Spermed

[Toon]

Maybe it's because I was the youngest of five kids and "a surprise", but my parents always seemed old and tired to me. I wasn't really disciplined or even spanked that I remember. i was allowed to watch whatever I wanted on TV. I'll never forget being 9 or 10 years old and watching "Carrie" on cable with my parents sitting on either side of me on the couch. (I still don't think I've fully recovered from that final scene). We also watched a lot of boring 'grown-up' shows together. I never complained about the choice of program because I knew if I did, they'd tell me to go outside or do homework. Once. we were watching some courtroom drama when the the lawyer was telling the jury that the defendant had killed her lover because she had been spurned....only I thought he said it was because she had been spermed. How weird. I was old enough to know what sperm was, but I couldn't imagine how you spermed another person. It was years later that I learned what the word actually was and what it meant to be spurned. 

2002

I was living and working in a fairly big city. I finally came out at the age of 24 and was living the gay life except for the fact that I'd never had gay sex. I could imagine having a boyfriend and dating, but that's as far as my fantasies went. I had gay friends who tried to get me laid. Terry was one of them.

"Go on the computer and put a personal ad somewhere, anywhere. Start chatting and watching porn to get yourself worked up a little. I could send you some links".

I liked Terry a lot. He lived in my apartment building and met the day I moved in. I guess there was attraction there at first, but we ended up friends. He was pretty much a slut and recounted his adventures with men almost daily. I'm pretty sure he had HIV, but never asked. If he wanted me to know, he'd tell me. One Saturday night he coaxed me out to a bar called "Boots". I begged him to stay close because the place was pretty dark and sleazy. We'd already seen one guy blow another guy in the parking lot -- and the sun was barely down! The inside of the place was small, smoky and crowded. Terry got us some beers and searched for someplace we could sit. There was none. 

"It's probably not smart, but let's go down to the basement. It's less busy, but the guys there tend to be a little predatory. TRY to look less innocent! Frown or something". He mussed up mu hair a little and we descended the wooden stairs to the basement. There were two bars down there. One was pretty decently lit and didn't seem so bad, but there was nowhere to sit. We had to go to the darker bar which was further back.

"The bathroom is here, but don't go by yourself. Let me know and I'll take you in".

We sat at the bar. I wasn't a smoker back then, but felt like I'd already had half a pack from all the nicotine exhaust in the air. We sat at the bar on two ancient stools and the obese bartender chatted with us a little. He offered us free shots.

"Blue, this is Cal. He's new. Help me watch out for him tonight".

"He looks new. Too new. And you brought him down here??"

"He's fine. So don't make him nervous, Blue".

After the bartender left, I begged Terry to not worry so much about me. "And is he called 'Blue' by the way?"

"Who knows? I think maybe he had blue hair years ago". 

We sat and drank when suddenly I felt like smoking a cigarette. "Can you go get us some smokes?"

"I already have some. I figured you'd want one after being here for long enough. I always do".

We drank and smoked and Terry talked to a few guys he knew. Suddenly, a short, shirtless Hispanic guy sat next to me. He looked very fit but also unwell. He was maybe my age or a tad older. 

"Can I bum a smoke?"

I took one from the pack on the counter and handed it to him. Terry hadn't noticed because he was busy making some serious eye contact with some leather dude in the corner. 

"I'm Tito. What's your name?" Heavy accent.

"I'm Cal. You have a nice body, Tito".

"Thanks. I work for Goodwill and have to lift a lot of heavy boxes. I also drive a truck".

He paid for the next round. Terry had disappeared with his leather dude. We kept drinking and talking and smoking. I almost suspected he had dentures, but there was no way a guy that young would have false teeth. 

"What's your philosophy on life, Cal?"  Huh?

"I guess just to survive".

"I believe in the '3 C's....Compassion, Charity and Christ".

Oh no.

"But surviving is key too, friend. I'm glad I met you. Is this your first time here?"

"Yep".

More drinks.

His chest was so solid-looking. I reached out and touched it. And then we were kissing. A long time. I decided I needed a break.

"I gotta go use the restroom, Tito. Be back in a second".

It was empty. I almost expected too see another blowjob session...or worse. I had to go bad and it took me a long time to empty my bladder. I guess I was distracted by being with Tito, that I hadn't even notice anything else. The door squeaked open and in he came. He stood at the urinal next to me and let loose a loud, splashy stream of piss. Even though I was done, I stayed still and looked over. His dick was hard even though he was peeing. It was a nice penis. Not terribly long or thick, but the head was almost the size of a billiard ball. He was done, but left it hanging out for me to continue admiring. I felt my face burn as my dick got hard too. Right then, Blue waddled in. Terry had asked him to watch out for me and I guess that's what he was doing. Tito and I zipped up innocently and flushed at the same time. 

Back at the bar, we continued talking. He kept touching his crotch and asking me to feel it too.

"It's late. Nobody will care. Here...." He pulled out his light bulb of a cock.

