How I Became Tony’s Cock Slut, part 2
In the two days that followed Tony using his load to mark me as his own personal cocksucker, things seemed to return to normal. Aside from the occasional sideways glance or smirk, Tony acted completely the same. It was on the third day that things got interesting. It was just before first period and I was bent down grabbing a few books from my locker when I heard somebody clearing their throat. I remained squatted and turned to see who was there and right in front of my eyes was Tony’s well defined package outlined quite distinctly by another pair of too-tight jeans. I stood up.
“Hey, Tony, what’s…” He didn’t give me a chance to finish.
“My house…right after class,” was all he said.
“Huh?” I liked playing dumb with dumb jocks.
“Come over to my house after class. I need to dump a load, faggot,” he whispered. “Bring your thirst. If you don’t show up, everyone will know.” With that, he turned and walked and I saw his tasty muscular ass flexing as he got further away. Great. How in the hell was I supposed to concentrate the rest of the day? Each hour trickled by more and more slowly. The last class of the day was the worst. I could have sworn I sat in that uncomfortable desk for about 4 hours. Finally, my patience was rewarded with the final bell.
Not having a car, I had to take the school bus over to his neighborhood and walk the rest of the way. I finally made it to his driveway and saw his car sitting there alone…we’d have the place to ourselves again. I walked up to his door and it was open. I walked inside to silence. I looked in the kitchen. Nothing--nobody down stairs at all. I climbed the stairs to the upper level and saw that his door was slightly ajar with the light shining through the opening. I slowly pushed it open. Standing there in a pair of boxer briefs was Tony. He was waiting for me with his hands on his hips. And he looked goooood! Good legs, good bulge, flat stomach, excellent pecs and strong arms, that sexy happy trail, all on his 6’3” frame.
“Get over here, faggot,” he ordered. I obliged. “Take off your clothes.” I undressed down to my underwear. “All of them faggot.” He stepped out of my boxers. “Get on your knees.” Again, how could I not? “Tell me what you want.”
Well, I could admit it finally or continue playing helpless straight jock. I decided to admit it. “I want your cock.”
This made him smirk. “That’s right, faggot. I knew it. Where do you want it?”
“Anywhere you want to put it.”
“I want it in your faggot mouth, cocksucker. Open up.” I did. He pushed his now growing cock, still behind his boxer briefs, into my mouth. “That’s right, faggot, suck my cock through my underwear…get it all wet,” he said. I found his large head and wrapped my lips around it as best I could, considering he was still wearing his boxer briefs. I remember the distinct taste of cotton mixed with pre-cum. I followed the shaft down, tracing it with my tongue, cupping my lips around the thickness of it. “That feels good. You like that?” I continued sucking and managed to mumble an “Uh-huh.” “I thought you would, faggot. Pull down my underwear,” he again ordered.
I put my hands under the waistband of his Hanes and slowly pulled them down. His treasure trail gave way to the top of his pubic bush, which as I pulled further became completely exposed with a glimpse of the root of his cock, finally pulling them all the way past the shaft causing his cock to spring upwards and hit me against the cheek. I immediately moved to take his cock head into my mouth, but he had other ideas. He quickly grabbed his shaft and began stroking it. “Suck on my nuts first, faggot.” I didn’t hesitate. I stuck my tongue out and instantly sucked one of his fat nuts into it. I was rewarded with a low moan. “That’s it…get ‘em both wet…suck on ‘em.” I let his left ball drop from my mouth and sucked in the other, repeatedly rolling it around on my tongue. I can remember that it seemed rough and stubbly, like he shaved his balls. I then had to use my finger, but I managed to guide the first ball back up to my lips at which point I sucked that one in as well. His entire sack was in my mouth. He really liked this. “Fuck yeah, cocksucker, suck on both my nuts. Oh fuck, that feels awesome.” He continued to stroke his cock and I caught a glimpse of shiny precum on the tip of his large 8-inch Mexican cock. After a few moments of this, he promptly pulled them out with a sigh/exhale.
