Date: Wed, 1 Jul 2015 00:38:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: micah cooke <x_emoboi_x@yahoo.com>
Subject: Milo

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Milo



	I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in my room pulling
my fingers through my not quite shoulder length brunette towel-dried hair
out. I had just gotten out of the shower and was now looking at myself. My
5'6", freshly shaved now very smooth 110 lbs., toned swimmer's body made me
look as though I were thirteen or fourteen-years old. It was the main thing
I hated about being on a swim team. My dark, almost golden tan covered my
entire body except for the Speedo tan from lying out after swimming laps in
our pool. Only a few other boys from the team had Speedo tans. Most the
others preferred Jammers, not being comfortable so exposed to everyone's
eyes at competitions.
       I asked myself the same questions sixteen-year olds all over the
world have asked themselves at one time or another. Am I good-looking, am I
sexy. We all have doubts, no matter who we are and how good people tell us
we look. We are never truly sure if we are or our friends are just trying
to be nice.
	"Milo dude, you're smoking hot," My best friend Dean tells me
anytime I ask when we are mobile and I see people staring at me. Honestly,
as much as he tells me I still have doubts. I often just figure it is
because I am usually barefoot, or people are making me either pull on a
shirt or button it up. I spend almost all my time wearing nothing more than
shorts. I will wear boxers if I absolutely have to, but I am generally out
of them as soon as I can. I learned from my dad and most of my friends to
go commando.
	I initially grew up in Cali, but after my parents divorced, mom and
I moved to a small town in Virginia when I was almost ten. She had grown up
there before going to Berkley and thought I needed to get away from the
Cali lifestyle and all its temptations. All I can say, is you can take the
Cali boy out of Cali, but you cannot take the Cali out of him.
	Truthfully, I think the real reason she moved back to Virginia was
she didn't quite care for the fact she came home from work one day and
caught dad in bed with a hot well-hung eighteen-year old bike messenger boy
and the new twenty-year old maid she had just hired. Unfortunately, for
dad, at the same time he and his playmates were occupying each other, my
best friend Adam, had his three-inch cock buried in my throat, while I gave
him dome like the pro-cocker sucker I had become. Mom found me naked with
Adam in bed after she caught dad in bed, I thought she had a coronary after
catching me. She decided right then to take me to hotel for the night while
he packed some of his shit up and moved out. She blamed dad for corrupting
me, but he had nothing to do with me being a cocksucker. Adam and Aaron
were the ones responsible for doing that to me.
	Adam first taught me about sucking cock, after his older brother,
Aaron, had taught him when we were both seven. I spent a shit load of time
on my knees polishing first his, then later his thirteen-year old older
brother's cock. I did not really think of it as having sex, but rather boys
just having fun with their joysticks. I mean if it is so bad, why does it
feel so good. Having your mom try to explain that logic to you when you are
nine is actually somewhat funny. In court, she blamed dad, and ended up
with full custody of me, except for a couple times of year when I get to
spend some time in Cali with him.
	So here, I was a sixteen-year old Cali boy teen living in the
middle of rural Virginia. I had a few good close friends and seemed fairly
popular, but there were times I just wanted to drive a nail through my
brain. Why you ask? Well, I realized about the time I hit puberty, I liked
guys, I mean I REALLY liked guys. If I were still living in Cali I probably
would have already had my cherry popped and been on my second or third
boyfriend by this point, but I was living in the middle of the fucking
Bible belt. Needless to say, my hand and I were now on a close personal
first name basis with one another. Especially after the first time I shot
my load.
	Last summer Dean, my best friend, had his older brother, Asher, who
just turned eighteen, started taking us across Afton Mountain from our
small town to hang out at UVa's McIntire Amphitheater for the Thursday
night Music Under the Stars. Listening to sweet music, watching hot college
guys, and chilling with a few cool teens my age made the thirty-minute or
so drive worthwhile. Dean and his brother often spent most of their time
pursuing cute girls though, when we were not playing Frisbee on the Lawn. I
played shy, as always, so I could avoid having to chase girls. I understood
I would have to perform if I ever hooked up with a girl. I am sorry, but I
am not into bearded clam. Give me a hot guy with a nice sausage, and as my
rural friends are fond of saying and I would be happier than a pig in
shit. Which actually sounds somewhat disgusting if you ask me, but then
again I am not a farm boy.
	This summer my mom demanded I get a summer job to pay for the gas
for the car my dad bought me for my sixteenth birthday. He bought me a
silver Miata ragtop, which he had delivered to my house. Mom knew about dad
getting me a car, but she did not realize what it was until it arrived at
the house. She was not pleased with the type of car, but having agreed I
could have one she could not say anything about it. Dad being the rad
father he was even paid the insurance on the car; I only had to cover the
gas, which he even chipped in for monthly. Dad was cool like that; he
wanted me to know he still cared.
