Gay Erotic Stories

Michael and I had been buddies for as long as I could remember. We started chumming around together as little kids and stayed friends all through grade school and high school. Michael had always been my hero. He was bigger than I was and seemed so smart in everything. I thought he was the most wonderful boy in the world. When we horsed around wrestling, he was always the winner, but he was gentle with me. I will always remember how his warm body felt against mine as he lay on top of me, pinning me when he won our wrestling matches. I’d always manage to struggle into a position where I could grope him and get a good feel of his cock. When my hand would wrap around his cock he seemed to push his pelvis forward to make sure I got a real good hand full of him. He seemed to delight in my groping his meat as much as I loved doing it. When we weren’t horsing around we would just sit close to each other and talk about what we wanted to do when we grew up. I only knew I wanted to stay with Michael all my life and I got the feeling he wanted to be with me too. As we got older we began talking about taking a two-year business course at Bishops Cross Junior College after high school. We wanted to be able to stay together and thought it would be great if we could work together in the same office. I was really excited that first day at Bishops Cross JC, when Brother Simon was enrolling us in our business courses. Brother Simon asked if we were related or something, because Michael seemed to be the one making the decisions and looking after me. He thought I was the younger brother and found it hard to believe we were the same age. Michael was much taller than I, and had a wonderful, naturally formed body. He wasn’t muscular, but he was beautifully shaped in a gentle, soft way. I always thought of him as a wonderful, soft and cuddly Teddybear. With his long, blond curly hair and his beautiful blue eyes, I never thought of Michael as handsome -- He was just damn pretty. Brother Simon also noticed and commented on his looks several times during our interview. Michael blushed, but said nothing. I, on the other hand, am short and very wiry with kind of dirty blond hair and blue gray eyes. I was still very thin and hoped that some day I would begin filling out. Finally, the big day arrived. It was our first day of class and he and I were both excited. The first of our big disappointments was the seat assignments. My seat was in the front of the classroom and Michael was in the back. We had been separated by many rows of seats and were completely cut off from one another. I asked Brother Simon after class if I could change my seat. He told me his seating arrangement put the bigger boys in the back and the shorter ones in front for a good reason and he wasn’t about to change it. Michael was seated next to this tough looking, streetwise kid wearing an old black leather coat and tight levies. It turns out he sat next to Michael in all of our classes. He and Michael started chumming around and always seemed to be talking and laughing and this was making me so jealous I could hardly see. After several weeks of Michael ignoring me and spending all his time with Spike, I decided to sit on the steps and wait for Michael to come out of class so we could walk home together. I was desperate for things to be like the old times again. Finally, I saw him coming through the main door. He was walking along with Spike, laughing and talking like best buddies. When he saw me sitting there he came over and Michael began introducing Spike to me. He called Spike his new best friend. I was so hot I couldn’t speak. As Spike extended his hand to shake he was glaring at me in a real hostile manner. It was evident he wasn’t interested in having me around. The three of us did walk home together, but Spike made it very clear I wasn’t welcome tagging along with them. After that, Michael began hanging out with Spike exclusively and I saw nothing of him, except in school. He even began wearing a leather jacket like the one Spike wore. When I finally got a chance to ask him about his outfit he just shrugged his shoulders and said Spike had picked it out for him and he loved it. Then, in an excited voice, he told me Spike was taking him on a camping trip that next week. He had promised to teach him about survival and all kinds of neat stuff. When Spike and Michael came back from their trip Michael seemed like a different person. I questioned him about the way he was acting, but he just blushed, looking down at his boots and said nothing. Spike now had Michael tagging along, waiting on him like a slave. I was never really alone with Michael again after that. I did manage to corner him in the hall again once or twice, but he would look around as if he were looking for Spike, then lower his head and hurry away. Spike seemed to have some strange hold over Michael and even though Michael and I had been friends for years, he was now like a stranger to me. He followed Spike around like a puppy dog obeying his master. Michael and I had been so close for so long neither one of us really had any close friends, and now that he was gone I was really alone. I hated the empty, lonely feelings and wanted someone close in my life again. Wanting to get out of the house, I started going on long walks, hoping to find new interests and friends. The one place I loved to walk, and reminisce, was down by the rail yards. I could sit there and remember how Michael and I used to play there as little kids. We loved it because of all the neat stuff, like old rail cars, big rolls of cable and all kinds of industrial stuff. We pretended we were inventors and lugged all kinds of junk home, until our parents finally made us stop. Then one day our playground was gone. Someone had put up a big chain link fence with big gates. We never went back there again after that. When we were in our last year of high school and walking home one afternoon, Michael started talking about the ‘old days,’ when we played down by the rail yards. He kept talking about all the fun we used to have, hanging out at the tracks, and he wanted to go there again just for the fun of it. He seemed to have something on his mind, so we headed down there. He showed me where someone had done a number on the fence. Behind some bushes someone had cut an opening in the fence, and going along with Michael’s plan, we slipped through the opening to have a look around. Michael seemed to know where he was going and led me to a real secluded hiding place behind some old tin buildings. Excited, he pulled some pictures out of his book bag of naked people having sex. We sat there laughing and talking and examining each picture in great detail. We were rubbing our cocks and bragging about what we would do if we ever got the chance. Then Michael dared me to get naked. With a cute little smile on his face, he kept urging me to strip. Then he Stood up and began peeling his clothes off. I was up in a flash and stripping just to prove I was as daring as he was. Standing there completely naked, all I could do was stare at his body. We were both naked, excited and had boners, but I’d never seen his cock hard and I was fascinated by the size of his big cock. As I stared at it he asked me to feel it. Reaching out, I took hold of it in my hand and loved the warm velvety feel of it. It was the biggest piece of meat I’d ever seen and he had asked me to play with