Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2013 04:21:10 -0500
From: Less Shirt <less.shirt@gmail.com>
Subject: Unexpected Faggot

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author is not the character and
does not condone sex with minors in places it is illegal. Before reading,
please make sure that is legal for you to do so. Any names, physical
descriptions, or events similar to that of real life are simply
coincidence. Please, enjoy!


The sun was getting low in the sky and I thought that it was about time
that I finished up for the day and head home. Since early this morning I
had been raking leaves in my neighbor's huge yard. He had somewhat of a
stately manor, or at least that's what I liked to think of it as. Compared
to the rest of the homes in this part of Virginia, it was pretty big.

My name's Harley and I just turned 16 not too long ago, back in June. On my
birthday my parents gave me a new car. Nothing special, just a nice car
that got good gas mileage and wouldn't threaten to breakdown on me. Since
then, it's been my task to earn the gas money, so I've taken to doing yard
work for my neighbors. Nothing tough for a boy of my height and stature.
Being 5'9" and nicely toned, I'd say raking and hulling a few leaves
wouldn't be really tough. I've been doing it since I was old enough to hold
a rake anyway.

The current client, the owner of this big house, was a really tough guy.
Mr. Ricci was a famous calendar model and bodybuilder back in the day. He
has a hard time shutting his mouth and has told me all about how he's
invested his money in stock and other trade practices I don't really care
about. Apparently it's made him really wealthy, enough to own a couple
acres, but not enough to hire a full gardening service. He's actually been
my only client so far, and seems to be the only one I need. He doesn't seem
very frugal and loves to give me at least $100 for a days work.

I was heading back up to his house, a nice long walk, when I saw the lights
on in his garage and the doors left open. Mr. Ricci had a thing for fast
cars and nice alcohol and big cigars. Personally, I think he has a thing
for drugs too. That's probably why he's always sitting out here, drinking,
smoking a cigar, and watching some type of sport. It was the dream, and
I've actually joined him for a football match on the rare occasion that he
asked me to come over. Mostly I come because he lets me bring friends and
gets all of us drunk, lets us skinny dip in his pool, and crash in the
guest house. It was cool because he had two sons too. Lazy fucks, but
really cool potheads that would offer me joints and blunts made from
expensive cigars. It was always good shit too. Mr. Ricci's had become my
place to be at.

Walking in, the man had his back turned to me and was standing shirtless
over a car, admiring the insides. There was cigar smoke hovering in the air
and I didn't want to just walk in, so I knocked on the open door. "Hey, Mr.
Ricci. I think I'm finished for the day."

The big, muscled Italian turned and looked at me, raising a hand. "Hey,
Harley. Get a lot done?" He started heading over to the fridge.

"I got like ten piles raked and moved into the woods. Everything's still a
little wet so it was kinda tough."

"Sucks. Come sit down and have a drink with me." The man pulled out a full
six pack of Platinum and went over to the entertainment section of the
garage. The man had a projector screen for his TV and three big couches
with reclining seats. It was basically the setup of every man's dream. It
was hard to resist his offer and so I took a seat on the couch opposite of
him and grabbed for one of the beers from the pack he had put on the table
and chugged over half of it in one go.

"Thirsty?" We both laughed lightly at his comment and started talking about
his cars. Apparently he wanted to put a supercharger on his '67 Sting Ray.
The thing was a beautiful black and only had a couple thousand miles on the
original engine. I didn't understand the point in doing work to a car like
that if you weren't going to drive it. He told me that he liked to show it
and for 5 years it had sat in the showroom of various dealerships along the
east coast, earning it the nickname "Show Whores."

In the middle of the conversation the dude stood up and reached into his
pants and started scratching his nuts really rough. He took his good time
with it, still holding that cigar with his free hand and pointing around at
other cars, telling me the stories I've already heard many times before.
There isn't much complaint I have if this keeps me in good favor with the
man, since I really could use that money.

