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Authors: Sean Wolfe

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The guy sucked me for at least five minutes, and then I felt the load building in my balls. “I'm getting close,” I warned him.
He quickly pulled his mouth from my cock. “Not yet. Not like this.”
“What ...” I groaned, and thrust my dick into empty air in front of me.
A second later I felt warm muscle rub up against my cock. “Fuck him,” the familiar voice said. Cold fingers grabbed my cock and directed it to the hole of the ass in front of me, and someone spat on my cock head. Then from behind me, hands pushed me forward. I slowly slid inside the ass. The muscles tightened around my dick, and the moan I heard from what seemed like a block away told me my entry was not easy. I tried to slide in slowly and easily, but the hands on my back and ass were insistent, and I was pushed forward until my hip met with the meaty ass cheeks in front of me.
“Oh fuck, that feels go ...” I started to say, but my mouth was suddenly filled with another thick cock. I sucked on it greedily and slid my own cock in and out of the hot unseen ass in front of me.
I felt movement and heard rustling all around me. I couldn't tell how many people were there. At least two pairs of hands massaged and played with my ass, and then another thick finger slid inside me, and I moaned again. I felt the guy whose cock I was sucking straddling the guy whose ass I was fucking. And from the sound of things, my hot partner had his mouth filled with cock as well.
My entire body tingled with the heat of all the sex around me. And then, without warning, the thick finger inside my ass pulled out. A second later I felt the hot skin of a hard cock head press against my ass, and I panicked. I'd only been fucked a few times by my last boyfriend. I was almost always a top, and with a ten-inch hard, thick cock, that had never really been an issue. I wasn't comfortable being fucked by an anonymous guy I couldn't even see. I choked on the cock in my mouth as every muscle in my body tensed up.
I tried to pull my mouth from the cock, but the guy pulled my head back onto his cock. “Don't even think about it, dude,” he said, and slid his cock deep into my throat.
There was a lot of moaning around me on all sides. The guy behind me spat on his cock, and spread my ass cheeks apart. A second later a hot searing pain shot through my ass and all the way up my body. I moaned loudly, trying not to bite down on the cock in my mouth. My own cock began to soften inside the hot ass in front of me, and I closed my eyes even against the blindfold. I felt tears building up behind them.
The guy behind me let his cock head rest inside me for a moment, and then slowly slid in and out of my ass. The first few pumps hurt like hell, and I fought back the pain and tears. Then, before I knew it, my cock began to harden again inside my unseen partner's ass. The searing tingling inside my body was still there, now it was pure ecstasy. I moaned and felt my ass muscles relax.
My fucker felt it too, and took that as his cue to go to town. He slid his big dick almost all the way out, until only the head rested inside, then slammed it back in. At first he was a little rough and awkward, but then he slowed down and found his groove. Before long I was moaning and swallowing the cock in my mouth and slipping into the ass in front of me as I slid off of the dick behind me.
Everyone was moaning and groaning from every direction, and I was caught up in the excitement of it all. I'd never felt anything so hot in all my life. Every nerve in my body was on fire. And then, without warning, the guy behind me pulled his cock unceremoniously out of my ass. I could actually hear the “plop” as it exited my ass, and moaned my disapproval. But I needn't have worried. A couple of seconds later I was filled again with as little fanfare as I'd been vacated. It was a different cock, though; I could tell that right away. Nowhere near as long or as fat. But once the guy got going, it felt pretty good, and I fell right back into my mojo. I swallowed the big cock in my mouth as I slid off of the cock behind me and into the warm, wet ass in front of me.
Sweat dripped from every pore in my body as I worked like a machine with the guys around me. Our moans grew louder and more intense, and filled the room. I still didn't know how many guys were there, but I did know that at least five or six dudes shoved their cocks up my ass. Each time someone new entered me, I felt like a new person being born into sex for the first time. I couldn't get enough cock inside me, and I bucked back onto their cocks, begging for more. All the while my own cock was rock hard as it pounded the invisible ass in front of me.
“I'm getting fucking close,” the guy in my mouth said, and I felt and heard the other guys close in around me. The guy behind me fucked me faster and harder, and I did the same to the guy I was fucking. “Here I cum, man!” my mouth fucker yelled, and a second later he did. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and sprayed his load all over my face.
That was enough to send everyone over the edge. The guy behind me pulled out quickly, and I suddenly felt a shower of warm musky cum from every direction. Loud moans filled the room, and cum landed on almost every inch of my naked body.
