The Initiation: Day Two
Matt woke up not knowing where he was or who he was with, because he was certainly with someone. It was dark and then he remembered. He remembered mostly because of the cock that was still tucked in between his ass cheeks. A cock that was slowly grinding into his ass and the head this cock was almost catching at his hole. He was very awake.
He sat up quickly, and Rory rolled onto his back. Matt turned on the light beside the bed and then wished he hadn't because Rory was lying there, all pale and lithe with his big fuck-off cock just throbbing there. He also remembered that just as he had woken up, Rory had been gripping his own cock which wasn't far behind. What the fuck was going on?
Rory seemed to see all of his on Matt's face. “Don't sweat it, Matt. Bodies are bodies. Pleasure is pleasure. It's all good.”
Matt tried to chuckle but all that came out was a strangled croak. “Easy for you to say. You're gay, aren't you?”
“It's complicated.”
“Well I'm most certainly not.”
“But you liked getting your cock sucked by me, right?”
He had a good point. So he decided to shift the conversation. “So what happens now?”
“You mean with you? Well...it's the next phase. I'm not supposed to tell you.”
With a gulp, Matt said, “Yeah, but I have a feeling it has to do with...well...fucking. Me.”
Rory shrugged, but he could tell he was right. A wave of disquiet went through his body. “I've never...taken anything in my ass.” He couldn't believe he had said the words and as soon as he said them he realized what the answer might be, because Rory got a slow smile on his face.
“What if we get you...limbered up?”
Matt's mind emptied. He almost got off the bed, found his clothes and got the hell out of there. Again, Rory seemed to read it because he said, reasonably, “Lots of straight guys like a little butt play.”
Standing up, his mind still not working, Matt went into the washroom and sat on the toilet for a while, just thinking. Or trying to think. There was a knock at the door. “Hey, Matt? Let me help.”
“With what?”
“Just get out here and I'll show you.”
Looking at the ceiling for an answer, Matt decided to just give in. He opened the bathroom door and there was Rory with his big prick in his hand, stroking. He had a bottle of lube beside him. Matt knew what that meant. He almost started to cry. He almost lost it. It was too much.
Rory said, softly. “Hey, Matt. Chill. It's just sex. I mean good sex, but just sex.”
Matt sat down on the bed, gripping his hands as if he let go of them he would fly into a million pieces.
Rory grabbed the lube and said, “Lie down. Spread your legs and let me...”
“I guess I have no choice since clearly my next task is to be fucked, yes?”
With a little smile, Rory said, “More or less.”
“Right. But mostly more.”
Rory just smiled and poured some lube on his fingers. “Ready?”
“How the fuck would I know? If it will help me get through this, then go for it.”
“Cranky, aren't we?” But with that Rory slid a finger in his ass. Slowly. But not that slowly. Matt gasped and went to push Rory away, but Rory grabbed his hand.
“Just wait a second.”
He was still, his forefinger in Matt's ass which felt like it was being invaded. But sure enough his body relaxed and it just felt...well...natural. He looked at Rory warily. “Ok. Now what?”
Rory slid two fingers in. Same results, same time while Matt got used to it. Three. Four. Matt finally said, “I think this is doable.”
With a little smile, Rory picked up the lube again and started to get his dick all slippery. Matt gulped and closed his eyes. He knew this was coming, but now it was here. Was this worth it? Yes. Could he stand it? He had no clue.
Rory tucked his arms underneath Matt's knees and pushed them back and out at the same time. Matt felt suddenly very vulnerable. His asshole exposed. What felt like his whole life was on the line. Rory pulled himself forward and placed the head of his cock at Matt's hole and rubbed it around a few times, getting it sticky with lube and precum. Since his fingers had been there, when Rory's cock started to push Matt felt as if this was no big deal until, but with an intense explosion of pain, Rory's cock pushed past his ring, past his last defence and Matt almost yelled, but swallowed it.
He managed to gasp, “How the fuck do you guys do this?”
Rory looked down at him. Their faces were close together and Matt could feel Rory's breath. His eyes were really blue. Aquamarine. Rory said, “I'm in you now, Matt. Should I push more?”
“I don't have a fucking clue. But sure.”
So Rory pushed, and Matt felt the length of his very impressive dick go right into him. He felt stretched and wondered if he would tear open, but Rory seemed to know what he was doing. Then he stopped. “Ok. That's it. You ok?”
