Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 08:20:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: P G <phoenixfire543@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight Boy Bottom - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 - The Costume Party

So I told Gwen all about my day after Nate had drugged me.  About the guys
that I let use me in the bathroom, the classmate I had sucked off, and
about Nate getting a guy to pay him $20 so he could fuck me.  She loved
every minute of it, and made me tell her all about it as we fucked.  It
made her so horny to hear about me with other guys, which I found strange
and erotic at the same time.  I never imagined I would get off so hard to
telling my girlfriend about when I sucked cock or got fucked up the ass.
In fact, when Professor Gordon emailed me telling me that he had a
proposition to help me earn back my grade in his class, she emphatically
told me to go for it.  I was reluctant, but agreed to think about it.  The
man considered me getting plowed over his desk to only be worth credit for
showing up, what on earth would I have to do to earn an A?

"Aww come on babe" she said, as we lay in bed together, covered in sweat
post sex a week later. "What could he want that you wouldn't like?  You're
a horn dog, and you love kinky shit, I bet you would love every minute of
it."  She had a point, the more taboo a sexual act was, the more I seemed
to enjoy it, but I was not sure.

"I dunno babe, it just freaks me out a little.  Let's talk about something
else."

"OK" she said, smiling.  "What are you wearing to the party tonight?"  I
looked at her blankly.  "Tell me you did not forget about the big costume
party tonight!" she said, annoyed.  Then I remembered, her and her friends
were throwing a Halloween style costume party at one of their houses, even
though Halloween was over a month ago.

"Shit babe, I forgot" I kissed her neck to distract her.  It kind of
worked, she seemed less pissed.

"Oh fine, but you're lucky you're hot.  I have something I think will be
great on you."

I was thrilled, spared the last minute hassle of finding a costume.

I shouldn't have been.  I showed up about 30 minutes before the party, at
one of Gwen's girlfriends' house.  She handed me a bag and told me to go
change in the bathroom while they finished setting up.  I went into the
bathroom, pulled off my shirt and opened the bag.  I was very confused.
There were several things in the bag, but almost none of it could be called
clothing.

"Um, babe?" I said, opening the bathroom door.  I had no shirt on, and my
jeans were open showing my underwear.  One of Gwen's girlfriends was
adoring the view, and I sent her a wink.  I was not allowed to play with
other girls, but flirting was allowed, and I loved the attention.

"What?" Gwen asked, in her hot 'slutty business woman' costume.

"I think you are missing some pieces to this outfit."  She smiled, that
sexy, evil smile of hers.

"No , I didn't."  She leaned in real close, and whispered what my costume
was in my ear.  I was fucked.

I went back into the bathroom, and stared at the contents of the bag.  I
slowly put them on , realizing that my alternative was piss off the
girlfriend.  I admired myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom.  I
was wearing black leather cuffs around my wrists, biceps, and ankles, a
leather collar with a metal hoop for a chain around my neck, and a tiny
pair of black briefs.  I was a fucking sex slave.  More like a sex worker,
I said to myself.  I called Gwen in.

"You really want me to wear this?"  Her huge grin was all the answer I
needed.  "You realize all of your girlfriends are gonna be checking me out
right?"

"Oh I'm counting on it" she said, all sexy like.  "I love having them all
jealous of me, seeing your hot body, that perfect ass, and the nice lump in
the front. mmmm" She looked like she was getting horny looking at me. "But
there is one thing missing..."  She pulled out a small bag from her jacket.
From it she produced a short, fat, curved butt plug.

"Babe, I can't wear that, not with all these people around..."

"Shhhhhh" she interrupted, kissing me seductively.  As she kissed me she
pushed the back of my briefs down, and lined up the plug, which she had
already lubed.  I moaned as it popped into my hole, and slid home.  The
curve int he plug perfectly pressed against my prostate.

 It felt amazing but "you know I won't be able to help but be hard all
night right?"

"Oh I know" she said, smiling.  She took my clothes, and left the bathroom.

