Andy had always been what you could call 'a pretty boy. With his golden blonde hair, his sparkling blues eyes and luscious plump, kissable lips, he was a wet-dream on legs.
Not only did he look good, he had ability too. He was intelligent and sporty – playing football in the winter, athletics and tennis in the summer.
The only flaws in this otherwise flawless lad were his two 'secrets'.
He had secretly started smoking at an early age – egged on by his mates at school. It started with a drag on a cigarette as a dare but he found he enjoyed it and made him feel good and more adult. The drag had led to the habit of two ciggies a day, then 5 and then to 10.
His other secret he discovered at an early age too. He never felt comfortable with girls and, as he hit puberty and the inevitable surge in his hormones, he came to the realisation that it was other boys that filled his erotic day dreams.
He'd watch the other lads in the changing rooms after a football match, in the showers, or after athletics, their sweaty lithe bodies mingling in the locker-rooms.
He watched their bodies change, the pubic hairs develop then under the arms and, some, across their chests. He watched the other lads uncontrollably becoming aroused and erect. The sight of the hard dicks had the same arousing effect on his own. It happened to all the lads so no one took any notice. To start with.
They would spring a boner in seconds and then it would go in seconds. Seeing those boners though, for Andy, was intoxicating. He wanted to just touch them and feel them – did they feel like his? were they as hard as his? did they leak like his? His own would leak like mad.
His eyes were fully opened one Friday afternoon in the changing rooms.
Most of the other lads had gone and Andy was late off the pitches. He'd been watching the older guys play. As they trooped off the pitch Andy realised the time and scurried to the changing rooms to shower and leave.
As he walked in he could see that some of the older lads had stripped off ready for the showers and were sitting on the benches. What Andy could not miss was the fact that nearly all of them had erections and that they were stroking them rapidly. One lad suddenly let out a deep groan "It's coming'. He stood in the middle of the changing room floor, stroking rapidly until the moment arrived and his penis jettisoned his load all over the floor.
Andy stared open mouthed at the fountain like flow of white liquid that the lads cock pumped out. He heard the plop plop plop as it fell to the floor. The lads body was contorted as if in pain but was, in reality, pure pleasure. It seemed to set off a chain reaction and Andy stood and gawped as about another 6 or 7 more loads were added to the mix.
"Fuck that felt good" one of them said as he headed for the showers. What Andy also saw was the way the erections quickly vanished.
Andy had 'discovered' the obvious pleasures of wanking.
That night, an exceptionally warm one; Andy lay on his bed, naked. He kept thinking abut seeing the lads, their hard dicks and the flow of juice from their bodies. His own dick was like a rod of iron, he thought he had never been harder or wetter. His hand started to mimic the lads he had seen – stroking faster and faster. He too "felt good" as the intense pressure of orgasm built in him.
The more the pressure grew the harder and faster he stroked until that point of no return where his body went almost rigid and a tidal wave of pure delight engulfed his body.
His first proper wank had produced a copious amount of the white gunge – coating his stomach. He dipped his fingers into the small pool and then sniffed them. He thought it nice enough to eat and warily took a fingertip into his mouth, licking it clean. He liked it, liked it a lot in fact. The pool soon disappeared – consumed by Andy's luscious lips.
Andy soon became addicted to wanking and the taste of his own cum. He would sneak off to the toilets between lessons and wank. He would slip off the cross country running path and wank in the woods. He loved the sensitisations of orgasm and the taste of cum.
There came a fateful day when he was 'caught' indulging both his favourite pastime. He had slipped off the pathway into the woods, dropped his shorts and grasped his dick, fisting it, a lighted cigarette between his lips. He was lost in his revery of masturbation – eyes closed, breathing heavily, smoking – when he heard the soft footfall and a twig snapping. His eyes shot open and he was face to face with a man.
Andy was petrified and his own dick wilted in embarrassment the cigarette jettisoned.