Matt shut his eyes, riding the waves of pain and then felt Rory's hand grip his cock. “This might help.”
Rory started to massage his soft cock which was now sticky with lube. At first Matt felt nothing. Just the pressure of Rory's prick splitting him open. But then, slowly, he started to get hard. Harder. What the hell? Were bodies just meant to respond irrespective of gender? Is that how this works? But work it did, and soon Rory had stroked him to a really nice hard-on. And then he realized Rory's cock was moving at the same pace, as if he hadn't noticed, even thought he had. Rory was fucking him. He was being fucked. By a guy.
Rory was grinning. “Well, what do you think?”
Matt closed his eyes, sensations going all over the place in his body that he couldn't even identify. Rory moved faster and he wondered if he could sustain this, if he would be pushed over the edge into agony or worse. But it didn't happen. Rory kept jerking him off and fucking him at the same time.
He went faster and in ways that Matt wanted to stop or ignore, and the line between really painful and overwhelming was hard to find...
The door opened. The tall dark-skinned guy, still nude, said, “Are you two done?”
Rory froze in mid-fuck, and he turned and gave the guy a look that spoke many angry volumes. “Jack. You couldn't have waited ten minutes? Fuck.” He turned to Matt. “I'm really sorry, Matt. They were supposed to wait until you were ready. But I guess you have to be ready.”
Matt took a deep breath as Rory pulled his cock out of him and he was surprised that he felt empty. But he also felt stretched, and his ass stung a little. Rory was sitting beside him looking annoyed.
Matt got up and said, “Fine. Let's get this over with.”
Jack looked surprised as if he was expecting Matt to argue or resist. But then he shrugged and turned and Matt followed.
The room was the same, expect there was a mattress on the floor. He knew it was for him. The same guys except...there was Dave. He was wearing one of those leather masks scary-assed S&M types wear, but he could tell right away. Holy fuck. He couldn't think of what that might mean. And Dave was built, really toned and had trimmed black hair on his chest. His cock was a thick and surrounded by more trimmed black bush.
The dark-haired guy who had come to get him said, “Get on the mattress, Matt. On your hands on knees.”
Matt looked around at the guys who he already knew in a way he could never have imagined knowing a guy: by his dick. And Dave. Rory had come in and was standing a little to one side, still looking irritated.
With another big sigh, Matt walked over to the mattress and got on all fours. It was so obvious what was going to happen, but he couldn't think about it. All he could do was prepare himself for a lot of pain.
The same guy said, “Ok Matt. You get to choose who gets to start. And by that I mean fuck you. I suppose you figured that out. And Rory here was giving you a lesson, I guess?”
Rory laughed without much humour and said, “Yeah. Whatever.”
The guy just nodded and said, “And while you're being fucked, someone gets to fill your mouth, just like yesterday.”
Matt closed his eyes, trying to prepare himself to be taken at both ends. Of course he had watched porn where some chick gets it from both ends, but never in a thousand years would he have imagined he would be the one in the middle.
“So, Matt. Whose going first?”
Opening his eyes, he knew right away. He looked at the guy with the thick cock that had barely fit in his mouth. He wanted to get that over with right away.
“Him.”
The dude had the biggest grin on his face but it wasn't a nice grin. The guy who had been doing the talking, the tall dark one, said, “And the guy who's next gets to have his cock sucked.”
The angry dude with the thick tool walked around so Matt couldn't see him, but soon felt his hairy hands grab his hips, then his thick prong start to rub his ass crack, up and down. He heard the sound of lube being opened and then the guys muscular fingers roughly jammed into his hole. His body jerked. The guys said, “You're already slicked up, bitch. I like someone who comes prepared.”
The thought that he was about to get fucked for the second time in his life passed quickly through his head but soon it was replaced by pain. The guy started pushing. With Rory it had been slow, almost gentle. This was anything but. I'm being fucked. I'm just a hole that is being used. Did women feel this way? And his hole was on fire. The guy kept pushing and Matt took a few really deep breaths, trying to relax a little, but it was hard with all the terror. He shut his eyes but just as he did, he felt a cock at his lips. He opened his eyes and the redhead was looking down at him, smiling. He said, “Be cool, Matt. Let go a bit. And take my cock, it will distract you.”