We had gotten around to different conversations, talking about college
plans and sports and stuff that actually involved me talking. Before I knew
it I had drank 5 of the beers to myself. Maybe I was really thirsty. Now I
was really drunk, and my words were slurring together, and I wasn't making
much sense, and I was laughing at everything. "I just want to make it to
the point where I'm like as good off as you and don't have to like worry
about where I'm going to get money and I can just stay home all day and
watch sports and model and get pussy all the time. You know? Fuck school, I
just want to get a job already and make some good cash. You know?"

At this point Mr. Ricci was just laughing and smiling at how fucking gone I
was. "Yeah. I know. Hey, I don't think you should go home looking like
this. Your parent's aren't going to be too happy when you walk into your
house wasted. Come into the house and I'll get you something to eat." I
stood up and nodded slowly, then tilted my head back and finished off the
last of my beer and put it down. The dude came up and patted my ass and
pointed to the door and I followed out.

We made it into the house and I went to a stool at the bar in the kitchen
and sat down, crossed my arms on the counter, and laid my head down. All I
ever cared to do when I got drunk was sit and enjoy the feeling. Ricci came
up behind me and put a hand on my back and asked, "You okay? Feeling tired?"

I nodded my head slowly and he laughed. "Alright. Come on." All of a sudden
the man had his arm under my knees and around my back and picked me up in
his arms. My eyes opened wide then and the man laughed at the surprise on
my face. Being drunk I wasn't going to complain about the man carrying me
around, at least I didn't have to walk.

We made it into a big bedroom and he laid me on a messy bed that looked
like it should have been made up nicely, but wasn't. I was too drunk to
care and pulled the huge fluffy comforter over myself and cuddled up and
closed my eyes, not yet falling asleep, but drifting on the edge for awhile.

After a few minutes the blanket moved on the other side of the bed and
someone got in the bed with me. For a second I wasn't thinking straight and
didn't really think about who it was until they came up and started
spooning with me. I reached a hand back and felt around, groping a bunch of
muscle. Then I sobered up for a second and realized that Mr. Ricci had just
got in bed with me.

Mentally, I started to flip out. This was so gay and the dude had his hands
all up on me. Grabbing my waist and shit. Then I felt it. His dick was way
hard and way big, and I felt it pushed up against my ass, all the way to my
back. That thing was huge, and made sense to be attached to him. I had
always thought of him as a roid meathead, so I used to joke around with my
friends about how his dick was so small and his arms so big that he
couldn't even jack off or wipe his ass and had to have a maid do it for him.

Then It got extra weird and the dude started lifting up my shirt and then
sliding off my pants. "Yo, dude! I'm not gay!" Suddenly I had sobered up
and sat up really quick and turned around. Mr. Ricci was up on an elbow and
just staring at me. Then he got this creepy grin on his face and slapped a
hand on my chest and pushed me back down onto the bed.

"I'm not gay either, but I've been noticing that pretty ass of yours." He
slid a hand under me and grabbed a handful of my cheeks, making me jump.
"That thing is really nice and I've been getting off to it lately and I
want a piece."

That's when he grabbed the collar of my shirt and ripped it straight down
the middle. "Dude! What the fuck?!" Then all of a sudden my mouth was on
his and he was pulling my hair and then his tongue slid in my mouth. Lets
keep in mind that I'm still drunk at this point, so when I started to relax
and let it happen, that was just my horny teenage reaction. I'm not gay, I
swear.

Mr. Ricci's hand made it's made down my side, tickling me and making me
jump a little, finding its way to my jeans, where he started to undo them.
Slowly but surely he got them loose and managed to slide his hand into my
underwear and start to rub up on my semi. So, I moaned into his mouth
because it felt really good and I hadn't been touched by anyone since I
broke up with my last girlfriend a month ago.

My hands reached up around his neck and I pulled him in and started really
sucking on his tongue and swapping spit with this older dude who was
letting me grind my dick into his hand. Then he broke it off for a second
and reached the hand up, covered in a thin layer of my precum, which he
didn't hesitate to lick up and then spit back out into his palm. It was
pretty gross, but still really hot. Then his hand went back down there and
he started giving me a handjob. It felt so goddamn good that I was actually
moaning and had to put my wrist in my mouth to keep from being so loud. I
felt something wet on my nipple and looked down to see him flicking it with
his tongue, which for some reason really set me off.

