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 Confessions of a Young Bottom (gay anal group)

   By billy69boy

   My name is Al.  Looking back, I feel like I am the luckiest guy in the
world.  Here's my story:

   For starters, I was lucky enough to discover my life's calling at a
young age.  It all started out innocently enough: I had a friend who was a
few years older than me.  He was barely into his teens.  We used to play
down by the river after school: climbing trees, skipping stones, catching
frogs...the usual things boys did together.  One day he brought a porn
magazine down to the river.  It showed Asian men doing various things with
each other: sucking cocks and one even put his cock in another man's ass. I
thought it was kind of odd at first.  I had never really thought of men
having sex with each other until I saw that magazine.  My hard dick told me
I was surprisingly aroused as well.

   We decided to try some of the stuff with each other.  I loved it all
right away.  My friend, however, quickly realized it wasn't for him.  But
he didn't mind getting his rocks off at my expense, so for the next year
and a half, I was his willing bitch.  Whenever he wanted to shoot his load,
I was there to take care of him.  He knew he could fuck me in the ass or
get me to swallow his cum any time he wanted.  The only thing he did for me
was to give me a hand job one time, but I didn't mind.  I was just
interested in doing whatever he wanted.  I realized that pleasing him meant
more to me than anything else.

   And so it all began.  When we moved away, I really missed my fuck buddy.
I grew restless at my new home, and I really got the sense that something
was missing in my life.

   One night, I impulsively snuck out of my bedroom window and took a walk.
I discovered a drive-in movie theater just a few blocks away, and I snuck
in under the fence.  I took up a spot by the projection booth and sat down
to watch the movie.  Despite the fact that it was summer, there was a cool
breeze that made me shiver a little.  An older man walked by carrying a
drink and a box of popcorn.  I guess he saw me shaking, and told me he had
a blanket back in his car if I wanted to use it.  I stood up and followed
him to his car.  He wrapped me up nice and snug in his blanket.  Within
five minutes he was touching me, and I liked it.  I figured he was in his
50's, but I wasn't sure.

   After a few minutes, he said he had to go the bathroom, and if I wanted
to get more comfortable, then go ahead.  I didn't know what he meant, but I
did know I wanted him to continue touching me.  At first, I undid my pants
and shoved them down to my knees, and pulled my shirt up.  But then, I
thought maybe I should get completely naked for him, so took all my clothes
off and re-wrapped the blanket around me.  When he came back, it didn't
take him long to discover that I was naked under the blanket.

   Without another word, he drove out of the theater and parked in a patch
of woods close to my house.  He leaned over and lowered the back of my seat
so it was like a bed.  He carefully peeled back the blanket, like I was a
delicate flower or something, and I was very excited: This was the first
time I was ever naked in front of an adult.  My boyish cock was already
rigid, and I closed my eyes.  I could feel his hot wet mouth surround my
shaft, and he began to gently suck me off.  I could hear his breathing get
deeper and louder as his head moved up and down on me.



   The next thing I knew, I felt something brushing my face.  I opened my
eyes and I was staring at his stiff member.  Instinctively, I opened my
mouth, and he slipped it in, and began pumping my face.  We both ended up
cumming in each other's mouths, and I really liked it.  He tasted quite
good.



   He drove me closer to my house, and he asked me if I wanted to come over
to his place the next day, and I agreed.  That was the beginning of a long
relationship I had with the old man.  I owe him a big debt of gratitude,
because he became my sexual mentor.  He taught me how to properly suck a
cock, and how to take one in my ass.  In fact, I ended up at his place
every Saturday and Sunday afternoon to receive more lessons.  He loved to
take pictures of me, which I liked, because he made me feel like a glamour
model.

   When he decided I was ready, he started inviting some of his friends
over to test me out.  The first time, I was nervous, but willing.  He was
always kind and considerate, and he never made me to do anything against my
will.  He always asked my permission if we were getting ready to try
something new.  But the first time I had one cock in my mouth, and another
one in my ass, I was hooked.  I discovered that I loved to use my young
naked hairless body to please other men.  He took a lot of pictures of me,
with his friends' cocks stuffed in my ass, and buried down my throat.  He
didn't take face pictures, just body pictures, so none of the men could be
recognized.

