Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2006 23:55:01 +0000
From: Chuck Faucker <foxboy1980@hotmail.com>
Subject: My First Ink

I'm a 32 year old SFC in the US Army.  I stand six feet two inches and
weigh in right around 215 pounds.  I've been lifting weights since I was 12
years old and its shows.  I'm proud of my muscular, hairy, tattooed body
and I enjoy showing it off every chance I get.  I haven't worn underwear
since I was 12 either.  I've got a very impressive, fat, eight inch uncut
dick.  I like showing him off too.  I like wearing tight pants and have
people stare at my snake working it way down my left leg.

I'm a slut.  A whore.  Whatever you like.  I like dick and pussy and
everything in between.  I've fucked women, men, and trannies from both
sides.  The all have their good sides and their bads.  I'm an equal
opportunity fucker.

I have a particular fetish for tattoos.  It is just one of many fetishes I
have.

I got my first tattoo when I was 15 years old.  I didn't have my parents
permission.  But then again, there were a lot of things my parents didn't
know about me.

My Uncle Harry and I had been fooling around for some years then.  Ever
since he came to live with his brother, my father, he and I shared the
finished basement as one large bedroom.  And since the first time we
wrapped our hands around each other's dicks, neither of us could get enough
of one another.

He was my mentor, my idol in many ways.  Its not that I wanted to be him,
but that I wanted to learn from his experiences.  And he wanted to teach
me.

Harry was about 5'11", and around 180 pounds of pure muscle.  His gray hair
was cropped close, a true Marine High and Tight.  He'd still look like a
Jarhead if it weren't for his thick white handlebar mustache that made a
three-sided square around his slim-lipped mouth and cleft chin.  He was
forty years old, older than my Dad by a few years, but the man had barely
any bodyfat on him.  He used to joke that the Marine Corps appropriated all
his bodyfat the day he joined the Corps.  No, instead his frame was covered
in corded muscle.  Muscle and Ink.

Harry had a multitude of tattoos.  He was slowly working on getting both
full sleeves.  When we met, he had ink on his upper and lower arms, chest,
back, ass, and calf.  He displayed the American eagle and flag, a
Mexican-style turtle on his calf, the Corps' Eagle, Globe and Anchor with
'USMC', spider webs on his elbows, tribal patterns on his back, and a small
red heart tattooed on his right ass cheek.  He said that last one was from
prison, because he has such a sweet ass.

Since before he joined the Corps, Harry has liked both cock and pussy.  And
with his guidance, I found I loved both of 'em as much as he did.  He
taught be about both too, many times using hands on demonstration.  I used
to love when he'd bring some drunk chick home to fuck her, and after he
would pull out of her cunt after unloading into it and he would feed his
sloppy dick to her, I'd crawl over and bury my face into her pussy,
slopping up his juices and hers.

Yeah, he taught me to be a big ol'pig too.  Harry liked to get nasty.
Piss, spit, sweat.  He liked it raw.  He had a meaty eight-incher, uncut
and thick.  The first time he fucked my little ass when I was 12, it took
him two hours of work with his fingers and tongue and a two or two, as well
as some Jungle Juice, to get me to open enough to take it.  It was my job
to keep his dick clean.  Every night, after everyone was asleep, he worked
my ass good and hard.  And when he busted his nut up my shitter, he'd pull
out, lie back, and I would clean his dick with my tongue, paying particular
attention to his foreskin.  I was usually rewarded with another load down
my throat as a midnight snack.

His wasn't the only cock I took care of either.  Uncle Harry had a couple
of buddies who were into the young stuff.  And I was eager to help out.  A
right little cock hound I was.

Anyway, enough back ground.  Back to the story of my first tattoo.

It was a week before my sixteenth birthday.  My family had the standard
party plans, but Harry and I had our own separate plans for that weekend.
When Harry asked me what I wanted, one night, as I lay curled in his hairy,
tattooed arms after a nightly session, I told him I wanted a gang bang.  I
told him I wanted to take on a bunch of guys.  I wanted to be showered in
cum and piss.

These comments got him hard and he fingered my used hole as he asked me
more and more questions about what I wanted.