	I managed to get a job as an assistant lifeguard and swim coach at
our country club. I loved being outside in the sun, so before the end of
June I had a nice golden tan going. My job also gave me tons of jack-off
material, though there were times I really needed to wear my lifeguard tank
top in order to cover my almost constant boner some days. Fortunately, all
my co-workers who noticed my wood thought all the girls and women in
bikinis were the cause of my distress.
	Towards the end of the previous summer, Asher warned Dean and me to
avoid the men's room in Old Cabell Hall or at least make sure he went with
us. He told us it was a notorious gay tearoom and without a doubt, we would
end up with our cherries popped by the fags or become cocksuckers. Needless
to say, I became very intrigued to discover a place to experience gay sex
somewhat close to where I lived. Asher kept a close eye on us after telling
us to avoid the bathroom, so I could not check the place out that summer on
my own, but this summer now, I had a car and I wanted to see what the story
really was about Old Cabell.
	I mean sure I would have loved to have one of my cute friends be my
boyfriend and pop my cherry, but I knew it was a pipe dream. So maybe I
could practice my oral technique there having not polished a guy's boner in
nearly seven years. If lucky maybe even learn a few new things from a gay
guy from the college. It was worth a shot, not that I was really sure
anything would actually happen to me.
	I threw on a Madras button up short-sleeve shirt leaving it
unbuttoned and open, and a pair of dark brown cargo shorts and my favorite
A & F leather cord necklace with a small Skelton key. I was ready for
whatever might happen that night at the UVA. I told mom I was going out
with Dean and would be home late, since we were going to the midnight
movies in Staunton. They always showed the same movies, so I knew I was
golden if she questioned me. She asked if I might be too tired to work, but
I told her I was not working the next day. However, would be working
Saturday and Sunday. Dean was on a date with some slut his brother Asher
set him up with, so I knew he would not be stopping by to see me.
	I then bolted out of the house hopping in my car and headed out. It
was a hot, cloudless evening, so I pulled off briefly at the Afton overlook
and tossed my shirt in the trunk before continuing my drive to the
university. I could not believe how horny I got the closer to the school I
got. I was boned big time the entire ride over to UVA. My mouth watered at
the thought of finally having a cock buried in my throat again after such a
long break.
       I pulled into a parking spot along the side of the library. I pulled
a bottled water out of the small cooler I kept in the trunk along with one
of my Frisbees. I debated briefly about putting on my shirt, but decided
against it. It was hot enough to get away with wearing nothing else but my
shorts. I walked up the sidewalk towards the lawn, and had to hop over a
small puddle of spilled soda. I hate getting soda on the bottom of my
barefeet, because before you know it ants will be crawling all over you
foot in no time.
       I quickly jogged across the street towards the Rotunda, once across
I followed the brick path up towards the Rotunda and the Lawn. I am not
normally a person who is into visiting historical places, but being there
on the Lawn looking at all the original dorm rooms I felt a sense of
belonging and peace. Instead of following the brick pathway down towards
the amphitheater and Cabell Hall at the other end of the Lawn, I walked on
the terraced grass lawn. The grass felt cool and soothing after spending
most of the day with my feet on hot concrete at the pool.
       There were a few people lounging around on the grass chatting, a
small group of three hot shirtless college guys tossing a ball around with
their lacrosse sticks. I stopped briefly to watch their sweaty, muscular
bodies, but moved on as I started to chub up big time wondering what it
would be like to blow all three of them. I started wishing I had worn my
shirt, but I was not going to go back to the car to get it. I passed a
hippie looking barefoot guy leaning against one of the trees playing his
guitar. He smiled and nodded to me as I paused to listen to him playing
classical guitar.
       When I reached the cement sidewalk leading to the four various
academic buildings and off towards the amphitheater I had a decision to
make. Go right to the amphitheater or the men's room in Old Cabell. I
decided to risk going into Old Cabell while it was still bright outside. I
walked in one of the side doors just as a blond college guy walked out. He
smiled at me as he gave me the once over. I boned up completely as I
realized he was checking me out. As I started down the hallway towards the
restroom, I looked back and saw him still staring at me with a smile,
before he turned and headed out.
       The slaps of my barefeet echoed down the empty halls of the building
as I approached the end of the corridor. The hall opened up to a connecting
hallway and there was the restroom. I looked around me looking for I do not
know what as I stood in front of the door. I took a deep breath, pushed the
door open, and stepped into the restroom. There was a scrambling sound in
the stalls as I saw two people scramble off the floor as they sat back down
on their toilets.