it. I kept stroking his cock until suddenly he began to squeal and started shooting all over me. As the hot milky fluid shot all over me it was the most daring and exciting thing I’d ever done and I loved it. After that we went down there as often as we could. I wanted to continue playing with him naked and that seemed to please him very much. I loved the strange excitement of being naked outdoors and I loved playing with his cock even more. One day, not too long after I’d started beating him off, he asked me to get down on my knees in front of him and lick his cock. I’d been playing with his meat for weeks now and that seemed like a special thing that I could do to please him. He asked how I liked the way he tasted, and when I told him I liked it he told me to try licking his balls. We got more daring the more we went down there. I was licking his cock and sucking his balls as well as beating him off, and he even started to lick my cock and beat me off sometimes. Then there were the special times when we would just lay on the ground, licking and sucking each other’s cock and balls. If we heard someone coming down the path, we would crouch behind some old boxes and watch as they would duck behind some old cars and take a leak. Sometimes, someone would drop his pants and take a shit and wipe himself with some paper or trash he’d picked up. We would try not to giggle as we saw them take their dicks out to piss and before long they would be spraying piss to see how high or how far they could go, like a little kid. They all did it and when they finished, some of them would shake the piss off their cock, causing them to get excited and end up beating themselves off. They would stand there beating their meat oblivious to the world around them. When they did end up shooting their load, they would quickly look around, stuff their cock back into their pants and hurry off. When that happened, Michael would get real excited and I would beat him off again. He liked coming a lot and he kept trying to get me to suck him off. I was afraid to do something like that because it seemed so dirty. One time I finally said yes, and kneeling there in front of him, naked and hard, I looked up into his face and I really wanted to do him. He began stroking that big cock of his and as I opened my mouth to suck his dick I chickened out. I started to get up but he forced his cock into my mouth. It was only there an instant when I pulled away and we started fighting. He never tried it again. I thought about how he tasted and wanted to try it again, but he never asked . We still kept going down to our spot and were surprised that more men were coming down to take leaks and beat off. Michael and I both got a big charge out of watching those studs and once when it was getting dark we saw a guy get a blowjob. After that we started going down there later and saw a lot of guys getting sucked off, and eventually we saw one man getting fucked. That’s when we began to look for books showing guys sucking and screwing around. Michael found a whole lot of them at one of the downtown bookstores. Michael had me beat him off regularly and he would shoot all over me and make me rub it in my body. I loved playing with him like that and I even wanted to try to suck his cock again, but I was afraid to say anything after our fight the first time. I’d almost forgotten all the good times we had there. That was before he met Spike. Now everything was different. Spike was Michael’s buddy now, not me. I started to spend all my free time down at the rail yard getting my kicks watching men having sex. It had become a real active pickup place since the days we were hanging around there. Michael and I had talked about queers and cocksuckers and things, and now I realized he had been trying to teach me about sex between men. Now I was addicted to watching all the sex. I started coming back late at night and sit real close in the bushes, watching all those guys getting fucked or sucked. Then, late one night, I had the best show yet. Two guys came walking down the path, holding hands and acting real hot. Looking around quickly to see if anyone was there and not spotting me the action began. The big stud dropped his pants and began beating his meat. As he rubbed his belly and massaged his balls, his cock swelled, glistening with precum. The other guy watched this action for a while and then began to moan and dropped to his knees, reached up with his hands and grabbed that hard cock and slid his mouth down on the big stud in a slow motion, until he managed to work the whole cock into his mouth. He began sucking it so hard and fast I could hear him slurping and gasping. It made me hot and hard watching them. Then the big stud grabbed the other guy’s head and held him tight against his crotch, his whole rod down his throat. Seconds later he was shooting his load, and with each convulsion of his cock he let out a sharp guttural sound, and as each volley of cum shot into the cocksuckers' mouth, he just kept sucking harder. Staying deep down on that shaft he was swallowing everything the man was shooting into him. After he had sucked the stud's cock dry he stood and now the stud, still with his pants around his ankles, turned and was leaning against the building, begging the other guy to fuck him. With the stud's naked butt exposed and his legs spread, the other guy quickly dropped his pants and beat his meat to a hard, firm perfection and then in a sudden sharp move jammed his cock deep into the stud's ass. Sinking deep on his first attempt he held the stud's hips and pulled that ass back and forth on his rod faster and faster until I heard his small squeal of pleasure as he unloaded his nuts deep up the stud’s ass. It was wild, and they took their time getting it off again and again. When they finally finished and left, I came out from my hiding place. As I walked home I knew I wanted to have that kind of sex with a man. The sex activities down there kept getting wilder and the place seemed to become more popular by the week. I even began to recognize many of the guys that were coming back several times a week. One night after supper I decided that I would suck someone’s cock before the night was over. When I got a good looking guy alone I was determined I was going to blow him. I thought back to the time when Michael had tried to get me to suck him off and I never did. I was so sorry I chickened out. I’d really missed my chance with him. As it got darker, the place got real active. Guys started coming down and taking their cocks out pretend to piss and wait. Soon another man would come along, and before long, one of them would drop to his knees and begin sucking the other guy off. It was wild, guys just kept coming, getting serviced and leave. Sometimes, when it got real busy, men would wait in the shadows for their turn. They would watch as a guy was getting sucked off, then before the guy could get up off his knees, the man would come forward, stroking his hard cock. The guy on his knees would look up at the newcomer and without a word open his mouth and take their meat deep. It was a hot sight to watch. Over the next few weeks all kinds of guys came down to the yards, some old—like thirty, other guys in suits and even teenagers in blue jeans, all hot and all hard. I’d never seen the place so active. It was real, live sex with all the sounds and smell of men in heat. The young kids were really popular