Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2021 17:33:59 +0000
From: Lcb29 <Lcb29@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Real Life Popper Trainer: Chapter Two

Hey guys, first off let me say thanks for the amazing feedback from the
first story. I've had some great chats, and some great suggestions from
you; and I'd love to have more.

Second, this story below is completely fiction, and it should stay that
way. Leave your fantasies in your head, where they belong. Let kids be
kids.

Third, as with chapter one, this story acts as popper trainer. Real world
rules apply, poppers are not for everyone and they are not to be taken
lightly. If you feel ill, STOP. Have a drink, get some fresh air. I cannot
be held responsible for your actions. There are A LOT of hits in this
chapter, be warned. You don't have to do them all, go at your own pace.

Last, and by no means least, donate to Nifty. It's an amazing place that
has kept me cumming for years. Support it as much as you can!

Chapter Two

I took a deep breath before we started again.

`AS I MENTIONED, EACH LEVEL COMES WITH A CHANGE IN POSITION. MOVE YOUR LEGS
SO YOU'RE KNEELING.'

I did as was asked, and then felt my knees being lifted up and a thick
pillow being put underneath them. Another hand moved my head forward and a
second thick pillow was placed behind my head between me and the wall.

`COMFY THERE LITTLE SAMMY?'

I nodded slowly.

`THEN WE'LL BEGIN. INITIATE LEVEL TWO'

A low rumbling beat began in the headphones, deep and repetitive. It
increased in volume, a thudding base beat that was so low it made my body
shiver.    The voice spoke over the top of the music,
creating an almost hypnotic effect.

`LEVEL TWO IS WHERE THINGS GET INTERESTING. WE KNOW YOU'RE A FAGGOT AND WE
LOVE YOU FOR THAT'

I whimpered.

`BUT WHAT WE REALLY NEED TO KNOW NOW, IS ARE YOU A COCKSUCKER, SAMMY?'

I shook my head because I didn't know what a cocksucker was. I didn't even
know what a cock was, never mind how to suck it.

`YOU SURE, SAMMY? ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT A COCKSUCKER? WE'D ALL LOVE IT IF
YOU WERE. WE'D LOVE IT IF YOU COULD SUCK OUR COCKS, TAKE THEM DEEP DOWN
YOUR THROAT AND SWALLOW OUR LOADS.'

I shook my head again. I had no idea what the voice was talking about. Take
what down my throat? Swallow a load of what.

`WOULD YOU LIKE THAT, SAM? WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE THE TEAM COCKSUCKER? IT
WOULD BE A VERY IMPORTANT JOB, ONE EVEN A GROWN UP COULDN'T DO.

At that, I began to nod my head. I'd was always eager to show I was capable
of helping adults, and if this was something I could do that even they
couldn't, I could surely give it a try.

`THAT'S A GOOD BOY, SAMMY'

A phantom hand ruffled my hair.

`I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T ASKED FOR HELP, BUT YOU WILL NEED IT. TAKE A DEEP
BREATH AND THEN EXHALE OUT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN'

I did as I was told, and at the very limits of my exhale, the poppers
reappeared at my nose. My left nostril was pinched shut.

`HIT!'

I breathed in as much as I could, the poppers rushed through me. If these
guys thought I was going to need help, then I'd take as much as I could
get. The fingers and the bottle switched sides.

`AGAIN!'

I inhaled deep through my left nostril this time. The rush was amazing, I
felt it in every part of me. I thought that was it, but the bottle and
fingers switched back to my right nostril.

`HIT!'

I breathed deep, my head was swimming, but still the fingers and bottle
switched.

`HIT!'

I could barely keep my head upright.

`HIT!'

My mouth felt simultaneously dry whilst I continued to drool on my chest. I
low moan escaped my stretched out lips.

`HIT!'

What little thought I was able to form said this was crazy, but I had no
choice as I was force fed an insane amount of poppers.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

The bottle and the fingers moved away finally. I think that was ten, but I
had no way of knowing. My entire body felt full of the fumes. I almost felt
sick with them, but I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and even then
it was only a slice of toast. The end of the match was at 5, so God knows
what time it was now.

`THAT'S A GOOD LITTLE POPPERSLUT!'

I groaned in response. It was all I could do, even without the gag.

'NOW COMES THE REAL FUN'

Something was forced into my mouth. I could only feel it on my tongue and
my lips were stretched wide by the gag and it didn't touch them. It was
hard and warm, whatever it was. It tasted funny, sort of sour and sweet,
and maybe a little sweaty.

