Date: Fri, 30 May 2003 20:22:17 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Danny Boy - Part 2

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic
events between males. If you are offended by such material, are under the
legal age to read such materials, or live in an area where it is not
allowed, don't read this story. In the world of this story the characters
do not always practice safe sex. In the real world, everyone should
practice safe sex and use a condom.

I like to hear from my readers. Please send your comments and suggestions
to bertcarley@goldrush.com


Danny Boy - Part 2

One day I saw this new guy who worked at the Service Station where my dad
always bought gas and had repairs done to the two family cars. I figured
him to be in his mid 30's. Sure, he was older than me, then 17, but I
already liked older guys with experience, dominant guys that could really
satisfy my newly acquired taste for light kinky stuff. This service
attendant was tall, dark and handsome, very macho, actually sizzling HOT.
He definitely looked like he could take care of my sexual needs without a
problem. Most of the time, he was dressed in a uniform when he was working
the pump-island waiting on gas customers. However, when he was working in
the bays on auto repairs, he was dressed in only a tight, torn tee shirt,
well- worn, faded Levi's, and motorcycle boots. Once in awhile, when it was
cold, he wore coveralls and a denim jacket. He always had his sleeves
rolled up so his tattoos were visible.  He radiated sex appeal. Both dad
and I couldn't keep from following his every move. Albert would catch his
eye and give him signals clearly indicating he was interested as he filled
the family car with gasoline, washed the windshield, and checked the
oil. He would tease us with his crotch grabbing action, knowing that we
were watching him strut around with a semi down his pant leg. He obviously
wore no underwear, and was always well defined. He was a big tease.
Regardless of what he wore, he always looked deliciously juicy. I could
tell that my dad was going to get into that one before too long. Dad would
step out of the car, follow him around having him check the oil, air up the
tires. Dad and I both would be drooling watching the merchandise. I heard
my dad ask him what his name was. It was Jake! Jake was a bit younger than
my dad was. My dad was as blond and as pretty as I was, only older. We both
would have made very pretty women.

It wasn't long after that and one night dad came in late with a guy. I was
tired and stayed in my room rather than joining them like I sometimes
did. They were smashed, laughing and making a lot of noise, which woke me,
up. I just went right back to sleep. Who ever this guy was, he had Albert
not just moaning, but screaming. "Yes, YES, YES," half the night. After the
guy left, dad woke me and told me this guy was awesome, I missed a real
good time.  When he told me it was Jake from the station, I knew I had to
get some of him too. At the station, Jake always gave us what I considered
a special smile through the glass as he washed the windshield after that
night. He always displayed a nice semi and made sure his sleeves rolled up
so his tattoos were visible to my dad, a tattoo worshiper like me. He
always lingered, strutted his stuff, rubbing his crotch, making pop very
nervous. He caught me staring at his tattoos and crotch in awe more than
once too; so he most likely figured, "Like father, Like Son!"

The station wasn't far from where we lived. I made it a point to walk the
extra few blocks so I could pass by there to and from school each day. I
was now a senior. Each time I passed by the station I found one excuse
after the other to make eye contact with him, smile, and try to get him to
make conversation or small talk with me. Just watching his movements
excited me.  I found myself hanging around the station every afternoon
buying candy bars, cokes from the vending machines each afternoon watching
him. I eventually started sitting on a customer's bench doing my homework
regularly, always watching him out of the corner of my eye. He soon
realized I was always watching him and checking him out. He boldly came up
to me one afternoon and checked me out as he purchased and drank a coke
from the vending machine, constantly watching my reactions to him and his
conversation as he made small talk with me.  I was a younger version of my
dad, a look alike, so he immediately felt comfortable around me. He asked
me how old I was and I lied and told him I was 18, making me of legal age
in California. He looked at me and said, "You look like jail bait to me,
probably 16 or 17, but you sure are a pretty blond indeed, pretty just like
your daddy." When my eyes went over his body and lingered on his crotch as
we talked he started 'to strut his stuff' for my benefit.

Jake was originally from Oklahoma. He had the nicest low southern drawl
when he talked; it fit him to a tee. He soon realized by my actions that I
was interested in more than small talk.  He turned me on big time and I
guess I did get a bit flustered around him when he lit up a cigarette and
offered me a drag once he had it lit. See how he was making me fidget, he
sat right up next to me on the long bench, put his cigarette to my lips. He
was so near me I could smell his maleness. I concentrated on his smell, so
taken with him. He purposely rubbed up against me and my heart raced. I
could hear my own heartbeat in my ears when I automatically opened my
lips. He held the cigarette to my lips. I took a small puff and immediately
blew out the smoke. It tasted horrible! He obviously knew I was not a
smoker.  He laughed, grabbed my knee with his other hand, rubbed and
squeezed it before he said, "Not a smoker I see! Well good for you!" He
quickly ran his hand up my thigh giving it a nice firm grip until he almost
reached my crotch. My lips parted and I let out a soft moan, indicating I
liked what he was doing. He quickly removed his hand, ran the hand through
my soft, long, blond hair and said, "You are one pretty little she-male
indeed; you turn me on. If I knew you were 18 for sure, your ass would be
mine Blondie -- there would be no escaping me."  At that very moment, the
bell rang and he rushed off to the pump-island.

