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"I said," there was a look in his eyes that terrified me as he spoke – my father had the same look when he was angry – "if you leave like this, then the next time won't be as..."

I'd shut the door and started the engine and couldn't make out exactly what he said, but I think he said "gentle." The next time won't be gentle because he's pissed at me? Fuck him, there's not going to be a next time, and out of anger on my part, I flipped him off as I backed out and drove away. Then I noticed my hands were shaking; yes, they were shaking in anticipation of the next time.

After driving for a while it struck me (you've sucked his cock again) what I'd done and I felt like shit; why did I do it again? Sucking cock was something you did if you were "gay;" I'm not gay (you sucked a guys cock twice) and it was hard to shake the shame I felt (Barbara's expecting you) and I knew that Barbara would wonder what took me so long; I had called her just before I'd left my apartment and told her I was on my way (yeah, then you stopped in for some cock and cum).

This is something I'd never imagined myself doing – letting a guy feed me his cock – and I knew I wasn't turned on by this him – it was just something in the moment – because I'm straight and I love women; not men (keep telling yourself that). Why had I let this guy do this to me twice and not fought him off? He was an asshole that just wanted to use me to get off and I knew this; yet I still let him use me twice and there was something about it that scared the hell out of me (did you like it?); I assured myself that I didn't like it and it wasn't going to happen again.

Barbara answered the door and threw her arms around my neck – I'd never been happier to see her – kissing me on the mouth. Her kiss was long and deep and our tongues mingled (that tongue was licking a cock an hour ago) as her hand softly stroked my cheek. This was what I wanted and needed.

"What took you so long?" She said as our embrace finally ended.

"What do you mean?" I wasn't ready to answer that question.

"You called me over two hours ago and said you were on your way." We walked into the front room and sat on the couch.

"Sorry, my dad stopped by and you know how he can be." There wasn't any way I could tell her the truth; so I lied.

"God, Paul," she had tears in her eyes, "I love you so much, but sometimes the way you act makes me think you're seeing someone else."

"Sweetheart," She turned away as I spoke, "I'm not having sex with anyone else." It may have been another lie, but it was also the truth; to me.

Yeah, I'd sucked a guys cock twice in less than a week, (you didn't do it willingly) but in my mind I was forced. Yes, I guess maybe I was, after all, I wasn't looking for cock and this guy had gained some kind of control over me (that's over with) but there wasn't any way I was going to let him take advantage of me again; still, I couldn't explain this to Barbara.

"You better not let anyone else touch that beautiful cock of yours," she was sitting next to me on the couch with her hand rubbing my leg, "I love you too much for that to happen, you know?"

Fifteen minutes later she was taking my cock into her mouth and the stress of the morning was making it hard for me to sustain an erection (yes, I'd call it stress too) – Barbara complained and said it was further proof I was involved with someone else (yes, I'm involved) – to my horror, the only way I was able to get hard – and I mean really hard – was to think of being on my knees with that fuckers cock in my mouth (god, this is really fucking me up) and after I exploded in her mouth with the help of those thoughts, I swore to myself I'd never have anything to do with him or his cock again (keep telling yourself that).

It was 11:30 that night when I got back to the apartment complex and was glad to see that my neighbor's light was out; I didn't want to deal with him giving me shit – I hoped. As I got to my front door, the door to the apartment right next to mine opened and the guy that lived next door – who I'd seen around the complex, but never talked to – came out; locking his door behind him. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Hey, how you doing?" He asked.

"Good thanks; and you?" I said as I slipped my key into the lock of my door.

"I'm good," he started, "and I wish I had time to hang out, but I've got to meet a friend downtown."

"Yeah?" Why would he even mention anything about hanging out?

"Yeah," he said as he walked out to his car, "another time though." He yelled over his shoulder.

When I got inside my apartment, I couldn't help but wonder what he was talking about; hang out? Did he know something about me or was it just me being paranoid? (What could he know?) I shook the thought from my head and went to the fridge to make a sandwich.

Later, after watching TV for a few hours – and falling asleep on the couch with the TV still on – I heard a knock on the door. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was – another knock – and I could see the clock in the kitchen; 3:15 in the morning? (Who's knocking on my door this early in the morning?). Then I thought about my neighbor from across the complex (the one that likes to feed you his cock) and I panicked a little – another knock – (just see who it is, but if it's him, don't open that door).

