Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 23:04:28 EDT
From: Percxyz@aol.com
Subject: Week Away With the Guys

                     Week Away With the Guys

                                by

                         percxyz@aol.com


     I awoke with my typical morning hard-on, but knew not to touch it.  I
went to the head to use the facilities and get cleaned up and then went
back out into the hall.  I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly
8 am.  Matt would be the first one wanting me, so I made my way to his
room.  As I carefully opened the door, I wondered how my life had spun so
out of control in such a short period of time, but then my eyes locked on
the muscled body laying on the bed and I pushed those thoughts aside.  It
was this young man, laying on his back with his legs tangled in the sheets
that had been most directly responsible for my current situation.  Looking
at his tousled blond hair, strong arms and the ripped chest and abs had my
morning wood leaking.

     I walked over to the bed and looked down on Matt's sleeping form.  His
chest rose and fell slowly as he breathed and I admired again the curly
blond locks that topped his head.  Still, I was most interested in a
different part of him.  For the last three days running, I had been given
the duty of sucking off each of the guys every morning.  Matt had been the
one to come up with the idea, telling the others that there was "no better
way to wake up than with your cock in a mouth, even some fag's mouth."  I
had been on my knees when he said that, with my buddy Eric holding my head
tightly and fucking my mouth roughly, so I was in no position to protest.
A few minutes later, when Eric had finally shot the first load of his cum
down my throat to add to the load Matt already had put there, the three of
them had made up their minds and I had a new job.  Sean hadn't even had his
cock between my lips yet, but he had been totally in support of the plan.

     Now, I looked at Matt's eight inches as it throbbed across the ripples
of his abs.  I leaned over him and licked at the cut cock, tasting some
lube he'd been producing.  I opened my mouth and let the head slide
between, using my tongue to lube him up.  I heard a soft moan from Matt and
worked my head further down the length of his meat.  He had shown me, quite
forcefully, that he could push it down my throat if I didn't get it there
on my own and after a few times of him doing it, I had learned to open my
throat for him, though he still liked to force it in a lot.  He was almost
always rough when his dick was in my mouth.  As I took more and more of him
into me, I felt him stir.  If this morning was like the last few, I'd soon
have his hands on my head, pushing me down until I choked before guiding me
up and down his meat.

     I got my throat open and my nose down to his pubes on my own and then
started back up, lapping at his meat with my tongue.  When I got back to
the head, I was surprised to have gotten no reaction from Matt.  I glanced
to my left, up along his chest to his face.  Matt had put his hands behind
his head and was just laying there, enjoying the blowjob I was giving him
with his eyes closed.  He looked so sexy, something that four days ago I
never would have thought.  He had a very well developed chest and powerful
arms from his years playing baseball.  I watched his chest expand as he
took a deep breath.  His nipples were already hard though I had only been
sucking him for a minute or so.  His bunched biceps and wide shoulders were
an impressive sight and the patches of hair under his arms and the blond
hair that spread sparingly across his chest proclaimed his masculinity.

     I wondered for a second when I had started thinking of a well built
guy like Matt as being actually sexy, rather than reserving that for girls,
but tried to push the thought out of my head.  Hell, I was male too.  I was
a man!  But here I was again, with my mouth full of Matt's dick and he
hadn't even had to force me.  I had come to his room on my own knowing that
I'd be sucking off the blond jock.  Matt let out another sigh as I ran my
tongue over the head of his dick, tasting him.

     Knowing better than to stop, I began the job of fucking my face onto
his thick meat, taking it to the root as often as I could and trying not to
gag too much when Matt was in my throat.  I kept this up for about five
minutes, my lips getting numb and my jaw aching.  My back and neck were
also hurting from the awkward position, but I kept at it.  Matt expected to
be sucked until he shot his load.  He's shown me that between the two of
us, he was the dominant male.  He also would expect me to swallow his seed,
the way I had been doing for several days now.

     Suddenly I felt his hand grab me by the hair and pull me off his meat.
Matt pushed me onto the bed on my back and straddled my chest, moving
quickly to get his cock back to my face.  I lay there looking up at the
stud who had made me not only his own cocksucker, but also Eric's and
Sean's, as he began to slap my face with his manhood.  He knew that I got
off on the way he used his strength to take control of me.  I know it
sounds sick in the head, guys, for a jock like me to enjoy it, but the feel
of his muscles flexing, forcing me down to my knees or onto my back got me
hard.  It had been just a simple wrestling match on the first night of our
fishing trip, in which he had dominated me first physically, then sexually,
that had led to my becoming Matt's cocksucker.

     With Eric and Sean watching, Matt had pinned me, sitting on my chest.
He'd already made a dozen comments about me being hard as we wrestled.
Once I was down, he'd flipped open the front of his shorts and began to
smack my face with his hard cock. Sean and Eric were watching and I could
hear their joking around about what Matt was doing to me, but couldn't look
over at them.  When Matt rubbed the head across my lips, smearing them with
precum, I hadn't thought and had let my tongue lap up his juice.  All three
of the guys saw it.  Comments of sick fucking faggot, cocksucker, bitch and
pussyboy followed from Eric and Sean.  Matt had just stared down at me
though, looking straight into my eyes.

     "I always figured you for a cocksucker, Paul," Matt said softly.  I
struggled, but there was no way for me to break free.  Matt used his
position and strength to hold me in place, an amused look on his face until
I finally submitted and settled down again underneath him.  "Open up now,
boy, and do what you were born to do."  I was still looking up at Matt's
handsome face, but then focused on his throbbing meat just a inch or so
above my face.  Without knowing why, I obeyed, letting my lips open just a
bit.  That was all that Matt needed though, and grabbing the base of his
cock, he aimed it into my mouth.  With just a small forward motion with his
hips, the head of his cock slid in and just like that, Matt made me into a
newly minted cocksucker.