The next day when I sat on the bench, he was almost with me instantly
taking a break. I realized, each day his conversations switched to sexual
topics with me, he started lifting, squeezing, and readjusting his basket
with his left hand when he talked. I watched his every gesture. He was
obviously getting himself hard, bolder, showing me exactly how I affected
him and what he had for me. I had never seen a guy do this before,
especially so openly. I found myself paralyzed staring at his actions and
his growing basket. He prick teased me for over a week, constantly excited,
whispering suggestive sexy things under his breath in his conversation,
knowing I could hear him. Jake kept calling me "Jail Bait, too young to
fondle, but way to pretty to ignore!" However, he got increasingly more
suggestive, until he could see he was really turning me on big time. Then
he got very bold with me and started touching me as he spoke to me. He kept
telling me how much he liked me! He eventually added, he would like to "nip
my nipples, lick my ass, and screw my boy-pussy."  He knew I was his after
I continued to come by after he had verbally prepared me for what his
intentions were.

One warm day I sat on the bench and asked him about his tattoos. He took
his tee shirt off almost instantly so I could see all of them. He smiled
and said, "Ok, now let me see your nipples, they look huge under your
shirt." I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it far enough that he got a good
look at my clear white hairless chest and nipples. His mouth dropped open!
He licked his lips and said, "Fuck girl, look at those babies; your nipples
are huge and make my tongue waggle. Would I like to suck on those babies!"
The combination of seeing this hunk hard, and listening to him talk me up
had me so frustrated and hot. I just didn't care who saw me; I had to have
what he had inside his Levi's fighting for release. I put both hands to my
nipples and began to play with my own nipples until they hardened and stood
up like two tiny mountains. This obviously took him over the top; he turned
on to me now. He was very well endowed indeed, actually huge, from what I
could see straining against his crotch. Without any hesitation, I leaned
forward, put my hand on his manhood, smiled at him, then squeezed my
fingers around the shaft, rubbing up over the dick head a couple of times.

He whispered, "Fuck girl, you really want it, just like your old man's
pussy did!"  Without waiting for an answer, he put huge hands on my
shoulders, spun me to him, pulled my ass cheeks against his crotch and
rubbed up and down between my ass cheeks. He was excited, indeed excited
with a raging stiff. His filthy hands and fingers spread grease and oil
over my nipples as he squeezed and tweaked them. His heavy breathing was in
my ear as he whispered, "You want my dick, you got it girl!" He had a good
grip on me as he guided me through the shop, motioning to another guy to
cover for him as he passed. He guided me out the back door, heading for the
bathroom with my ass cheeks bouncing roughly against the hard bulge in his
crotch most of the way. My feet were barely touching the concrete he had
such a hold on me. The men's bathroom, he found occupied. He uttered,
"Fuck," then further guided me on to the women's bathroom. The minute we
were inside he locked the door and lifted his tee shirt up and off. I had
previously seen the tattoos that ran down each arm, but now exposed were
all the massive tattoos over his shoulders, chest, and back. He tossed the
tee up on to the paper dispenser, unbuttoned his Levi's and let the crotch
flop open. He wore no under shorts. There lay a mass of black hair down the
center of his chest, over his six-pack, his navel, and continued down
spreading as it covered his groin. He guided his hard cock from the left
side, lifting it and his two huge balls up letting them loose so the whole
package flopped before my eyes jetting from the nest of long black hair. I
just drooled for a moment.

I couldn't believe my eyes; the shaft of his cock was tattooed. It had a
snake circling it with the head tattooed clear to the end of his foreskin.
There was a row of studded piercing; all with silver studs up from under
his low hanging balls all the way, up to where the balls attached to the
cock shaft. The underside of his cock head had a Prince Albert cock
piercing with a huge silver ring dangling. He was hard, so his cock head
was slightly exposed. His balls hung like two long slabs of raw meat below
his crotch. He also had rings dangling from each of his nipples. He was
indeed glorious, to good to be true! I was in heat!

He wasted no time in pulling me to him again. He leaned over, sucked on one
nipple as he pinched and tweaked the other. He put my hands to his
nipples. He gave me one order, "Pinch and pull on the rings girl." He kept
saying "Harder, Harder," until his dick was totally expanded and pulsating
against me. Once fully extended, he quickly shoved me to my knees between
his legs and fed me the tip of his dick. It was already oozing pre-cum. He
said, "suck it baby, suck Jake's big dick! It is what you want baby? Come
on, Blow it Girl!" The big silver Prince Albert rubbed on my tongue as I
sucked him. It felt weird, different, cold, yet, rather nice against my
tongue. He leaned up against the metal stall wall, locked his thighs
against my face and fucked my face. It only took about three minutes and he
was ready to blow his wad. When he stiffened, he crammed his dick into my
mouth and spasm after powerful spasm of his skeet and seed shot over my
tongue and down my throat. I thought he was all done, when suddenly he shot
another full load. His cream flowed from the corners of my mouth and
dripped down my chin and neck.  He quickly pulled from my mouth, lifted his
cock up by the silver ring and guided my lips and chin down over the studs
running down the center between his balls. When he began to settle back
down, he stepped away, put his tee shirt back on, tucked it into his Levi
and he buttoned up. He did all this so fast I was still on my knees. He
pulled my face into the Levi material covering his crotch.

"Come back later, I get off at 7pm and I'll take you around the world baby!
You sure got a nice ass on you baby, names Donny, right?" I told him yes
and he said, "Later then Donny!"  At that, he lifted me to my feet, spun me
around, popped me on my ass and headed for the door. He left me standing in
the women's bathroom with the taste of his seed stimulating my taste
buds. Before I finished washing my face and neck, a woman entered. I rushed
past her and out the door. I remembered Jake had run his hands and fingers
through my long blond hair while I was blowing him, just as Louie does. I
thought, "I think he likes me," as I walked home to meet Louie who I had
kept waiting.