Before, I knew it I felt like I was getting really close and went
wide-eyed. In my drunken state I didn't even think about telling him and
just started groaning into my wrist and lifting my hips off the bed. The
first wad spit out onto my chin and down my chest, just missing the dudes
face. Then Mr. Ricci noticed and went down and actually put my dick in his
mouth and took the rest of it in his mouth. There was like 6 or 7 more
shots that he took in his mouth before sliding his lips over my dickhead,
making me jump a little. Then he came back up and got face-to-face with me
and grabbed me by my jaw and started kissing me really rough, and then
started Frenching it. I already made out with this dude so I didn't
understand why he was being so rough until I felt my mouth fill up with
what I thought was spit, but tasted really weird. Then I realized what was
going on. I slammed my hands up into his shoulders and tried to push away,
but this dude was a powerhouse. No amount of years playing lacrosse could
condition me enough to push him off me, but that wouldn't keep me from
fighting.

His hand had moved to the back of my head and was holding me there in a
passionate kiss while I tried to worm my way out of it. Then I felt his
free hand back on my dick, which was already hard again. It moved down to
my balls and then his hand was going further, and then this guy was
touching my asshole. I was so shocked that I ended up gulping down my own
cum and a bunch of Mr. Ricci's spit while I was at it. My eyes were
clenched and I was seriously freaking out now, and being drunk didn't make
me any more rational.

When his finger wouldn't slide in while he tried to push on it raw, he
broke the kiss and reached up and tried to swipe some of my cum off my
wriggling chest. I was about to get up and get away when he somehow managed
to grab both my wrists in one of his huge hands and pin me down. "Where do
you think you're going? I'm not done yet." That's when I realized that one
of these dude's fingers was about 6 inches alone and weren't really skinny.
If he stuck a finger in my ass I was in for a good stretching. I mean, I've
played with my asshole before, but I've never gone further than a finger
tip with a little spit to get me to blow a big load.

Well, I had already blown that big load and Mr. Ricci had just scooped up
some of it and was smearing it on my hole. "You're going to like this.
Trust me." I was doubting that. Then his finger started to work its way in,
wiggling slowly in. My teeth started clenching involuntarily when he made
it to his first joint, then started to bring it out, only to push it back
in to the next knuckle. Then he pulled out and smiled at me. "You're not
fighting now. I told you." He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked
everything off it and then pulled it out with a good amount of thick spit
on it, using it to push his finger in deeper. After a few more in and outs
and a bunch of moans he had gotten his whole middle finger up my ass.

It did feel really good and I think I was too drunk to notice any pain,
because I had expected it to hurt a lot more. His finger sat in me for
awhile and then he began to wiggle it around inside me and push up on what
I knew was my prostate. I moaned really loud and kind of arched my back to
move away from the pressure. I've read things on prostate massaging and how
older guys have their wives do it during blowjobs and shit, but had never
done anything like that. This was all new and I was super sensitive to his
pushing on it. "You're really liking that, aren't you?" I looked into his
eyes and he was smiling really big, but then it went away and he let go of
my wrists and brought his hands to the back of my head and we were swapping
spit again.

When we kissed it was easier for me to close my eyes and just enjoy the
sensation. We were making out for like 2 minutes straight while he swirled
his finger around inside my ass, making me moan into his mouth. Without
even thinking I reached for my dick and started beating on it. I was
getting really into it and started grinding into his hand. Then I was
getting close and I think he noticed, because he broke the kiss and slowly
pulled his finger out. I felt empty inside and sadly wanted it back in. Was
I turning gay? After all the times I've called other guys fags and shit,
I'm suddenly the one doing it with a guy. Plus he's older than my dad.

