Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2016 07:44:53 +0200 From: James Haddock Subject: How I Became a Butt Slut Part 1 (bbbb/b) How I Became a Butt Slut Part 1 (bbbb/b) by bb252@gmx.com Many ears ago, my first experience with real gay sex was at a drive-in theater with my parents. I was 12 years old. Oh, I had played undress games as a real young kid with both boys and girls. I was frequently "the doctor" in our play. Even then, I was enchanted by other boy's cocks. At the drive-in, we were watching some western, my dad's favorite type of movie. I had to take a shit about a third of the way through the movie. The men's room was at the back of the projection booth. There were three stalls and a couple of urinals. The last one of the stalls was open, and I slipped in. After I sat down, I noticed a two-inch hole into the next stall. The stall was empty at the moment, but I wondered why it was there. In a few minutes an older teenage boy came in and sat down in the next stall. After a few minutes, I looked through the hole at the boy's cock. It was hard and about seven inches long and maybe an inch wide. I found myself breathing hard, and I think he heard the change in my breathing. I could tell he had shifted position in the stall and was looking at my penis. I still had a little boy's penis. All of my friends had seemed to go through puberty already, and I felt like I was the only one that hadn't. The boy in the next stall placed two fingers on the bottom of the hole. I had no Idea what he wanted. He repeated the action, but did not say anything. Finally, he stuck his dick through the hole and wiggled it around. This scared me. I quickly wiped my ass and got out of there. I was afraid that he was going to tell my parents I was looking at his dick. It is funny when you are that age, having your parents told about something you did is the worst thing you can imagine. That was Friday night. Saturday, I got with my best friend Doug. His parents owned their own business, and his Mother worked in the office Saturday mornings leaving him home alone. It was a great place to hang out free from parental over sight. I told Doug about what had happened, and he laughed. He explained how the guy had wanted to suck my little penis or for me to suck his cock. I had no idea what he was talking about and told him so. I couldn't believe what he told me. He said wait right there. He turned and went into his parent's room. Even though his parents weren't home he looked like he was sneaking into their room, lest they discover his entry. When he came out, he had a picture book. I didn't recognize the language as it has a lot of dots over some of the letters and some of the Os had slashes through them. The first thing he showed me was a blond holding a man's dick and smiling as she licked it like a Popsicle. In subsequent pictures, she took first the head of his dick in her mouth and then most of the shaft too. The sequence ended with some white stuff coming out of the corners of her mouth. I asked Doug what it was. He said it was cum. Didn't I know anything? Don't you ever beat off? I asked what was beating off? Yeah, you are probably still too young; I only started earlier this year. Doug was almost a year older than me and about 6 inches taller. His voice had changed over the summer too. As almost the youngest kid in the class most of the boys towered over me. At 4'11", I was short for my age, where as Doug had always been taller. He had always been an inch or two taller, now it was 6 or 7 inches. I felt like a dwarf. "She looks like she enjoys it," I said. Doug thought for a moment and said, "do you want to try it?" Now it was my turn to think about it. I had heard people being called queer and other names. I had been called all of them myself, but I didn't really understand them and besides; they didn't apply to me. "I guess so," I said as I looked again the pictures and the smile on her face. Doug loosened his pants. Looking at the pictures, the girl was on her knees. I got on my knees in front of Doug and helped him drop his pants. His dick sprang out of his underwear, and it was almost as long as the boy at the drive-in, but thinner. He had a tuft of light colored hair around the base of his dick that was only slightly darker than the hair on his head. Mine was still hairless. I took a hold of his now hard prick like the girl in the picture book and tentatively licked the underside of the head. I could feel the shiver through his body. I slowly put it in my mouth. It felt so smooth and hard. I said he had to sit down. He backed up to a chair while I held on to his dick. As soon as he was seated, I again had it in my mouth trying to see how much I could get into my mouth. If I let it get too far back in my mouth I would start to gag, but I found I could hold it just short of that point and use my tongue on it. He liked this, but also told me to go up and down on it and wet my lips. I did this for a few minutes when he began bucking in his seat telling me to keep my mouth on it as he was about to cum. I did and the first spurt went straight into my throat causing me to choke and causing me to miss some of it, but I got my mouth back on his spurting dick to catch the last of his load. I thought it would taste like piss, but it was sweet and pleasant tasting. I actually liked it. The only problem was, I had gotten some of it on my shirt. I didn't know if my mom knew what it was, but I couldn't take the chance. I took