After getting to my feet, shaking the drowsiness from my head, I looked through the peephole in my door. It was my neighbor that lived right next to me standing there with another guy (what the fuck does he want).

"You think he's still up." I heard one of them say just before I opened the door.

My next door neighbor got a big grin on his face as soon as I opened the door and he was holding what looked like an unlit cigarette in his hand. They were both older; my neighbor looked to be around thirty-five and his friend even a little older than him – maybe early forties.

"Hey man," it was my neighbor, "didn't mean to wake you, but I saw your light was on and thought maybe you'd want to help us smoke this joint." He held up what I had first thought was a cigarette.

"Oh, no...I mean," I was still trying to adjust to waking up, "no...no...I was watching TV and dosed off."

"Well, I know you don't know me or," he pointed to the guy he was with, "my friend, but I'm Mark and this is Brad."

"He looks too young." His friend said.

"No, he just looks young, but he's eighteen," he motioned at me, "isn't that right?"

"Yeah, I'm eighteen, but I've smoked joints before." I said.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say." He laughed and then extended his hand to shake, "Again, I'm Mark."

"I'm Paul." I said, shaking his hand.

"What ya say?" He held out the joint again, "You want to get high?"

"Oh, yeah," I stepped aside so they could enter, "sure, why not?" (Hang out) I made a nervous laugh as they walked into the front room.

Brad sat on the left side of my couch and I sat on the right; Mark sat in the easy chair a few feet away from me. Mark lit the joint and took a deep drag before he passed it to me and I took a deep drag and passed it over to Brad. After a few minutes of passing the joint back and forth – it'd been a while since I've smoked some pot – I felt the effects kick in (damn, that's good pot) and I was stoned.

"Hey, I'm going to use your restroom." Mark said getting up and heading down the hallway.

"Sure." Was all I could manage.

(Damn, I'm so high) Brad and I sat in silence for a few minutes and then he scooted over to the center of the couch, just inches away from me, and placed his hand on my leg. (What the hell is he doing?) I reached down and pushed his hand off.

"I heard that you like to play hard to get." He laughed.

He put his hand back on my leg and rubbed it gently (fuck, what does he mean I play hard to get) and I tried to push his hand off again, but he resisted and his hand stayed on my leg. He didn't say anything and I was so stoned, that I didn't think I could get up (he's rubbing your leg) as he slowly ran his hand across the top of my leg (don't get hard) and I could feel my cock stirring in my pants; I heard the bathroom door open and Mark was coming back down the hallway to the front room (good, Mark will make him stop).

As Mark walked into the front room, I looked over at him with what I'm sure was a look of desperation, but then I saw that Mark (he's fucking naked) had entered wearing no clothes. Brad was rubbing my crotch now as Mark walked over and stood in front of me (he's stroking himself) and I tried to get up but I was really stoned and it didn't take much effort on Brad's part to hold me down on the couch.

"Hey man, what's the matter?" Mark had a wicked grin on his face, "Didn't you say you wanted to smoke a joint? "

Where had I heard that? It was something from the back of my mind; (something like "Weren't we going to smoke a joint?" No, no it was," I thought we were going to smoke a joint" and then someone says, "what do you think you just did.") What does it mean? It was so well-known in my thoughts, but I couldn't place it.

"I...what...we did smoke a joint" I said as Brad held me down.

"No, we just got high on some pot, but I asked you if you'd like to smoke a joint...didn't you say you've smoked joints before?" His words were just playing with me.

"Well, I didn't understand it to mean anything other than smoking some pot, so as far as I concerned that's what I did; smoke a joint." I said this knowing that even if I had a valid argument, I still didn't have a valid argument with him.

"Well, here's what your neighbor told us about you." (He's talked to your neighbor; the one that likes to feed you his dick) He's was still stroking as he talked, "He said all we have to do is mention to smoke a joint and you'd show us how eager you are to suck our cocks; so we actually bring you some pot to share with us, we're also willing to share our two joints with you too." Mark's voice was sarcastic and Brad laughed.

"Yeah, but...I...think .... no....I...that doesn't mean..." Mark cut me off.

"Well, I guess we heard it wrong from your neighbor across the way," Mark was still stroking his cock as he spoke, "that you love to suck cock."

"No...I...I don't..." Brad was back to rubbing my cock through my pants.

"Did he lie to us?" Mark continued to stroking himself as he talked, "He said you'd sucked him off twice."

