This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only. If it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit this web page now. It includes unsafe sex practices 'coz it's just words on a screen; for those who live in the real world, practice safe sex.
This is part 4.
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Life with Paul is like living with Dr, Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Sometime, he's talking to me like a sane cool dude, other times, his making me drink his piss and mine from a bowl on the floor. I don't know when one starts and the other ends. Even the presence of my dad or Linda would not stop him - one dinner time, his hands were under the table, fondling my package through my flimsy basketball shorts. When I was all tent up, he then "accidentally" spilled some juice on me to force me to stand up. All of them told me to change clothes, but to my Dad and Linda's disbelief, I just sat there, shrugged and pretended it was nothing (though I was obviously soaking wet). But there was also one instance, when Paul and I are alone watching a game on TV, when Paul raised his up to me. I really thought Paul was going to smack me, turns out, he was high-fiving. Yes, I was a little jumpy - that's life with Paul. But there are good things too. Besides getting fucked every which way by his meaty arrow, Paul had taken it upon himself to be my personal trainer (in a none kinky sense) - he got me into lifting weights, running with him in the morning, and eating like him too (No wonder the guy has such a bod!) After more than a month of training, my friends started noticing: I was tight!
When school started again, I didn't see much of Paul anymore. He started on a new job which had him working the nightshift. The few times I did see him, he didn't even acknowledge me. Honestly, I thought that was it between us. He got tired of me and found himself a new bitch. Sure enough, it wasn't long thereafter when he told us he has found a new apartment and was finally moving out. I was mixed-up about the news. On one hand, I am rid of the psycho, on the other, I might not find another psycho exactly like him.
One Friday night a week before he was moved out, he peeked inside my room and told me to stay home the next day. When I asked him why. He just said it's a surprise.
The next day, I woke up to an empty house. I don't know where all of them went. I had just cleaned myself up when I heard Paul summon me.
"Hey pussy boy, where are you. Get your twat over here!" Paul shouted out so loud my dick twitched.
I ran down as fast as I could. He was in the living room, standing with his arms crossed.
"Assume the position boy!" Paul said the moment he saw me.
I had no shirt on, so all I had to to was slide off my shorts and kneel. My dick was quickly going full mast. It was only when I was on my knees did I notice that Paul was holding the dog collar and leash he had used on me before. He attached them around my neck again. He then produced a marker from his back pocket. He gave this to me with instructions to write 'FUCK ME" across my chest. He had me write th words so big that it went from armpit to armpit.
"Who would have thunk it?" he said when I was done writing.
I wasn't really sure what he meant but before I could ponder any further, he ordered me to take his jeans off for him. I did. I can see that his cock is already straining against his underwear. which Paul had me take them off too. The most amazing part of his body was once again available for my viewing. I wanted to do more than just view it, though.
"You like this, boy" Paul said as pulled his cock down only to let it slap back up to his belly.
"Yes, sir, I do."
"Well, quit drooling there and suck on it, boy."
I tried to put his member into my mouth but he kept on moving it away - teasing me. He did this for a long while. I was feeling exasperated; he was enjoying it. I was, in essence, a dog after a juicy bone. Finally, he let go of his meat and let me have it. I sucked on it knowing that this might be the last chance I get. I was making sure we would both remember this.
I was so in the moment, giving the best head I could muster, that I was startled shitless when I heard a voice from behind me.
"I fucking knew it! I knew he was a fag. I knew it!" said a familiar voice.
"Holy shit!" yelped another familiar voice.
I wanted to turn around but Paul grabbed my head in place.
Don't stop." Paul warns me.
I continue sucking. I then saw the two visitors, in my peripheral vision, coming closer. What the hell, I thought; it was Andrew and Jeff, my basketball teammates! I was horrified. In as much as I was already comfortable being with Paul, I had my worlds, my social personalities, separated. With basketball, it was the old me, a straight sport-loving goof-ball. Now that dividing wall has shattered to bits.
"I knew you were a faggot, man. I knew it. I've seen you check our packages out when we're in the locker room and shit." Jeff says excitedly, like he just won a bet.
Maybe he has, I second thought. I couldn't respond to him - Paul's hand told me to keep on doing what I was doing. I was probably a sight to behold. My mouth wrapped around another guy's dong, a dog collar around my neck, an invite written across my chest, and I was kneeling with a raging hard-on that was dripping precum on the carpet.
"He's really digging it." Andrew says.
"Like a fucking whore," Jeff says.
"Did you guys bring...?" Paul interrupted them but left his question incomplete.
"Yeah, yeah. In the car. Didn't say anything." Jeff said, "Should I?"