with the older queers and they seemed to love sucking them off. This place was better than any porno movie Michael and I had ever rented. It was getting late one Friday night and I thought I’d seen just about everything that was going to happen that night. My chance to blow someone had come and gone and I had chickened out. I was still a virgin. I was getting ready to leave when I heard someone new stumbling down the path. I could tell from the noise and the way he was staggering that he must be really tanked up. I could barely make out from the outline of his silhouette that he was one big dude. In the dim light I could see a black leather jacket, then with a start I recognized Spike. I watched in fascination as he unzipped his leather jacket and exposed his bare chest. He shrugged the jacket off and then let his jeans drop and stepped out of them. He stood there naked and hot looking, like a God. He was stripped for action and as the dim light flickered down his hard, masculine body, his hard cock was standing proud and primed for sex. I had to admit he was magnificent looking and he had a great cock. Carried away with lust I was ready to come out of hiding and blow that magnificent cock. Ready to take the plunge, I almost shit when I saw my beautiful Michael weaving down the path to join Spike. My rod went soft as I saw my hero obeying like a dog. I could hear Spike calling Michael in a low harsh voice, “Hurry up, you worthless bitch! You better get your ass in gear or I’ll beat the hell out of you again. Do you want another beating you dumb bastard? Is that why you're dragging your butt, you unworthy slave?" My beautiful Michael was doing like all the other queers, dropping to his knees ready to service him. Spike slapped Michael and told him to beg for his meat. Then, becoming even more vicious, he kicked him in the nuts with his booted foot and told him to beg harder. Without a whimper my beautiful Michael groveled and kissed his boots, begging him for his cock and thanking him for teaching him the right way to serve him. Letting out a dirty laugh, Spike reached down and pulling Michael up by his hair, shoved that mammoth tool into his mouth and commanded him to eat him. I watched as he filled Michael's mouth with that giant cock. Michael hungrily slid down that enormous tool, sucking hard and driving himself down until he’d forced himself right down to Spikes' balls. As Michael gulped and swallowed that enormous cock, Spike seemed to be satisfied and he grunted and unloaded his wad in Michael’s mouth. As soon as he had shot his load, he coarsely demanded his ass to fuck. Michael stood instantly and pulled his jeans down. Dropping down on all fours he presented his firm white ass to Spike for his pleasure. Spike mounted him like a junkyard dog and sunk that huge cock into him dry. Pushing hard, he jammed himself in until he was deep up his ass and then he screwed the hell out of him. That huge cock slid in and out of his ass with ease and it was apparent he’d been fucked so many times his ass was bigger than any street whore. Spike leaned over his back and reached around, grabbing Michael’s nipples and twisted and pulled on them as hard as he could, calling him a worthless whore. Michael seemed to love it and responded to the abuse by crying for more. I was so jealous of Spike I could spit. If Michael was going to be anyone's slave, he should have been mine. If anyone had Michael’s ass it should have been me. I knelt there watching, getting hotter by the second and suddenly began to cum all over myself. We were all startled as someone pushed his way into the little clearing. Glancing up, Spike saw it was just another john looking for sex, and with a nod of recognition just kept fucking. The older guy smiled and nodded back, then stood and watched them screw. Finally, after a lot of groaning and grunting with hard thrusts, Spike sank his cock deep up Michael's ass one last time and let him have his load. Withdrawing his cum covered weapon, Spike stepped in front of Michael’s face and commanded him to do his duty. On that command, Michael opened his mouth wide and let Spike use him as a toilet, and as the last drop of piss dripped from his cock, Michael licked his meat clean. The new man just stood there watching the whole show as Michael was cleaning Spike. The guy began clapping and said "well done". That seemed to please the hell out of Spike and he took a deep bow. The man offered to pay Spike if he could get a service job like that from his slave boy. Spike just smiled and said he only did his master and they dressed to leave. I waited there in the dark and watched the man unzip his pants and take his cock in his hands. He began to play with himself, waiting for some trick to come down the path. I watched as his cock swelled into a magnificent organ. Suddenly, I knew I wanted this guy. He was going to be my introduction into gay life and I stood and came out of the shadows, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my dick out. As I approached him he looked up and asked “you a Homo for hire kid, or do you just like watching the action?" I blurted out that I wanted to suck his cock. With that he began to zip up and told me this was no place for a beginner, and if I didn’t get my ass out of there I was going to get hurt. Then he moved closer and took a good look at me and asked how old I was. Stammering, I said nineteen, almost twenty. I stood there in front of him smiling and trying to look provocative. Giving me the once over he reached over and began groping me and feeling up my ass, saying I was old enough now to know what I was getting into. As he grabbed my nuts and squeezed hard, he said I would make a damn good fuck and he loved a good cherry ass and he was always ready to fuck a fresh, tender young ass. Then, still holding and twisting my nuts, he asked me if I was ready to come out tonight and give up my body to him. Nodding yes, he bent down and kissed me hard on my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I began to shiver and I could feel something hot building in my crotch as my cock swelled even harder. Sliding his hands down to my cock again, he said I was giving him all the right signals and he had a great place to take me for a real good fuck. Following him, we worked our way up the path and out on the street where his car was parked. As he slid in behind the wheel he told me he had a room at the Center Motel in Mishawka. Looking up at me standing at the car door, he leaned over and opened the door and told me to get in if I wanted a real fuck. Then, with a grin, he added that I should be prepared to spend the night because he was really going to screw the hell out of me. He pulled his car swiftly into the street and as he passed Spike and Michael, I ducked down in the seat. He slowed down and asked "what the hell is the matter with you? Did you want to go with me or not?" That’s when I told him about Michael and Spike and how I used to be Michael's best friend. He just shrugged and said from what he saw of those two at that cruising spot, Michael was the kind of boy toy that had been trained to be an obedient slave. He was so well conditioned that he would never be good to anyone but his current master. He went on to tell me the boy’s free will was completely gone and he was so totally compromised that he was good for nothing but being a sex slave. He’d seen boys like that before, and whoever