“Damn dude…” he said, thinking for a moment, then turning completely, “get your faggot tongue up my butt.” He placed his hands on his dresser and bent a little, sticking his ass out right in front of my face. I was so horny now I think I dove in. I lapped away at his asshole, sticking my tongue as deep as I could. His ass was tight and he resisted a bit letting it punch past his asshole muscles, but I could get in pretty deep once he did. He was quite loud now. “Fuckin’ suck my ass, you white faggot. Fuckin’ lick my asshole” and other such things you only hear in porn filled the room. I remembered how I played with his balls last time and I decided to do it again. I found them and squeezed and pulled on them. After about five minutes of my tongue and tug action, as well as his grunts and moans, he pulled his ass off my face.
“I need this dick down your throat now.” He turned around so that he was facing me and his fully hardened cock was staring me right in the face. He placed his left hand on the back of my neck and pulled me roughly up to it. I opened my mouth and in about 2 seconds flat, his cock was buried in my throat.
“Fuckin’ A’, dude, I could fuck your faggot throat for hours,” he said after waiting until the last second before I blacked out to pull his cock from my throat. I could let him fuck my throat for hours, but I wouldn’t be doing much if he suffocated me with his huge Mexican dick. His large cockhead rested on my tongue, and then down it plunged again, repeating its assault. He was controlling everything. He stood there not moving except to pull (and pull hard…) my head towards his crotch. I distinctly remember my chin hitting his slightly moistened nuts on each down thrust and sticking a bit as he pushed my head back.
This continued for about 20 thrusts when suddenly a new voice entered the room.
“Don’t wear him out too much, dog, you know I’m gonna need me some of that.”
The person possessing the familiar voice strolled up beside Tony in his tight t-shirt and baggy jeans and put his hand up on Tony’s shoulder. “Looks like you got yourself a good little faggot cocksucker, T.” While still faced with Tony’s cock attack, I glanced up just long enough to see Tyson, the black football-playing stud with the hot ass, looking down at the action. I remembered what Tony had now told me last time.
“Yo, get comfortable…this boy likes his mouth filled…” Tony exclaimed, forcing his cock entirely into my throat as he stretched out the last word (as well as my lips). He held it there for about 10 seconds at which point I started to gag. Tony released my neck and I fell back on to my hands panting heavily. Tony and Tyson started laughing and Tyson gave my Mexican stud a high five. As I looked over at the two of them, still trying to catch my breath, Tony was laughing still and stroking his cock while Tyson removed his shoes and t-shirt. Tyson had smooth light brown skin and his rippling muscles reinvigorated me. I couldn’t wait to have his cock too. With no shirt, I had a clear glimpse of his firm pecs – capped off with two dime-sized hard nipples – and rippling washboard abs. He was completely hairless from the waist up, except for small patches of underarm hair. And those arms! They were very muscular and strong and like something you’d see in a weight lifting magazine – the kind I regularly beat off to at home.
“I’m telling you, dude, I’ve trained him well. Wait till you get that mouth on your dick,” Tony said to his buddy.
As Tony was talking, Tyson was busy unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He stepped out of them and he stood there in a pair of black bikini briefs. I was in awe! The pouch of his briefs was filled out to the point where the elastic wasn’t even touching his legs completely.
“You want this big nigger dick, white boy?” Tyson asked, lightly rubbing his hand over the incredible bulge.
My mouth, hanging open, was able to form no words, so I simply responded with a nod.
“That’s right he does. Stupid faggot,” Tony muttered, laughing.
Tyson walked over to the bed, stopped, and pulled down his briefs. His semi-erect dick stuck out at an angle, about 2 inches longer than Tony’s and maybe the same, if not a little thicker. He sat down on the bed, propped up a pillow, leaned back against it, and started stroking his cock. “Well come and get it, whitey.”
I tentatively stood and walked over to the bed past Tony, who was still stroking his cock. I climbed up between Tyson’s legs and looked down at the enormous, now almost fully engorged, head of his cock. His heavy – but slightly smaller than Tony’s – balls hung down and rested on the sheet. “Well, get to work…I need to dump this nigger load,” Tyson spat.
