No Other Toothpaste Can Do This

"What a great mouth," he uttered. "I could kiss this mouth forever." And he began tonguing me needfully.

"Ooohhh, Ooooohhhh," he moaned. And so did I, and I think we both were having incredible sensations. Finally my asstunnel knew that his flesh syringe was about to gush, and squeezed itself around him.

"Gggraaggghh," he screamed. And then it was over, and I lay there luxuriating in the glorious hot liquid that filled my rectal canal as he slowly eased out, reached for a towel, (my towel), and wiped himself off.

He stood up and I was lying on the bed in contentment and bliss when the door flew open. "What's the matter? I heard a scream in here." It was Artie. He was standing there in these really tight white briefs which accentuated the outlines of his generous equipment.

"No. Everything's fine," Pepper assured him. "We were just talking."

Artie looked at Pepper quizzically. Then he looked at me. I smiled at him. He looked at me more. He came closer and closer.

"You know, I never noticed what nice teeth you have," he said.

"Thank you," I told him.

"They're really white. Your mouth really sparkles and shines. I never noticed that before. And you have really pretty lips. Like a girl's. Really pretty."

Oh, God. This was starting all over again. Artie hated me. He had nothing but contempt for me, and now he was sitting on the edge of my bed staring longingly into my mouth.

"Smell his mouth," Pepper urged.

"What are you talking about?" Artie shook himself out of the spell. "Smell this fag's mouth? Are you crazy?"

"Smell it," Pepper insisted.

Artie turned to face me again. And the minute he looked at me he was lost. I was lost. We both were lost. He gazed and gazed at my teeth, which I guess were shooting little stars, and then he brought his nose down in front of my lips and sniffed.

"Oh, wow," He cried. "Wow. What a great smell. So clean, so fresh. Like walking through a summer meadow, like a spice bazaar in the far east, like the Arabian nights," he mused. I had had no idea that Artie was so poetic under that rough exterior. Maybe he used the exterior to hide how sensitive he really was. He breathed in and out happily in front of my face, and then he brought his lips to mine and began licking. And the whole thing started all over again, blow for blow, but this time with handsome, muscle-bound, blonde Artie instead of handsome muscle-bound raven-haired Pepper. Pepper sat on the edge of his own bed watching and playing with his dick as I now had my face down in Artie's lap drawing him into my throat. He was doing an Ellen. Just watching. And I think I loved Artie's dick even more than Pepper's, if that were possible.

"Oh, this is so fantastic," Artie enthused. "A talented little fag right on our own floor. It's so convenient. And he's such a good cocksucker."

"He is, isn't he? Pepper asked. "I taught him," he said proudly.

"You did?" asked Artie. "Well, you did one hell of a good job, buddy," he congratulated Pepper, as I slobbered over his meat, making slight choking noises, as he was forcing the head deeper and deeper into the depths of my small throat. "Oh, yeah," encouraged Artie. "Take it. Take it, baby. Take my big cock." Oh, yeah." Then he turned to Pepper and said, "The other guys have to get some of this. It's just not fair to keep it all to ourselves."

"I guess not," said Pepper reluctantly. He really didn't want to share me with too many people. He wanted my sweet mouth and my sweet ass all to himself, and he wanted it whenever he wanted it, which was going to be often, now that he had discovered that cumming in me was even better than cumming in Ingrid.

"But don't tell them yet. I want to fuck him first. Then you can go out and get them up."

"Okay," Pepper agreed.

And definitely having decided that he wanted to fuck me, Artie regretfully lifted my mouth off his turkey baster and began sucking at my mouth again. And like Pepper, not wanting to lose the sweet taste in my face, he positioned me facing him, so that we could kiss all the while he was screwing me. This time it was much easier. Pepper handed him the mineral oil, and after that, his dick slipped inside pretty easily. He gently hammered backwards and forwards rubbing his dick against the walls of my sensitive receptacle to get the most friction on the head of his drill. And he drilled. And he wrapped his beefy arms around me and squeezed so that there was no doubt in my mind that he was a championship wrestler. I was feeling crushed and protected at the same time. Joy.

And what heavenly kisses. His strong tight lips pressed down on my 'girlish' lips, and as he was moving in and out of me and kissing me, I realized there was a great tenderness in the fuck. He removed his lips from mine for a few seconds and whispered in my ear so that Pepper couldn't hear. "I know I've been mean to you. I'm sorry. I like you a lot. I think I've always liked you, and didn't want anyone to know. I didn't want to know it myself, so I was nasty. I wish I could make it up to you. I know you can never forgive me."