   In between my visits to his home, I took to hanging out in the nearby
park.  Men would meet me and take me out into the woods and use me to their
delight, and mine.  I loved it when several men would take turns shoving
their hard meat deep into my mouth and ass.  I started spending most of my
free time looking for opportunities to please men.  I loved being the
center of attention, and being treated like an inconsequential piece of
meat while giving men what they wanted.  Sometimes I would literally get
man-handled, and some of the men insisted that I call them "daddy" or
"granddad" or "uncle"...I loved it all.  I realized that I enjoyed
pleasuring older men, some of them 20 or even 40 years my senior.  Boys my
age didn't turn me on at all.

   When I joined the Navy, all my prior experience really came in handy. 
Every time I had liberty, which was quite often, I would have sex with at
least one man and most of the time it was more than one.  When I first got
to San Diego I would walk from downtown to the roller skating rink which
was about 5 or 6 blocks.  I would always wear the same clothing which
consisted of Penny Loafers with no socks, chinos which had an elastic waist
so I didn't need a belt, and no underwear, and a shirt that buttoned down
the front.



   I would always unzip my pants at the beginning of the walk, and normally
I wouldn't walk more than a block before a car would stop and ask if I
wanted a ride.  I always said yes and I would get into the car.  As soon as
I sat down my right hand would go under my shirt and I would unbutton my
pants and make sure that my cock was free of my pants but still covered by
my shirt.  I didn't want to expose myself.  I had a rule that the man had
to start everything and that I would be very passive.  It wouldn't be long
before the man's hand would be sliding across the seat until his finger
would be touching my leg, then his hand would be on my leg and when he knew
I was not protesting, he would put his hand on my shirt- covered cock and
begin stroking.

   At that point I would slide my left hand onto his leg and over to his
cock, which I would begin playing with.  I would also remove my shoes with
my feet and I would begin to unbutton my shirt.  The man would usually turn
to me with a smile on his lips and ask me what did I enjoy doing and in the
beginning I used to say 'Anything, sir' but after a few weeks my answer
was: 'I like to get naked sir, and I like sucking cock, and if you want to
sir, you can fuck me.'

   He would pull off the road and park behind a church or a grocery store
that was closed and he would tell me to get into the back seat.  It would
only take seconds for me to remove my shirt and pants and I would climb
over the seat and be sitting in the back seat completely naked, waiting for
him, and from that point on, it would be whatever the man wanted. 
Sometimes I just sucked him off and other times he would fuck me.

   When he was finished with me, I would climb back over the seat, get
dressed and then get out of the car and continue walking toward the roller
skating rink hoping that someone else would pick me up and the fun would
continue.  If I was lucky I would get picked up 3 or 4 times a night before
I had to get back to the base.

   One night, while walking around town, I happened upon an adult movie
theater close to my base where I figured I could get some action.  I was
right.  Soon it became a regular hangout.  I would slip in at night, and
sit way in the back.  In no time, men would creep up and surround me.  I
couldn't wait to take my clothes off and feel their hands all over my body.
I loved being used and abused by total strangers.  I would let them do
anything they wanted to me, and sometimes they could be quite rough.  But,
back then, that was what I wanted.  The only thing was, I kept losing my
clothes and shoes each night.  I would find them aisles away after the
movies were over and the lights in the theater came on.

   One night, before the movies began, a man approached me, and told me to
come with him.  He took me up to the projection room and opened a hatch and
told me to look through it.  I could see everything in the last aisle where
I always sat.  He told me that he enjoyed watching me have fun with all the
men, and he had a suggestion.  (It turned out; he was the theater owner as
well as the projectionist.) First, he offered to let me in for free
whenever I wanted.  Then, he gave me a trench coat.  He told me to take my
clothes off first and leave them in the booth, along with my shoes.  He
gave me a pair of flip-flops to wear in the theater.  That way, I wouldn't
keep losing my clothes and shoes all the time.  He further instructed me to
remain covered up in the trench coat, and to let the men open it up and
discover that I was naked underneath.  This appealed to me completely, and
that is what I did.

