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Innocence Lost - 6
by Tim S. (no address provided)

***

A continuation of a story from 'way back in Archive #32. 
Sorry, my computer died. But don't worry. I've recovered 
all of it and have many more chapters ready. Anyway, it 
just gets better and more depraved- exciting from here. 
My first gang bang, some light bdsm and an introduction 
to fisting. (MMm, ped, oral, anal, orgy, gb, bd, fist)

***

If there was anything in my childhood that affected my 
adult life, then it was my first party. The things I 
experienced there are the stuff of legends and late 
night masturbation sessions. I will attempt to keep the 
commentary to a minimum as I chronicle the events of 
that night, but I would remind you, dear reader, to keep 
in mind my situation. Four years old. Still practically 
a baby. In a house with 30 gay men all of whom are 
drinking and doing drugs, and 1 other boy. To say that 
the situation was fucked up is an understatement. To say 
it wasn't fun would be a grievous lie. 

Bob left me alone in the bathroom for a few minutes to 
go downstairs and check it out. I stood there, alone, in 
this strange house while the alcohol, marijuana and 
cocaine started to work it's magic. My cock stood on 
end, pulsating with my every heartbeat. It was so hard 
it hurt. I glistened from the baby oil and enjoyed the 
slippery sensation as I rubbed my hands all over my 
diminutive body. When Bob returned he was nude and also 
very hard. I tried to take him then and there, but he 
wouldn't have it. 

He took my hand and led me out the door and down the 
stairs. We passed through the room where I first deep 
throated a man and headed for a closed door. Bob opened 
it and led me down another flight of stairs into the 
basement. I was a little upset for a moment because I 
was hoping that we would have the party in the parlour, 
but I soon learned the reason why that was not meant to 
be. 

Bob took me to another closed door when we got 
downstairs and told me to wait as he went in. I tried to 
spy inside as Bob passed through, but his body blocked 
my view. I heard music playing loudly and several loud 
voices as the men were enjoying themselves. Suddenly the 
music stopped and Bob came back out. 

"Vance is going to introduce you now. Are you excited?" 
I nodded my head emphatically in acknowledgment. Hell, I 
was so stoned and drunk at that time, you could have 
asked me if I was excited to get a root canal without 
anesthesia and I would have said yes. Then I heard 
Vance.

"Well, gentlemen, I am glad you could all be here 
tonight as we have a very special guest of honour. I 
think he is actually the youngest guest we've ever had 
the pleasure of partying with. Now you all know Bob's 
creation, Jimmy, who has accommodated us all so 
frequently in the past." 

There was a round of applause. 

"Well, Bob has chosen to bless our group with another 
gift. Now, I've had the pleasure of sampling this young 
man, and let me tell you, he is definitely one of the 
best I will ever have. So without further ado, here he 
is, Bob's next door neighbor and Jimmy's best friend, 
Timmy!" At that Bob opened the door and there was a loud 
roar of applause as I walked in.

Let me take a moment to describe to you what I saw as I 
entered the room. There were at least 30 men standing 
around in various states of dress. Some were nude, some 
had underwear, one in leather chaps, a couple late 
arrivals were still fully clothed. The room was small, 
but spacious. Every wall and the ceiling was mirrored. 
No wall, just mirror, which created a fucked up image if 
you looked directly at them and into the reflection from 
the other mirrors. There were a few lights, all 
emanating a red glow. 

There was a table of the far side which housed the bar 
and the stash of various pills, joints and powder. The 
Hi-Fi system sat underneath that, safely tucked away. 
There was another table against the wall closest to the 
door that had piles of food and snacks on it. 
Undoubtedly they were cousins to the snacks that I had 
enjoyed upstairs. The floor was made of a gym mat like 
material that squished a bit as you walked on it and had 
a large yellow circle painted on it like a wrestling 
ring. It felt slippery under my oiled feet. 