After assuring myself that nobody could see the plug through my underwear,
It took me a minute, but I got up the courage to leave the bathroom.
Immediately I felt eyes on me.  A few people had already arrived, and
though many people were dressed sexy, no one else was dressed like an
outright whore.  I saw Gwen whispering to her friends, and they all looked
at me.  It helped that I knew she was bragging about me, that her friends
thought I was hot.

The party took off quickly, new guests arriving constantly, and drinks
flowing freely.  A few shots and a couple of beers later, I was feeling no
shame at all about my costume.  I saw a lot of girls checking me out, and
even some guys.  I was in the kitchen, chatting with one of Gwen's
classmates when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned and saw none other
than the tall, darker haired, dark eyed Nate.  He was dressed as a pirate,
with the hat, no shirt, and a plastic sword in his belt.

"Hey slut" he said, winking at me.  "Love the outfit."  Gwen's classmate
wandered off, leaving us alone.  Nate's hand slid down my back and into my
briefs before I could stop him.  Luckily my back was to the wall, so nobody
could really see.  "I had to know if it was true" he said, as he touched
the base of the plug in my ass.  I suppressed a moan as he pushed it in a
little deeper.  "I'm glad" he whispered into my ear.  "You'll be nice and
ready for cock tonight."  I tried to protest but he kept talking "did you
have a look around?  See anyone familiar?"  I looked, trying to see what he
meant.  Then I recognized one of Nate and Gwen's gay friends, who had
fucked me while Gwen watched.  Then I saw another.  And another.  Oh fuck
no.  No, no no.  I kept looking, and realized that there were over a dozen
guys here who I had let fuck me at Gwen's request.  Over a dozen guys who
knew that this straight guy's ass was open for business.

"Don't worry," Nate said, in what he probably thought was a reassuring
voice, "we aren't all here to gang bang you.  But we are all friends of
Gwen, so we were all invited."  With that he walked off, chuckling.

I was a nervous wreck after that, convinced that word would now be out
about me.  It could not become public knowledge that I loved it up the ass,
that I let scores of me fuck me for my girlfriend's pleasure.  How would I
ever live that down?  How would I ever explain it?

More drinks helped.  And still more helped still more.  I was pretty
blitzed when I finally had to break the seal.  I went to the bathroom and
had a long overdue piss.  Apparently I forgot to lock the door, because
when I was washing my hands, the door opened.  In walked a tall guy with
dirty blonde hair and a broad chest.  He was dressed as a football player,
and he probably could have been one.  He seemed surprised to see me, but
then he grinned.  He didn't say anything, not one damn word, but shut and
locked the door, walked up to me, took me by the head, and pushed his
tongue in my mouth.  I was very surprised, but his passion turned me on,
and drunk as I was, I kissed him back eagerly.  He tasted like beer and
tequila as he dominated my mouth with his tongue. his hands went to my
back, and slid immediately down to my ass.  He gripped one ass cheek in
each hand and squeezed, making us both moan.  He turned me around and
pushed the back of
 my briefs down.  I saw his face in the mirror as he saw the butt plug, a
huge, horny grin.  He grasped the base and eased it out slowly, making me
groan.  He set it on the vanity and replaced it without a word with his own
ample cock.

I looked into his eyes through the bathroom mirror as he pushed his cock
into my lubed and loosened hole, a cocky grin spreading as he slid into me
in one slow thrust.  My mouth opened but made no sound until he bottomed
out, and I let out a deep moan.  I opened my mouth to ask him something,
I'm not sure what, his name? What made him think he could just take my ass
in the bathroom?  But he covered my mouth and said only "shhh" as he
started thrusting into me.  His football jersey rustled over the pads he
wore, still fully dressed with his cock out the open fly of his pants.

He did not waste his time or mine, but went deep and fast, holding his hand
over my mouth so I wouldn't give us away.  He looked my right in the eye
the whole time, and as his face got flushed, I knew he was almost there.
He leaned in and bit down on my shoulder, and grunted hard as he started
unloading into me.  He thrust in as deep as he could, and I could feel his
dick pumping inside me.  When he finished he kissed me neck as he
reinserted the plug.  Pulling my briefs back into place, he left, having
never touched my cock or even saying a word.  I wasn't sure if I was more
pissed or turned on.  I walked out of the bathroom, trying to hide my hard
on and not walk in a way that looked like I had just been plowed.

