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Subject: {ASSM} "Piglet Initiation Rites"
Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2002 09:10:02 -0400
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-piglet initiation rites-


  I started young. Really young. When did I start living for
this? This thought floats through my mind as I kneel in the back
stall of a gas-station restroom, my knees slick in a growing
puddle of sperm and piss, while the gentlemen standing before me
tucks away his spent member, barely affording me a glance on his
exit. His sperm is caked upon my face, and running down onto my
chest as it cools, and as I idly begin to scoop up the clotting
sperm from the floor with feverish hands, one thought occupies my
mind: I want more. Sucking the filthy matter from my fingers, I
sit back on the toilet, and, taking my cock in my hand, I begin
to masturbate slowly, and wait patiently for my next feeding.
Glancing at the chipped and stained expanse that makes up the
sidewall of the stall, I notice that some would-be artist has
painstakenly etched a scene onto the surface, and I lean closer
to peer at it intently, something about the image pulling at me.
In the drawing, a young man is sitting atop a toilet, his legs
splayed wide as an improbably large man drives an equally
improbable penis into his rectum deeply, his sphincter distended
lewdly like begging lips around the massive veined cock. Another
man is depicted in the wonderful depiction, he stands with his
buttocks spread open widely with splayed fingers, his anus gaping
and filthy... his open hole rests only a few inches from the
mouth of the young man, whose lips are stretched over a thick log
of excrement, protruding obscenely and supposedly freshly
supplied from the nearby asshole that hovered close. I looked
closely at the sketched eyes of the tormented young man on the
wall, and saw in them a horrifying life, projecting a warm
feeling of both languid horror and rapt ecstacy; I stroke my sex
slowly, and close my eyes... thinking back.

   I must have been about 10 years old, plodding glumly down the
festive aisles of my local Toys 'r Us, darting longing glances
towards all of the items I know I cannot acquire, cannot afford.
I spend much time here after school and on the weekends, hoping
for a rare chance to play with some of the computers on display,
but usually only getting a chance to watch the demo's roll by on
their dim displays. It was sometime soon after the launch of the
Commodore 64 computer that I found myself stalking the showroom
of the toy store intent on catching glimpse of the highly-touted
computer... rumor held that it could produce 64 different shades
of color on the display! In my eyes at the time, I was just plain
unlucky; coming from a broken family, a father who was never
there and a mother who worked too many hours for too little
trying to support us, I had gotten used to doing without the
latest toys and wearing shabby clothing... but I still liked to
look and dream sometimes, like today.

   After spending a few desolate hours tucked away in a corner
thumbing through comics and picturebooks in the toystore, I was
jarred unpleasantly when half the lights overhead clicked off at
once, bathing the store in an eery half-light. I stood on legs
that were slightly rubbery for the hours I had kept them folded
underneath myself, and walked hesitantly into the aisles,
berating myself for not keeping track of the time. As I walked
towards the front of the store, I noticed with alarm that all of
the registers were empty of clerks, and the doors had a metal
screen pulled down over them, barring my exit. With growing
panic, I went up and tried the doors, but padlocks were in place
at either side and I realized I would not be able to leave
without assistance. After verifying that there was not any worker
present that I could find, I started wandering about the store,
hoping to find some errant employee or janitor to let me out... I
knew it couldn't be too late, as the sky through the windows
still belayed a small amount of sunlight at its edge, and my
mother wouldn't be home until at least 4am tonight. Calming
myself from my momentary panic, I started towards the electronics
section, my mind now wandering back to the mysterious computers I
had stared towards with longing earlier that day. Finding the
display case, I peered in at the devices in wonder for a bit
again, lost in curiosity... and then I nearly jumped out of my
skin, as I felt a heavy hand fall upon my left shoulder. Silence
followed.

   Steeling myself, I slowly turned my face upward to face the
owner of the hand, who stood behind me. Finally raising my eyes,
I took in the man; very tall, and built stoutly, with a shock of
blond hair that was greying at the temples, and eyes that looked
down at me intently, slowly passing his gaze down the length of
me, and then locking with my own eyes. He spoke... surprisingly,
his voice was even and gentle. 'And what would you be doing here
so late, son? Fall asleep and get locked in?' I nodded haltingly,
mumbling something about comicbooks and asking whether he could
let me out of the store. He nodded amicably, and introduced
himself simply as "Morgan", and took one of my hands to lead me
towards the doors... and as I walked away, I sneaked one last
glance towards the case of computers, which caused him to raise
an eyebrow and slowly come to a stop. 'You like the computers,
son?' he asked me in a hushed tone, looking at me with an odd
look upon his face. Turning red, I nodded my affirmation, and
then could not believe his next words: 'We have some back in the
warehouse all set up, they go into the cases in the morning...
but, if you don't tell anyone, you can come back and play with
them for a bit. But you have to promise to be careful, and
quiet... can you do that?' 'Yes sir!' I cried out immediately,
not believing my good fortune. Tightening his grip on my hand, he
led me back towards the darkened rear of the store, and through a
set of saloon-style doors bearing a large sign, employees only. I
let him lead me between tall stacks of crates, and I goggled at
the vast expanse of toys, bicycles and other wonderful things;
taking a corner round a massive pen of inflated balls, there they
were! Four shiny new computers, all powered up and humming
secretively. Letting go of his massive hand, I scurried up to
them, amazed at my luck and planted myself in front of the first
glowing cathode display. Reaching towards the keyboard, I
suddenly stopped short, realizing I didn't have the first clue
how to operate it. Morgan reached over my shoulders and gently
depressed a few keys, and, to my delight, the screen lit up with
a colorful game. Guiding my hands, Morgan demonstrated how to
play the game using the keyboard, and then left me to play while
he went about his duties. I couldn't tell you how long I sat
there, enraptured with this new toy... it could have as easily
been 10 minutes as it was an hour.

