Danny Boy

Published on May 31, 2003

Gay

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are under the legal age to read such materials, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read this story. In the world of this story the characters do not always practice safe sex. In the real world, everyone should practice safe sex and use a condom.

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Danny Boy - Part 2

One day I saw this new guy who worked at the Service Station where my dad always bought gas and had repairs done to the two family cars. I figured him to be in his mid 30's. Sure, he was older than me, then 17, but I already liked older guys with experience, dominant guys that could really satisfy my newly acquired taste for light kinky stuff. This service attendant was tall, dark and handsome, very macho, actually sizzling HOT. He definitely looked like he could take care of my sexual needs without a problem. Most of the time, he was dressed in a uniform when he was working the pump-island waiting on gas customers. However, when he was working in the bays on auto repairs, he was dressed in only a tight, torn tee shirt, well- worn, faded Levi's, and motorcycle boots. Once in awhile, when it was cold, he wore coveralls and a denim jacket. He always had his sleeves rolled up so his tattoos were visible. He radiated sex appeal. Both dad and I couldn't keep from following his every move. Albert would catch his eye and give him signals clearly indicating he was interested as he filled the family car with gasoline, washed the windshield, and checked the oil. He would tease us with his crotch grabbing action, knowing that we were watching him strut around with a semi down his pant leg. He obviously wore no underwear, and was always well defined. He was a big tease. Regardless of what he wore, he always looked deliciously juicy. I could tell that my dad was going to get into that one before too long. Dad would step out of the car, follow him around having him check the oil, air up the tires. Dad and I both would be drooling watching the merchandise. I heard my dad ask him what his name was. It was Jake! Jake was a bit younger than my dad was. My dad was as blond and as pretty as I was, only older. We both would have made very pretty women.

It wasn't long after that and one night dad came in late with a guy. I was tired and stayed in my room rather than joining them like I sometimes did. They were smashed, laughing and making a lot of noise, which woke me, up. I just went right back to sleep. Who ever this guy was, he had Albert not just moaning, but screaming. "Yes, YES, YES," half the night. After the guy left, dad woke me and told me this guy was awesome, I missed a real good time. When he told me it was Jake from the station, I knew I had to get some of him too. At the station, Jake always gave us what I considered a special smile through the glass as he washed the windshield after that night. He always displayed a nice semi and made sure his sleeves rolled up so his tattoos were visible to my dad, a tattoo worshiper like me. He always lingered, strutted his stuff, rubbing his crotch, making pop very nervous. He caught me staring at his tattoos and crotch in awe more than once too; so he most likely figured, "Like father, Like Son!"

The station wasn't far from where we lived. I made it a point to walk the extra few blocks so I could pass by there to and from school each day. I was now a senior. Each time I passed by the station I found one excuse after the other to make eye contact with him, smile, and try to get him to make conversation or small talk with me. Just watching his movements excited me. I found myself hanging around the station every afternoon buying candy bars, cokes from the vending machines each afternoon watching him. I eventually started sitting on a customer's bench doing my homework regularly, always watching him out of the corner of my eye. He soon realized I was always watching him and checking him out. He boldly came up to me one afternoon and checked me out as he purchased and drank a coke from the vending machine, constantly watching my reactions to him and his conversation as he made small talk with me. I was a younger version of my dad, a look alike, so he immediately felt comfortable around me. He asked me how old I was and I lied and told him I was 18, making me of legal age in California. He looked at me and said, "You look like jail bait to me, probably 16 or 17, but you sure are a pretty blond indeed, pretty just like your daddy." When my eyes went over his body and lingered on his crotch as we talked he started 'to strut his stuff' for my benefit.

Jake was originally from Oklahoma. He had the nicest low southern drawl when he talked; it fit him to a tee. He soon realized by my actions that I was interested in more than small talk. He turned me on big time and I guess I did get a bit flustered around him when he lit up a cigarette and offered me a drag once he had it lit. See how he was making me fidget, he sat right up next to me on the long bench, put his cigarette to my lips. He was so near me I could smell his maleness. I concentrated on his smell, so taken with him. He purposely rubbed up against me and my heart raced. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears when I automatically opened my lips. He held the cigarette to my lips. I took a small puff and immediately blew out the smoke. It tasted horrible! He obviously knew I was not a smoker. He laughed, grabbed my knee with his other hand, rubbed and squeezed it before he said, "Not a smoker I see! Well good for you!" He quickly ran his hand up my thigh giving it a nice firm grip until he almost reached my crotch. My lips parted and I let out a soft moan, indicating I liked what he was doing. He quickly removed his hand, ran the hand through my soft, long, blond hair and said, "You are one pretty little she-male indeed; you turn me on. If I knew you were 18 for sure, your ass would be mine Blondie -- there would be no escaping me." At that very moment, the bell rang and he rushed off to the pump-island.

The next day when I sat on the bench, he was almost with me instantly taking a break. I realized, each day his conversations switched to sexual topics with me, he started lifting, squeezing, and readjusting his basket with his left hand when he talked. I watched his every gesture. He was obviously getting himself hard, bolder, showing me exactly how I affected him and what he had for me. I had never seen a guy do this before, especially so openly. I found myself paralyzed staring at his actions and his growing basket. He prick teased me for over a week, constantly excited, whispering suggestive sexy things under his breath in his conversation, knowing I could hear him. Jake kept calling me "Jail Bait, too young to fondle, but way to pretty to ignore!" However, he got increasingly more suggestive, until he could see he was really turning me on big time. Then he got very bold with me and started touching me as he spoke to me. He kept telling me how much he liked me! He eventually added, he would like to "nip my nipples, lick my ass, and screw my boy-pussy." He knew I was his after I continued to come by after he had verbally prepared me for what his intentions were.