For some reason, Matt was glad to have something else to concentrate on. He opened his mouth and almost gratefully took the pale cock in. He wondered if their were freckles on his dick for a second, but the guy in his ass was pushing harder and Matt's body tensed. He did try to let go, try to open himself, and he managed to a little, just enough so that he was riding the edge of being fucking overwhelmed. He ran his tongue on the underside of the cock in his mouth, tasting sweat and precum.
The guy fucking him was all the way in. Matt could tell because he was close to throwing up from the pain. He felt stretched beyond what he thought would be possible. And then he started to push, to jam, to pull back, and hammer his way back in. Matt could feel tears funning down his face, and he wanted to scream. He tried to hold onto the idea that this cock was going to be the hardest to take which is why he wanted it over with.
The redhead let him just suck and lick, he didn't push or bottom out in his throat and he realized he was grateful. In fact, the guy stroked his face a little which compared to what was happening in his asshole, felt like heaven.
Ever so slightly, as the guy stretched him to the limit, fucked him with mean intensity, Matt's ass relaxed, or at least got used to being taken. Maybe stretched enough that it started to feel less dire. Or maybe it was just numb. The guy fucked faster. The redhead caressed his brow and said, “I'll fuck you next, Matt. Don't sweat it. I'll take you nice and slow.”
Again, Matt was grateful. At least some of these guys knew what he was going through. He had the sudden thought, as his asshole relaxed a little more, that maybe they had gone through this as well.
But the angry dude was finally getting somewhere. Matt could tell because when he was ready to blow into a chick, he made similar noises. He gave him three or four – he lost count – really hard, deep thrusts and then bellowed and fucked him even faster a few more times. Then he slid out and Matt almost passed out the relief was so great.
The redhead pulled out of his mouth and moved around behind him. The tall guy in charge was suddenly kneeling in front of him and almost like a robot, Matt opened his mouth and took in his long, smooth tool. The redhead was rubbing the end of his dick on Matt's hole. Gently circling the head on his raw pucker. It almost felt nice. He swallowed the cock in his face and let the guy thrust a few times, tasting precum.
Very slowly, the redhead pushed into him. Compared to the fucking barrel that had been there before, this felt like nothing. He felt himself open, and his longer cock slid in. He felt hands grip his waist and then the guy began to slowly fuck him, a nice slow pace that was almost, but not quite, fine. Matt could let go and let himself be used instead of just endure the agony. It felt really surreal. Never in a thousand years would he have imagined himself taking cock.
The redhead leaned down and almost purred in his ear, “You're all cummed up, Matt. It feels awesome.”
The guy sat up again and fucked him faster. The tall dude pulled out and said, “Me next, Matt. This pussy is being too nice...don't get too comfy.”
The redhead growled and said, “Whatever, Jack. You're an asshole.”
This added to the sense that these guys were not all on the same page. They didn't hang out and have beer and shoot the shit. Some of them didn't even like each other. Interesting.
But the redhead was reaching the finish line. He was breathing really deeply and then he stopped breathing, froze and Matt could actually feel his dick pulsating inside him. Another load. Five to go.
He pulled out and Matt could feel his hole was gaping, drooling cum. He thought again that he was being used. Before he thought more, the tall guy's huge dick slid into him. It felt almost easy now. But it was long and stretched him yet again. But all the cum helped.
Then Dave got down in front of him. Dave clearly knew that Matt knew. His cock was not too huge, but on the thick side and veiny. His dark pubes were a stark contrast to his pale skin. Matt just looked up at him. Dave said, his voice quiet, “Sorry, Matt. This is how it works.” With that he slid his cock into Matt's mouth and gripped his head in his hands, fucking his face slowly.
But the thought that crossed his mind was the fact that there were eight dudes, not seven. Fuck.
While the flesh of Dave's cock filled his mouth, the tall guy was fucking hard. Really hard. So hard that Matt was having a hard time staying in one place, but at the same time, he was fucking his body into Dave's cock, so he in the end his didn't have to do much.
The tall guy finished with a long, deep moan. He could feel the guy's body shuddering. When he pulled out of Matt's hole, he felt cum streaming down onto the back of his balls and probably dripping onto the mattress.
Dave pulled out of his face and moved to where the tall guy had been. To his complete amazement, he felt Dave's tongue on his hole licking down, clearly cleaning up some the cum that had been oozing out. What the hell?