   Eventually, Morgan returned, but this time he had a friend
with him, an older, larger black gentleman, with a barrel chest
and dressed in a tank-top, blue jeans and heavy boots. I thought
he looked like a football player. He took a seat on a nearby
bench, and Morgan looked towards me, calling out: 'We're going to
take a break, are you hungry, thirsty?' Suddenly feeling the
extent of my thirst, I stood and walked towards them, wondering
how late it was now. Opening a cooler, Morgan extracted a bag of
paper-wrapped taco's, stained with grease and apparently from
Jock 'n teh Box. As Morgan handed out the taco's (he gave me
four!) the black man introduced himself to me in a gruff voice,
as Oliver. I greedily ate the profurred taco's, not used to
receiving expensive fast-food often, and tried to sit politely as
Morgan and Oliver talked, trying to follow the adults
conversation and still not believing my luck. After our meal (I
had a total of six taco's) Oliver stood and dipped into the
cooler once again, and pulled out a six-pack of bottled beer, and
he and Morgan began cracking them open and drinking them with
gusto. My belly now full to a point of discomfort, my thoughts
returned once again to the computers that still beckoned to me
from a short distance; I cleared my throat, hoping to attain
permission once again to plant myself in front of one of the
tantalizing machines. Morgan and Olivers' conversation stopped
suddenly, almost as if they had forgotten I was even there, and
they both turned towards me. Morgan seemed to think for a moment,
and then profurred a freshly opened bottle of beer towards me! I
was shocked, to say the least. 'I don't think I'm supposed to...'
I spoke haltingly, and Oliver chortled loudly... Morgan joined in
for a moment, and then said 'It's Ok son, noone will know, we've
got the store to ourselves tonight! You should have a good
time!'. I sat down demurely on the floor and took the beer from
his outstretched hand... this was so great, being treated like an
equal with these nice adults, adult men! I hefted the bottle and
took a large gulp from it, grimacing at the unexpected sour
taste, but trying not to let it show on my face. 'Thank you', I
told them, and meant it. Once again seemingly forgotten for the
time, they began to talk softly as I sat and drank my beer,
surprising myself at how quickly I became acclimated to the
taste. And even as I finished the bottle, feeling a bit sick as
the beverage mixed with the greasy meal I had taken in, Oliver
pushed another bottle towards me, and they bothed laughed a bit
as I eagerly took it from his outstretched hand, and drank deeply
once again, now understanding why adults seemed to drink so much
of it! I was beginning to feel a bit odd, my vision swimming a
bit and a clowd settling over my senses... thoughts of getting
home anytime soon quickly forgotten. Affording me barely a
glance, the two adults seemed to be acting a little differently,
laughing loudly at times and leaning back as they relaxed. When
Oliver produced an odd looking crumpled cigarette from somewhere,
my eyes locked upon it with curiosity; I'd watch my mother smoke
cigarettes for as long as I could remember, and I had often
thought about making off with one to try, but never could gather
the courage to follow through. I slid a bit closer as they began
passing the lit cigarette back and forth between each other,
hoping I would once again be included in thier revelry... Oliver
gave Morgan a sharp look as he held out the burning cigarette to
me, but made no comment when I gingerly accepted it. Trying
vainly to hold it properly, I brought it to my lips and dragged
deeply on it, not sure how much to draw in or how long to hold
it. As the cloying smoke filled my small lungs, I suddenly lost
my control over it and began coughing and hacking badly, the
smoke ejecting from my nose and mouth painfully, and losing my
grip on the cigarette and letting it fall to the floor. Horrified
that I had dropped their only cigarette, I lurched forward to
retrieve it, but Oliver had already picked it up an d dusted it
off, drawing once again on it himself before handing it back to
Morgan. 'I'm sorry...' I mumbled, surprised at how far away my
own voice sounded, and at the odd inflection their laughter held
now, but they seemed unconcerned with my clumsiness. I wondered
at the odd smell produced by the singular cigarette, and thought
about asking what kind it was but not wanting to show my
ignorance to my new-found friends. When I heard Morgan refer to
it as a 'joint', a faint memory welled up concerning some kind of
cigarettes that the older kids liked to talk about, not realizing
at my young age that I was now both drunk and stoned, my low body
weight attributing to the effects of the substances. I wondered
once again at my apparent luck, making friends with nice adult
men like this, and being treated for once not like a child! I
really wanted them to like me, and tried to interject into their
conversation: 'Do you guys like to play the games too? It must be
lots of fun working here!'. Oliver whistled lowly and Morgan
turned towards me, speaking once again, but sounding detached
from himself... 'We're both a little too old for those kinds of
games, but we do have lots of fun up here after closing
sometimes...', a feral grin plastered upon his visage. He stood
then, swaying a bit as he rose to his feet. 'I've got to take a
leak!', he proclaimed out loud, and started towards a door not
far away. I rose unsteadily to my feet as well, calling after him
that I too had to use the facilities, feeling finally the beer I
had drank pushing painfully against my bladder. Taking my hand,
he led me towards the restrooms.