As the sticky liquid covered me, I pounded my cock into the ass a few more times, then pulled out. My hands were still tied to the fence, so I couldn't touch my cock. But I didn't need to. It took a couple of second after I left the hot hole, but when it finally came, my load exploded from my cock. I felt seven or eight huge spurts spew from my cock, and then several smaller ones. Everyone gasped, and someone was amazed that I'd shot a couple of shots “way over the dude's fuckin' head.”
I struggled to catch my breath as I heard the guys around me gather their belongings and leave. A soft, warm mouth sucked on my lips and kissed me as tender hands untied my own.
“You guys were hotter than hell,” a soft and surprisingly tender voice said as I let my arms fall to my sides. “You make a great couple.”
“What?” I asked as I felt the blood rush back into my arms and heard the man leave. I knew they were all gone now, and I shook my hands for a moment before I removed the blindfold.
The room was still pitch black, and my eyes stung as they dilated and tried to adjust to whatever light they could find
“You all right?” I heard Adrian ask, out of breath.
“Adrian?” I asked with disbelief.
“Down here.”
I felt around the floor in front of me and found him easily.
“My hands are still tied,” he said. “Untie me.”
I quickly untied him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he whispered as I threw the leather strap that had bound his hands to the side.
I sat there in the dark, thankful that I couldn't see my best friend as I quickly realized what I'd done. “I'm so sorry, Adrian. I didn't know ...”
“Neither did I,” he said. “At first.”
“What? You mean you knew it was me?”
“Yeah, after a few minutes.”
“I would never have done that if I'd known ...”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, and sighed deeply as we both sat with our backs leaned against the cold chain link fence. “So, lucky for both of us you didn't know, right?”
“You're okay with this?”
“More than okay with it.”
“You liked it.”
“More than liked it.”
We both laughed, and helped each other stand up. It was no easy feat. All of our limbs felt like wet noodles. I took one of his hands in one of mine and felt around the walls with my free hand.
“Come on, let's get outta here,” I said. “This dark is getting to me.”
“Not so fast,” Adrian said, and pushed me against the wall as he kissed me.
I'd never kissed him before, and was more than a little surprised to find myself getting hard as he slid his tongue in and out of my mouth. Adrian reached down and stroked my cock to full hardness.
“What are you doing?” I asked and kissed him again.
“Remember the teacher/student room?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, directly behind it was a sling room. No one was there when we passed through a while back. Maybe it's still empty.”
“You've got to be kidding me!” I said with a laugh.
Adrian just squeezed my cock and kissed me again.
I grabbed his hand and led the way through the maze and toward the sling room.
A Life Much More Than Ordinary
A Novella
PART I
You Know You're Gay When ...
C
oming out wasn't so much a process for me as an accidental discovery that became the main form of entertainment for my entire family throughout my senior year of high school. We were in no way anything like the Cosbys or the Camdens or even the Carringtons, from what I remember of the syndicated reruns of
Dallas
that I was addicted to. We were more like the Connors ... you know, the Roseanne Barr/Arnold Barr show where, instead of everyone in the family lifting one another up and supporting one another, they thrived on the misery and failure of each other. That's kinda what it was like for me growing up.
There are three children in my family; myself, my sister who is three years older than me, and my brother who is almost to the day a year older than me. Not only do we not “come from” money, but we barely had any. With my parents' income, it was a struggle to keep us all in clothes, put food on the table, and come up with the rent for a small three-bedroom apartment. My parents had one room, of course, and my sister, being the only girl, and a teenage one at that, had her own room. Which meant that JJ and I shared a small room.
I'd been struggling with my sexuality for the past couple of years. In my sophomore year, while sitting in the waiting room at my dentist's office, I was flipping through old magazines and ran across a full-page CK1 ad. The Ricky Martin look-alike was shirtless, and his tattered jeans were unzipped about halfway down, revealing not only his rock-hard six-pack abs, but a thick, black patch of pubic hair and a significant bulge just out of sight under his jeans. I'd popped an instant boner and sneaked off to the boy's room to beat off before seeing Dr. Mason. I stole that magazine from the dentist's office that day, and beat off to that ad almost every night for the next two years.
The inevitable happened one Saturday night halfway through my senior year. I avoided dating at all costs, under the pretext of throwing myself into my schoolwork and striving for a scholarship. My parents were so proud of their little boy. But JJ and Amber were both out on dates. Dad was at work, and mom was completely oblivious to the world. She worked during the day, and wasn't able to watch her soap, so she taped the entire week's shows and then watched them all at once, fast-forwarding through the commercials, on Saturday evenings. Armed with a quart of Chunky Monkey ice cream and five hours of
Days of Our Lives
she could be distracted by nothing.