`THAT COCK LOOKS TO PERFECT IN YOUR MOUTH, SON'

Son? I doubted it was my Dad as it sounded nothing like him. Plus he'd
never do anything like that to me. But my mind was more concerned as to
what's it was that was in my mouth. What is a cock? And why was it in my
mouth. No sooner had I thought this that whatever it was pressed against
the back of my throat and I began to splutter and gag. Whatever it was gave
me no option, and it was soon passed my tonsils and something wiry pressed
against my nose and chin. It was warm and smelt of sweat, and I finally
figured out what it was in my mouth. I was an adult willy, or a cock as
they were calling it. So what was pressing up against me must have been his
pubes and his balls. I knew all about those from the older boys on the
playground. Pubes were a sign of growing up, and given how much hair was
pressed against my face, this man must have been fully grown. I'd seen my
Dad and my uncles without shirts on at the beach and round a pool, so I
knew adult men were very hairy. I had an adults cock down my throat!

`FUCK YES, BOY! YOU LOOK SO HOT LIKE THAT! A BIG ADULT DICK DOWN YOUR
THROAT. WATCHING YOUR LITTLE THROAT SPASM AROUND IT. DOES IT FEEL GOOD
BEING OUR COCKSUCKER, FAGGOT?'

I tried to shake my head, but it was difficult given I was all but pinned
against the wall by the cock down my throat, and the hands that now held my
head. My throat spawned again, and I felt myself cough up a load of saliva
and slime.

`CHRIST BOY, YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOT! GAG ON THAT COCK YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! DO
YOU NEED SOME MORE HELP?'

I remembered what to do and waved my hands madly over my head.

`FUCK YEAH, YOU DO! LOOK A YOU, A NINE YEAR OLD POPPER HUFFING COCKSUCKER'

The cock came out of my throat and I coughed as much as I could around the
gag. Something that felt like thick drool landed on my chest. The bottle
reappeared at my nose and I breathed in deep as many times as I was told.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

The bottle moved away and a cock reappeared on my tongue. Hands held my
head in place, though really I couldn't have fought him off anyway, and the
cock punched into my throat. I groaned and gagged around it, and more drool
landed on my chest. I coughed into the wiry pubes in my face. The man with
his dick down my throat used this opportunity to thrust a couple of times
into my throat. I gagged again, retching around his dick. Though as much as
my body was reacting negatively towards what was happening to it, my mind
was starting to love it. The feeling of being stretched was amazing, and
the smell and feel of his sweaty, damp crotch pumping into my face was
starting to feel great. I groaned around the dick in my mouth, not from
fear or desperation or even the poppers; but from happiness.

`THAT'S IT, BABY BOY. WE ALL KNEW YOU'D LIKE IT! YOU LOOK SO FUCKING HOT
THERE, FAGGOT. HOW DOES IT FEEL? A BIG, HAIRY ADULT DICK DOWN YOUR THROAT.'

I groaned again and the hands holding my head as the man used my throat
ruffled my hair affectionately. The voice in my ears laughed too, but it
was a kind laugh, which made me happy, as fucked up as that sounds. The
dick slid out of my throat, and the bottle reappeared.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

I took a deep huff in each nostril before the bottle moved away, and
another dick found its' way into my mouth. I was starting to work out that
these dicks belonged to different men, though who they were was still
beyond me. They tasted and smelt different, as well as obviously being
different shapes and sizes. This one was about as long as the last one, but
a bit thicker. I gagged around it as it pushed deep, but I fought my throat
and tried to push down on it. The man must have realised, as he moved his
hands to the back of my head and held me down balls deep on his dick.

`GOOD LITTLE FAGBOY. CHOKE ON THAT COCK.'

I was choking. I couldn't breathe, my eyes were streaming, and a couldn't
move my head. I could feel my feet flailing around uselessly as I struggled
but there was nothing else I could do until the man decided to release
me. I was probably another 15 seconds before he did. 15 seconds of gagging
and retching and choking.

`IF WE FEEL TEETH ON OUR DICKS, YOU'LL BE IN TROUBLE BOY'.

How much more trouble could I be in? I was a nine year old boy with a fat
adult dick rammed down my throat and no chance of escape. But I didn't want
to test out their threat. Eventually the dick was withdrawn, taking with it
a good amount of drool and what I imagine was the remnants of my breakfast
and the coke I'd had during the game.