I didn't go back that night, as I was with Louie, but the next afternoon
after school I was right back sitting my ass on that bench hoping for more
of Jake. Sure enough, he wasted no time in motioning me to follow him into
the men's bathroom. After that, I would catch his eye and head for the
bathroom. Minutes later he would join me, already excited and hard. It
became a regular afternoon treat for me. Eventually he started laying
kisses on my lips before he got dominant and assertive with me, pushing his
dick between my lips. It was not long and he was fondling and squeezing my
ass cheeks, lowering my slacks and under shorts, rubbing his hard dick up
in the crack of my ass and rubbing my inner thighs making me breathless. I
stopped him before he spat on his dick and tried to enter me. I told him I
would let him do that to me, but not in this filthy bathroom. Though he had
me breathless, really wanting to get corn-holed, I pulled up my pants,
dropped to my knees and blew him as usual. I continued to blow him at the
station.

He kept coming by the school on his days off wanting to take me to his
place. I was not quite comfortable getting in his pick-up with him as I
stood no chance of escaping his aggressive nature once inside his vehicle
if he wanted to rough me up. One day he handed me clean HIV test results
for himself as he talked with me through the lowered passenger window,
still trying to get me to jump in his pickup. I smiled and said, "Well
great, you're clean, but I'm not doing it in your pickup!" He answered, "No
Baby, I'm taking you to my bedroom; I even cleaned it and put on clean
sheets for the occasion." He gave me a big smile and patted the seat for me
to get in. He realized he was going to loose out on getting me into the
truck with him unless he could get me instantly hot for him. He quickly
lifted his tee up and off while he talked sexy to me. He opened his Levi's
fly, pulled his dick and balls up and out for display.  He stroked it a few
times, then let it flop over and lay against the seat cushion between his
spread legs. The snake and the cock ring caught my eye immediately. He
rubbed and pulled on his nipple rings a couple of times and his dick began
to grow. The head popped from the foreskin and that is all it took to make
my mouth water and my legs unsteady. He could see the effect he was having
on me; so he gave me a big smile, then motioned me inside the cab, again
tapping on the cushion beside him. He licked his lips and said, "Come on
Donny, I'm clean and you know you want this big dick of mine up the
wazoo. Just for you girl!"

I could not resist his invitation to do what I had been dreaming of doing
for weeks. I jumped in the truck with him and immediately put my hand over
the snake. He put the pedal to the medal and we were off in a cloud of
burning rubber. He only went a very short distance, pulled into a driveway
and parked around back of a large apartment complex. He buttoned up, and
led me straight to his first story apartment, which turned out to be only
four blocks from my house. He didn't live alone, by the looks of things.
There were two Harley Bikes in his living room of all places. They were all
torn apart, parts were spread around everywhere, but he had laid a large
plastic tarp down so oil and grease would not stain the carpet. There were
empty beer cans, dirty ashtrays, glasses and dishes everywhere, a real
bachelors pad. It smelled like dirty ashtrays, stale beer, motor oil, and
Mexican food. The place was a disaster area, an accident waiting to
happen. He led me past that mess, down the hallway, opened a door, and
pulled me into his bedroom and shut the door. It was much better, the bed
sheets seemed clean, it smelled clean, free of cigarettes, and it seemed a
bit organized. It seemed like he had cleaned it up knowing that he was
going to get me to come home with him this very day. The adjoining bathroom
still smelled like pine-sol. Jake went right to work getting me nude after
he shed his tee, boots and socks. He left his Levi's on, but open, exposing
himself again like before, knowing it would turn me on to him quickly. His
cock and balls hung out of the bush. He was still semi-hard and the head
partially covered by the protective skin up to where the Prince Albert held
it from totally covering his dick head. Just the very tip of his cock head
exposed on the topside. He left the room for a short time, returned with a
six pack of beer. He flipped the lids and handed me one as he chugged his
down in what seemed two long gulps. He burped, opened another and took a
few swigs as he headed for the bedside table. From the drawer he pulled a
joint and a lighter. He made it glow, than passed it to my lips and said,
"Suck it up baby!" As we drank and smoked a few more he very skillfully
removed my clothing, rubbing, massaging, and tweaking my nipples as he
worked. He took his time, one hand working over my nipples as his other ran
over my ass cheeks, in the crack, then down over my inner thighs.

His rough and callused hands felt wonderful against my soft tender skin. I
immediately put my nose to him as he worked. His chest hair tickled. I
inhaled deeply; a low moan flowed from between my lips. He could see I
liked his masculine aroma; so, he took me by the long hair with one hand,
drove my face and nose all over his moist chest hair. The grass doing its'
usual trick on me; I had what I always called the emotional shakes. I was
cold, shivering for a few minutes; then a surge of warmth flowed through me
and I felt all wonderful inside. My heart was beating like a tom-tom and
sweat was dripping from my brow. My tongue and lips went wild licking
moisture and salt from him. My nose was sending his wonderful scent to my
brain. I was floating now, totally involved in the pursuit of pleasure. He
lifted one arm, then guided my nose directly to his damp pit. He let loose
of my hair with the other hand and it went back to pinching my nipples. I
totally lost myself in his aroma and the moistness of his aromatic pit. He
got hard quickly rubbing his dick against me. He realized I was ready,
totally submissive now, ready to be molested - his captive and bottom. I
was just moaning with lustful emotion as he put my hands to his nipples and
told me to twist and pull on the silver rings. I liked how his rough
foreplay and assertiveness increased, as he became excited. I was his! He
began to nibble and suck on my nipples, rub his hands up and down over me,
especially my inner thighs, my favorite foreplay. Jake was all over me; I
could not resist him.  He spat on his fingers and guided one into me, then
added another; soon the thumb was in too.  I rotated my buns, loving it! I
just opened for him and rode his fingers. He reached for a jar of Petroleum
Jelly, removed the silver cock head ring, and greased up. His dick was in
me pushing its' way, searching for the warmth within me. When it got to
that notoriously sensitive and favorite spot, I just melted back against
him. He moaned, then asked, "You really like dick in you girl, don't you?"