But Dave got to business, and slid into him. It felt like almost nothing at this point. Just some pressure as Dave's cock eased in, surrounded by all the cum.
Then he heard Rory's voice from behind him. “Who's next Matt?”
Thinking a moment as Dave fucked him harder, he said, “The first guy from yesterday.”
The guy with the curly hair knelt down in front of him, grinning. He said, “Nice. Suck my dick. You have an awesome mouth.”
Did he? No one had ever told him that before. Matt looked up into the guy's bright eyes and almost, but not quite, smiled. The guy laughed and stuffed his dick in his mouth, massaging his shoulders and began to thrust into his face.
Dave was going hard and he heard him swearing under his breath. Dave, who was such a stud with women, able to get chicks into his bed all the time, was fucking him. Him. With a loud 'fuck' Dave was obviously blowing, fucking him with lille jabs of his hips. Matt could feel more cum oozing out of himself.
Dave pulled out and the curly-haired dude slid out of his mouth and got himself in position. Without being asked, Matt said, “The other guy who tag-teamed me yesterday is next.”
He had thought just before this that he could at least control this part. Who got to fuck him. He also realized he was leaving Rory until the end. What the hell did that mean?
The slim, darker guy came over to him and nudged the curly-haired dude. They looked at each other and Matt could tell they were into each other. The gripped each other's cocks for a second and grinned. Then Mr Curls moved around to his ass. His gaping, dripping ass. Fuck. How had it come to this?
But he slid into him fast and wasted no time in starting to pump, lubed by a gallon of cum that was practically pouring out around this guy's cock.
The slim guy got down to it. Matt thought to himself there were two more. Holy fucking hell, it was almost done. These two, however, clearly a couple, Matt realized, were working in the same rhythm. Each thrust at the same time and Matt felt almost dizzy by the co-ordinated effort to totally take him.
The one fucking him came pretty quickly and choked. He said, “That was too fast! Matt, you're way hot. Thanks.”
Then the slim guy's cock came out of his mouth and the guy moved back, He could hear them kissing before one cock replaced the other.
The last guy before Rory didn't have to be asked. He got in front of Matt, smiling wickedly. Not meanly, but with a bit of the devil in it. He face was bright and excited. He leaned down and looked at Matt right in the eyes. “You're taking cock like a champ, Matt. We're all impressed.”
With resignation, Matt opened his mouth and sure enough, the guy – clearly a little hyper – started to fuck his face, gripping his head just like the last time while the dark-haired dude went to town on his ass and fast. Then faster. Faster still, until he seemed to almost choke and actually pushed Matt over he fucked him so hard. The guy in his mouth slipped out and he laughed. “Whoa! Chill, Marco.”
Marco laughed and said, “My bad. Sorry.”
But instead of returning to the fuck he had started, and came over to the guy filling his mouth and started to jerk off really fast. They looked at each other with little smiles. Then the guy jerking off said, “Here if fucking comes...”
And his dick burst all over the other one's cock as it moved out of Matt's mouth, coating it with cum which then pushed into Matt's mouth and then, sure enough he also started to cum. As he trembled and the cum kept spurting into the back of Matt's mouth he said, “Well, no fucking for me. But I like this better anyway.”
When he was done, he pulled out and leaned down and gave Matt big, sloppy kiss, tasting his own and the other guy's jizz. Matt felt a little sick from all the cum and his ass was on fire, still sopping wet and dripping cum and completely gaping.
He hadn't really looked beyond what was right in front of him and he realized that the room was almost empty. The two that had just given him their loads stood up and left through the door they had come in from. For a second, Matt thought he was alone. He lowered his sore ass to the mattress and sat, cross-legged, feeling stupid, like a little kid. His asshole was still aching, but not as much. It was the endless spooge running out that was uncomfortable.
“You all right?”
Startled, Matt turned and saw Rory looking at him. He was leaning against the wall, his pale skin and his paler hair – chest, head, pubes – looking almost ghostly. Weird looking dude. But his eyes were intense and that amazing colour of blue. Matt had never looked at a dude as he was looking at Rory and he had no idea how to think about why.
Matt tried to smile. “I think so. My ass is sore as fuck. And wet.”
“I'm not surprised. Come here.”
