Fred’s asshole was complaining mildly — but inside, Greg’s cock kept finding Fred’s prostate, causing these incredible flashes. In his hand, Fred’s cock kept shifting from flaccid to iron-hard, responding to stimuli that Fred couldn’t really analyze. A hand took over jacking Fred’s cock, and Fred gave himself up to the sensations in his cock and ass…
This went on for a while, Greg grunting and pumping while Fred floated on a cloud of sensation. It was indescribable; Fred didn’t think he could get a nut this way, but it was very, VERY pleasant, especially with his eyes closed so he could concentrate on the feel of Greg’s cock running in and out of his ass. Jacking might get him there, if his cock would stay hard long enough … The hand went away momentarily, but before Fred could complain, it was back, drier, and providing a corkscrewing stroke that added to Fred’s pleasure; he groaned quietly, for the umpteenth time…
… Then a voice said, "So, is he broken in yet?"
An icy shock went through Fred and his eyes popped open. There were two other guys in the room! Greg hadn’t locked the door! A dark-haired white dude was jacking Fred while jacking himself, and a black dude was watching over Greg’s shoulder! Greg grinned and grunted, "Mostly. You just scared the shit out of him, though."
"Hey, what the fuck!" Fred howled and tried to sit up, but the black-haired dude put a hand on his chest and pressed him back, "Relax, Man, we just want to play, too…" With that, he bent and enveloped Fred’s cock with his mouth.
Fred froze, in spite of himself. That was apparently just what he needed to get iron hard … The dude went straight to deep-throating him and Fred flopped back, gasping "This is a private party…"
"Nah," the black dude shook his head, "We’ve been waiting for Greg to finish your education for damn near a month, now. This be the graduation party — dig?"
Fred, stricken, flicked his eyes to Greg, who was grinning widely, while continuing to pump Fred’s ass. "You had fuck me written all over you, Man," he grunted. "It was like shooting fish in a barrel."
"Awright, go get some mouth. Lemme open him up," the black dude chuckled, swatting Greg on the ass. Greg backed out obligingly, and the black dude waggled a serious hunk of meat before Fred’s dazed eyes before positioning it at his cringing asshole. "This might hurt a bit, getting started," he advised, "I have to let someone else go first, lotsa times, or it REALLY hurts…" With that, he wedged the head of his cock in Fred’s still-gaping bung and pressed forward.
"AAAAHHH!" Fred wailed, then gritted out "Why?" shifting his gaze to Greg, who now stood at his head.
"I thought I explained all that," Greg replied, unconcerned. "You’re as bisexual as they come — it was written all over your face any time there was a dude in the room with you. Shit, if I hadn’t seen you with women, I’d have figured you for queer! Even so, the way you talk about women…" he shook his head. "You were just chicken-shit about it, so I took you on so we could all get some strange … Now, quit whining, lay back and enjoy it — and give me some head!" With that, Greg reached out and turned Fred’s head to the side so that he could slide his cock into Fred’s still gaping mouth. Horrified and humiliated that his situation was public, a feeling of helplessness stole over Fred; he stopped fighting and began to suck Greg’s familiar cock. Greg put a hand on his head to steady him and grinned down at him, "That’s it, enjoy! You know you like it, so quit acting like an idiot and enjoy the ride! How many times do you think you’re going to get to be the filling in a man sandwich, anyway?"
There followed a period of time whose duration was unclear to Fred, but was a series of peaks and valleys, in between which Fred existed in some kind of fugue state. Several of the peaks were very personal; Fred remembered getting three nuts, distinctly, the first into the dark-haired dude’s mouth, triggered by the black dude pulsing cum into his ass, the second blown into the dark-haired dude’s ass, doggie style, while the dude swapped spit with the black dude — who was taking Greg’s meat up HIS ass — and the third while again being triple-teamed, with the black dude’s cock in his mouth, the dark haired dude blowing a nut in his ass, and Greg blowing him … Valleys tended to fall into two categories — the relatively shallow ones that came with having a cock inserted into his ass — something that apparently ALWAYS hurt, for a few seconds — and deep canyons of terror caused by the sauna door opening — which it did on three occasions that Fred recognized. And while no one else joined them, Fred was thoroughly freaked that whoever had opened the door was spreading the word about his queer-bait tendencies…
When it was over, the black dude swatted a thoroughly wasted Fred on his ass and said, "Well, now that you’re broken in, nobody should have to worry about getting a little from you out in the main rooms! I’ll see you out there — I’m gonna want more of that sweet ass of yours!" The other two followed him out, grinning, leaving Fred positively grey with horror at the idea of being publicly used as queer-bait!
That was the last time he and Louise visited that group; the idea that he might get seen sucking a dick — or worse, taking one up his ass — was more than he could deal with. If the whole thing got out — shit, if LOUISE got wind of it — he’d be absolutely ruined! The first time they missed a party wasn’t too bad — Fred was in too much of a funk to be up for it — but the second time took willpower; he fought the impulse to slink back in and try to get some dick — quietly — for days … After that, they had found a new group — one without any homosexual activity of any type going on in it — and Fred went back to straight pussy — at least in public. But he’d ended up hunting down a few places where he could watch videos of queer sex — and then discovered gloryholes, where he could actually participate, anonymously…
Now, he had a place to go when things just got too hard…
Fred looked up; he’d been sitting here in the truck woolgathering for God knew how long. Maybe THAT was what the other dudes did in the parking lot … He fired up the truck and got the Hell out of there.
Chapter 46
Posted: March 29, 2009 - 07:15:29 pm
Wednesday started quietly; everyone was husbanding their resources for the afternoon meeting. Toby spent most of the morning reviewing the footage of the previous day’s session of Beth’s School for Advanced Cock Sucking — those cams he put in Ma’s room were worth their weight in gold … He learned an incredible amount…
It was a tea, almost. The females of the older generation turned out dressed more formally than they had in some time in dresses or blouses and skirts. Sally wore a white sleeveless blouse, a pleated skirt and REAL SHOES — a pair of round-toed buckle shoes with low heels. Teela turned out in what was for her high-fashion — a white blouse with a black necktie, a black spandex skirt and high boots with thick black soles — all under a short black cape. There was no color spritz; instead, she settled for a tiara.
Rick, characteristically, refrained from disparaging her taste in clothing, limiting himself to, "What, no stockings?"
Teela smirked and replied, "No panties, either," and that was that…
If anyone dressed down, it was the guys — and that was probably because they just didn’t understand. Still, no one was exactly ratty; Lon and Rick were in golf shirts and shorts, Toby in long sleeves and slacks, and Terence in good jeans and a logo shirt. Of the group, Damian was the most casually dressed in an upscale grey track suit and a black muscle shirt.