Paul nodded. He also turned us around so that our sides were facing the front door. Jeff left only to come back guiding a blindfolded person by the hand. I recognized him right away. The hairs on my skin stood up in horror. It was my best bud Tom. I tried to pull away but Paul had his grip firmly on me. Jeff took Tom's blindfold off.
"Surprise!" Jeff says.
His eyes focused on Paul first.
"Paul? What's going -"
Then he saw me.
"Matt?"
I looked at Tom, hoping that he could read my eyes. I wanted to say sorry though I really didn't know then what I was sorry for. Tom stood there for a moment, obviously shocked, then he stormed out of the house. There was silence in the room. I wanted to crumble, melt, disappear.
Paul broke the silence.
"So, you two also leaving or do you want to have some of this?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, dude" Jeff said.
Andrew smiled and noded his head. A small 'yeah' escaped his mouth.
"Well, she's all yours." Paul says, releasing his hold on me.
Jeff was quick to drop his pants and his briefs. I've seen his dick before but this is the first time I've seen it hard. His was thin and hooked forward, yet it looked almost as long as Paul's.
"Come 'ere, Matt, I know you've been wanting this for a long time."
It was true, I had wanted to suck Jeff's dick for quite some time now. I just never thought I would actually get a chance to. I crawled to were he was standing, the leash still hanging from my neck. I grabbed hold of his dick. Yes, focus on this, I thought. Forget about Tom and just concentrate on what you do best.
I sucked Jeff's dick like it was Paul's. I gave it the same attention as I would Paul's. I tightened my lips firmly on the head and slid my way down to the base. Jeff moaned on that one. I pulled his body towards me then went crazy on his pole. Sucking for all I was worth (I felt worthless at that moment actually). In a few more seconds, I felt Jeff tense up. I then buried him deep inside me and then he came. Gush after endless gush he convulse all his white juice into me.
When Jeff pulled out I noticed that Andrew was already openly stroking his cock. Without waiting for instructions, I crawled to him. All the while this was happening, Paul had sitted himself on the couch, watching the spectacle, strocking his own meat as well. I had barely begun my sucking when the front door opened. Tom was back. All eyes turned to him. Tom stood there for a moment looking at me then he looked at Paul and tipped his head towards my direction. Paul simply nodded back.
Tom grabbed my leash and yanked me towards the couch. I coughed as the collar tugged into my throat.
"Get on the couch, you pervert!" Tom says.
"Please, Tom, don't." I pleaded.
"Get your fucking ass on that fucking couch, asshole!" Tom said. Rage was in his eyes.
I stood up only to be quickly yanked down again by TOm. I stumble to the gound. Paul grabs me from the shoulders and puts me on the couch. I start kicking. Tom signals the other two to help. Jeff and Andrew each take a hold of my leg. And with all four of them, they yanked my legs and butt to the side and over the couch's arm rests. Tom chucked his jeans and underwear in one swoop then rubbed some spit on his already hard cock. His cock was as long as Jeff's but it was thicker, definitely thicker.
"No, please, Tom, don't. please. Please!"
Then he did it. Tom impaled me with his cock. I screech. I think he just ripped my bung hole! There he was my best friend fucking the hell out of me. I still tried pleading with him but Paul had stuffed some cloth in my mouth and was holding my head and shoulders down. I looked at Tom but he had his eyes closed shut and lips twitching either in revulsion or anger. We were in that position for what seemed like forever. Tom had gone into a constant humpng rythm and I was just there, trying not to feel the pain or the shame. Tom started cursing, and the more he cursed, I could tell the closer he was getting.
"You stpid bitch! You fucking whore! You fuck, fuck FUCK!" and then he came.
When Tom pulled out, Andrew didn't miss a beat and stuck his dick right inside me. I don't know how big (or small) he was but I just didn't feel him anymore. I felt him hitting my hips, but not his dick at all. He may have had the same problem, and Paul, seeing this, told me to get on the floor on all fours. My elbows bucklesd a bit as I positioned myself on the floor.
"You take the head." Paul tells Andrew.
Andrew quickly gets himself in front off me and presents his dick. It wasn't long and it wasn't fat. It wasn't cut either but it was surely hard.
I took it in my mouth, again tasting my own shit and blood, but tthis time
I also tasted cum. My taste observations was put on hold as I suddenly felt Paul's cock slide easily into my ass. I couldn't suck Andrew too much, not with Paul shaking me with his humping. Andrew took over, pulling in and out, synching with Paul's thrust. I don't know why now, but my own dick started to grow. In fact, it started spewing threads of precum on the carpet.
Soon, I heard Andrew breathing heavier and heavier and even before I expected it, he starts cumming in my mouth. As if that was a signal for Paul, he started humping me faster and soon enough too, we both came at the same time.
To be continued...