One warm day I sat on the bench and asked him about his tattoos. He took his tee shirt off almost instantly so I could see all of them. He smiled and said, "Ok, now let me see your nipples, they look huge under your shirt." I unbuttoned my shirt and opened it far enough that he got a good look at my clear white hairless chest and nipples. His mouth dropped open! He licked his lips and said, "Fuck girl, look at those babies; your nipples are huge and make my tongue waggle. Would I like to suck on those babies!" The combination of seeing this hunk hard, and listening to him talk me up had me so frustrated and hot. I just didn't care who saw me; I had to have what he had inside his Levi's fighting for release. I put both hands to my nipples and began to play with my own nipples until they hardened and stood up like two tiny mountains. This obviously took him over the top; he turned on to me now. He was very well endowed indeed, actually huge, from what I could see straining against his crotch. Without any hesitation, I leaned forward, put my hand on his manhood, smiled at him, then squeezed my fingers around the shaft, rubbing up over the dick head a couple of times.

He whispered, "Fuck girl, you really want it, just like your old man's pussy did!" Without waiting for an answer, he put huge hands on my shoulders, spun me to him, pulled my ass cheeks against his crotch and rubbed up and down between my ass cheeks. He was excited, indeed excited with a raging stiff. His filthy hands and fingers spread grease and oil over my nipples as he squeezed and tweaked them. His heavy breathing was in my ear as he whispered, "You want my dick, you got it girl!" He had a good grip on me as he guided me through the shop, motioning to another guy to cover for him as he passed. He guided me out the back door, heading for the bathroom with my ass cheeks bouncing roughly against the hard bulge in his crotch most of the way. My feet were barely touching the concrete he had such a hold on me. The men's bathroom, he found occupied. He uttered, "Fuck," then further guided me on to the women's bathroom. The minute we were inside he locked the door and lifted his tee shirt up and off. I had previously seen the tattoos that ran down each arm, but now exposed were all the massive tattoos over his shoulders, chest, and back. He tossed the tee up on to the paper dispenser, unbuttoned his Levi's and let the crotch flop open. He wore no under shorts. There lay a mass of black hair down the center of his chest, over his six-pack, his navel, and continued down spreading as it covered his groin. He guided his hard cock from the left side, lifting it and his two huge balls up letting them loose so the whole package flopped before my eyes jetting from the nest of long black hair. I just drooled for a moment.

I couldn't believe my eyes; the shaft of his cock was tattooed. It had a snake circling it with the head tattooed clear to the end of his foreskin. There was a row of studded piercing; all with silver studs up from under his low hanging balls all the way, up to where the balls attached to the cock shaft. The underside of his cock head had a Prince Albert cock piercing with a huge silver ring dangling. He was hard, so his cock head was slightly exposed. His balls hung like two long slabs of raw meat below his crotch. He also had rings dangling from each of his nipples. He was indeed glorious, to good to be true! I was in heat!

He wasted no time in pulling me to him again. He leaned over, sucked on one nipple as he pinched and tweaked the other. He put my hands to his nipples. He gave me one order, "Pinch and pull on the rings girl." He kept saying "Harder, Harder," until his dick was totally expanded and pulsating against me. Once fully extended, he quickly shoved me to my knees between his legs and fed me the tip of his dick. It was already oozing pre-cum. He said, "suck it baby, suck Jake's big dick! It is what you want baby? Come on, Blow it Girl!" The big silver Prince Albert rubbed on my tongue as I sucked him. It felt weird, different, cold, yet, rather nice against my tongue. He leaned up against the metal stall wall, locked his thighs against my face and fucked my face. It only took about three minutes and he was ready to blow his wad. When he stiffened, he crammed his dick into my mouth and spasm after powerful spasm of his skeet and seed shot over my tongue and down my throat. I thought he was all done, when suddenly he shot another full load. His cream flowed from the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin and neck. He quickly pulled from my mouth, lifted his cock up by the silver ring and guided my lips and chin down over the studs running down the center between his balls. When he began to settle back down, he stepped away, put his tee shirt back on, tucked it into his Levi and he buttoned up. He did all this so fast I was still on my knees. He pulled my face into the Levi material covering his crotch.

"Come back later, I get off at 7pm and I'll take you around the world baby! You sure got a nice ass on you baby, names Donny, right?" I told him yes and he said, "Later then Donny!" At that, he lifted me to my feet, spun me around, popped me on my ass and headed for the door. He left me standing in the women's bathroom with the taste of his seed stimulating my taste buds. Before I finished washing my face and neck, a woman entered. I rushed past her and out the door. I remembered Jake had run his hands and fingers through my long blond hair while I was blowing him, just as Louie does. I thought, "I think he likes me," as I walked home to meet Louie who I had kept waiting.