The man smiled and glanced down to his trousers. Andy's eyes followed his and were met by the sight of the mans hard dick poking through a pair of boxer shorts. It was larger and thicker than Andy's, the foreskin pulled back over an almost purple coloured head and a slit that dribbled precum. Andy inadvertently licked his lips. The man indicated Andy should carry on his wanking display.
Just the proximity of another dick had sent his own back into erection and, following the mans unspoken instruction, he started to wank himself again. The exhilaration of the situation soon had him close to release. His body started to tense in readiness. The man watched Andy carefully, judging the right time. He saw the moment approach rapidly and was on his knees in front of the wanking lad.
Andy never forgot the next few minutes. He grunted and then groaned "I'm going to come". As he did the mans head darted forward and his mouth engulfed Andy's sensitive head. One touch of the tongue set Andy off and he exploded in the mans mouth. He seemed to deliver the biggest load of his life but the man just continued – gulping down the white gold.
Andy staggered backwards, his dick popping out of the mans mouth who himself let out a groan and Andy saw him shed his seed all over the ground. Something inside of him wished that he had taken that seed in his mouth.
They both stood there recovering from their intense experience. The man complimented Andy on his "tasty spunk" and his delicious "prick". Andy said he thought the mans dick was "magnificent", at which the man laughed, leant over and kissed Andy's lips. Andy could still taste his "spunk".
The man asked if ran along there often. When Andy said yes "every day" the guy grinned "Same time too?" he continued. "Yes, always about this time;"
The following day the man was there again.
After their third meeting in as many days, Andy found out the man was called Mike. By the end of the week they had started chatting properly and on the Friday things moved up a notch.
They had both arrived at "the spot" when they heard and felt the raindrops starting to fall on the canopy of branches over their heads. Andy had no qualms about getting wet but Mike was of a different disposition. Andy could see Mike was weighing up options.
His decision made, he asked Andy; "Fancy going to my place? Not far but if you are pushed for time...". Andy was nervous and hesitant He wasn't pushed for time – he had all afternoon – but could he trust Mike? As if to 'persuade' Andy, Mike had pulled his own cock out, visibly getting harder. The 'tease' had the desired effect on Andy "Yes, lets go"
It was just a 10 minute walk to the apartment block on the edge of the woodland and Mike was soon ushering Andy through the front door of the top floor apartment.
Mike gestured towards an open door and Andy could see a freshly turned down double bed. "Lets get a bit more comfortable". As they stood there Mike said "Ive always wanted to see you fully naked Andy" and slid his hands down the side of his shorts, easing them down. Andy was soon naked and lying on the bed, watching Mike slowly remove his own clothing.
Andy had only really seen Mikes beautifully brown bushy pubes and cock up until now. As he watched he saw Mike reveal a slim but 'fit' body, his chest and nipples a mass of wild brown hairs too. As he bent over to get his trousers completely off, Andy saw, and relished, the pert, but again hairy, arse on the man. His cock jerked and twitched at every movement of Mikes body.
Mike lay down beside him and, propped up on one arm, slowly caressed Andy's chest and nipples. "Beautiful" he murmured as his hand slowly moved down Andy's body. Andy let out an involuntary sigh and Mike leaned over and softly kissed his lips. "Such perfection".
Andy knew what was going to happen, he had watched enough porn on the internet.
Andy lay there, Mike by his side, each of them smoking a cigarette in post-orgasmic contentment.
Andy reached down and stroked a finger across his now wet hole. He sighed as he felt the slickness of the cum, slowly seeping from him. Mike had taken his virginity, deflowered, him made him a man, fucked him! He had more than just fucked him – he had seeded him, impregnated him, bred him.
He slowly worked a finger inside of himself, the sensation and feelings arousing. Mike smiled at him as his prick grew hard again. Andy wanted, no, craved Mike inside him again. He looked down at Mikes prick, seeing the blood surging into it, erecting it. Andy took some of the cum from his hole and smeared it over Mikes bellend, "Fuck me again".