So I didn't think twice about shutting myself off inside my room and beating off to my fantasy boyfriend with the ripped abs and jeans and that treasure trail from heaven. The rest of the magazine was tattered and torn almost to pieces, but that one page was in perfect condition. I didn't tear out that one page, and laminate it or frame it, but instead kept it inside the rest of the magazine for cover. If anyone had found just the page with my boyfriend on it, I'd be found out. But no one in my family read, not even the trash tabloids, so I knew they wouldn't pick it up and notice the perfect page with my perfect boyfriend and come to the perfect conclusion that I was a faggot.
What I didn't count on that night was JJ arriving home early and bursting through the bedroom door.
“Fuck!” he yelled as he slammed the door. “That bitch wouldn't put out again tonight. Said she's ...”
He stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and saw my naked body lying on my bed, one fist wrapped around my hard and throbbing cock and the other clutching the open magazine to the page with CK, my boyfriend-in-waiting.
“What the ...”
“JJ, please don't say anything,” I pleaded as I threw the magazine to the floor and grabbed the blankets to cover myself.
He ran to the other side of the bed as I scampered to cover my naked body, and picked up the magazine. It was still opened to the page with CK.
“Oh, my God,” he nearly yelled. “You're a fuckin' homo.”
“Come on, JJ,” I said, grabbing the magazine from him. “It's nothing, really. Just don't say ...”
“Mom,” he yelled as he pulled the door open and rushed out into the living room. “Kyle's a fucking homo!”
Finesse and tact are not qualities that run in my family.
I pulled the covers over my eyes and cried myself to sleep. The next morning I tried to sneak out the door to school without being seen. But there was no way to get out without walking through the kitchen, where everyone was having breakfast. Mom and Dad and JJ were having eggs and bacon and fried potatoes. Amber was having her usual half a grapefruit with artificial sweetener. Normally my plate would be filled with the same food as JJ and my parents. But this morning my plate had a frozen waffle on it. It was topped with pink whipped cream, and a single strawberry capped it off.
I sat down and buried my head in my hands, and everyone at the table laughed at me until they had tears in their eyes.
 
College was such a blessing. Not so much because I loved school or was even among the brightest. I wasn't a jock or a computer nerd or a standout in any other way whatsoever. That, in fact, was one of the blessings. I could just get lost among all the other kids and not be noticed, and not a whole lot was expected of me.
The other was that I was away from my family. I love my family. But damn, could they ever get on my nerves. Most of the time, every word out of their mouth made me want to cringe and scream and pull my hair out. I suppose I wasn't unlike every other teenager in that aspect. But once they knew I was gay, it got worse. They never stopped teasing me. It wasn't at all mean-spirited or anything like that. Just teasing and poking and prodding and asking when I was bringing my boyfriend over to meet the Fockers. To them it was funny and their way of showing me how open and accepting they were. I love them for that. But for me it was embarrassing and got old after a while and I just wanted to go into a coma or something for a few months until I could get out of the house and be on my own.
Leaving the small, redneck town of Rock Springs, Arkansas, and heading off to college ... alone for the first time in my life ... in the big city of Denver, Colorado, was the experience of my life. No one knew me in Denver, and that meant no one would know that I was gay. That was fine with me, because my only experience of people knowing I was gay was with my family, and I could certainly live without that.
I lived in the dorm on campus, and actually enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. I made a lot of friends there, and there was some kind of party going on almost every night of the week.
My roommate's name was Tony. Tony was Mr. All-America: five feet ten inches of solid, rock-hard muscle. He was a star on the wrestling and gymnastics teams. Dark blond hair, emerald green eyes, and a smile that put Tom Cruise to shame. To me, he was the perfect guy. He was shy and quiet and sweet, and a real nice guy. And yet he was popular and always the center of attention. He had a way of making everyone feel wanted and appreciated, and he was great at being a leader in everything he did. At the same time, when he was alone with me he confided that he really was shy at heart and was always a little uncomfortable with all the attention.
I had a huge crush on Tony. I wanted to crawl into bed with him and cuddle and kiss and make love. I wanted to lick the valleys that dipped between Tony's eight-pack abs.
During wrestling season, he would ask me to help him work through some moves. I am not a jock, and am, in fact, one of the clumsiest people I've ever known. And so the first few times he asked me to wrestle around with him, I vehemently refused. But one time, after we'd had a few beers and were getting a little restless as the night drew closer to midnight, when Tony asked me to wrestle with him, I agreed. I'm a very cheap drunk.