"I can," I said. "I do."

"What's that?" asked Pepper.

"Nothing," said Artie. "Just fuck talk." Pepper nodded and smiled. Artie continued to kiss and screw me. I wrapped my slender legs around him, and put my hands around his hard behind and helped him to move. I clutched him into me. The minute he had said those words my back passage had fallen deeply in love with the stake which was spearing me. The walls of my rectum closed around his wide piston and hugged it, squeezed it, kissed it.

"Oh my god," he said appreciatively and began pounding his hips into mine, and I could feel his jerking syringe getting ready to spew. And then the wonderful hot cum flooded into me and warmed up the load that Pepper had left a short while before.

"Oh, baby. That was terrific. And that mouth of yours." As his heart stopped pounding, his kisses became less passionate and more affectionate. And I could have kissed him forever. I hated it when his cock slipped out of my ass.

"I'll go get the other guys," said Pepper.

"Maybe we should keep him to ourselves," Artie reconsidered.

"No. That's really not right. We're a team. We should share him." Artie shrugged and Pepper went out the door walking naked down the hall, his big cock slapping in front of him. He woke up Marty and Pete and Jim and John and Willie and Tony and Phil and Steve. And they all walked down the hall naked or in tight briefs toward our room. Nine hunky wrestlers with rippling muscles coming to share one skinny little guy, though they didn't know yet what was about to happen. But I knew and my spicy fresh mouth was salivating in anticipation.

"What's going on, guys?" Pete asked Pepper and Artie when they came into the room. Artie was now standing next to the bed, looking down at my naked body. What's with Stringbean?"

"Look at him," said Pepper. I just lay there and smiled.

"I'm looking," said Pete. "What?" Pete looked again. "You know, I never noticed before. The kid has a great smile. Look at his teeth. They're so white and gleaming. They're dazzling!" he emphasized.

"They're practically shooting little stars," observed Jim coming closer to the bed. The others were now starting to crowd around, looking at my perfect mouth.

"He's almost like a dental ad," interjected Steve.

"And would you look at those lips," Tony pointed out.

"Helen of Troy would have killed to have those lips," Marty agreed. He, like me, was taking Ancient History.

Pete moved down, staring at my mouth, moving closer and closer. His nostrils started to quiver. "My god. Smell his breath," said Pete to the others. "I never smelled anything like that before in my life." One by one they stooped down and tried to inhale as much of the incense as they could. Then John firmly edged the others aside and grabbed me in his strong arms and began kissing me as if his life depended on it. "Oh, you can't believe this," said John. "You've got to try it." The others edged in and one by one began to kiss me with real passion, adoring and mesmerized by that incredible taste. That flavor. Cloves, Cinnamon, Cardomum, Coriander,---- everything.

Pete was a little bit of a bully and he forced the others aside as he lay down upon me and began to kiss me from a more relaxed position. Then he knew that he wanted my gorgeous lips wrapped around his hefty rod. He eased my mouth down upon his raspberry popsicle. Now the taste in my mouth was clove and cinnamon and raspberry and honey, and, yes,---- everything. Before long I was drinking a thick,salty-sweet vanilla milkshake, gulping it down greedily. Pete tended to be a premature ejaculator and came in my mouth, so he didn't get the chance to plunge his lustful cock into my back hole.

He regretfully moved aside and ceded his position to John who single-mindedly drank the precious nectar of my saliva. Then, of course, my mouth was shifted down to John's sturdy screw machine, which he savored for about ten minutes before he decided to actually use his screw machine for screwing. Once again I was positioned so that I could be kissed and plugged at the same time. All of a sudden, Marty moved to the side of the bed and knelt on the floor. He pulled my face away from John's hungry mouth, and turning my head to the side began to tongue thrust.

John was furious. He reached out an arm and shoved Marty away from the bed. "Wait your own fucking turn," he yelled.

"Sorry," Marty apologized.

John gave him a dirty look and joined his face to mine again. I had never realized that sex could be so pleasant. Kissing, and sucking cock, and having a big dick stroking in and out within my ass. What could be better? I was having a wonderful time.

