The Chronicles of a Dirty Boywhore

Author's Note: My character's a high school student, but he's definitely eighteen.

It happened suddenly, during my final year of school. I woke up one morning, and I was a slut. I can't explain it. I felt different, thought I even looked a bit different. I saw everyone around me in a different light. Women looked even better and more desirable to me, and men looked good, which was something new. I'd always had a thing about cock, but now I also felt attracted to men in general. I don't know why this seemed to happen so suddenly, but it did. Suddenly I wanted to know how women felt to have a man touch them, and kiss them, and feel their weight as they pin them to the bed and stick their big cock inside them. The thought makes me shudder all over.

It didn't take long until the opportunity to act on my new urges presented itself.

I never liked PE much. I suppose because I don't like sports. Being small and slim doesn't help. The guys in my PE class made fun of me and said I was 'petite', like a girl. I didn't mind that so much. I kind of liked the idea, in fact. I often had fantasies about being a girl.

The teachers were ok though. Mr. Wade and Mr. House were a couple of big, burly, good natured guys in their late forties. They taught PE together, and in fact, seemed to do everything together. One Friday afternoon, soon after my "awakening", PE had finally ended. After spending an endless forty five minutes running up and down the soccer field the other boys and I filed back to the locker room, sweaty and exhausted. I stopped to take a drink from a drinking fountain. Mr. Wade approached me carrying the big bag they kept the balls in, and asked me to take it to the equipment shed. I shrugged, took the bag and wandered over to the nearby shed, which wasn't so much a shed as a small building that also housed the PE teacher's office. I went inside, threw the bag in the corner and it was then I noticed a magazine laying open on a table at the back of the shed. A glimpse of naked flesh grabbed my attention and peaked my interest. I made my way over the piles of PE gear to the table and bent down to look at the mag. It was a hardcore gay fuck mag. As I looked at it, I suddenly began feeling hot and my face felt flushed. I flipped through the pages, my eyes bulging at the pictures of hot, hard cocks and guys sucking and fucking.

After a minute or two I heard someone quietly enter the shed behind me. I knew it must be either Wade or House and that this must be their magazine. I was about to turn around when I realised whoever it was, was trying to be quiet, so as not to disturb me. They were standing there, quietly observing me looking at this mag. I suddenly felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. I flipped a page, pretending to look interested. Well, I didn't really have to pretend. I wondered if they'd done this on purpose. Had they got me in here and left this mag for me to find? Maybe they were hoping I'd take my cock out and they could watch me jack off. Dirty old bastards, I thought, amused. But if that was the case, why a gay mag? Most guys would be more likely to look at a girlie mag (I was assuming I wasn't the only boy they had in mind for this). Unless they specifically wanted someone gay, or at least bi-curious. And if that was the case, they planned to do more than just watch. I gasped as the realisation hit me... my PE teachers were hoping to fuck me. I smiled, and felt another wave of excitement. It was a buzz to think of someone watching me, and lusting after me. I decided to give them a show.

I leant forward on the table and stuck my ass out. I gently swayed from side to side as I pretended to study the pictures. After a few seconds I reached around and put one hand on my ass, and gently rubbed it. I thought I heard a slight gasp from over by the door. Encouraged, I let my hand slip down to my thigh and slowly rub up and down the smooth flesh. Then with my heart thumping madly in my chest I reached down to my crotch and started rubbing my rapidly hardening cock through my shorts. I definitely heard a gasp then, and a soft moan. I realised both Wade and House must be there, watching me. As my excitement continued to mount, I slipped my hand into my shorts and started rubbing my cock, vigorously. I moaned, and humped my hips in time with my rubbing. I wondered when Wade and House would make their move and if they were planning to do anything other than watch, but then I heard them moving across the floor. I felt their hands on me. I don't know who's hands belonged to who, but suddenly, and gloriously four hands, large and strong and rough were all over me. They were rubbing my ass, slipping up inside my t-shirt and rubbing up and down my smooth body, running up and down my thighs and cupping and rubbing my crotch. I put my head back and groaned.

Both men pressed in on either side of me. Hands all over me. I spread my feet apart and just stood there moaning and sighing, lapping it up. One hand slipped into my shorts and started rubbing my crotch over my jock, then it slipped under the jock to rub and maul my balls and raging cock. They both groped and squeezed my ass, and ground their hips into me, pressing their hard bulges into my thighs.