off my t-shirt and ran to the bathroom to rinse out while Doug pulled up his pants. He replaced the magazine in his parent rooms while I continued to rinse my shirt. I asked if I could use his mother's dryer to dry the shirt. As I was leaving his house, I turned and asked if we could do that again sometime. He smiled and said yes he would like that. The rest of that day and Sunday too, even while I was at church with my family, I thought about his cock in my mouth. It gave me strange feelings all the way down to my little penis. During the week, I would sit in class and think about sucking Doug's dick. As we would walk home, I would talk to him about how it felt until we got to the point where he would walk to his house and I to mine. Finally, Saturday morning came around. After breakfast, I was on my bike headed for Doug's' house. I got to his house, and he hadn't even bothered to dress. He answered the door in his bath robe. We quickly found a comfortable chair for him while took off my shirt so as not to get anything on it this time. He just opened his robe, and I again got between his legs. This time my arms and sides were pressed against his thighs. I found I was even more excited. He again told me what he wanted. He had me lick around the head of his cock and move my lips up and down his shaft. Within a few minutes, his pelvic region was bucking and this time, I knew the drill and was ready for the first squirt and did not gag. I continued sucking on his dick until he slowed down, and his breathing returned to normal. Then and only then did I swallow. It never occurred to me to spit it out. Some had dribbled out of the left corner of my mouth, but I used a finger and pushed it back into savor the sweet taste. He was suddenly embarrassed about being naked in front of me and pulled his robe together. He went off to the bathroom and left me to put my shirt back on. I went to the living room and turned on the TV. A few minutes later, he joined me as he watched our normal Saturday morning fare of cartoons and adventure stories. After about an hour I noticed him adjusting his crotch a few times. I brazenly asked if he was hard again, and he answered yes. Would you like me to suck it again? Yes if I wouldn't mind. Now I love to suck it, I said. I pulled off my shirt while he only dropped his pants, and I sucked on my knees in front of the living room couch. When we were finished and I had swallowed another of his loads. He said boy I wish we could do this every day, which got me to thinking. I left shortly after that as his parents were due home for lunch, and I still had a little time before I was due home. I rode my bike back toward school. Our elementary school was an older part of town. When I go to the place where we normally split up to our respective homes, I started exploring around the area. It was full of small-office buildings and warehouses. About a block from where we usually parted I found an alley between two warehouses dead ending into an abandoned office building. The office building had a go down to the lower level locked basement door. A dumpster blocked the view of it from the street. Surrounded as it was by warehouses, I saw this as the perfect place for a daily suck session. When Monday rolled around I told him I had a surprise for him after school. I could barely contain my excitement as our crept by. When school is finally out, Doug asked what surprise was. I told him to follow me. We got our usual parting spot. He again asked what was the surprise. Again, I told him to follow me. We got to the alley; I pulled him in. I don't think anyone saw us. When we got to the go down, I led the way. At the bottom, I stripped off my shirt and hung it on the old doorknob. Doug took the hint and looking around proceeded to drop his pants. He said his notebook on the steps and set on it. I knelt on the concrete floor. It actually started to take a few minutes to get hard, but I kept at it. Every noise in the alley startled us, but I kept sucking because I wanted his sweet jizm. I soon had his load, and we put ourselves back together. We were more cautious in leaving to be sure that no one saw us. It became a daily ritual. Leave school, duck in the alley for quick blow job and go our separate ways. On Saturdays, I would usually blow him twice. It never occurred to me that the relationship was one-sided. We each got what we wanted. He got off and I got to suck his cock to completion and swallowed the result. It seemed perfectly natural to me. We continued to use the alley for a couple of weeks as he got closer to the end of the school term. The third Monday we were using it, I had just gotten on my knees and stuck my mouth over his dick when we heard open, "Well, well, well, if it isn't Dougie Pace and his little cock sucker." It was Joe Speck, the last person I ever wanted to catch us. Joe was the class bully. He was bigger, stronger, and meaner than any of us, and he loved to push other people around. He was also the dumbest kids in the class, but he had the girls charmed even at that early age. "Hurry up – I'm next." I quickly finish sucking Doug and swallowed is jizm. "He swallows too," I felt embarrassed by his words. As Doug got up and pulled up his pants, Joe came down the stairs and started dropping his pants. I got back on my knees in front of his now hard cock. It was slightly longer than Doug's, but thinner and uncircumcised. I took a hold of his shaft and started to lick around the head. The