       My chubbie shot to full mast as I instantly realized what the guys
were up to in their stalls. I steeled myself, before entering the stall
next to next to one of the guys. I closed the door locking it before
dropping my shorts and sitting down. As nervous as I was, my dick was not,
it stretched to its full almost six and a half inch dick length and was
rock hard at the possibility to engage in actual sex for the first time in
over six years. I noticed two small holes on either side of me. I leaned
down looking through the hole at the stall with one of the guys in it. I
could not see his face, but I certainly could see him stroking a nice hard
at least seven-inch average cock. My lil' guy got even harder if that was
possible at the realization of how close I was at last to a real man's
cock. Fuck, I wanted to suck him off so badly.
	I noticed his finger beckoning under the stall. Did he want me to
slide myself under or go over to his stall?
	He softly whispered, "Come down here so I can suck on that," he
commanded me.
	I pulled my feet out of my shorts and knelt down angling my crotch
under his stall wall. I could not help but moan in pleasure as I felt him
begin to play with Milo Jr. and my balls. It had been over six years, since
someone else had touched me like this. Moreover, I loved it.
	Suddenly I felt his warm, wet mouth engulf me as he started to bob
up and down on me. It felt just as incredible as the first time Adam sucked
me. I lost myself in the moment, until he pulled off.
	"Suck on me now," he whispered getting down on his knees and
pushing his seven-inch cock under the stall wall.
	I was too small to bend over with any since of comfort like the
older college boy so I got on my hands and knees and began to lick along
the underside of the unknown college boy's cock. I spent the next several
minutes worshipping his dick, until he begged me to take him in my mouth. I
stretched my mouth wide and slid him into my mouth running my tongue
alongside the underside of his cock. He really seemed to get off on my BJ,
and before I knew it, he had managed to shove most of his seven-inches in
my mouth and down my throat.
	"Fuck ya bitch take my cock," he moaned pushing the last inch down
my throat as he face fucked me. "Goddamn you are one mutha-fucking good
cocksucker slut," he hissed at me ramming his dick in and out of my
mouth. Next thing I knew he reached under the wall grabbing my head and
holding me in place as he sped up. "Fuck take my load cumslut," his hissed
at me trying to keep his voice down as he climaxed. The first couple of
shots of his jizz went directly down to my stomach, but he pulled back
slightly letting some of it pool in my mouth, before pulling completely out
and letting the last few shots spray my face.
	The guy then reached down and pulled up his shorts, before exiting
the stall without saying anything else to me. I was not anything more than
a hot mouth to use and get off in. It was a strange sensation, being
nothing more than a hole to be used. Now do not get me wrong I really
enjoyed sucking the guy off, but had not been prepared for his reaction
afterwards. I scooted back up and sat back down on the toilet. I grabbed a
wad of toilet paper and cleaned off my face of the unknown guy's spooge. He
managed to plaster my face pretty good.
	As I sat there naked thinking about what I had just done the
restroom door opened again. I saw a pair of tanned feet in flip-flops walk
past my stall pausing briefly in front of my stall, almost as if trying to
look inside my stall before entering the stall on the other side of me. My
heart started beating madly as I realized someone else was looking for
sex. I wondered what this guy would be like, and if maybe, he might suck me
off.
	The silence in the restroom almost seemed deafening as I sat there
slowly stroking my hard dick waiting for him to make a move. After several
minutes of nothing happening, I leaned forward to look through the hole in
the stall wall trying to catch a look at his dick. I jumped back
exclaiming, "Shit," finding myself staring at his eye. I heard a slight
chuckle as I noticed him pulling his eye back. My heart pounded as I sat
there trying to get a grip on my emotions.
       I heard him pull some paper from toilet paper roll, and then heard
him reach down and pull something from his short's pocket. A couple more
minutes passed as I sat there occasionally stroking me dick, which for some
reason had gotten even harder before hearing a tap on the bottom of his
stall wall. I looked down noticing him holding a rolled up piece of toilet
paper and a pen. I reached down taking them from him, carefully unrolling
the note.
	His note read, "Hi, would you like to meet me outside so we can
talk and get to know each other before maybe going some place more private
to have some fun?"
	My heart started pounding again as I thought about his offer. My
dick pulsed as precum began to flow like crazy at the thought of having sex
with this mysterious college guy. I wrote under his note, "yes," before
passing it back to him. As I handed the note back to him, the mysterious
guy ran his finger against my hand causing me unintentionally to moan in
pleasure from his touch. Suddenly the restroom door opened with a loud bang
as I heard a couple guys enter talking loudly about the school's chances
going to next year's lacrosse championship. They went over to the urinals
and took a big piss as they continued to talk about lacrosse and their
plans for the evening. Strangely, I got even harder at the thought of being
caught catch by them. I started fantasizing about them using me sexually,
which really did not help matters any.
       Once they left, he passed the note back, "Cool, I'm Quinn. What's
your name?" I wrote, "Milo," passing the note back as I stroked my cock
realizing how close I was to actually having face-to-face sex with another
guy finally. He responded with, "Nice to meet you. I'll meet you out on the
front steps." After passing me the last note his stall door opened and he
left the restroom.