I muttered, "Oh Yea, Fuck me!"

He said, "Your wish is my command girl, you can bet on that!" He rotated
right there on my prostrate gland, his two hands and fingers working my
nipples. He continued to rotate and massage my love spot until I was
fucking my ass over his dick.

"Mmmm yes! Fuck me Jake, I love it!" My moans and screams quickly did a
number on him.  He was pounding my ass and biting on me. He quickly buried
himself within the confines of my love canal, and let me do all the work
pounding my ass back against his dick. I was moaning and making
high-pitched squeals every time his dick touched and rubbed on my hot
spot. I worked myself up into a physical frenzy, to a point where his balls
were slapping against my ass cheeks with each plunge. The cold steel studs
that ran down between his balls were bouncing against my ass sending waves
of a new pleasure up into me I had never before experienced.

I screamed, "Rub your balls hard against me Jake, the STUDS, give me the
STUDS!" He rubbed them back and forth across my sensitive bottom and
thighs. All I could do was utter, "Mmmm, Mmmm, Yea Jake!" He then took
control of me physically, guided me on to my knees on the bed, into the
doggie position and started humping me, still rubbing the studs against my
bottom each time he buried himself in me. He had me moaning and thrusting
my ass back over his dick, rotating it, lifting and falling, rubbing
against those studs. I was on fire, in cunt heaven, and he knew it. He
began to nip and bite on my neck and shoulders, steadily getting more
aggressive until he could not hold back any longer. He stiffened, buried
his teeth in my shoulder and filled me with his hot juices. He continued
pumping until he blew his seed again, in less than two minutes. After that,
it took him quite a while to climax the third consecutive time. Finally he
slumped over, his weight fell over me and we went down into a side roll on
to the bed. He pulled from me, rolled me over and scooted up over my chest,
sat on me and fed me his semi until he was hard again and scooting a hot
load down my throat. I could not believe he was so prolific. What a cock!

When I opened my eyes, I realized we were not alone in the room. His
roommate was standing over us at bedside, jacking himself off. He was a
monster, at least six-six, hairy and had a dick on him like a mule. Yes,
his dick was like that of a bull, a stallion, or a four-inch diameter
rubber hose, well over a foot long. He looked like a professional wrestler,
loaded with muscles and tattoos. I had never seen anything so huge as that
dick on him. Jake said, "Donny, meet Tiny, my roommate. Looks like he is
stoned! When he gets stoned, he is an animal, right Tiny?" Jake looked over
at me, smiled and said, "Don't worry girl, he will not fuck you, he is a
J/O freak, especially when he is stoned! All he wants is an audience so he
can perform, make the best of it girl!" Tiny stepped up on to the bed and
stood straddling us. I could not help myself; I reached up and touched it
to make sure it was real. He liked that and spread his feet wider so I
could reach him easier. I grabbed his huge loose ball sack and pulled on it
as he jacked on the shaft. Within minutes he was shooting his wad all over
me, covering me with his skeet. I sat up and kissed it. He never said a
word, just smiled, jumped down off the bed, grunted, then turned and looked
down at me. I looked at him and said, "Bring that big thing over here
Tiny." He wasted no time stepping up against the bed where I could reach
him. I sat up on the edge of the bed, lifted the monster dick and put the
head in my mouth. It barely fit between my teeth. I tried to slide more
between my teeth but that was all I could get beyond my lips. He got hard
again immediately. His dick was like it had an air hose attached, inflating
it so fast. I ran my lips and tongue around, sucking on that bulbous
mass. He just threw his head back and moaned. He stayed perfectly still for
quite a while, then started to shake from the knees until his whole body
joined in. He was pinching his nipples now, moaning and leaning into me. As
he came, he fell forward over me almost choking me with his mass and
load. It took both Jake and me to lift Tiny off me and on to his feet
again.

Tiny leaned over, smiled, planted a big wet kiss on my lips and
said. "Thanks, that was great; it has been a long time!"

After he turned and left, I said, "Weird Dude, but what a dick on him,
Huh?"

Jake said, "Yea, he is mostly a solo guy, but he likes to shock people with
that Big Dick of his! He has never found anyone that can service it
properly; so solo has become his specialty, especially when he has an
audience! I think you shocked him in taking him like that, it doesn't
happen often anyone will even try, let alone getting him off. I'm afraid
you will be his princess for life now!"