'You always call my your little cum bucket.  I want to really be one, be
marked as one'

He told me he would arrange it.  He also said that I should mark this
occasion is a special, more permanent way.

So we discussed a tattoo, something I had craved forever.  I would trace
his ink-work with my fingers and tongue every day, dying to have my own.
He said he had a buddy who would work with us special.

So one Saturday night, we drove a few towns over on Harry's Softtail, my
arms wrapped around his waist, my hand under his jacket, in his jeans,
massaging his hard-on.  We pulled up to a small tattoo shop located up a
side street from the main drag.  Another Harley already sat outside.

Inside, Harry introduced me to Mick, the artist.  Mick was hot.  Six foot,
a good 200 lbs with biceps straining his black Sturgis t-shirt.  Ink made
colorful, rainbow designs right to his hands.  Skulls, flowers, swords, and
naked women all ended in flames shooting up from his wrists.  Mick had a
shaved head and a thick black goatee.  Thick steel rings weighted down his
earlobes and when he spoke, silver glinted from his tongue ring too.  And
me, being the cock hound that I was (and am) zeroed right in on the
impressive bulge in his faded jeans.

Uncle Harry had obviously told Mick about our unsuitable behavior and Mick
was defiantly into it.  As we stood talking, he was adjusting that big
package as the sight of me noticeably aroused him.  Never the shy one, I
stepped right up to him and mid-sentence and groped at his crotch and arm.

'Whoa,' he said, shocked at my forwardness, 'You weren't fuckin' kiddin'
Harry.  This hot little shit is a live wire'

'You got no fuckin' idea, bud.  My boy here knows how to treat a man
right.'

'Shit!  Well let me just lock up the place and we can get started' He
pulled me back to arms length to look at me, then he and I locked lips, his
hand under my chin, tilting my face up to him.  My arms gripped his biceps.
Our tongues wrestled and I played with the mysterious steel in his mouth.

He release me reluctantly and went to the front door, shutting off the
"OPEN" sign and driving the deadbolt home.  Then he led the two of us
through the narrow crammed parlor into the back room, where a black leather
and chrome dentist-style chair held center stage, surrounded my cold, steel
tables and a could pf small adjustable stools.  A stereo on the table
played Metalica's 'Sandmand'.

Harry pulled out the piece of paper with my tattoo on it, and I stood
beside him as he sat on one of the stools.  He played with my ass through
the hole in the back of my jeans, placed there by his pocketknife for just
such an act.  Mick used his copier to make a stencil of my first tattoo.

'Fuck kid.  You're one lucky little fuck.  Your Uncle here is a hot
motherfucker.  To be raised like you have...hot damn!'

'Yeah, he is one defiantly Bad Ass.  All boys should be so lucky,' I
replied.

'You really think your old Uncle is 'Bad Ass',' he turned and asked me,
suddenly serious.

'Of course I do.' I replied.  Then we kissed.

'You two cut that shit out!' Mick said.  'If you don't, I'm gonna be
cumming in my jeans.  He grabbed at his crotch to demonstrate his
frustration.

We all laughed and I got into position.  I stripped off my shirt, and
dropped my pants, pulling them completely off.  I wanted not only my first
tattoo to be special, but the experience too.  I leaned over the padded
chair, my ass over the edge, on my knees.  Mick placed the stencil low,
just above my ass crack.  It would never show when I wore pants, only when
I stripped naked.

After he placed the stencil, Mick ran his hands over my smooth round bubble
butt.  Harry worked me pretty hard in the gym too, not just the bedroom.
My ass was two muscular mounds that could clench together so tight as to
cut off the circulation in a man's cock.  Mick ran his hands between my
cheeks, spreading them as he leaned over the chair.  I nuzzled my face into
his crotch and evident and impressive hard-on.

'Oh Shit!,' he said as his fingers found a slimy asshole.  'This kid's been
fucked today!'

'Yeah.  We fucked around before we came over.' My Uncle replied, seated
just behind me, teasing my nustsack and cock.

'And you bred him?' Mick asked, almost breathless.