"I told you he'd be into this," whispered Mr. House, breathlessly.

"Maybe," replied Wade. "Or maybe he'll bolt at the first sight of cock."

"Mmmmm, I doubt that," I purred, and moved my hand to Wade's rock hard bulge and rubbed it slowly.

"Oh Christ, this is gonna be good," he commented excitedly, and pressed his hand over mine and rubbed firmly.

A second later House grabbed my shorts and whipped them down, then pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. I was standing there in my jock, and shoes and socks and nothing else. Both men ogled me. Then Wade pulled down his sweat pants and released his prick, which sprang up into my hand. I stared at it. My first cock. It was different than mine. While mine was smooth and fairly thin, streamlined even, Mr. Wade's was gnarled and thick. The head throbbed purple and the tip glistened where precum had smeared over it. I tightened my grip on the shaft and Wade moaned and started humping his hips gently. I stared, transfixed at the monster until House put his hand on the top of my head and pushed me to my knees.

"Don't just stand there admiring it, suck it. Stick it in your fucking mouth and suck it," he commanded.

I turned my head to face it. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue intending to gently lick, and taste it. Wade didn't wait, however and shoved himself forward, forcing his cock hard into my mouth. Instinct took over. My hot mouth closed over the head and I began to suck. I felt the head swell inside my mouth, feeling so incredibly hot, and Wade shoved forward again pressing his cock head against the back of my throat. I felt no discomfort or any urge to gag. I simply closed my lips around the shaft and sucked it as if I was sucking milk shake through a straw.

"Oh fuck," groaned Wade and began to slowly pump his hips. "He's a pro."

"He's a little fucking slut is what he is," chuckled House.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of the cock head sliding back and forth in my mouth. All the way to the back of my throat then almost all the way out, then back in again. My lips felt every bump and wrinkle as the shaft slipped between them, lubricated by my spit which was welling up in my mouth. My cheeks were collapsed inward with the suction, and there was a constant, and incredibly sexy sucking, slurping sound as the cock slipped in out, in and out.

I decided I liked sucking cock. It might be my favourite thing in the world. I smiled at the thought that if I wasn't a slut now, I was damn well going to be because I intended to do a lot more of this.

"Oh yeah I think he likes it," said Wade, his friendly, bearded face smiling down at me. He stroked my hair for a few seconds, and I knew that, although they could get very, very nasty with me, it wasn't real. And if I chose to leave, at any point, I'd have no problem from them at all.

But I didn't plan on leaving.

I slipped Wade's cock out of my mouth and panted, sucking in air. At the same time I grinned up at him as spit spewed out of my mouth and ran down my chin.

Wade smiled back at me, then grabbed his cock by the base and smeared the spit all around my mouth and over my face. His cock glistened with spit and some trickled down his balls. I closed my eyes as he rubbed his cock all of my face, and slapped it playfully on my mouth and cheeks. Then he put a hand on the back of my head and pushed me forward into his crotch. He raised one leg off the floor and ground his hips, wiping his large, hairy scrotum all over my face. I fucking loved it.

"Ohhh yeah. Ohhhhhh yeah, your balls," I moaned.

My nostrils were filled with a sexy, musty odour and I slipped my tongue out to lick and taste the heavy, hairy sack as Wade smeared it all over my face. I longed to take one of the balls in my mouth but he just bucked his hips and humped himself on my face. I was content with that until he slipped his cock back into my mouth and I resumed lovingly, but hungrily sucking it.

Mr. House meanwhile had dropped his own sweats and he now shuffled around in front of me so he and Wade were shoulder to shoulder. He proffered a large, cut cock and I eyed it hungrily as I worked Wade's shaft. I decided to get Wade to finish quickly so I could take this second cock. I noisily began to suck and work the shaft as hard as I could. I swirled my tongue around and under the large knob as it slipped in and out. I pushed my head in hard to take in as much of the meat as I could, then pumped my face back and forth, fucking myself on Wade's pole. He groaned and grabbed my head in both hands and started humping himself into me. Fucking me.