`THAT'S IT SON. THAT'S WHAT WE LIKE TO SEE, AN EMPTY STOMACH.'

No sooner was my throat free than the bottle was back.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

I seemed to recognise a pattern here, two hits between every dick. I was
getting help whether or not I asked for it. The next dick was wider and
longer, and smelt very strong. He smelt like he'd been running for hours,
and I could even taste his sweat. I didn't mind it, in fact, the more he
fucked my throat, the more I came to love it. He fucked my throat without
mercy for about thirty seconds, his hands tight on my head, before he
pulled out roughly.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

Another two hits, another dick. This one was thinner than the last one but
must have been an inch longer. He plunged in deep straight away, and
unsurprisingly my throat fought to expel him. However it didn't work and he
just thrust deeper into my throat. I'm guessing he must have been about
7.5" long. He long-dicked my throat until my body finally stopped fighting
him, and he pulled out.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

The next cock was just as long as the last and fatter, and I struggled to
expand my throat to accommodate him. I didn't know whether I had any
control over those muscles, but focusing on them seemed to subdue my gag
reflex, which was useful to know. I had taken him balls deep in about 7
seconds. His pubes smelt like sweat and something familiar, but I couldn't
put my finger on it. Before I could think any more about it, he held my
head a proceeded to fuck my throat harder and faster than any of the
previous men. He kept it up for about 45 seconds, but to me it felt like
hours. My entire body was on fire with it. My legs flailed madly, my chest
was hurting from lack of oxygen, my throat was sorer than it's ever
been. During this period of awareness of my own body, I realised my dick
was hard. Achingly hard. I also became aware of my butt. The hole was
spasming whenever my throat retched or gagged, and although I wasn't really
conscious of it, it did feel good.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

Five more dicks, increasing in length and width fucked my throat. Two hits
between each of them. And what the voice had said at the beginning was
starting to happen. It did feel good. They were extreme feelings, but I was
enjoying them. I'm sure the poppers were helping. I'd realised by now they
were some kind of drug, and I wasn't really happy being drugged, but I
suppose it was better than the alternative. They seemed to relax me a bit,
and relax the automatic functions of my body.

`THAT WAS TEN DICKS, FAGGOT. ENJOY THOSE?'

I nodded even though my throat was raw. The voice laughed and a hand
stroked my head gently. I must have looked a sight, I know there was drool
and throat slime all over my chest and stomach, as well as all over my
face. I was sweaty and flushed, and my hair must have been mussed up.

`I'M SURE BY NOW A CLEVER LITTLE COCKSUCKER SUCH AS YOURSELF HAS FIGURED
OUT THAT THE DICKS GOT BIGGER EACH TIME.'

It wasn't a question but I nodded anyway. The voice laughed again.

`OF COURSE YOU DID, A LITTLE FAGBOY LIKE YOU WOULDN'T MISS OUT ON A DETAIL
LIKE THAT. IT'S PART OF WHAT MAKE YOU SO SPECIAL TO REAL MEN. NOW I'M GOING
TO GIVE YOU A CHOICE, THERE ARE TEN MORE DICKS TO SUCK, SO DO YOU WANT ME
TO TAKE THE GAG OFF'.

I nodded without even thinking about the fact I had ten more cocks to
suck. The gag was starting to feel really uncomfortable and it was impeding
my ability to really feel the dicks in my mouth, which strange to admit, is
what I wanted.

`ARE YOU SURE? IF WE TAKE IT OFF, YOU MUST PROMISE NOT TO SHOUT FOR HELP,
OR USE YOUR TEETH. DO YOU PROMISE?'

I nodded vigorously, and the voice laughed again.

`FUCK YEAH, FAGGOT! NOT EVEN FINISHED LEVEL TWO, AND YOU'VE ALREADY TURNED
INTO A LITTLE COCK HOUND.'

Hands appeared from nowhere and unfastened the gag from behind my head, and
then gentle eased it out of my mouth. Subconsciously I started moving my
jaw, the feeling almost foreign. The disembodied guys that were stood about
me let me have a moments respite, and some even reached down to massage my
jaw gently.

`OF COURSE, NOW YOU CAN TALK, SO IF YOU WANT HELP, YOU CAN ALSO ASK FOR
IT. THOUGH IF YOUR MOUTH'S BUSY, THEN YOU CAN STILL WAVE YOUR
HANDS. UNDERSTAND?'