did his training had completely broken his free will. He would always need a master now to look after him. Then he added that if I could get his master to sell him to me, the kid would then become my slave. I begged him to teach me everything about sex. I promised him I would do anything and everything and serve him if he would teach me. Slowing down again and pulling me close, he said if he took me as a student I would have to commit to being his slave, and do everything he commanded of me. That meant surrendering my body to him completely. But, he said, I would still have a free will and not be broken like my friend. It was a short ride to the Century Center Motel and by the time we arrived I had given him my bond that I would do every thing he commanded of me. I was hot and eager and wanted him to teach me everything. As he pulled off of Lincoln Way he slowed the car and pulled in behind the main office. Pointing to the stairs, he told me to get my ass up to room 40 and wait for him. Climbing the stairs I looked back to see him go into the office for the room keys. Seconds later he came out and sprinted quickly up the stairs, unlocking room 40. As the door swung open, he told me to go in to begin my new way of life. I stepped into that darkened room and knew my life would never be the same again. This man, my new Master, stepped in behind me, closing the door. Gently putting his hands on my shoulders he told me I would need to be completely relaxed. He went over to the little nightstand and picked up a large bottle of brandy and began pouring generous amounts of it into two tumblers. Handing one of the glasses to me he said I should know the name of my new Master. He introduced himself as Steven Rassater and told me he was a salesman, married with two boys. He went on to say he came to South Bend every two weeks and he always liked to get a little ass when he was here. If I became his pupil, as my Master, he expected me to be here waiting for him whenever he came to town. If he was going to give up his way of life to become my teacher, he wanted my body unconditionally. He said his usual habit was to go down to that cruse spot and pick up a quick piece of ass, but now, if he was going to take the time and effort to train me, my ass was his alone. Sipping his brandy, he turned and looked at me and asked, “And who are you little man? And why do you want to learn all about sex with men so badly you’ll become my slave?” I told him my name was Billy Black. I wanted to learn about sex and how to get my best buddy back, that was what it was all about. Putting his finger under my glass, he tipped it up and I gulped all of it down. As I swallowed that sweet liquid he told me when he was finished with me I could do anyone or have anyone I wanted. Smiling, he filled my glass a little fuller this time then stood and began taking his clothes off. I sat there on the bed sipping my drink and watching in fascination. Removing his shirt, he first exposed his strong, hairy chest and pausing, folded it neatly and put it on the chair. Then he slipped off his loafers and peeled his socks and put those under the chair. As he bent down close to me I could smell his clean fresh body and as he straightened up he slid out of his tight levies. Standing there almost naked, he slowly folded his pants and carefully put them on the seat of the chair. Standing there covered in only a skimpy little thong, he looked like something out of one of those muscle magazines. His cock was swollen and straining to be released. Walking around like that he turned on all the lights, telling me that sex was beautiful and should never be hidden in the dark. In those bright lights I could see he was really a gorgeous man. He must have been at least forty, maybe fifty, but he was all man and I was going to be his. Then he slipped that little red thong down his hips and stepped out of it. He walked over to me with his huge cock bouncing and swinging like a weapon. Leaning down he grabbed me and pulled me up from the bed, roughly kissed me and began unbuttoning my shirt. I stood there as he slowly stripped me until I was standing before him completely naked, my cock as hard as a rock. Again he kissed me full on the lips and I began struggling for air as he forced that hot darting tongue deep into my mouth. I clung to him and pushed my tongue back into his mouth in hot response, and then began sucking his juices into my mouth. When he finally released me he chuckled and asked if he was the first person that ever kissed me like that. I nodded yes. Then he warned me it was my last chance to back out if I wasn’t sure I wanted to ‘come out.’ Nodding yes in acceptance, I knew I was surrendering my will to him as well as my body. Accepting that as my pledge he led me to the bathroom and told me the first thing to learn was that good habits were safe habits. He promised to teach me everything. He told me he was going to make me one fine queer, someone he could be proud of. My first lesson was how to be a responsive slave. Later I would learn how to be a considerate master. I was frightened when he started fumbling in his bag and pulled out an Enema bag. This was the strangest bag I’d ever seen. It had a very large bag for the water and at the bottom there was a hose connected to something that looked like a big black cock. Greasing that cock with KY and chuckling he told me I might be sacrificing my cherry to him but he was going to make me one great piece of ass. Then he bent me over and slowly inserted that enormous rubber cock up my ass. He kept pushing and stretching as he forced it deeper and when he was satisfied he had pushed it as far as it would go he straightened me up and told me that was how a cock would feel deep up my ass. Rubbing my belly to relax me, he released the clip that held the water back, and as the warm fluid began filling my body I relaxed and got really excited. I could feel my cock get harder than it had ever been. He continued rubbing my body all over, then started hugging me and kissing me. As my gut filled with water, I was becoming uncomfortable. I told him I was full, but he just laughed and slapped he hard and told me he would determine when I had had enough. I was going to need a lot more water to stretch me out for a decent fuck. Putting the bag flat on the counter he began pumping it, forcing even more water into me until the pain made me beg him to stop. The harder I begged, the more he pumped, telling me I would learn to love the pain of sex as well as the gratification and pleasure and that I had to prepare my body for him. My gut was straining and beginning to hurt but I was getting even more excited and when I told him I was getting dizzy, he sat me down on the toilet. Still dizzy and confused from the pain of the water he began jamming his cock into my mouth. My gut still hurt and I began to squirm. Slapping my face hard, he told me to suck him off. I begged him to let me go to the bathroom, but he insisted I suck him off first. I was in agony and tears were streaming down my face from the pain, but I began sucking his cock in desperation, willing to do anything if he would just let me go to the bathroom. Holding my head he began pushing and shoving his cock into my mouth, forcing me to take it deeper with each lunge. With each thrust that huge cock sank deeper into my throat until I finally realized he was in so deep that his balls were slapping my