I didn't go back that night, as I was with Louie, but the next afternoon after school I was right back sitting my ass on that bench hoping for more of Jake. Sure enough, he wasted no time in motioning me to follow him into the men's bathroom. After that, I would catch his eye and head for the bathroom. Minutes later he would join me, already excited and hard. It became a regular afternoon treat for me. Eventually he started laying kisses on my lips before he got dominant and assertive with me, pushing his dick between my lips. It was not long and he was fondling and squeezing my ass cheeks, lowering my slacks and under shorts, rubbing his hard dick up in the crack of my ass and rubbing my inner thighs making me breathless. I stopped him before he spat on his dick and tried to enter me. I told him I would let him do that to me, but not in this filthy bathroom. Though he had me breathless, really wanting to get corn-holed, I pulled up my pants, dropped to my knees and blew him as usual. I continued to blow him at the station.

He kept coming by the school on his days off wanting to take me to his place. I was not quite comfortable getting in his pick-up with him as I stood no chance of escaping his aggressive nature once inside his vehicle if he wanted to rough me up. One day he handed me clean HIV test results for himself as he talked with me through the lowered passenger window, still trying to get me to jump in his pickup. I smiled and said, "Well great, you're clean, but I'm not doing it in your pickup!" He answered, "No Baby, I'm taking you to my bedroom; I even cleaned it and put on clean sheets for the occasion." He gave me a big smile and patted the seat for me to get in. He realized he was going to loose out on getting me into the truck with him unless he could get me instantly hot for him. He quickly lifted his tee up and off while he talked sexy to me. He opened his Levi's fly, pulled his dick and balls up and out for display. He stroked it a few times, then let it flop over and lay against the seat cushion between his spread legs. The snake and the cock ring caught my eye immediately. He rubbed and pulled on his nipple rings a couple of times and his dick began to grow. The head popped from the foreskin and that is all it took to make my mouth water and my legs unsteady. He could see the effect he was having on me; so he gave me a big smile, then motioned me inside the cab, again tapping on the cushion beside him. He licked his lips and said, "Come on Donny, I'm clean and you know you want this big dick of mine up the wazoo. Just for you girl!"

I could not resist his invitation to do what I had been dreaming of doing for weeks. I jumped in the truck with him and immediately put my hand over the snake. He put the pedal to the medal and we were off in a cloud of burning rubber. He only went a very short distance, pulled into a driveway and parked around back of a large apartment complex. He buttoned up, and led me straight to his first story apartment, which turned out to be only four blocks from my house. He didn't live alone, by the looks of things. There were two Harley Bikes in his living room of all places. They were all torn apart, parts were spread around everywhere, but he had laid a large plastic tarp down so oil and grease would not stain the carpet. There were empty beer cans, dirty ashtrays, glasses and dishes everywhere, a real bachelors pad. It smelled like dirty ashtrays, stale beer, motor oil, and Mexican food. The place was a disaster area, an accident waiting to happen. He led me past that mess, down the hallway, opened a door, and pulled me into his bedroom and shut the door. It was much better, the bed sheets seemed clean, it smelled clean, free of cigarettes, and it seemed a bit organized. It seemed like he had cleaned it up knowing that he was going to get me to come home with him this very day. The adjoining bathroom still smelled like pine-sol. Jake went right to work getting me nude after he shed his tee, boots and socks. He left his Levi's on, but open, exposing himself again like before, knowing it would turn me on to him quickly. His cock and balls hung out of the bush. He was still semi-hard and the head partially covered by the protective skin up to where the Prince Albert held it from totally covering his dick head. Just the very tip of his cock head exposed on the topside. He left the room for a short time, returned with a six pack of beer. He flipped the lids and handed me one as he chugged his down in what seemed two long gulps. He burped, opened another and took a few swigs as he headed for the bedside table. From the drawer he pulled a joint and a lighter. He made it glow, than passed it to my lips and said, "Suck it up baby!" As we drank and smoked a few more he very skillfully removed my clothing, rubbing, massaging, and tweaking my nipples as he worked. He took his time, one hand working over my nipples as his other ran over my ass cheeks, in the crack, then down over my inner thighs.

His rough and callused hands felt wonderful against my soft tender skin. I immediately put my nose to him as he worked. His chest hair tickled. I inhaled deeply; a low moan flowed from between my lips. He could see I liked his masculine aroma; so, he took me by the long hair with one hand, drove my face and nose all over his moist chest hair. The grass doing its' usual trick on me; I had what I always called the emotional shakes. I was cold, shivering for a few minutes; then a surge of warmth flowed through me and I felt all wonderful inside. My heart was beating like a tom-tom and sweat was dripping from my brow. My tongue and lips went wild licking moisture and salt from him. My nose was sending his wonderful scent to my brain. I was floating now, totally involved in the pursuit of pleasure. He lifted one arm, then guided my nose directly to his damp pit. He let loose of my hair with the other hand and it went back to pinching my nipples. I totally lost myself in his aroma and the moistness of his aromatic pit. He got hard quickly rubbing his dick against me. He realized I was ready, totally submissive now, ready to be molested - his captive and bottom. I was just moaning with lustful emotion as he put my hands to his nipples and told me to twist and pull on the silver rings. I liked how his rough foreplay and assertiveness increased, as he became excited. I was his! He began to nibble and suck on my nipples, rub his hands up and down over me, especially my inner thighs, my favorite foreplay. Jake was all over me; I could not resist him. He spat on his fingers and guided one into me, then added another; soon the thumb was in too. I rotated my buns, loving it! I just opened for him and rode his fingers. He reached for a jar of Petroleum Jelly, removed the silver cock head ring, and greased up. His dick was in me pushing its' way, searching for the warmth within me. When it got to that notoriously sensitive and favorite spot, I just melted back against him. He moaned, then asked, "You really like dick in you girl, don't you?"