'Fuck yeah.  Chuck here don't miss any loads.  In one way or the other, he
always gets it.'

'Hot damn!'  Mick came around the chair and squatted behind me.  I felt his
tongue lap at my hole and the juices within.  His thick goatee was soft and
I felt him use the rod in his tongue to gently probe my hole.

'Fuck!!' He said as he stood up.  'I'm defiantly gonna get me some more of
that sweet hole.'  He gave my ass a satisfying smack before walking back to
his side of the chair.

He handed Uncle Harry a beer before donning his black rubber gloves.  When
everything was all set to go, Uncle Harry stood up behind me and slid his
meat all the way into my accommodating hole.  The familiar feeling helped
relax me and he just stood there the whole time while Mick worked on my
tattoo.  He didn't fuck me.  He just flexed his dick a bit, and I squeezed
down on him with my sphincter now and then.  I tried teasing Mick's crotch
a bit, but was told to hold still or the ink would get fucked up.

When the work was done, Harry really began to fuck my ass, slow at first.
He liked watching his dick slide in and out of me.  And I made short work
of getting Mick's thick black belt unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned.
Soon I was snacking on a meaty 9 inches of cut prick.  I zero-gage Prince
Albert piercing poured from his wide pissslit to under the head, a circle
of cold steel with two large steel balls capping each end.  He worked his
cock in my mouth, pulling out when he felt he was getting too close.  The
PA jarred against my teeth.  He pulled off his shirt, letting me look at
the massive amounts of ink coating his muscular frame.  Red, Orange, yellow
and blur flames covered his shoulders and upper chest.  BASTARD was
tattooed in Old English letters in an arch over his flat stomach.  Both
nipples were pierced with steel spikes.  He toyed with them as I worked on
his cock and nutsack.

Uncle Harry unloaded in my ass, adding to his load from early in the
evening.  It was what Mick was waiting for.  Switching place with my Uncle,
I felt him push into me, his PA an unusual addition for my hole.  Harry sat
down on Mick's abandoned stool near my front end, his spent dick still out
as he drank his beer and watched Mick's ecstasy at fucking such a hot young
boy.

Harry stood up and, placing the head of his uncut prick on the tip of my
outstretched tongue, I took a long drink of piss, draining him like I'd
been taught, not spilling a drop.  Then he stood back and let Mick really
go at it.  Harry yelled encouragement at Mick as he piled-drived his 200
pounds into my ass.  With an ear-shattering roar, he let loose deep inside
me.  I clenched down on his dick, milking it of every drop.  He leaned
forward, covered in sweat, his head resting on my back.  Panting, he slowly
slipped he dick from my abused asshole.  He sat back on the stool and
placed both hands on my cheeks.  I went to stand up, my legs now weak from
being in that position for the past hour.

'Not yet, Chief.' Mick said.  'I want to get a good look at this.'  He
leaned in close and peered into my ass, at the mixed cum of both my Uncle
and himself leaking from my hole. 'Harry, grab me that camera over there.'
As my Uncle handed the camera to Mick, Mick explained, 'Every tattoo I do,
I take a picture for my collection, so I can show my work and keep a
record.  Now this pick ain't gonna go in my 'official' portfolio, but I'm
defiantly going to keep it for myself.'

Mick stood a little over me and snapped a couple shots, pictures that would
show both my new tattoo and my cum filled asshole.  In the pic, cum dripped
down the inside of both my thighs.  Afterward, Mick licked up the cum,
feltching it out my hole and hissing my Uncle, feeding to him to.

I got my nut off too.  Mick worked my boy cock with his mouth, tongue and
tongue ring, bringing me to orgasm in mere moments.  He had me pull out and
shoot all over his face.  My cum matted in his beard.  Uncle Harry and I
helped lick it of as well.

A few things came of that night.  I got my first tattoo, we added Mick to
the special invitee list for my 'Sweet Ass Sixteen Party' and Uncle Harry
decided to add to his tattoo collection too.

He got 'BAD ASS' inked across his abs, in Old English.

And what did the little tattoo say above my ass crack?

In fanciful, Old English lettering:

CUM BUCKET