There were black leather pieces hanging from the ceiling 
from chains, at least four of them in small and larger 
sizes. I was later to learn that these were swings-and 
not the type I was used to. As I glanced around the room 
I caught eyes with the ones that I knew- Vance (naked, 
hairless and well oiled), Steve (in his tightie whities 
that were tenting) and Jimmy (who was also nude and 
oiled like me). Finally I looked up at Bob and he 
glanced back at me.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I'm not sure." I saw concern enter his eyes as he 
asked,

"What's wrong?" 

"I don't know. I just- just..."

"Timmy what is it? Do you not want to do it? Oh, please, 
Timmy it would make me so proud of you. And so happy. 
Please tell me you'll do it."

"It's not that. I just-"

"What?"

"Which one first?" At that the room burst into laughter 
and my fate was sealed. If there had been a shred of 
innocence left within my fragile body, it was lost at 
that point.

Bob moved me toward the crowd of men and told them that 
the party could now begin. I was introduced to each one 
in turn- each of their dicks right at my face level. 
Instead of shaking their hands, though, I chose to shake 
their cocks. This got a bit of laughter from each one. 
There was no way at that time that I could learn each of 
their names, so don't ask me to recall. But there was 
one there- one that I shall never forget as you, dear 
reader, will shortly learn why. Bryan Earl Alfred 
Robbins. 
Even now over thirty years later I recall that name as 
clearly as my own mother's. 

Bryan Earl Alfred Robbins was a giant of a man, and 
stood at least a head or more over the others. He was 
covered in the softest reddish brown hair I've ever 
touched. He was muscular-not cut or as well built as 
Vance, but still-very meaty. From between his thighs 
hung a root. Seriously. It was still soft, but hung down 
so far. And attached to it was the biggest set of balls 
I have ever (and probably will ever have) seen. 

I couldn't even close my hands around one of them. They 
hung halfway to his knees! Each one bigger than my fist. 
He wore his hair long and scraggly. It was also quite 
curly. His beard was much the same. If I saw this guy on 
the street today, I would be quite fearful of him, but 
back then- in my younger and "innocent" days, I wasn't 
afraid. Mostly, I think, because of his eyes. He had the 
kindest green eyes. It was as if, just by looking into 
his eyes all of your fear, doubt and worry faded away. 
At least mine did. 

He kneeled down to my level, not allowing me to shake 
his cock with my hand, as the others had done and looked 
me straight in the eyes. He offered me his paw of a hand 
and said- in a rough, but kind voice,

"Hello, Timmy. My name's Bryan. Bryan Earl Alfred 
Robbins. Just call me Bear. Everyone else does." It took 
me a few seconds to catch my voice. You would think I 
was in love with the guy. And maybe to this day , I am. 

"Bear. Just like the initials in your name. B.E.A.R. 
Cool. I'm Timmy."

"Tiny Tim, hmm? Good to meet you. You're quick- with the 
initials, I mean. Quite a bright guy. Do you know what 
you are expected to do tonight?" I nodded my head 
nervously. "Yes? And you are O.K. with it?" Again with 
the head nod. "Are you sure?" Once more my head went up 
and down, a bit more confidently this time. "If you're 
O.K. I'm O.K. I hope you have fun. And if you ever, and 
I mean EVER get scared or don't want to do something you 
call for me, O.K.? Just shout my name and I'll be there 
to protect you. I promise. Nothing will happen to you 
tonight that you want to, O.K.?"

I nodded again, twice as confidently, because I knew he 
was serious. He would protect me from anything and 
everyone. I would always be safe as long as he was 
around. He gave me a big "bear" hug, which made me feel 
even better. 

"Go ahead," he said to me, "Go have some fun. And don't 
forget what I said."

Bob guided me over to the pill table and told me to take 
a blue tablet. He told me it would help me relax and 
also relax my muscles. I popped one in my mouth followed 
by a "special" brownie and a drink that tasted like 
Kool-Aid, but had a kick to it. 