     "Holy shit," Eric said.  "He's really doin' it!  He really is a fag!
Goddamn, I can't wait to get my dick in his mouth."

     "Fuck yeah," Sean chimed in.  "Fucker's been a fag all this time.
Shoulda been going down on me for years now!" I heard both of them
laughing.

     Within five minutes I had swallowed my first load of cum straight from
a man's balls while Eric and Sean watched me take it.  To my intense
embarrassment, I had stayed rock hard as Matt's cock filled my mouth with
his cum.  Matt pointed it out to Eric and Sean when he finally climbed off
me.  I didn't know what to do to try to hide my erection, but Matt gave me
no time to think of anything.

     Pulling me up by the hair, Matt guided me to Eric's crotch.  I watched
as the black haired stud opened up his shorts and hauled out his meat.
When it was free, Matt used the grip on my hair to force my face to Eric's
meat.  By then I was lost and I knew it.  I had already submitted to Matt
and both other guys had watched him shoot his cum in my mouth.  They had
also seen me swallow.  With no other choice that I could see, I let my
mouth open for Eric's cock.  I felt him take over, grabbing my head with
both hands and pulling me onto his rod.  It was during Eric's fucking of my
face that Matt came up with the idea of my sucking them off each morning.
After about five minutes of working on his seven cut inches, I took Eric's
cum down my throat.  Sean had been waiting, sitting next to Eric on the
couch and stroking his own six inches, so it was easy for Eric basically
just to move my head over to Sean's crotch, letting him take over.

     Sean had grabbed me by the ears which hurt, but his cock was in my
mouth before I could complain.  I sucked on him, listening to him calling
me a bitch and cocksucker before he arched his back and reached his own
orgasm.  When my best friend told me to swallow his cum, I did it.  That
had been the first night of our week away at the lake.  That had been the
night they had basically kept me on my knees and I had sucked each of the
guys at least five times while they sat for hours and drank beer.  Now
Matt's weight on me had me reacting the way it did every time I felt his
hard body.  I could feel my cock pumping out lube just from the feel of him
on top of me.  Matt had pinned my arms under his shins, though, so as usual
I couldn't stroke my own meat while I took his cock.

     "Stick out your tongue, bitch," he said.  I obeyed and he beat his
cock against it a few times before sinking his length back into my mouth.
I knew what was going to happen.  Matt liked to fuck and had pushed me onto
my back in order to be able to fuck my mouth like it was some girl's pussy.
Eric and Sean were usually happy to lay back and let me do the work, but
even when I was on my knees, Matt took control and fucked my face.

     As he sank into me, I let my throat open to take him deeply.  I had
gotten much better at that over the past few days and heard Matt let out an
appreciative sigh as his balls slapped against my chin.  Matt set up a
steady pace, long dicking my throat until it was sore.  It seemed that my
throat was sore every morning these days.  Slowly, he began to pick up his
pace.  I was still unable to move my arms, so I lay on my back, looking up
at the young man using me for his sexual release.  He was letting out soft
grunts now each time he drove forward.  I could also see that he was
beginning to breathe harder.  I knew the signs and as his balls began to
draw up, I knew I was about to get my first load of Matt's cum for the day.

     "Yeah, bitch, suck it.  Goddamn.  Your mouth is one of the best
pussies I've ever fucked.  And you fucking love my cock, don't you, boy?"
He actually paused his thrusts and looked down at me until I grunted in
agreement around his dick.  "Yeah, I know you do, faggot.  I've been
teaching you to be a first rate cocksucker, but it's about time your
education was extended.  Bitch boys like you need dick.  I'm gonna make
sure you get plenty of it - everywhere."  There was a wicked look in his
eyes when he said the last and I knew what he meant.  I had naively hoped
that by sucking Matt whenever he wanted, he wouldn't go any further, he
wouldn't do the ultimate act of domination.  I now knew that was just
wishful thinking.  Still, right now, Matt had other things on his mind.

     "Yeah, Paul.  Eat my meat.  Take it all the way, cocksucker.  Fuck
yeah, I'm gonna fuck your pussyboy mouth until I cum.  You hear that,
bitch?  I'm gonna cum in your mouth again.  Gonna let you swallow all my
babymakers, faggot.  Oh, fuck yeah.  Use your tongue like that.  Oh, god.
Ah! Ahh! Ahhhhh!"  His breath rattled out of him with each utterance
punctuating the shots of cum that were pumping into my mouth.  I felt the
hot salty seed of the blond stud filling my mouth and let it coat my
tongue.  I had been surprised that the taste of sperm hadn't made me sick
the first time I took a mouthful of it, but now I found I actually liked
it.  In fact I wasn't sure what I liked best: the actual physical
domination by Matt, the penetration of his cock into me, actually
swallowing a part of him or the pleasure he took using me to get off.  I
swallowed the hot load that Matt had pumped into me as he let himself fall
forward, burying me underneath him.  His cock was still in my mouth, though
he was softening.  I didn't know if he planned to keep it there until it
hardened again.  He had done that yesterday morning and fed me a second
load of his cum.  Instead, I got something completely unexpected.

