I was exhausted. Spent. Confused.

I had never experienced anything so overtly sexual in my life. I had never been used as nothing more than to satisfy another person, let alone another man.

Mark and I walked into his condo and he directed me to the shower without saying a word. He turned on the hot water and directed me in.

“I want you clean,” he said. “Completely.” Slapping my ass as he walked out of the room. I felt my body shudder as I was unsure exactly what he meant, but through the alcohol-clouded thought process, I guessed at what he was thinking.

I started to wash myself from head to toe, taking extra time washing my cock and ass. As I did so, Mark walked into the room and placed another drink, this time cold, at the door of the shower and then walked back out.

As I opened the door to pick up the glass, I thought I could hear him talking to someone, but no one replied. I assumed he was talking on the phone but I could not completely understand the conversation. I took a big gulp of the cool drink, only to have my throat burn from the stiffness of the liquor in it. I returned to the shower and continued to clean myself more than I ever had before.

Eventually I exited the shower and wrapped a towel around my thin waist and walked into the living room. I was surprised to see another man in the room seated on the couch talking to Mark.

“Kevin,” Mark said, “This is David. He is a friend of mine and therefore a friend of yours. Do you understand?”

“Um, yes sir,” I replied, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

David was about the same height as Mark, but not as solid. His build appeared to be more that of a runner, with short graying hair and blue eyes that seemed to be looking me over from head to toe, then back again. He was wearing a tank top and shorts and I could see that he was fit like an Olympic runner.

I walked over and shook David’s hand. He held it tight for a moment and looking me over again said to Mark, “Yes, he will do nicely, I think.” With that he let go of my hand. “Say thank you, Boy, ” Mark, said, and I nodded to David. “T-thank you, Sir,” although, I was unsure as to what I was thanking him for.

I noticed that there was what appeared to be a massage table in the middle of the room. Before I could ask Mark ordered “On the table. Face down.”

I do so without question. Face in the padded donut for the head staring at the floor. Someone pulled off my towel and I heard the stranger, David, growl “Oh yes. Very nice.” Mark told me to lift my head and when I did he wrapped a blindfold around my eyes. I felt a hand slap my ass hard.

I then felt something warm being poured onto my back, ass and legs, followed by what seemed to be a dozen strong hands all over my body. I was in ecstasy as my body was worked and kneaded by these strong hands. I felt someone’s hands rubbing my ass, sliding between my cheeks. As good as if felt I was suddenly afraid of what was about to happen and I clenched my cheeks tight.

I felt the hands move away and down my legs.

“Does it feel good, Boy?” I heard Mark ask.

“Yes, Sir. Very much, thank you.” I moaned.

Mark came to the head of the table and removed the donut that held my head. I let my head hang from the end of the table when he placed the little bottle under my nose again.

“Inhale deeply, Boy,” Mark said, and I followed his direction. I breathed in as deeply as I could, and was rewarded by an amazing euphoria throughout my whole body. I took another inhale and held it in.

Mark then lifted my head slightly and I saw his cock directly in front of my face. I felt him grab my hair as he pushed his huge cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked as best I could, the poppers overwhelming me, his cock pushing against my throat. Gagging me. Raping my mouth.

I was suddenly aware of my ass being spread apart and I felt the tongue of David licking my hole. Sliding into it. Instead of pulling away, I spread my legs apart, allowing all the access he wanted.

As I relaxed further I felt something sliding into my ass. Slowly. Stretching. Filling me. I expected it to hurt, but was amazed at how turned on I was getting. Mark fucked my mouth as David stretched my ass. It hurt a little, but it felt so good. More poppers again took hold of my body, my resistance wilting away.

I expected David to fuck my ass with what I now realized was some kind of toy. I thought it would pull it out but I realized that David was no longer at my ass but standing next to Mark, the dildo held deep in me by my tightness. His hard cock not quite as long but just as thick as Marks. I felt Mark tighten his grip of my hair as he pulled my mouth off his cock, and pushed my mouth suddenly down on the cock of David. I loved being used by them. I gagged as they took turns fucking my mouth. Making me take their cocks deeper and deeper into my throat. They slapped me in across the face with their cocks. Calling me their “little slut” and “pussy boy.” I loved it.

Marks ordered me to get up onto my knees and I did as told. The blindfold was pulled off my face.

“Don’t let that fall out of your ass, Boy,” Mark ordered.

