I came out of my daze as Paul pulled into a driveway of a house. He told me to get out and follow him. My dick was pointing the way for me. He squeezed it again; I moaned and he laughed.
At the front door, he rang the bell and I cringed. This wasn't his house?
The door opened and I could see a crowd of young people in the house. Paul pushed me in and said, "The entertainment is here!" Oh fuck! I thought I was going to have a heart attack!
I rushed to cover my boner with my hands, but many of the people had already seen it. Then Paul said, "Don't cover yourself!"
My heart was racing as I removed my hands from my crotch. The shouts, jeers and pointing increased. I felt his hand in the small of my back and he pushed me through the crowd. Girls were laughing behind their hands and pointing. When I walked by people, I felt hands all over my body.
I was so on edge; I thought I would shoot at any moment. It all became a blur until we got to the far side of the room. There was a set of stairs leading up to a wooden stage.
Somehow, Paul got everyone's attention and the music and noise died down. "Hello everyone!" he said, in an imitation of the old Hello Vietnam by Robin Williams. There was laughter.
"I have brought along the entertainment I promised. This here is bossman. The pervert that has been watching me change every day." There were hisses and boos from the audience. I stood facing the audience with Paul's hand in the small of my back.
"First thing bossman is going to do for us, is give us a little dance." He leaned into me and whispered, "And you better make it good or you'll be up there all night."
"So, DJ, how about a little bump and grind music?" He turned me around and pushed me up on the stairs to the stage. My feet were now at head height over everyone else. Everyone now had a clear view of me totally naked and hard. I blushed deep red, which garnered another round of jeers and laughter.
I am not a dancer, nor do I know anything about dancing. I was always a spaz at dancing, so I had quit trying after a while. The music started with a heavy drum beat.
I looked at Paul, pleading with my eyes. He only smiled and shook his hips, indicating I should get with it. I tried to sway my hips, and this was met with uproarious laughter. My dick was swaying lewdly in front of me. I blushed again, but realized that was what I had to use.
So as much as I hated doing it, I started gyrating my hips in a roughly circular fucking motion. I circled in and circled out of an imaginary hole. I put my hands first on my ass, as if I was guiding it. Then I switched and put them behind my neck.
I tried to think sexy, but knew I was making myself more of an ass. I just wanted it to get over with, so I could get out of there. That's when I noticed the flashes going off! They were taking pictures of me! Oh fuck! My heart started pounding again. Those couldn't get out to anyone that knew me! I really would be fucked!
After what seemed like an eternity, the music stopped. Paul came over and handed me something. I looked at it. It was a little dick. By little I mean about 5 inches long and about an inch in diameter.
"Here bossman, the women want to see what you look like with this up your ass. So get on your hands and knees and stick it in your ass. I have it all lubed up for you!" There was another big cheer from the crowd.
Could the humiliation get any worse? I took the thing from him. Indeed there was something wet and oily-looking on it.
I closed my eyes as I got down on my hands and knees and, then using one hand to balance myself with, I brought the other one back to bring the thing to my hole.
I was so nervous and upset my hand was shaking, and I couldn't line up with my hole. "Get it in!," came the chant. I squeezed my eyes shut, found the spot and pushed it in quickly.
There was a cheer from the crowd. I thought that was it; I would be released now. I had reached the maximum humiliation; he had to let me go.
"Fuck yourself with it!" came the scream. My eyes flew open and I looked at Paul, again pleading with my eyes.
"Do what the lady asks," he said.
I closed my eyes again and reached back to pull out the thing and then push it back in. Someplace along there something flashed like a bolt of lightening from my hole to my dick, and my cock oozed. I turned my head away from the crowd, so they would not see how embarrassed I was.
I did this several times, then Paul said, "I think you need a bigger one." I opened my eyes to see he had a larger dick in his hand. It was about 6 or 7 inches long, with a more pronounced head, and thicker.
He grinned as I pulled one from my ass and exchanged it with the other. This one was not as easy going in. I felt a real jolt of pain as it breached my hole. I had to hold it there and breathe in and out until the pain passed.
