I'm Stan, a Sophomore in high school. Thanks to my Mom, I love anal play. It all started as a kid, when she made all the kids take enemas at least once a week. It was a health thing with her, but we thought it was weird. Over the years, I enjoyed the anal stimulation, even though I never warmed up to getting filled with water.

When I got old enough to do my own enemas, I found that I liked the feel of the nozzle going in, and actually switched to the douche nozzle, which was a little bigger. Eventually I started inserting other things. I found that almost anything rod-shaped could work – many vegetables, like carrots, cucumbers and zucchini (smaller ones, of course). I found that there were many household items that also worked well, especially when covered with plastic wrap or a condom.

One of my favorites was a bottle of roll-on deodorant. It was about an inch and quarter in diameter, had a curved cap, and the body curved inward, which helped it stay in place once inserted. I loved to start the day with the bottle in the shower. I'd soap it up and insert it, taking my shower while feeling it in me. My rectum wouldn't let it enter all the way, but when I sat down it pushed in as far as I could take it. When I got up again it would slip partway out but stop where the curved section was. I loved wearing this for an hour or two, but then it got uncomfortable.

I tried a lot of objects to find something I could wear for an extended period of time. Then I made a wonderful discovery – golf balls! They were big enough to feel good, but small enough to insert and remove easily. I would take a piece of plastic wrap and put lotion on one side near the center and put a golf ball on the other side of the wrap and insert it. That way the golf ball was inside me, but wrapped in plastic, so I could retrieve it by just pulling the plastic, which stuck out. I found that I could insert additional balls and they really made me feel filled up. After an enema with an empty rectum I could get as many as five balls in, though it always felt like the last one wanted to come out.

I could usually hold four balls in for hours at a time. I would have a few inches of plastic wrap hanging out of me, which I just tucked next to my balls. When it was time to remove the balls I would pull on the plastic wrap, and out they would come, completely clean. I'd throw out the plastic wrap and use a fresh one next time.

I enjoyed this so much that I had golf balls up my ass most days, and especially loved walking around in public with my ass stuffed. I had a trip coming up – a flight to visit my grandparents. I decided to stuff three golf balls for the trip, which also meant I didn't have to pack them.

On the morning of the trip I took an enema to make sure I was cleaned out. Then just before departing I stuffed three balls up my ass and walked out to the car. Mom drove me to the airport and dropped me off at the door. I checked in and printed my boarding pass, and then proceeded to security.

The screening equipment had recently been upgraded. Instead of the old metal detectors they had some new body scan. I had no reason to be concerned until a TSA agent stopped me as I stepped out of the scanner. They asked me to identify my baggage and he picked them up and told me to follow them. They seated me in a small room with a table and left me there for a few minutes. The longer I sat there the more nervous I got.

Finally a big black guy came in and introduced himself as Agent Bradford. "Do you know why you're in here?" he asked.

"No idea," I said, "I didn't think you did this as a random check."

"We don't, Agent Bradford said, "We say something odd in the body scan."

He put down a black and white graphic that looked like some sort of X-ray image. It must have been me, and I could see something solid showing just above my crotch. He put down another graphic which was an enlargement, and I could clearly see three circles. I immediately knew they were the golf balls and that I was in deep trouble now. What if they called my parents? They wouldn't be happy about this – in fact my Dad would probably kill me!

"Any idea what those are?" the agent asked.

I decided that I better just be honest with him and said, "They're golf balls."

"Golf balls?!" he exclaimed, "Up your ass? You some kinda faggot?"

"I'm straight," I said, "But I guess I'm a pervert, 'cause I like things up my ass."

"Ever had a cock up your ass?" he asked.

"No," I replied, "I said I'm straight!"

"How do we know they are golf balls, and not something else?" he demanded, "How do we know you aren't some kind of terrorist?"

Shit, this was getting really intense. I didn't know how to talk my way out of this mess.

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"We could take you to an offsite interrogation center, and if we don't like what we hear you could spend a couple of days in custody until we figure this out."

"Please believe me," I pleaded, "What do I need to do to convince you?"

Agent Bradford looked sternly at me and said, "I kinda think you're telling me the truth, but I need you to show me as well."