`Yes' my voice was alien to me, scratchy and raw.

`GOOD BOY. I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT THERE ARE TEN MORE DICKS TO SUCK, DO
YOU WANT HELP?'

`Yes please'. God, my voice sounded meek.

`GOOD BOY! TEN HITS, ONE IN READINESS FOR EACH DICK. THINK YOU CAN TAKE IT,
FUCKER?'

I nodded again.

`FUCK YEAH, YOU CAN. BUT EVEN IF YOUD SAID NO, YOU'D STILL GET OUR HELP,
BECAUSE WE WANT TO GET YOU FLYING, FAGGOT! WE'RE GOING TO FUCK YOU UP, YOU
SEXY LITTLE CUNT!'

The bottle reappeared at my nose, and switched   
nostrils between each hit.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

By the time I finished and the bottle moved away, I was a drooling mess. My
head fell forward and I felt like I was flying. I simultaneously felt every
part of my body, and none of it at the same time. I felt like I was only my
throat. This feeling was very quickly put to the test by the biggest dick
yet, worming its' way down my throat. The feeling of it on my lips was
wonderful. It could taste it better now I could move my tongue, though I
did have to be careful with my teeth as I didn't want to hurt the man, as
stupid as that sounds. So, I naturally started sucking with gusto.

`THAT'S IT, FAGGOT. SUCK THAT DICK DOWN YOUR THROAT. MAKE IT FEEL GOOD'

I redoubled my efforts, moving my head the little I could and bobbing up
and down on it. Obviously the owner of the dick wasn't happy with the
limited movement I could offer, so grabbed my head tight and then pounded
my throat. The removal of the gag meant I could taste more, and the taste
of his dick was incredible. It tasted like sweat and pee and hair and hard
work and sex, and I was addicted. He pushed deeper than any dick had gone
before, and I gagged again, but there was nothing to come up this time
except throat slime, which lubricated his dick as he pulled back.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

The twelfth dick was bigger still, both longer and fatter. He had a larger
foreskin, and tasted like pee underneath it, which I quite liked. Little
did I know how my liking would be pushed to its' limits later. He thrust in
and out slowly, not forcing me, rather he held the back of my head gently
with one hand and thrust into my mouth. I'm guessing he held the poppers
with his other hand, as on one of his strokes out, he pushed the bottle up
to my nose. I instinctively huffed deep before the bottle was taken
away. As soon as the bottle moved, he fucked harder and faster, pushing the
limits of my new found skills, but stopped after half a minute.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

The remaining eight dicks stretched my throat wider and deep. The final one
must have been shaped like a beer can, he was so fat my lips were stretched
as far as they could go. My lips were on fire, but the poppers helped to
numb the pain. By this point too, my little mouth had been so abused by
lips had started to go numb anyway. I could feel the head of his dick
somewhere around my sternum. It was only through an inordinately large HIT
of poppers that I could finally take it balls deep. He seemed to punch
through the final, meagre defences my body possessed before he remained
still, his enormous dick planted as deep down my throat he could go. He
stayed there, sawing the last couple of inches in and out slowly, for a
couple of minutes. I couldn't breathe, and eventually I was fighting with
everything I had to get him to pull out, except my teeth. Everything was
burning with lack of oxygen, until eventually I almost passed out. When he
pulled out, I thought I could hear cheering again over the music in my
ears, though it was drowned out by my own enormous breaths.

`YOU'VE ALMOST FINISHED LEVEL TWO CUNTBOY, BUT THERE'S JUST ONE MORE THING
TO DO. DO YOU KNOW WHAT CUM IS?'

I shook my head and the voice laughed.

`WELL YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT, COCKSUCKER. WE'RE GOING TO FEED YOU OUR
LOADS, AND YOU MUST SWALLOW EVERY DROP, OR WE'LL HAVE TO START THE LEVEL
OVER, UNDERSTAND?'

I nodded, but this time I waved my hand too. I didn't know what I was
facing, so I wanted poppers to help me through it.

The voice laughed.

`GOOD BOY! SEEMS WE'VE GOT A LITTLE POPPER PIG ON OUR HANDS. YOU KNOW WHAT
TO DO SON.'

The bottle appeared beneath my nose again, and without being told too, I
breathed in as deeply as I could.