Mr. Ricci put his arm around me and rolled over onto his back, pulling me
on top of him. "You're so fucking cute." He slapped my ass and I jumped,
making him laugh. Suddenly, I was starting to sober up and my dick was
going soft. Then his finger found my asshole again and I lost it. All of a
sudden I was nothing better than a faggot that liked taking it up the ass.
It wouldn't slide in as well and so he spit on two fingers this time and
tried pushing those in.

"Fuck... me." His face lit up as I said that and I just lowered my lips to
his neck and started sucking on his tan skin. He started to laugh heavily
and forced both fingers in with a quick thrusting pull. "Uhhnnnnn..." My
mouth was just drooling down his neck, but my dick might have been drooling
more on his stomach. Those fingers were like heaven and they started
pushing in and out. First in short quick motions and then to longer strokes
and after like 3 minutes he was pulling them all the way out and shoving
them all the way back in, giving a nice grunt every time while biting his
lip. "Deeper..." I was really moaning like a faggot now.

"I need to fucking taste you." I didn't know what he meant by that, but he
sat up and pushed me onto my back, grabbed my thighs and threw them up over
my head and grabbed hold of my ass. His tongue made contact with my hole
first and then his lips wrapped around practically my whole crack. If his
fingers were heaven then his tongue was God. I'd fucked around with a lot
of girls and tried a lot of different shit with hot chicks, but nothing
compared to this. My dick was leaking so badly it started dripping onto my
face. Good thing my eyes were closed, lost in the euphoria as his tongue
started snaking its way into me. He slapped my ass and growled into it,
scraping his teeth on the soft pink skin of my ass crack. His fingers dug
into my pale ass and he ate me out like it was his first meal in days.

My body kind of went into comatose and was suddenly woken up with
convulsions as I groaned and came without even touching my dick. It
splatter all over my face and I didn't even care. My eyelids fluttered as
my eyes rolled back and weird sounds came out of my throat. I just gripped
to the white sheets as tight as I could and tried not to scream. That
failed, and suddenly the room was echoing with my shouts. "UGGGH! FUCK ME!!
Shove it in there deeper! Oh my god...!!"

I came down out of my high, and he lowered my ass back into his lap. My
body was still dealing with these new feelings and I would randomly shake.
Mr. Ricci just stared down at me and smiled, laughing each time I jerked
about. When I came back out of my other world he was leaning over me,
licking the cum off my face and swallowing it. "That was fucking awesome. I
think I might be gay man..."

"Nah. Even the straightest dudes like their assholes played with." That
didn't make me think I was any less of a faggot. "My turn though." Not
knowing what that meant, I kind of just went along with the motions. Mr.
Ricci sat up and flipped me onto my stomach and then grabbed my waist and
sat me onto my knees with my face still in the bed. "Stay just like that."
His hands grabbed both my cheeks and he got on his knees too and leaned in
and started sucking my asshole again. I was moaning again, but it was only
briefly. He crawled forward and started drooling all over my hole.

Then, while jacking himself off on his knees, and started to shove three
fingers in. That other side to me came back and I started to push back onto
his fingers, sliding them into me slowly. "You're so fucking tight. I love
a straight boy ass. It's always so tight. There ain't a pussy in the world
I've fucked yet that matches an ass like this." He finger fucked me again
for a minute and then pulled his fingers out and licked them clean before
spitting a loogie into his palm and smearing it on his dick. Thinking about
that, I looked back and stared at the one-eyed anaconda. Mr. Ricci was
uncut and his dick was a nice tan color, matching the rest of his Italian
skin. While he was rubbing it his foreskin would come up and cover his head
then go back. I'd only seen uncut dicks in the locker room, and never were
they hard.

I was about to get fucked by a huge uncut cock. For some reason I felt
really ashamed, like a huge pussy fag, but then I just said, "Fuck it." Mr.
Ricci gladly obliged and grabbed my waist and slid me back toward him. He
held my ass with one hand and guided his dick with the other, lining up
with my hole and slowly pushing his hips forward. It didn't hurt that bad,
and I was wondering why girls always complained. Then the head cleared my
hole in one swift motion and I yelped and tried to pull away. He saw ahead
and had already grabbed my waist with both hands again and held me in
place. "Pull out. Pull back out! Please!" I was moaning and yelling it at
the same time through my clenched teeth.

