Down the Hatch

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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I lay panting on the shower floor, looking up at Shawn and the others.  My skin was tingling, burning, from where each hot splash had hit me.  In one day, I’d gone from a regular, straight guy to the kind of guy who would let himself end up here.

And I was still hard.

The guys had gone right back to showering after coating me in college-boy cum, rinsing off and chit-chatting after hosing me down bukkake style.  My face went redder and my cock throbbed at that thought.  I’d seen bukkake porn before, but it was always a girl in the middle, not a boy… Not me.

And I was still hard!

How had things come to this?  Why had I chosen Shawn’s penis over my girlfriend?

“Hey!  Hey, look!  He’s still hard!”  Charlie guffawed, and the shower rang with a cacophony of echoing laughter.  Gradually the laughter faded, and the swimmers cleared out, leaving me on my own with nothing but the distant echoes of their conversation for company, and even that faded.  While I waited, all the bukkake porn I’d seen replayed in my head, only instead of the girl, it was me in the middle.  I moaned and shoved my fist into the front of my speedo, gripping my stiff dick to start pumping.

Why is this making me so horny?

What is Shawn doing to me?

Am I really going to get to suck them, too?

That last thought was almost too much for me.  The hand on my dick froze as my other hand started wiping across my body, mixing their cum all together before I brought it up to my face.  Mouth gaping in ecstasy, I slapped my hand onto my face, cum smearing and splattering across my cheeks and, more importantly, into my mouth.  I started pumping again, frantic, as I licked and sucked at my hand, rubbing cum shamelessly over my face in the process; uncoordinated, like I was drunk on it.  My eyes rolled back into my head again as I lost control, slipping around on the floor as I pumped another load into my already cum-soaked speedo.  Through all the blinding pleasure, there was only one thing that I could see—Shawn and his penis.

It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me in escalating cascades.  I was ready for it to end, aware that Coach or anyone could walk in and find me like this, but it just kept surging to new heights, shattering my blindness into a field of fractal colors.  I started to get scared that it was going to overwhelm me entirely, that my sanity would be washed away by the flood, but all I could do was hold on and let go.

I collapsed onto the floor, panting, cum squishing between my flesh and the tiles.  It was finally over.  I blinked, trying to clear the lingering stars from my field of vision, and then looked around.  Nobody caught me, which was good, but if Coach walked in and saw this mess…  I tried to push myself up, and my hand slid right out from under me, sending me slapping back down onto the floor.  There was so much cum that it was like laying in a pool of oil; I couldn’t get any traction. 

I rolled over onto my stomach and started sliding toward the nearest of the steel columns that was circled by shower heads.  I grabbed hold of it and pulled myself to my feet, my thighs quivering like a deer taking his first steps.  I clung to the steel and turned on the water, aiming it first at my feet so that I could stand more steadily, steam rising in thick curtains.  When I was finally on firm footing, I stepped under the scalding water and let it burn down my flesh and over the tiles to sweep more cum down the drain.  By the time I was clean, there was only a little left to wipe toward the drain with my foot.  After I was clean, I dried off and got dressed in silence, struggling not to think about what had just happened.

Don’t think about it, Shawn’s penis in my mouth.

Don’t think about it, all the guys watching it happen.

Don’t think about it, all the guys cumming on you like you were a bitch in a bukkake porn.

By the time I was dressed, I was already hard in my jeans.  I looked in the mirror, immediately noticing my bulge, and blushed.  I shook my head, as powerless to make it go away as I had been every time I got a random boner growing up.  Only this time it wasn’t random; I knew exactly what was making me so hard, I just didn’t know why it was happening; I didn’t know why I couldn’t think about anything else.

I was hot in my clothes when I walked out of the aquatic center and into the parking lot.  Most of the cars were gone, as was to be expected, but my old truck was sitting right there, and Shawn was standing next to it.  He had the two familiar bottles in his hands, his half-empty, and mine full.  I noticed his sneer, but lost focus on it when I realized how much I wanted my shake today.  My head started to ache, and I actually walked faster, even though it meant confronting him sooner.  I remembered telling him that I couldn’t give him a ride today, and even with everything that had happened, part of me wanted to leave him there.  I knew somehow that if I got in the truck with him, something was going to happen.  I didn’t know what, or if the thought was making me more terrified or hot, but something would happen.

Still, my head was starting to pound, and my mouth was feeling dry.  I stopped in front of him, not sure what to say.  A few moments passed in awkward silence before he offered the shake to me.

“Come on and drink your shake, buddy,” Shawn said in a very different tone—calm, friendly.  I reached out with trembling fingers and took it from him, raising it to my lips to start gulping.  “There you go.”  As I drank, I started to think about Shawn’s cum.

I’d gulped it, too.  In front of my girlfriend, and in front of the swim team.