Next, Marty's patience was rewarded with my sought-after kisses, followed by a little head, followed by a long drive down the turnpike inside my sphincter muscle. That muscle I knew.

Jim was a little rough, but he was so good-looking, you had to forgive him. After he shot his load in my ass, Willie moved in. Now my ass had so much liquid in it, it was making slurping sounds on each instroke and outstroke.

When Tony finished kissing and being sucked, he plunged his meat into my now dribbling bumhole. I had enough ejaculate in me to fill a bathtub and it was starting to ooze out. He reveled in the sucking sounds coming from inside me, and kissed me even more deeply. "You taste like paradise," breathed Tony.

I was pretty certain that Tony had never had osculation like this from any woman, since no other mouth tasted like mine, and by now I knew how to give a great blow job. By the time I got to him I had had plenty of practice. And I'm sure that no girl had ever sucked him with such enthusiasm.

"And that ass. That ass," he rhapsodized. There wasn't a cunt in the world that could pleasure his manly prick the way my ass was doing it. "Oh, yeah baby. Yeah. Squeeze my dick. Close your hole around my rammer. Oh, yeah. That's the way! That's the way! You really know how to make a boy happy," he cried. He tried to hold off, but he could not keep from shooting his wad any longer, and after spurting into my hot caressing tunnel, he had to relinquish his position to Phil, the last in line. My asshole continued to leak spunk. Even as they were filling me, I was emptying.

Phil took his place on top of me, and after feasting on my mouth for about fifteen minutes, he allowed it to engulf his treasured protrusion. Then he allowed my clove-flavored tongue to wander all over his heavy balls, feeding each of them, one at a time, between my beautiful girl-like lips. He moved higher over my face so that my tongue could get under and behind his heavy hangers and lick the smooth flesh between the base of his cock and his asshole. He moved forward a little more and opened his cheeks, to let my tongue lap around his tight pucker. I knew Phil had to be in seventh heaven by now, since I was sure he had never been able to get even the sluttiest of his girlfriends to lick his asshole like this. And I certainly didn't know why I was doing it, but I got carried away in the insane excitement of the whole fuckfest.

Since he was the last, I think he wanted my ass to remember him forever. He did have the longest fattest schlong of anybody in the room, and he plowed in and out of my grasping ring as if it were the fuck of all times. I knew that I was being stretched to the limit, but it felt so good, I wasn't going to complain. I worked my ass to give Phil the greatest pleasure I could offer him. And I knew then and there that this was my mission in life. To pleasure men. Or maybe, if I were lucky, one man. Oh, it felt so good to have a thick human cock moving in and out of my ass. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I wasn't going to let a day go by ever again without repeating this incredible act. "Fuck me, Phil, fuck me," I screamed. ""Give me your whole big dick. Let me feel all of it." My words were really turning Phil on even more and he silenced my screaming mouth by planting his lips over it and enjoying more of my fragrant spit.

I knew it when Phil started feeling the starchy white cream beginning to churn in his weighty balls. Those balls whose purpose in life was to spray his singular Phil-seed out into the world. Out into me. "Yaaagggghhh," screamed Phil as his giant bullets fired hot lead into my guts. My hands were encircling Phil's head, holding Phil's face to my own, as my ass reared up to accept the holy offering. Deep deep deep inside, I felt the molten lava flowing, healing all wounds and itches. We were both breathing like steam engines. Finally Phil took his face away from mine and slowly stood up.

"We've all got classes tomorrow. We'd better hit the sack," said Pepper, and they all agreed and began to file into the hall, the ones who had been wearing underwear, now holding the underwear in their hands.

"Pepper," said Artie. "I'm real stirred up again. I gotta go one more time. Would you sleep in my bed tonight and let me take yours so I can have one more go at Stringbean?"

"Oookay," drawled Pepper slowly. He wasn't so enthusiastic. He was used to sleeping in his own bed. But how could he say no? "Okay, sure, go ahead." And he went down the hall to Artie's bed which was next to Steve's. Artie and Steve were roommates.

After they were all gone, Artie shut the door. "Ready for one more?" Artie asked me.

"I guess so," I answered a little hesitantly. "Sure, why not."

Artie stretched his body out on the bed alongside me. He took me into his arms again and began to kiss me. He just couldn't get enough of my toothpaste. He would never get enough of it. Finally, though, he had to relinquish it to his cock. I moved up and down on Artie's precious tool enjoying every millimeter of it. Then Artie said something shocking. "Okay. My turn now. I want to try sucking you."