   Holding the door open for me, Morgan watched intently as I
scurried under his outstretched arm and ran for the floor-length
urinals. Pulling my small cock out of my pants, I watched
glassily as the urine exited my grateful body and drizzled down
into the porcelain receptacle, carefully shaking off the excess
and securing my penis back into my corduroy pants. I looked over
to my side, and Morgan was standing right next to me, his jeans
unzipped and his cock hanging heavily before him. I goggled at
it. I'd never seen an adult penis before, and had no idea that
they even came in sizes like this! Forgetting my manners in my
maijuana-induced stupor, I kept staring at his cock, marvelling
at the thickness of it and the large bulbous head. Morgan
suddenly spoke, and I flushed redly as I realized what I was
doing; I tried to stammer an apology, but he only chuckled softly
and said, 'You act as if you've never seen one before, son. What
about your father, hasn't he shown you what these are for?'. I
shook my head slowly, my eyes once again drawn toward his
protruding member, and it twitched suddenly under my gaze. 'Don't
you have to go?' I asked suddenly, and he reached under my chin
with one hand, tilting my small face up towards his own. 'Why
don't you go ahead and touch it son, no need to be shy... we're
all friends now, right?' he spoke, and I noticed his voice had
developed a slight tremor. I was dumbstruck, my head felt as if
it was filled with air and I watched as my hand, seemingly
unbidden, reached out and wrapped my small digits around the
shaft of his cock. A thrill shot through me as I connected with
his flesh, and I tried to grasp it totally around, but my fingers
could not complete the circle, it was too big around. Groaning
softly, he began to piss gradulally, the flow beginning as a
trickle and then shooting out in earnest, a steady stream of gold
dropping into the urinal below. I didn't know what I was doing at
this point, but for some reason did not want to let go of his
manhood, relishing the odd fee ling of the skin rolling under my
fingertips. He stared down at me with an unreadable look upon his
face, but I was watching the piss leave his cock with a rapt
fascination, feeling an acute dissapointment when the show ended
and only a few drops hung from the bulbous purple head. My cheeks
burning, I felt utter embarassment as I grasped his penis, but
didn't want to let go for some unknown reason... especially when
I felt it swelling steadily under my touch. Daring a glance up at
Morgans face, I noticed a hunger in his eyes as he took in the
site of my small hand wrapped around his cock, and his tongue
darted out to wet his hips nervously. 'Are you sure you know what
your doing there, son?' he asked huskily, and arched his hips a
bit, causing his cock to jerk upward under my surprised hands. I
didn't reply, staring once again at the flesh I held now in both
hands, and watching in amazement as the head expanded even more,
one solitary golden drop of urine hanging from the large slit
that bisected it. 'Don't be shy, son... go ahead and touch it all
you want, it won't bite...' he spoke softly, and gently took me
by the shoulder so I was standing directly in front of him, his
now swollen cock bobbing inches from my young face. I heard a
sharp cracking under my sneakers, and realized to my chagrine
that I was standing in the urinal, the deodorized cakes breaking
under my feet! Giggling at the sight, I returned my gaze to the
now-huge penis that rested between my two small hands, and it
only seemed natural to run my grip softly up and down its great
length... I heard Morgan breathing heavily far above me, and he
began rocking back  and forth slowly as I administered to his
massive cock. He leaned in closer to me, his cockhead coming very
close to my mouth, which had been hanging open in my stupor ever
since this strange turn of events had commenced, and breathed
down at me, 'Open your mouth son, give it a taste why don't
you?'. I started at this, shocked even in my dimisihed condition
at the thought, but I obeyed quic kly, not wanting to risk losing
my new friend; I tentatively parted my lips, and, leaning a bit
closer, slowly gave the underside of the head a quick lick, not
sure what to expect from the taste. It tasted good. Very good. My
tongue experienced and acrid yet pleasant taste as the drop of
urine dispersed upon it, and I licked my lips at the heady
feeling that rushed through me, only now noticing the unknown
sensation that coursed through my crotch, a tight pressure I
didn't remember ever experiencing before. Looking up at his
handsome face, he smiled crookedly down at me, and pushed his
hips forward once again. My eyes dropping once again to his now
engorged penis, I opened my mouth wider this time and ran my
tongue once again across his cockhead, happily receiving another
small taste of his fluids in the process... this time however, I
kept licking at it, stroking first the slit and then working my
tongue down the underside of the head, and then, almost without
thinking of it, I ran my tongue down the side of his shaft,
relishing the feel of it twitching under my thoughtful
ministrations as I traversed its great length almost to the base,
then slowly running my outstretched tongue all the way back up
the shaft from underneath... he was rock-hard at this point, and
a clear viscous fluid was leaking slowly from the great head onto
my tongue. Taking my narrow shoulders between his large hands, he
levelled the bulbous head at my lips and began to slowly but
surely push forward, his breathing increasing quickly as I opened
my mouth wider and lolled my tongue out in acceptance, eager to
play more of this new game. Feeling my lips stretching into a
pronounced 'O', the entire head of his cock entered my mouth, and
I attempted to lick uncertainly at the round intruder as I felt
it swell even more in my orifice, my lips stretched as wide as I
could manage. He then drew the head from my mouth totally, and I
felt a line of drool run unbidden from the corner of my now
vacant mouth, dripping down my chin unhindered. He graspe d the
base of his huge cock with one hand and began to gently rub it
against my lips and cheeks, my glazed eyes unbelieving as the
twitching glans passed before my sight. Eager to please him, I
extended my tongue once again and licked hungrily at his tool,
licking it from head to base in one easy, languid motion. He
gasped as I wrapped both my hands once again around the shaft and
opened wide to accept it back into my mouth, hoping to taste more
of that wonderful salty liquid that it produced. Lips wrapped
tightly around his shaft, I worked a couple inches of his length
in and out of my mouth, looking up at his enraptured face as he
watched his member sliding wetly in and out of my young face. I
tried to smile around his cock, and then I began earnestly trying
to work more of it into myself, easing off as I felt the bloated
head starting into my narrow throat. Closing my eyes, I tried to
take in what was happening to me... the heady stench of urine
rose around me as I sucked hungrily at his cock, dissapointed in
myself at not being able to fit more of it into my now stretched
mouth, and I was happy. Truly happy.

   In my revelry, I felt an enormous loss as Morgan suddenly
pulled his now rapidly twitching member from between my lips, and
I desperately stretched my tongue outward its full length, trying
to get one last taste of his wonderful flesh. He grasped his
penis tightly around the base and laid the head across my
trembling tongue, and I suddenly was gifted with a dribbling
discharge from the slit in his cockhead, a few drops of white
pearly liquid spattering out onto my tongue. He seemed to catch
his breath quickly, and said in a queerly high voice 'Not so
fast, we have plenty of time for more fun son... theres a taste
for you though, lots more where that came from. Now swallow that,
go ahead.'. Drawing my tongue back into my mouth, I let the small
amount of liquid run down my throat, gulping quickly to make sure
I got it all down. I onnce again opened my mouth wide to show him
I had swallowed the small gift totally, and he chuckled softly,
saying 'Oh, you are a good little boy, aren't you? Maybe we
should go see how Oliver is doing, yes?'. Closing my mouth and
nodding silently, I allowed him to draw me out of the urinal I
had been standing in for such a long period, and, taking my hand,
he led me out of the restroom where I had learned so much in a
short few minutes. We found Oliver reclining loosely on an
overstuffed beanbag chair off to the side, another of the
peculiar cigarettes clamped between his lips, drawing deeply from
it. 'I think our little friend could use a bit more of that,
Oliver', Morgan called out to his friend, and he gave me a slight
shove towards the hulking black man. I stumbled once, feeling the
glaze on my lips and chin drying stiffly and walked towards
Oliver, taking a seat on one of his knees as he indicated with an
errant hand. 'He been a good boy, Morgan?' Oliver spoke huskily
as he held the joint up to my caked lips. 'Oh yeah, he's a really
good boy, I think he wants to play some more... lets just get him
good and loaded up first.' Morgan said with a low laugh, as I
sucked hungrily at t he odd cigarette, now enjoying the more
familiar taste of the smoke permeating my lungs. I didn't even
cough this time as I breathed out, and Oliver drew deeply on it
himself once again, and then did something that totally took me
by surprise: he took a firm hold on the back of my head, and drew
my face towards his, covering my mouth with his own! He exhaled
forcefully into my mouth, forcing a gust of the cloying smoke
deep into me. He held in that position for a moment, and I felt
his thick tongue run across my semen-coated lips briefly, and
then he withdrew, leaving me gasping as my lungs vacated quickly.