"Oh God, oh God this slut sucks a mean cock!" he moaned and then grunted as his orgasm hit. I grabbed his balls and squeezed as cum was suddenly flooding my mouth. I could feel the balls strain in my hand as they pumped wad after delicious wad of cum into me. God, what an incredible sensation! I moaned continuously as my mouth filled. "Mmmmmmmmm," but I didn't stop sucking. I kept working the shaft in and out and cum spewed out between my lips and ran down Wade's cock and over his balls. There was so much cum!

He eventually pulled his cock out of my sucking hole, and I watched it flop out in front of me, covered in cum and spit and trailing a line from it's tip to my mouth. I swallowed what I had in my mouth and, still not satisfied, took his rapidly shrinking cock back in and continued to hungrily suck it.

"Oh fucking Christ, look at him!" moaned House. "He can't get enough!"

Wade actually staggered backward but I clung to him, arms wrapped around his waist as I gobbled his prick. It felt just as good all soft like that as it did hard. Finally Wade pushed my face off him, and I reluctantly let him go. He sat down on the edge of the table, panting.

House chucked. "What was that like?" he asked his friend.

"Like being stuck in a fucking milking machine. I never, never thought I'd have to forcibly pull someone off me like that. That was fucking incredible, you awesome little bitch."

I beamed up at him, basking in the praise and the knowledge that I was the best cock sucker this man had ever known. And it was only my first!

I turned my gaze to my second cock, and Mr. House. He was chubbier than his friend, and hairy all over. His cock though, was long, and nearly as thick as Wade's gnarled monster. It was fully erect and House jacked it slowly as I sized it up. It seemed he was content to let me take my time, so I took a moment to admire it. I reached out to take hold of the shaft, and House let his hand drop away as I took over the gentle stroking. With my other hand I cupped his large ball sack and marvelled at how heavy it felt in my hand. After a moment or two I pursed my lips and touched them to the tip of his cock. Then I applied suction and just let it slide right in. We both moaned as my mouth slid down that gorgeous pole, then slid back again leaving it wet and glistening. I slowly, lovingly sucked away on House's cock for a good five minutes until he began moaning and grinding his hips around and around. I felt his balls tighten and I knew he was going to blow. I picked up the tempo and worked my mouth on him, and he responded by grabbing a fistful of my hair and fucking away at me like my mouth was a pussy. Then, to my surprise he yanked his cock out of my mouth and jacked it in front of my face. I was about to protest when suddenly large, gooey wads of cum were spewing onto my face. I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, and managed to catch most of it. Some, though was squirted onto my cheeks, and as I swallowed what I had in my mouth I used my fingers to wipe it off my face. Then licked them clean. I smiled up at House while I sucked his cum from my fingers, careful to not waste a drop.

Both House and Wade stared down at me. Then they turned and grinned at each other like they couldn't believe their luck. I stood up and reached for my shorts. I was momentarily disappointed that it was over. During the sucking, my ass had begun to feel strangely hot, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to have a cock pushed inside it. But as both men pulled their sweats up and straightened themselves up, I realised it was over for now. So I left, and I could still taste them an hour later.

I could think of nothing all that night and all day Saturday except how good it felt to have those cocks slipping in and out of my mouth. And how good cum tasted and felt as it spewed onto my tongue and on my face. By Saturday night I was climbing the walls. I had to get more cock. I had to! I thought about going over to the school, maybe Wade and House were there now, for some reason. But I realised that was a pretty dumb idea. I thought about going over to one of my friends and trying to seduce them, but I didn't like that idea either. But I just had to have a cock. I lay on my bed, jacking myself off. I looked down at my own cock and longed to take it in my mouth. Frustrated beyond belief I got up and headed out into what turned out to be a night of whoring and total debauchery.

At first I wandered down the street aimlessly, trying to decide what to do. Then, as I reached the corner I came across a familiar old house. For as long as I can remember my parents warned me never to go near Mr. Wilson. A few times, out of curiosity I'd gone near his house and he'd sometimes come out and invite me inside, usually with the promise of an illicit sip of beer. He was oldish then, so I suppose now he'd be in his sixties. As I approached the forbidden, green, shabby bungalow with the overgrown front lawn, I could see the light was on in the kitchen, which faced the front of the house. I stood just outside for a moment until Mr. Wilson appeared, fussing about the kitchen. He was indeed about sixty, tall, thin and severe looking, like a school master from a Dickens novel. After a minute or two he looked up from making his tea or whatever and saw me. At first we just stood there, staring at each other, until finally I smiled, hoping to appear boyish and innocent. I honestly don't know what came over me. He smiled back and immediately disappeared from the window and two seconds later opened the front door. I walked up to him and said hello.