I lay back, my head on the pillow, as Artie scootched down on the bed and hovered over my own penis. He moved it back and forth and all around, trying to get used to handling another guy's equipment. Then he charily put his mouth on it. It wasn't so bad. He started moving his head up and down on it. And I could tell he liked it. He liked the feeling of hot hard flesh moving over his tongue. He was really getting into it now. He told me that my cock was pretty large for a little kid, but actually he had noticed in the showers over the years, that somehow slim trim little guys had really big dicks. Bigger than the big guys. And he said that mine tasted kind of nice. Sweet. And when a little big of my pre-cum oozed out, I could tell he was savoring the slight saltiness of it, as I had been doing all night long. "It's nice. Really nice," he assured me. I wondered if Artie wanted me to shoot off in his mouth. But he didn't. He wanted something else.

"Now, I want you to fuck me," he told me.

"You do?" I asked. I was stunned.

"Yes. I want to feel your cock in my ass. Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.

Artie turned over on his belly, his gorgeous solid rear end looked so inviting. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Artie was a Greek god. Artie was Apollo. And I was about to slip my penis between those perfect round cheeks into the hot untouched opening. I was about to pierce the beautiful rosebud which I was now admiring, having parted Artie's muscular asscheeks.

"Put it in, Stringbean. Go ahead. Use some of the mineral oil. But go ahead. I want to feel what it's like to have a cock in my ass."

I followed his instructions and after oiling his prick, lay on top of Artie, resting my hips on those bouncy mounds as I slowly eased my cock through the tight hole. Very slowly. Artie was taking little short breaths. It was hurting a little. He reached his hand back and pushed on my abdomen, telling me to ease out a little. After a few minutes he relaxed. "Go ahead." He said.

I gently pressed forward and finally the knob was inside. Artie worked his internal flesh around it, getting used to it. Then he humped his ass up a little to draw a little more of the stick inside. Finally it was all in, and it felt pretty damn good. I just lay there, resting on Artie's strong back and ass, as Artie worked his pouch around my crazed dick. Yeah. It felt pretty damn good. He turned his face to the side now so that I could kiss him while we were fucking. He wanted more of my matchless mouth.

"How does it feel?" Artie asked.

"Oh, it feels so good. I never dreamed anything could feel this good. "

"I'm happy you're happy," Artie said hunching his ass around the smooth invader. "But don't get to like it too much. It's not gonna happen very often."

"I love you, Artie," I admitted.

"Me too," said Artie succinctly. I now began to take a more active role. I was feeling an unbelievable tickling in my testicles, and I knew I wanted to come. I started stroking up and down inside Artie's sweet rectum, trying to get myself off. To cum inside that incredible ass. To shoot my first real person-to-person load. And now the moment was here and the hot climax was rushing through my loins, down my prick and my own liquid was shooting somewhere deep inside Artie's belly. I collapsed on top of Artie's strong back. We were both sweating a little.

"That was great," I said. I had finally shot a big load into another person, and I was a man now. Uncle Hiram had wanted the hooker to make a man out of me, but Artie had actually done it.

"Yes, it was great. I liked it a lot," said Artie. "I never thought I'd like having a dick in my ass, but look at me now." He paused a second, then continued. "But remember, I told you only once in a while. I'd still rather fuck."

"Suits me," I answered.

And then I knew that even though I loved Pepper, I loved Artie even more, and I would spend the rest of my life with Artie.

In the days that followed, I went to every drugstore in town looking for a tube of Irresistooth, but nobody had ever heard of it. I was running very low and I wanted more. But the product simply didn't exist. "You must have gotten hold of a test tube," one druggist told me. "Maybe it's something they're working on, and they were test marketing it"

Finally I had no choice but to buy one of the regular brands. I settled on 'Brightly' because at least it was peppermint, not spearmint. In the meantime Artie had talked Pepper into switching rooms and we were together every night in my bed with Artie's cock up my ass, sometimes the whole night long.

I would have loved to get another tube of the remarkable stuff, but I really didn't need it anymore. I had my man now, and I would have him forever. Still, I would advise anyone seeking eternal happiness to go out to a drug store. If you want to find the love of your life, somewhere in this world there may be a tube of special toothpaste that can bring him to you. It's called Irresistooth. And no other toothpaste than can do this.