He slapped me on the back, and I started breathing agian in
rasping breaths, my head now buzzing oddly and my vision
disturbed with flickering spots that swam before me. I giggled
softly, not even wondering why this time. I felt great, better
than I ever had before! Propping me up suddenly from his lap, I
nearly fell over when put on my feet. Oliver made a grab for me
and straightened me out, and then Morgan was there, pushing
another cold beer into my small hand and indicating that I should
drink some more while Oliver began unbuttoning my pants
unhurriedly, tugging them down around my ankles along with my
underwear and lifting my now-stained shirt over my head. I
stepped out of my heaped pants and underwear, not even feeling
embaressed as I swilled down half the beer at once, not knowing
why I was suddenly so thirsty and parched. Standing in the dim
warehouse totally naked now and finishing off the beer, I looked
distractedly towards Morgan and Oliver, only to see them both
stepping out of their own jeans and discarding them to the side,
both of them sporting swollen lumps lumps in their underpants.
Morgan pointed off to the left, directing that I should go stand
where he directed... a harsh light shined down from above, one
lone cicle of scintillating brilliance shining on the tiled
floor, and I centered myself under it, my beer now drained
totally and discarded off to the side. I turned back towards my
fr iends, swayed a bit, and grinned boyishly. 'Can we play some
more?' I called out, not recognizing my own voice anymore.

   My two new friends finished stripping themselves down, and
stood before me, both sporting looks of unabashed hunger as they
took in the pale expanse of my body. Hairless and smooth, I stood
before them, legs planted firmly apart to steady myself, and my
small immature cock standing at stiff attention. Oliver walked
closer to me, leering as he drank in my nakedness; between his
heavy thighs, a heavy black penis shook and stiffened, glowing
almost purple in my eyes, and looking even larger than that which
Morgan had lovingly fed to me in the restroom. I licked my lips,
and giggled like a little girl, suddenly a touch nervous. I
jumped when I felt Morgans' hand touch my back unexpectedly, but
relaxed as he stroked down my spine, his rough hand cupping my
small buttocks, and running a finger up and down the crack
between my two cheeks. 'Lets see what he's got', Oliver called
out playfully but with an edge to his voice now, and Morgan
gently pushed my head downward, one hand firmly planted on my
buttocks. As I bent forward, Oliver walked out of my line of
sight to peruse me from behind, to my confusion at the time... I
wanted to taste his cock too, and wondered why they were so
interested in the the view from back there. I felt a cold chill
as Morgan parted the cheeks of my ass roughly, exposing the tiny
gnarled opening back there to the chilly air. I twitched, but
Morgan held me firmly in place, touching me gently back there
while Oliver bent to get a better look; 'What a pretty little
rosebud,' Oliver exclaimed softly, 'I've got to get a taste of
that sweet-meat'. Dropping to his knees, I was slightly surprised
to feel his mouth suddenly encircle my quivering asshole, his
thick tongue swabbing back and forth across my opening. I moaned
softly at the ticklish yet plesant feeling, and pushed my
buttocks back towards his face. As I felt his tongue start to
push up into me, I laughed out, overtaken by this strange
scenario that was unfolding before me... Morgan arranged himself
one again before me, his now familar p enis within near reach of
my mouth. I started salivating just at the sight of his swollen
cock and opened my mouth lewdly, my tongue lolling as I drooled,
wanting to feel that wonderful flesh swelling in my mouth once
again, even as I pushed and grinded my buttocks and now
fluttering asshole bck towards Oliver and his sopping mouth.
Morgan took a firm grip of my hair, sending a quick thrill into
me, and pushed his engorged cock into my mouth roughly, pulling
my face forward and impaling me deeper on his throbbing tool as
he tugged on my hair. I choked and gagged, but did not resist,
hoping for another taste of that wondrous cream he had produced
before; he withdrew his cock halfway, leaving the glans resting
on my quivering lips as I swirled my now-learned tongue around
the head, licking hungrily at the slit where I now knew the cream
would come from, if I was good. I felt a rush of cold around my
butt as Oliver withdrew his questing tongue from my asshole, and
heard him pad away lightly as I sucked at the swelling cockead in
my mouth with childish glee, hoping, praying, that Morgan would
give me more of his fluid. Closing my eyes, I clasped greedily at
his cock, working it in and out of my mouth and letting it hit
the back of my throat repeatedly, thrilling as I tasted the warm
leaking from his tool. A bright flash of light went off somewhere
above me, leaving a pink haze burned into my eyes as I opened
them and glanced up, only to be blinded totally as the light
flared once again; Oliver had returned, wielding a camera this
time and angling for close-up shots of my face speared with
Morgans' engorged manhood. I smiled up at him around my treat,
and a rivulet of drool and fluid drained out of my mouth to
spatter on the floor. He continued to take my picture, and I
strained to get more of the now heaving penis deeper into myself,
feeling the bulbous glans slowly but surely going deeper into my
open throat, all the while locking eyes with the gleaming camera
lens. I was now supporting myself totally on his cock, hands
planted firmly on his thighs leaning towards it, trying to open
my throat wider for him. I had never tasted anything so good in
my life, every candy and treat that had ever passed my lips
paling in comparison to the throbbing meat that scraped my lips
and tongue over and over again, pushing into my cheeks and down
my throat. He pulled out his cock suddenly to my horror, and I
flicked my tongue out hungrily trying to reach it, but he held it
just out of reach... Oliver handed the camera to Morgan, who
began snapping shots of my face, drool running down my chin and
tongue darting out towards the cock that hovered just of reach.