I couldn’t wait for my first taste of black cock. I dropped my head down and immediately sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. I ran my tongue quickly over the slit and the underside of it, and quickly dropped my mouth as low as I could on his shaft. I was intimidated by this whole scenario. Here I was, servicing two powerful jocks. Would they tell? Would they kick my ass? This bit of fear made it hard to get more than half way down on his big black dick, so I pulled up to the head and repeated. Gained about an inch. I repeated again. Another inch. I was busy concentrating on getting this monster dick down my throat, but I overheard Tyson let out a long moan. He placed his hands on the back of my head and on each downward thrust would apply a little pressure. “That’s it, get it all in,” he said, all sexy and thuggish, then he apparently spoke to Tony, who was standing and watching and stroking his cock, “damn, T., we got ourselves a good ‘ol cocksucker…much better than your ol’ lady.” Obviously he was referring to the threesome Tony had told me about with Angie.
“I wonder just how much better he is?” Tony asked, slowly putting his hand on my ass cheek and squeezing it, then slapping it.
“Dude, you gonna tap that ass?” Tyson asked, sounding surprised.
“Why not? You want fucked back here too? Huh, faggot?” I felt another sharp slap against my ass. I tried to grunt a yes, but I now had 9 inches of black cock down my throat. Almost there…
“I think that was a yes, T.,” Tyson laughed.
“You don’t want any?” Tony asked his buddy.
“Nah, dog, I’m alright with just using his faggot mouth,” was his reply. I felt like a dirty rag…I loved it!
At that point, just as I managed to get the final inch of Tyson’s big black cock stuffed into my throat, Tony moved away from my peripheral vision and I felt him climb on the bed behind me. I focused all of my energy on deep-throating this huge dick to distract me from any pain that was about to ensue. I could tell Tyson was getting into it. I could hear a few “that’s it” and “swallow it all, fag” sorts of comments coming out of his mouth. Then I felt something cold slap against my asshole. More than cold, it felt gooey and wet. To this day, I have no idea for sure, but I think it must have been Vaseline. Tony’s big Mexican finger rubbed the lube all over my asshole, smearing it all in. Then without warning, I felt one of his fingers (a longer one) shove roughly deep inside me. “Oh man, what a tight faggot ass…” He began pistoning it in and out quickly, much like he liked to do with his cock in my mouth.
I was fairly used to having my ass penetrated even though I had never been fucked before. For the last few years, my patented way of masturbation including putting a condom on the end of my mom’s plunger and suctioning it low on my bedroom door. I would then proceed to back up into it repeatedly; fucking myself with the handle end of the tool my mom uses to unclog toilets. I was like some masturbation genius.
In any case, having conditioned myself for anal sex in this way, I was able to focus on using my mouth to help unload the black stallion in front of me. He was getting into it, I imagine, seeing his friend preparing to mount me from behind. I could feel his ass pushing off the bed, meeting the downward thrusts of my mouth. Meanwhile, Tony had two fingers digging in deep, so deep that each push hit me right on the prostate. I was leaking my own pool of precum all over Tony’s bed.
His aggressive, thick fingers suddenly pulled out of my ass and instantly I felt the head of his big Mexican cock up against my hole. Something about high school boys being all eager to get off or something. In another show of said eagerness, he forced the entire length of his cock in my butt in one fast and hard thrust. It caught me off guard. I pulled my mouth away from Tyson’s slicked down cock and let out a bit of a yelp, to which they both replied with laughter. “You’re not done yet, faggot,” Tyson laughed and directed my head back to his dick. I continued, trying to maintain focus on the front half of my body.
In back, Tony was really catching a rhythm. Instinctively, I was flexing my ass muscles around his cock, which he must have enjoyed, because he then said, “damn, Tyson…you sure…you don’t…want…some of this.” He would pause with each thrust. “Tightest…piece of ass…I ever had. Fuckin’ awesome…” I could feel his huge balls slapping me against the back of my thighs.
“Oh, I’m good, buddy…this boy’s fixin’ to have a big mouthful of black juice pretty quick,” Tyson replied.