       I waited briefly before pulling up my shorts, trying to adjust my
hard dripping cock as best I could hoping it wasn't too noticeable in my
cargos. I grabbed my Frisbee and my water, taking a deep breathe before
unlocking the stall. As I opened the stall door, stepping out an older man
entered the restroom. He gave me a big smile as soon as he saw me standing
there wearing nothing more than a pair of cargo shorts. He stepped into a
stall smiling as he nodded to me as he shut the door. I headed out of the
restroom and down the empty hallway. The floor felt cool on the bottom of
my barefeet as I headed outside to meet Quinn.
       The music from the band playing in the amphitheater filled the hot
summer air. The concrete finally started cooling off as dusk settled on the
peaceful lawn. A few people were still scattered about the lawn enjoying
the summer evening. I slowly walked around towards the front steps of the
building looking for Quinn, wondering what he looked like and if he would
be good looking. I realized though unless he was a total Melvin I would
probably blow with him.
       I recognized the legs and feet attached to the flip-flops right away
stretched out as Quinn lay back on his elbows watching for me. His crotch
contained a huge bulge, which looked much bigger than anyone at my school
did. He broke out into a huge grin as he figured out I was the guy from the
next stall as I approached him slowly. He was much taller than I was and
his chest filled out his tight tee shirt nicely. As I closed in closer to
him, I noticed the writing on his red tee shirt, "YOU KNOW THAT THING YOUR
BOYFRIEND DOES THAT YOU LIKE SO MUCH? HE LEARNED IT FROM ME." My shorts
suddenly got a lot tighter as my lil' guy popped back up to full mast at
the thought of fooling around with a hot openly gay guy.
	Quinn stood up approaching me, "Milo good to finally see you," he
said extending his hand for me to shake. As I reached out to shake his
hand, Quinn pulled me into a tight hug catching me off guard. "You're one
fuckin' hot stud," he whispered in my ear as he slid his hands down to my
ass squeezing it. I could feel his hardon pressing against me. He ground
his hard cock against mine, "Well I think it's safe to say we like one
another," he chuckled pulling back from the hug.
	I blushed realizing he was talking about our hard cocks. He was
wearing some sort of cologne, which really got my engines going. I just
could not get enough of it, the scent made me want to bury myself in his
chest and hold him.
	"You must be an undergrad, because if you were in my law review
classes I would have already gotten to know you way better already." He
smiled reaching out to caress my chest taking a moment to tweak my small
dime sized nipples.
	He thought I was a student there at UVA, which actually made me
relax a bit. I did not want to have to explain I was only sixteen and still
in high school. He might not want to fool around with someone so young. He
invited me to sit down with him against one of the trees on the lawn away
from the students moving around. We chatted a bit about nothing really
important getting to know one another a bit better. He occasionally would
reach over and rub my legs. He thought it was cool I was a swimmer and
shaved completely. He admitted he thought smooth guys were hot, but only
trimmed his pubes.
	"Hey its pretty hot out here, why don't we go back to my place and
have a couple of brews in the comfort of some AC," he asked giving me a sly
smile. "I'm renting a small place close to campus, so we can just walk
there," he said standing up reaching down to help me stand up.
	"Yeah that sounds good," I replied thinking, "God I'm such dweeb."
I figured I could handle a beer before I had to drive home.
	We walked across the lawn towards some steps leading to a parking
lot and then down another set of steps to the street behind Old
Cabell. There were a number of different size houses lining the
street. Quinn led me to a really small early 1900s brick house.
	"Its small, but I don't have a roommate, so we don't have to worry
about making too much noise," he chuckled as he unlocked the door ushering
me inside. The cold air from the large window AC unit gave me goose bumps,
because I was only wearing a pair of cargo shorts. I was surprised to see
his lil' place was messier than my own room back home. Piles of textbooks,
clothes, empty pizza boxes, and empty bottles of beer were scattered
through the tiny living room. I was startled when I saw Quinn's red tee
shirt suddenly flew through the air landing on the loveseat facing a 42"
flat screen TV.
	"There that feels a lot better," Quinn announced. I turned to look
at him when he grabbed me and shoved his tongue deep in my mouth giving me
the single most passionate kiss I had ever experienced in my short
sixteen-years. "Damn you taste good," he said giving me a big smile. "I've
wanted to do that as soon as I met you, but didn't know how you react to
that in public. Not everyone is as free as I am with my sexuality."
	I must have looked like a deer caught in a car's
headlights. Honestly, I did not know what to expect from this encounter,
but Quinn was already rocking my world and we had not done anything really
sexual yet. I got my first good look at his body as I stood there in his
living room. Damn, he had a beautiful set of six-pack abs and a well-built
set of pecs and powerful arms. I wondered what sports he played, because he
definitely looked like he played sports.