Matt didn't understand, but he got up, feeling shaky. His leg muscles were sore. He had pain absolutely no attention to his own cock for what felt like hours. It was loose, just hanging there, but Matt realized there was a long rope of precum oozing from it, hanging in the air like a spider's silk. How the hell was that possible.
As if in answer to his internal question, Rory said, “All that anal attention...gets the juices flowing whether you want them to or not.”
Rory grinned at him and extended his hand. “Come.”
Without thinking, Matt took Rory's hand. He led him to the bedroom they had slept in, where Rory had started to fuck him in preparation to the seven other cocks he had taken. He assumed Rory would be the eighth. But to his surprise, Rory got on the bed and spread his legs, exposing his balls, and Matt could almost see his ass. “Matt...you get to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. This isn't your final test. This is...”
He didn't finish the sentence and Matt had no idea what he was going to say. Could he fuck a dude? He couldn't say he wanted to. He didn't feel horny and certain not horny enough to try this with a guy, but at the same time, as he got on the bed, as he moved so his cock could go in Rory's mouth, he started to feel, well, ready. Ready to see if he could. Because it was the least he was owed after being gang-fucked by seven cocks. The very least.
He watched Rory take his cock which started to swell, started to get hard, started to ooze more precum. He could feel it streaming out. He pulled his cock out and a long stream followed. He was fucking pouring. He felt a little nuts all of a sudden. He squeezed his cock from bottom to top and sure enough, a huge gush of precum poured out onto Rory's tongue, who moaned and slurped it up. Holy shit. I'm fucking turned the fuck on. He could hardly understand it. He was so hot, so crazily horny he couldn't quite believe it was him. Like he had been replaced by the most studly porn start in the world. And to his complete amazement, beyond anything he could have expected of himself, he wanted to fuck Rory. It was the only thing he wanted to do.
He took his hand and stuffed it in his ass and collected cum which he then fingered into Rory's ass. Rory said, really low and husky, “Fuck, yeah, Matt. Fuck me with their cum. Fuckin' fill me up with it.”
Matt felt insane, but he continued to pull cum out of his ass and put it in Rory's and then, almost blind with lust, he smeared a bunch on his own cock which was – and he was sure of it – harder than it had ever been. He got himself between Rory's legs and aimed his cock at Rory's hole. His sticky, cum-filled hole. It slid in effortlessly. Rory's asshole enveloped him and it was the best feeling he had ever felt.
When he bottomed out, when his balls met Rory's ass cheeks, when he leaned down, their faces really close, Matt said, “Thanks for being so awesome...”
And then Matt just went for it, but as soon as his hips started their engines, he found he had to meet Rory's mouth, and their tongues started a game that didn't stop while Matt thrust, and thrust and fucked and his hips gyrated, and he fucked some more and faster. His breathing got deeper but he kept his mouth sealed to Rory's and all thoughts of the fact that he was with a guy, that he was fucking a dude, were gone. All he wanted was this feeling. This feeling of release, or freedom, of closeness, of guy with guy that suddenly made sense to him. It fucking made sense and in way he would have never imagined it could.
And when he came, with a long low moan into Rory's mouth, he thought he would pass out. His whole body let go as he poured cum into Rory's ass. Over and over he spurted. Rory just held him. And when he was done, sated, empty, Rory pushed him back and straddled his face, jerking his cock really fast and Matt found himself saying, “Fucking give it to me, Rory.”
So Rory jerked a huge load into Matt's open mouth, long streams of cum that Matt realized he wanted and he swallowed almost gratefully. After everything that had happened, it was only Rory's cum he actually wanted. Rory's cock stopped streaming and he got down and kissed Matt really deeply, sharing his cum with Matt, their tongues busy and intertwining.
Matt had stopped thinking. He just wanted to be with this guy, this pale guy, his muscular arms wrapping around him as they rolled to their sides, and they looked into each other eyes, sharing their breath.
When Matt woke up, his arms were around Rory's chest who was lying against him, Matt's chest against Rory's back. He pulled him closer and he realize his dick was enveloped by Rory's ass. But he didn't want to fuck him, despite how hard his dick was. He just wanted to float along on the nice feeling of this guy in his arms. Guy. In his arms.
Rory must have been awake, because he turned so they were face-to-face, cock-to-cock. Matt finally said, “So what now?”