"I...no...I mean..." I was trying to get my head around what was going on, but I was so high.

"You didn't suck him off?" This time it was Brad.

"I...I..." I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants as Brad continued to rub over it and being high actually made what he was doing feel good, "...I did...but...."

"Then you can do us too." Mark moved until he was standing right in front of me on the couch, "Come on man, I heard you give great head."

"No, I can't...do..." I started.

"Yeah, I heard you'd be like this," Brad got off the couch as Mark spoke, "but I also heard that you will give in."

(Fuck, not again, I can't do this again) Brad kicked off his shoes and started to unbutton his pants as Mark stood right in front of me. (This can't be happening; I'm too high to deal with this right now) Brad's pants were around his ankles (look at that bulge in his underwear) and I could see the outline of a big dick in his shorts as he kicked his pants aside. (He's taking his underwear down) then he was pulling his shorts off; I saw his dick spring out and slap against his stomach and then he stood up with his dick sticking straight out (Mark's dick is longer than the guy you sucked, but Brad has a smaller dick) and Brad's dick may have been smaller but I noticed that it was really fat (you can't get that into your mouth) as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Brad threw his shirt behind him – stroking his cock with his other hand – and then they were standing on either side of me. They didn't say anything at first; just kept stroking their rock hard dicks as they kept them pointed at my face (oh god, I can't do this) and my heart raced. (They're not going to let you go without getting them off) the thought of having either of these dicks in my mouth made my heart pound and I wished there was something I could do to make this stop (you could tell them to fuck off) but they weren't going to stop until they got what they wanted.

"Come on now," it was Brad and his voice was heavy as he continued to stroke, "you know you want to, baby."

"No, I...I don't." Mark reached over and grabbed me by the back of my neck as I spoke and pulled me forward until my face was about an inch from his cock, "No...please don't...do...this." His laugh made me realize that he didn't care if I protested or not; he was going to make me suck him off.

Brad reached over and also grabbed the back of my neck and brought his cock right up to my lips. (No...no) I tried to pull away, but they were both holding me and I wasn't strong enough (Mark's got his hand around your throat now) and they both rubbed their dicks on my lips as they continued to hold me; Brad's grip was strong – now on the back of my head – while Mark was choking me with his hand tight around my neck.

"Come on and open that sweet mouth we heard so much about." Mark said as they both held their hard cocks against my lips (precum is oozing onto your lips); I wasn't even sure whose dick was leaking it (both of them).

"Um um." I kept my lips shut as I responded.

"Come on man," it was Brad this time, "you want these hard dicks and you know it."

(Don't do it) I couldn't help but stick my tongue out a little and lick off some of the precum from my lips (fuck, what the hell are you doing) and my tongue brushed against the tip of one of their dicks. (Don't you do it) and they continued to rub – actually push – against my lips (Mark's dick just parted them) and Mark's cock pushed so hard that my lips spread open, but I kept my teeth clenched.

"Open wide," Mark released the hold on my neck and placed his hand on the back of my head and Brad let go, "I have something for you to taste."

Mark's dick went in first (fuck, fight these pricks) as I was too high to fight them off anymore. He let out a loud moan as I let him slide his cock into my mouth (Brad's rubbing his cockhead against your cheek) and I was glad that he wasn't as fat as the first cock I sucked (he is longer) as his cock slowly glided into my wet mouth (but Brad is fatter than the first dick you sucked) and I knew I'd eventually have to deal with Brad's fat cock.

"Oh yes, that's it boy," he grunted as he spoke, "go on and suck that cock, you fucking cocksucker." His voice exploded out of his mouth and his breathing was heavy.

"Yeah, he looks so fuckin' young with your cock in his mouth." Brad laughed, "Give him all of your cock... I can wait." He laughed again.

(Oh god, I can't do this...I can't suck both of them) Mark was still holding the back of my head – now with both hands as he pushed Brad to the side–his dick slowly inched into my mouth as he thrust his hips forward and then back out (you're getting your mouth fucked again) then back in with a lot of force (you're going to eat more cum) he grunted as he fucked my mouth and I breathed heavy out of my nose; as I had done sucking cock twice before.

"You can't tell me this is only his third time sucking cock." Brad laughed, "He knows what he's doing."

