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Sitting around drinking with my buds on a nice warm day. We started to discuss which of the girls at school gave the best blowjobs. My cock chubbed up and started tenting my shorts in a big way. I was embarrassed and tried to hide it under the table. After a few minutes, my cock started to hurt, confined as it was by my underwear and tight shorts. I finally said ”what the fuck” and stood up, adjusting my meat to a more comfortable position. I realized that I had nothing to be ashamed of. My fat 9″ cock was on display and I felt great. The guys laughed but soon felt free enough to proudly show off their boners, as well.

We were men, and men should never be embarrassed about showing off their manhood.

His head was throbbing as he woke up, naked and face down on the beach. Damn, he thought to himself, spring break is much more intense than he expected. He needed to pace himself and slow down on the drinking or he would not survive the week. He can’t even remember what happened last night. He lost track of his friends at one point and started drinking with some frat boys from Michigan. The last thing he remembers is being handed a drink and told to follow the guys to a quiet spot on the sand, away from the crowds.

Now that he was more awake and able to take stock of his situation, he realized it was not just his head that hurt, his whole body was sore. His ass felt like it had taken a beating. As he focused on the pain, he realized it not only hurt, but it felt different. It felt….empty. There was no other word for it. Like it was relaxed after being stretched. The same feeling you get after taking a serious dump. It was weird that it felt “empty”, because he could also feel that it was full and that something was dripping out.

He put it out of his mind for now. For the moment he needed to figure out how to get back to the motel he was staying at. With no clothes, phone, or money, he would need to sneak down the beach and hope the guys he came with were in the room. He figured his friends would be able to help him find out what happened last night.

He was in luck, his buddies were all sleeping off hangovers from the night before. So he was able to get into the room. They had all gotten really drunk after striking out with the girls at the bar. As he walked into the motel room full of horny guys, he caught sight of the writing on his back in the mirror over the sink. He suddenly understood what had occurred and why his ass felt abused. The realization came a little too late, his “friends” has seen his back as well, and knew they had a way to take care of their “blue-balls”.

He did not have to worry about waking up naked on the beach again, because he never left the motel room. While most college students come back from spring break tan and full of good stories, he went back to school pale, broken and full of cum.

My buddy crashed on my couch last night, as we had been out late drinking. In the morning I walked into the living room, not realizing that he chose to sleep in the nude. As I made breakfast in the open kitchen, I kept glancing over at his naked body, draped on my couch. I had not seen him undressed previously and was surprised by the size of his meat. He was sporting semi hard morning wood and his cock was pointing towards the ceiling.

As the smell of bacon frying hit him, my buddy started to stir and wake up. He casually reached down and stretched out his dick, and got up. He seemed totally comfortable being naked in front of me and made no effort to cover up. I poured him a cup of coffee as he stood in front of me causally chatting. It took a great deal of effort to keep from looking at his crotch, especially since he kept reaching down and scratching his balls.

“Dude, you keep looking at my junk, what’s up? You like my cock? Are you a fag? I mean… it’s OK, I got no problem with fags.”

“No, I am not a fag, I am just not used to seeing a naked guy in my apartment, other than me.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“A little, you have a hard on.”

“It’s no big deal, I wake up every morning with a hard on, don’t you?”

“Well yeah, but…….”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Ahhhh…No problem, I guess.”

“You are a man, right? You know how this works. Every morning you wake up with a boner. A cock so hard it hurts. You know from experience that morning wood go away until you bust a nut and take a long piss.”

“So go take a leak.”

“Can’t. A boner like this wont go down enough to aim my dick at the toilet. I would end up pissing all over your bathroom ceiling.”

“It’s just weird standing next to a naked guy with a hard on.”

“Look, if it bothers you so much, you could help me take care of it.”

“What?”

“It won’t go down unless it gets drained.”

“No way.”

“C’mon, just help me out.”

“I’m not gay.”

“OK, but you can still help a buddy out.”

“Not interested.”

“You can’t take your eyes off of it, so you are a little interested.”

“Ummm no.”

He then reaches up and puts his hands on my shoulders. He adds pressure forcing me down on my knees in front of him. His massive cock is now inches from my face. As I look at his junk, close up, it seems to get even harder. His cock becomes bigger and longer, pointing straight out from his pubes. He has not moved, but his meat is now pressing against my lips.

“Just help me out. No big deal. Spread those lips and let me in.”