Crowding in closer, Oliver brought his gleaming black penis
within reach of my sloppy mouth, and I lunged towards its fat
head eagerly, wrapping my tongue around his glans and sucking it
into my mouth, pleased with myself at how easily it slit between
my now stretched lips. His cock tasted different from Morgans',
but just as good. The camera flash kept going off above me as I
slobbered on Olivers' huge tool, which proved much thicker than
Morgans' as I worked it deeper into my throat. With about 6
inches of his tool buried in my face, the shaft began to become
too wide to pass my lips, no matter how hard I strained, and my
eyes bagan to bulge as he heaved his tool into my throat; I could
taste the salty fluid leaking from the head and dripping into my
throat, and I just wished I could get more of the mysterious
fluid from their cocks, there was so little and I was so hungry
for it! As Morgan maneuvered to get close-up shots from all sides
of my violated mouth overstuffed with black cock, my face was
turning a deep crimson from lack of oxygen, and I breathed deeply
through my nose when he withdrew his masive tool a few inches,
resting the thrumming head on my lashing tongue as I fought for
breath around his cock. To my dismay, he pulled it free of my
mouth, but then gifted me differently by slapping my face
repeatedly with his heavy cock, slapping it across my whole face
as Morgan con tinued to shoot pictures with the camera. I heard a
soft click, followed by a clattering hum as the camera ran out of
film, and Oliver let his swollen manhood rest on my face
motionless, and I tried desperately to suck at the lower part of
his shaft, my tongue lashing out to taste his heavy testicles in
my drug-maddened hunger for male flesh. Taking a handful of my
tousled hair, Oliver drew me back out of reach from the engorged
cocks that taunted me so closely, and stood me upright, only
uttering one word heavily, 'Wait.'.

   Morgan steadied me as I swayed on my feet, my face plastered
with fluids and saliva that dripped down my chest, running onto
my own rigid little cock, which pulsed repeatedly with my
newfound lust. I turned to look up at Morgan and he stroked my
hair gently, and told me how beautiful I was. I smiled back at
him, lightly running my hand down his strong thigh. Oliver
returned shortly, his lovely cock swinging back and forth with
his measured steps; he held the now refilled camera in one hand,
along with two more of the 'joints' we had been smoking all
night, and dragging a chair procurred from the computer setup
behind him. Oliver placed the chair directly in the circle of
overhead light, and Morgan gently prodded me to sit down on it.
It was too tall for me, and my feet dangled a few inches above
the floor, swinging idly while I waited for more playtime with my
friends. Morgan handed me another lit joint, and with no prodding
I lifted it to my lips and drew deeply, and repeating the process
with each exhale without encouragement, hoping to impress my
admirers with my newfound skill at smoking, holding in each thick
inhalation until I felt the now familiar fuzziness in my head. My
eyes going half-lidded, I didn't resist when Morgan took the
joint from my fingers and flicked the remainder of it into the
darkness... behind me, I overheard Morgan speaking softly to
Oliver, 'I think he's just about ready, what a good little boy
this one turned out to be.'. Suddenly, my stomach lurched
violently and without warning, and I felt a heavy pressure in my
bowels. The taco's! I had completely forgotten about my
gluttonous meal so long ago, and now my little system was in dire
need of purging the greasy mess... now so stoned I could barely
lift my head, chin resting comfortably on my chest, I struggled
to rise to my feet to make my way to the restroom to poop, but a
firm hand pressed flat againstmy chest and held me down in the
chair. 'Morgan, I have to go poop, I don't think I can wait
long!' I pleaded, but he just shushe d me and turned back to
Oliver, instruction him to go pick up the long emptied cooler
from across the room, and bring it back here. My head buzzing and
my senses skewed, I tried to get comfortable, shifting my weight
in the chair, trying to hold in what felt like 20 lbs. of waste,
and just barely succeeding. Opening my eyes, I saw Morgan
standing between my legs, one large hand softly rubbing my
stomach, which was distended and rounded from my gastronomical
distress; Oliver began once again to snap pictures of me
repeatedly, urging me to spread my legs open wide, to open my
mouth lewdly and, repeatedly, to 'smile' for the camera. I
complied to his every request, forgetting my packed bowels and
revelling in the attention these two men continued to shower upon
my young form. Morgan held another beer to my lips and bade me to
drink some more, and I took the neck of the bottle between my
lips and guzzled it, my mouth continually dry and parched the
more I smoked the marijuana cigarettes. Leaning back in the
comfortable chair, I let my heavy lids close for a moment, and
didn't open them even when I felt Olivers' warm, heavy cock touch
lightly upon my lips... smiling warmly, I opened my mouth and
began to nurse gently at the once again throbbing head, snaking
my tongue around it and sucking greedily at the slit. Oliver
began snapping shots of my lapping mouth around his cock from
above again, and I tried to put on a good show, leaning my head
back so more of his shaft would fit down my stretching throat, my
entire field of vision encompassed by his large swaying balls
above my face. I found that the more I tipped my head back, the
deeper I could fit the cock down my throat, the angle allowing
him to plunge his member deeper and deeper into me as I slurped
and moaned around his cock, wondering curiously whether Oliver
could see my throat distending from above as he forced his shaft
farther and farther into my mouth. I was totally relaxed now, the
marijuana having done its job well, and I relaxed as Oliver began
fucking  my face with abandon, the camera forgotten and dangling
from one hand as he slid in and out of me. I picked up a good
rhythm naturally somehow during this process, learning to breathe
quickly through my nose as he withdrew, before the inevitable
re-entry, marked at each stroke by his heavy balls slapping
against my forehead. Morgan, however, was busy between my legs at
this time, having placed my short legs over his shoulders he was
gently prodding my asshole with a forefinger, and I reflexivly
tried to close up my anal opening, knowing that a horrid load of
waste waited right behind those few folds of flesh, but his
prodding became more insistant... and, with a sharp twinge of
pain, I felt his finger slide right up into me. I gagged on the
massive cock in my mouth, and Oliver kindly withdrew from my
distended lips for a moment, his glans hanging inches away from
my raw lips. 'Morgan, I got to go!', I whimpered, not wanting to
offend my friends by pooping in front of them, but they both just
laughed softly, and I felt Morgan force another thick digit up
into my ass. An odd feeling ensued, a kind of heat I wasn't aware
was possible back there as my spincter was forced to stretch and
conform to his intrusion, and I pushed towards him a bit, as he
twisted his two now deeply planted fingers up into my small
rectum, twisting and manipulating my opening. And then slowly,
ever so slowly, he began to extract his fingers, and a rank aroma
wafted up from between my legs, making my eyes water... Morgan
held up his hand, and I saw it was coated with shit! I moaned in
my embarassment, but Morgan just laughed and then wrapped his
huge filthy hand around my small, rock-hard penis, coating it
thickly with my own waste and massaging it nicely. It felt good
immediately. He rubbed shit into my small, drawn-up testicles and
onto my thighs, all the while masturbating me gently. I moaned
and opened my mouth once again, only to have it immediately
filled with Olivers swolled glans. I bucked my narrow hips
towards Morgan as I started feeling like fireworks were going off
behind my eyes, and Oliver turned about and straddled my head so
I could suck his member from the front, looking down into my
fevered eyes as he plunged his cock into my face. Morgan began
pushing his fingers into my ashole once again, and I spread wider
for him this time and pushed back against the pressure, trying to
push him deeper into me... I cried out around the cock in my
mouth as he withdrew his fingers once again, and Oliver also
tormented me by pulling his shaft from my mouth, stepping back
and beginning once again to shoot pictures of me spread open on
the chair... shit coating my nether-regions and clinging to my
penis, my tongue lolling distended from my abused mouth, I must
have made quite a sight in my disheveled state, legs up and
spread wide, shit dripping from my stinging asshole and mouth
open and begging for more cock to suck. Nodding once to Oliver,
Morgan righted himself and began rubbing his soiled hand on his
own penis, slathering it with my loose shit generously as I
looked downward in amazement, his cock looking both filthy and
beautiful at the same time. Bending his knees, he spread my legs
open wider and placed his bulbous cockhead against my dirty
asshole, and pushed. Hard. I screamed. Loud.