taste was offensive like dirty tennis shoes or smelly cheese. I started to put it in my mouth when he grabbed my head forcing my mouth on it pushing his prick almost in my throat. I started to gag and choke. I thought I was going to throw up right there; he eased off. "Come on lick the head of my dick. Get your tongue under the foreskin in the cheese," he said. I tried to do as he said, but when I slid my tongue under his foreskin, I again thought, I would throw up. I sputtered and coughed. He backed off from moment fearing I would puke all over him. He told me to grab his cock and pull the skin back. He said for me to use my fingers to wipe off the cheese and get back to sucking because he had a big load he wanted to give me. I did as he said, and soon he was again holding the sides of my head and fucking my mouth. He had it quickly figured out how deep to go without risking getting puke all over himself. Doug pulled up his clothes, and stayed to watch Joe use me as a cum hole. I could tell when Joe was getting ready to cum. As he started cumming, he pushed really deep in my mouth, and the first shot went down my throat, which started off another round of coughing and sputtering. He quickly pulled out and began shooting his jizm on my face, hair and bare chest. He got some in my left eye, and it burned. I slipped on my shirt feeling used in humiliated in front of my friend, yet strangely excited in my groin. "I will see you here tomorrow," he said, "and you can come too Pace. Don't even think of not being here or the whole school will know what a queer cocksucker you are." The thought chilled me, but at the same time I felt another quivering in my groin. "I ought to make you go home like this, but your mother might spoil our fun. I expect to see you here every day after school". He handed me a handkerchief. "Clean yourself up," he said and left. After he left Doug said he had to hurry off leaving me alone to try to get the huge load Joe had left on me cleaned off of my face. I licked my lips to taste. It was not as sweet as Doug's and had a slight bitter undertone. All the next day at school, I would see Joe giving me knowing glances, and though I was being forced by his threat to suck his dick too, I found myself looking forward to it. That afternoon the three of us left school together the Joe on one side of me and Doug on the other. When I got the alley stairs, they flipped a coin to see who got blown first. I stripped off my shirt as usual and waited below. This is how my days went for the next couple of weeks. Then one day there was a wino sleeping in the go down. I started to back up the steps, the Joe said no we were staying and told me to go on down. He's dead drunk and probably won't wake up for hours. Doug didn't want a part of it and left. I felt I was just abandoned by my friend, but I went on down. I did not take my shirt off this time as I wanted to be able to beat a hasty retreat with a wino will. I help joke his cock out so I could give him the fastest blow job I could on trying not to make any noise. Sure enough, he came in just a couple of minutes, and I was ready to leave. He pointed at the wino and told me to blow him. My mind rebelled at the idea of even touching the dirty, smelly old man who lay there with his bottle of Night Train. I shook my head no as I still did not want to wake the old man. "Okay, tomorrow everyone will know what a queer and a cocksucker you are." At that moment, I knew I did not have a choice. I had to do as he said are my life would be over. I got down and started undoing his pants still hoping he would not wake up when I started sucking his cock. I managed to get his pants open his prick out without waking him. I was happy to see that his dick was circumcised as I cannot imagine going through the same problem I have with Joe with this filthy man. As I get closer to his prick, I was overwhelmed by the stench of stale urine and unwashed flesh. I looked at Joe, and he nodded that I should continue. The taste his cock was not as bad as I expected not nearly as bad as Joe's on that first day. I felt a thrill to be sucking a grown man's cock for the first time as it hardened in my mouth. It was as long as Joe's, but wider like Doug's. Going up and down on it, I felt drunk stirring. He woke up to find a small boy sucking his dick. At first, it seemed like he was going to push me away, but as he became more conscious, he grabbed my head to make sure I could not stop. He began pushing my head down on his prick. He pushed the past my gag point in. I was powerless to stop it. He was using my mouth for his pleasure. Soon I felt his prick invading my throat. He began bucking up and down fucking my throat. He soon shot off down my gullet, but not quick enough to keep me from yakking all over his prick. He screamed obscenities at me and released my head. My having gotten his prick out of my throat was the only thing that saved me from drowning in my own vomit. It took me a moment to recover my breath, but Joe pulled me up. He kicked the drunk, knocking him back as he had grabbed for me. The drunk then got up again as we top the stairs, but is open pants dropped to his knees and tripped him. By the time we got to the end of the alley, Joe was laughing his head off about the drunk fucking my throat and me yakking all over the drunk. I didn't think it was so funny still trying to catch my breath, but excited to. It was the last week of school. Doug's parents were moving away to a better