I muttered, "Oh Yea, Fuck me!"

He said, "Your wish is my command girl, you can bet on that!" He rotated right there on my prostrate gland, his two hands and fingers working my nipples. He continued to rotate and massage my love spot until I was fucking my ass over his dick.

"Mmmm yes! Fuck me Jake, I love it!" My moans and screams quickly did a number on him. He was pounding my ass and biting on me. He quickly buried himself within the confines of my love canal, and let me do all the work pounding my ass back against his dick. I was moaning and making high-pitched squeals every time his dick touched and rubbed on my hot spot. I worked myself up into a physical frenzy, to a point where his balls were slapping against my ass cheeks with each plunge. The cold steel studs that ran down between his balls were bouncing against my ass sending waves of a new pleasure up into me I had never before experienced.

I screamed, "Rub your balls hard against me Jake, the STUDS, give me the STUDS!" He rubbed them back and forth across my sensitive bottom and thighs. All I could do was utter, "Mmmm, Mmmm, Yea Jake!" He then took control of me physically, guided me on to my knees on the bed, into the doggie position and started humping me, still rubbing the studs against my bottom each time he buried himself in me. He had me moaning and thrusting my ass back over his dick, rotating it, lifting and falling, rubbing against those studs. I was on fire, in cunt heaven, and he knew it. He began to nip and bite on my neck and shoulders, steadily getting more aggressive until he could not hold back any longer. He stiffened, buried his teeth in my shoulder and filled me with his hot juices. He continued pumping until he blew his seed again, in less than two minutes. After that, it took him quite a while to climax the third consecutive time. Finally he slumped over, his weight fell over me and we went down into a side roll on to the bed. He pulled from me, rolled me over and scooted up over my chest, sat on me and fed me his semi until he was hard again and scooting a hot load down my throat. I could not believe he was so prolific. What a cock!

When I opened my eyes, I realized we were not alone in the room. His roommate was standing over us at bedside, jacking himself off. He was a monster, at least six-six, hairy and had a dick on him like a mule. Yes, his dick was like that of a bull, a stallion, or a four-inch diameter rubber hose, well over a foot long. He looked like a professional wrestler, loaded with muscles and tattoos. I had never seen anything so huge as that dick on him. Jake said, "Donny, meet Tiny, my roommate. Looks like he is stoned! When he gets stoned, he is an animal, right Tiny?" Jake looked over at me, smiled and said, "Don't worry girl, he will not fuck you, he is a J/O freak, especially when he is stoned! All he wants is an audience so he can perform, make the best of it girl!" Tiny stepped up on to the bed and stood straddling us. I could not help myself; I reached up and touched it to make sure it was real. He liked that and spread his feet wider so I could reach him easier. I grabbed his huge loose ball sack and pulled on it as he jacked on the shaft. Within minutes he was shooting his wad all over me, covering me with his skeet. I sat up and kissed it. He never said a word, just smiled, jumped down off the bed, grunted, then turned and looked down at me. I looked at him and said, "Bring that big thing over here Tiny." He wasted no time stepping up against the bed where I could reach him. I sat up on the edge of the bed, lifted the monster dick and put the head in my mouth. It barely fit between my teeth. I tried to slide more between my teeth but that was all I could get beyond my lips. He got hard again immediately. His dick was like it had an air hose attached, inflating it so fast. I ran my lips and tongue around, sucking on that bulbous mass. He just threw his head back and moaned. He stayed perfectly still for quite a while, then started to shake from the knees until his whole body joined in. He was pinching his nipples now, moaning and leaning into me. As he came, he fell forward over me almost choking me with his mass and load. It took both Jake and me to lift Tiny off me and on to his feet again.

Tiny leaned over, smiled, planted a big wet kiss on my lips and said. "Thanks, that was great; it has been a long time!"

After he turned and left, I said, "Weird Dude, but what a dick on him, Huh?"

Jake said, "Yea, he is mostly a solo guy, but he likes to shock people with that Big Dick of his! He has never found anyone that can service it properly; so solo has become his specialty, especially when he has an audience! I think you shocked him in taking him like that, it doesn't happen often anyone will even try, let alone getting him off. I'm afraid you will be his princess for life now!"