	"Make yourself at home while I get us a couple of brews, here let
me turn on the TV," Quinn said reaching down turning on the TV.
	I'd gotten a lil' soft on the way over, but the porn playing boned
me up instantly. It looked like a kid my age was getting plowed like the
lil' bitch he was by a handsome dirty blond high school kid with a thick
cock.
	"I love watching BARE TWINKS videos, Roxy Red is a hot lil' fucker
who can take dick like a pro," Quinn said squeezing his thick bulge as he
watched the scene on the TV. "Shit let me get the beers, I hope you like
dark beers that's all I drink."
	"Sure that's cool, I like stouts," replied hoping I sounded cool
enough. I had drunk Guinness before and it was not too bad, so I figured I
would be okay with whatever he gave me. I turned back towards the screen
just as the guy fucking the bottom unloaded on his hole before pushing back
in the bottom, Roxy. Damn, it certainly was a hot video.
	"Here you are Milo," Quinn said offering me a Hellrazor beer. "Oh
the next one is really hot too. The actors for many of these films are
barely legal, but you can tell they have been fucking for years before
hand. Fucking lil' sluts needing dick," he chuckled as he sat down next to
me on the small loveseat.
	I sat there as I watched a couple of porn actors, who looked as
though they were seniors in high school fuck like rabbits, as they talked
dirty to one another. The story line was pretty lame, but the sex was
hotter than anything I had seen before. My mom still had adult controls on
my laptop, so I rarely had the opportunity to watch porn on my laptop. I
was limited to looking at pictures semi-clothed hot guys.
	"You're cool right?" Quinn asked me with sly smile.
	"Yeah, I'm cool," I answered puzzled at the question. I was already
feeling buzzed from the beer, it was a lot more potent than anything I had
drank previously. I needed to make sure I limited how much I drank of this
beer, since I needed to drive almost forty-five minutes home later in the
evening.
	He pulled out a huge glass bong that looked like it was built in a
science lab. I had smoked some ragweed pot with a couple of friends before
a few times at a party, but never out of something like this. He pulled a
carved wooden box out and loaded the big bowl with some seriously potent
smelling weed. I watched as he inhaled, pulling the bowl off the glass stem
as he cleared the bong. As he held the smoke in, he loaded the bong and
passed it to me. I did not want to look uncool so I repeated Quinn's
actions. His weed had me totally stoned after a single hit. I suddenly felt
so horny and energized.
	"Pretty good stuff isn't it?" Quinn asked me with a grin as he
indicated for me to finish off the bowl. He stood up as I was taking
another big hit from the bong, and unzipped his shorts dropping them and
his boxers to the floor before picking them up and tossing them on top of a
pile of textbooks. "Fuck that feels so much better," he grinned sitting
back down next to me. "The Beast doesn't like being cooped up," he smiled
as he gripped his thick nine-inch uncut curved cock shaking it at me as if
offering me to go down on him. "Go ahead and get comfortable with me, I've
been wanting to see your hot bod for a while now," Quinn leered at me
lustfully.
	I stood up as the weed hit me full force, I had never been so
fucked up in my life as I was at that moment. I stood there a second
enjoying the fucked up, horny feelings flowing through me, before unzipping
my cargo shorts and letting them drop to the floor. I then let myself drop
back down on the loveseat next to Quinn and gave him a goofy smile.
	"Fuck ya, that's what I'm talking about Milo; I love the total
shaved look on you. It almost makes you look like one of the Bare Twink
actors," he said reaching over to run his hand all over my smooth, hairless
body.
	I could not help but moan in pleasure from his touch, which caused
my six and a half-inches pulse and throb. I passed the bong back to Quinn
and he filled it again and took a massive hit. He held it as he pulled me
on top of him facing him with my precumming dick pressed against his
stomach, as he pulled my head towards his to share a kiss. I opened my
mouth beginning to kiss him as we had at the door. He exhaled the smoke he
had been holding into my mouth and I in turn inhaled it. We shared the
smoke as we kissed for what seemed like forever before he broke off,
refilled the bong, and had me share the smoke with him this time. We did
this several more times, before he got up and pulled me towards the
bedroom.
	"I think it's time for some real fun," Quinn said with a
lust-filled leer as he pushed me on my back on his bed. He turned on his
stereo, techno music began pumping through the room, and I felt as though
my body pulsed in tune with the beat. He then turned on a black light at
the head of the bed and a Micro 3D Laser Effect, which pulsed in beat with
the music coming from his stereo. He climbed on the bed between my legs,
grinning up at me before he dropped down and began to give me my first bj
since I left Cali. His tongue drove me crazy as he worked my cock like an
expert. All I could do was lay there and moan as he blew me.
	As I approached the point of no return, Quinn pulled off suddenly
with a grin, asking me, "So like that dude?"
	"That was fucking amazing," I breathlessly panted raising my head
off the pillow.