As if I have no will of my own, my lips part and his rod slides into my mouth. It feels bigger in my mouth than it looked. Above me I hear him moan in pleasure, as more of his manhood penetrates my face. He moves his hands to the back of my head and starts pulling me closer into his crotch. His cock pushing against the back of my throat. I am

mesmerized

by this man. He is feeding me his cock, and I have stopped resisting.

“Yeah faggot get down on that dick. I knew you were a cocksucker!”

I heard him call me a cocksucker and broke out of my trance. I try to pull off and stop this, but I can’t. My buddy has my head locked in place with his hands. I am unable to remove his hard meat from my mouth.

“Keep sucking faggot. I had always heard guys give better head than girls, but until now I did not believe it. Your mouth feels amazing.”

For some reason, I felt a little pride in the fact that I was giving him his best blowjob ever. What the hell was happening to me? I was sucking my friends cock. This is wrong.

“OK fag, you suck like a pro, but now it is time for me to take charge.”

Holding my head firmly in place he starts pumping his cock in and out of my face. He quickly picks up speed and is soon pounding my throat trying to get deeper.

“This is fucking incredible. I can pound your face as hard as I want and you will take it, won’t you? You’ll take it because it makes me feel good, and as a faggot your job is to make real men feel good.”

I could hear his words. As he fucked my face harder and harder, he was telling me that I was less than him. That only his pleasure mattered. I was just a hole for him to thrust his big thick sausage into. The words were backed up by his actions. He obviously did not care that my jaw hurt or that my throat felt raw and sore from the friction. He only cared about the pleasure my mouth was bringing him. He was using me.

“Yeah faggot, take that dick!”

He was now skull fucking me as hard as he could. I did not think I could take much more. My nose smashed into his pubes on every down stroke. Over and over, his cock punched in and out of me.

Then he stopped. His cock got even bigger and harder. Slowly he thrust forward with his hips, moving inward. I could feel his cock force all of its gigantic length and girth deep into my throat with a relentless thrust, stopping only when he was fully hilted. He reaches the point where, for a couple of seconds, it seems like a telephone pole has been forced into me. I feel his meat start to twitch as he unloads his sticky love juice into my stomach.

OOOOOOHHHHH YYYEEEESSSS!!!!! THAT FEELS GOOD!!!! UGHHHHH!!!!!! HELL YES!!!!!

Finally, it was over. My jaw hurt badly from being forced open for so long. I looked up at my friends face and saw him smiling, looking totally relaxed and happy.

“Nice job cocksucker.”

I wanted to protest. To once again state that I was not a cocksucker, but did not think he would buy it. My credibility was strained by the fact that my mouth was still filled with his hard cock and my stomach was full of his warm, creamy jizz.

“That was fucking amazing, just what I needed to take care of my morning wood. Busted a big ol’ nut in you, fag. It felt great using your hole. Now I think I can piss.”

Before his words fully registered, I felt his hot urine start to flow. He was pissing down my throat! My “friend” was using me as a urinal!

“Yeah… swallow that piss bitch! Your going to be taking care of my morning boner from now on. Sucking the cum and piss out of my cock like a good faggot should.”

I did not want this. I wanted everything to return to the way they were last night. We were buddies, friends, just two guys getting a couple of beers. I knew it would never be that way again. I was no longer his friend, now I was just a hole to be used. A place to dump his loads and empty his bladder. I was now his personal cocksucker.

Your buddy was staying with you for a few days. Camping out on your fold-out couch while his apartment was getting painted. The first two days were good, just dudes hanging out. But then on the third day you noticed a change. Your friend stopped acting like a guest and started giving orders. Small things, like “Get me a beer” or “Throw my gym clothes in with your wash”. He said them without question, like he knew you would do as he asked. It just felt different, like you were no longer his buddy, but instead, you were his servant. There to take care of his needs and desires.

Tonight when you came home, you found him laying there, hands behind his head, with a superior, smug look on his face. He just stared at you without saying a word. As you stood there, his cock started to push out of the leg hole of the black shorts he was wearing. You broke eye contact to look at his meat thickening and getting fully engorged. When you looked back up at his face, you saw his wicked grin. At that moment you knew the friendship you had shared since junior high school was over.