Jake threw me a towel from the nightstand and said. "Clean us up girl!" After that afternoon, Jake was constantly pursuing me after he got off work every day for more fun and games. Since he had a pick-up, he had a high priority rating for my attentions, because he would take me places when I skipped school on his days off. Soon, other than Sidney and Louie screwing me, Jake was a regular Top guy for me too, especially when he and Tiny treated me to my first taste of their special kink. He would get me in his apartment, cuff me, blindfold me, then nip and suck on my nipples and rosebud until he got me so hot he could do just about anything he wanted with me. He always liked to be the dominant force. If Tiny were around, he would be involved, watching and fondling me too as he jacked off. Humiliation was part of Jake's routine, his foreplay. Tiny would do anything Jake asked him to do to me. Jake would call me his fucking whore, his cunt, his pussy, and give orders to me like a drill instructor in the Army. He had Tiny eating my male pussy until I got so hot I begged for a fuck. Tiny really went wild and it usually ended up that as Jake screwed me, Tiny fed me his dick. Tiny wasn't the smartest guy, just a bit retarded or something. He always told me he loved me when I would blow him. The two never did get violently involved with me, but they displayed and taught me kink once they got me stoned and in submission. Heavy nipple play, spankings, golden showers, enigmas, making me hold the warm soapy water in me until I was ready to burst. Tiny loved to eat my she-male pussy. He would lay me over the back of the sofa or the end of the bed, spread my ass with his rough hands and eat me for hours as he watched television. He would always clean me up with his tongue if he or Jake left traces of their sperm on me. He loved to suck Jake's juices from my rosebud. Tiny's head would bob in my ass as if he was bobbing for apples in a tub full of water on Halloween jacking himself off and moaning. It would get me so hot I would beg to be screwed again an again. Then Jake would step back up and fill the request. He loved to make me beg for his dick, a good fucking.

He uses to jack off all over me too sometimes with Tiny. Sometimes both he and Tiny would eat my pussy until I was bouncing my ass over their tongues. I soon learned that Tiny liked to jack off between my buns, then lick me clean of his own juices. They would have a contest to see who could shoot the farthest distance and still hit the target, usually my open mouth, other times my rosebud. Jake could shoot cum four feet across the room, and that always impressed me, especially his first big load of the day. He wouldn't always hit the target, but he would certainly cover my face with his scoot. Tiny on the other hand, never could hit the target, but when he finally skeet, he unloaded what seemed like a full cupful each load. I had never had anyone treat me to this type of kink before these two. I liked it immediately. Jake could see that, and dominated me the minute I was in his presence getting Tiny to help him with their games. They constantly thought of new ways to keep me returning for more.

When Jake had his Harley back together and running again, he use to take me for rides when I would skip school on his days off. My grades slipped a bit again as I got totally involved with him. He and Tiny in fact, rounded up a full set of used leathers for me, including boots, a headband, all made of brown leather rather then the usual black like they wore. The jacket and vest had long leather tassels along the seams. Even the leather pants had leather tassels. They were definitely women's gear. There were two zippers sewn into the garment. One started at the crotch inseam and ran up the front just below the waistband. The other ran from the crotch inseam up the back seam ending just below the waistband. When open it left everything available for a hungry man. They said I looked like a princess when they fit it to me one evening, tightening the side lacing until everything fit like a glove. I will say, I made a dashing beauty when all decked out. I asked them why they dressed me in brown rather than the usual black leather. Their answer was because brown went better with my long blond hair and blue eyes. My dad never knew I was hanging out so much seeing Jake and Tiny. Had he, I don't think he would have approved, as they definitely would be considered rough trade and scooter trash, good for a one-night stand, but not regulars. He constantly warned me that eventually that type would turn on me, not to get too involved. I knew they were rough trade types, but I just could not resist Jake and Tiny now no matter how much I tried. They really made me steam when they got me going!

I soon found out that they and their buddies each spring would start making the rounds going from one County Fair to the next on their bikes, all through the summer, every weekend. Jake kept wanting me to go with him, but I knew if I did, I surely would be caught and grounded for life by my folks. However, after I graduated from high school the first part of June, I got a job in a 24-hour convenience store. My hours varied from day to day, but I always knew when my days off would be. I would work the undesirable shifts, trading other employees that didn't want to work them in exchange for their weekends off. Jake had finally convinced me to go on a bike run with them the very week I was to have a full weekend. I told my parents I would be working all weekend and staying with a school buddy who lived across town near where I worked. They trusted me always; so, I had no problem getting away for the weekend with Jake, Tiny and his Biker Buddies. I went to the Sonoma County Fair with them that weekend, riding behind Jake with my long blond hair in a long ponytail that flew in the air as we rode. Mind you, I was not quite 18 yet, running with 35 to 40 year old guys, all clad in leather on their Harley Bikes going for an entire weekend to this County Fair. Weeks before Jake and Tony had taken me to a tattoo shop and had my ears pierced and a little red heart tattooed on my right ass cheek, a little butterfly tattooed on the other. Jake had purchased a set of long dangling earrings that had a small cross that dangled from a chain. He wore one in his left ear; I wore the other in my right ear. It was wonderful riding that distance with the smell of fresh air mixed with the smell of leather, motor oil, and Jake next to me. All I had to do was lay my nose against his back as we traveled and inhale his manliness. I loved it right off! They stopped often at taverns along the route they were familiar with drinking and playing grab ass with another young guy I later found out was only 15 they called Dee and me. The more beer they drank along the way at each watering hole, the more they each got sexually turned on to us. They finally, drew straws to see whom we two young she-males were to ride behind the next leg of the trip. Once we were on the open road, the guy I was with would take his dick out and have me play with it until he exploded all over his Harley's gas tank. When we got there, they drank both beer, wine in the taverns, then rode around the area having fun. Dee, the other she-male and I were being groped and pawed constantly by all of them. I was not use to drinking like that, so I was reluctant to drink enough to get drunk and make a fool of myself in public, being only 17. It was hot, dirty, and this was not what I had expected to do all day - neither had Dee expected to spend so much time smoking pot, drinking and being sweaty and feeling hot and dirty.

