Teaching Alan the Ropes

[Hotload84]

How did I meet Alan? He worked at the Daltons I frequent. He’d processed enough of my special orders and backorders that we’d cum to know each other by name. On occasion he’d call my home to tell me this book or that had come in. I always suspected Alan was Gay. I might have tried to make something of it, were I not 42 and POZ; and I imagine Alan was in his low twenties. So I’d always smile or wave and leave it at that.

Actually I did see him around. At a bookstore, too, though not of the Daltons variety—where I and my colleagues went to get off. When our eyes met, his countenance lit up. “Hi, Mr. Wilson.” “Alan! Nice to see you! And the name is Jim.” Alan glanced around at the men cruising the corridors. “These guys are Gay, aren’t they, Jim? I’ve never been in here before. I haven't often come in here - I usually just dream about it..”

“Then you’re among friends. Tell you what. See that Green Door over there? That leads to the bar. Let’s have a drink, talk it over; and, if you want, I’ll show you around.” “Okay - I'll meet you in a couple of minutes.” We crossed into the bar and took a remote table near the johns. I approached the bartender and ordered two bourbon-and-cokes, and returned to Alan where he told me about himself. Turned out Alan only thought he was Gay, cause he’d never really had sex outside of fooling around with some high school buds. And he was there to find out “the truth.”

I sipped my drink and ordered him another which he gulped down as I recounted what I’d seen at the bookstore—Fucking and Sucking, Rimming and Orgies, and, occasionally, Fisting and Crossdressing. “Doesn’t anybody go in just to watch? I mean, do you have to do something?” “Course you don’t. You can be as picky and choosy as you want. And go home just as horny as when you came in. Tell you what. Let’s share a booth and watch a movie and you can judge for yourself.”

After his third drink, a double, Alan was on the verge of inebriation—totally relaxed, inhibitions vanished, but not quite tipsy. Given his youthful and lissome appearance, the stalkers were ready to pounce, so I quickly ushered the guy into a Booth. I purposely selected a Stall with Glory Holes on both sides. As I latched the door, there was a mad dash to the adjoining compartments.

I stripped down and told Alan to take off his Tee and pull down his jeans. Reluctant at first, he sheepishly complied. When he was down to his briefs, I urged him to peer through one of the Holes. The Sleaze in the next Stall was beating off with one eye on Alan. Nervously, Alan licked his lips. The Fag misinterpreted, and slid his fat slimy Cock through the hole. Alan was uncertain of the protocol, so I handed him my bottle of Poppers and bent down to demo. Literally holding my nose (the dude in the next Stall was a Sleaze) I wrapped my lips about the odious Shaft and proceeded to Suck—one, two, three deep strokes, before taking the fetid Manshaft down my throat.

Alan had never done Amyl before, let alone sucked a Cock, so I instructed him to uncap the bottle, take 3 hits in each nostril, and inhale deeply. I pushed him to his knees and guided his lips toward the effusive Pole. Inhibitions diminished by booze and the fumes, with his natural instincts Alan was transformed from an inexperienced man into a rip-roaring Fag. Glistening fibers of Precum dangled from the Stranger’s Piss Slit to the Youth’s lips, as Alan, appetite whetted by his first taste of Manmeat, grew cognizant of what was to Cum. After a few minutes of Cocksucking, the Sleaze Pit moaned loudly.

“Don’t let me down, guy. Use the Poppers. Inhale deeply. Keep on Sucking the Dude.” In a second Alan was rewarded with his first Load of Cum as DISEASED SEED spewed down the Teenager’s throat. Yeah, I knew the Fucker was POZ. Of course I didn’t want to bother Alan with such trivia, but I was ecstatic at how quickly the Boy had been exposed to the Bug. Alan initially had trouble taking the Venom. The Poison oozed down his chin. But I urged him to swallow as much as he could, and thank the Sleaze for fucking his face.