	"Cool, because I'm not anywhere near finished with you yet," he
grinned grabbing my legs and yanking me down off the pillows I was laying
on. Quinn yanked my legs straight up before pushing them back towards my
shoulders before he dove into my ass with his powerful tongue.
	"OH FUCK!" I groaned in pleasure from getting my very first rim
job. All I could do was lay there babbling incoherently as he ate my ass
out like it was his last meal. I don't remember doing it, but at some point
I grabbed my legs around my knees pulling my legs back as far as I could
opening myself up as far as I could giving Quinn more room to munch on my
ass. Precum flowed from my cock like water from a garden hose, coating my
stomach and chest.
	I lay on the bed panting breathlessly as Quinn pulled away from
eating my ass. "Damn Milo, you have a tasty boy pussy and it's so nice and
tight almost like you've never had your ass played with," he told me as he
stretched up over me, before shoving his tongue in my mouth letting me
taste the tart flavors of my ass.
      We spent several minutes kissing as he continued to tease my boy hole
with his middle finger. I gasped into his dominating mouth as he slipped
his finger into my ass and began slowly fucking me with it. My mind went
blank from the sensations he started creating in my ass. I had always been
a lil' afraid of being fucked by a cock, since I had heard it hurt the
first time. I could not imagine taking a dick like Quinn's in my tiny hole,
but the feelings from his finger made my ass hungry for more. I had never
been this horny before in my life, but I was reaching the point where I
would let him do whatever he wanted to me. He kept hitting a spot inside me
that made me see stars each time his finger rubbed against it.
      "Yeah you like your lil' boy pussy played with don't you Milo," he
asked me with a lustful smile pulling back from our kiss.
      The feelings from his increasing domination of my body made me pant
out, "YES, Oh God YES! PLEASE DON'T STOP," I begged him.
      "Oh I don't plan to until I give you something really special," he
chuckled pulling his middle finger out teasing my opening hole, before
sliding two fingers in my ass beginning to stretch me open even more.
      I gasped as the two fingers settled against that one spot he knew
drove me crazy. "That's your boy button," he giggled. "I can see you're not
used to having it played with are you?"
      I shook my head no not being able to speak from the incredible
sensations his fingers creating in me. I started wondering what it would
feel like being fucked by Quinn, as my ass seemed to become even more
hungry than it had been before.
      "Are you a virgin?" Quinn asked me with a huge smile. I heard a
squirt before he slid a third finger inside me. It stung and burned making
me gasp for air for a couple minutes before I found myself trying to push
back against Quinn's three fingers as they massaged my colon and my boy
button.
      My eyes widened as I moaned loudly surrendering to the pleasure of
the additional insertion and rotation of his third large finger inside my
tight, but increasingly loosening hole. I could not get enough of his
fingers. "YES!" I gasped as he rapidly pummeled my hole stretching it wider
and wider. "YES I AM!" I howled in pleasure and desire.
      "You're going to give me your cherry aren't you Milo?" He grinned at
me as he continued to pummel and work my hole with his three thick
fingers. He leaned in closer to me whispering, "You know you want to have
my big cock to take your cherry don't you?"
      I heard more squirts of the warm, slippery stuff as he continued to
add more and more of it to my ass. It burned and stung slightly each time
he pulled out and coated his fingers before returning to my increasingly
horny and hungry hole. I always thought I would give my virginity to my
first boyfriend. Yet here I was, laying on the bed of a twenty-four-year
old grad law student I had met not more than an hour or so earlier in a
college tearoom with three of his fingers shoved deep inside my tight
virgin ass. I increasingly hungered for his thick, nine-inch, uncut cock
with a wicked curve to it, to bury itself deep inside me. I wanted to
resist the temptation of giving my virginity to this relatively unknown
college guy, but the feelings he was creating in my ass made it nearly
impossible to resist.
      Quinn continued to wait for my answer, as he worked his fingers in
and out of my ass. Each time he pulled out of me to squirt more of the
slippery stuff on his fingers my ass felt empty after being pummeled for
what seemed like ages by his thick long fingers. His fingers slid back
inside me far more rapidly and easier than previously each time, he pushed
inside me. I felt a warm and almost burning sensation fill my ass as I
realized I now had four fingers buried in my sixteen-year old ass. My moans
now competed against the techno music pulsing in the room.
	Finally, I acquiesced to Quinn's desire to take my virginity. "Fuck
me! Give me that big dick," I begged him, as my ass seemed to demand
something much bigger to sate it's incredible hunger.
	Quinn chuckled, as he pulled his fingers from my ass. "You ready to
give that cherry up to me?" He asked me as I heard the squirt again. "Ask
me again properly slut. Make me believe you want this up your slutty boy
pussy," he grinned at me with a powerful lust-filled leer that made me feel
nervous briefly before the hunger in my ass began to take over my thought
processes.