Squeezing my ass so as not to lose the toy filing me, I kneeled on the table. My head hanging off the end the end of the table while my ass was high in the air.

“Mmmmmmmm. that’s a pretty picture,” I heard David say. And with that I saw the flash.

“We will enjoy these later, Slut,” Mark growled at me.

I felt David take my left hand and tie it to the leg of the table. He then did the same with the right. He then placed a metal bar between my knees and used leather straps to secure it to them.

Now I was completely unable to move. The ties on my wrists held my upper body down, while the bar held my knees spread.

Mark again moved in front of me and roughly fucked my mouth and I was able to see out of the corner of my eye David filming the whole thing.

I wanted to protest, but my body gave me away. I was sucking Marks cock as well as I could. My cock was rock hard and my ass was squeezing the plug that was still filling it.

I again smelled the familiar aroma of the poppers as the bottle was pushed under my nose. I took a long deep pull on it and held it. As I took the second inhale, I felt the plug slowly pulled from my ass. Once it was out I felt empty. I wanted to beg for it to be put back, but Mark was still fucking my mouth. I was euphoric.

One more hit of poppers and I heard David say, “I think he is ready.”

“Ready for what?” I thought.

At that moment I felt David on the table behind me, his knees between mine. Mark told me to take one more hit of poppers and as I did I felt something pushing against my ass. For a moment I tried to resist but I heard David say, “Take it, Slut. You know you want my cock.”

With that he slid his lubed cock into my ass. Stretching my ass. I moaned. Begged. I wanted to please my masters. He started slow.

“Holy fuck,” David said. “What a perfect ass.” He reached down and stroked my cock. I almost came right then.

Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth. The strings of drool dripping from my mouth as he did.

“Boy like being used?” he said.

“Yes, yes sir. Please don’t stop,” I begged.

David pushed in deeper, filling my virgin hole. Holding it deep then pulling out again. I was not getting fucked from both ends. Wanting. Begging. Craving. Willing to do anything to please my Masters.

Mark roughly pulled his cock from my mouth and was immediately gone from my view. I felt David pull out from my ass and heard Mark say “I have wanted this for a long time, Boy.”

With that I felt his huge cock push against my hole. He was so much thicker than David. His huge cock stretched my ass more that I could have imagined. As He slowly pushed into me, I felt a hot mouth around my cock. David was deep throating me as I was being fucked.

I was in heaven.

This went on forever, but not nearly long enough. I heard Mark say “I’m gonna shoot soon. Where shall we cum, Dave?”

“On his face. I want to see how much of a whore he is.”

My restraints were loosened as were the ones holding my knees to the bar.

“On the floor, Slut,” I was ordered.

I immediately kneeled on the floor in front of my Masters.

“You may stroke your cock, Boy,” Mark said as they moved in front of me.

I was in heaven as I watched Mark and David stroking their huge cocks inches from my face.

“Make sure you put on a good show for the camera, Slut, David said, motioning to the camera on the stand taking it all in.

They stroked their cocks as they stared down at me. My own hard cock in my fist as I prepared for what was coming.

David was first. His cum sprayed across my face and hair. Dripping from my chin. I came as he finished, splashing on my stomach.

Mark suddenly grabbed my hair hard and pulled my head back.

“Open you mouth, Slut,” which I did so without thinking.

As I did Mark grunted loudly and as he stroked with his right hand, shot a huge wad of cum into my mouth and he then suddenly stuffed his huge cock into my mouth.

Unable to fight back, I swallowed all of his cum as he roughly fucked my mouth, grunting with each wad.

Once he was done, I almost collapsed in exhaustion.

Mark slapped his softening cock across my face saying “Good boy,” as he did.

I was dripping with cum. My face, chest and stomach were coated with both David and my own.

“To the shower, Boy,” Mark ordered me. “You don’t want to miss watching your first video.”

I lifted myself off the floor. I was achy, sore, used, and happier than I had ever been.

I was already dreaming of my next lesson.

There was a chill in the early morning air, as I left Room 117. I didn’t drive straight home. I had experienced sex with another man for the first time in my eighteen, almost nineteen, years. Even though I had taken Mark up on the offer of a shower, where he joined me and I felt his mouth on my cock a second time, I still tasted and felt him on me.

I was conflicted. Part of it was guilt, I know. However, there was another part of me that knew Mark’s cock would not be the last I would experience. I did not walk out of that small motel room turned “queer”, whatever that is; yet, I was forever changed.