chin. He was only satisfied when he had forced all fourteen inches of his cock down my throat. I hurt everywhere, and as he unloaded his balls in hot fast spurts I began gagging but managed to swallow his cum. Racked with pain, I sucked him as hard as I could. My mind became numb from the pain until my only desire was to please him. As I sat there in this sexual stupor, sucking down his cum, he reached down and slipped that dildo out of my ass. In the explosion of water and waste I felt only gratitude and relief. With his meat still filling my mouth and unable to speak, I began sucking on him again, but this time with great pleasure and delight, letting his meat slide down my throat. I found I could now take him all, and letting my face nestle in his pubic hair I could feel my throat muscles caress his meat. Patting me on the head, he said I was a real good little student, but I had a long way to go in learning how to please a real man. Pulling his meat out of my mouth he held his cock up and pushed his nuts into my face, commanding me to eat his balls. Sitting there naked on the toilet I never thought to protest and just obediently began sucking and eating his balls. Grunting with satisfaction, he let me swirl them in my mouth until I could feel them harden, building for another climax. Quickly pulling me up by my hair, he told me I needed something more to relax me to get me ready for the greatest gift one man could give another. Leading me to the bedroom and fixing another drink he shoved it into my hands and without any question I drained the glass obediently. Still not satisfied, he poured another drink, but this time he filled the tumbler to the top. Again, I tipped the glass to my lips and drained it. Nodding his approval, he said now my body and mind were ready to accept what he was going to teach me. I was relaxed enough now to be a damn good fuck. As I sat on the bed he took my glass and held a small little bottle under my nose. He told me to breathe deep to learn what real ecstasy was. The sharp, pungent odor from the bottle smelled like dirty socks but he called them poppers. I tried to pull away at first, but he kept pushing them under my nose and told me to keep breathing deeply. With my first big inhale my head began swimming and all I could feel was a wonderful hot feeling in my groin. Breathing still deeper I had this wild passion to please this man any way I could. All I could feel now was this hot wonderful lust for his body. Turning his backside to me and spreading his cheeks he pushed his ass into my face and told me to eat him. Desperate, hot, and wanting anything and everything, I began sucking his ass like it was the most wonderful thing I had ever tasted. I licked and sucked that asshole and I was delighted when I could feel him respond in pleasure. As I licked and sucked I knew that there was nothing that I would ever refuse this man. I had surrendered my body and my dignity to him and accepted him as my Master. Turning around he said now that we had put away any silly inhibitions I might have had about sex, I was ready to begin my real training. He crawled up and stretched out on the bed on his back, his huge rod standing proud. He then instructed me to straddle him. Pausing only for a second to grease his cock he told me to mount my ass on his cock and let my weight sink me to whatever level seemed comfortable. As the head of his cock penetrated my ass I felt a sharp, hot pain. Reaching up again with those poppers, he held them under my nose and suddenly I wanted it all. I pushed down, desperate to have all of his cock up my ass. As I felt those 14 inches sink into my body I began pumping, trying to make him go up my ass even further. As I bounced and twisted he reached up and began twisting hard on my nipples, and as the pain shot through my body I began moaning, begging only for more of his cock. Laughing, he said I was one hot little bitch. I began to crave his body even more as I felt that hot pulsating cock deep up my ass. Suddenly, I felt something warm as he unloaded his passions. I went wild, loving the excitement of it all and how it made me feel. I begged and pleaded with him to screw me like I’d seen Spike screw Michael. Without even a comment, he slipped me off of him and rolled me over. Re-entering my ass, he began humping me so hard he was shaking the bed and me as he drove his weapon deep into my body, again and again. He kept telling me I was a real natural, a real pro. Pausing only to blow his balls in me, he would begin again until he finally collapsed in exhaustion. Laughing, he slid up on my chest and began feeding me his cock telling me to suck on his lollypop a little while. As soon as I opened my mouth, he lunged forward, forcing himself deep down my throat. As he began pumping that organ into me with a slow natural rhythm, I looked up into his face and began to caress his body with my hands. Leaning forward, he reached for the phone and even as he dialed he kept that slow even pumping going. He told me he was getting me a little something to eat. When Charley, the desk clerk, answered the line Steve told him he had a live one that wanted a second helping of meat. If he wanted a damn good piece of ass tonight, and he was free, he could join the fun. Seconds later a key turned in the lock and Charley was standing by the bed watching me suck Steve off. His only comment was “My God, the kid can take your whole dam rod”. Laughing, he told Charley I was a natural bitch, and shoving more poppers under my nose I struggled to get the last bit of his cock into my mouth. By now Charley was hotter than hell from watching. Throwing off his clothes he said he wanted some of the action. As Steve kept plunging his rod deep into my mouth I suddenly felt this wet sensation of soft hot mouth slipping down my cock. Then gentle hands began to squeeze and massage my balls. My mind was spinning as Charley began sucking wildly on my cock. As my cock throbbed in ecstasy he continued pulling and twisting my balls. As the pain shot through my body, it seemed to enhance my pleasure. Then Steven filled my mouth with his hot sweet cum and as I sucked that hot fluid down I began to convulse and shot my wad into Charlie’s hot wet mouth. Every fiber of my body was on fire with passion and lust. Pausing only seconds, they pulled me up into a sitting position and began taking turns ramming their cocks down my throat. They took great delight in forcing themselves deep into my throat and cheering when they finally had me sucking them down in one great lunge. Next, pushing me to my knees on the floor and forcing me on all fours between them, Steve began to pump my ass while Charley fucked my mouth. As one would push the other would pull and I began rocking back and forth on their tools like a piston on a shaft. Again my aching balls exploded, shooting cum all over the floor. Every little while they would pause for a break and pour another drink for me. Draining the glass without question, and as my reward for obedience, they screwed me even harder. After a while I was so hot, tight, and giddy I was responding to their commands automatically. There was nothing they could ask of me that I could not or would not do. I had surrendered my body to them for whatever pleasure was theirs and I wanted nothing more than to please them. As a new game Steve splashed brandy over his body and I licked it off until I cleaned and licked his whole body. I lost track of how many times they screwed me, or what parts of their bodies I was sucking and licking, but I am sure that there was nothing about them that I hadn’t sucked or been fucked by. One of the last things I remember was when they decided to use me as their toilet. Standing over me the streams of piss flowed into my mouth and I greedily gulped and swallowed every last drop, trying to get it all. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to please them. The very last thing I remember was Charley holding my legs apart as something big entered my body and I was filled with this wonderful hot sensation. Finally exhausted, I drifted off into this warm deep sleep and I accepted the fact that my body was completely for their pleasures. As the light of day streamed through the open windows, I was swollen and sore and every part of my body seemed to hurt. Then I remembered all of what had happened to me that night. Looking around for Steve or Charley I was suddenly scared. No one was there. There was nothing, no luggage, not even my clothes. I sat up in bed, naked and afraid, wondering what was going on. Looking down at my body I was shocked to see it covered in hickeys and bruises, and pulling myself out of bed my asshole felt like it had been screwed with a baseball bat. I was sore, but I was happy. Then there was a soft rapping on the door and the sound of keys in the lock. Watching as the door slowly opened, the first thing I saw was the tray of food, then Charlie’s smiling face. He had breakfast on a tray for me in one hand, and my clothing over his arm all pressed and cleaned. The first thing out of his mouth was, “What a night, you’re one hell of a piece of ass, boy” You even took my fist up your ass the first time, right up to my elbow. Putting the tray on the table and carefully laying my clothes on the chair, he unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor and said, “Come get the first course of your breakfast, you faggot”. As I moved toward the table he was stroking his cock and beginning to glisten with precum he purred, “Just like last night, baby. Eat me and take it all”. Seeing that hard cock, my mind was on fire with lust and I slid easily down his rod. As he sank deep into my throat his only comment was, “Man, you are one great cocksucker.” Then grabbing my head he began pumping deep into my throat and suddenly let out a muffled cry and filled me with his hot cream. After sucking every drop from him, I crawled up on one of the chairs across from him. As I ate the breakfast he’d brought me, he told me that Steve had paid the bill for the room and ordered my breakfast. He also left instructions for Charley to explain to me about his appointments all day and that he would be driving back to Ohio when he was finished. He went on to say that Steve had a standing reservation for this room, and expected me to be there every two weeks to service him. Then smiling, he added that Steve had given him permission to use my body for anything he wanted, any time he wanted. Laughing, I told Charley I was so sore I doubted if I could even shit. He said he wasn’t surprised, because Steve and he had their fist up my ass half the night fucking me. Steve wanted my ass stretched wide so he could have a hot wild fuck. Before the night was over I had been stretched wider than a street whore servicing the fleet. When I finished breakfast, Charley stood, his dick hard again, demanding my ass. Without any hesitation or question, I dropped to my knees and spreading my legs presented him my ass for his pleasure. I could feel his big hands on my hips as he mounted me, and as he slid his dick into my ass right up to his balls my body was filled with a great passion. I had been ready to serve him instantly when I saw that moist, hard cock and I needed him desperately. “Boy” he said, “when Steve breaks in a queer he really knows how to do it right.” He pumped the hell out of my ass until I could feel him filling me with his hot cum. When he at last pulled out of my ass I spun around and began lapping at his cock, cleaning it to show him my gratitude for his attention to me. As I began dressing, Charley told me that Steve wanted me again next Saturday and I should come prepared to spend the weekend. True to his word, he had given me to Charley as his piece of ass any time he wanted me. All he had to do was call and I would be there waiting for him. Even with me as his personal whore, Charley always managed to be on duty when I serviced Steve. After our first round of sex, Steve would have me call Charley and invite him to join us. He seemed to enjoy watching me service Charley and when he would get excited again he would join in the gangbang. It was after one of our special nights he told me that someday he would not be able to keep making these trips. Then, sweetly kissing me, he said when he was done with my training I could have any man I wanted. In the meantime, until I found that someone special, I was to service only him and Charley. When they screwed me it wasn’t enough to just surrender my body. I had learned to respond and titillate them, driving them to new hot orgasms. Steve had been teaching me all the little tricks that would drive men wild. He was a good teacher and gentle with me, and even though I had pledged my body to him, he took the time to teach me how to communicate with my lover. I was learning how to really screw a man, to blow his mind as well as becoming the best piece of ass he would ever have. For all Steve’s manliness, he was one great piece of ass himself. In some of my training he demanded I learn how to screw a man correctly. He always told me, it wasn’t the size of a man’s cock, but how well he used it. Each time we met, he seemed to have something exciting and new to teach me or tell me. His latest instructions were on how to obtain and use my own personal sex slave, adding that with care and thought I might still be able to get Michael, if I still wanted him. I was an eager student because I still had those dreams of having Michael. I was still bitter about how I was cheated out of his ass by Spike, and I promised myself that someday I would possess him. Steve and I were well into our second year of bondage and I was finishing up my second and last year of Jr. College. The last two years had been good to me. I was a lot bigger now from the constant physical exercise, and I sure knew a lot more about sex. It seemed that my body developed as my appetite for sex grew and was satisfied. I was now taller and bigger than either Michael or Spike, and Steve told me I had become quite a desirable piece of ass. Thanks to the gifts of clothing from Steve I was one damn well dressed dude. I was confident with my sexuality and I was gay and proud of it. I was living, breathing proof that sex was wonderful. One night after a gentle, loving session I lay in Steve’s arms and told him about my up and coming graduation from school. I asked if he and Charley would come to see me graduate. I felt I was coming to a major crossroad in my life, and I wanted my two lovers to be there with me. With great care and tact, Steve told me that now that I was going out in the world, it was time for me to make my life apart from him. He had taught me every thing I had asked for and it was now time to be a man. He very gently explained that he had been promoted and would not be on the road anymore. That meant our relationship