Pittsburgh
I just turned 18 and officially came out to everyone a few days after my birthday. It was no big whoop. Everyone said they figured as much. Shit, I thought, am I some big queen or something? My friend Alex said I am not, so I guess I will believe him. But then again, he was trying to fuck me at the time and he may have said whatever it took at the moment to shut me up and to get at my tender vittles.

Alex is 19. He has been messing around with guys for several years. He calls himself a big dick dog. That can be taken two ways. One, that he is a mutt that really likes dick. Which he does. Two, that he is a hound with a big dick. Which he is.

Alex is one of those skinny skater dudes who looks like a heroin addict – all thin and pale. He doesn’t do hard drugs though. He just doesn’t eat or sleep enough. Too hyper.

A week after my birthday he came over with this lame cupcake. It looked like something he bought a dozen of at the 99-Cent store. It was OK though. I was happy to see him.

We went out to our pool. Parents were gone for the afternoon, so we could smoke some weed. After a couple tokes, we got in the water bare-assed and splashed around a bit, wrestled a little, got boners. Alex kissed me on my ears, singing “Happy Birthday to you. You look like a monkey and you belong in the zoo.”

He thought this was real funny. The weed.

I tugged on his balls and said the monkey wanted some coconuts. “Monkey needs a banana,” he said as he placed his hardon between my legs.

I squeezed it with my thighs.

He started laughing.

“What,” I asked.

“Just thinking it would be funny to stick that cupcake up your ass.”

“Wouldn’t fit.”

“Some of it would.” He ran his fingers along my crack, spread my cheeks, rubbed my hole. “Let’s try.” He pushed a finger in me.

It felt sort of good, but I was afraid. Would a cock hurt? “Let’s just suck each other off like we always do,” I suggested.

“OK.”

In my room, I put on some Matchbox 20. Alex got on the bed. One hand stroked his cock, the other massaged his balls.

“Bet you’d let Rob Thomas fuck you,” he said. “Then he’d write a song about it. Sing how yours was the prettiest asshole he’d ever seen. Not too green. Peachy keen.”

“Shut up,” I punched him on the arm, but laughed at his stupid rhyming.

“You think you’re Dr. Dre or somebody?”

“Dr. Dre’d fuck you.”

“Maybe he’d fuck you,” was the best I could come back with.

“Maybe,” Alex said as he lifted and spread his legs to show me his hole. “I’d say, ‘Dr. Dre, come play, eat my boy pussy today, don’t say no way. OK?’”

Alex laughed at himself in that self-satisfied, goofy high way.

“Come here,” he said.

He pulled me over toward him and rolled me on my stomach, running his hands all over my ass. He seemed to know that I’d been thinking of him fucking me. Wasn’t sure I really wanted it though.

He pulled my boner back from under my stomach so he could lick it. He ran his tongue up and down the underside and into my hole.

“Your candy tastes like chlorine,” he said. He teased me by licking it and then going back down my shaft and kissing my dick head. Slowly he went back up and down and then started staying on my ahole, wetting it, kissing it, making it all sloppy with spit. I could feel me opening up to him, enough so that he got his tongue inside. I clenched on it. He gave a satisfied mummer.

“It’s time,” he said. He retrieved his bag from the floor.

“No,” I said, even though I wanted it.

“Ahh, come on,” he said softly. “I’ll fuck you like I’m Tommy Lee and you’re Pamela Anderson.”

That was not what I wanted to hear. “No way. I am not some queen. Is that what you think of me?”

Alex laughed at me. “Take it easy, baby. You are sure not a queen. Just teasing you. I’d never fuck a queen. I mean it.”

He pulled me up doggie style. “Let me love this little butch boy,” he purred while dabbing on some lube. It felt cold after his warm tongue, but it heated up quickly. He continued to finger me.

When his cock head first went inside me I felt some pain. I held my breath.

“Don’t hold your breath,” he said. “That makes you tense. I’ll go slow. I’m not going to hurt my butch boy.”

Little by little he put more cock in me until I could feel his pubes on my tailbone. He slid in and out and I adjusted to it. The more I relaxed, the better it felt until I was squirming with pleasure and rocking with his motion.

“That’s it, my little monkey boy,” he said. “You’re close, I can tell. Let go, baby.”

I stroked my dick fast as I could as he pumped me harder and harder. A big load blew out of me and all over the sheet. Alex reached around, scooped some of it up and licked his hand.

“Hmm mmm hmm good,” he sang the Campbell Soup jingle. “Boy gravy tastes good.”

I laughed.