I sucked at the mouth of the bottle a few times when it came up empty, trying to coax the final drops of the shake onto my tongue.  I licked and sucked at it, still thinking about Shawn’s cum, staring ahead unseeing.  Shawn chuckling brought me out of it.  He reached out and ruffled my hair before taking the bottle from me.  I stared at him, swaying on my feet.

“You know what, you don’t look like you should be driving right now.”  He tucked one of the bottles into the crook of his arm and reached out to take my keys from me.  He knew that I would never let him drive my truck, but… I knew he was right.  I watched him walk around to climb in the driver’s seat, and I climbed into the passenger seat when he unlocked the door.  He started driving in silence, and I was too distracted by the throbbing in my jeans to even pay attention to what was going on outside the windows.  Every time we would hit a bump, I would gasp as my dick bounced in my jeans.

But the dorms weren’t that far away.

“This isn’t the way,” I said after I managed to pay attention to what was going on outside the car.

“It’s a shortcut,” he said in response.  “Here,” he added.  I looked over just in time to see him pulling his cock out of his fly.  He reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, and I watched his cock roll across his thigh as it started to swell before standing up, rigid and tall.  His hand moved over to caress my neck, and then he started to pull my head over toward his lap.  “Don’t worry about where we’re going, just focus on this.”

He pulled me closer and closer.  As I took in the details of his erection, time seemed to slow down; I had all the time in the world.  I traced the veins and watched them flex and relax with the beating of his heart.  He’d just gotten hard, and it hadn’t been that long since I sucked him off in the shower, but there was a bead of precum glistening at the tip. 

The pressure on my head seemed to lessen as I willingly moved myself forward, opening my mouth and pressing my face down his shaft until I was pressing my nose into the rough denim of his jeans.  I started to move my head up and down slowly, reveling in the sensations of Shawn’s penis squishing in and out of my mouth, soft moans of contentment escaping me.

“Aww, yeah, you’re so good at sucking my dick,” he said as we rumbled down the road.  A shiver of delight ran up my spine, coming out around his shaft as a deep moan.  “Yeah,” he encouraged me, “Oh!”  He said suddenly, “Keep your head down so the cop next to us doesn’t see what you’re doing.”

Cop?

I was pretty sure I’d get arrested if he saw!

I held my breath and pressed myself down as far and as hard as I could.  Feeling his cock planted so deep in my mouth felt better than I expected, and I quickly found myself forgetting why I needed to stay low as I took delight from swallowing around his entire length.  I stayed in place as long as I could, backing off only when I absolutely had to breathe.

“Great job, faggot!” He complemented me as I took gasping breaths around his shaft.  I took a few breaths and then went right back to swallowing his cock.  “Yeah, you’re a natural cocksucker, fuck, you get better the more you do it.  Awww, fuck, keep it up, faggot!”

He kept talking, his words sending shivers up and down my spine.  I felt his hand slide into the back of my pants, and I wasn’t sure what to do.  I just kept sucking as his fingers slickly searched, circled, and came to rest on my hole.

Would Shawn do that?

Would I let him?

Could I even stop him?

The war was waged silently as I sucked, and his fingers squished into me before I could come up with a course of action.

I moaned and slurped in ecstasy, my back arching, my eyes wide.  It felt… It felt so… So… It felt so fucking good!  Not wanting to stop it, I succumbed to the urges that were driving me out of my mind, rocking into his fingers and slurping away on his dick.

“Aww, I knew you’d like it, buddy!” He gasped, spreading his fingers inside me.  “I always knew you’d like this,” he jabbed his fingers deep.

I moaned in acceptance, and again in surprise as the sensations sent me hurtling toward the edge.

“Oh, there we go,” he said, repeating the motion.

“GMMMMMM!” I moaned around his cock, another burst of pleasure threatening to overtake me.

“Looks like I found the spot, but you better cum quick, we’re almost there.”  He kept jabbing his fingers into me, sending gurgles and moans escaping in escalating pitch as the queer sensations defeated me, bringing my body to the brink of an orgasm like nothing I’d ever experienced before.  He reached down and pulled my head from his dick, pressing my face back down into his lap before the car lurched back on course as he grabbed the wheel, and he kept Jabbing.

“Huhhhh, Shawwwwnnnnnn!” I purred.

“Ohhh, what are you dooooiiiiinnngggg?”

“Awwww, ohhhhhhggggooooodddddd!”

“Uhhh, uhhhh, ohhhhhhh UHHHHH UNHHHHHH SHAWWWWWNNNNN!” I squealed as my ass quivered and clenched at his fingers.  I felt cum start to pour from my erection in a steady, pathetic stream that quickly turned the denim dark, and the shame of such a pathetic ejaculation just made the pleasure greater.

This was better than jacking off.

This was better than I’d imagined sex with my girlfriend being.

My wanton, shameless moans filled the cabin of my truck as it rumbled to a halt.  Shawn kept thrusting, waiting for me to finish cumming, and then pulled his hand out of my pants.  I pressed myself up, arms quivering just like my legs had in the shower and blinked my eyes against the bright morning light as I struggled to figure out where we were.

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