Three Men and a Boi-Mouth - Sex Stories

Three Men and a Boi-Mouth

... a wild animal. I froze. I locked my lips to his shaft. He began spurting in my mouth. He jizzed right in my mouth and I let him. I held still and let him ejaculate in my mouth. I held still and I let him just pump and pump and pump his hot jism into my mouth. Even when he was done, he didn’t release my head. He held it there while his cock jerked and twitched and began to soften.. His cum was warm and thick and I felt sick, but I forced myself to stay there until he released my head. I bolted upright, jerked on the door handle, leaned my head out the door and spewed his spunk to the ground. I wanted so much to be a complete cocksucker who swallowed but I just wasn't ready for that. I hoped that most cocksuckers as young as me didn't either. Neither of us talked much as he drove a few minutes to the corner from where he had picked me up. My head was dizzy with cocksucking conflict. I hated it; I loved it. It was awesome; it was loathsome. I craved it; I denied it. I wanted it; I detested it. I would do it again; I would jump off a bridge first. I was a faggot; I was confused. I lay on my bed and could still feel Carl’s wonderfully hard cock sliding in my wanton mouth with the film of his semen still tinting the tastes within. I wanted it! I craved his hard cock in my mouth. I was trapped in that new addiction. I fell asleep wondering how I had gotten myself into such a thing. The very next Thursday, I got a simple text from Carl and I went to him as if he was pulling a ...

... golden ring in my nose. He was late and I was bothered. He explained that his wife had demanded he take his four daughters to a school event. Even so, we returned to his secret place and I sucked on his cock and loved it and I received his semen in my mouth and nearly gagged before spitting. The following Thursday, I couldn't wait. It was getting easier to admit to my addiction and just enjoy being a cocksucker. However, trauma is often the friend of darkness and with the light of a cell phone tapping on the window of Carl's car door, it spiked each of us with immediate fear. Two men, scruffy and ugly and fat and filthy, hounded Carl with threats of showing their cell phone video of my head bobbing in his lap, that is, unless we agreed to let them fuck me in the mouth and have my cell number so they could keep fucking my mouth. It was absurd! No! I wouldn't! Yet, it was inescapable. They called me out of the car and told Carl to stay where he was and not interfere. Then, they raped me. They raped my mouth. One pushed me to the ground and the other landed on my face with his dick out. He pinned my head to the ground and drove his hard cock into my mouth. He trapped my head with his legs, body, and hands and I was helpless. He grunted and groaned and, while Carl watched helplessly, the man despicable man pumped his vile jizz into my mouth. The second man then raped me while the first man made him watch while saying, "Look at that, fucking your boy right in the mouth." After that, I ...