I was in over my head already, so I thought "What the hell?" I felt it only  for a few seconds because I was too afraid of somebody seeing.

"It's late, Cal. Even the owner of this place doesn't mind a little 'slap and tickle' at this hour". I'd never heard that phrase before. 

"Slap and tickle?"

"Not literally, kid. You don't want me to actually slap you...or do you?"

"Probably not. No tickling at all, though. I would hate that way more than being hit".

"You sound a little drunk. Why don't we go to your place?"

That's when Terry came back. I guess he and Mr. Leather had finished their business already. I looked at him and his eyes flashed a tiny warning. He was also shaking his head back and forth every so subtly. Blue was back too. "Last call, gentlemen".

Terry helped me up from the stool and started leading me back upstairs.

"Hold on. Cal and I have plans already," Tito said.

"You don't have plans with my boyfriend!"

Tito looked crushed. He then shot me hateful stare. "You never told me you already had a boyfriend. There's a special circle in Hell for guys like you".

What happened? I went from feeling a man's great penis and wanting him to fuck me....to pissing him off and leaving. He issued a few more verbal abuses as we walked away:

"You're too stupid anyway. You're ten pounds overweight and have a round face like an infant. Get the fuck out of here already".  I knew he felt spurned and I hated that. 

Once we were in the parking lot, Terry turned to face me.

"I should have never left you alone and I'll never bring you here again".

"Tito is a nice guy. Why did you call me your boyfriend? His feelings are really hurt".

"That guy has been around forever. He's got AIDS and false teeth for Christ's sake!"

"Oh".

"Please tell me you didn't do anything with him. You didn't suck his dick did you??"

"No. I just touched it a little. And we kissed a lot. I don't think he has false teeth, though. I would have felt that".

"Of course he does. I've seen him at this very bar without them. His mouth caves in like an old man's. This was such a bad idea".

On the drive back to our apartment building, I asked him about the man he'd been with.

"It was fun. We just fucked in his Jeep and did a little blow. His cock was...my God! At least I got his number".

I went to bed that night and felt the room spin a little. I took Rolaids and thought about Tito. Tito.

I woke up the next morning, wishing I could call him and apologize. I wanted to explain, to stop feeling so guilty.

What I did was go back to "Boots" on my own. Several times. I didn't see Tito, but I saw Terry's leather friend. He saw me make eye contact and moved quickly to approach me.

"Hey -- I know you, right?"

"No. You saw me about a week ago with Terry and you guys hooked up....in your Jeep".

"Oh. Him. Everybody in town has hooked up with that guy. I remember now. You were hanging out with Tito. He lives one floor above me, but I don't really know him or anything. Seems like a nice guy, though".

"He is. He hates me now and I can't really blame him".

"I don't hate you. I like you. Do you like ME?" 

Well, it was a little hard to get past all the crazy leather...especially the cap. But he wasn't bad. We ended up having some drinks and talking about nothing. Blue was there again. He rolled his eyes when he saw me. I guess I had a bad reputation already. Great. I just kept drinking as my new leather friend started pawing me. 

"I'm Steve, by the way. You ever been with a real man?"

"I haven't been with any man".

"Not even Terry, your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend. He told Tito that because he wanted to get me out of here".

"Oh. Well then we can have sex then, right?"

I just smiled and ordered another drink. I already knew he had an amazing dick and wanted to see it, but I needed to be more drunk. Steve lined us up with several shots and we worked our way through them as closing time approached.

"You know how Terry described your dick? He just said 'oh my god'".

"Look for yourself". He'd already slipped t out of his leather pants. It was like something out of science fiction. Fat, long and hard as granite. I started to bend over to kiss it, but he stopped me.

"Not now, Cal". I didn't remember telling him my name. "Let's get out of here".

I followed him. He was huge and everybody looked st us as we walked out. We sat in his infamous Jeep for a few seconds.

"I'm going to have to sober you up a little. Here. He handed me a tiny plastic bag of white powder. Cocaine. I'd never even smoked weed before, but here I was putting a tiny straw up my nose and sniffing a real drug. It burned....in a good way. Now I knew why so many people liked it.  Steve was right about its sobering effects. I was immediately alert and very awake. 

"My heart is pounding. I don't think I'm OK".

"You just overdid it a little. My fault. Here -- take this". He handed me a tiny pill and I swallowed it without thinking. I was very awake, but definitely not very smart. 

We drove a short distance to a residential street in a rundown neighborhood. He helped me walk up to a big house with three stories.

"Is this your house?"

"No. It's divided into apartments and I live on the second floor. Tito is on the third, but no lights are on. He's out".

I lived in place like this while going to college. But there was a row of mailboxes on the front porch and I saw only one here. He unlocked the door and we climbed a flight of stairs up to his place. There was no number on the door and he didn't use a key to open it. I thought it was weird, but my brain was a bit foggy and couldn't form any questions. His place was a mess. Clothes, full ashtrays  and dirty plates and magazines were lying around everywhere.