"Fuck yourself!" came the chant, louder this time.
I put my head down on my hand that braced me, and with the other began to work the thing in and out of my ass. This time the shock was greater when it hit that spot in my ass and I moaned. I bit my lip then to keep from doing that again. As it was, those close to the stage heard it and laughed, "He likes it!"
"Here let me do that!" and I heard steps on the stairs. A woman took the thing from me and shoved it in all the way. I gasped, to the laughter of the crowd.
She did that several more times. I was now being fucked by a woman in front of all these people! My life was over. Someplace along the line, Paul must have handed her a bigger one, because after one withdrawal, the next was again painful, and made me cry out as she pushed it all the way in.
"Please!" I said through clenched teeth. "Hold still a moment!"
She laughed an evil laugh and didn't wait at all. She pulled it all the way out and pushed it in with great force. My eyes were squeezed tightly closed and I knew that I had softened up with the pain.
But as she continued to work on my ass and I got used to it, the large head kept rubbing that spot and it began to drive me crazy. I bit my lip to keep from begging for more.
I looked back between my legs and I saw that I was dripping profusely now, and knew that soon I would be blasting all over the place.
"Okay, that's enough," Paul said, and I felt both relief and deprived. I was so close to cumming, I wanted to cum. I needed to cum! I groaned as it was removed.
Paul must have heard me because he said, "I guess he likes it. Leave it in." The woman pushed it in hard.
"Now, stand up bossman and show these fine people how much you enjoyed that!" I didn't know what he meant.
It took a bit to get to my feet, and I staggered a little as I felt that shaft in my ass; so strange, yet so filling, so alive, so I don't know, but my mind was fucking blown.
I stood up and tried to keep my balance. I tried to focus on Paul. He was smiling and said, "Jerk off for them!"
I wanted to cum! I took my dick in hand and began stroking. I heard shouts again, and laughter and "bloody wanker!" from some Brit in the crowd. "Go for it!" and "Pound that meat!"
It all came rushing up then and overwhelmed me. I tensed all over and began to shoot and shoot and shoot! There was applause and laughter and hissing and more. I couldn't hear it all - my blood was pounding in my ears as I gripped my shaft tightly and fisted it, getting out every drop!
I dropped to my knees then, exhausted. Paul walked over and stuck his fingers in my mouth. I sucked them and realized that it must be my spunk on them, and thought for a moment I would vomit right there.
But I heard him saying, "Okay, that's the show." He was up on the stage and helping me down. I leaned on him as he led me away from the stage. I was sweating, but I still felt hands running all over my body as we worked through the crowd. I found it difficult to walk with the thing in my ass, but gripped it tightly. I didn't want it dropping out as I walked.
He led me into a dark bedroom. "You've done well, so far, bossman." It took a bit for the `so far' to register on my mind.
It was so dark in the room, I couldn't make out anything. I felt him lead me to a bed and push me back on it. "Take that thing out," he said. I reached down and got it out. Then I held it up and it was taken away from me.
"Now, something you have been wanting." I felt, rather than saw, a dick brush against my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth and began to work on the head of the cock. My first cock ever! It grew rapidly, and I enjoyed the tastes and smells.
After a while, working on the dick and beginning to lick up and down the shaft, I heard, "You are right; he is a good cocksucker." It wasn't Paul's voice! It was someone else! Fuck!
I heard laughter, and then, "Yeah, I thought he would be, and he was so eager!" The guy whose dick I was sucking grabbed my hair then, and began to fuck my face, harder and deeper. At times I would gag on his cock, and he would laugh.
Then he pushed my head back until it was on the bed and he began to fuck my face in earnest. "Have a good time, bossman! I'll be back." I heard the door open and saw light then. He had left the door open! Anyone walking by would be able to see what I was doing!
Soon the guy was blasting hot spunk down my throat and I was getting my first taste of cum. Well, I guess my second, because Paul had put some of mine in my mouth. I fought to swallow it all. Somehow I knew I would be punished if I let any leak out.