Jake threw me a towel from the nightstand and said. "Clean us up girl!"
After that afternoon, Jake was constantly pursuing me after he got off work
every day for more fun and games.  Since he had a pick-up, he had a high
priority rating for my attentions, because he would take me places when I
skipped school on his days off. Soon, other than Sidney and Louie screwing
me, Jake was a regular Top guy for me too, especially when he and Tiny
treated me to my first taste of their special kink. He would get me in his
apartment, cuff me, blindfold me, then nip and suck on my nipples and
rosebud until he got me so hot he could do just about anything he wanted
with me. He always liked to be the dominant force. If Tiny were around, he
would be involved, watching and fondling me too as he jacked
off. Humiliation was part of Jake's routine, his foreplay. Tiny would do
anything Jake asked him to do to me. Jake would call me his fucking whore,
his cunt, his pussy, and give orders to me like a drill instructor in the
Army. He had Tiny eating my male pussy until I got so hot I begged for a
fuck. Tiny really went wild and it usually ended up that as Jake screwed
me, Tiny fed me his dick. Tiny wasn't the smartest guy, just a bit retarded
or something. He always told me he loved me when I would blow him. The two
never did get violently involved with me, but they displayed and taught me
kink once they got me stoned and in submission. Heavy nipple play,
spankings, golden showers, enigmas, making me hold the warm soapy water in
me until I was ready to burst. Tiny loved to eat my she-male pussy. He
would lay me over the back of the sofa or the end of the bed, spread my ass
with his rough hands and eat me for hours as he watched television. He
would always clean me up with his tongue if he or Jake left traces of their
sperm on me. He loved to suck Jake's juices from my rosebud. Tiny's head
would bob in my ass as if he was bobbing for apples in a tub full of water
on Halloween jacking himself off and moaning. It would get me so hot I
would beg to be screwed again an again. Then Jake would step back up and
fill the request. He loved to make me beg for his dick, a good fucking.

He uses to jack off all over me too sometimes with Tiny. Sometimes both he
and Tiny would eat my pussy until I was bouncing my ass over their
tongues. I soon learned that Tiny liked to jack off between my buns, then
lick me clean of his own juices. They would have a contest to see who could
shoot the farthest distance and still hit the target, usually my open
mouth, other times my rosebud. Jake could shoot cum four feet across the
room, and that always impressed me, especially his first big load of the
day. He wouldn't always hit the target, but he would certainly cover my
face with his scoot. Tiny on the other hand, never could hit the target,
but when he finally skeet, he unloaded what seemed like a full cupful each
load. I had never had anyone treat me to this type of kink before these
two. I liked it immediately. Jake could see that, and dominated me the
minute I was in his presence getting Tiny to help him with their
games. They constantly thought of new ways to keep me returning for more.

When Jake had his Harley back together and running again, he use to take me
for rides when I would skip school on his days off. My grades slipped a bit
again as I got totally involved with him. He and Tiny in fact, rounded up a
full set of used leathers for me, including boots, a headband, all made of
brown leather rather then the usual black like they wore. The jacket and
vest had long leather tassels along the seams. Even the leather pants had
leather tassels. They were definitely women's gear. There were two zippers
sewn into the garment. One started at the crotch inseam and ran up the
front just below the waistband. The other ran from the crotch inseam up the
back seam ending just below the waistband. When open it left everything
available for a hungry man. They said I looked like a princess when they
fit it to me one evening, tightening the side lacing until everything fit
like a glove. I will say, I made a dashing beauty when all decked out. I
asked them why they dressed me in brown rather than the usual black
leather. Their answer was because brown went better with my long blond hair
and blue eyes. My dad never knew I was hanging out so much seeing Jake and
Tiny. Had he, I don't think he would have approved, as they definitely
would be considered rough trade and scooter trash, good for a one-night
stand, but not regulars. He constantly warned me that eventually that type
would turn on me, not to get too involved. I knew they were rough trade
types, but I just could not resist Jake and Tiny now no matter how much I
tried. They really made me steam when they got me going!

I soon found out that they and their buddies each spring would start making
the rounds going from one County Fair to the next on their bikes, all
through the summer, every weekend. Jake kept wanting me to go with him, but
I knew if I did, I surely would be caught and grounded for life by my
folks. However, after I graduated from high school the first part of June,
I got a job in a 24-hour convenience store. My hours varied from day to
day, but I always knew when my days off would be. I would work the
undesirable shifts, trading other employees that didn't want to work them
in exchange for their weekends off. Jake had finally convinced me to go on
a bike run with them the very week I was to have a full weekend. I told my
parents I would be working all weekend and staying with a school buddy who
lived across town near where I worked. They trusted me always; so, I had no
problem getting away for the weekend with Jake, Tiny and his Biker
Buddies. I went to the Sonoma County Fair with them that weekend, riding
behind Jake with my long blond hair in a long ponytail that flew in the air
as we rode. Mind you, I was not quite 18 yet, running with 35 to 40 year
old guys, all clad in leather on their Harley Bikes going for an entire
weekend to this County Fair. Weeks before Jake and Tony had taken me to a
tattoo shop and had my ears pierced and a little red heart tattooed on my
right ass cheek, a little butterfly tattooed on the other. Jake had
purchased a set of long dangling earrings that had a small cross that
dangled from a chain. He wore one in his left ear; I wore the other in my
right ear. It was wonderful riding that distance with the smell of fresh
air mixed with the smell of leather, motor oil, and Jake next to me. All I
had to do was lay my nose against his back as we traveled and inhale his
manliness. I loved it right off!  They stopped often at taverns along the
route they were familiar with drinking and playing grab ass with another
young guy I later found out was only 15 they called Dee and me. The more
beer they drank along the way at each watering hole, the more they each got
sexually turned on to us. They finally, drew straws to see whom we two
young she-males were to ride behind the next leg of the trip. Once we were
on the open road, the guy I was with would take his dick out and have me
play with it until he exploded all over his Harley's gas tank. When we got
there, they drank both beer, wine in the taverns, then rode around the area
having fun.  Dee, the other she-male and I were being groped and pawed
constantly by all of them. I was not use to drinking like that, so I was
reluctant to drink enough to get drunk and make a fool of myself in public,
being only 17. It was hot, dirty, and this was not what I had expected to
do all day - neither had Dee expected to spend so much time smoking pot,
drinking and being sweaty and feeling hot and dirty.