"Sorry. I wasn't expecting company tonight. We went into a small room with just a big TV and and beat-up couch. Steve sprawled on the couch and told me to take his boots off. He lit a cigarette and watched me kneel down and pull off his giant leather boots. I fully expected to find leather socks on his feet, but they were just plain white and regular. And slightly smelly. I removed them as well. He ordered me to remove his pants too, That was a little more difficult and I was having trouble. I was just too out of it.

"Never mind. Stay right where you are and I'll finish. I sat like a dumb squirrel while this giant man got naked inches from me. He was then totally nude except for the leather cap which he left on. My guess is that he was bald, but I didn't dare ask. 

"Suck my fuckin' cock, Cal".

I tried. It was just so big and I had no experience. I worked as much of it in my mouth as I could. I tried to pretend I was Terry and be more slutty. I got an inch or two more  in and started gagging. I thought I was going to vomit. I was determined, though. As I sucked him, he started telling me something about the rules I need to follow to become a "slave". Slave? Was he kidding? I gagged again, and that was when he told me to stop. He started beating his enormous dick and built himself up to an orgasm. He wouldn't put it in my mouth. He just sprayed my face with his hot, heavy load. 

"Good boy. Now stay here and don't clean off your face. I need to make a quick call".

I tried to collect myself a little. He didn't say I has to keep kneeling so I got up and sat on the couch. I'd so many things tonight. I tried to catalog all of them in my head. but nothing would stick. Dammit. I should have not taken that pill. Maybe if he let me do more cocaine? I sat there nakedly and heard him on the phone out in the hall. Maybe he was on speaker phone because I could have sworn I heard two voices. Maybe. I wish he'd come back. Then he did. Still nude. He wasn't completely hard.

"Get up and follow me. You didn't wipe your face did you?"

No Sir".

"Good boy. Let's go.

We went to the next room which is where I guess he slept. It was pretty bad. There was just a bare mattress on the floor and stacks of dirty laundry. 

"Now lay down. On your back. You're going to get fucked proper now. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good, Sir".

I lied flat on the grimy mattress and closed my eyes.

"SURPRISE!"

In walked Tito, naked and hard. 

I sat up a little and wanted to ask what was going on. "LAY BACK, BOY! Don't make this any worse".

My heart was pounding again.

"This house is mine and Tito is my roommate. He had me go get you and bring you to him. Don't worry. He knows that night wasn't what he thought. You're sorry. He's sorry. But you're still getting fucked".

Tito padded barefoot up to the mattress and then straddled me. 

"Look at you, Cal. You've got a face covered with HIV. How's it feel?"

He didn't have his teeth in. His face was different but still handsome. "Do you have AIDS, Tito?"

"Oh yeah. So does Steve. We're still not sure who got it first, nut we do know who's getting it next. You".

They gave me cocaine and strong-smelling stuff from a little bottle. I took it all in greedily until I was in another solar system. Tito lowered himself down and Steve spread my legs. My ex-enemy still seemed a little mad as he pushed the huge head into my ass. I think there was an audible tearing sound when he got it in. I yelled and begged and cried, but who would help me now? He kissed me with his toothless mouth and I could feel huge gobs of his saliva going down my throat. He got up a little and stared down into my face.

"Still want to be slapped, Cal?"

"I...."

Then he smacked me hard in the face with his open palm. "I like abusing little boys and so does Steve, but his hands are bigger. So get ready".

He went back to sloppily kissing me and started tightening his jabs. He was going to cum AIDS into me and I could do nothing. He came, that huge pink head expanding and pushing sperm into my body.  And it was done. I'd been fucked. A few weeks ago, I would have never imagined this. He smiled at me and slapped me one more time. He peeled himself away and then it was Steve's turn. He was such a giant, but the fucking didn't hurt as much on this go around. I took his load and then we all relaxed a little. 

"This mattress is soaked with blood, Steve. We gotta throw it out".

"I got a new one, still in the plastic, stowed in the attic. This will be Cal's quarters from now on".

We did more coke and more poppers and even a few nightcaps before another round of fucking. I dozed a little at some point. 

So I ended up living there and paying rent. Tito and Steve moved all my stuff to the second floor. I was forbidden to ever talk to Terry again and that made me sad. There was still an active  chat about making me into an official slave, but that would require a lot of time and me proving myself. None of that could really start until I got over the horrible flu I'd developed out of the blue.

Steve and Tito took turns sleeping with me at night. I was constantly being fucked by one or both of them. 

I lived 24 hours a day being constantly spermed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[rawbbpozbtm]

i love the word sperm as a verb!!  

[nkdnick]

fuck hot I loved that

[lynn1964]

I'm sad he had to stop talking to Terry though. That sucks!

[backpackguy]

I absolutely LUV being spermed, spermed and spermed again...can't get enough of it!!!!!