Pretty quick, my ass! This went on for about 20 minutes. Both jocks were panting and moaning increasingly louder and more frequently. Luckily, my personal ass training at home prepared me well for Tony’s merciless fucking, and I was able to get my bearings. I would meet each of his powerful, fast thrusts, backing up hard into it. A clapping sound filled the room, and was only interrupted by their moans and comments.
Tyson pulled his dick from my lips at this moment. Backing up completely against the wall, he got on his knees and aimed his cock back at my mouth. I had Tony on his knees behind me fucking my ass like it was about to go out of style – this boy had stamina! – and now Tyson was on his knees in front of me about to do the same to my mouth. And indeed he did. They timed it so that each cock was punching into me at the same time, pulled out in sync as well. While I felt Tony’s big Mexican nuts hitting the back of my legs, I felt Tyrone’s considerably tighter black balls hitting me in the chin. This continued for about 5 more minutes, when…
“Dude, I gotta shoot soon…you close?” Tony asked.
“Anytime, bro,” Tyson responded.
Tony abruptly pulled his cock from my ass and they both manhandled me so that I was now on my back – lying in my own pool of precum – with each of their dicks about 2 inches from each side of my face. They were feverishly stroking their cocks. Tyrone was pinching one of his own nipples. Tyrone was first. I could tell by the volume of his moans he was close, but then he grabbed my chin, turned my head towards his dick head and pulled down on my jaw, opening my mouth. “Oh fuck, faggot, here it comes…I’m gonna shoot my load down your faggot throat.” And out gushed one of the biggest spurts of cum I had ever seen. A half a second later, it was hitting the back of my throat, roping down the side of my face. Shot after shot followed, mostly landing in my mouth, but a few stray shots splashing against my cheek and chin, one across my nose. He was still milking it a bit when Tony started moaning louder and he quickly grabbed my chin and turned me towards his own cock. “Open up, faggot…” I did.
“Oh…ahhhh….ahhhh…ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Load after load after load of his own cum began firing into my mouth. He was much better at getting it all in. I was busy swallowing all of Tyson’s load when this fresh Mexican cream replaced it. The shots were smaller, more powerful, but Tony shot off the same amount, if not more. He continued cumming for what seemed like 2 minutes, firing load after load into my tongue. When he finished, he slapped his softening dick against my lips, which Tyson took as a cue and did the same. Tyson’s cock was slapping into the streaks of cum that he had shot moments ago. They were both laughing.
“Good job, faggot,” Tony muttered at me. He then climbed off the bed, followed moments later by Tyson, and they both began wiping off their cocks with some already dirty clothes on the floor. They were still laughing and saying things that I couldn’t hear, partially due to sheer disorientation. Then, all of a sudden, a t-shirt landed on my head. I looked back to see Tony and Tyson, both still getting dressed. Tony looked at me and said, “well don’t just lie there, faggot. Get dressed.” I climbed off the bed and started getting dressed. Tyson, who was finished, said, “Aiight, T., thanks for the tip…see you at practice.” Then, to me, he said, “and dude, that was some dope ass head you gave me. Hope you won’t have a problem with doing that again.” Then he turned and left. I knew I had no choice. I didn’t want anyone at school to know I was gay.
“Wanna watch some TV?” Tony then asked, like nothing at all had happened.
From that day on, that’s pretty much how it would work. Things were normal between Tony and me until about every third or fourth day, when he would tell me to meet him at his house. Tyson would be there sometimes. Other times it was just me and Tony. Tony would treat me like a dirty faggot while he was fucking me or making me blow him, then return to normal for the next three or four days. This continued through the summer following our senior year.
Tony injected a bit of creativity into it as well. Once he made me blow him while we were waiting for a train to pass by. He made me blow him once while Angie was showering at his house before we were all set to go out. Tyson would just occasionally show up wanting to get his rocks off as well. At the end of the summer, Tyson moved away on a football scholarship. He never fucked my ass with that big black dick (little did I know how much black cock I’d have in my ass in the future…), although I always wished he would have. Tony and I continued our arrangement until early the following year when OOPS, he got Angie pregnant and they moved in together. After that point, it happened two more times, and then I ended up going off to school. But I’ll never forget my first experiences with big, straight black and Mexican dicks…
The end.
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