"Okay, how can I show you?" I asked.

"You can suck my cock – that will prove to me that you're just a faggot and not a terrorist."

"But I'm straight!" I insisted.

"Save that for interrogation," he said, and stood up to leave.

"Wait!" I said, "I'll do it, but need to know it won't be on my record in any way."

"This will strictly be on the down-low," he assured me, and unzipped.

He took out his cock, and it was bigger than any I had seen. Of course I had never noticed other cocks before and never seen a black one.

"On your knees," the agent said, and I knelt before him. He brought his cock to my mouth and I timidly opened, but he pressed his way inside. I felt humiliated to have his cock in my mouth, but it actually didn't feel bad. For some reason I felt like his cock fit my mouth quite well. I have no idea why that crazy thought popped into my head, but there it was.

He told me about moving my tongue around and I did what he ordered. As strange as all this was I found it oddly enjoyable, but my ego refused to let me recognize it. I don't know how long I sucked, but after a while Agent Bradford said, "I'm gonna bust a nut!"

I didn't know what that meant, but soon his cum flooded my mouth. It was strong tasting and I was trying to figure out where I could spit it when he said, "Swallow it, faggot!"

I swallowed it but couldn't get the foul taste out of my mouth.

"Okay kid," he said, "You can go, but I've got your cell number and I'll be in touch. Better get your ass going or you'll miss your flight."

I grabbed my bags and he showed me out to the concourse and I hurried to my gate. I had a few minutes left before boarding, so I went into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out, but couldn't eliminate the memory of what had happened.

When I boarded and got to my seat I watched as other passengers went by. I saw a black guy and found myself wondering what his cock was like. Why did I even think that? I grabbed an in-flight magazine from the seat pocket and started looking through it to take my mind off black cock.

Once we took off, I reclined my seat and closed my eyes. For some reason I kept thinking of that blowjob, and was alarmed to find that I was aroused! I drifted off to sleep and was awoken by a flight attendant telling me we were about to land.

I turned my cell phone on and found that I had a text message directing me to meet TSA Agent Scranton at gate 34. This didn't sound good, but I thought I better obey. I was supposed to call my grandparents as soon as I arrived, so they could come get me, but I decided to wait, just in case I got delayed.

My plane was at gate 52, so I headed toward gate 34, which was on my way to ground transport anyway.

As I approached gate 34 I saw three black TSA agents. I approached them and asked, "Agent Scranton?"

One turned to me and said, "That's me – you the kid with balls up his ass?"

I blushed as the three of them laughed at my expense, and then told me to come with them.

They opened a door to a small conference room and we went in. They closed and locked the door, and the three of them unzipped and took out their cocks. "You know what to do," he said.

I dropped to my knees, realizing that I was hard, and hoping I didn't show. I sucked each of them off and swallowed their loads. They asked when my return flight was. I told them and they said to arrive early and text Agent Scranton upon arrival. After I serviced them again they would expedite me through security.

The let me go, and I called my grandparents for a ride. While I waited for them I had to honestly realize that I liked sucking the cocks and looked forward to more.

The weather was nice and I sat on a bench outside, waiting for my ride. When my grandparents arrived, they said they thought I would have arrived earlier, but I told them my flight was a little late – I sure couldn't tell them I was giving blowjobs.

When I got to their home I unpacked and told them I wanted to shower and freshen up. In the bathroom I pulled the golf balls out of my ass and got in the shower. The hot water felt nice, but as I washed, my hard cock was demanding attention, so I stoked off. As I approached climax I kept thinking about cocksucking, and just as I recalled the guys cumming in my mouth I came.

I washed the cum off me and finished my shower. My visit was really nice, but every night I jacked off as I thought about cocksucking. On the day of my return flight I arrived early, telling my grandparents that it took a long time to get through security.

On the way, I texted Agent Scranton, and he told me to meet him at the security checkpoint for my airline's concourse. As I approached the checkpoint I saw him, and he motioned me forward. I passed everyone else in the line, many of whom gave me dirty looks. Agent Scranton led me to another conference room, where there were five other black guys seated.

As soon as the door was closed, they all stood up an unzipped. One approached me and I dropped to my knees. I was especially nervous because I knew that I had been looking forward to this. I knew I shouldn't but wanted it just the same.