He ground his hips into me as he shot his load. I was a little sad it was over. My first fuck. But not my last.
Michael

Phoenixville, Pa
One evening I was online in a chat room, looking for someone to shave my head. At the time I was shaving it weekly and it was beginning to become a bore. I was talking with this one man who after some time I realized was an older gentleman I met the evening before at the local gay bar. Once I knew who it was I had a feeling inside of security and trust.

I expressed my desire to have someone else do the shaving for me and he seemed more than interested. He offered. I accepted and before I knew it I was on my way to his house an hour away. All I was told was to wear an old T-shirt I wouldn’t mind ruining and to call for further instructions when I got to a certain intersection.

My dick was hard the whole way. I didn’t quite understand why because there was no attraction to this guy whatsoever. Anyway, I got to the intersection where I was supposed to call and did. He gave me the rest of the directions to his place and told me to call him when I got to the parking lot.

I parked at his complex and made the call. I was shaking and excited at the same time. Although it was freezing outside, he told me to take off my shoes and socks and walk to his place. He told me I would see a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs at the bottom of the steps once I got in. I was to put the blindfold, then the cuffs, then get on my knees and wait. For some reason, I did as I was told. The hottest journey of my life had just begun.

The next thing I heard was his voice telling me that I was a very good boy, that I was to crawl up the stairs on my hands and knees. At this point I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into. There could be a group of guys up there waiting to have their way with me. I could get killed or raped. I swallowed my fear. At this point, what other choice did I have? I was cuffed and blindfolded and completely helpless. I climbed the stairs in complete darkness. When I got to the top I felt his hand on my shoulder. Again he told me I was a good boy. Next thing I felt was a cold chain go around my neck and then I heard a padlock click. I was his.

He told me I was safe. He said if at any time I wanted this fantasy to end, to just say so.

He told me about his shaving fetish. I told him to not shave my arms. I had a physical job, wore a T-shirt to work and didn’t want the guys to see me with shaved arms. He said: “That’s fine. No worries.”

With that, my T-shirt was ripped off, my jeans pulled down, and my underwear torn from my body. I was led onto his bed. I felt plastic underneath me. I knew I was in for an interesting time ahead. First he shaved my head, moved to my chest, then my balls. He rolled me over and shaved my asshole, then down my legs. I had such a boner the whole time but he didn’t touch me sexually. I heard him leave the room and then a shower running. He asked if I wanted a shower. I replied of course. Then the water was turned off. He came back in and said, “I forgot something.” That’s when I felt shaving cream go onto my arms. I didn’t fight, I let him. When all was done, my whole body was shaved except for my eyebrows.

He took off my blindfold and cuffs, and asked me if I enjoyed myself. I told him he had no idea how much. He said, “Good, the fun’s just started. Go shower and get ready. We’re going out.”

I didn’t know what he had in mind but I liked the sound of it. Keep in mind I still had a chain collar padlocked around my neck. After showering, I pulled on my jeans - the only thing I had left to wear. He handed me a beer.
I followed him in my car to the local leather bar. We walked in and everyone was looking at me. Hot guy, no shirt, no underwear, with a collar on, following an older man around. He fed me drinks, we talked about stuff, had a good time. He noticed me checking out a guy and asked me if I liked him. I told him I did. He encouraged me to flirt. I did for about an hour and then came up with this idea. The bar had a shoe shine station, and I thought, how hot would it be to have the guy I was watching get up there and have his boots shined. I told him to get a shine on me.
My older friend said, “When he gets done, you tell him they look good. Then tell him you want to wear them and give him your shoes to wear.”

I thought he was nuts but he assured me it was the only way to see if the guy was into me or not. I agreed and did it. Lo and behold: the guy took off those fuckin’ boots and gave them to me. I gave him mine to wear and returned to my buddy. He patted me on the back and gave me a wink. That’s when he pulled out the key from his pocket and unlocked my collar. He put the key in my hand and said, “Go collar ‘your’ boy and have a great night.” He thanked me for everything and said he’d see me around.

I walked to my boy and stared right into his eyes. He looked right back with such intent. When I was in front of him, I raised my hand and showed him the chain. He bowed his head without a word. I collared my bitch.

We left almost immediately. When we got to his place, I told him about my evening. He seemed more than interested. He went into the bathroom and came out with clippers. The only thing he said was, “Care to show me what you went through tonight?”

I shaved that pretty boy from head to toe. When we were done, I fucked him like crazy. All I could smell was the scent of shaving cream as I pounded his ass.

When we finished he passed out from exhaustion. No words were spoken I didn’t wake him up before I left. All that he found when he woke up was the key to his collar lying on the pillow next to him.
Johnny