I encountered some drunk chick names Jen at the drink table as I grabbed
another drink.  I was already too drunk, but I had just been fucked by a
stranger in my girlfriend's bathroom, so I figured I was due.  As I was
drinking she said "fuck, why are all the hot ones gay?" I realized she was
talking to me.

"Thanks?" I said, not sure where to go from there.

"Seriously, if you were straight I would be on you in a second" she said,
her hand touching my chest.  She moved it around, brushing my pierced
nipple.

"What makes you think I'm gay?" I asked, letting her touch me.  Her hand
wandered down, across my abs, her finger tracing the V that ran along my
hips.

"Those 4 guys over there were all talking about how they've all fucked you"
she said, grinning.  "Slut" she said, playfully smacking my arm.  I
blushed.  She wasn't wrong.  "I can see why they'd want to, hot body, and
what a great ass" she said, gripping my ass with her other hand.

This chick was hot, great boobs, fit body, and a gorgeous face, and drunk
off her ass.  I wanted her, and knew I could get her.  I was tempted.  I
was hard as a rock in my briefs and knew there were plenty of bedrooms and
bathrooms we could slip into so I could show her how not gay I was.

But I couldn't.  As much as she drove me crazy, I loved Gwen.  And she
would never stand for me to be with another woman.  So I escaped.  I
slipped from the room, and made my way through the party.  Eventually I
found myself on the 2nd floor deck, overlooking the pool area.  It was
quiet up there.  There were several people around, but most were either
passed out or talking quietly in small groups.  I flopped down on a couch,
and sighed, thinking I was finally safe from Jen.

"Rough night?" I heard from beside me, making me jump.  I hadn't realized
someone else was on this couch, I was so focused on not cheating on Gwen.
There was a guy sitting on the other end, a big guy, with dark hair and
eyes.  His face was stubbled, and he wore army pants and no shirt.  His
chest was broad and strong, with a sprinkling of dark hair.  In his hand he
had a bottle of whisky.

"Just a weird one I guess" I said.  "You?"

He took a long swig from the bottle.  "Yea.  Not great.  Poison?" He
offered the bottle.  I drank, and handed it back.  "You gays are so lucky."
I chose to ignore that.  "You guys just have sex and don't get it all
complicated.  Chicks fucking ruin everything."

"Sorry man.  What happened?"  I didn't really care, but as I was hiding,
and sharing his booze, I felt I should engage in the conversation.

"My fuckin ex" he said, taking a swig.  Christ, I knew he was a big guy,
but it was still impressive how much he could drink.  "She invites me here,
and I think she wants to get together again.  Or at least fuck one more
time.  She always loved my fat cock." He squeezed his very ample bulge to
emphasize this.  "So I get her alone, try to make my move. Then she says
she's seeing someone else.  Someone she loves.  Fucking bitch." He downs
another gulp.  "But she was staring at my big cock the whole time, I had
taken it out for her.  I know she misses it.  I bet that fucking asshole
has some little dick, can't satisfy her like I can."

"You know it's not always about size" I replied, taking the offered gulp of
whisky.

"You would know" he said, chuckling.  "But tell me you wouldn't be tempted
by this."  And with that, he hooked his thumb into his pants and pulled
them down.  He wasn't kidding, I thought, as his cock sprang into view.
Probably over 9" long and fat, it curved slightly and flared at the head.

"Wow" I said, involuntarily.  He chuckled.

"Yea.  She used to moan like such a whore when I put it in her.  Gwen said
I was the biggest she'd ever had."  He had a huge grin on his face.

"Wait, Gwen?  Gwen is your ex?"  Holy shit, my heart was pounding now.

"Yea.  You know her?"