"Fuck...yeah...he does...fuck...yeah." With each word Mark spoke, he shoved his dick hard into my mouth; as if to emphasize a point (the point being that you give good head).

"Yeah, fuck that pricks mouth." Brad said and Mark did just that.

(He's giving me too much cock) he pushed more into me, but he still wasn't all the way in my mouth (I can't take anymore, he's already going into my throat) and I knew I wasn't going to last long if I couldn't come up for air. I could actually feel the tip of his dick in my throat and thought I was going to gag if he pushed in anymore, and just when I thought I couldn't take it, he pulled all the way out of my mouth (oh...fuck...air) and his dick's head was right in front of me and I gazed at it dangling there and it was beautiful – I'd never really looked at a cock up close (it's just a dick) – and it felt almost hypnotic (you're fuckin' stoned).

"Your turn." Mark said to Brad.

As Brad moved over in front of me, I dropped to my knees – which always seemed to be the best position in the past for sucking cock. Brad grabbed my head with one hand and positioned his fat – not nearly as long – cock at my opened mouth and I felt my jaw stretched wide as his dickhead pushed in hard. (Fuck, he's too fat) my mouth was open as much as I could get it and saliva was spilling out of the corners and running down to my chin.

"Yeah," Mark laughed now, "give him some dick, why don't you." He laughed again as Brad pushed more of his cock into my mouth.

(Goddamn, I don't think it'll fit) Brad grunted as he thrust his hips forward and it felt like his fat dickhead was going to rip my face open and then it just popped inside my mouth and he was in (god, his head is filling my mouth) and he was fucking my face with his dick in and out with so much force I grabbed his hips and held on for dear life. His cock felt so large and I didn't know how I was able to take it all (you're taking it all) as he pushed it against the inside of my cheek; my cheek pushed out every time his dick plunged in my mouth.

"That's it, fuck that bitch's mouth." Mark's voice actually scared me as he spoke. "Your cum may give me enough lube to get my whole cock down his throat." They both laughed at that.

(Oh god, I can't take anymore of this) I couldn't believe how hard Brad was fucking my face and I had to wrap my arms around his waist to steady myself; his cock was now pushing all the way in and I could feel his big balls slapping my chin (he's breathing so heavy) as my face was now being slammed into his bush.

"Fuck him hard, I'm going to call Mac." Mark walked over to my phone as he spoke.

(Who the fuck is Mac) there was no way I could take a third dick (he's grunting so loud) but there wasn't any way I thought I could take these guys either; and yet here I was with this fucker pounding his cock into my mouth. I could hear Mark on the phone behind Brad (who the fuck is he calling) and Brad just kept pushing more of his cock into my throat.

"Yeah, Brad's giving him a good face fucking right now," I heard Mark say on the phone, "yeah...yeah, he does suck good. I've already had some, but I haven't emptied my load yet, so if you want to see this, you'd better get over here."

(Who the fuck is Mac) I knew Brad was getting close by the way he was breathing and although I didn't want this, I couldn't help but feel turned on (what the fuck is the matter with me) but the thought of eating his cum scared the hell out of me (you've done it before, I guess you can do it again).

"You getting ready to cum?" it was Mark standing on Brad's left.

"Ummm." Was all Brad said as I heard a knock at the door.

"There's Mac." Mark said walking to the door.

(Who the fuck is Mac) Brad was now back to long slow strokes and I was able to move my hands back to his hip; my right hand reached for his balls and started to rub them (what the fuck are you thinking, he's going to cum in your mouth) and I heard him moan as I gently stroke his big ball sac.

"Yep, he does love it." It was a new but familiar sounding voice.

"Fuck...I can't last...much...longer." Brad was moving his cock back and forth in my mouth as he spoke.

(God, he's going to cum) his balls tensed in my hand and he let out a loud moan as he stopped fucking my mouth and held my head right on his dickhead. He pumped so much juice into my mouth that it just flowed back out and over his dick and down onto his balls; immediately followed by even more cum being pumped out (I can't eat it all). There was so much cum I was having trouble swallowing it all (he's grunting every time he pumps his cum in me); but I did swallow as much as I could.

"Fuck, don't drown him man." It was the voice I'd recognized.

"He always shoots a lot of cum." Mark laughed, "I love to watch guys try to take his load."