      I strangely became turned on by the dirty talk Quinn was starting to
use on me, but I knew I was not a slut. Hesitantly, I replied, "I'm not a
slut."
      "Oh of course you are bitch, you were in a public restroom on your
knees naked sucking cock of men your couldn't even see. You still a some on
your face and in your hair slut," he laughed. "In fact, you're wearing
those men's spooge like a badge of honor," he chuckled. "How many men did
you blow before I came in?"
      "I only sucked one guy," I confessed in a lame attempt to defend my
honor.
      "Only one guy? Damn, he must have fed you a week's load of jizz,"
Quinn laughed. "Yet, that doesn't change the fact you are a slut," he
smiled at me. "After all, here you are naked in my bed with your legs
spread wide, begging me to fuck that tight lil' boy pussy. And I can't
resist granting a cute cock sucking lil' slut his wish to have his cherry
popped by my big cock, but you need to ask properly bitch," he grinned as
he smacked my ass hard enough to sting. He grinned at me with a harder
lust-filled look, smacking my ass several more times increasingly harder
each time, "I said beg me properly cunt," he growled at me.
	I did not want to lose my virginity quite like this, but I could
not resist Quinn's demand. I found myself wanting to do whatever he wanted
me to do. The nasty talk was beginning to turn me on, and the spanking of
my ass, damn it made my cock harder and ooze precum. I wanted to resist,
but all his ass work made my boy pussy as he called it hungry for his thick
cock. What was coming over me?
	"Fuck my pussy," I heard come from my mouth, but could not believe
I said it. "Fuck my slut boy cunt," and with that offered my ass up to this
handsome twenty-four year old man, who I barely knew.
	"See I told you that you were a slut," he said with a grin grabbing
my legs yanking them up, while spreading them wide. He scooted in closer up
till the tip of his dick was touching the outside of my hole teasing it
with brief pushes forward, but not enough pressure actually to enter me.
	Quinn stretched over and grabbed a couple things from his
nightstand as he continued to tease my ass with his cock. He lit a lighter
and inhaled from a wooden pipe, as I smelt the potent fragrance of the weed
we had been smoking earlier. He kept inhaling so long I thought he would
run out of space, before he finally stopped. He leaned down towards my
mouth and I opened my mouth instinctively realizing he wanted to shotgun
me.
	I opened my mouth as his lips touched mine and inhaled the potent
smoke deep into my lungs. What an amazing feeling sharing someone else's
breath and essence like this. When at last I could not hold it anymore, I
exhaled into Quinn's hungry mouth. We kissed like this until at last there
was no more smoke and I was higher then I had been before.
	"Here take several big huffs from this. It will help you relax," he
whispered to me with a smile as he scooted much closer to me, but I could
not feel his cock prodding my ass anymore as he did so.
	I held the open brown bottle and took several big huffs up each
nostril before handing the bottle back to Quinn who quickly followed
suit. Suddenly I was hit by a wave of intense pleasure as the vapors hit me
hard. I feel back against the bed as I felt like I was flying. "OH FUCK," I
moaned as I embraced the sensations from the drugs and music.
	The next thing I felt was a violent hard thrust forward into my ass
forcing my eyes to shoot open as I realized how much of Quinn massive
nine-inch cock now buried itself in my no longer virgin ass. As I opened my
mouth to scream he covered my mouth with his and began to kiss me like
there was no tomorrow. Once distracted he forced another three inches
inside me, before violently shoving the rest of his cock in me as I felt
his huge shaved balls settled on my smooth sixteen-year old ass cheeks. I
was completely impaled on Quinn's thick curved nine-inch uncut
twenty-four-year old cock. I was no longer a virgin; my cherry had been
good and popped by someone I did not even know. Strangely, I found myself
pushing back against him, my burning ass wanting even more. Quinn was right
I was a slut.
	"I see someone likes a big dick up their lil' boy pussy," chuckled
Quinn as he noticed me pushing back against his trimmed pubes. "Well I can
certainly help you with take," he said standing completely up on the bed as
he rolled me back on my shoulders. Once I was trapped in this position
Quinn began to fuck me like the bitch he had called me. He pile drove his
cock in me and in time had me moaning and begging for it harder.
	"OH...FUCK...YES...FUCK...YES," I moaned as Quinn pounded me hard
and faster I was loosing any control I ever had and just surrendered my
body and ass to him to use me however he chose. I could not get enough of
his cock in my boy pussy.
	"Damn you have one tight cunt boy," he grunted as he continued to
pound down into me. "You were definitely a virgin, but you're no
eighteen-year old," he grinned evilly at me as he ground his cock inside
me. "So Milo how old are you really?" He asked me slowly pulling his cock
out of my upturned ass. "Boys who lie don't get any dick, so how old are
you boy?" He asked me in a deeper meaner voice.