Mike fucked Andy three times that afternoon, Andy depositing his loads into Mikes mouth and across his body. As they showered Mike slid his cock into Andy for the last time and Andy spattered the shower cubicle glass.
They dressed, shared a coffee and cigarette together, Andy asking when he could see Mike again. "Tomorrow?" he almost begged. Mike looked at him, the expectant, lustful look on the lads face, those lips, that hair. He knew the risk he was taking after all, but "fuck what a lad!" He smiled and nodded. "Come straight here".
So began a summer of what seemed incessant sexual romps around Mikes apartment. They fucked and sucked in every room, in every position, every hour of the day and even one night. Andy would never forget that first morning waking up in the arms of Mike and the already erect morning wood pressing firmly into him.
The summer ended and 'normal service' returned to, weekday afternoons. Andy now lived out both his addictions secretly.
In the following January Mike was invited to a party and was told to bring someone along if he wanted. He thought long and hard about it – knowing the type of party it was – but then decided he would take Andy if he could make it. It was a Saturday night and Andy would be late home. "Unless I stay over with a friend" Andy responded – the perfect excuse.
Mike warned him to go 'with an open mind' - "You might see some 'wild' sights OK?" Andy laughed to himself. He knew, of course, the Mike 'played' with other guys and, hell, he had had a couple of experiences in the woods and once in the local toilets. "I will Mike".
That Saturday arrived and Andy packed his overnight bag and gave his excuse, easily accepted. He arrived at Mikes and changed into his 'party' outfit. Mike had told him the party was on a 'football theme' so it didn't prove too difficult for Andy. Mike was dressed more as a coach in tracksuit and a whistle!
They got an uber out to the venue – the edge of town, at the end of a lane, isolated. "The Party" was signposted from the front-gate on and they followed the path around the back of the house to what looked like a barn There were a number of other guys standing round, drinks in hand, chatting. Andy noted that there seemed more 'coaches' than players.
As Mike went off to get drinks, one of the coaches came over. "Must be your first time at one of these parties, not seen you before". Andy discretely eyed the coach up and down. About the same age as Mike, similar build, brown short hair and brown eyes. Andy wondered if his prick was the same too. He grinned as he replied: "Yes, never been before". The coach smiled enigmatically "I am sure you will enjoy it" and then wandered off to chat to another couple of the coaches.
Mike returned with the drinks and another 'player' who was introduced as Trevor. Trevor was more obvious in his survey of Andy. "Looks match fit" he commented and he too wandered off. Andy started to wonder about this party now.
"How many are invited?" Andy quizzed Mike. "Oh its usually about 40, can be more if there is something special..." "Could be quite a busy party then" Andy commented. "'It's what you make of it"
There was a steady stream of guys going into the barn now and Mike and Andy were almost the last, along with Trevor – who it appeared was by himself. "Just here to make up the numbers" he laughed as they entered the vast interior.
It was arranged in such away as there was a mezzanine floor with a broad staircase leading up to it. On the ground floor there was a large open area for food and rinks, a number of sofas and club chairs for comfort. Off it were separate rooms each bearing signs like "Changing Room" "Coaches Offices", "Players only", "Showers". Andy was impressed by it all.
Mike saw someone he knew and wandered off, leaving Andy sat in a club chair, sipping his drink and watching the room. He noticed one of the coaches go over to one of the players and say something to him. Andy watched as the player smiled and then proceeded to stroke the mans cock through his sweatpants, something the coach evidently enjoyed. A moment later the player was heading for one of the open-doored rooms. Andy could see the lad strip off his kit, fold it neatly and then lie down on the bed, his legs bent at the knees, feet firmly on the mattress. Andy got a birds eye view of the lads fuzzy hole. What happened next surprised Andy.