     I heard Matt say, "Just be a good little fag and take it."  Then the
flow began, just a small trickle I realize now.  I tried to break free, but
could really only just kick my legs around.  Matt waited for me to
recognize the reality of the situation and after a few moments, I submitted
to him again.  I couldn't believe that Matt was pissing into my mouth, but
there was no way to stop it.  I was completely under this young stud's
control physically and he already had his dick in my mouth.  Hell, he'd
just shot his genetic code down my throat, so what was a little piss
straight from his dick?  Still, it wasn't what I wanted to have happen.
Not that what I wanted had mattered at all since Matt had fucked my face in
front of the guys the other day.  I realized as I swallowed that Matt
wasn't just letting go full blast.  I guess he wanted to be sure I could
swallow it all.  After a few of the most humiliating moments in my life, it
was over and Matt rolled off me and lay on his back beside me on the bed.
I just lay there, trying to catch my breath.  I had never felt this used,
not even when Matt made me into his cocksucker with my other friends
watching.

     "W-Why?  Why did you do that, Matt?  I've been sucking you like you
want.  Why did you do that to me?"  I felt myself blushing as he looked
over at me with a smug grin on his face.

     "So I don't have to get out of bed to take a piss, stupid.  I'm tired
this morning so you just saved me a trip to the bathroom.  Besides, you
loved it."  As I began to protest, he moved his right leg on top of me,
letting his calf press against my throbbing cock.  That was all it took and
I felt myself go over the edge.  Matt was watching still me, his face just
a foot or two from my own.  His grin had turned into a smirk as he saw me
start to shoot my wad.

     "No fucking way!" he said.  "You fucking little pussy!  I cum in your
mouth.  I piss in your mouth!  And instead of even getting angry, you shoot
your wad seconds later.  What a pathetic little fag you are.  You better
not get any of your pussyboy jizz on my sheets, bitch!"

     I was too lost in the sight of him, the feel of his leg on my cock and
my own orgasm.  I was cumming for the first time while I was touching Matt.
I'd been denied any relief when I was with the guys.  Eric and Sean had
followed Matt's lead and wouldn't let me touch my dick when I was sucking
them.  My only relief was at night in bed.  The problem was that instead of
fantasizing about the girls that I'd fucked or even about Karen, whose
pants I'd been trying to get into before taking this trip with the guys, I
was flashing back to Matt pinning me and fucking my mouth or Sean and Eric
using me.  Now, I was actually cumming in Matt's bed while I was touching
him.  It was intensely embarrassing and satisfying at the same time.  I
pressed my cloth covered crotch against his hairy leg feeling the heel of
his foot against my knee as I shot my wad into my shorts.  Matt watched me
as I got my nut, seeming to study me in my most private moment, but there
was nothing I could do about it.  My whole body was tensed, my muscles all
flexed as the floods of pleasure ran through me.  As soon as I was
finished, Matt laughed at me.

     "What a pathetic sight you are, Paul.  You get your rocks off just
being next to me, don't ya?  Fucking fag!"  He pushed me out of his bed and
onto the floor with his foot.  I stood up, the evidence of my orgasm clear
from he dark stain on my boxers.

     Matt laughed at me again.  "Go put on some clean shorts and take care
of the boys, then take a shower and come back here."  Defeated, I walked
out into the hall, closing the door behind me.  I saw Matt roll over onto
his side as I did so, apparently going back to sleep.  I had hoped that
he'd forgotten about his earlier comment about me taking more dick, but
that didn't seem to be the case.  In my bedroom, I pulled off my boxers and
wiped up the remains of my load, then got some clean shorts and got some
mouthwash in the bathroom.  I hadn't really tasted Matt's piss that much,
but the memory of him pissing in my mouth was in my head, so I rinsed out
my mouth, then went back to the hall.  Sean's room was just a few feet away
on the right.  I went to his door and opened it.  Sean slept naked, like
Matt, and was sprawled on his belly in the middle of the bed.  He kept his
room very dark and the light from the hallway must have awakened him.  He
rolled over and looked at me, giving me a grin.

     "Come for some breakfast, Paul?"  He reached down and grabbed his
cock.  "I got it for you right here."  He dropped his hand to his balls.
"Well technically, your morning snack is here, but you suck it right out of
the pipe, dontcha?  Well what are you waiting for?  Get over here and show
me what a good cocksucker you're becoming."  I turned to close the door.
"Leave it open," Sean ordered.  "We've all watched as you fagged out over
our dicks.  If one of the guys walks by, he won't be seeing anything new,
just me using my good buddy as my morning cocksucker."

     I left the door open and climbed onto the bed between Sean's spread
legs.  Being Irish, Sean had red hair on his head and the color continued
around his cock.  He had almost no hair anywhere else, though.  A few
freckles were dotted across his cheeks beneath his green eyes.  As I moved
into position and looked up to see him staring down at me, I remembered
meeting him for the first time back in second grade.  Who would have ever
guessed that years later I would be on my knees on his bed getting ready to
suck his dick for him?  I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.  His cut
cock, thinner than Matt's or Eric's and a bit shorter fit easily into my
throat and I took him to the pubes.  As usual, Sean was content to lie back
and let me do the work.  I found it kind of strange because when my
girlfriends had sucked me, I could almost never cum just from that.  I
needed to get my whole body into it, like Matt did.  Sean and Eric, though,
could just lay back and blow a load from a blowjob without any problem.

     Sean was one of my oldest friends and was my closest, best friend, at
least until this trip.  I wasn't sure what our relationship would be after
this week, but I'd spent years hanging out with him and as his buddy, I
wanted him to feel good.  I always used the best of my techniques, such as
they were, to make Sean's cock feel good.  Maybe that was why he just let
me do the work.  But Sean had never been as aggressive as Matt, so it could
just be his laid back character.  I was working his meat, sucking him hard
and felt his body begin to respond.  It still amazed me the way each of the
guys reacted to my mouth on their dick.  They would tense and thrust,
twitches would sometimes run through them and of course as they neared
cumming, their breathing would speed up.  Then the finale would come and
with Sean, it meant arching his back to drive his meat as deeply as he
could get it.