"Yea, I know her."  Fuck, my girl's ex is here, and his big cock is out.
Fuck, why does she want me, when he has that?  I was so faltered that she
had turned him down.  But now all I could do was stare at his cock and
picture it fucking her so much deeper than I could.  Then my mind shifted,
and wondered what it would be like to ride that dick.  Fuck. No, that was
sick.

"She's fucking hot.  And kinky as all hell, she likes to do crazy shit in
bed."  He was stroking his cock now.  "You don't mind do you?  You can
watch if you want."

"Thats cool" I said, and I was watching.  I glanced around quickly, it
looked like everyone who hadn't passed out had left the deck, leaving just
the two of us.  I unconsciously started to rub my own crotch as he slowly
jerked his dick.

"Like what you see?" he asked, smiling.  Even in the dark I could see his
teeth were white.  I nodded.  "Why don't you take a ride on it?"

I stared at him.  Did a straight guy just ask me to sit on his cock?  He
most have realized what I was thinking cuz he said "yea, like I said, Gwen
likes kinky shit.  She had me fuck a few of her guy friends while she
watched.  I'm not gay, but a hole is a hole, and guys are so tight.  Even
the slutty ones like you."  I had no words to say, this situation was so
fucked up in so many ways.  I was horny and needy, my ass still ached with
need and my cock was still hard from not having cum earlier.  And this was
my girlfriend's ex!  All of that crossed through my mind as I got up and
slid my briefs down.  I took out the plug quietly, but left my jock on.  I
was barely registering how truly fucked up I was as I straddled him, and he
lined himself up.  He put his hands on my legs as he pushed me down onto
him, meeting his upward thrust.  He sank into me, my ass still somewhat
opened from the football player.  This cock was even fatter than I
 thought, and it burned when be pushed in.  I moaned deep and threw my head
back, my hands in my hair, body surrendering to the feelings his cock was
giving me.

"Fuck yea, what a nice hole" he said as he sank into me deep.  "I knew you
were a slut the second I saw you."  I started to ride him, but he wanted it
harder, and was lifting me by the hips and then slamming me back down on
him hard.  I made some deep, incoherent moans as he plundered me way into
my gut.  I rode him for several minutes, my hands in my own hair, body on
display for him, my cock hard but untouched in my jock.  I opened my eyes
and saw him watching my body writhe and flex as I rode him.  Then I looked
up, and across from me I saw a female silhouette in the door frame, lit by
the light from inside the house.  It was Gwen, I would know her anywhere.
I was about to panic when I saw her smile.  She put her own hand down her
pants as she watched me ride her ex boyfriend's huge dick.  I made sure to
give her a show, my body flexing as I twisted and rotated it.

"God your cock is so big" I moaned, more for Gwen than for whats-his-face.

"Yea, I'm filling your fag hole good huh?"  I moaned an affirmative.  "Get
up and turn around" he said.  I obliged, and was soon leaning over the
railing with his big dick stuffing me from behind.  At this point, anyone
in the yard below could have looked up and seen me getting fucked.  I
barely had the functioning brain cells to hope that didn't happen as the
thrusts picked up pace.  I swear he was going even deeper now as he came in
for the home stretch.  My ass ached as he stretched me but I fucking loved
it.

"Shit here it comes.  You want my load fag?"

"Fuck yes" I moaned as his cock pounded my prostate.

"Here it comes man.  Fuck, fuck fuuuckkk..." his thrusts became so hard the
sound echoed off us as he buried himself as deep as he could and unloaded.
I bit my lip as his thrusts pushed me over the edge and I shot into my
jock.  The world faded away for a minute as I came hands free.  When the
climax finally faded, Gwen's ex was sitting back on the couch, passed out.
I thought about doing him a favor and pulling his pants back up and zipping
him up, but decided against it.  He may have been a great top but he was
still my girl's ex and I was obligated to dislike him.  I put my plug back
in and my briefs back on and went to find Gwen.  I knew she would be horny
after that show, and I was definitely gonna take advantage.

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I hope everyone enjoyed!  Sorry for the delay between chapters, I was on
vacation.  As always, let me know what you think, phoenixfire543@yahoo.com