(Who the fuck is Mac) his cum flowed and I sucked hard trying not to let anymore flow out (my hand – and his balls – are covered with cum). Brad's body jerked as he pumped another load of cum (fuck, more cum is spilling out of my mouth; it's too much) and I heard the new guy (Mac) and Mark laugh as I was literally chocking on all the cum in my mouth. More and more cum gushed out (fuck, how much more) but it wasn't quite as much (it's still a lot) and I swallowed it without too much leaking out of my mouth this time.

"I've never seen anything like that." It was that familiar voice.

"Yeah, I love to watch 'em choke." Mark laughed.

Finally he wasn't pumping quite so much cum and now I could swallow it all. He grunted and a little more cum spilled into my mouth – and down my throat – then it was just that familiar dribble of cum that came out of a dick (this shouldn't be familiar) when a guy is completing his orgasm; his dick started to go soft (it's still really fat) as he pulled it out with another pop when the fat dickhead came out of my mouth.

"Damn, I love seeing that." I looked up at the voice and my heart sunk.

(Fuck, Mac's the fucker I've sucked off before) and Mark was now in front of me lifting me up. He looked at me and shook his head.

"You've got cum all over you face." He laughed, "Now hurry up and get naked so I can get off."

(Oh god, why are they doing this to me?) there were too many of them to resist, so I stripped off my clothes and stood in front of them naked – as I stripped, so did Mac – and although I was scared, my cock was still hard and throbbing. Mac walked up to where I was standing in front of Mark (he's hard for you again) and I dropped to my knees in front of both of them. They both stood at an angle with their cocks pointed at my face and Mark grabbed my head and pushed his dick into my mouth.

"You're right Mac," Mark said as he started to push his dick into my mouth, "he fights for a few minutes, but then he just gives right in, doesn't he?" I heard Mac laugh as Mark slid in more of his dick.

Mark now had both of his hands back on my head and pulled my head toward him every time he moved his hips forward (yeah, you're wishing you hadn't open your door) and his cock moved back and forth in my mouth. He let out let gasps of breath every time he thrust his hips at my face and I wanted so bad to be able to touch my own cock, but I held onto his hips just so I could keep up with him. His dick pushed down hard and I felt the tip inch into my throat again (he only has about half his dick in your mouth). He was punishing me with his cock and all I could do was to hold on and let him go crazy in my mouth. Then he pulled out and for the second time tonight – I was little dazed from all the cock I'd been forced to suck – and I stared head on at his monster dick (that was just in your mouth).

"OK Mac, get some of this bitch." He was breathing hard as he spoke.

Mac now grabbed my head and that cock that had been in my mouth just this afternoon was pushing back in and I placed my left hand on Mac's hip as I jacked off with my right (finally, I can give my cock a little attention). He pushed his dick in and out (he's getting that rhythm going) with his hips thrusting forward and then pulling back (my dick is so fucking hard) and I should have known I'd regret ever having met this fucker; I continued jacking off on my knees as he fed me his cock.

"Let me get some more of that, Mac." Mark waited until Mac pulled out before pushing his cock back into my mouth, "I need to see if I can get this cocksucker to take all of my cock."

Mark was not gentle as he shoved back into my mouth. Pushing as much of his cock in as he could fit (fuckin' relax your throat) and I could feel the tip going back into my throat; I relaxed as much as I could and felt his dick slowly inching in (he's still not all the way in). Mark held my head as he rammed more and more cock into me and I just held onto his hips and let him fuck my mouth. (He's giving me more of a throat fucking than Mac ever did) his dick pushed in a little more each time he thrust his hips forward and I was doing my best to breathe out of my nose.

"Damn, I think you're almost there." Mac was standing right next to Mark as he spoke.

He was too (his dick is down your throat) and as the last bit of his dick went in my mouth, my nose was tickled by his bush hair; this didn't stop him from trying to force more down inside of me. His grunts were loud as he held my head in place on his cock and fucked my throat as hard as he could (keep your throat relaxed are you're going to choke and this fucker wouldn't care if you did); my throat was full and I was just happy I hadn't gagged (let him do what he wants; it will end eventually).

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh." More familiar sounds coming out of me with each deep thrust into my throat; he fucked my mouth deep and hard – eventually was taking a long time.

He looked down at me as I looked up – or eyes met and I'm sure my eyes looked disparate for this to end – his eyes were lost in the lust of the moment as he continued ramming his cock in and I was now totally his to use anyway he wanted. (Maybe if you rub his balls, he'll catch a nut faster) as I had with Brad, I reached one hand up to his balls and rubbed them softly as he continued to jam his cock down into me.

