("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Progressive Learning - 8 by Willing (volatw@aol.com) *** Bud and I showered together without much incident. We did pay a lot of attention to each others cocks, balls and asses. He started it, as usual, and I followed his lead. Both our cocks were leaking pre-cum by the time we finished. I wanted to cum, but he wouldn't let either me or himself do so. (M+/m, orgy) *** We dressed and went to dinner. At dinner the ones I came to recognize as #s 9-12 gathered around us. Two of them sat on either side of me, the other two on either side of Bud. Soon during dinner of steak, potatoes and green beans, I felt hands, one from either side on my legs, one on my left thigh, the other on my right thigh. Then they were fondling my balls and feeling my cock. I sprung a boner and started leaking pre-cum again, staining my shorts since I was wearing no underwear. One of the pre-cum-slimed hands slid under my t-shirt up to my nipple. The man's fingers pinched and rolled my hardening nub, one, the other, while the other hand still below the table stroked my cock smearing my slick juices over my cock, down onto my balls and into my perineum. I spread my legs to give the slimy hand better access and felt a finger slide up and down the crack of my ass, and press onto my crinkled star. I had lost interest in eating food by this time although I was only half finished with my meal. I reached down on either side of me to feel fat baskets of cock and balls. As I fondled the men's crotches I noticed dampness on their shorts also, since they, like me, were not wearing underwear. Nice sized cocks erected on either side of me. I fished my hands up the legs of their shorts to find fat cock-heads oozing pre-cum. I massaged their juices over their mushroom crowns, peeling back the foreskin of the one on my left. The more I played with their meat, the more they leaked pre-cum. As I grasped their knobs and fistfuls of shaft on either side of me. They started cutting my steak and feeding it to me with the baked potato, fully loaded of course, and the tasty green beans. They were feeding me alternately, a hand from each side with the food from their fingers. I could taste not only the good food, but my own pre-cum. Suddenly Bud moaned and slouched down in his seat on the picnic table bench opposite me. I felt hot jets of his cum shooting onto my legs. The men on either side of him had jerked him off onto me. One of the hands feeding me reached down and swabbed up some of Bud's cum. Fingers picked up a piece of my steak, covered with Bud's special sauce and brought it to my mouth. I took the piece of meat into my mouth, licked the fingers clean of all Bud's sauce and chewed the meat morsel. The man who had fed me that piece of meat put his lips against my ear and said, "You're a real cum-slut, aren't you?" "Umh huh," I answered still chewing on the medium-rare meat and tasting Bud's cum. "You just wait then you little whore," the man said, "until I get my meat in your mouth and give you a full load of my creamy, hot cum." Finished then with chewing the meat and swallowing it with Bud's cum, I said, "I can hardly wait." "You must wait though, Roy," Bud chimed in, "because we need to clean you out again before we go play with these guys." I just nodded. I knew exactly what Bud meant. The man sitting on Bud's right side, added, "Yes, you must be well cleaned when you take my meat. It's going in you deeper than any you've ever had before." This guy was a star football player with the local college team. He stood 6'4" was broad-chested, slim at the waist but with firm muscular buttocks, thick thighs, and feet at least taking a size 15 shoe I estimated now as he pressed a barefoot against my slimy, hard cock. "Well let's finish this damn dinner and get on to the main course," the man on Bud's left said insistently. "I am horny as hell. We'll go fishing in my boat after you and Bud get you prepped," he added. None of the other men at any of the tables near ours paid any attention to us. They were all busy with their own games, either in pairs or groups. "Take your time guys," the man on my left said. "We'll meet at Stu's boat after dark, about 9 o'clock, ok?" "Sure, ok," Bud agreed. We - Bud, Stu, Cleon - the football player, Henry, George and I - nodded our agreement. Turning our talk to night fishing, we finished our meals. While Stu, Cleon, Henry and George had another beer or mixed drink - Jack Daniels and coke - Bud excused the two of us. We returned to our tent. Both Bud and I stripped off our cum-stained shorts. Wearing only our t-shirts we lay together on the floor of our tent on our sleeping bags. Cuddled in each others arms we played with each others packages. He even kissed me on the mouth and murmured to me about what a grand finale I was going to have tonight. I fell asleep for a nice nap. All too soon, Bud was shaking me awake. "Get