He pulled on his dick and wiped it across my face. He laughed and said, "Nice cocksucker!"
I felt him moving off of the bed and heard him say, "He's all yours! I felt motion on the bed, and my legs were lifted up, and then I was rolled onto my stomach. The knob of a dickhead was pressed against my hole and, without any warning; it was forced inside and down to the hilt. I gasped.
I felt and heard breathing next to my ear. "I always wanted to see what it would be like to fuck a guy!" and he began to ride my ass. Before he finished, he had me get up on all fours and he began to hump me like a rabbit. I was gasping when I felt a dick pushed into my mouth.
"Go for it cocksucker," a voice said. I tasted my second cock and tried to work on it as well, but soon it was forcing its way down my throat, and I was gagging again; my nose was buried in his wiry pubic hair.
I heard laughter and saw a flash of light! Fuck! They were taking pictures! And my greatest shame seem to be if I thought it was women seeing me treated this way. I knew I was hard. It was going to look like I was enjoying this.
I felt tears roll down my face as I realized that I was enjoying it in some ways. I couldn't recall when I had last cum so powerfully as I had on the stage, and here I was rock hard again!
I became lost in a fog of lust, sex and humiliation. I don't know how many men came in and used my mouth or my ass or both. Nor did I know how many pictures had been taken of me servicing all these men.
I think I came at least once from the friction in my ass. All I know is that I was on my hands and knees sometimes, sometimes with my knees on the floor and my stomach on the bed, or sometimes on my back, but it seemed both ends were constantly full.
I don't know if I passed out, or just fell asleep from exhaustion, but when I woke up it was completely dark in the room and someone was poking me. I groggily sat up and opened my mouth.
I came out of my stupor when I heard, "You are a cocksucking slut, aren't you, bossman?" It was Paul!
"So bossman, did you have a good time?" he asked, putting his fingers in my mouth and pulling my face up.
All I managed was an "erg," with his fingers in my mouth.
He released my jaw and I managed, "Yes, I mean, No. Paul, I don't know what to say. I have never done anything like this before," almost crying as I said it.
"What? You have never ogled a man while he changed clothes? Or never been naked in front of a bunch of people? Or never had a hard-on in front of a bunch of people? Or sucked cock in front a bunch of people? Or fucked yourself with a dildo? Or been fucked while other people watched? Or had pictures taken of you doing all of those things?" he seemed to sneer as he said it.
I hung my head in shame and shook it. "No, never, nothing but watched you changed clothes. Honestly, Paul," and I looked up at him. "I had never really thought too much about guys, but seeing you just did something in my brain." I swallowed and went on. "I am so sorry Paul. I wish I could take it all back. But you," and I paused and looked at him in the eyes, "are a really handsome guy and I just couldn't get enough of you."
He stood there looking at me from eye to eye. I saw his eyes moving back and forth, looking into my eyes.
Finally, he bent down and put his arms around me. He squeezed me tightly in a hug and then, pushing me away to look into my face, said, "Hey, Dean, is it? I am sorry. I really thought you were some peeping tom pervert. And I just had to get back at you. And when I mentioned you to a bunch of my surfer friends, they thought of the way to get back at you."
I started sobbing then. I was mortified, ashamed, and grateful that he was finally getting the picture straight, and he was thinking about all I had been through.
He helped me to stand up and said, "Let's get you cleaned up and then you can get some rest." I heard sincerity in his voice. I could barely stand and leaned on him as he led me down the hall to another bedroom. He led me into the bathroom and had me sit on the toilet.
He got a shower going and adjusted the temperature until he thought it was correct. I watched as he put his hand in to check the temperature and then adjust the controls. Finally, I guess he had it right. He looked at me and pulled off his shirt. I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed himself to me.
This time I wasn't just a spectator on the side lines; this was a front row seat. Ever since I had become caught up in him, this is what I had been wishing for. After he pulled off his shirt, he sniffed his pits, wrinkled his nose, and then laughed.