   I screamed out clearly, as he pushed his massive cock straight
up into my ten year old rectum, not deterred at all by my
braying; Oliver had a quick solution to my noise-making however,
he immediately plugged my wide open mouth with his swollen cock,
pushing it to the back of my throat and holding it there while I
heaved. My stomach rioted as I felt all the shit being pushed
back up into me, and my eyes teared and streamed as he continued
to force his cock deeper, ever deeper, into my wide spread ass,
holding my legs wide apart with an iron grip. Oliver was busy
taking more pictures of the ongoing anal intrusion, snapping away
happily as I choked on his cock planted deep in my mouth, and me
not sure if I was still enjoying myself or not at this point.
Morgan must have decided I'd had enough for the moment, because
he stopped his forward advance with half his cock buried deeply
in my shit-packed rectum, my sphincter red and stretched taut
around his shaft, clinging to his cock like a greedy mouth.
Oliver withdrew his cock from my face then, and, after slapping
my face a few times soundly with it, he stepped out of my field
of vision presently, leaving me to strain my head forward to see
exactly what was going on down there... I was shocked to see half
of Morgans' penis planted deep in my ass, my own shit everywhere,
and my own cock bigger and harder than ever, and dripping fluid
intermittantly onto my swollen belly. The pain was slowly
subsiding, and that former warmth in my ass was returning with a
vengeance; I lay my head back against the chair, sighing deeply,
and said softly to Morgan: 'I like it now.'. It seemed this was
all the encouragement he needed, and, taking a firm grip on my
narrow thighs, began to drive his engorged cock deeper into me,
inch by inch. I felt my stomach roil as the remnants of my meal
were shovelled about and split by his intruding cock, and I bit
my lip to the point of bleeding as I felt the matted hair at the
base of his cock brush up against my widely splayed ass. I was
split op en wide, taking a cock bigger around than my forearm in
my asshole, feeling the bulbous head expanding and swelling deep
within me... then I noticed the flash going off from behind
Morgan, down low. Oliver was behind him crouching down, shooting
images of my violated and stretched asshole up close. At this, I
wrapped my legs around his hips to hold him in postition, and he
laughed loudly, sending a tremor down into my bowels. I smiled up
at him, and he slowly began to draw his distended member out of
my ass, my hips bucking as he voided my bowels; when he had
withdrawn all but his swollen glans, he once again began plunging
deeply into me, not stopping until he was buried balls-deep in my
ass, his cock twitching and expanding deep within me. I felt a
feverish chill run through me, but I was really feeling good by
this point and I braced my hands on the chair and shoved my ass
down with all my weight onto his throbbing cock, drawing my
little legs around his hips and clamping my abused but now
singing hole down around his cock. Oliver came around and pointed
gleefully at my belly, obviously excited to see Morgans' member
showing clearly as a large lump in my abdomen, and hooted as he
took more pictures of my state. Coming to my side, he profurred
his cock, now dripping clear at the head for me to suck once
again, and I lashed at it with my tongue, lost in lust and
desperate to get both large cocks buried deeper in my small
body... Morgan began to plunge in and out of my now numb asshole
with total abandon, pushing his entire length deep into me and
lifting my ass up off the chair with the force of his attack.
Oliver withdrew his penis from my slobbering mouth, and I cried
out for him to give it back... he looked into my feverish eyes as
he stood above me, his cock slowly going limp but still hanging
heavily above my outstretched tongue. Reaching a decision
apparently, he took hold of his cock by the base and shook it,
spattering my face with my own saliva, and then he sighed deeply,
and held the softening glans r ight above my mouth. Unsure of
what he was doing, but totally caught up in the merciless fucking
Morgan was delivering to my stretched and raw rectum, I was
surprised when I felt warm stinking liquid hit me square in the
middle of my forehead. Oliver was peeing all over my face, the
slit in his cockhead opening up and unleashing a torrent of piss
at an alarming rate. Too stoned to have even thought of closing
my lips, I was rewarded with a mouthful of hot acrid urine... it
bounced off my tongue and filled my mouth immediately as he now
directed the entire force of it between my lips, overflowing and
pouring down upon the floor and my body. I gagged as I swallowed
the first mouthful, but it kept coming, and Morgan renewed his
efforts to tear my ass open with his non-stop pounding at the
sight of me drinking all that piss, so I struggled to swallow as
much as I could, getting at least six decent-sized mouthful's
down into myself as he showered my gleaming face with his golden
fluids. As he ran dry, I sputtered around the dregs of urine
backed up in my mouth, and he beat his softened cock against my
wet face as he laughed out loud, my tongue already out again and
lapping at his lovely cock, hoping to get it hard once again.