"Bear must have taken a shine to you." Steve said. "I've 
never heard him say that to anyone else." I blushed and 
felt a nice warm sensation inside of me. Maybe it was 
the drugs. Perhaps the booze. But I think it was a 
feeling of security that I have never really known 
before then- and very rarely since. I noticed a lot of 
the men were looking at me with hunger in their eyes. I 
looked up at Bob, and he told me that no one would touch 
me until I entered the yellow circle on the floor. I 
looked at it and took a deep breath in. The nervousness 
had started to return. He looked down at me. 

"Together, then?" I shook my head. He took my small hand 
in his, as we put down the drinks and entered the 
circle. He looked down at me and smiled. A nice warm 
smile of love and pride. I looked up at him and he gave 
me a little nod to tell me to start. I took his cock in 
my hand, brought it up to my lips and started to suck 
it. He put his hands to the back of my head and guided 
my mouth further down his quickly hardening phallus with 
a soft moan. I sucked on him a bit, but he told me not 
to go to fast, because he wasn't ready to come yet. 

"We have all night." he told me. I pulled my mouth away 
and looked up, expectantly. Several men walked up to me 
and formed a small circle around me, their hard cocks 
right at face level. I looked around and found one that 
suited me. Don't ask me what my criteria was, I guess I 
just liked the shape of this man's prick. I looked into 
his face burning with desire, and I slipped his dick 
into my mouth. 

I sucked him for a short while as the men around us 
jerked their cocks. Soon the one on my left took my hand 
and placed it on his meat. I tugged at it and grasped 
the one to my right with the other hand. I forced my way 
down the penis in my mouth until he slipped past my 
uvula and down my throat. He groaned as I did it.

"This kid can take it deep!" he exclaimed. Then I heard 
Steve's voice chime in that I could do it with my ass as 
well. Next thing I knew there was a finger stabbing at 
my little behind. I felt the coldness of the jelly that 
it had been lubed with as it slid inside my loose 
sphincter. It stroked me a couple of times before I felt 
a pair of hands on my hips pulling me down. 

I kept a death grip on all three cocks as they moved 
down with me. As I approached a sitting position, I felt 
a prick tickling my hole. I aimed my ass for it and sat 
down hard on it, feeling it violate my innards. So there 
I was. Four cocks. 

I had four cocks at the same time. Picture it. A four 
year old acting like a bigger whore than most porn 
stars. The man in my ass started sliding into me as one 
shot his semen into my mouth. When he finished, my left 
handed cock took his place, who was, in turn replaced by 
another one. This round robin lasted for a short while 
before my ass was filled with sweet cream. He pushed me 
up and slid out from under me as another took his place. 

I squatted on that prick without any guidance. And the 
man beneath humped at my backside, trying to fill me as 
deep as he could. I slid down further with each of his 
thrusts and soon felt his balls smacking against my 
cheeks. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me 
until his cock was completely buried in me. I felt the 
head of his cock as it hit the curve of my bowels. It 
hurt, but at the same time felt so good. I knew what I 
was here for now. 

I knew what my "party" was all about. It wasn't so much 
about me as it was about them. Those big, hard cocks. To 
see who could fuck me the hardest, the deepest and 
whether I could take them all. The cock in my ass 
blasted his load, splashing my inner most recesses with 
his copious amounts of cum, causing me to shiver. Yes, I 
may have been there for their pleasure and their 
pleasure alone, but I was going to enjoy every fucking 
minute of it.

Steve was the next one in my mouth (I was so wrapped up 
thinking about the cock in my ass, that I didn't even 
realize that he was the cock I was jerking in my right 
hand) and another hard penis took his place. The one on 
my left laid down on the ground, lifted me off the cock 
planted in me and unceremoniously dropped me down on his 
rod. I groaned around Steve's dick as I felt a new man 
in my left hand. 