`THAT'S A GOOD LITTLE FAGBOY, HUFF THOSE POPPERS. LET THEM FEED YOUR DICK,
FEED YOUR FUCKED UP LITTLE MIND. YOU'RE GOING TO NEED ALL THE HELP YOU CAN
GET.'

I huffed as if my life depended on it, until my body didn't even feel like
my own.

`FUCK YES, FUCK YOURSELF UP BOY!'

The voice as shouting now, and I obeyed as much out of addiction as fear.

`I HOPE YOU'RE HUNGRY, SON'

With that, the bottle vanished and was almost immediately replaced by a
dick. It was much shorter than the last one, but it was still uncomfortable
as it pushed balls deep in one stroke and then proceeded to fuck my throat
hard and fast until he seemed to spasm. At that point, he held still, his
dick as deep as it could go. I could feel his dick pulse, almost like he
was shooting something down my throat. At first, I was worried he was
peeing directly into my tummy, but obviously I couldn't tell. Suddenly, he
pulled out of my throat and something splashed against my face.

`FUCK YEAH! PAINT THE LITTLE COCKSUCKERS FACE!

The voice yelled in my ear, though I couldn't tell what it was. Cum, I
suppose. Whatever that is? More shots hit my face, one even hit my open
mouth and I tasted a thick, metallic, salty liquid, and I liked it. I
subconsciously licked my lips, which must of caught the attention of the
men surrounding me.

`LOOK AT THE LITTLE FAGGOT LICKING UP THAT CUM! LET'S FEED THE LITTLE
FUCKER GUYS!'

With that, another dick was thrust unceremoniously into my throat. It
pounded away before it too spasmed and shot whatever that liquid was down
my throat. This man didn't pull out though, he stayed fully seated until
he'd finished. He was replaced my another man, and I began to realise there
was no rhyme nor reason as to the order they took my throat in. It wasn't
like before when they were going in size order, this seemed to be a free
for all. The first dick had been relatively small, this one was bigger, and
certainly fatter. He was cutting off my airway as he stood, seemingly
enjoying the feeling of being balls deep in my throat. The third dick was
smaller again, and he rabbit-fucked into my throat, short strokes until he
shot what I'd been told was his load. The fourth was a big dick, and I
waved my hands above my head as he thrust in deep. The dick pulled out so
just the head was filling the entirety of my mouth, and the poppers
appeared at my nose.

`TAKE A GOOD HIT YOU LITTLE CUMSLUT!'

I did as I was told and my head began to swim again. The dick thrust back
in and hammered at my throat, stretching it into unnatural shapes in order
that it should accommodate the giant interloper that was using it for his
own pleasure. His hands were uncomfortably tight as he held me balls deep
as he shot. It was at this point I learnt I could take small, stuttering
breaths through my nose. They didn't really help, but they made me feel
better. He seemed to delivering his load directly into my stomach, and
there was nothing I could do about it. The fourth and fifth dicks were
smaller, and I could take them with relative ease until they fed me. The
sixth was bigger, and jackhammered my face, holding my head still in his
big hands. The seventh was bigger still, though still manageable and I
could even move my head a little as he thrust in, sucking the dick as much
as he was fucking my face.

`WHAT A HOT LITTLE CUNT YOU ARE, BOY! SUCKING THAT BIG PERV DICK DOWN YOUR
THROAT!'

He shot his load all over my face, and without me meaning too, I stuck out
my tongue to catch as much as I could. God knows what I looked like.

`GOD, YOU'RE A HOT LITTLE SLUT! TRYING TO CATCH ALL THAT CUM! YOU DESERVE A
REWARD FOR THAT!'

The bottle reappeared, and I was treated to two enormous huffs.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

The eight and ninth were smaller again, and I lovingly sucked them, bathing
them with my tongue. I was even taught how to give a pair of sweaty, hairy
adult balls a tongue bath for No. 9.

`THAT'S IT YOU HORNY LITTLE FUCKER, LICK THOSE SWEATY MAN NUTS. GET THEM
NICE AND WET SO THEY CAN DELIVER A BIG LOAD DOWN YOUR FUCKING GORGEOUS
LITTLE THROAT!'

So that's what I did, stretching my mouth until both oversized testicles
were in my mouth, forcing my lips to stretch obscenely. Eventually he
pulled out with a `pop' and then shot all over my face. Number ten was what
I guessed was the biggest dick there. He fucked my throat just as deep, and
as much as I tried not to; I gagged and choked all over his dick, covering
it in throat slime.