neighborhood, and we would not see each other when the school term was over. Joe was going to be at the new school with me, and I would face his blackmail again, but he was going to spend his summer on his grandfather's farm. It was Monday, the week following the encounter with the old drunk. I didn't want to go back to the alley, but Joe insisted swearing that if the drunk was there, we would leave. When we got there, the drunk was not there, but Joe's older brother was. It was senior skip week and Joe had told him about the cock sucker he enjoyed every day. John had come and chased out the drunk, but expected payment for services rendered. I bowed to the inevitable, took my shirt off and blew all three of them knowing there were only a couple more days of school. The next day John was there again, but he brought his friend Bill. As we started, John was on the steps, and I was again on my knees between his legs his dick in my mouth. Bill was behind me watching. He said, "I can't believe you haven't popped this little queer piggy's ass cherry yet," and started to pull down my pants. When I started to try to get up to get away from him, John grabbed my head and shoulders holding me in place. I tried to fight them off, but Joe joined in the hold my arms. By this time, Bill had my pants down to my knees my naked butt sticking up for the entire world to see. He wet his fingers in his mouth and tried to get one up my butt. I kept trying to keep him out and moving this way and that. He reached his other hand around and grabbed my little penis, which had begun to grow hard during these suck sessions, to control me better. I stopped fighting. He was able to get one finger in me and moved it in and out, which wasn't too bad, but the second finger hurt from the stretching. I was crying when he tried to put his dick inside me. His was easily the largest among the four of them. He tried for several minutes before giving up. I thought I was safe. Then he said, "Joe, your dick is the thinnest here. Why don't you open this piggy up for us? Make him squeal!"" Joe spit on the head of his dick in my asshole. I was surprised how easily it went in. I could not believe I was being fucked just like those women in Doug's father's magazines. I did not have long to think about it is John reminded me that I was supposed to be sucking his dick too. I was soon bouncing between them with Joe driving me into John's dick and back out as he pulled back. The brothers work me like that for several minutes. Soon Joe was shooting off deep inside of me. When he pulled out trailing his spunk with the head of his dick, I felt empty, but not for long. Bill was back in me and my little butthole offered no resistance this time. "You got his ass cherry. He will always know that you fucked him", said Bill. No sooner was he in and pounding away than John started cumming in my mouth. After the adventure with the drunk I seem to be able to take them deeper into my mouth almost to my throat. John was so deep that is jizm went straight into my throat, and I didn't gag. Doug took his place. With Doug in my mouth, Bill started hammering away at my asshole going as deep and as hard as he could. "See, I told you he was a piggy," said Bill. My dick got harder. He was hitting a spot that sent what felt like an electric shock down my prick. Soon it was pulsing and shooting out liquid spurts as I came for the first time. Doug spludged in my mouth, and I struggled to swallow it while enjoying the taste of his sweet jizm. Bill was the only one still in me, and he was enjoying pulling me this way and that like a rag doll on his big prick. I could feel him let go deep in me. I thought at first he was pissing inside me because it seemed to go on forever thrust after thrust, but finally, it was over. I lay upon the steps exhausted as they put their clothes back together and left me there. The next day was last day of school, and we were dismissed early. Again, John and Bill were waiting. This time they had me strip naked. John was the first in my butt and Joe was in my mouth. I was their sex toy to do as they wanted, but now I was hoping that they would make me cum again. Both got off fairly quickly, and Bill was at my ass almost at once. This time it didn't hurt at all. Doug was offering his dick my mouth, but my mind was on the 9-inch dick in my ass. It was again sending pulses through my dick that ended in my shooting cum all over the steps. John and Joe laughed at me and said "the piggy must enjoy being a queer". Bill again seemed to shoot gallons inside me. Joe wanted a turn in my ass as he was hard again. After Bill, I hardly felt him. It took longer for him to shoot off in the mess that was already up my butt. When he shot off, he, John, and Bill left joking about their own private piggy fag. Bill said it was better than having to go out to the truck stop on the highway for a blowjob. Doug had stuck around. We had hardly spoken in the last few days and his parents for moving at the weekend. He hemmed and hawed, but the upshot was he wanted to try fucking my ass too. Doug and I had been friends since we were three years old, and I was probably never going to see him again. I got back down my knees and gave my ass to him. I never wanted him to forget me. It took him a little while to cum again, but he seemed to have really enjoyed it. We said our good-byes as I dressed. With Doug moving and the others gone for the summer, where was I going to find more dicks to suck?