He came down from his sexual high dripping with sweat and inundated with Cream. Sensing he was a bit overwhelmed, I urged him to make the Amyl his constant companion, and use it freely and often. I suggested that, as a Newbie and a First Timer, it behooved him to suck the guy in the opposite booth who’d been patiently waiting. His desire piqued, Alan pigged out at the other Glory Hole, sliding his lips on a nice seven-incher, a definite upgrade from the previous Shaft. His timorousness (along with his fear of disease) diminished as I spewed a licentious stream of obscenities in his ear. Shortly, Alan was honored with his second Load of the night as the man spasmed and shot a Wad down his throat.

I couldn’t help but smile as Alan wiped his lips. While I had previously pointed out the Green Door, I had failed to mention the black one, beyond which the Youth would soon learn what it meant to be a manpussy. From overdoing the Poppers and the effect of the booze, Alan didn’t feel so hot. I accompanied him to the john where he felt queasy and sick. I avowed I had just what he needed, and pulled a little blue Pill I kept stashed in my billfold. He gulped it down. We sat down on the bench by the staff lockers to wait. I’d given him an Amphetamine I rarely indulged in, because of its strength. I groped his thigh, till I felt his Cock stiffen. “How you feelin’?” “Much better!” In fact, he was flying. We passed through the black door into the back room.

In the dark chamber, unseen hands groped Alan as I tongued his lips and lobes. I implored him to go with the flow and let it happen—that this was what he wanted and needed, and it was wrong to resist. Coarse impatient hands unbuckled his belt and pulled off his Tee as his jeans dropped to the floor. As our eyes adjusted, we made out a dozen guys of all ages and sizes, one threesome entwined in simultaneous shagging, as their compatriots inched their way towards the Boy. Deviants on their knees ravished Alan's Cock and Balls, while others suckled his Nips and nuzzled his neck. I knelt to eat his Mancunt, as I withdrew a small tube of Vaseline from my sock. I worked one, then two greased fingers into his Pussy while I lubed up my Cock. God! It was all I could do to resist ramming my whole Fist up his Ass! But that would have spoilt the fun yet to Cum.

Alan moaned and, remembering his Poppers were trapped in his fallen pants pocket, eagerly accepted a little brown bottle from one of the Dudes. I grasped Alan’s hips, pressed my stiffening Dick to his Anus, and slid in till my Balls bounced off his Ass Cheeks. Although Alan showed every indication of being a natural born Bottom, he had a great deal of difficulty accepting my Shaft; and the guttural groans from deep in his throat were not strictly moans of delight. But the Poppers and the Amphetamine, along with the Alcohol still in his system, allayed his discomfort. So I pounded and plowed his ex-Virgin Hole till ropes of POZ Jizm shot into his Ass. Sated and exhausted, I withdrew and came out coated with a Slimy Veneer of Cum, Shit, and Blood.

Next the Dude who’d offered Alan the Poppers impaled the Youth. Facilitated by previous deposits of Cum, the second and subsequent Penetrations went smoothly. By the end of the night Alan had taken 7 Loads up his Ass and 9 down his throat, lacking mine, which I was saving for later. Not bad for a Virgin. Most of the Dudes who plowed Alan were acquaintances, a couple of whom I call friends. At least 3, maybe 4, of the Loads had been POZ. At one point, a small contingent of Alan’s admirers chanted, “Charge Him! Charge Him!”—though I’m convinced Alan, as ensnared by concupiscence as he was, didn’t hear or just didn’t care.

When we left at 4 AM, Alan remarked he had no idea how great ManSex could be, and how he would have done every guy in the joint, were it not for the persistent pain in his Butt and the Blood. He asked if I had another of those little blue Pills, and I said he’d have to come back to My Place to get one. I also suggested a little Pot and a stiff drink might help him sleep. Without further ado, I guided him to my car. The night was as old as I was, but the morning was young. And there was still much to be done.

Edited February 3, 2011 by Hotload84

[Hotload84]

I decided to move this to Chem Sex Fiction because of the mention of Amphetamines. I also cleaned it up a bit, and added tags.

[mike43]

Mmm great story

[Dukewolfe]

Cool story got me hard and dripping precum more please

[rawmansf]

excellent