"He's getting so good at this." It was Mac, "I think I'm a good teacher." He and Brad laughed at that.

Mark's balls were soft and spongy in my hand and I slowly rubbed them – he didn't let up on the throat fucking –I heard him moaning (he's getting close) so I started rubbing his balls a little harder. His dick was pounding into my throat and his hips were moving so fast back and forth as he grunted louder and fucked my face harder (please cum) and I just wanted this to be over. (Why isn't he cumming yet?) my hand was rubbing his balls trying to entice his cum out and he just kept pounding his dick into my mouth; (I can't take much more) and I reached behind him and rubbed his ass with my other hand. His ass muscles tensed hard every time he thrust his cock forward into me (rub his asshole) and I slowly slid my hand down between his ass cheeks and pushed my index finger against his puckered hole; that finally sent him over the top.

"Ahhh....fu...ck...." His cock expanded in my throat.

(He's finally going to shoot) with one hand on his balls and the other pushing into his asshole (your fingers going up his ass) Mark's body went ridged and his dick pumped down my throat (fuck, finally) and I was happy – only because this would soon be over – his balls pulled up into the sac as he shot another load (he's moaning so loud) of cum down my throat and I felt his asshole tense around my finger each time his cum pumped out of his dick.

Then he pulled all the way out of my mouth – holding my head with one hand and jacking his cock with the other – my mouth was still open wide as several shots of his cum flew straight out across my lips and onto my tongue. He gushed another two shots; one across my lips – some going in my mouth – that landed on my cheek, while the other shot went higher in the air and landed across my nose and into my eye. For some reason, I didn't flinch as the cum shot out of his dick, but had stopped rubbing his balls and ass so I could hold on to his hips with both hands and watched in amazement as more cum pumped out and into my mouth.

He grunted as two fast blast came out of his pee-slit, one splashing against my chin and the other one landing as a ribbon of cum across my bottom lip. My mouth closed so I could swallow some of the cum and as I did, he shot another load that hit my lips (that would have gone in your mouth too) and dripped down my chin. I grabbed his cock with one hand and took him back into my mouth just as another load – not a lot – emptied out; I swallowed it all. His body jerked as the last bit of cum also dribbled out of his dick.

With my right hand – starting at the base of his shaft – I squeezed his cock and ran my hand up to the tip (you're milking him dry) and he grunted loud as I sucked the last bit of cum out of the his dickhead. Even though he was done cumming, his dick jerked small amounts that I sucked out and swallowed still holding his hips as I ran my mouth up and down his now semi hard cock.

Continuing to suck his dick, I looked up into his eyes letting his cock slowly slide back and forth in my mouth (I don't want him to take it out yet) and he looked down at me, but now that he had cum, his eyes didn't look as angry as they had. Then he was done and pulling out (he's still breathing heavy) and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was satisfied.

"Fuck, that was hot." Mac said, "Over here cocksucker."

Mac grabbed my head and pulled me onto his hard cock (I can handle him better than Mark's cock) and right away he was fucking my face (one more and this is done) not down deep into my mouth, but long slow strokes that slid in and out. It was weird that not only was there a familiarity with Mac, but I was also familiar with his cock (you're not supposed to be familiar with a cock). The size of the head and the length of his meat as he fucked my mouth (he's not ramming into you like Mark did) with long slow strokes; almost as if he took pity on me after the face fucking Mark had given.

With one hand I rubbed his balls as I stroked the base of his cock and moved my head up and down on his dickhead (you still haven't cum) feeling my own dick throbbing between my legs. If he thought I sucked him good before, I wanted to make sure he never forgot this time (why do you care). Both of my hands were now rubbing around his ball sac and the base of his cock and I could tell from the moans he was surprised how much I was into sucking him off (so am I).

"You're learning, boy." He let out a moan after he spoke.

"Fuck, he's worshiping your cock, Mac." It was Mark, "I'm telling you though, that didn't feel like head from a beginner, I think he's had previous experience; a lot of previous experience."

"Oh...oh...yeah...oh." Was all Mac could manage.

(He's going to cum) I wasn't scared of his cum now, because I didn't have a choice and I moved my head up and down on his dick – taking about half his cock into my mouth and stroking the other half with both of my hands – and I actually felt his dick swell in my mouth (he's going to cum) and I started sucking harder and faster.

