My name is Marc and this is the story of how I was “Turned into a Poz S***”. Let me start off by telling you that I am 19, had just finished my first year of community college. I am 5’10”, 130 pounds, brown hair and eyes. I have a runner’s build mainly due to cross country running in high school and now community college. The most important fact to know is that at the time of this story, I was still a virgin.

It all began innocent enough. As usual Rick (my best bud and a decent looking guy) and I were playing video games for a while, kicking back and having a few beers. Rick was 5’6”, about my weight. Out of no where Rick asked me if I wanted to check out some of his new pornos he just gotten a couple days ago. Of course I was game. What teenage guy would say no? He pulled a box off a high shelf in his closet. As we started flipping through them, I was amazed. These weren’t the Playboys I had seen before. They were h******* f*** books. They were full of slutty women, sucking and being fucked by guys with huge, hard c****. I was boned in seconds. I found myself rubbing my bone through my shorts without even thinking about it. “F*** dude I’ve got a b**** from hell!” I said. “Yeah, me too. I got to jerk this one off or my c*** is going to explode. You going for it too?” He stood up and dropped his shorts. This was the first time I had seen a guy in the flesh with a b****. I knew mine was a good size but his looked bigger. I followed suit and pushed my shorts down too.

“Not a bad sized c*** but I think I have you beat” he said to me. They looked pretty close to the same length to me, but his was differently fatter, a real p**** splitter. “You ever measure your’s?” I shook my head no. He went over to his desk and grabbed a wooden ruler saying “Stand up, dude.” With his left hand he pulled my d*** down straight, so it was sticking straight out. F*** I almost shot my load right there. This was the first time someone else touched my d***. He laid the ruler on top of my shaft and measured from the base of my c*** to the head. I came in at 7-1/2 inches. Rick then laid the ruler on his c*** he was over 8 inches. That out of the way, we went back to spanking our c**** and flipping through the mag’s. “Rick, check this out.” It was a series of photos of some guy held a chick by her head and burying his huge d*** in her face. “F*** dude I hope I can find a chick that can swallow my pole like that.”

“Yeah, but it’s hard to find any chick that even put it in her mouth” Rick said knowingly, to which I responded “Rick, have you had any chick s*** you yet?” “Not yet. But if you promise not to tell anyone I will show you something real cool.” “Sure.” With that he laid cross ways on the bed, threw his feet over his head and walked them down the wall. My mouth fell open as about half of his c*** slid into his mouth. Flexing his knees he was giving himself a b******. He did this for a few minutes then straightened back out. “You want to see if you can do it?” “F*** yeah.” I got up on the bed and did every thing like he did but my c*** was still six inches from my face. He tried helping for a bit by pushing down on my a**. I had to give up after a bit because my back was starting to hurt. F*** was I let down. I just fell short of getting my first b******, even if it was from myself. I knew I wasn’t going to get to see what it was like to do myself right away.

Don’t ask me why, but I had to see what it was like. “Rick let me try it on you.” “NO way dude that’s gay!” “You just did it.” “Yeah, but it was my own c***.” Guess I had him there. He stepped up to me on the bed, with his c*** inches from my face. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed his shaft and pulled it out straight. I leaned forward and slid it into my mouth. As I started bobbing up and down his shaft, he hissed “Watch your teeth, dude.” I sucked it for a few minutes when he pulled out of my mouth. “I can’t do this. Let’s just wack`em off.” That’s as far as my first time went. A bit after we had finished cleaning the puddles of c** off our bellies, I asked Rick if he would let me try it again another time. He wasn’t game, but he told me how last summer, he and two of his friends went camping down at the lake.

Rick told me that they all caught good buzzes from some weed and beer that they had. They called it a night and all climbed in the tent and crashed. During the night Rick had to take a piss. He noticed both his buds were not in their sleeping bag. After p****** he could hear something was happening behind some bushes. When he peeked through the bushes he about died. Both buds were going at it, one was sucking the other’s d***. Rick just left and went back to his bag. Rick mentioned, that if I wanted he could mention me to one of his friend, but Rick didn’t want to hear about anything if it did happen to work out. I was still curious so I told him to go ahead. That was the last we talked about it. It actually went long enough that I forgot the whole conversation about his friend. Late that summer I was at a party at Rick’s. It was winding down. The beer was almost gone and I was out of weed. I was saying later to everyone this guy named Steve asked me if I could give him a lift home. Steve was a year younger than I, about 6’1″, which is about an inch taller then am I. He had spiked brown hair and out-weighed me by 50 pounds. He’d burn one with me when we got there.

