The Ad

Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss

Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team

Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence

It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that.

Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his Bud on a Gay Board. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number.

Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't Gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble.

One Friday he hid his friend's clothes during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them.

They went out on a double date that night. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of getting laid, they got wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away, and their friend at the gas station scored them some beers.

A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs."

"Crap! Listen, you Stupid Faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!"

"Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me."

"Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled.

"Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number ."

"Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?"

The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang.

Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch.

"Can I help you?"

"This Eric Lawson's house?"

"Yeah."

"You Eric?"

"Yeah."

The Intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the Stranger pulled him up.

"Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’."

"Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?"

The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain.

"Unimportant. I want an apology."

The man smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the Young Jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him.

"Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim.

" You got it wrong, Kid. Who are you?"

"I'm Tim."

"Eric's brother?"

"No. A friend."

Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected.

He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was Gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the Internet to hook up and frequented the local Gay haunts. And, Stevie was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well.

The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road.

Once the Jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but the Straight rejected him. He turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude Dude into submission, and raped his Ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the Cops, but finally concluded the Breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still NEG, since he’d been POZ a year by then.

The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a Gay bar when this Pretty Boy came in. The uppity Twink eyed everyone like they didn't deserve to breathe. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the Youth, who shoulda been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the Punk—till Pretty Boy made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. That pissed Steve off.

When Pretty Boy left, Steve followed him. When the Kid opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him.

The Punk was probably was a Top since his Ass was extremely tight. He licked the Boy's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS Jizz up the Boy’s Ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, leaving the Kid sobbing on the bed.

Still horny he fucked the Punk a second time. The blood on his Dick told him the Kid had gotten what he deserved. Taking the Boy’s briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time.

Steve mulled over what to do with these two Queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat.

He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid.

But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He’d pistol-whip the Cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” Service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out.

When he found the Teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night.

Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss.

Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name."

“Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.”

“Yer the Queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.”

“We’re not Queer. We’re both Straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on Eric.”

"Don’t matter none. Yer Boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” He turned to Eric. Now kiss my Ass, you fuckin’ Fairy!"

"Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the Dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him.

"Don’t make me shoot ya!"

Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?"

"I hardly think so."

"Please, Sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore."

"Sorry don’t cut it, Sonny. Ya gotta pay ."

"My money’s in my room"

"I’m not into thievin’."

"What do you want?"

"I wanted you to apologize. But I changed my mind. I want you to Suck Me Off."

“I think I’ll just apologize.

“Too late for that.”

"I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not Fags!"

"Either that or the Crisco treatment.”

Anxious not to aggravate the incensed Man further, a resigned Eric nodded his assent.

"First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none."

Eric led Stevie to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the Dining Room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Timmy's wrists and swab his bleeding lips.

"Now—take off his jeans and tennies."

"Why?"

"Don't fuckin’ question me! So he don’t run out on us.”

Eric removed Tim's pants, and Steve was delighted to the see the Athlete’s muscled legs and Speedos (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off easy.

"An’ the Speedos."

Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedos, exposing his Boyfriend’s shriveled Dick and Balls, and planted them squarely in Stevie’s outstretched hand. The man’s Cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them.

"Now strip for me."

Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his pants. He wore the same bikini briefs he’d put on for the double-date. Steve whistled and Eric blushed. He finished taking off his pants and sneakers.

"Hand me the bikinis, Kid."

Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk.

"Cum over here."

A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Boy's pink Nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his Cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled the Youth On autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s Ass, nudging his hairless Pucker. The Youth trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his Ass Crack.

"I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Stevie whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked his ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming Kid. Passionately he kissed the Boy, who totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Youngster’s mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his Crotch.

"Unzip my pants. Take out my Cock."

Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect Cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the Boy scrutinized the loathsome Rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He’d never envisioned Sucking Cock, but was curious about what the Bitches felt, and why they were so reticent.

"Suck It!"

The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big Shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man.

"Mister, I’ve never…."

"Lick it all over."

Reluctantly the Boy took the large Pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's Dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the Head, and Precum covered his tongue. He retched, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed.

On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. He made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on the Stranger’s Dick. Eric was naked and aroused.

"That's it, Boy, Suck It Good!"

Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the Kid’s Throat or go for the Gold.

"Eric?"

Steve’s Cock slipped out of his mouth as he turned to observe his injured Pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back.

"Suck it, Pretty Boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop. Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good."

"Why are you making him do that?"

"I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my Cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a Fag!"

Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth.

"I’ll tell ya when to stop, Cunt Face.”

“You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your Ass."

"Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two Fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.”

The Boys looked at the big Dude apprehensively.

"Eric, Baby—time to suck your Bud."

"WHAT?!" both Teens exclaimed.

Steve picked up the gun again, and Eric knelt between Tim's legs. The Swimmer licked Tim's shriveled Dick, who grimaced and grunted; but a mouth is a mouth, and soon his Cock stood up.

" From now on, you two Faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know."

"Fuck you to Hell!".

"Cum to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a Sweet Ass! Now Boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.”

Hoping to buy time, the Youth bobbed up and down on Tim fanatically. Steve knelt behind him and pulled his Cheeks apart, appraising the Virgin Cherry. It was pink and tight and hairless.

"Boy, I think I’m gonna give your Pucker what it deserves."

"Don't hurt me, Sir!"

Steve slapped Eric on the Butt.

"Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that Ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any Crisco? No? Well, in that case, Fistin’ might sting a bit. But you’re a brave Stud, I can tell."

Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real Faggot might—anything to appease the Man. Tim felt his Balls shrivel, as Pre-Cum boiled from his Dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his Pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired the Pervert more.

Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix.

"Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.”

Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in.

Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore.

Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in.

Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch.

The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis!

Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs.

Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years.

Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew.

Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole.

"Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy."

Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream.

"Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!"

Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex.

Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork.

"OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN."

"What! Me? No Way!”

“Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!"

"You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!"

Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked.

“S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!”

"No!"

"I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.”

“ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!"

Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt.

"That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him."

Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too.

"Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.”

Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship.

Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever!

Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass.

"Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.”

He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself.

He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever.

Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck.

Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him.

"Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?"

Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole.

"Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love."

Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again.

Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed.

Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to

pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion.

Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.

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