A gay sex story: The Beginnings of a Cock Addict Ch. 04
My phone chimed as a new email landed in my inbox: BOY, I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. I KNOW WHAT YOU NEED.
My blood ran cold and my eyes went wide. What the hell is this? I thought those two perverts were done with me!
I should have just deleted the email. I should have deleted my entire account! Just close my account and let that entire night’s events vanish into obscurity like a bad dream. I was just about to delete the email when I noticed it had an image attached. My cock tingled and forced me to open the email.
The image was huge. A high-res photo of two partially erect cocks, their engorged purple heads nestled against each other like they were kissing. I knew instantly which cock belonged to which man. After all, I had explored every last inch of those two dicks and ball sacks with my mouth, hands, face and asshole. My cock lurched at the sight of the two meat sticks but my poor abused boy hole puckered. Even though it had been over a week, my ass was still sore from the hammering those two dicks had given me.
There was a message below the image.
BB: Boy, we’re having a pool party this weekend. It’s a ‘Daddy Boy’ party. You’ll be in attendance. The party starts at noon and I will need to ship you your party attire. Respond to this email with your address.
“What the hell is a ‘Daddy Boy’ party?” I thought. My brain immediately filled in the blanks and my cock twitched again in my pants. I looked at the email and saw another line in the message.
BB: P.S….my partner wants you to know you’re the sweetest cocksucker he’s ever had.
I blushed and my stomach filled with butterflies. What? Why the hell was I blushing?? Was I really getting flustered over these two old men? Was I actually really flattered by his compliment on my cock sucking techniques?
Mad at myself, I moved to delete the email…instead I found myself replying.
Me: Yes daddy, I will be in attendance. Here’s my address.
“Don’t send. DON’T SEND. DON’T DO IT.” I yelled at myself. FUCK! I sent the reply.
Two days later a small box arrived on my doorstep. I could only imagine what was inside. I cut the tape and nervously pried open the box, my mouth gaped wide as I looked over my ‘party attire’.
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Saturday finally arrived and I found myself once again driving an hour north, my hands tight and sweating on the wheel of my car. Why was I doing this? Was this really what I wanted? To suck and fuck a bunch of old men? My aching cock said yes. I took a deep breath as I rounded the corner and down the small residential street. There were quite a few more cars lining the street than last time, several spilling out of BB’s driveway.
Wow, this Daddy Boy party must be pretty popular. I wondered what kind of other men would be in attendance. Nervously, I wondered how I’d stack up against the other ‘boys’. I bet knowing these two perverts they had quite the stable of fit, young, talented cock pleasers at their disposal. I reached down and adjusted my crotch as it strained against the party attire I had worn under my jeans. I parked and took another deep breath.
“It’s okay,” I told myself “You’re just going to go in and see what all the fuss is about…if you end up watching a few boys having sex with some old men that’s not a big deal. You don’t have to participate. Maybe you can just suck the two cocks you know and get it out of your system. It’s no big deal.” Shaking, I stepped out of the car and made my way to the front door, quickly ringing the bell.
BB, of course, answered. He stood there grinning and wearing a white robe with no belt, his big belly hanging low over a bright neon speedo that hugged his heavy manhood.
“Hey boy, how was the drive?” He said, ushering me inside. It was clear by his familiar tone that he knew I’d come. There was no doubt in my mind. He knew I’d come back.
I shrugged, apprehensively.
“Hi.” I squeaked, like some tiny pathetic animal scared of his own shadow. I could see quite a bit of movement on the patio behind BB. Unlike last time, the unusually quiet house was buzzing with music and loud conversations.
“I take it you’re wearing your party attire under those pants there, right? C’mon, take off those pants, boys don’t wear clothes in the house.” BB urged, casually squeezing my ass. I guess he had earned that right. After all I had let the man stick his dick in my mouth and my asshole…was I really going to shy away from his wandering hands?
I nodded and unbuttoned my jeans, slowly peeling them down my legs.
My ‘party attire’ was absolutely ridiculous. A tight, pink jockstrap that looped below my bare ass cheeks and barely covered my penis behind a small triangle of light pink lycra. The word “BOYBUSTER” was embroidered across the waist strap. In addition to the jockstrap, my ‘uniform’ consisted of a pair of black thigh-high leggings that stretched up my legs. BB smirked and chuckled.
“Hah, I didn’t actually think you’d wear the stockings. Those were supposed to be a joke. You really are a born faggot, aren’t you?” BB teased as he pulled the elastic on one of the leggings and let it snap against my thigh.
“Oww!” I jumped.
“Hey, look who’s right on time.” BB called as his partner strode out from the darkened hallway. He was dressed similar to BB in a white bathrobe and a neon speedo. He grinned devilishly and changed course to greet me at the door.
“There’s our sweet little cum guzzler. Eager to get your mouth on our dicks again?” He teased, helping himself to a feel of my crotch as he smoothed the lyrca over my cock and balls. “Hmm. Still a little room in there. Told you we should have ordered the smaller one for him. He’s only got a little baby dick down there after all.” The partner kissed me on the top of the head and padded off, leaving me alone with BB, red and embarrassed.
“Hahahah,” BB laughed as his hand slid from my ass, up my back to the base of my neck. “Here, hold still. You need to wear this.” He muttered as he lashed a thin leather collar around my neck, quickly following behind it with a light pink leash that matched my stupid jockstrap. It was all a bit much. I felt even more over my head than last time. These were experienced, practiced, gay men…and I was just some little former straight boy who’s curiosity had gotten the better of him.
“Come on, boy, let’s join the party.” BB muttered, tugging the leash and leading me through the living room and out the back door.
I squinted as BB led me into the sunlight, my eyes blurry as I surveyed the yard. It was a decent sized lot, for sure, a big blue pool taking up most of the space. Overhead, a slatted patio cover cast striped shadows over my lean, absurdly dressed body and I felt more than a few eyes fall on me.
As my eyes adjusted, I noticed all the flesh. Big, hairy, tanned men everywhere. Their huge bellies all slung low over their shorts and speedos. Broad muscular shoulders and arms glistening in the midday sun. Thick thighs with large butts stretching their swimming trunks. It was an intimidating sight and I felt my already frightened cock shrivel a bit further under my jockstrap. I gulped as my eyes bounced from man to man and I suddenly felt an unholy fear grip me.