In the weeks that followed, I still chased girls. I was still fascinated and enthralled by them. To me, there is nothing sexier than the small of a woman’s back. That particular place, just the roundness of her ass, that dips just so. There are so many other places that I find attractive on a woman, but that spot does it for me. My lips long for that spot, even today.

I felt that way about nothing on a man. There was no spot on a man that I thought of as “sexy” or to which I was drawn. Still, I knew that I would soon ache for the touch of another man—to see that hunger, which I had seen in Mark’s eyes, once more. And yes, I also longed to touch another man—to feel him throbbing, as my tongue slowly slid along the underside of his cock.


I had just returned to school from the winter break. It had recently snowed, but the rise in temperatures had melted all the snow and ice, except in the shadows of buildings. Like a lot of freshmen at the school, I lived on campus. My roommate had dropped out, and to my surprise, he had not yet been replaced.

I had not known my first college roommate all that well. I knew only that his name was Travis and that he partied non-stop. I had tried to keep up with him, but I was not even close to his league. He was a pro, where I was only an amateur.

It was Saturday, and classes would not start until Monday. I had a little over $300 of Christmas money burning a hole in my pocket, and I found myself at a skanky topless bar at the edge of town. They didn’t ask for an ID, which was a plus. I sat in a darkened corner in the back of the place and watched the shows the girls put on.

Even at eighteen, I knew places like that were basically scams. I looked about the place, as my eyes adjusted, and saw that most of the girls were girlfriends of bikers who lined the bar. I had a few beers and was out of there, before I found trouble or trouble found me.

I wasn’t drunk when I left, but I was seriously buzzed. I stayed to the side roads, as I headed back to the dorms. The last thing I wanted was to get pulled over. Even though I thought I was likely not DWI, I was underage. I knew any cop would be able to tell that I had been drinking. I reached an intersection at an old highway that had once been the main thoroughfare before the interstate had been built. As I started to cross, a bright red and white sign caught my eye. It read, “XXX Movies.”

I had never been in an adult bookstore or movie theatre. I pointed my car in that direction. I decided that it was a very convenient discovery, as I was horny and would love something to masturbate to when I got back to the dorm.


A little bell at the door tinkled, as I entered. It immediately reminded me of the thoughts which had swirled in my head, as I stood before the door to Room 117. It seemed a lifetime had passed since that night. Still, as I thought of it, my cock stirred in my jeans.

The large lobby was well lit. There was a counter on one end of the lobby with books on the shelves to the right and videos on the shelves to the left. Each side was broken down by genres—gay, lesbian, straight, fetish, etc. There was a pregnant blonde working at the counter. She was sitting on a stool reading a magazine; she looked up at me and said, in a voice that betrayed her boredom, “I need to see some ID.”

At first, I thought I would be leaving very soon, but then I spied a sign behind her that said, “18 or over, Picture ID required”. With a shy, relieved smile, I produced my ID that proved I was approaching nineteen years of age.

She looked at my license, then to me. Comfortable that I was indeed old enough to peruse the fuckbooks and videos of the establishment, she handed it back, saying in a monotone that comes from repetition, “The books and magazines are for sale, this ain’t a library. Peeps are over through that door.” She pointed over my left shoulder to a curtained doorway. “The theatre,” she added with a nod to the right, “cost five dollars to enter. If you leave the theatre for any reason, you have to pay again.”

I nodded my understanding. She returned to her magazine and the fact that life had not quite likely turned out the way she had planned. As I turned back to the magazine racks, I could hear the sounds of muffled feminine moans coming from the theatre.

I wondered about the place looking at the covers of the books and magazines. Even if I had been thinking of this seedy place as a “library”, the magazines were all sealed in clear wrapping. The prices were fairly outrageous for thin little fuck rags, so I decided to see what the peeps had to offer.

As I started to head through the curtained doorway, the girl at the counter called, “Tokens only for the peeps. You can buy tokens here.”

“How much for the tokens,” I inquired. I had guessed, correctly, that they were 25 cents each, but the girl offered that I could buy 30 for five bucks. I slipped her five dollars and headed to the peep booths. As I entered, I saw a couple of men standing along the wall beside a no loitering sign. One was a short, fat guy. The other was tall and looked like he was approaching sixty. I felt the eyes of both on me, as I made my way past to a booth at the far end of the dimly lit hall. Closing the door behind me, I saw the slot for the tokens and slipped one in. A little counter showed that I had one credit. I pumped four more tokens in and sat on a little acrylic bench to watch the movie.