up, Roy," Bud said. "We need to get you read for the 'fishing trip' and go see what you are going to catch tonight. A big one at least, I think," he added with a lascivious grin. Bud and I went to the shower again, still naked from the waist down. He gave me three soapy enemas, cleaning me well. After I flowed clear liquid, Bud lubed my ass well and deeply pushing the lubricant into my ass canal with a syringe that I did not know he had until then. We stopped back by our tent to put on our swimming trunks, forcing our stiff erections into the white webbing of the boxer trunks. Then we went to Stu's boat by the river. Stu, Cleon, Henry and George were already there waiting for us. All were sporting their own hard-ons, tenting out their swimming trunks. Bud and I got on the boat, and Stu took us out into and then up the river, expertly in the darkness. The boat was spacious and well-equipped. We set out trolling lines and let the boat drift in the current. As soon as we had our lines set Henry and George invited me to the forward cabin. They peeled off my trunks and t-shirt and guided me onto the v-berth bunk after removing their trunks and t-shirts. They presented their hard cocks to my face. I knew how they wanted to start. So I played with their cocks and balls, swabbing their dicks against my cheeks before taking Henry's into my mouth, then George's. I went back and forth on them sucking their cocks, stroking them, fondling their balls and fingering their asses as they took turns fucking my mouth. After several minutes of this hot action, I was tasting, feeling and smelling their pre-cum in my mouth, and my erect cock was leaking pre-cum onto my legs, the excess dripping onto the bunk. They guided me to a kneeling position. Henry got behind me and nudged his cock-head at my tingling, lubed asshole. He eased his cock all the way into me while I sucked George. Slowly at first, then faster and faster Henry fucked my man-pussy, reaching around to stroke my slimy, dripping, hard cock and rocking me onto George's hard rod in my mouth. I started cumming at the ministrations of Henry's fist sliding up and down my cock. My cunt flexed open and closed on his shaft pummeling my ass, and he shot his load into me. He drove his cock hard, deep up into my bowels as he emptied his big balls, and George filled my mouth with a strong bolt of hot, creamy cum, another, another, another. He kept cumming as I gulped down his tasty, stringy shots, then wads of jism rolling onto my coated tongue. I sucked George's cock dry and cleaned it with my lips and tongue. He pulled away and fell back onto the bunk. Henry eased his cock out of my man-cunt. I turned around to clean his musky, cum-coated tool and to lick the slime off of his hairy sack. Henry moaned and squirted a final shot into my mouth. I swallowed, pulled off his cock and wiped my mouth with my hand. So far nothing special, but all the while I had been hearing Cleon and Bud on the deck catching fish, rebaiting and tossing out the trolling lines. Henry and George took turns showering in the tiny stall on the lower deck. As I lay relaxing on the bunk coated with a sheen of sweat, tasting the leavings of George's man- juice in my mouth and feeling Henry's cum leak slowly from my gaped asshole with my eyes closed, trembling just a bit from the royal fucking the two of them had given me, I heard Henry and George on the upper deck with Bud and Cleon. They were high-fiving from the sounds of the slapping palms and telling Bud what a great friend he was for bringing such a cum-slut whore for their pleasure. I heard Henry tell Cleon that he was not going to believe what a hot, tight cunt I had for him. George chimed in that my mouth was well worth the fucking as well. Then Henry and George took over the fishing. I dozed off for a moment. Half asleep I felt someone mount the bunk. A mouth kissed mine, nuzzled down my neck, went to one nipple, the other, kissed, licked further down. A tongue swabbed into my navel. My cock grew hard arching up toward the face on my belly. The tongue licked my balls, lips kissed them, mouth closing over one, the other then both as a hand massaged then stroked my cock. My legs were spread and lifted. The lips kissed my butt-cheeks. The tongue wet my cheeks then went into my cleft. I jerked as the tongue touched my slightly closed but still somewhat splayed asshole. Hands spreading my legs almost painfully wider apart and lifting them higher, the tongue slurped Henry's pungent cum from my man-cunt. "Ummmnh, uh, oh, yes," I moaned, sure it was Bud preparing me for Cleon. I was certain it was Bud when I felt the syringe slide into my hole and filled my canal with lube. Then I felt the body mount me, a cock-head press against my crinkled ring. The biggest knob I had ever felt before forced open my tight man-cunt and breached my spincther. The oversized mushroom slid just inside me. My man-pussy held