   That first night, I had more attention than ever.  One stranger after
another made their way to me and used my body every which way.  My mouth
and my ass were stuffed full at all times, while other men felt my body up,
and jerked off on me while they watched me fucking and sucking constantly.
I was their sex ragdoll, and I loved every minute of it.  I would come back
night after night and do it all over again, but that first night in the
trench coat I must have serviced over twenty men, and I was sore the next
day when I woke up.

   On one of my "discovery" walks, I was picked up by a man who began
taking me to private parties in hotels.  He would dress me up in
provocative outfits that barely covered anything.  I was to go around
serving drinks to the men who attended.  I would get such a rush as I felt
their lustful eyes looking my young body up and down.  It was easy for me
to figure out what they were thinking...and I wanted them to do everything
to me that they thought about doing.  One party was a costume party, and
the man dressed up as a Cowboy, and gave me a skimpy Indian outfit to wear.
It basically consisted of a tiny loincloth and a headband with a few
feathers.  He wrote on my forehead with bright red lipstick: Chief Want
Cum, and painted arrows down my cheeks to my mouth.  On my back, he wrote
the same name, and the arrows went all the way down my back and pointed to
my ass.

   The men were obviously amused, and I loved all their snide remarks. 
They called me all kinds of names like "cum slut" and "little fuck toy". 
The man who brought me liked to refer to me as his "cum dumpster", and at
parties he would introduce me as a "party favor" to the men.  The first
half of the party I was serving snacks to the men while they groped me and
the second half of the party they were providing me with their cum in both
holes.  At one party, I serviced nine men throughout the evening, although
not all at once.

   I met Larry at one of those parties.  Well, actually, I didn't really
meet him: he sat in the corner all night, just watching the action.  But he
gave me his phone number as I was leaving, and I called him the next day.
He took me to a fast food joint, fed me, and asked me a million questions
about what I liked and didn't like, and what I was willing to do and not
do. I told him I wasn't into bondage or spanking or pain, but pretty much I
was willing to do most anything else...oh, I also didn't want to have to
drink anyone's pee, but I didn't mind if the men wanted to pee on me, so
long as I could take a shower afterward.

   Larry never had sex with me, but he sure managed to get me laid hundreds
of times over.  He was a voyeur, and got off watching other men have sex.
So, Larry became sort of my pimp, I guess you might say: He would put me in
the back seat of his car and tell me to get undressed.  Then he would drive
to a parking lot near the woods where men were known to prowl for action. I
don't know what he would say to the men he encountered, but when they got
back to his car, the stranger would climb in the back with me.  I would
give each man the same opening line: "So, what can I do for you to give you
pleasure tonight sir?" The men would tell me what they wanted, and I would
deliver, while Larry would watch from the front seat.  After the man was
satisfied, Larry would go out and find the next "customer" for me to take
care of.  Sometimes, the man he picked up for me would want to take me into
the nearby woods to have his way with me, and Larry would lead the way.  I
didn't mind.  I loved pleasing men outdoors, just as I did as a teen back
home.

   One time on a train out to my duty station in San Diego from Chicago, I
was approached by a man in the dining car.  I agreed to accompany him back
to his sleeper car, where he gave me a speech to make to his friends: I was
to stand naked in front of the men who joined him, with my hands behind my
head: "I am a cock sucking, cum loving whore.  My mouth is your mouth to do
with as you please.  My ass is your ass to do with as you please.  My only
purpose for being here is to provide you and your friends with sexual
pleasure." I would then just stand there until someone told me to do
something.  The anticipation of what was to come next was delicious!  I had
hands running all over my body, fingers exploring my ass and mouth; they
fondled my balls and caressed my erection.  I was in heaven.  I don't
remember how many men had their way with me in that sleeper car, but there
sure were a lot of hard dicks wanting my attention.  I remember the party
went on for hours and hours.