He undid his pants, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. He stood, smiling, in his boxers, watching my face focus on his crotch. He shook his groin back and forth, making his dick move under the fabric. My eyes followed it back and forth.
He laughed lightly, put his thumbs in the waist of his boxers, and pushed them to the floor. Then he stepped out of them as he stood up. He kicked his pants and boxers out of the way, and put his hands on his hips, and just let me stare.
He smiled again, reached down to my arm pits, and lifted me, and I stood up. He looked me in the eyes again and said, "I'll ask you this time, instead of making you. Do you want to smell my pits?"
I was dazed and looked at him with glazed eyes. I was standing next to him, and he was naked! I was hard, and the smell of him was driving me crazy. I could only nod.
He smiled again and lifted his right arm. He took my head and pushed it into his pit. I closed my eyes and got lost in the mixture of smells. It was so heady! The stink of sweat, mixed with some unmistakable musky, spicy smell, and a tang of ocean.
I don't know why, but I stuck out my tongue and lapped the hairs and skin there. With my tongue back in my mouth, I savored his taste. Wow! It tasted so wonderful. I mean, he tasted so wonderful. I closed my eyes and swirled my tongue around my mouth.
He chuckled softly, no maliciously, and said, "Come here." He took me by the chin again and planted a kiss on my lips, but then his tongue invaded my mouth on a quest. Wow! Light bulbs were going off in my brain and fireworks behind my eye balls. Fuck! I had never experienced anything like this.
He laughed softly again as he pulled away. I was unsteady on my feet. He held me up and said, "I think we need to get you cleaned up and get you some rest before you pass out on your feet!"
I followed his directions until we were both in the shower. The water felt amazing and really seemed to revive me. I looked down as the water cascaded down his body. His back was against the shower and I was getting the left over spray on me.
He smiled broadly again and I saw those dimple traces that I had seen back at my car. They made him seem more innocent and, the way his eyes twinkled when he looked at me, made my heart swell.
He handed me the soap and said, "Guess you get to wash me head to toe," he paused, reached down, and waggled his cock, "and no funny business!"
He turned his back to me and I began soaping him from the shoulders down. It blew my mind to be touching this man, my dream guy, and one I had fantasized about for a couple of weeks now.
His shoulders were broad and well muscled and tapered to a thinner waist; the perfect swimmer's build. Each muscle was well defined in his back, and his butt was firm, and the cheeks concave as he moved and flexed them.
I washed his butt and then down each leg. When I reached the toes, he turned around to face me, "Start at the top again," he instructed.
I looked into his eyes and he was once again gazing back and forth between my eyes. I washed his neck and then down to his arm pits. I remembered the smell and tastes there, and closed my eyes again.
I washed then across the broad chest, and noticed how his nipples were strong and firm, but his areoles were small, barely bigger than a nickel. He had no noticeable chest hair, and just a bit of trail of hair from his navel down to his thick crotch hair.
And, wow, that beautiful cock! I had now seen many cocks close up, and tasted several. He had no foreskin, and his cock hung a good four inches over extra large egg-sized nuts. The water ran in rivulets over his cock and balls, and I was mesmerized again. I applied soap, and fondled the object of many dreams for me.
"Don't spend too much time there, or something might come up," he said with laughter in his voice. I wondered how many other people had washed Paul and had any of them ever been a man?
I moved down and washed his well defined thighs and calves. The dusting of hair was now a pattern of water drenched hair, leading down to his feet.
Even his feet intrigued me. I liked the hair on the top of his foot and on the top of his toes. He laughed when I spent time washing his toes.
He pulled me up and took the soap and washcloth, and went to work on my back. I shivered at his touch. It had been a long time since someone had touched my naked flesh, and it was never a man. He was gentle but swift in his ministrations, although he did pry my ass cheeks apart and clean my crack and hole area well.
He finished up the back side and spun me around. He laughed again at my state of erection. "Does that thing ever go down?" he asked playfully, but I still blushed.