When he started to undress, I panicked. “What are you doing?” I squeaked as I tried very hard not to look at his smooth, tanned and perfectly muscled chest and legs.
“You can't maneuver in your clothes, dude,” he said as he slid his jeans off and threw them aside. He stood in nothing but his boxers. “They get in the way and you can't grab hold.”
I just stood there and looked at him with a mixed expression of stupidity and horror.
“Strip down, dude. To the underwear.”
There was absolutely no excuse I could give that wouldn't make me sound completely retarded or completely gay. So I stripped down to my white Hanes briefs and just stood there.
Tony had had quite a bit to drink, so I could chalk up a lot of his actions and reactions to the ten or so Coronas he'd had. But as I stood there in only my briefs, shivering like it was twenty below zero inside the room, he looked me up and down and sized me up in a way that led me to believe it was more than just the beer. I'd seen other straight guys check out girls in that same way, and I'd snuck a few similar looks at hot guys around campus myself.
He showed me a few basic moves, then started attacking me for real. He came at me from the front, from the back, from the side. His smooth skin was so hard and warm and sweaty as it rubbed against mine. It didn't take long at all before I felt my cock harden, and I panicked. Tony must have noticed too, because he flipped me onto my back so my hard-on couldn't be hidden beneath me, straddled my chest and pinned my arms with his legs. We were both breathing heavily and his crotch was only a couple of inches from my face. His fly was spread wide open, and I could see his dark bush and the base of what looked like a very nice and very thick cock. It was definitely on its way to full hardness.
Tony looked into my eyes, and I somehow found enough courage not to look away. He leaned down toward me, and I braced myself for him to kiss me. At last, the dream of my life would become reality. Tony's lips would gently touch mine and linger there for a moment before he slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me passionately. He would break the kiss and hold my face in his hands and tell me he loved me and wanted us never to be apart.
But that didn't happen, of course. This was no Harlequin romance. Instead, Tony fell forward and planted both hands on either side of my head. He turned to one side and vomited all over the floor right next to me.
“I'm so sorry, dude,” he said when he'd finished and collapsed on top of me. He looked like he was going to cry.
“Don't worry about it,” I said, as I helped him up and half-carried him to his bed. As I laid him on top of the covers, the fly of his boxers opened again. I couldn't help it. I looked inside and saw his beautiful hard cock in all its magnificence. It was every bit as long and thick as it seemed in my preview a few moments earlier, and pink with big hairy balls that lay low between his legs. He was dead to the world at this point, so I could have taken advantage of him then and there, and he'd never have known. But I didn't. I went to bed, climbed under the blankets, and beat off to the picture of his cock that would forever be engrained in my brain.
I was in love with Tony. There was no denying that. But I couldn't ever tell him that, or let anyone else find out either. There were no rumors at school that I was a fag. There were certainly no rumors that I was some butch jock or lady-killer, either, but I didn't have to put up with any prods or pokes like from my family, and no pink whipped cream frozen waffles and no whispered words behind my back or uneasy stares as I walked about campus. And I wanted to keep it that way. So I could never let on that I barely ever looked at CK anymore, or even thought of him, for that matter, but that instead I beat off quietly under the blankets of my bed every night as I watched Tony sleep across the room from me.
My ruse was working pretty well, too, until one fateful Thursday night in early May. I'd been studying for my Psych final exam for the past three nights, and was almost to the point of committing myself. My Tony never studied ... he didn't have to, and he had a habit of leaving me alone in the room when I needed to concentrate on my books. So I was alone when my cell phone rang. From the caller ID I saw it was Amber, and I almost didn't answer it. But her birthday was this weekend, and I was heading back to Rock Springs to celebrate with the family the next day, so I picked up.
“I've decided what you can get me for my birthday,” she said excitedly, even before I had a chance to say hello.
“A brain?” I teased.
“No. I want a porno DVD.”
“A
what
?”
“A porno DVD. You know there's no place here in Rock Springs to get something like that. There must be hundreds of stores in Denver where you can get them.”
“I wouldn't even know where to begin to look for one of those places.”
“Check the Internet or the Yellow Pages under ‘porno stores' or ‘sex shops', or something like that. You're smart, I'm sure you can figure it out.”
“But Amber ...”
“Make sure you get me a straight one. You know, with a man and a woman.”
“Very funny,” I said, and stuck my tongue out at the phone.
“And make sure the guys on the cover are cute. God, some of the pictures I've seen on advertisements for those things are horrible. The men look like they've just been found in the caves of Afghanistan.”

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