One of the coaches marched into the room, dropped his trackies and clambered between the lads legs, he took his cock in his hand and aimed it at the lads displayed hole. There seemed to be a nod from the lad and the mans cock disappeared inside of the lad. The coach then proceeded to fuck. The lad seemed to make all the right noises of appreciation but Andy couldn't understand why he wasn't really participating. The only sign of engagement was just as the coach was about to cum he locked his ankles over the coach's ass.
After he had orgasmed in the lad be climbed off the bed, wiped his deflating cock with a towel and put something on the table. Andy thought it looked like an envelop. As he left Andy saw the envelope disappear into a draw.
The lad remained on the bed, his legs spread and his hole back on display – now coated with a sheen of cum. The same scenario was repeated a further 6 times, each of the coaches fucking the lad and an envelop left on the table. The lad was just being used as a cum deposit taker. Andy overheard two of the coaches chatting "That fucking Gary is such a whore. Take any cock as long as they've got the money" "Yeah Steve (the host) found him by the station, turning tricks for £40 a time. Now he just does parties so I'm told" the guys wandered off and saw Gary finally left the bed and dress.
Andy saw the lad grab the bunch of envelopes and leave the place altogether.
Gary's place was soon filled though. Another lad entered the room stripped, clambered onto the bed and took up the doggy position. The same process was followed – envelope, trackies down, fuck leave. This lad was certainly more active in his role and the noise and verbal soon attracted a string of 'clients'
I was at this point that Mike returned and saw Andy watching the lad and sporting a boner in his shorts at the time. Like ginned at him "Turns you on does it Andy?" "Sort of" he mumbled. "What? the fucking or getting fucked?" Andy flushed as he stammered "Getting fucked". "By all those guys?" Mike continued. "Yeah". "Give it a go then! Room next door is empty and ready for use if you really want to".
Andy was now torn between the idea of getting fucked by so many cocks and the reputation he would get as a 'whore'. Then one of the coaches was walking past and stopped, looked across at the room and then down at Andy, smiling. He nodded his head at the second, empty room, obviously 'inviting' Andy. Andy looked at Mike his eyes requesting approval. Mike gave a slight nod.
The coach, a good foot taller than Andy, followed him into the room, leaving the door wide open.
Andy followed Gary's example and stripped off his clothes and put them on the chair. He got on the bed and assumed the same position. He watched as the coach slipped his trackies down and his eyes widened. He thought Mike was hung – even although he was only 7" - but this guy was sporting what looked like 9" of hard dick. Andy gave unintended shiver.
"Scared?" "No" Andy lied. "Good little boy then".
The coach knelt at the bottom of the bed "A bit of preparation" he ginned as he buried his face into Andy's ass. Andy struggled not to cum there and then. It was one thing Mike had never done to him.
Andy felt the coach's tongue lap across his hole, licking the entrance, making it pucker and flex in excitement; There was no just lying there and getting fucked now. Andy writhed, balled the sheets with his fists, moaned loudly as the tongue pushed his ass-lips apart. Coach's slid inside him like a small cock. This was a new level of pleasure for Andy.
The coach started to tongue fuck him – keeping up a stream of verbal! "What a beautiful pussy. What a lush little boicunt you have! Such a tight one! Push it open for coach, Let me see that tight little boi twat, waiting for coach's fuckstick! Show me you want coach's fuckmeat!"
Each phrase just only increased Andy's arousal. The coaches tongue got deeper and deeper, forcing him open more and more. Even though the coach's dick seemed too big, Andy now felt the urgent need to be fucked. He now begged the coach to fuck him, demanding "Get that prick in me, please, please. fuck me, fuck me!"
The coach raised himself from rimming Andy and took up position between the lads legs, rubbing the sizeable cockhead over the well saliva lubed hole. Andy grabbed hold of the bed. He knew this would hurt but he was crazed enough now to eagerly submit.