He washed me from top to bottom and rinsed me well. He turned off the shower, stepped out, and tossed me a towel. He also took one and began to dry himself. I took mine then and did the same.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him however, and spent more time watching him dry himself, so that, when he was finished, I still had more to dry. He laughed and shook his head.
He took out a toothbrush from a drawer and said, "It's new and you probably want to brush your teeth, and gargle." And while he didn't say why I might need to do this, the answer was obvious. I had no clue how many dicks had been in my mouth, nor how much cum I had been fed.
I blushed at that realization, and then leaned over and finished drying my legs. I wrapped the towel around me as he had done, and walked over to the sink. It was duel sinks, so I stood and, while brushing my teeth, watched him in the mirror. He was still captivating to me.
He smiled through a foaming mouth when he looked in the mirror and saw that I was staring at him. He shook his head as he spit out the toothpaste. He cupped his hand and scooped up some water to rinse his mouth, swirling it around and then spitting it out. Then he grabbed the mouthwash, spun off the top, and took a swig. He stood there looking at me in the mirror, and he swished it around his mouth.
I had spit out my toothpaste, rinsed my mouth, and taken a swig myself. I watched him as he swished while he watched me. It was too funny; I ended up spitting mine out and choking. He patted me on the back, and then spit out his.
"Come on, I think you could use some rest," he said, with his hand in the small of my back guiding me back into the bedroom. There was a queen sized bed in the room, all neat and tidy with a thick comforter on it. I looked at him and he said, "Which side do you normally sleep on?"
I was too startled by the implication. Did this mean he would be sleeping with me? "I, ah, it doesn't matter, I mean, I, ah, am used to sleeping alone," I said sheepishly.
He smiled, and his trace of dimples flared. "Okay, guess you get the right side then." He dropped his towel and walked to the left side, pulled back the comforter, and started to climb in.
"Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?" He smiled and patted the right side of the bed as he got under the covers. I shook my head to clear it, shucked my towel, and felt self conscious about my boner. I quickly moved to get under the covers.
He chuckled at my antics. I lay there stiff as a board (pun intended) and nervous as all hell. I had no idea what to do with a man in bed. Yes, I had sucked guys and been fucked, but I didn't know how to `make out' with a guy.
"Hey, relax," he said, and rolled over on his side facing me. "Roll over on your side with your back to me." Did that mean he was going to fuck me?
I did what he said, and then felt him move. I tightened my ass and he moved closer. But he scooted up behind me without a hard-on poking me in the hole, wrapped one arm around me, and pulled me closer. He was spooning with me!
"Well, boss., I mean Dean, you are really kind of cute, and I usually don't have people in my bed." People? Did he mean men or women? Or both? And he wasn't calling me bossman?
His warmth was amazing; it radiated from him. I was trying to think if I had slept with the few girls I had had sex with, and I didn't think so. So this was the first time in my adult life that I had ever slept with anyone.
His arm was wrapped around my side and to my stomach. He snuggled in, and I felt his breathing on my neck. Then I realized I should respond to his comment.
"Well, Paul, I, ah, haven't, I mean, that is," He reached up and put his hand over my mouth.
"Shhhhh, it's okay. Just relax. You have had a long day and probably a unique day. And I have to say that you have really made me change my assessment of you. And I am not sure what to make of it," he said.
"So why don't you take a deep breath," he waited until I did, "and let it out slowly. Just relax, get some rest, and we can discuss this in the morning." He adjusted his position so that more of his body was in contact with mine. I had let out my breath, but was now not breathing, for fear of moving.
He tapped my side with his elbow and said, "Breathe!" in a whisper. I heard the smile in that. I breathed, and then continued to breathe as I listened to his breathing.
I was in bed with a man! And I was sleeping with this idol, this god, this surfer that I had been having fantasies about for the last week or so. I couldn't go to sleep, even as tired as I was. I lay there and listened to his breathing as it settled to a calm rhythm, and then just a soft snore.
I smiled, and wondered if today had all been a dream? Sometime, hours later it seemed, I drifted off to sleep listening to Paul's sounds of sleep.
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