     "Take it, boy, take it!"  Sean was nearly yelling.  His hips were
pumping up into my mouth.  I had learned to move with him, sucking down the
cum that he pumped into my mouth each time.

     When I finished with Sean, I went down to Eric's room.  I was hard
again, of course.  Having a guy's dick in my mouth did that to me, as Matt
had discovered and showed to me.  When I opened Eric's door, he was still
asleep.  He was on his side and I pulled the sheet off him.  Eric slept in
boxers, though, so I didn't have immediate access to his cock.  I gently
rolled him onto his back and pulled down the front of his shorts, the way
he had taught me the first morning I had done this.  I took his hard prick
between my lips and ran my tongue over the head, teasing it and tasting
Eric's copious lube.  After a few seconds, Eric's brown eyes flew open and
he reached out with his right hand.  I felt it come down on top of my head
and watched the veins in his forearm bulge out from the flexing muscles
underneath as he pushed my mouth down the length of his manhood.  I had
also learned earlier that Eric liked to assert a bit of control over my
mouth, at least at first.

     Eric gripped my hair and pulled my head up his cock, then pushed my
nose back down to the pubes.  He set up a slow pace before releasing my
hair and laying back to enjoy the feelings my mouth was producing in his
dick.  I kept up the pace, sucking him off slowly, using my tongue a lot
and tasting his precum.  Eric always leaked a lot and usually delighted in
reminding me that I was getting a mouthful of his dick juices.  This
morning however, he was quiet.  I looked up at him and saw his eyes were
closed.  I kept at my work, seeing his abs tense as I brought him closer
and closer to orgasm.  Sean and I had known Eric for about a dozen years.
I had been the leader of our group before Matt arrived on the scene our
five years ago during our first year of college.  I had seen Eric naked in
the showers or in the locker room dozens, if not hundreds of times, but
this was completely different.  Even laying back relaxed, there was now
sexual tension running through his body and his hips began moving in time
with my head, meeting my downstrokes with upward thrusts.

     Eric was moaning a bit, but nothing intelligible.  I kept at my job,
trying to give him as good head as I had given Sean.  While I hadn't known
Eric as long as Sean, he still was one of my oldest friends.  He'd moved to
our town in about 6th grade and we had been friends pretty much from day
one.  He was of Italian descent and his dark skin, wiry build and black
hair had made him a favorite with the girls.  As I sucked him, I again
wondered how I had ended up giving him head without any hope of him
returning the favor.  Hell, back in our early teens, Eric and I had done
the usual comparisons and even jacked off a few times together.  Of course
it all came down to Matt and the way he had changed things.  Eric's moans
had now turned into words as he got closer to cumming.

     "You fucking cocksucker!  Eat my dick, boy.  Fuck yeah that feels
good.  Oh yeah, suck it bitch!  Take it all the way, faggot!"  This was
accompanied by his hand on my head again, pushing my lips down to his
pubes.  "Fuck yeah, boy.  Matt was right.  You were born to suck dick.
Fuck, you are better at giving head than any chick I ever knew.  Keep doing
it just like that.  Yeah, with your tongue on the head of my prick.  Ohhhh,
fuck yeah!  How does that taste, Paul?  How do you like my fuck lube on
your tongue?  From the amount of jism you've been swallowing these past few
days, I guess you must like it a lot.  Never thought I'd see you giving
head, much less be on the receiving end of it.  But goddam you are good at
it, faggot.  Sean was right, buddy.  You should have been sucking us off
every day since we were teens.  I bet you were wanting to way back when we
jacked off together.  You shoulda said something.  I'd have fed you my cum
then!  Ahh, yeah, keep it up.  More of that."

     I was working hard on his cock, taking him deep each time.  He wasn't
as big as Matt, so I could handle him a bit more easily, though still
anytime one of the guys pushed into my throat it was difficult.  It seemed
like all of them wanted to make me choke on their meat.  I guess maybe if I
were in their positions, I would do the same, but that wasn't the case.  I
was on the receiving end and the fact that these guys were some of my best
friends had not made them take it any easier on me.  It even seemed that
they were taking out some frustration on me.

     "Fuck yeah, bitch.  Gonna cum.  Gonna cum in your cocksucking mouth!
Fuck yeah.  Yeah!  Uh.  Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh."  Eric's cock was pulsing in my
mouth as he moaned loudly and I felt the spurts of his nutjuice against the
roof of my mouth.  "Fuck yeah, bitch.  Swallow me down!"

     I did as I was told, tasting the slightly sweeter cum of the Italian
stud, before I gulped it down.  Eric still had his hand on my head and I
waited, his cock still in my mouth until he relaxed enough to release me.
I slowly pulled off his cock, taking care to make sure I got all of his
cum.  I felt tremors run through Eric's body as his extra sensitive cock
was attacked by my tongue.  Eric had told me that he loved the extra
feeling he got from a tongue on his cock after he'd shot his load and had
trained me to do it.  Finally, I pulled completely off him, swallowing the
last remnants of his cum that I milked from his shaft with my lips.

     I looked up at Eric's face.  He had a sheen of sweat on his forehead
and he was panting a bit, looking back at me with a big grin.  I tried to
imagine what he was seeing.  I was on my hands and knees on his bed in
between his legs, with my face in his crotch.  I'd just sucked the cum from
his balls and he was just looking at me.  I felt myself blushing, even
though I'd sucked him off plenty of times in the last few days.  His grin
got bigger.

     "I love seeing you do that, Paul.  Even after drinking my jizz, you
still get embarrassed if I look at you doing it. Ya need to get over that.
We've all seen you sucking dick.  Hell, we all know what it's like to shoot
a load in your mouth!  You need to deal with the fact that you're our
cocksucker."