During my visit with my grandparents, I did some web searching and found a few tutorials on how to give a great blowjob, which I read with great interest. Now it was time to apply what I'd learned. I used a variety of techniques, trying to find what works for the guy I was sucking. He was very vocal and when he told me to keep doing something, I did, and soon he rewarded my efforts. I swallowed, and the next guy stepped up. I repeated the array of techniques and soon found what he liked best.

I found that everyone was a little different, and felt rather proud that I had made them all cum. Agent Scranton led me out past security and told said I was good to go, and to let him know of my next return. I said I would and really meant it!

I boarded my plane and while I could still use my cell phone I texted Agent Bradford and told him I was on my way back. He replied that he wasn't working today but he wanted to know when I could stop by his house.

I had to shut down my phone before I could reply, but I felt excited that I might be blowing him regularly. Once the seat belt sign was shut off I went to the bathroom to jack off. It was cramped, but I really needed to cum. I thought about all the blowjobs I'd given so far, and soon I shot my load.

I went back to my seat and took a nap. When I landed I called my Mom right away for a ride.

While I waited I texted Agent Bradford and said I could come to see him tomorrow at 4pm. He said that would work, and asked how many balls I could fit up my ass. I told him I could do five. He told me to arrive with five balls up my ass.

I was getting aroused again, but couldn't do anything about it. I just texted him that I would and then tried to turn my mind to something else.

The next day I did an enema in the morning, so I would be empty and clean this afternoon. I would have preferred to do it in the afternoon but didn't have time. When I arrived home from school I got a large sheet of plastic wrap and put it over a dildo, which I lubed and inserted as far as I could. This coated the plastic wrap with lotion and ensured that I had room for all five balls.

I realized that I shouldn't have told Agent Bradford I could take five balls. I had only done that once and couldn't hold them all in for long. I should have told him four, but I was already committed, so I pulled out the dildo and removed the plastic wrap and put a golf ball in the middle, pressing it up my ass. Next I took another ball and inserted it, and then a third. So far so good. The fourth ball went in and I felt full. I knew I had to get another ball in, so I pushed the four balls up further by inserting the dildo. After removing it I found I could insert the fifth ball, and that really filled me up.

I liked the feeling of a full rectum, but five balls left me feeling like I had to take a dump badly. I knew I was expected to arrive with five balls, so I left for Agent Bradford 's place.

Arriving, he greeted me and told me to undress. He told me to bend over and spread my cheeks, which I did. He gently tugged on the plastic wrap sticking out and asked, "You really got five balls in there?"

"Sure do," I said, "Count 'em."

"I will," he said, "Now let’s see you get them out."

For most of them I just squeezed like I was taking a dump, and one-after-another, they popped out, still nice and clean, thanks to the plastic wrap.

"That's four," the agent said, "Let's see the last one."

To get the last one out I needed to pull on the plastic wrap, and the last ball popped out, covered with plastic wrap that was badly soiled.

"Get your ball and throw the plastic out," Agent Bradford said.

I took the ball out and threw out the wrap while Agent Bradford undressed. He was muscular and had a nice big cock, maybe eight inches long and thick. I hoped to soon have him up my ass.

"Suck me for a while," he said, and I got on my knees and took him into my mouth. Soon he expanded to really fill my mouth. His cock was impressive to see and touch but was even more impressive in my mouth!

Now he was ready and told me to stand up and put my hands on my knees. Then I felt his cock pressing into my ass and he began to stretch me. He put his hands on my hips and slowly pressed into me until the head was in all the way. "Tell me when you are ready for the rest," he said.

It was a wonderful feeling, but the biggest I had ever had in me, so I took some time to adjust. Finally I said, "I'm ready," and he pressed in the rest of the way. That BBC was REALLY impressive buried in my ass!

He began slowly pumping, and then picked up the pace. After a few minutes he emptied into me, and then just stayed in place for awhile. It was a completely full feeling and I loved it

"That's a sweet ass you got, kid," he said.

"Thank you," I replied, "I hope I can be of further service."

"Oh you will," he said, "I've got lots of friends to share you with, now that you’re my bitch!"

  To be continued . . .

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