Drenched in piss and laughing myself now, Morgan had lifted my
hindquarters clear of the chair and was ramming his cock as deep
into me as the length would allow, my legs kicking and convulsing
from the impact of his loving drives... I sucked greedily at
Olivers' cockhead, which he had so kindly put back into my mouth,
and a last thick spurt of urine flooded into my throat from it as
he hardened quickly, and he begin to fuck my stained face once
again in earnest. Morgan, however, seemed to have had enough of
my now-loosened ass and set me back down in the chair, my legs
hanging loosely at my sides. Oliver cruelly pulled his member
from my mouth, and stepped to the side, dragging the empty cooler
between my splayed legs... I wasn't sure what was going on at
this point, but Morgan began dragging h is still rock-hard cock
from my tortured asshole, and I could feel my distended sphincter
sliding out along with his cock, gripping it like a baby's mouth
on a teat and not wanting to let go. With an audible pop, his
cockhead came free of my ass, and a torrent of shit and diarreah
came pouring out of my gaping asshole, shooting out with force
into the cooler that lay below, alternating blasts of liquid shit
followed by thick turds churned up by Morgans' forceful loving
came flowing out, the solid chunks tumbling down and floating in
the putrid mess that filled the cooler almost 3 inches deep.
Oliver meanwhile documented the entire lovely event with his
trusty camera, snapping away even as my asshole bulged hugely and
blew out the last of the thick soup of waste that my body had
held so long. I lay on the chair, head thrown back, and gasped
uncontrollably as my body cooled from the massive fucking I had
been receiving, hair soaked in piss and blowing bubbles at the
lips and nostrils from so much fluid built up in my mouth. I
looked up at Oliver and Morgan, and pursed my lips like a whore,
and said softly, almost to the point to be inaudible, 'I want
some more.'.

   Morgan stretched his massive frame, and then straddled my
chest, as Oliver maneuvered himself behind my head to get in
position with his camera. Morgans cock was rock-hard, stank like
a toilet, and was coated from tip to balls with my own shit,
dripping from it and clinging in gobbets from the shaft... a
large gobbet of shit was perched directly on the head of his
cock, and the creases under his glans were packed with the nasty
solid waste. Oliver was already snapping shots of my glazed eyes
staring directly at the masive cock slathered in shit, and Morgan
looked down kindly and said simply, 'Open wide, boy...'. I did,
extending my battered tongue, quivering, towards the filthy mess
at the head of his member. As the tip of my tongue came into
contact with the waste, I blanched, involuntarily drawing my
tongue back inward... Morgan simply pushed forward and stuffed
his soiled cockhead into my mouth, and I gagged as a large clump
of shit came loose and hit the back of my throat. Between my
legs, camera handed off to Morgan, Oliver was rubbing the head of
his once again steely cock against my raw and stretched asshole,
applying just a little pressure to push the massive cockhead into
my torn rectum, and then pushing deep. I saw stars. Suddenly the
shit on Morgans' cock didn't taste bad at all, and I stretched my
lips taut around his shaft as I whipped my tongue against the
soiled head, sucking the nasty waste clean off of his glans, and
I looked up at his face. He was grinning from ear to ear as he
drove his filthy penis into my face, and I smiled up at him as
widely as the cock in my mouth would allow... two thin rivulets
of shitty drool ran from either side of my smiling mouth, and
Morgan angled himself to drive his cock deeper into my throat, my
nose bumping into his pubic hair as he plunged his member deeper
into my wide-open throat. Oliver hefted my legs over his
shoulders and began pushing his massive tool deep into my already
broken-in rectum, meeting little resistance until his shaft was
buried halfway i n, and then his larger girth held him back, my
asshole starting to cave inward from the relentless onslaught of
his assfucking. I pushed back, hard. Morgan pulled his cock free
from my mouth (the head and a few inches of it were spotlessly
clean now), and set me to work cleaning off the rest of mard and
shit that clung to his swollen tool... at the base of his thick
cock, a rind of my shit had built up at the base of his cock from
his furious lovemaking, and it sat there like a crushed chocolate
donut, framing the massive penis that I had grown to love so
quickly. As Oliver forced himself a couple of inches deeper into
my once again widely stretched rectum, I grasped Morgans cock in
my small hands and began to clean at the base, taking a thick
bite of the caked shit built up there, and chewing it with mouth
wide-open for their viewing enjoyment... I mulched the first bite
into a sludgy paste and swallowed quickly, immediately reaching
forward for another fragrant bite. I had liquified shit running
all over my face, and Morgan would occasionally plunge his
swollen glans back into my mouth, as I greedily sucked at the
shit and his cock simultaneously; Oliver was hard at work still,
forcing the last four inches of his massive penis up into my ass,
and holding my legs together far at the ankles, lifting my
buttocks from the chair as he plunged his thick shaft balls-deep
into my body. Having nearly spit-shined Morgans' cock from tip to
balls already, I swirled the last solid chunk of shit in my wide
open mouth, sucking at it and rolling it on my tongue for Morgan
to view... I bit it soundly in two and chewed it to paste before
swallowing, relishing the deep, hard fucking Oliver was
performing on my loose asshole. Letting me nurse only on his now
clean cockhead for a bit, Morgan reached to the side and pulled
the cooler filled with my expelled waste closer to him, and
dipped into it with one hand, coming back up with a thick, solid
turd resting in his palm. Pulling his cock free of my mouth, I
opened wide as he laid t he thick log of excrement on my tongue,
and started pushing it into my mouth. I had to bite down to
seperate the large chunk of waste, and it spread and filled my
cheeks and Morgan pushed another handful of shit between my lips,
this load softer and melting almost instantly on my tongue into
an awful soup of shit overflowing from my stuffed mouth. Morgan
then shoved his cock deeply into my mouth, holding my throat open
wide with his thrumming glans so the shit poured like a river
down my throat... I gagged and sputtered, but he held it in place
until my mouth was almost empty of waste, and then got up to
stand behind me, my head tipped back, so he could ram his cock
all the way down my throat, until his loaded balls rest heavily
on my fevered brow, my lips working madly around his expanding
shaft, tongue whipping at the base of his cock. Oliver was
ramming his cock deep into my ass by now, sawing it back and