At a restaurant, they cleverly slipped a couple of uppers into our
coffee. It did not take long and Dee and I began to loosen up and enjoy
things. Soon they had us drinking more beer, eating brownies laced with
pot, and having a wonderful time with them. I ate more than enough brownies
that I was not only high from the uppers, but also stoned. The guys were
leading me around the fairgrounds stoned out of my mind. The stuff kept me
horny and with a big stiff groping the guys when ever they were near
me. Dee was about in the same shape. He was as fucked up as I was. They all
had their fun playing tricks and getting us to do crazy things, seeing we
were totally out of it. Once they all learned of the zipper in my leather
pants, they had their fun exposing my buns and running their sweaty fingers
up the crack of my ass playing finger fuck with my rosebud. They got me so
hot; I would suck one off as the other screw me in a quite spot in the
Fairgrounds while a third guy kept guard. Dee wore a leather/ suede skirt
with nothing on underneath and they were doing the same thing to him as
well.  They kept us both stoned and drinking all afternoon and night
Friday. I was having a ball, feeling great, and they all treated me extra
special, touching, putting their arms around me, fondling and treating me
like a princess. Sweaty fingers were constantly running up into my rosebud
by one of them. They kept me breathless with their antics. I went from one
to the other rubbing up against them until they would put a finger in me
and work it around. If I could get him hot enough, I would be ushered into
a bathroom and fucked. I turned into a first class slut. The more I got,
the more I wanted. They all loved my long blond hair and loosened the
ponytail so my hair would blow in the wind. I loved their scents and would
bury my nose in them whenever I could without getting pushed away. They
rubbed their noses and fingers through my hair in the bars telling me how
pretty I was as they rubbed their crotches against my ass cheeks getting
hard and excited.

They made sure I stayed high and stoned. I loved the attention, so did
Dee. We were in she- male heaven. The guys had already started to smell
very manly in the heat of the day. The combination of leather and their
smell intoxicated us. It didn't take them long to realize we liked their
smell of leather and slick sweat covered bodies. As each guy turned on to
us, he would usher us into the man's toilet or out behind the bar, feed
their dicks to us. If I could get a guy hot enough, I would pull up my
zipper far enough to give him access to my honey pot, insert his meat and
ride the bull home. The same was happening to Dee; Red Headed Dee's skirt
was up over his waist quite often. I swear that Dee was only 15 years old,
but he loved to fuck as much as I did, possibly more. The guys all thought
he was 18 too. Legal age in the state of California was 18. Dee and I were
having the time of our life servicing the guys.

By evening, they set up camp; each rolled out their sleeping bag, as we
all, of course, were to sleep under the stars. We sat around drinking and
smoking pot for hours telling stories, singing and watching the stars. Jake
ordered me around as usual, waiting on them, scurrying for beer, what ever
they wanted. Dee's guy did the same with him. Every time we would bring one
of them something, our reward was always the same. The guy would grab us,
pull us to him, put our hand on his crotch, embrace us, and give us a long
wet kiss. Hey, I ate up the attention. Soon, they told us they had a
special game they wanted to play with us. They called it "Spin the Bottle!"
It wasn't exactly the same game I played as a child. They all gathered
around, spun the bottle all right, but the guy it pointed to excitedly
jumped to his feet, grabbed me, lit a joint and forced me to toke it down
with him. Then he started kissing and fondling me. The others gathered
around and removed my clothing, fondling me as much as they could until I
was nude, excited and loving the attention. They all took their cocks out
and rubbed them all over me. He then led me off into the dark to his
sleeping bag and had his way with me until I heard a bell ring. He led me
out of the dark, back to the group again. The bottle spun again and another
guy jumped to his feet, lit another joint and forced me to toke it down
with him, fondling and kissing. Again, the others gathered around, fondled
and rubbed their cock against me until I was crazy stoned. He too led me
off into the dark to his nest until the bell rang again. This went on for
hours, each having their way with me.  They were doing the same thing with
Dee. They kept us stoned, pored booze into us, and paraded us around until
the wee hours of the morning. When I did wake up, the sun was shining. I
was still nude, cuddled up with Jake in his sleeping bag. Later that
morning, Dee and I were up trying to clean ourselves up, in a stream that
ran by where we camped. I looked at Dee and he had bites and hickeys all
over him. I soon realized I had bites and hickeys all over me too. My ass
was full of cum and it dripped from me.  I had no idea how many times they
passed us back and forth between the six guys that night. I obviously had
been most accommodating all night, loving it, having the time of my
life. However, my pussy was on fire, actually throbbing with excitement
yet. Dee said his was too, so we looked forward to what they would do with
us Saturday and Sunday. We joked about it, laughed and prepared ourselves
for another two days of getting all we could.

I got so much dick that first outing; I became addicted to their wild
parties and wild sex. It was usually a group of five to eight guys
regularly on the weekend runs to county fairs through the Mother Lode
Country, even down the coastline. A few of them brought their girls, but
usually it was Dee, another young cutie they called Tye and me. All weekend
long, the three of us serviced all the guys and loved every minute of
it. Soon, I was sneaking off with them whenever I could, lying to my
parents, just to be partying with them. I loved it! I had never eaten
brownies laced with pot, or taken uppers before in my life. I especially
loved getting high and stoned with the guys! It made me loose all my
inhibitions so I was only interested in having fun and sex. The "Sleeping
Bag Shuffle," as I called it, was the highlight of each evening. During the
day, I just followed them around, riding with one or the other of them,
holding on tight and playing with their baskets. I had more sex at my
disposal than Carter has little liver pills. One of the guys named Drake
had brought coke with him and tried to get me to get high with him. I knew
better, knowing it was dangerously addictive and expensive to boot.