"Just relax. Take it like a good bitch."

Now I was this dudes little bitch. Sure, I had done a lot of shit for his
money, but I didn't think I'd stoop this low. Not only was I a faggot, I
was this big dudes little bitch boy. But, for some reason, that got me hard
and I just took a bite out of the sheets and shut up. That's when he
gripped tight to me, as if to hold me down, and slid himself into me in one
slow, drawn out thrust. It was all in me now, and it felt like it was in my
stomach. Like, I could reach through my abs and grab hold of the big
sausage.

Thank God he held it there for awhile, because that seemed to dull the
pain, or make it go numb. He started to slide out and it felt like I was
taking a dump. But then he pushed back in and started slowly jabbing me
with short, quick thrusts. I was moaning into the sheets and Mr. Ricci
smiled.

"You like that? Huh?"

"Mhmmm!!" I was groaning into the sheets.

He lifted one of his knees while still in my ass and propped his foot on
the bed, giving him more room. Then he put a hand on my back and pushed it
down really roughly so it wasn't sticking up any more, and used his foot to
spread my knees wider. Then he started slapping my ass back onto his pelvis
again and again, giving of small grunts each time. "Yeah. That straight boy
ass loves my dick. Taking it like a little faggot."

My dick was swinging back and forth and I was just drooling a puddle into
the mattress. My body became puddy and he was working my ass over. The room
was filled with the sound of my ass slapping into his pelvis and the
sloshing of my insides and the wet sliding of his dick, in and out. It was
going so deep into me, I could feel it pushing on my insides. It was so
hard and I swear I could feel the veins pulsing on it, and the blood
rushing through it. I was loving those grunts and just laid there, letting
this man have his way with my ass. It felt so good, and everything inside
me was rearranging to accommodate his huge cock.

He pushed all the way in with one big thrust that pushed me forward and
ripped the sheets from my mouth. Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms
around my chest and lifted me up as he leaned back and laid down with me on
top of him. His hands found my knees and he pulled them up to my chest and
bent his own knees, lifting his ass off the bed. Then he was thrusting up
and down, holding me in place as he went up and down, in and out. I could
hear his breathing and he started licking on my ear and whispering to me.
"You like that deep in there. Don't you? Stretching you out and fucking you
raw. You're such a little whore. Always asking for money but never riding
my cock. I'm gonna fuck you everyday now. No more raking leaves, you're my
personal little jock boy whore. Only good for getting fucked and sucking
dick."

My tongue was hanging out the side of my mouth and I barely understood what
he was saying. I turned my head and started to kiss him. Our lips made
contact and then I was kissing him. He stopped fucking me and let me turn
over. His hands found my ass and raised it up some and then just started
fucking again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sucked on his tongue,
occasionally pushing my own past his lips and playing a nice game of tonsil
hockey.

"Damn boy. You're so tight." He broke the kiss and went right for my neck,
biting to it tightly. I groaned at the pain and just held still and let him
have his way. There was no fighting this man. Anything that he sincerely
wanted out of me was now his. My body was at his disposal. I was just for
his usage.

"I'mma nut! Fuck it's coming! I'mma fill that sweet little ass! Ugh!" He
started going really fast and was digging his nails into my plump ass
cheeks, pulling me closer to him. "Gonna breed you! Take my baby batter!
Making you pregnant!" I felt the hot liquid start to pour into me in a rush
as he slowed his thrusts and gave a nice long moan, like when you take a
piss. Never would I have expected it to feel so good and so right sitting
inside there, but it did. Part of me actually wanted more.

We kissed again and made out for another minute or two before we rolled
over and he started to pull out. Our bodies separated and our stomachs were
both covered in a layer of my jizz. "You certainly liked that a lot." He
smiled at me and I actually managed to smiled back. This certainly wasn't
the last time this was going to happen.