   One time when I was on leave, I took a bus back East.  It was so
stifling and such a long trip, I bailed out somewhere in the Midwest to
relax for a couple of days at a hotel.  I had a bathing suit that was way
too small, but I wore it to the pool and dove in.  It was afternoon, and
the only other person sitting around the pool was an older gentleman in his
50's with grey hair, reading the newspaper.  I could feel his eyes on me. I
began to have a few erotic scenes run through my head, so I had to
rearrange my cock in my swim suit.  I got out of the pool using the ladder
right in front of the man.  He looked up from his paper and he asked me how
the water was.  All the while, he stared at the front of my swim suit which
showed the outline of my erection.  We chatted about the weather and
trivial things, and he finally asked if I would like a beer in his unit,
which I agreed to do.  When we got to his room I asked him if I could use
his shower to wash off the chlorine and he told me to go ahead.



   I went into the bathroom, removed my swim suit, took a fast shower and
wrapped a towel around my waist and went back out to the main room for the
beer.  When I sat down next to him my towel came untied (accidentally on
purpose) and we sat there drinking and talking.  He put his hand on the bed
between our bodies and slowly moved it so that one of his fingers was
touching my bare leg.  When I didn't protest, he just moved his hand over
to my cock and began rubbing it through the towel.  I moved my hand and put
it on his cock over his swimsuit and he asked me what I enjoyed doing.



   I removed my towel completely and knelt on the floor between his legs,
sliding his swim suit off and began sucking his cock.  When he was really
hard and wet from my saliva, I looked up at him and told him that he could
fuck me if he wanted.  He couldn't get me on the bed fast enough.  As I was
kneeling there on all fours and he put his cock at the entrance of my ass,
and gave one push and he was buried deep inside me.  He grabbed my hips and
began fucking me with hard, fast strokes and it didn't take him long before
he grabbed my hips really hard, gave one last thrust and started cumming
inside me.  I collapsed on the bed and he fell on top of me and we laid
there until his cock softened and slipped out of my ass and then he rolled
off of me.  I got dressed and before leaving he asked if he could see me
again later that night, which I agreed to do.



   About 7:30 that night I was laying on my bed naked watching TV and there
came a knock on my door.  Because I thought it was him, I stayed naked and
opened the door.  It was him, but he also had a friend with him.  Suffice
it to say, I ended up having sex with both of them, one in my ass and one
in my mouth and sometimes they switched places.  Great motel and great fun
was had by all, especially me.



   When he brought his friend to my room, I forgot to add that he had
brought a camera with him, and I agreed to pose for some pictures, some by
myself and some with his friend.  Then he put his camera on a tripod and he
had a long cord attached to the camera so he could take pictures with that,
so all 3 of us were in the picture.  I loved posing for pics like that.  It
made me that much hornier.  I enjoyed giving pleasure and in return I
received pleasure from doing that.  To hear the men's moans and groans, and
to hear them talk dirty to me and to feel their hands all over my naked
flesh was pleasure enough for me.  Whenever I had sex with either a single
man or a group, I was always naked and I didn't care if they were dressed
or not...but I loved being naked.

   Well, these are a few highlights of my sexual experiences as a youth.  I
hope you enjoyed my stories.  I did enjoy reminiscing.  Thanks for taking
the time to read them.  Do I have any regrets?  Looking back, I would have
to say: Hell Yes I have regrets!  I regret that I didn't do twice as much
as I did.  I had quite a lot of fun, and the men made me feel like a rock
star.  Even the rough ones were very kind and appreciative of my
willingness to serve them in any way they wanted.  No one ever hurt me, or
made me to do anything I didn't want to do.  For me, it was all very
exciting: the attention, the groping, the group sex, the parties, the
picture taking, and especially the satisfaction I got from pleasuring all
those grateful older men.  And to think, it all started with a magazine
full of naked Asian men.

   If I had it all to do over again, I wouldn't change a thing...except
that I would have done so much more.

   Sincerely,

   Al (You can call me chiefwantcum if you like!)