     I didn't know what to say to that.  I just kind of nodded at
him. "Matt said for me to come back to him when I'd ...."  I trailed off,
but I could see in Eric's eyes that he was finishing the sentence himself.
"Um, Matt said I should come back to his room."  I couldn't believe that I
was using having to go to Matt in his bed as an excuse, but I did.

     Eric just looked at me for a second, his brown eyes sparkling.  "Fine,
fag.  I'm done with you anyway."  I climbed off the bed and left his room,
heading for Matt's.  I didn't realize that Eric's statement wasn't quite
accurate.

     It had been about a half hour since I had left Matt's room and when I
went back in, I was surprised to find him already up and showered.  I
figured he'd sleep in, but he was standing there toweling his blond hair
dry.  I just closed the door and stood there, looking at him.  He looked
incredible standing there naked.  He was taller than me by an inch or so,
but we were built much the same.  His chest was a bit more developed than
mine, but other than that we were similar in build, with wide shoulders,
well built pecs, flat stomach with tight abs and strong legs.  Years of
weights and sports had kept us in great shape.  We even could share
clothes, both having thirty- two inch waists and he same inseam.  Now,
looking at Matt again I found myself responding to the strength I could see
in his bulging muscles and toned body.

     Matt dropped the towel and looked at me.  "Get over on the bed.," he
ordered.  I moved towards the bed.  "Lose the boxers, Paul.  You know what
I'm gonna do to you.  Don't play stupid."  I looked over at Matt, pleading
with my eyes, but he just crossed his arms and stood staring at me until I
dropped my eyes from his and shucked off my boxers.  My hard cock slapped
up against my abs and I heard Matt laugh.

     "Damn boy.  You sure must've enjoyed sucking off the guys to be that
hard!  Hell, you shot a load in here earlier, but you're still fucking
boned from the sight of me.  Or is it hat the thought of what I'm going to
be doing to you has you so hard?  Now, get up on the bed."  I climbed onto
the bed on my hands and knees.  "Nope, not like that, bitch.  I wanna be
able to look into your eyes when I make you into my pussyboy.  Get on your
back."  I obeyed, rolling onto my back on the bed then watched as Matt took
three steps to stand beside it.  I was actually helping him to fuck me!  I
was getting into the position that he wanted without even protesting.  I
couldn't let this happen!

     Matt must have seen something in my eyes or on my face because just as
I was coming to the decision to resist, he was on the bed, lifting my legs
and sliding between them.  His hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them to
the bed next to my head.  I struggled against him, but couldn't break free.

     "Settle down, bitch.  Just settle down."  I continued to struggle
against him which he seemed to find amusing, at least at first.  I saw that
he was enjoying pinning me to the bed and that the only reason I was able
to struggle as much as I did was because he was letting me so that he could
then pin me down again.  Finally, though, he got serious and moved more
over top of me, placing his face just inches from mine.  "I said settle
down, bitch, and I mean it.  If you don't I'm just gonna plug you dry."  I
felt his cock sliding along my crack and froze.  "That's better," he
continued.  "Now there's no reason that this has gotta hurt any more than
necessary, but trust me, I can bust your cherry hard and mean if you keep
up with this shit.  Got it?"  He stared down at me.

     "Yes, Matt.  I got it."

     "Good, then I'm gonna release your right wrist.  There's a bottle of
lube on the bedside table.  Get it and lube up my cock and your little
soon-to-be pussy as much as you think you will need.  Then add a bit more."
He chuckled.  "You're gonna want as much slip and slide as you can get.
Being a fag ain't all fun times sucking off dudes.  Sometimes, you meet a
man like me and we like to fuck.  You gotta learn that getting fucked is
part of your life now.  When I bust your cherry, well, it's gonna hurt a
bit, but that's life."  I was busy coating his cock with lube and rubbing
some on my ass.  I'd never been in a situation even remotely like this, but
I knew that with chicks, if they weren't wet, it sometimes hurt them.  If
I'd known the true extent of the truth of Matt's words, I'd have used the
whole bottle.

     Lubing up Matt's prick with my hand had kept him hard as steel and
now, he grabbed my wrist again and pinned it back beside my head.  My legs
were up on his shoulders and he kind of hunched forward, rolling me up onto
my upper back and shoulders and raising my ass in the air.  Then I felt the
head of his cock probing at my hole.  The first few times, it slid away,
but then he got it centered and I felt just the tip of it begin to push
into me.

     "Please Matt, I'll suck you off.  I'll do anything you want...."

     He just grinned at me.  "THIS is what I want."  With those words he
began to push forward.  At first, I naively thought he wasn't going to be
able to get it inside me.  He saw the look on my face and grinned even
wider.

     "You should try to relax, Paul.  It will be easier on you if you do.
Try to push out and let me in.  Otherwise, I'm still gonna get in, but it's
gonna hurt a hell of a lot more.  Just relax and accept it.  You're
becoming a pussyboy now.  Deal with it."

     Matt actually said all this in a kindly tone, but when I didn't relax,
he began to use his strength to get what he wanted.  Suddenly, the head of
his cock burrowed into me and I felt my hole stretching like it had never
been stretched before.  I managed one strangled "Oh god" before Matt rammed
his cock all the way into me, forcing my breath out of me.  Had he not
taken all of my air, my yell would have surely told Eric and Sean that Matt
had just busted my cherry.  As it was, all I could do was let out a muffled
whimper.  I was still looking up at Matt, whose face was now only about
three inches from mine.  He was staring into my eyes still grinning, then
leaned his head down and I felt his tongue lapping along the side of my
forehead.

     "Ahh yeah.  Brand new pussyboy tears.  Love to taste the tears of a
guy who's just been made into a new bitch."  He moved his face across mine,
the stubble he had been letting grow for the last few days scraping across
my clean shaven cheeks until he got to the other side of my face, where he
lapped at my tears again.  "Fucking sweet!"