That was the magic phrase. I told him, “Cool.” He lived about five miles out of town. When we got to his apartment we went back to his bedroom. He propped a pillow up on the wall, on his bed and started rolling one. I got the wooden chair. I remember his s*** was good. Man did I have a mean buzz going and I was starting to feel very h****. Then totally out of the blue he asks,“You getting h****?” Totally caught off guard, “What?” “Bro, it’s not that hard to tell when you’re throwing wood.” Sure enough my shorts were tenting. Then Steve asked,” You want to s*** my c***?’ I gave Steve a funny look then he added, “Rick told me you might be interested in sucking some d***?”

Now I knew he must be one of the guys Rick had told me about on the camping trip. “Are you serious?” “Does this look serious to you?” He says pulling his shorts down tight to his obvious b****. ” I could really go for a b******* right now.” “Dude, I don’t know.” “You already had Rick’s c*** in your mouth so it’s not like you can say you’re not a cocksucker. I don’t care who’s swinging on my meat as long as it feels good. If you don’t want it to get around town you’ve sucked d***, I think you’ll s*** mine off.” I was totally in shock with his comment. He could see the defeat in my face. “Cool.” He says raising his b*** off the bed pushes his shorts down, and then kicks them off. “Get over here and start sucking.”

I kind of went into automatic, I knelt next to the bed, reached out with my right hand and lifted his hard c*** off his stomach. The head already had a drop of precum oozing out the slit. I licked it. It had no real flavor but the slickness coated my tongue. I took it into my mouth and start bobbing up and down the shaft. After a minute he tells me to push my tongue tighter up against his shaft. “Oh, yeah, Dude. You’re making it feel good. Look at all the ooze you got pumping out of my piss slit. Give my head a good licking.” I swirled my tongue all over the head, his precum coating the inside of my mouth and tongue.

“It also feels when you lick my balls.” With that he bent his knees out and pushes his balls to my lips. The musk off his sack filled my nose. Not bad, just different. I worked his balls for a bit, then Steve told to get back to sucking his c***. With that he poked his c*** back into my mouth. I must have been doing it right. He started running his fingers through my hair and telling, “Oh yeah, you’re making it feel good man! S*** on that pole.” He started jabbing his c*** in my mouth, occasionally gagging me when he hit my throat. His words turned to grunts as he pumped my mouth. His fingers tighten a bit more on my head and he started chanting “F***, yeah, f*** yeah, F*** YEAH!” He held my head in place and with a final thrust his c*** started pulsing and his c** fired into my mouth. He grunted with every pulse of his d*** and his hips bucked a bit. A minute after his c*** stopped pumping his juice he fell back on the bed. I swallowed his c** without a thought. It had a strong, sweet banana flavor to it.

“If that was your first time you did great.” I look down. His c*** is still hard and shiny with my spit and some of his c** slime. “I’m beat, but if you want to smoke another one, go ahead and roll it.” As I’m rolling it, Steve asks if I was cool with what we just did. I told him it was kind of cool, thinking of the compliment he gave me on how well I did. I fired up the joint and we got baked again. As we smoked it I noticed his d*** never went soft. “Dude you’re still hard.” “Yeah, it never goes down after the first shot. It usually takes two to five wads before it goes down. I was thinking after we finish this you’d go for another round.”

“Guess I don’t have much choice.” He smiled and took another hit. We no more than finished the joint when he looked at me and said “It’s time to eat some more d***. Crawl up here between my legs and get busy with it.” As I worked his pole into the back part my mouth Steve ran his hands through my hair, and occasionally would grab my head to work my face up and down his pole at the speed he wanted. After about a half an hour he pulled me off his c*** and got off the bed. “Dude, let’s try something else. Strip and stretch out on the bed.” I was a little shocked, thinking maybe we were going to get each other off. I lay back on the bed on my back. “No, Dude. I want you on your belly. I’m going to c******* you.” I gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what he was talking about.