	I knew I was screwed and not the good way I had just been, I had to
tell him the truth and hope he was not too pissed at me. "I...I'm sixteen,"
I confessed.
	"Really?" Quinn suddenly smiled at me. "Sweet sixteen and never
been fucked before? Damn, this is a mutha fuckin' shame dude," he grinned
as he lowered my legs back down to the bed nestling up close to my ass,
before sliding back inside me forcefully. "Shit your cunt was made to take
dick. If I had known you when you were eleven or twelve. I would have
broken you in right, so you would be a full fledged slut by now and not
just one in training, bitch," he panted at me. He once again began to long
dick me, but now forcing me across the bed and into the headboard and not
into the bedsprings.
	"FUCK ME!!!" I howled encouraging him to pound me even harder,
which he seemed more than happy to oblige.
	Strangely, the thought of Quinn fucking me at eleven or maybe even
earlier when I was still back in Cali turned me on even more and made my
cock ooze even more precum. It would have been fun to have him as a
babysitter teaching me all about sex. I think he realized I was thinking
the same thing as he was, so he started really slam fuck my ass. Even
though there was an AC pumping cold air into the bedroom, we both dripped
with sweat from our increasingly animalistic fuck.
	Quinn suddenly ripped his dick from my ass and flipped me on to my
stomach. A couple sudden hard stinging smacks rapidly stung my ass. "Up
bitch up," he commanded me to assume a doggie position. He smacked my ass
with another couple of stinging smacks even though I was in
position. "Raise it up faggot, come raise it up like the cumslut you are
fag," he ordered demanding me to arch my ass upwards and to spread my legs
wider.
	"Take some more huffs slut, its time to liven this party up," he
chuckled squirting more lube in my now gaping hole.
	I did as told and took several more huffs that were massive from
the mysterious brown bottle. My head started spinning again as I went
flying from the stuff in the brown bottle. Next thing I knew Quinn's large
smooth balls were slapping hard against my smooth ass cheeks and he rapidly
long dicked me into submission. I collapsed on my arms and head as he
worked my boy pussy over as if he were to drill through to my throat. His
repeated pummeling of my hole also was giving my boy button as Quinn called
it a serious workout. I could feel my balls begin to tighten up as he
pounded me. The wicked curve of his cock seemed to guarantee he hit it
square on each time he slammed hard back into me.
	Each thrust into my ass made me moan and beg for more of his
dick. Whenever he sensed I was about to blow my load he pulled out of me
and rubbed my ass and back. "Not yet baby boy, I'm enjoying your pussy too
much. You were made for dick," Quinn whispered as he gently kissed my neck
and licked my ears. He seemed to know how to play my body taking me to
increasingly higher levels of pleasure I never imagined. I was his to use.
	Quinn pulled out of me panting hard as he flipped me back on my
back. He spread my legs wide in his arms as he thrust hard back inside
me. "I want to see your face when I bred you slut," he leered lustfully at
me as he began to slam fuck me like never before. The room was mixed with
sounds of thumping music, my moans of pleasure and Quinn's forceful grunts
as he worked to fill my ass with his load. Unconsciously I reached out and
helped hold my legs back as he ground deep inside me making sure he could
not get inside me any deeper.
	Finally, I could feel the tingling in my balls as they tightened
up. There would be no stopping them this time as he pulverized my boy
button. I was going to shoot my spooge without touching me cock.
	"FUCK!!!! OH FUCKIN' GOD!!!! CUMMING!!!" I howled like a
banshee. My jizz actually stung my face I shot so hard. As I started to
fire the second shot, Quinn joined my howl.
	"FUCKIN' TAKE IT BITCH!!! TAKE MY LOAD!!! SO FUCKN' GOOD!!!"
	He collapsed next to me as his cock softened enough to slip from my
ass. We laid there on the bed looking at one another with silly grins of
contentment. He leaned over and licked my face of cum as he started feeding
it to me. His feeding me my own cum soon turned into a passionate creamy
kiss as he pulled me against his powerful chest.
	"Damn babe, you are one hot fuck," he grinned at me.
	"Thanks you too," I replied not knowing what else to say. "I guess
I'm not a virgin anymore," I chuckled.
	"No not anymore," Quinn laughed as we lay on the bed together.
	"Now what?" I asked.
	"A little recharge is in order, and then I can think of a few more
things to do with you before the night's over," he chuckled as he slipped
first two fingers back into my ass, before adding a third and fourth finger
and then finally his thumb as he began rotating his hand deeper and deeper
inside me. "Yeah I have some definite plans for that ass tonight before you
go back home," he whispered in my ear as I moaned partly in pain and partly
in pleasure as he forced more of his hand deeper into my still gaping
hole. "After all you are my bitch aren't you?"
	All I could do was reply with the truth, "Yes I am yours," as I
surrendered my body again to him.


The End


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