"Ahh...ahhh...fuck....ahhh." Even though my eyes were closed as I worked his cock, I knew his were too as those sounds escaped his mouth.

To finish him off, I started sucking hard on his dickhead; running my tongue around the tip and licking into his pee-slit (his balls feel so good) and sucking the head as hard as I could. Both his hands were holding my head and his knees buckled as the first shot entered my mouth and I swallowed it all just before the next shot of his juice flowed out. It was true that I was learning, because I've already learned that it's much easier to handle a man's cum if you suck just the tip of their dick when they're shooting.

"Ahh...ohh...uh, uh, uh...ahhh." Were the sounds Mac made as he emptied his cum in me.

There were two more big shots of cum before he started to slow down and go limp. His dick finally came out of my mouth – I sucked the last bit of cum off the tip – and he stood above me breathing heavy; face flushed.

"Fuck, boy," Mac was trying to catch his breath, "when you put your mind to it, you can really suck cock."

Brad was already dressed and Mark was getting dressed when I got back on the couch. Mac came over and sat next to me (his cock is still oozing some cum) and started to stroke my still hard cock. While he stroked he looked into my eyes and maybe it was because I was so turned on, but I felt something toward him (yes, because he's stroking your dick, that's all; it will leave as soon as he does and then you're back to hating him) and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him as my cum built in my balls.

"This is what you want." He whispered in my ear as he continued to stroke my cock; with my arms wrapped around his neck, I laid against his chest, "This is what you desire and need." My arms were tight around his neck as the first wave of cum left my balls and ran up my dick.

"Ahhh..." My first shot made its way out of my dick and squirted into the air and landed on Mac's stomach and hand.

"That's it boy," My body quivered against him as my cum boiled up (Barbara never made me cum like this) and flowed out of my cock, "it feels good to release it." He pumped another load out that made me jerk hard as I held him tight.

"Fuck, Mac," Mark's voice had a tinge of distain in it, "you two sweethearts now?"

"Sometimes control comes through affection." Mac spoke gently as he stroked my dick, "And sometimes you got to give a little Mark, to get a lot." My dick wasn't shooting as violently as it had and I let go of Mac and fell back until I was lying on the couch (you wrapped your goddamn arms around him).

The hard on was gone and I breathed heavy watching Mac (his eyes are cold) realizing that he wasn't being nice to me when he jacked me off, but instead he was just trying to control me with his pretend warmth. (You've now been used by three different men) and I felt like crying knowing that they saw me as nothing more than a plaything and yet they had made me do something extremely intimate with them. Something that you'd do with someone you loved and had affection for, but to all of these fuckers, I was nothing more than someone to help them get off; someone to help them catch a nut.

As I laid there watching Brad and Mark getting ready to leave, Mac went into the kitchen and got the towel hanging on the stove and wiped my cum off of him as he walked back to where I sat on the couch. Watching him, I couldn't believe this had all happened – it was dreamlike, but it wasn't a dream.

"We will do this again." He was still wiping off my cum as he spoke.

He handed me the towel and I started to wipe the cum off my face, but I didn't answer him.

"Hey guys, thanks for your help." Mac said to Brad and Mark as they left my apartment and then he turned back to me, "You'll never know if someone new you meet is someone that I've set up to meet you; even women. So, you either come over to my apartment on your own tomorrow, or I'll plan another party for you." I sat in silence as he spoke and knew I hated this man, "And you will suck who I say you will suck or the next time it will be five or six guys at once; and I know a lot of guys with big dicks that would love to get off in your mouth."

He was dressed and standing at the door to leave (fuck you) and I was still naked on the couch. He opened the door and smiled as he turned back to face me.

"I really am the first dick you sucked, right?" The smile never left his face, "Hmm, I wonder."

"Fuck you." I yelled, but after he'd left and shut the door behind him.

(Three more dicks in your mouth) I couldn't believe that I had just sucked off three cocks and that I'd sucked Mac (he now has a name) twice today (he's not going to leave you alone). What the fuck am I going to do, I wondered, knowing there was no way that I wanted to do this again, but not knowing how I could now stop it; he's not going to leave me alone (He'll be back one way or another) and I laid on the couch still naked and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Sleep brought dreams – dirty nasty dreams – of me on my knees sucking a cock; even my dreams betrayed me.