At a restaurant, they cleverly slipped a couple of uppers into our coffee. It did not take long and Dee and I began to loosen up and enjoy things. Soon they had us drinking more beer, eating brownies laced with pot, and having a wonderful time with them. I ate more than enough brownies that I was not only high from the uppers, but also stoned. The guys were leading me around the fairgrounds stoned out of my mind. The stuff kept me horny and with a big stiff groping the guys when ever they were near me. Dee was about in the same shape. He was as fucked up as I was. They all had their fun playing tricks and getting us to do crazy things, seeing we were totally out of it. Once they all learned of the zipper in my leather pants, they had their fun exposing my buns and running their sweaty fingers up the crack of my ass playing finger fuck with my rosebud. They got me so hot; I would suck one off as the other screw me in a quite spot in the Fairgrounds while a third guy kept guard. Dee wore a leather/ suede skirt with nothing on underneath and they were doing the same thing to him as well. They kept us both stoned and drinking all afternoon and night Friday. I was having a ball, feeling great, and they all treated me extra special, touching, putting their arms around me, fondling and treating me like a princess. Sweaty fingers were constantly running up into my rosebud by one of them. They kept me breathless with their antics. I went from one to the other rubbing up against them until they would put a finger in me and work it around. If I could get him hot enough, I would be ushered into a bathroom and fucked. I turned into a first class slut. The more I got, the more I wanted. They all loved my long blond hair and loosened the ponytail so my hair would blow in the wind. I loved their scents and would bury my nose in them whenever I could without getting pushed away. They rubbed their noses and fingers through my hair in the bars telling me how pretty I was as they rubbed their crotches against my ass cheeks getting hard and excited.

They made sure I stayed high and stoned. I loved the attention, so did Dee. We were in she- male heaven. The guys had already started to smell very manly in the heat of the day. The combination of leather and their smell intoxicated us. It didn't take them long to realize we liked their smell of leather and slick sweat covered bodies. As each guy turned on to us, he would usher us into the man's toilet or out behind the bar, feed their dicks to us. If I could get a guy hot enough, I would pull up my zipper far enough to give him access to my honey pot, insert his meat and ride the bull home. The same was happening to Dee; Red Headed Dee's skirt was up over his waist quite often. I swear that Dee was only 15 years old, but he loved to fuck as much as I did, possibly more. The guys all thought he was 18 too. Legal age in the state of California was 18. Dee and I were having the time of our life servicing the guys.

By evening, they set up camp; each rolled out their sleeping bag, as we all, of course, were to sleep under the stars. We sat around drinking and smoking pot for hours telling stories, singing and watching the stars. Jake ordered me around as usual, waiting on them, scurrying for beer, what ever they wanted. Dee's guy did the same with him. Every time we would bring one of them something, our reward was always the same. The guy would grab us, pull us to him, put our hand on his crotch, embrace us, and give us a long wet kiss. Hey, I ate up the attention. Soon, they told us they had a special game they wanted to play with us. They called it "Spin the Bottle!" It wasn't exactly the same game I played as a child. They all gathered around, spun the bottle all right, but the guy it pointed to excitedly jumped to his feet, grabbed me, lit a joint and forced me to toke it down with him. Then he started kissing and fondling me. The others gathered around and removed my clothing, fondling me as much as they could until I was nude, excited and loving the attention. They all took their cocks out and rubbed them all over me. He then led me off into the dark to his sleeping bag and had his way with me until I heard a bell ring. He led me out of the dark, back to the group again. The bottle spun again and another guy jumped to his feet, lit another joint and forced me to toke it down with him, fondling and kissing. Again, the others gathered around, fondled and rubbed their cock against me until I was crazy stoned. He too led me off into the dark to his nest until the bell rang again. This went on for hours, each having their way with me. They were doing the same thing with Dee. They kept us stoned, pored booze into us, and paraded us around until the wee hours of the morning. When I did wake up, the sun was shining. I was still nude, cuddled up with Jake in his sleeping bag. Later that morning, Dee and I were up trying to clean ourselves up, in a stream that ran by where we camped. I looked at Dee and he had bites and hickeys all over him. I soon realized I had bites and hickeys all over me too. My ass was full of cum and it dripped from me. I had no idea how many times they passed us back and forth between the six guys that night. I obviously had been most accommodating all night, loving it, having the time of my life. However, my pussy was on fire, actually throbbing with excitement yet. Dee said his was too, so we looked forward to what they would do with us Saturday and Sunday. We joked about it, laughed and prepared ourselves for another two days of getting all we could.

I got so much dick that first outing; I became addicted to their wild parties and wild sex. It was usually a group of five to eight guys regularly on the weekend runs to county fairs through the Mother Lode Country, even down the coastline. A few of them brought their girls, but usually it was Dee, another young cutie they called Tye and me. All weekend long, the three of us serviced all the guys and loved every minute of it. Soon, I was sneaking off with them whenever I could, lying to my parents, just to be partying with them. I loved it! I had never eaten brownies laced with pot, or taken uppers before in my life. I especially loved getting high and stoned with the guys! It made me loose all my inhibitions so I was only interested in having fun and sex. The "Sleeping Bag Shuffle," as I called it, was the highlight of each evening. During the day, I just followed them around, riding with one or the other of them, holding on tight and playing with their baskets. I had more sex at my disposal than Carter has little liver pills. One of the guys named Drake had brought coke with him and tried to get me to get high with him. I knew better, knowing it was dangerously addictive and expensive to boot.