On and on this went. The men rotating from my hand to my 
mouth and/or to my ass. It was wonderful. I was drunk on 
come as it entered both orifices and started to shower 
down upon me. But I didn't see the one I wanted. I 
wanted Bear, but he had not approached as part of the 
group or as a part of their replacements. In between 
cock drinks, I looked around for him and saw him off to 
the side of the room, watching over me like a silent 
sentinel. Almost waiting for me to call out his name so 
that he could run in and save me. Bob wasn't doing this. 

He was back at the drug table sniffing powder and 
sharing it with Jimmy. Steve was on the other side of 
the room, joking with some of the others who had already 
taken their turn. Vance was currently in my ass, trying 
to see if it could stretch far enough to accommodate his 
extra-thick prick. Guess what? It could, which he 
enjoyed immensely. But there was Bear. Standing alone, 
watching the whole proceedings impassively.

He wasn't even hard, which kind of depressed me. I mean, 
I wanted him. Badly. But he didn't seem to be interested 
in me at all. Just there watching. 

I'm not sure how many men had taken me before they took 
their first break, I only know that soon I was on my 
hands and knees with only a Latino man trying to fill my 
cum-dripping ass with what was, well, let's be honest, a 
comparatively small cock. At least he was enjoying 
himself. But the other guys had wandered off a bit to 
get a drink or more drugs. 

When he finished I stayed where I was, hoping to entice 
Bear to come on over and give me a shot. But it was 
Jimmy who answered my invite. It was Jimmy's tongue that 
was snaking itself inside of me. Jimmy who pulled me 
down so that I could sit on his face and he could lap at 
the cum buried deep inside of me. And there was Bear, 
watching the whole thing. Well, he and some of the 
others. 

At least they seemed to be enjoying the show. I let 
Jimmy take his fill and exited the circle- which meant 
that I was off-limits, for the time being at least. I 
walked over to Bear, as the cum dripped from my well 
used rectum and down my legs. He knelt down in front of 
me.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked. 

"Yeah, I guess. But..." I looked to the floor shyly.

"But what? Did they hurt you?"

"No. I just..."

"What. Just what?" He put his finger under my chin and 
pushed my head up from the spot on the floor I was 
looking at.

"I just... Well. I-I... was just wondering..."

"Yes?" He asked in a growl of a voice.

"Why- well, why didn't you come over?" He responded with 
a big, booming laugh. 

"I was watching over you. To make sure you were safe. 
Did you want me to join you?" he asked tenderly.

"YES!" I said, a bit too loud. I was definitely eager to 
have him. I wanted him badly. I wanted him to hold me. 
Love me. Fuck me.

"I'm not sure that you could. I mean, no offense, but 
you are kind of small." Anger welled up inside of me. 

"But I took Steve in my ass the first time he tried. And 
Bob. And deep-throated Vance. Steve, too. All of them!"

"I know. I saw. You're pretty good at that."

"But, but I want you now." I said, softly. I had calmed 
down a bit and was my little blushing school-girl self 
again.

"You sure?"

"YES! I-I mean, yes, please."

"Only if you're sure."

"Yes, Bear. Yes. Please fuck me." He nodded his head and 
guided me back into the circle. We were alone with all 
eyes watching us, as Bear laid down on the cum-slicked 
mat. I headed down to put my mouth on his cock, but he 
stopped me. 

"No. Not there. Not just yet." He guided me up to his 
mouth and kissed me deeply. I'm sure he could taste the 
plethora of dicks and the cum that I had swallowed. His 
soft, bushy beard tickled my face. His tongue probed the 
inner-most reaches of my mouth as he pulled me towards 
him, bringing us closer and rubbed his body against 
mine. I could feel his fur and the hardness of the 
muscles that it covered. His cock started to swell in-
between my legs. And do I mean swell. 