There were eight different movies showing and by pressing a button, I was able to change them. The movie, which had come on at first, showed two men using a third man anally and orally. I started to change the channel, but continued watching. Soon, my hand was rubbing the crotch of my jeans. My cock was throbbing, as I imagined being the third man. I imagined cocks sawing out of my mouth and ass. I imagined hands gripping my head and hips, just like those men were holding him—using him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sizable hole on the wall beside me. I had heard of glory holes in the past, but this one was the first I had seen. I saw an eye looking through the hole at me. The thought of being watched made my cock jump in my pants. Acting as if I didn’t notice, I undid my jeans and slid them down to my knees. My cock was throbbing in my hand, as I sat there and watched the video. As I slowly stroked my meat, I glanced over to the hole. I could hear the voice of a man moaning in approval, as he watched me through the glory hole.

The tokens ran out and the booth darkened. I quickly slipped the rest of my tokens back in the slot. As I sat back on the bench, I heard the man in the next booth whisper, “Can I join you?”

Nervously, I told him to come over to my booth. I reached up and unlatched the door. I saw that it was the older man in the hall, I had seen earlier. He smiled down at me, as he entered and latched the door behind him.

“You have a nice cock. Want it sucked?” he asked, seemingly unable to take his eyes from it. He produced a little bottle from a pocket, unscrewed the cap and held it to his nose, sniffing in the fumes. “Popper. Want some?”

I nodded, not really knowing what I was getting myself into. He held it to my nose, and I did as I saw him do. Immediately, I felt warmth envelop me. The feeling was fleeting but extraordinary.

I stood, my mind a little foggy, and let the older man sit on the bench. I fed him my cock, as I looked down at him. I rubbed the head over his lips, as his hands gripped my ass. I could feel his fingertips at the crack of my ass. His lips immediately glistened with my precum. He handed me the little bottle, and pulled my hips so that my cock pushed hard into his mouth.

I inhaled more from the little bottle, as I gripped his shoulder with my free hand. God, the old guy could suck. His mouth greedily pumped back and forth at my cock. It was not so much my cock fucking his mouth, as his mouth fucking my cock. I felt a fingertip at my ass. It pushed in, as his mouth took my cock. The loud sucking noises had to be filtering beyond the walls of the little booth. I am sure my pleasure-filled moans were.

I replaced the cap on the bottle after another long huff. I reach down with both hands to the older man’s shoulders, and started fucking his mouth in earnest. This drew heavy moans around my cock, and I felt his finger inch deeper into my ass. It hurt a little, but I found the pain aroused me even more.

“Fuck yes, deeper, man. Oh fuck yes.” My balls were slapping his chin, as I begged him to spear me deeper with his probing finger. I felt his drool streaming over my ball sac, as I fucked his experienced mouth. He responded by pushing his finger as far as he could.

I cried out loudly, as I exploded in his mouth. His finger had found just the right spot to send me immediately over the edge. I held his head to me, as I pumped load after load into his hot, needy mouth. He groaned with pleasure, as he milked every drop from my pulsing meat.

Finally, he let my cock slip from his lips. He grasped it and kissed the underside with a delighted smile, as he whispered, “You have a lovely cock.” After a pause, he added, shaking his head, “And, you sure do like to fuck, don’t you?”

I laughed self-consciously and nodded saying, “Yeah, fuck. I guess I do, huh?” I groaned a little, as he removed his finger. I handed him back the little bottle, but he shook his head and handed it back to me.

“Keep it,” he said with a smile and departed.

I sat there on the bench, my jeans still at my knees for a few moments. I had to catch my breath. Again, I felt a little guilt, but also satisfaction. I had cum as hard, if not harder, than I ever had with a girl. Looking back, I guess part of it was the taboo nature of the act I had just committed; however, I knew deep down that it was because for that older guy, my cum had been the whole reason for his being there. Up to that point, girls had only let me fuck them, because they wanted other things. With men, I was merely a sexual thing. With the girls I had been with to that point at least, sex was just a means to an end.

I returned to my dorm that night knowing I was bisexual. There was no way to get around it. While I much preferred the look and feel of women, I knew that I would always need that feeling that I felt only with another man. I knew that my first foray into that seedy little place would not be my last.

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