Saturday night, when Drake had his turn with me in his sleeping bag, he put some coke on his dick head before he screwed me. As he was screwing me he told me what he had done, letting me know when it penetrated the membrane of my hot pussy I would go crazy and love it. I was very upset with him and tried to get away from him, but he held me to him with his hand covering my mouth until the stuff took hold of me. Sure enough, I turned into a wild woman for him before the bell rang again. It worked quickly. It set off a new and wonderful sensation inside me. I had never felt this good before; it was the best ever! I found myself seeking him out Sunday during the day to do it to me again. I just could not resist going to him for more. I couldn't get enough of this wonderful feeling, and before long, Jake was wondering what I was up to spending so much time with Drake all day. When he found out what Drake had done with me, Jake and Drake got into a verbal pissing contest, then a real physical fight. Drake was older, bigger, stronger, and soon Jake backed off. Drake had me exclusively for the rest of the day and night. I followed Drake around like a puppy dog, constantly begging him to turn me on with the coke again. He was very accommodating, and eventually had me begging him for his special kind of ass pleasure. Drake was also from my hometown; so, the rest of that summer I was running to him constantly. He had me addicted to him and the coke before the summer was over. I knew better, but I just had to have that wonderful feeling rushing through me that only he could deliver. When the summer was over I was in deep do- do, hooked on the stuff and scheduled to go off to college.

Then it was off to college. I was fit-to-be-tied for awhile, obviously going through withdrawals, wanting him and the stuff too. I was nervous, cranky, upset and wanting Drake for over a month before I finally settled back down to normal and could think straight and study. It was very difficult not seeking out coke during that month. Good thing it was so expensive, or I probably would have continued using it. I was smart enough to know that I must not seek out coke again or I would turn out a full time addict, because I loved how it make me feel when administered directly into my bottom. I was going through withdrawals from the coke and didn't even want sex for quite a while. I studied hard and tried to be a good boy and keep myself busy. No one even suspected my she-male history. After months, I did let one guy I just could not resist, screw me once in awhile, but told him to keep it a secret or he would not get it anymore. However, when I came back home on holidays and in the summers on vacation, I just could not resist my first love, Louie. I found myself running next door to be with him almost immediately. Damn he was still HOT, even yet, then in his early fifties, and as good looking as ever, even with the graying hair. I inquired around about Jake and found that he had moved, but no one seemed to know where he now worked or lived. I really was hoping to run into him and the guys. I went to a few of the nearby County Fairs thinking I would run into them and finally I did. They had not changed much, and kept me entertained for the weekend again. My how they knew how to turn me on to them. I found out the addresses and several of all of them before I left for home that weekend. I also found out that three of them lived near me. Jake had moved way up north, miles and miles from me. I visited the three close to me on and off during the summer. I was very careful not to get hooked on coke, and only drank and smoked pot with them.

Soon Stan, one of them was calling me every week wanting me to spend my days off with him. Stan was a black guy, not really handsome, but attractive. His huge dick made up for his lack of physical beauty. Soon I realized how much better a big dick could satisfy my bottom side. I always found a way to be with him when he called, as he was extra special, he and I really fit well together. He knew just how to push all my buttons, even better than Jake, Tiny, Drake or any of the other guys were able to do. That summer vacation was heavenly. I became Stan's exclusively, all summer that year. In fact, when the summer vacation was over and I went back to college, Stan quite his job and followed me. He found another job quickly, as he worked in commercial building construction. We lived together off campus for the two years before I graduated. I was happy as a lark living with him too. He kept me off the streets, out of the bars and fucked me silly. He was one HOT DUDE!

I only went home for special holidays, and once or twice during summer vacations during those two years before my graduation. Stan worked, insisting I not work during the summer for those two years. He said, "No woman of mine is going to work, and that's final!" He made me into a real wife in those two years. I learned to cook, clean house, shop, and managed his finances, paid his bills for him from a joint checking account, and stayed young, soft and beautiful for him. He loved my light blue eyes and long blond hair. Every time I wanted to have my hair cut, as it was a never ending job to keep it looking good, he would look at me and say, "Not on your life girl, don't you dare!" He bonded with me and even bought a wedding band for both himself and me to wear soon after I moved in with him. He said it would keep the vultures from hitting on me! He had one of those long tongues that would reach to the tip of his nose. He could roll it into a tight cylinder shape. He loved to work that baby up into my bottom and eat me, especially after he dropped a load of his juice up into me. He could make me cum sucking on my ass with that baby. He was one of the few real men that would actually blow me once in awhile just to show me how much he loved me. He would never swallow my juices, always passed them back to me with a kiss, but at least he would do it. He would always say, "That's how much I love you Donny!"