He nodded towards his cock, knowing that you would follow his wordless command and service him. You former best friend wanted you to bend over and start sucking his cock. Not sure why this was happening, you found yourself on your hands and knees wrapping your lips around the shaft of his thick meat. As you pushed his cock deeper into your mouth, it all suddenly made sense. He was a man and men had needs. Your job was to see to those needs. To do anything that you could to make his life easier and more pleasant, including sucking a load of cum out of his balls.

The picture was blurry and overexposed, but as it made the rounds of the school, my buddies instantly knew I was the guy with a cock in my mouth. Steve, the guy relaxed on the bench getting blown, later told me that he circulated the photo for my own good. He said I so obviously enjoyed sucking his cock, I should be able to do it all the time.

My friends all quickly accepted me as a cocksucker. It did not really change how they treated me, except when they had their cocks shoved down my throat. I was still their buddy, and now I knew them each a lot more intimately. I thanked Steve for outing me by letting him take my ass cherry. He took photos, but has not shared them. He says he is willing to share my mouth, but wants to keep my ass for himself.

Texting the guys to let them know they all owe him twenty bucks. The bet was that you were a fag that takes it up the ass. None of them believed it. After all, you grew up together, they would know if you were a fag. The new guy said it was obvious that you were a queer and he would prove it.

Two hours later he texted, telling them that it wasn’t even all that hard to turn you out. You took his cock like a natural born cum dump. He even included a photo of your gaping hole with his load dripping from it.

“Good news fag, your buddies are on their way over. You will be getting a lot more cock this afternoon.”

Oh my god, Steve is fucking me in the ass. How did this happen? These are my friends. This is wrong, my friends are cumming in my ass! I can feel their thick, creamy loads inside of me, making my fuck chute all slick and wet. I can feel them churning each others loads with deep powerful strokes, raping my previously virgin ass with no concern for how it feels.

My buddies have turned me out and made me their bitch. I now know how big my friends cocks are, and how they pleasure those cocks using my ass. These are not things I should know. I never wanted to know that Joe and Phil are uncut, or that John has a thick ten inch cock. I was not curious about how deep my best friend could could get inside of me, or how big of a load he could shoot.

I am learning more about my “former” friends than I ever wanted, including which of them like to go for a second turn in my ass, a very sloppy second.

Me and my two buddies, Steve and Joe, had been fucking the fag for several weeks now. We caught him checking us out in the gym showers a couple of times. So one night we bent him over and gave him what he wanted. Since then every other day or so, we have been stopping by his place and having him service us. At first he fought back and claimed we were wrong about him, but we did not believe him and between the three of us, there was not to much of a problem holding him down and using his tight holes for our pleasure.

Tonight we had been out drinking and we were really horny, none of the chicks at the bar wanted to party, so we were left, at closing time, with blue balls. We decided a visit to the fags place was required. As usual he fought back a little, just trying to make us think he is really straight, like it matters at this point. We stripped him down and got naked ourselves. My buddy Joe got on top of the fag to hold him in place while I used the fag’s pussy.

That’s when the dark, evil part of my brain took over. I could not help but notice that as Joe moved into position to hold the fag in place, his own, tight, hairy ass was spread out on display looking a lot like the fag’s pussy. It would only take an adjustment of a few degrees, when I thrust forward, to make his hole into another pussy.

My mind was trying to sort out these new thoughts about how good of a friend Joe really was? I mean, yea, he was an OK guy to hang out with. But somehow the dark part of the brain was better at rationalizing. If Joe has a pussy then Steve and I would not have to wait our turn. Two cocks and two pussies was a much better ratio. Plus Joe was obviously asking for it. I mean why else would a dude display his hole like that only a couple of inches from a cock ready to fuck?

Staring at Joe’s well positioned hole, I saw it twitch.

As I looked over at Steve, his hard cock in hand, staring at the two holes on display, I knew the same idea was running thru his brain.

So Joe is no longer our friend, but we still see him almost every day. Just like the fag, he fights us at first, but Steve and I just take turns holding him in place while the other guy gets off in his new cunt.

What are you looking at bitch? Your best friend is learning to take cock. He is a natural, see how my thick eight inches just slides in and out of his pussy. See how he is trying to pull me in deeper, a natural! Yeah, this boy knows how to take a dick!

You should be paying close attention, cause once I empty my balls into your buddy, you are next.

Hey buddy, you left your laptop on when you went out. I found your porn collection……your gay porn collection. This is what you use to jack off, huh?

I think we need to discuss this. Why don’t you come over here, on the floor, between my legs and we can talk about it.