forth as the lips of my sphincter rolled in and out with each
stroke, clinging to his shaft like a suckling pig being pushed
down a spit. My heart was starting to pound in my chest as the
crescendo built between my two lovers, their cocks pounding my
holes relentlessly as a far-away hum built between my ears,
making my vision start to go flat as I was continually
penetrated, I felt like I was coming apart at the seams under
their onslaught. Oliver took my ankles between his big hands and
hoisted my ass two feet off the chair, spreading my legs apart
painfully and splitting my ass open wide with each pounding
thrust, withdrawing the total length of his cock at every stroke
and then cruelly spearing my gaping hole with his huge cock in
one quick thrust, again and again... his cockhead swelled
painfully deep in the core of my bowels, feeling like a baseball
punching through my belly. Morgan pulled his member suddenly from
my yawning mouth, and crammed a large handful of narrow turds
into my face with one savage motion, my cheeks bulging from the
sheer mass of waste filling my mouth. Hanging onto Olivers
thigh's  with my hands, I tried to force him deeper into me as I
felt his cock continue to grow in my bowels. I chewed the
horrible mass of waste in my mouth, oozing streams of it running
from my mouth at either side, a hard piece of excrement
protruding from the roiling stew in my mouth as my tongue lolled
in it, searching for the nicer bits to chew. I swallowed deeply,
draining the liquid mixture down my throat and leaving just a few
solid chunks packed into my mouth, just as Morgan couldn't take
the sight any longer and plunged his pulsating cock into my
polluted mouth, stirring the filthy mixture as I sucked greedily
at the head of his cock, feeling it swell and balloon in my
mouth. My body felt like it was going to split down the center as
both men neared a riotous climax, Oliver lodging himself halfway
up into my intestines as he hugged my narrow thighs, putting his
entire length into me in one shuddering stroke, and literally
exploded. I felt his juice flooding upwards through me, adding to
the slickness as he began pounding at my tortured hole with short
jabbing strokes as he jetted stream after stream into my bowels.
I convulsed, my limbs clinging to his heaving form like a piece
of wet clothing, I squeezed my sphincter down as tight as I could
on his exploding cock, milking the precious seed out of it. Then,
just as I felt the quakes subsiding in my body, the head of
Morgans' cock swelled to its maximum, making my jaw pop at the
left side, and then opened up and flooded my reeking mouth with
wonderful, wonderful, sperm... hitting the back of my throat and
spilling down the shit slickened sides of my face, trails of it
flowing downward as I choked on the huge load, one small stream
of the pearly fluid dripping from my right nostril in a lazy
trail. I swallowed desperately, bringing solid chunks of shit
down with the sperm in my determination to feed from his penis.
Pulling his spewing cock from my lips, dodging my tongue that
tried to follow still swirling at the slit in his glans, he shot
one final thick strea m across my cheeks and neck, and then rose
slightly, his spent cock dripping clear liquid on my hairless
chest in its retreat. Oliver drew his softening cock from my
rectum inch by inch, holding my legs away from him as he
supported my buttocks up in the air. His cock left me rapidly,
leaving my exposed asshole gaping wide open, a wet gum of sperm
and shit layered at its edges, with a thin stream drooling from
the drooping bottom lip of my wide-open sphincter, cold air
cooling the raw flesh. Oliver forced me to my knees with a solid
push on my shoulders, and I felt the load of sperm pouring out of
my ass onto the polished warehouse floor, chunks of impacted
waste dropping out occasionally as well, and pooling under my
quaking legs. Feeling the flow of slime from my ass slow to a
trickle, I bent forward and started scooping the shitty sperm off
the floor and shovelling it into my mouth, letting it drool from
my stained lips as I chewed the shit up into a thin runny
substance. Morgan and Oliver stood before me while I huddled on
my knees, and I opened my slutty mouth wide for them both, hoping
for some last boon. Morgan held out his limpening cock and stream
of steaming urine shot out and hit me directly in the mouth, and
I stuck out my tongue while I stretched my lips open wide to
accept his piss. He pissed long and hard, and I swallowed as much
as I could, and when I finally started to vomit up solid chunks
of shit and spent loads of thick ropy sperm, he pissed all over
my face and chest, kindly washing away much of the clotted filth
that covered me, ran from my sewer-like mouth and coated my torso
like a shroud. It was over, they were spent.

   I was left to my own devices in the restroom to clean up as
best I could, having to scrub at myself with a hard aged sponge
to remove all of the filthy detrius that caked my form, happy in
the recent knowledge that I still had an hour before my mother
returned from work, plenty of time to tuck myself away in my bed,
to lay and think of dirty new secrets, secrets that could grow
with my new-found knowledge. As I walked nude from the restroom,
Morgan and Oliver were already dressed and looking as if nothing
had happened, a feeling belayed quickly by the five rolls of film
canisters sitting on top of the now clean cooler, awaiting
processing no doubt. Morgan walked close and smacked me smartly
on my bare ass, commenting '...now there's a good rag-a-muffin
boy, if I ever saw one. Run along home now, before your missed,
son.'. On my way out finally, walking towards the rear exit, I
promised to return to see them soon, especially after they
promised that I could meet and 'play' with other men they knew
who would enjoy using a boy of my many talents. My asshole gaping
under my pants, I walked gingerly home, stopping only once to
change out the wad of toilet paper I had been forced to stuff
between my buttocks to stop the dripping from my hole. Lying in
my bed that night, and on many a night afterwards, I thought of
cock, and only cock. Ah, I had learned to love and worship cock
that night, and everything that came along with, and out of,
cock.

   I come back into focus suddenly. I shook my head to clear the
cobwebs, and focused on my surroundings. I was just where I
should be... leaning back on a dirty toilet seat in a mens room,
waiting for the next visitor to arrive, hoping for one last
feeding. I finally tore my eyes from the lurid etching on the
wall of the toilet that had sent me into the past so vividly, and
suddenly remembered why it looked so familiar and haunting... I
had drawn it, a couple of weeks ago on a slow night. Ah well.
Then, that welcome sound once again, the creak of the door
opening, and heavy footfalls entering the small area. More
cock...


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