After I graduated from College, I became a draftee into the US Army. Stan was devastated, so was I, during the six months of basic training. I was upset, lonely and really needing and longing for him. I called him every night when it was possible, and we would have telephone sex together. It obviously wasn't enough for either of us! One evening, I saw a couple of tall good looking, black Men nude in the Showers. Was I ever impressed what they had hanging between their legs. I could not believe the size of them. They were even bigger than Stan was; whom I thought was huge. Well, I just could not control the feelings that rushed through me when I looked at them nude soaping up their beautiful black bodies under a steaming showerhead. I loved Stan, and these black guys really reminded me of him, making me horny. They seemed like Perfect Ebony Statues, much better looking than Stan. Just looking at those Black Ebony's did me in. The next thing I knew I was timing my showers so I would be nude in the showers awaiting their arrival every night. After dropping the soap a few times and pointing my ass at them as I bent over, striking up a conversation with them, they obviously could tell I was interested in more than taking a shower. I did everything short of throwing myself at them. I would get excited with a semi, even make goo-goo eyes and stare directly at their meat. They played games with me for awhile, playing with themselves, while they showered until they were semi-hard too. They would watch me squirm and fluster night after night. I was really getting frustrated and ready to quite my boldness and forget the whole game shit.

Days later, they finally made an assertive move on me. One of them played with himself openly and got rock hard as he showered. He smiled at me as I watched. Finally he just joined me with his bar of soap and started rubbing his hands and the soap all over me. I just melted on the spot under the flow of hot water and let him soap me up and rub himself up and down in the crack of my ass. I got so excited! Without any resistance, I opened right up for him. He fucked me right there in the shower as his buddy kept lookout! Then they traded spots, and the buddy took his turn with me. It became a regular thing every evening. About that same time, Stan informed me that he couldn't go without sex and had another she-male he was pumping. Before long, she had moved in with him full time. He said he still loved me, but at least for now, I best not call him collect anymore, as he didn't want to make his new girl upset. This news came at just the right time for me to bond well with the guys in the shower each night.

They knew eventually we were going to be caught doing our thing in the showers, and they both wanted to be working me over together. One evening they talked me into joining them in the two-man room they shared and locked me in there with them for a few hours. The few hours turned into all night. They turned me "Every way but loose that night!" It didn't take much convincing and I moved in with them. The rest was history. They both fucked me every night for awhile until they could see I had bonded with them to a point where they had me totally submissive and genuinely in love with them. Then they started getting kinky with me. I didn't really want to get back into that scene with them or anyone, even knowing I had liked it in the past with the motorcycle crowd. I moved back into the barracks the next morning. I thought they would realize I didn't want their kink and come back to me promising not to do it any more. Well it worked for awhile. They got none, and I got none! They finally came to me with the promise that there would be no kink. I still wasn't convinced! I finally rejoined them again, fell right back into their web, when they showered me again with their gifts and presents. They said they wanted me back with them and just would not take NO for my final answer for their attention. They told me they loved my blond hair, hazel eyes and soft white hairless skin. Sure enough, missing their attention too, I moved back in with them both. After I got use to their size and their wonderful lovemaking, which was intense, but not kinky anymore, I couldn't get enough of them. They turned me into a crazy woman, loving them both working me over at the same time. They were clever, and slowly worked light kink back into their lovemaking. I resisted again and moved back into the barracks. This time they not only showered me with gifts, but they teamed up and would corner me in the hallway at night and force me into their room with them. They would stuff a sock in my mouth and have their way with me, continuing to lure and entice me with their gifts and presents. There was no way of getting away from them. Every night I found myself caught and dragged off to their room, treated to what they wanted, this included kink. They continued to shower me with gifts, thinking that made it OK, I guess! I became their sex slave this time, without any choice. In time naturally, they had me accepting their kink. Eventually I found myself liking and wanting more as before when I was running with the motorcycle rough trade guys! They kept it up until I became submissive! They eventually had me wanting more and more of their kink, as they turned me on to it little by little. In time, I was hooked, totally submissive for them. I can't think of anything they didn't try on me. They soon had me liking it, wanting it. Damn they could turn me on with their kinky games! They actually would pinch and bite on me making me scream with pain at first. They would not stop, but continue until the endorphins in the pain receptors of my brain would kick in and the sheer pain would turn to sheer pleasure. Then I was where they wanted me; totally submissive and letting them try anything they wanted. They had me trained well in time. They got me to do more and more with them by refusing to give me any dick until they played there kinky games with my body. I would do anything for them, as long as they would reward me with what I wanted in the end -- some Black Dick in me. I turned into a total sex slave for them. I soon loved pain, knowing it would soon turn to sheer ecstasy and cause me to have internal organisms, one after the other. Then when they would give me some dick, I soon became totally addicted to having their Huge Ebony's bringing me to one internal organism after the other. Eventually, I would have the huge external explosion and I would send cream flying everywhere. Those huge dicks could make me cum three or four times in succession before I would collapse, unable to stand sometimes after screwed so severely. Sometimes I could barely walk the next day. My legs would go to sleep and they would have to massage them before I could even crawl out of bed on to my feet every morning. They turned me into their private slut, showing me off to all their black buddies.

After my eighteen months in the US Army, a truly unforgettable experience with Black Men, my taste in men had changed drastically. I became exclusively a chocolate lover for quite a spell, until I realized most of them used me rather than loved me. I found that the sex was great, but the living with them proved to be impossible. My next episode will take you to San Francisco where I moved right after discharged from the Service.

Next: Chapter 3


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