just been fervently sucking-my mind reeled with anticipation.

Then he got into position. I felt his hard, lightly furry thighs press
against the back of my own. I held my breath, dying for the waiting to
finally be over and to feel my new lover's big cock splitting open my tight
jock virgin ass. Kurt pushed my ass into the location where he wanted it,
pressing down on my lower back and swatting my legs out into a wider-open
position. I grunted happily, loving the strength of him as he put me into my
place. Then, a few seconds later, his fat dick sailed into my butt. I was so
surprised at how easy it was to take him that it took two or three strokes
to fully register the feelings he was giving me. His thick, raging hard-on
was banging repeatedly in and out of my tight, tender asshole, having its
way with me, pressing against all the nerves endings that were previously
hidden inside my body. I was in heaven.

Moans poured from my lips as the ecstasy continued. Before long, I was
mumbling:

"Yess...Kurt, man, fuck me...use your dick on that hole...god, I love it...I
need your cock...I love your big cock inside me."

As I drifted into a euphoric stupor, one of the thoughts I had was that this
must be how girls felt when I fucked them: totally giving up the hole in
their bodies for the pleasure of a boy, filling it over and over again with
his cock. Only my hole was tighter than any girl's pussy, and Kurt's dick
was bigger than the one I used to satisfy my girlfriends-so I assumed that
the pleasure was intensified for both of us. It made so much sense: my ass
was the perfect, tight virgin pussy for his hard, plowing cock.

With that knowledge, I let out a long, contented groan, and relaxed in the
total pleasure his slamming and poking was giving to me. I knew right then
that I could take hours, days, years of this. I loved cocks in my ass. Big,
throbbing, dripping hard cocks like Kurt's. I wanted to be Kurt's pussy-boy
forever.

*     *     *

He fucked me for nearly two hours, cumming three times in my jock virgin
hole. During that time, we stopped only to lube my ass up more. I was
reluctant to take a break from the non-stop pleasure of fucking, but he
assured me that my hole would hurt later if I didn't keep it well-lubed.
Then, once I was ready, he would mount me with his raging monster cock
again, and within seconds I would be back to moaning and begging:

"Oh yess...please...give me that hard dick...fuck me...I love that cock!"

We did it in every position Kurt had ever learned, plus a few more I think
we invented along the way. My favorite was with my strong shoulders on the
carpet, my ass against the side of the bed and my knees pushed down against
my chest, as Kurt sat on the bed's edge and drove his wide prick straight
down into my hole. I got so excited looking at his beautiful body and sexy
grimace that I jerked-off a huge load of cream all over myself. Some of it
even landed in my mouth, which I swallowed. That was one of four loads I
shot during our time together that day.

We finally quit when we heard the garage door open and my parents' car
pulling in from the driveway. He was on his back on my bed, and I was
mounted on his cock, riding it up and down like a stallion. He had just
blown his load up into me, and I was screaming as I blew mine all over his
unbelievably sexy chest. Hearing my family arriving home, I dismounted
quickly, and we breathlessly pulled our clothes on, washed-up in my bathroom
to cover the smells, and went downstairs, making it seem like nothing at all
unusual had been going on.

As Kurt was leaving, I walked out with him to the garage.

"That...was a great fuck," he said.

I smiled at the understatement. "Yeah." I was vaguely aware that his last
load of cum was trickling out of my ass, into the underwear I wore
underneath my shorts. "You know, not to get mushy or anything, but you know
I never got fucked before, and that was the best first time a guy could have
asked for."
The winning smile appeared again. "Well, you're a very fun guy. If you want
to do it again sometime, I'm definitely up for it."

Victory! That was exactly what I wanted to hear. "Uh, sure...maybe next
week-end?"

Still smiling, he reached forward and tenderly grabbed my arm, a touch I
swear I didn't stop feeling over the next seven days we weren't together.
Insane with happiness, but hoping I didn't let it show, I replied: "Sounds
like a deal."

*     *     *

To be continued...

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