Saturday night, when Drake had his turn with me in his sleeping bag, he put
some coke on his dick head before he screwed me. As he was screwing me he
told me what he had done, letting me know when it penetrated the membrane
of my hot pussy I would go crazy and love it. I was very upset with him and
tried to get away from him, but he held me to him with his hand covering my
mouth until the stuff took hold of me.  Sure enough, I turned into a wild
woman for him before the bell rang again. It worked quickly. It set off a
new and wonderful sensation inside me. I had never felt this good before;
it was the best ever! I found myself seeking him out Sunday during the day
to do it to me again. I just could not resist going to him for more. I
couldn't get enough of this wonderful feeling, and before long, Jake was
wondering what I was up to spending so much time with Drake all day. When
he found out what Drake had done with me, Jake and Drake got into a verbal
pissing contest, then a real physical fight.  Drake was older, bigger,
stronger, and soon Jake backed off. Drake had me exclusively for the rest
of the day and night. I followed Drake around like a puppy dog, constantly
begging him to turn me on with the coke again. He was very accommodating,
and eventually had me begging him for his special kind of ass pleasure.
Drake was also from my hometown; so, the rest of that summer I was running
to him constantly. He had me addicted to him and the coke before the summer
was over. I knew better, but I just had to have that wonderful feeling
rushing through me that only he could deliver. When the summer was over I
was in deep do- do, hooked on the stuff and scheduled to go off to college.

Then it was off to college. I was fit-to-be-tied for awhile, obviously
going through withdrawals, wanting him and the stuff too. I was nervous,
cranky, upset and wanting Drake for over a month before I finally settled
back down to normal and could think straight and study. It was very
difficult not seeking out coke during that month. Good thing it was so
expensive, or I probably would have continued using it. I was smart enough
to know that I must not seek out coke again or I would turn out a full time
addict, because I loved how it make me feel when administered directly into
my bottom. I was going through withdrawals from the coke and didn't even
want sex for quite a while.  I studied hard and tried to be a good boy and
keep myself busy. No one even suspected my she-male history. After months,
I did let one guy I just could not resist, screw me once in awhile, but
told him to keep it a secret or he would not get it anymore. However, when
I came back home on holidays and in the summers on vacation, I just could
not resist my first love, Louie. I found myself running next door to be
with him almost immediately. Damn he was still HOT, even yet, then in his
early fifties, and as good looking as ever, even with the graying hair. I
inquired around about Jake and found that he had moved, but no one seemed
to know where he now worked or lived. I really was hoping to run into him
and the guys. I went to a few of the nearby County Fairs thinking I would
run into them and finally I did. They had not changed much, and kept me
entertained for the weekend again. My how they knew how to turn me on to
them. I found out the addresses and several of all of them before I left
for home that weekend. I also found out that three of them lived near
me. Jake had moved way up north, miles and miles from me. I visited the
three close to me on and off during the summer. I was very careful not to
get hooked on coke, and only drank and smoked pot with them.

Soon Stan, one of them was calling me every week wanting me to spend my
days off with him. Stan was a black guy, not really handsome, but
attractive. His huge dick made up for his lack of physical beauty. Soon I
realized how much better a big dick could satisfy my bottom side. I always
found a way to be with him when he called, as he was extra special, he and
I really fit well together. He knew just how to push all my buttons, even
better than Jake, Tiny, Drake or any of the other guys were able to
do. That summer vacation was heavenly. I became Stan's exclusively, all
summer that year. In fact, when the summer vacation was over and I went
back to college, Stan quite his job and followed me. He found another job
quickly, as he worked in commercial building construction. We lived
together off campus for the two years before I graduated. I was happy as a
lark living with him too. He kept me off the streets, out of the bars and
fucked me silly. He was one HOT DUDE!

I only went home for special holidays, and once or twice during summer
vacations during those two years before my graduation. Stan worked,
insisting I not work during the summer for those two years. He said, "No
woman of mine is going to work, and that's final!" He made me into a real
wife in those two years. I learned to cook, clean house, shop, and managed
his finances, paid his bills for him from a joint checking account, and
stayed young, soft and beautiful for him. He loved my light blue eyes and
long blond hair. Every time I wanted to have my hair cut, as it was a never
ending job to keep it looking good, he would look at me and say, "Not on
your life girl, don't you dare!" He bonded with me and even bought a
wedding band for both himself and me to wear soon after I moved in with
him. He said it would keep the vultures from hitting on me! He had one of
those long tongues that would reach to the tip of his nose. He could roll
it into a tight cylinder shape. He loved to work that baby up into my
bottom and eat me, especially after he dropped a load of his juice up into
me.  He could make me cum sucking on my ass with that baby. He was one of
the few real men that would actually blow me once in awhile just to show me
how much he loved me. He would never swallow my juices, always passed them
back to me with a kiss, but at least he would do it. He would always say,
"That's how much I love you Donny!"