“I’m going to b*** f*** you. Roll over.” I rolled over on my belly and watched as he went over to his dresser and got a bottle of lotion. He squirted a bit onto his fingertips. He rubbed them into my a** crack and pushed a finger into my a** a few times. I had fingered myself a few times before when jacking off. That much was ok. Then he squirted more into his hand and worked it up and down his f*** pole saying “Dude this is going to feel so good.” He went behind me and moved my legs apart enough to climb between them. I felt him crawl on the bed, his ankles over my calves.

“Put your arms down along your sides.” Steve laid his body over mine. His chest felt nice against my back. His left arm was tight to mine and I felt him reach between us with his right to aim his c*** into my a** crack. Once he had it lined up with my pucker his arm returned to my side. I felt as though he totally owned me. “Okay, Dude. You ready? Just relax.” With that his arms tighten to my sides and he thrust his full pole straight in my a**.

I was surprised how easily Steve’s d*** slid into my a**. I then realized that my a** was twitching and was glad that Steve was f****** me. I thought to myslef “Wow I must be gay!” As I lay there he slowly started to rock his hips just a bit. He felt my hole relaxing more and he moaned in my ear. “MMMM F*** your hole feels SOOO good! Just relax now.” With that he raised up on his elbows and began sliding his c*** out and back into my a** nice and slow. It felt so good to me I couldn’t help but moan. I could feel my hole pull out as his c*** slid out, then push back in me with his in stroke. “Oh yeah, man you’ve got one hot a** here” he said as he started pumping harder. His balls started bouncing off mine. After a while he sat back and pulled out. I felt a bit empty without his c*** in me. Damn I needed his c*** back in me, so when he told me to roll over on my back, I wasted no time getting into position.

This was the first time I noticed my c*** was hard as hell. “It’s feeling good for you too huh?” He reached down and stroked my c***. This much almost brought me off. I moaned as he released my d***. Steve placed my ankles on his shoulders. He trailed a couple stings of spit on to my pucker and rubbed it around with his c*** head. The hot sponginess was feeling good now. With the head wedged in my crack, he leaned down over, kind of in a push up position, folding me in half, slid all the way in and started long f****** me, pulling almost out, then slamming his hips into my a**. Steve made sure his belly kept contact with my balls and my c***. In no time I felt my balls draw up and I started one of the strongest orgasms of my life.

“Squeeze that a**” he said as he plowed me through my ball dump. “F*** YEAH, that was great.” Then he went into rabbit f*** speed f****** me hard. “Oh, Dude, I’m close. I’m going to c** in your a**.” Then Steve grunted and I felt his d*** spasm in my a**. Without any break Steve flipped us over so he was on his back and I was sitting on his c***. He looked me dead in the eye and ordered me to “Start f****** yourself silly on my pole.” I then began to rock back and forth and slide up and down on his d***. While I was f****** myself on his d*** I swear I thought I heard someone else in the apartment. It wasn’t until I felt a hand on my back that I knew for sure that we were not alone. I looked over my shoulder to see Rick naked, climbing on the bed, his hard c*** pointing towards my already invaded hole. Then it hit me: the two guys f****** on the camping trip were Steve and Rick. I had been set up!

Rick looked me in the eye and said “You’re a f****** s*** dude!” With that he buried his pole in my a** right next to Steve’s. I was surprised that it slid in so easily. Rick and Steve began to bump and buck against me as they pumped their c**** into me. From behind I could hear Rick breathing heavily as he slammed harder and harder into me. Steve just held still as Rick reached the point where he shot his seed deep in my hole. I was moaning and now begging to be fucked, saying to the studs f****** me “I can’t understand why I become so h**** from smoking weed.” Steve and Rick smirked and laughed and Steve said “The weed we smoked was laced with Tina.” I was shocked, yet turned on even more. I continued to beg for them to pound my hole.

They wasted no time each depositing another load in my hungry and well-used a**. As they pulled out of me I commented “I feel very empty I need to be fucked more.” They both said “We’d love to keep filling you with our dirty seed.” First Rick would f*** me and c** in my a** then Steve took his place and again filled me up. I took at least 5 loads from each guy. When they finished filling my a** we lit another joint as they looked down at me, and said, “Hope you like out little gift?” “You mean showing me how great it is to get fucked?” “No, our gift is the poz c** we filled you with.”

I was right that they were the two who fucked on the camping trip, what I didn’t know was that Steve got Rick stoned and high on Tina laced joints and fucked him full of poz c**. Now I was Rick’s addition to their group. As I toked on the joint I didn’t care what they did to me, all I wanted was more c**** and c** in my a**!