it just below the ridge. "Unnnngh, ooooh, uunnnnh, too big, aaaah, it hurts," I complained, now realizing it must be Cleon, not my lover Bud. Cleon paused, staying still, letting me get used to his massive crown. One of his big hands played with my nipples, the other held one of my butt-cheeks. Sweetly, he said, "Just relax, Roy. You can take it. You want it. I know you do." "Ummmn, ummmnh, ummmn, I do want it Cleon," I agreed, "but it is so big. I have never had one that big before." I opened my eyes and looked up at him looking down at me. I concentrated, trying to relax. Cleon opened a brown bottle and presented the poppers to one of my nostrils. He held my other nostril closed. I took a deep sniff. He moved the bottle to my other nostril, and closed the opposite one. I sniffed again. As the chemical suffused through my body, warming me, causing my lungs to burn a bit, abdomen to tingle, then balls, and finally my man-pussy to open slightly, Cleon sniffed the poppers. I felt his huge cock throb, stiffen, the crown flare a bit. More of his big pole slide into my hole. "Ungh, ungh, ooooh, yeah," I groaned. Still more cock entered me. More of the poppers, one nostril, the other. My head reeled, dizziness overtook me. Cleon's fat log pushed deeper. The mushroom head pressed against the turn in my colon. "There, baby, there," he soothed me, "you've got more than anyone else has every taken. It feels so good, your cunt choking my cock, so hot, tight, wet." I felt a drawing back, some of Cleon's hammer sliding along my channel, backwards, pulling my stretched ring inside out. Just as I was starting to feel some slight twinges of pain from that movement, Cleon pushed his cock back into me, even deeper than before, straightening my colon. "Ah, oh yeah," Cleon said. My channel felt the wetness of his pre-cum running into me. He pulled back a bit further than before, pushed back in to his former depth. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck my pussy," I hissed at him, clasping his firm, muscular buttocks with both my hands. "Fuck me good," I pleaded. "Fuck me in and out." Cleon grinned down at me, then leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I tasted Henry's cum on his lips and tongue as our lips pressed together, our tongues twirled around in my mouth and his. His cock moved in and out, in and out, in and out. I was moaning continuously now. With my heels dug into the bunk I pushed up and down meeting the thrusts of Cleon's massive cock in my yielding man-pussy. He took more of the poppers, gave me more. I humped up at him harder, fucking myself onto his rod as he hunched it into me. I was trying to guess the size of the cock fucking me. Later we measured it hard again. It was 14" long and 7" around. He never got all of it into my willing man- cunt, but we sure pushed it to the limit. I had been running a steady stream of pre-cum when I felt a hand close around my aching cock, slime it with my juices and start stroking it. Then a mouth closed on my cock and sucked me. I looked down and there was Bud sucking me off in his mouth. Henry and George were on either side of me, their cock-knobs on my lips. I licked out with my tongue to slurp off their juices. One cock entered my mouth and withdrew, the other entered my mouth and withdrew. Who the fuck is driving the boat, I wondered? Then it occurred to me I had heard an anchor splash before the three - Bud, Henry and George came to join us. I shot my load in Bud's suctioning mouth. Cleon filled my bowels to overflowing his cock stiffening, lengthening, growing even thicker in me as he came. Henry and George came in my mouth, all over my face and chest. Bud mounted my face and fucked my mouth until he came. Cleon eased his cock out of my hole, leaving it gaping and drooling his cum, the lubricant and my juices from my well-fucked man-pussy. Bud, Cleon, Henry and George helped me off they bunk. They guided me up the stairs. In the dark of the night with stars shining brightly above and a full moon, we jumped overboard and bathed in the river by the boat. There was no doubt in my mind that Bud had rigged the lottery so the best was saved until last. We motored back to the campsite, and I staggered, straddle-legged to our tent with Bud. We had fish for lunch the next day, and the weekend was over. All that was left was breaking camp, packing and heading home. My ass was sore for all the next week from the adventure I would never forget. I guess Bud had no more surprises for me. I was well broken in by then. He and I settled into our usual sucking and fucking, and I thought often of the camping weekend with #s 1-12, especially Cleon. As I watched Cleon play football after that weekend I remembered well the gentle beginning of his lovemaking kissing, licking, sucking, rimming me, and fucking me so good with his big cock. To be continued? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 36