     I was still lost in a world of pain radiating up my spine and
throughout my entire body.  I managed o suck in a breath when Matt clamped
a hand over my mouth.  "Don't yell.  I know it hurts, but you gotta learn
to take it.  Trust me.  I've fucked pussyboys like you before and they all
love it in the long run.  You just gotta adjust to it.  I told you to relax
and let me in, but you clamped down and that just made it worse.  Well
worse for you for you.  I fucking loved it!  Now try to relax and I'll give
you a bit of time to get used to being a pussy."  I looked up at Matt who
was still grinning at me.  He pulled his hand off my mouth.

     "Please Matt.  Pull it out.  God you're killing me!  Please stop."  I
was begging him.  He just looked at me, not moving.  "Come on, man.
Please!  Stop.  Take it out!"

     "Just relax.  I mean, I love the way your clamping down on my cock
feels, but you need to learn to relax a bit so that you can enjoy it."

     "Oh god, I'll never enjoy this," I told him.  "Please just pull out of
me."

     "Tell me that you're my pussyboy."

     Thinking that might get him to stop I said, "Matt, I'm your pussyboy."
I was panting, trying not to struggle since that just made it hurt more.
Matt didn't pull out though.

     "Yeah, I know, Paul.  You're a fucking cocksucking fag.  Now you've
said it out loud.  I'm gonna pull my dick back, just relax your pussy,
bitch!"  Matt began to withdraw.  It felt like every ridge and vein in his
dick was scraping across my hole as he did so.  I was moaning now as his
movement caused more pain to radiate through me.

     "Thanks, Matt..."  That was all I got out before he rammed back into
me.  "Ohhhhhhh!  Matt, please stop, please...."  I couldn't keep words in
my head and degenerated to just a groan again as I felt his full length
inside of me.  Matt's eyes were still staring into mine.  We were connected
by our bodies - him up inside me, but we were also connected through our
eyes.  He watched my face carefully, seeming to examine it as I went
through the expressions of pain and humiliation of him busting my cherry.
The second time he pulled back, I knew it wasn't to pull out and let out an
involuntary moan as he drove back into me.

     "That's right faggot.  Take my dick.  Take it all, bitch.  You've got
a tight little boypussy, Paul.  Just made to be fucked hard by a real man
like me.  You're gonna get ridden now, boy.  I've given you enough time to
adjust, so now you get to find out what it feels like really to be fucked."
Matt moved his hips around in a circular motion, his cock jabbing into me
at all angles.  I moaned again as I felt him moving around.  I couldn't
really believe that I had another man fucking me up the ass, but there was
no denying the feel of his throbbing cock inside me.  I closed my eyes and
heard myself moaning again as Matt moved.  Then he was pulling his hips
back again and I opened my eyes to see him sill staring into me.  When he
saw that our gazes had locked, he drove his dick back into me.  The
connection was still there, not just our bodies, but his will and
determination in his eyes.  He was a man, he was fucking like a man does.
I was male, but I was on my back with my ankles in the air, taking his dick
like a real pussy.  Somehow just his look conveyed that to me.

     Now as he drove into me again, I heard Matt moaning.  This was a moan
of pure pleasure though.  Still staring into his eyes, the sound cut
through me.  I was being buttfucked by this blond Adonis, his dick moving
inside me.  It was something I had never imagined, but now it was happening
and the sounds of his pleasure at doing this to me, at taking me down in
the ultimate way one man can do to another, actually stirred a response in
me.  I was afraid that I would get hard, but figured the pain would be too
great for that.  Matt closed his eyes as he began to fuck into me and I
made the mistake of looking between us.  I couldn't see where his body
penetrated mine, but the sexy sight of his muscled chest, his flexed arms
and the way his torso was moving got to me.  I felt my cock beginning to
lengthen and realized that the incredible, mind altering pain of Matt's
first penetration had subsided.  It still hurt being fucked by this young
man, but not like it had earlier.

     I looked up at his face again, but Matt's eyes were still closed.  I
saw the blondish stubble on his cheeks and chin and remembered the way it
had felt scraping across my face when he tasted my tears.  His breath was
coming fast as he worked his cock in and out of me.  I saw the cords in his
neck standing out and the skin tight over his collar bones.  Suddenly Matt
opened his eyes and looked down at me.  He grinned and twisted his body a
bit.  I felt his abs rub against my cock and realized that I was fully hard
again and he knew it.  I felt myself blushing and Matt actually laughed.

     "Look at you, fag.  Blushing cause your dick got hard while I'm
fucking ya.  No need to be embarrassed now, pussyboy.  Pretty soon I'm not
only gonna be the man who was the first to cum in your mouth, I'm gonna be
the man who broke ya to being ridden by real men.  I'm gonna be the man who
turned you into a pussy and the first man to pump his seed in your hole.
Think about it, Paul.  You'll never be the same after this.  From now on
you'll always know that there's a man out there who fucked you and seeded
your pussy."  Matt was fucking me harder now and I thought he was going to
cum, but instead he suddenly pulled his rod out of me.  I let out a moaning
sigh as I felt the huge emptiness inside me.  Matt just pushed both my legs
to the side, lined up his cock and rammed it back into me.  I let out
another involuntary moan as he penetrated me again and heard him chuckle.

     "That's right, bitch.  We got a long ways to go yet.  Feel my big dick
inside you?  Yeah, I felt your hard on, bitch.  You like me putting my cock
in you, don't you?  Huh?  Huh?  Tell me!"