"What do you want, young man?" he said while allowing his eyes to travel up and down my body.

"My car broke down, I wondered if I could come in and use the phone," I used the first plausible excuse that came into my head.

"Of course, please come in," he graciously replied, and stepped aside allowing me to enter. He could scarcely hide his eagerness and he actually licked his lips as he watched me approach the door and step inside.

He closed the door behind me and I took a moment to look around while my heart thumped painfully in my chest. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to let this old pervert touch me? I couldn't believe I was here at all, even considering this. It all seemed like a dream. But all I could think about were cocks. My own, and how it throbbed... oh how it throbbed, and the two I'd sucked yesterday and how much I adored it.

"The phone's just down there in the hallway," said Mr. Wilson. He was wearing a dressing gown and slippers. He peered at me with beady eyes from behind wire rimmed glasses.

As I made my way down the hall to the phone, which sat on a little table, I began to wonder what exactly I should do to... instigate events. I had no experience at seducing men, and unless he had a gay porn mag laying open by the phone I wouldn't know what to do.

Uncertainly, I picked up the phone.

"Perhaps you'd join me in a glass of wine while you wait for the tow, or whomever it is you're calling," he said in a tight, slightly European sounding voice.

I didn't like wine but I said yes please, and he shuffled off toward the kitchen.

As I looked around, wondering what to do, I noticed a small bathroom just across the hall. I put down the phone and called out, "Would it be okay to use the toilet?!"

From down the hall Wilson replied to go ahead. So I stepped inside and turned on the light but left the door open. I hoped that would be enough to get the old goat's ardour up. As I began pissing I heard Wilson shuffling back down the hall and I glanced over my shoulder to see him peering in. He turned and put the two wine glasses down on the little table. I looked straight ahead and was just shaking off the drops when I felt hot breath on my neck and a surprisingly strong and very eager hand snake around my waist and grab my already hard cock. His boldness was surprising and exhilarating. He started jacking me. He panted heavily in my ear. I let out a loud, "Ohhhh!" as his hand worked my shaft and I heard him giggle under his breath. His mouth was an inch from my ear. His breath smelt like mint. The thought that I was letting a dirty old man fondle me was screaming in my head but it was actually adding to my arousal. It was just so... dirty. So naughty. Sickening actually. And I was loving it.

"Ohhhh yeah," I moaned. "Ohhhh yeah." I put my head back and began to breath heavily. My heart felt like a jackhammer in my chest.

"Oh you like that do you?" Wilson panted into my ear. "You're a little whore aren't you?" his voice came in a harsh, half whisper. "You're a dirty boy. What would mummy think if she could see you now, you dirty, filthy boy!"

With that, Mr. Wilson began mercilessly pounding my cock. He reached his other hand around me and grabbed my balls. He squeezed hard, and although it was painful, the sensation was incredible. He stood behind me and pressed his body up against me, then started humping himself on me while jacking and squeezing me. I spread my feet wide apart to give him better access. He humped against me so hard I actually had to put my hands on the wall in front of me to steady us.

After only a few second I felt a surge of extreme pleasure rush through me and I was suddenly climaxing, firing my cum into the toilet like a cannon.

"Ohhhhhhaaaawww!" I cried, amazed at the old geezer's skill at handling cock.

"There, that's it," he moaned as my cum streamed out. "Dirty boy. Dirty, dirty boy." I looked over my shoulder at him. He was grinning evilly. Saliva ran from the corner of his mouth. All I could do was moan. God I WAS a fucking dirty boy.

He milked me expertly until the torrent finally abated. I slumped forward onto the toilet, no longer able to stand. I couldn't remember having a more powerful orgasm. Mr. Wilson let go of me and took a step back, away from the door. No doubt he expected me to bolt now and he didn't want to get bowled over. I wondered if that was his experience from previous... err, guests.