had to come to an end. I knew this day would come, because Steve had told me his wife had long been giving him trouble about traveling, and it was just a matter of time before he would put in for a managerial position and settle down. He had always been up front with me, but I was really going to miss that man. Well, he had made a man out of me, so to speak. During my two years of bondage to Steve he had given me so much, my training, so many wonderful gifts, and he had taught me so much I had a lot be thankful for. He had even left me with Charley, a damn good man that I loved to service. That night we parted friends and I told him I’d always be there for him if he were ever in town. I knew, however, that the time had come for me to go after what was rightfully mine. Graduation was a whole different matter. We all were ecstatic to be graduating and going out to search for jobs. That was when Brother Simon called me into the office for my personal job placement interview. He had the privilege of making recommendations to top firms of the boys he considered top hiring material. He spoke right up and said he had been keeping an eye on me the last two years and watched me develop mentally, as well as physically. Brother Simon felt that I might have some kind of identity crisis and wanted to help me. Then he smiled and looked me over and said he wanted to get to know the real me. When I asked him what he meant, he said that I always seemed to dress rather provocatively and he also noticed that I seemed to have strong attractions to one of the boys in class, that Michael boy. I stammered that I didn’t know what he meant, but as I looked into his eyes I was beginning to recognize the standard come on of a ‘John” in heat. That was when he told me he’d stayed at the Center Motel last Sunday with an intimate friend and he saw me going into one of the rooms. In fact he was staying in room 39 and he really heard more than he saw. Not sure what to think, he asked Charley, the cute Desk Clerk about me and told Charley I was an old friend of his. Charley told him I was one of the regulars and one hell of good piece of ass. "He was really quite descriptive about you and your activities, even offering to give you a message if I wanted to screw you." Standing and pulling up tall and proud, I admitted I was gay and I loved sex with men. Then Brother Simon really surprised me. He stood and moving from behind the desk he looked like a troubled little saint with his sackcloth robe caught at the waist by his beads. Silently, his nimble fingers quickly undid the beads holding his robe and he let it slip away and puddle around his sandled feet. He stood there, wiry, naked and hard. He was sporting one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen on such a little man. With a wicked smile on his face, he said even men of the cloth wanted to get their nuts off once in a while. Smiling, I nodded my acceptance of his offer. He watched me with lustful, shining eyes as I quickly slipped out of my clothing, and as I kicked off the last of my garments into a pile on the floor, I slipped to my knees to blow him without so much as a hint of self-consciousness. Quickly, he stammered that what he really wanted was a piece of ass. Pulling myself up, I led him to the sofa and as we began our interview he pulled my legs over his shoulders and I welcomed him into my body. We spent our afternoon in a wild hot “conference”. Brother Simon was one damn hot stud and I was delighted to show him how much pleasure my body could give him. He rode me like a cowboy with his giant cock and he was one damn experienced rider. As he slid in and out of my ass I began bucking and pumping to make sure he got the ride of his life. I could feel his meat expand and explode in me again and again as he rode me until he was exhausted. As he pulled away I managed to turn him and began doing wild things to his cock with my tongue. What had started as a quickie for Brother Simon turned into an afternoon of sexual fantasy and delight. Our sex together drove him to places of delight that he’d never been to before. Finally, as he sat there on the couch, spent and glassy eyed and limp, I promised I would come back anytime to service him, if he wanted me. I only wanted one favor in return. I explained that I wanted him to recommend Michael and me for a job with a good company, if possible. Without missing a beat, Brother Simon looked up with a wicked expression and asked that if he recommended us both for a good job could he have a round at Michael’s ass? I assured him that in exchange for this favor, we would be his boy toys, at his beck and call. As we stood there I let my tongue slide down his firm little body and went down on one knee, beginning to lap and suck his crotch. Then, slipping around to his butt, I gently spread his cheeks and slipped my darting tongue into his ass and began rimming him. He started to quiver and shake and as he begged for more, I gently turned him and let my lips slide down that huge tool of his again. I felt his body tremble and he came again. Then I stood and told him that Michael and I were his to command, anytime he wanted us. The day before graduation I had a wonderful surprise. A beautiful card arrived in the mail from Steve and he had included a very handsome check as my graduation gift. I cried when I thought of how wonderful he’d been to me. My two years with him had been terrific. He’d taught me more than just sex, he’d made my body a tool of joy and taught me how to use my body to achieve my goals. In our two years he made me a confident sexual being. Our graduation went splendidly and when it was all over I walked over to Spike and congratulated him and told him about the magnificent job offer Michael and I had received from that wonderful recommendation of Brother Simons. While I was shaking his hand, he told me he was moving back to Chicago, confiding to me he had always hated this yokel town. His parents were staying here, but he was moving back to Chicago, where there was the money and job opportunities he craved. That gave me the opening I needed to make my move. I asked him what he was going to do with Michael. Then, before he could respond, I pushed him further and told him that if the story of how he had abused Michael ever got out it would be damaging to his reputation as well as his career. Looking at him coldly I said Michael could be a serious problem for him. Even Brother Simon had started asking questions about him and his relationship with Michael. Startled, he looked blank for a moment and became very uncomfortable. Stunned at that revelation, he asked me if I would be interested in having my own personal sex slave. I knew I had him in a bind and he was afraid of exposure. He was trapped. That’s when I told him it would cost him a couple of hundred dollars to take care of his problem. I knew Brother Simon well enough to square the deal with him to stop prying into his affairs. Then, coldly, I asked him how much money would he give me to take this problem off his hands. After all, Michael was well used and would need to be retrained. Spike knew he was trapped, he couldn’t take Michael with him, and if he left him alone, by himself in this condition, it would lead right back to him. Shifting back and forth in an uneasy manner, Spike knew he was in a bind. That’s when he offered me five hundred dollars. I offered my hand and said we had a