     "Oh, god, Matt.  I...I..."  He rammed in and held his cock deep inside
me, not moving for a moment.  I was on my side with him braced on his arms
over top of me.  I turned to look up at him and when my eyes met his, I
knew I was lost.  My cock was pumping out lube like never before.  "I like
it when you put your cock in me, Matt."  He flashed me a sexy grin before
he pulled his hips back and thrust home again.  Matt kept me in that
position, his cock ramming me before he rolled me further, so that I was
face down on the bed.  He forced a knee between my legs, making me spread
them to give him better access to my hole.  Then his other knee was between
them and he used them both to spread me as wide as I could go.

     I felt Matt on my back as he lowered himself onto me.  His hips were
still humping his cock into me, fast and hard, and I realized that the
moans and groans that I heard were coming from both of us.  I tried to
raise up a bit, but Matt put his hand across the back of my neck and head
and pushed my face down to the mattress.  He held me like that for a few
moments as he pounded into me before releasing my head.  Unbelievably, when
he held me like that, pinned to the bed with his cock fucking my brains
out, I had gotten close to cumming.

     Matt grabbed me by the hair again and pulled my head backwards.  I
felt his right arm wrap around my throat and knew he could do anything he
waned to me at that point.  I was powerless to resist.  His arm across my
throat tightened, but it was just to pull me backward a bit to give him
better access to my ass.  He pounded into me that way and as we moved
together on the bed, I felt my own load building again.  Matt was dripping
sweat onto me and instead of being grossed out by it, I found it to be sexy
as hell.  Shit, after taking his cum and then his piss, sweat was nothing.
I felt his hands slide down me onto my hips and realized he was pulling me
backwards, up onto my knees.  He was still deeply imbedded inside me.  I
raised up onto my hands and knees and let Matt take me doggy style.  He ran
his hands all over me, possessively smacking my ass, pinching my nipples
roughly then pulling my head back my the hair again.  This caused my back
to arch, which he must have liked because he let out a load moan of
pleasure and began to fuck me even harder.

     I couldn't believe that I was getting off on Matt's treatment of me,
but I was.  The way he had me stretched backwards, yanking on my hair with
me on my hands and knees like a dog was both humiliating and a turn on.  Of
course, his cock was still ravaging me, but I had realized that I could
deal with the residual pain when Matt was still fucking me on my belly.
Matt used his grip on my hair to turn my head to the side.

     "Look," he said.  "Look at yourself.  Look at me.  See what I'm doing
to you?  I've mounted you, bitch, and I'm fucking your goddam brains out!
And look down at you, moaning there, straining and taking it and your
pussyboy cock still hard as a rock and leaking.  You fucking love it,
bitch!  I told you that you would.  Now, clamp your ass down on my cock and
milk my meat for me!"  I obeyed, trying to ignore the increase in the pain
and was rewarded by a deep moan rumbling out of Matt's chest.  "Fuck yeah,
Paul, just like that!  Man you are fucking tight!  I love punking you out,
boy.  Keep it tight when I fuck into you and loose when I pull out."

     I obeyed again, working his meat as Matt fucked me doggie style.  I
kept looking over to the mirror, amazed at the sight I saw there.  One hot
young, well muscled blond guy ramming his cock into another muscled young
man with brown hair who was on his hands and knees.  The muscles in both of
our bodies were standing out and glistening now with the sweat we were
generating.  I watched Matt move his hand up my back, feeling it slide up
my spine and thought he was going to grab my hair again, but instead, it
moved further.  Matt slapped my cheek, not hard, but not exactly playfully
either, then rubbed his fingers across my lips.  I felt him pushing in and
automatically opened my mouth.  I was accustomed now to his body entering
my mouth and since his cock was deep inside my ass, I accepted his fingers
instead.  I could taste our sweat on them and the taste turned me on
incredibly.  I was moaning around Matt's fingers now, while his cock reamed
me out and made me his bitch.

     I wasn't used to trying to make a man's cock feel good by using my ass
to milk his dick as he fucked me and was soon tired.  I knew Matt had to be
getting a bit worn out too, but he had always had incredible stamina.  He
pulled his fingers out of my mouth and with a few quick moves, I was on my
back again.  This time Matt didn't just roll me up in a ball, he actually
got me all the way up onto my shoulders with my feet up against the
headboard of the bed.  My arms were spread out to either side of me as I
watched Matt stand on the bed, then bend over and insert his cock into me
again.  He grabbed the headboard and held onto it as he drove down into me
again and again.  The blood was rushing to my head, but I was in no
position to stop Matt or do much of anything.  In this position, though, he
was using his whole body, throwing everything into the fuck and I began to
see the signs I knew so well.  His own load was starting to stir.

     Matt fucked me like that for a few more seconds, the pulled a pillow
around and sank down so that we were back where we started, with me on my
back, feet in the air and Matt between my spread legs.  He was grunting now
as he fucked me, ramming his dick into me harder and faster than he had
previously done.  I was struggling a bit, the force of his fuck was hurting
me again.

     "Keep still," he ordered.  I tried, but the brute strength he was
using to hump me had me twitching and moving involuntarily.  "I said to
keep still, bitch.  I mean it."  Again I tried, but the hammering I was
taking was too much and I moved a bit again.  Matt's left hand clamped onto
my exposed throat and he squeezed, hard.  "I shouldn't have to ever tell
you something twice, Paul, especially not when I am eight inches up in your
pussy.  Got it?"  He squeezed even harder for a second.

     "Yes, Matt, I understand."  I could barely get the words out, but as
soon as I did, he relaxed his grip and I could at least breathe.  He kept
his hand on my throat, though, as he worked his cock in and out of me.