After I graduated from College, I became a draftee into the US Army. Stan
was devastated, so was I, during the six months of basic training. I was
upset, lonely and really needing and longing for him. I called him every
night when it was possible, and we would have telephone sex together. It
obviously wasn't enough for either of us! One evening, I saw a couple of
tall good looking, black Men nude in the Showers. Was I ever impressed what
they had hanging between their legs. I could not believe the size of
them. They were even bigger than Stan was; whom I thought was huge. Well, I
just could not control the feelings that rushed through me when I looked at
them nude soaping up their beautiful black bodies under a steaming
showerhead. I loved Stan, and these black guys really reminded me of him,
making me horny.  They seemed like Perfect Ebony Statues, much better
looking than Stan. Just looking at those Black Ebony's did me in. The next
thing I knew I was timing my showers so I would be nude in the showers
awaiting their arrival every night. After dropping the soap a few times and
pointing my ass at them as I bent over, striking up a conversation with
them, they obviously could tell I was interested in more than taking a
shower. I did everything short of throwing myself at them. I would get
excited with a semi, even make goo-goo eyes and stare directly at their
meat. They played games with me for awhile, playing with themselves, while
they showered until they were semi-hard too. They would watch me squirm and
fluster night after night. I was really getting frustrated and ready to
quite my boldness and forget the whole game shit.

Days later, they finally made an assertive move on me. One of them played
with himself openly and got rock hard as he showered. He smiled at me as I
watched. Finally he just joined me with his bar of soap and started rubbing
his hands and the soap all over me. I just melted on the spot under the
flow of hot water and let him soap me up and rub himself up and down in the
crack of my ass. I got so excited! Without any resistance, I opened right
up for him. He fucked me right there in the shower as his buddy kept
lookout! Then they traded spots, and the buddy took his turn with me. It
became a regular thing every evening.  About that same time, Stan informed
me that he couldn't go without sex and had another she-male he was pumping.
Before long, she had moved in with him full time. He said he still loved
me, but at least for now, I best not call him collect anymore, as he didn't
want to make his new girl upset. This news came at just the right time for
me to bond well with the guys in the shower each night.

They knew eventually we were going to be caught doing our thing in the
showers, and they both wanted to be working me over together. One evening
they talked me into joining them in the two-man room they shared and locked
me in there with them for a few hours. The few hours turned into all night.
They turned me "Every way but loose that night!" It didn't take much
convincing and I moved in with them. The rest was history. They both fucked
me every night for awhile until they could see I had bonded with them to a
point where they had me totally submissive and genuinely in love with
them. Then they started getting kinky with me. I didn't really want to get
back into that scene with them or anyone, even knowing I had liked it in
the past with the motorcycle crowd. I moved back into the barracks the next
morning. I thought they would realize I didn't want their kink and come
back to me promising not to do it any more. Well it worked for awhile. They
got none, and I got none! They finally came to me with the promise that
there would be no kink. I still wasn't convinced! I finally rejoined them
again, fell right back into their web, when they showered me again with
their gifts and presents. They said they wanted me back with them and just
would not take NO for my final answer for their attention. They told me
they loved my blond hair, hazel eyes and soft white hairless skin. Sure
enough, missing their attention too, I moved back in with them both. After
I got use to their size and their wonderful lovemaking, which was intense,
but not kinky anymore, I couldn't get enough of them. They turned me into a
crazy woman, loving them both working me over at the same time. They were
clever, and slowly worked light kink back into their lovemaking. I resisted
again and moved back into the barracks. This time they not only showered me
with gifts, but they teamed up and would corner me in the hallway at night
and force me into their room with them. They would stuff a sock in my mouth
and have their way with me, continuing to lure and entice me with their
gifts and presents. There was no way of getting away from them. Every night
I found myself caught and dragged off to their room, treated to what they
wanted, this included kink. They continued to shower me with gifts,
thinking that made it OK, I guess! I became their sex slave this time,
without any choice. In time naturally, they had me accepting their
kink. Eventually I found myself liking and wanting more as before when I
was running with the motorcycle rough trade guys! They kept it up until I
became submissive! They eventually had me wanting more and more of their
kink, as they turned me on to it little by little. In time, I was hooked,
totally submissive for them. I can't think of anything they didn't try on
me. They soon had me liking it, wanting it.  Damn they could turn me on
with their kinky games! They actually would pinch and bite on me making me
scream with pain at first. They would not stop, but continue until the
endorphins in the pain receptors of my brain would kick in and the sheer
pain would turn to sheer pleasure. Then I was where they wanted me; totally
submissive and letting them try anything they wanted. They had me trained
well in time. They got me to do more and more with them by refusing to give
me any dick until they played there kinky games with my body.  I would do
anything for them, as long as they would reward me with what I wanted in
the end -- some Black Dick in me. I turned into a total sex slave for
them. I soon loved pain, knowing it would soon turn to sheer ecstasy and
cause me to have internal organisms, one after the other. Then when they
would give me some dick, I soon became totally addicted to having their
Huge Ebony's bringing me to one internal organism after the other.
Eventually, I would have the huge external explosion and I would send cream
flying everywhere. Those huge dicks could make me cum three or four times
in succession before I would collapse, unable to stand sometimes after
screwed so severely. Sometimes I could barely walk the next day. My legs
would go to sleep and they would have to massage them before I could even
crawl out of bed on to my feet every morning. They turned me into their
private slut, showing me off to all their black buddies.

After my eighteen months in the US Army, a truly unforgettable experience
with Black Men, my taste in men had changed drastically. I became
exclusively a chocolate lover for quite a spell, until I realized most of
them used me rather than loved me. I found that the sex was great, but the
living with them proved to be impossible. My next episode will take you to
San Francisco where I moved right after discharged from the Service.