deal. I would take Michael for five hundred and he could keep his reputation clean. I had this warm feeling in my gut because of how well I’d learned my lessons from Steve on how to take control of situations and manipulate men. With a frown on his face, Spike surrendered to my demands and called Michael over to join us. It had all gone well. Michael, who had been talking with the rest of the class, looked up when Spike called him, then came to us and stood obediently next to Spike waiting for his instructions. It was wonderful. By all outward appearances, Michael appeared to be the same. He was still that soft-spoken, gentle giant, but now he had been conditioned to obey his master completely, anytime or anyplace. I had trouble controlling myself and not laughing at my victory over Spike. The irony of it all was I screwed him royally. I would have gladly paid the money for Michael. Now here stood the man of my dreams and he was going to belong to me. Spike gave Michael instructions about me becoming his new master and that from now on he was my property. Michael bowed his head in submission and moved to join me without a word--I did catch a small glimmer of excitement in his eyes and a suppressed smile just before he lowered that lovely face. I had to admit that Spike had done a wonderful job in obedience training. As the evening progressed, Michael stayed at my side and we finished our social commitments. For our first night together, I thought I would take him up to the Center Motel for his break in period. I wanted to celebrate and I decided to share my night of triumph with Charley so he could also celebrate my new slave. It had all worked out, thanks to Spike, Steve and Brother Simon. Then I thought I must remember to have Brother Simon over to our apartment for that special time I’d promised him when I got Michael settled in. I pulled my car into the Center Motel lot and led Michael into the office to check us in. Charley looked up and got all excited when he saw Michael. He was standing there quietly, with his collar and leash, and his head bowed waiting for instructions. He whispered that I had one gorgeous hunk of slave boy and asked if there was going to be a party tonight. Taking my key, I suggested he stop up after duty and he could have seconds. Then I led Michael up the stairs. I opened the door and commanded him to go in and prepare himself for my pleasure. I slipped through the door and locked it, pulled the shades and began turning on all the lights. I wanted to see every expression, every part of his beautiful body as I ravaged him. Michael was now naked and kneeling, his beautiful blond head bowed, waiting for my commands. We had come full circle now, but I was the big one, I was his master. Spike had found him, broken him and trained him. But now he belonged to me. I took my time disrobing, trying to decide the best way to take full possession of his body. I wanted to teach him how to please me in every way. Stepping up to him and lifting his beautiful blond head, I placed my hard cock on his lips and watched his beautiful blue eyes grow wide in delight as my cock began sliding deep down into his throat. As I slid down that wet hot passage he began to suck and massaged my tool with his tongue and throat muscles. He was one damn good cocksucker. Humble, and with his arms at his side, he eagerly took everything. I rammed into him and became totally obsessed with his hot moist mouth working my cock. I pumped deep into him, over and over again, harder and harder, forcing tears to his eyes. I was so hot I was unable to contain myself and began shooting my load. Feeling me cum, he sucked and licked and swallowed every thing I was pumping into him as if it were his only mission in life. His only words as I withdrew from his mouth were “Thank you Master” Now, insane with lust for his body, I commanded him to assume the doggy position. As my hard cock slid into the big velvety passageway of his ass, I felt his warm, wet hole grip and pull on my cock. It was a smooth, delicious ride, something I’d dreamed about for a long time. I started pumping him with slow, deep strokes, wanting to make this trip into his body last as long as possible. I wanted to always remember the pleasure of the first fuck of my new slave. All too quickly, I came. Pushing Michael down on the bed, I commanded him to fuck me. Startled, he looked dazed and humbly explained that Spike had never allowed him to touch himself. Only on rare occasions, when he was good, was he allowed to beat off. Pulling him close and kissing him, I told him I wanted him to take my body like a wild animal and screw the hell out of me. His eyes began to sparkle and kissing me deeply on my lips our mouths opened and our tongues began searching out each other. After a long, heated kiss he sat back and began pulling my legs up over his shoulders. I felt his fingers eagerly positioning his cock and with a gasp of emotion, and tears streaming down his face, he lunged like a hungry animal. Sinking deep up my ass his face was transformed into a vision and I saw some of that old smile coming back. He kept muttering "I love you" over and over again. That huge wonderful cock that I remembered, sailed in and out of me as he screwed me with the pent up lust of a wild man. It was a wild night when he realized he could finally get everything he’d ever dreamed about. He slammed into me like a hound possessed, coming again and again, until he was finally spent. Then, pulling that still hard cock out of me, he crawled up my body and pleading with a small voice, asked permission to put his cock in my mouth. Pulling him forward by the hips and taking his cock with my lips, he sighed heavily and sank his meat deep into my throat. I could feel his awakening sexual drive and his eyes went glassy and he began to rape me like an animal. He was everything I could ever want in a man, and he was going to be a very satisfying slave. He had the body to fulfill my every desire. The sound of a key in the door did not deter Michael in the least as he humped my face. He was lost in the avalanche of repressed passions. Charley stood there and again uttered his familiar cryptic comment, "you’re taking the whole fucken' fifteen inches of that cock." That was when I felt the bed shake as he pulled Michael’s legs down and spreading them began to fuck the hell out of my lover. For the second time in my life, it was like a tag team match to see who could fuck, suck and screw the most, until finally, at dawn, the three of us slept from sexual exhaustion. Later, when I finally awoke, Michael was in my arms, crying softly and begging me to love him. We had come full circle. I had my lover now and he was really mine. A soft rap at the door and Charley poked his head in with a tray, announcing that the honeymoon breakfast was now being served. I pulled my beautiful, naked lover over to the table and pushed him to his knees and told him he was now my property forever. Then in a show of ownership and possession, I lifted his lovely head and placed my swollen, pee hard cock into his mouth and released my stream of hot urine to show him he was mine. With tears in his eyes, his hands closed over mine and when he finished swallowing all my piss, he pledged his body to me for my pleasure forever. As the door closed, Charley hung the do not disturb sign on the door and he heard Michael’s soft voice ask, “Can I fuck you now Master?”