`THAT'S IT, YOU LITTLE FAGGOT! LUBE THAT MONSTER PERV DICK WITH YOU THROAT
SLIME! GET HIM NICE AND WET SO HE CAN JUST SLIP STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT
CUNT!'

I wondered why the voice thought I had a choice in what I was doing, but
didn't think on it too long as the dick lodged in my throat got thicker and
the spasmed deep. I could feel my throat stretching deeper than I thought
possible as it struggle to cope with the mans' spasms. Numbers eleven,
twelve and thirteen were relatively easy after No. 10, and I was treated to
more loads shot down my throat, though I still didn't know what it was
these men were feeding me. All I knew was that I liked it. It tasted
amazing, and different from every guy. Well, every guy I could taste. I
only managed to taste the remnants of the loads of those guys who bypassed
the back of my throat and shot directly into my stomach. Number fourteen
painted my face, fifteen rode my throat for what seemed like hours before
he shot down my throat. I even thought I heard a roar of pleasure over the
music in my ears as he shot. Sixteen and seventeen switched every 10
seconds, fucking my throat in bursts, and treating me to a HIT every time
they switched, which I think was seven; before they both jammed the heads
of their dicks into my mouth together, stretching my lips almost painfully
as they bathed my tongue with their loads.

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

I didn't ask for the help, but was grateful for it. The poppers made my
head swim, and I barely noticed as number eighteen shot his load quickly in
my mouth. Nineteen was more of a challenge, but the poppers still fuelled
my brain, and I greedily held out my tongue as he painted my face with his
load.

`ALMOST THERE, COCKSUCKER. YOU'VE EATEN NINETEEN LOADS, AND THAT MEANS
THERE'S ONE MORE TO GO. YOU READY?'

I nodded, my tongue still hanging out.

`FUCK YEAH! OF COURSE YOU ARE! YOU'RE OUR LITTLE TEAM COCKSUCKER, AND WE
LOVE YOU FOR IT SAMMY! DO YOU WANT US TO POPPER YOU UP FOR THAT LAST LOAD,
SON?'

`Yes, please' I said. My voice sounded nothing like it very had before.

`OK, POPPERSLUT! YOU GOT IT! TEN HITS!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

`HIT!'

By the end, I could barely contain myself. My entire body felt like it was
simultaneously floating and surging with electricity. I could feel every
part of myself, my little dick was hard and pulsing, my hole was
throbbing. Rough hands grabbed my face and something warm and thick
attacked my mouth. It wasn't a dick though, and through my poppered-up
haze, I realised it was a tongue. I had seen people kissing with tongues in
movies, but I had no experience of it myself. I groaned into the mouth of
the man who was kissing me, and he groaned back. He tasted familiar, like
sweat and male-ness, and I was instantly addicted. He licked all across my
face, slowly and passionately, and fast and fitfully; feeding my the loads
of the men who had shot on my face. We shared the taste, grunting and
moaning back and forth as we eat it. The man pulled back.

`FUCK YEAH! LET'S FINISH THIS LEVEL YOU HORNY LITTLE CUMSLUT!'

The bottle appeared at my nose again, and the kissing mouth was back too;
and we shared two deep HITS, one in each nostril. A phantom hand, which I
took to be his stroked my little boy dick, and I almost screamed into the
mouth of the man kissing me. The pleasure was just too much, and my body
shook with another drycum. The mouth pulled back, and a dick shoved itself
balls deep into my throat, cutting off my screams of pleasure. The
vibrations of my throat must have been exquisite for him, and he grabbed my
head and proceeded to jackhammer into my throat.

`THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE CUNT, CUM FOR DADDY! CUM FOR ALL YOUR DADDIES! CUM
WHILST I SHOOT YOU BROTHERS AND SISTERS DOWN YOUR LITTLE FUCKING FAGGOT
THROAT!'

I was so out of it, I didn't really register what was being said. I was too
busy coming down from my second ever orgasm whilst the twentieth faceless
man breed my face. He held still as my throat massaged his shaft,
eventually pulling out and slapping my cheek gently.

`YOU'RE A FUCKING GOOD BOY, SAMMY! A FUCKING TREASURE'

I tried to smile, but I don't think I managed it; but I was beaming inside.

`LEVEL TWO COMPLETE'