Andy and the coach's locked eyes as Coach smirked. Andy's eyes shot wide as he felt the tip of the 9 inch cock push his ass-lips open. The cock was red hot, oozing precum as it slipped past the outer ring. Andy yelped in both surprise and pain, then screamed as coach literally shoved the mighty shaft into him. It seemed it would rip him apart it was soo big and soo forceful but a young lads boicunt is very flexible.
Coach hit his prostate fast and kept going until he was balls deep in Andy. The pain was now overwhelmed by the pleasure inflicted on his prostate. The slow fucking was intense. Coach started to speed up, the thrusts coming fast and furious now. Both coach and Andy knew he wouldn't last long.
Coach made one last thrust before he exploded in Andy, letting out a roar of "Oh! Fuck!. Andy felt the big dick swell and start to flush his guts with sperm. He wasn't being just seeded he was being bred, and bred deep! He clenched his boicunt down on the fuckmeat as it spurted its thick white liquid into him.
The cock was withdrawn, still jetting those final baby makers all over Andy.
"Fuck that was hot" the Coach gasped. 'I'll be back for more of that!" He shakily pulled his trackies back over his, now, semi hard cock and almost staggered through the doorway. His donation seeped out of Andy's twitching arse as Andy put the envelope in the draw
The energetic and highly verbal sex had attracted a number of onlookers and Andy hardly had time yo get ready to take the next cock. Thankfully none were as big as the first one – but that one had done the job and opened him for the rest and there was now a seemingly constant 'flow of lube'.
Some lads of Andy's age might have thrown in the towel after 8,9, 10 cocks even. Andy though was not like them. His addiction, dependency rate, was growing with each dick that invaded his ass. He discovered later that he had taken 16 and that didn't include Mikes.
Mike had been watching him, 'over him', making sure things didn't get out of hand. At cock number 16 he caught a glimpse of Andy's 'cunt' - red puffy lips, spunk just pouring out of it. He almost felt guilty – after all he had taken Andy to the party not knowing this was going to happen to the lad – four or five guys maybe but 16?!
Mike went over as the latest guy exited and closed the door behind him. Andy lay there, his legs still spread, sweating, panting for the last guy. There was a small pool of spunk under his arse and more was added as Andy let out one of those post-bred 'farts'. Although he felt guilty, almost sorry for the lad, his own dick was now solid.
Andy looked up at him dreamily "Fuck me Mike, fuck me. Please." he said as he fingered himself. Mike couldn't believe it – the lad still wanted more!
The sight of Andy's sloppy, slick cunt with its pouting lips, lubed already, was certainly hot. "Please Mike. I want your dick. .Please fuck me". Mike mounted the bed and mounted Andy.
Andy's arse was now soo wide open, the spunk filled cunt easy to slide into. The sound of hard cock into squelchy boicunt was intoxicating. The feel of Andy's arse, the swirling other guys cum on his dick, felt amazing. His balls boiled over and he splashed his cum into the mix.
Mike collapsed onto the lad, his dick still in him, the lads legs wrapped around him.
Andy pulled his face towards him as he uttered "Yours was the best tonight. I'd do it every-night if yours was the last and best".
There was a side to Mike that Andy didn't know about, his words stirred that side.
Andy had thought Mike was a 'lucky pick up in some toilets" a guy out to satisfy his needs as much as Andy was. The truth was that Mike was out 'recruiting' - Mike was a pimp for lads like him.
Mike realised the lad would be easy to 'persuade'.
Mike dismounted and lay next to Andy, propped up on one arm, looking down at the lad. He 'saw' a good looking lad – about 5'8", slim waisted but broad chest and shoulders – looking like he worked out at the gym – the short blonde hair and deep blue eyes. His caramel tinged colouring alluring. The body smooth but now covered in sweat and cum. He knew men would pay good money for this lad.
Mike smiled benignly at Andy, going fully into recruitment mode – keep the lad horny and lay out the plans.