     "Godddam, pussyboy.  You got one fine fucking hole.  I must have
pumped a half gallon of lube into you by now!  How does that feel?  How
does it feel to know that you've got another man's precum filling up your
guts?  I'd never let a guy do to me what I'm doing to you.  I knew you were
a bit sick in the head when you tasted my lube the other night, but at
least I can use it for my benefit.  Ahh, fuck yeah, clamp down like that
again."

     I had tightened my ass muscles involuntarily, but now I began to work
again to make his dick feel good inside me.  I finally got up the courage
and asked, "Do you like it?"

     "Do I like what, bitch?"  He was going to make me say it.

     "Do you like fucking me?"

     Matt laughed.  "Hell yes, faggot.  I fucking love it!  I've been
planning this since the second I got my dick in your mouth."

     I was surprised that I actually felt good that Matt liked fucking me.
I had started this experience with more pain than I had ever imagined, but
like Matt said, as things progressed, I had come to terms with it and while
there was still pain, I was enjoying the fact that my handsome, jock buddy
was getting off.  And I could tell Matt was close to cumming.  He put his
face over mine again, watching my eyes as his cock pillaged my hole, then
moved it downwards so that his cheek was against mine.  I licked at his
neck, tasting his salty skin and loving it.

     "Yeah, bitch, you know how to treat a man right!"  He was fucking into
me so hard I thought I might pass out.  Then he raised up again and our
eyes met.  "This is it, boy.  You're about to go from jock to pussyboy.
Ahh fuck yeah!  Take it, Paul.  Take it and become my fucking bitchboy!
Ahh.  Grrrraaaahhhhhhh!"  It was a mix of moan, growl and grunt and
signaled not only the start of his orgasm, but my new life as his bitch.
Matt thrust into me and held his cock deep inside.  His beatuiful, muscular
body twitched but he kept his eyes locked on mine as he filled me with his
seed.  I had a fleeting thought that I actually had a guy, not just a guy
but one of my buddies, fucking cumming up inside my guts.  That thought,
along with the stimulation I was getting with Matt's body pressed tightly
to mine brought me over the edge and with a loud moan, I shot my own load
as for he first time in my life a man dumped his load in my boypussy.

     After the tremors had stopped, Matt lay on me for a moment or so, then
I felt him raise up.  I watched as he moved up onto his knees, towering
over me where I lay with my legs spread around him.  Then Matt moved
forward and pushed his half hard cock to my lips.  Due to the training I'd
gotten, I let him enter before I realized he'd just been fucking me.  When
I tried to turn my head, he smacked my face hard.  "Bitches clean up their
men after a fuck, so just take it."  I obeyed, sucking him until he was
satisfied he was clean.  Then he rolled onto his back beside me and put his
hands behind his head.

     "Now, you can start with my pits, then work my neck, chest and abs.
Get all the sweat."  I'd just cum and his sweat didn't seem like so much of
a turn on anymore, but once my tongue was on his skin, I felt my cock get
hard again.  I gave him the tongue bath he wanted, then lay on my back next
to him.

     "That was a good fuck, Paul.  I told you that you'd love it in the
end.  We're gonna be doing a lot more of that.  I'm sure Sean and Eric will
want a piece of your tail too."

     "Oh, god, Matt, please don't tell them that you fucked me!  Please!"

     Matt burst out laughing, a full laugh that lasted for at least a
minute.  "Are you stupid?"  he asked.  "Do you think they didn't hear you
begging me to stop then moaning as I fucked you?  'Ah. Oh.  Uh.
Oh. Oh. Oh.'  You have no idea how loud you were, bitch.  And they will
know I was fucking you up the butt cause if I'd been in your mouth, you
wouldn't have been able to make those noises.  Not to mention begging me to
pull it out.  You might as well just face the fact that Sean and Eric both
just listened to me bust your cherry and fill you with my cum.  Now come
on, it's really time to get cleaned up."  He stood up and grabbed my arm,
pulling me to the bathroom.  I just stood there, still hurting a bit as he
turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature.  The he stepped
into the shower and pulled me after him.  I found myself soaping his body,
which I discovered I loved doing.  I got to feel all of his muscles, run my
fingers over every inch of that jock body he had.  When I soaped up his
cock and balls, he began to harden.  He rinsed off and pushed me down to my
knees.  I took his member in my mouth and within five minutes was
swallowing another of his loads.  He let me back up and I quickly washed
myself.

     Out of the shower, he donned boxers, a pair of workout shorts and a
wifebeater.  I pulled on my own boxers, then went to my room for more
clothes.  I saw that Eric's and Sean's doors were open.  Matt leaned in the
doorway as I pulled out some clothes and put them on.  When I was dressed,
he looked me up and down and said, "That'll do.  Come on, time to go
downstairs."

     He turned and headed for the steps and I trailed after him, uncertain.
What would Eric and Sean think?  I had realized that Matt was right, they
certainly knew that Matt had just taken my cherry.  What would they think
of me now?  I wasn't sure I could handle another cock right now, even if
they were smaller than Matt.

     I made it down the steps and into the kitchen.  Eric and Sean were
sitting at the table.  They gave high fives to Matt, but just kind of
looked at me.  I wasn't sure what to say or do.  Matt got drinks from the
fridge and handed one to me.  I gratefully took a swig, then moved to the
table still not sure what Eric and Sean would do.  Matt jumped into the
silence.

     "Well, men, as I am sure you heard, I just fucked ol' Pauly's brains
out.  Little faggot loved it!"  He paused.  "Well not at first, I guess,
but he learned.  Either of you want a go at his tight little twat?

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I hope you enjoyed the story.  I plan to add more, but wrote this quickly
in order to post something for all the readers who send me email asking
when my next story will be online.  If you like it, please let me know.
Heck, if you don't you can tell me that too.  Thanks for reading.