My knees were essentially resting on his balls, and his 
thick rod extended well past the top of my crack. It 
forced my legs apart as it engorged with blood. Forget 
the length of Steve. This was even longer. Forget the 
thickness of Vance. His was damn near anorexic compared 
to this beast. I rubbed my butt up and down on it and 
stroked it with my clenched legs. 

When he finally broke the kiss, I got to slide down and 
get my first real look at this monster. Sincerely, it 
was about the length of my arm, and almost as thick.

"Told ya' you might be a bit too small for it." he said. 
It was now a challenge to me. He might not have meant it 
as such, but that's what it became. I looked up and 
deeply into his eyes. 

"I'm gonna' take this," I thought. "I'm gonna' be the 
best. I'm gonna' make Bob and Steve and Jimmy and Vance 
and even Bear proud of me. Maybe not tonight. Oh, God, 
it's so big! But I'm gonna' do it." 

I started licking my way around the head and smelling 
that yummy acrid ball sweat smell. Bear was covered with 
hair, so it absorbed and trapped a lot of that smell. 
God, I love it. I continued down the shaft, tracing the 
outline of the bulging veins there. 

I buried my face in his groin, licking at his sweat and 
lapping his scrotum. I gave them a good tongue bath 
before rubbing my tongue back up the other side. Bear 
had already put his head back in ecstasy, but I kept my 
eyes locked onto his face, so that if he looked down, he 
could see all of my attention turned toward him and his 
massive meat. 

The head of his prick was so big, it nearly didn't fit 
into my widely stretched mouth, but I forced it in, 
along with about 3 more inches before it hit the back of 
my throat.

"Ok." I thought. "Here goes." I forced that massive cock 
head down my throat and tried to stretch it as far as I 
could. It was such a tight fit, that I instantly started 
to gag. But instead of pulling it out, I just used that 
as a way to push more inside. Soon I had again found 
that wall deep inside me. The one that Steve broke 
through when he came in my gullet, but I hadn't fit but 
a little more than half of it into me. 

I thought about it for a second, remembering how bad it 
hurt when Steve forced his way past it, and decided that 
this was good. Bear was good. Bear was special. I didn't 
know how or why, but Bear was worth the pain. I mentally 
gritted my teeth and pushed further down towards Bear's 
hairy bush. IT FUCKING HURT! It felt like something tore 
inside of me. I immediately pulled it out and cried out 
in pain, coughing. Bear grabbed me and hugged me close 
to him.

"Shh, Timmy. It's ok. You don't have to take it all. You 
took more than most. Shh. Don't cry (I really wasn't-
just coughing). It's ok. I told you. I'm just too big."

"But I wanted to make you feel good. Like you make me."

"But you did, Timmy. You did. It felt so good, but I 
don't want you to hurt yourself for me."

"But I want to. Let me try again."

"No, it's ok, man. It's good."

"No." I said as I slipped out of his grasp. I pushed him 
back down into a laying position (Ok, so he let me push 
him. Like I could force this gentle giant of a man to do 
anything he didn't want) and dove for his cock again. I 
opened wide and slid it down my throat until it was 
against that damn wall again.

"For Bear." I thought and again forced my way toward the 
bottom. It broke the wall again and slid in about 
another inch before I just had to stop. It was maybe 2/3 
of the way in me. Yes. It hurt. No. I didn't care. Yes. 
There were tears in my eyes. No. It didn't stop me. I 
started to bob up and down on it, trying to let it slide 
even further down each time, but sadly, it didn't. I 
soon felt Bear's meaty hand literally covering my head 
as it slid up and down on his enormous rod. I felt him 
building up to a release, but he stopped me before he 
could finish.

"I'm not ready yet," he told me. "Soon, though." 

I shook my head as Bear swept me up and positioned me so 
that he could access my, what, maybe 2 inches of cock. 
He sucked on me like he had just come from the desert 
and I was pissing beer. He was incredible. I think it 
was actually the beard that was tickling me in all the 
right places that really got me going, but all too soon 
it was over. 

I was spasming in the throes of yet another dry orgasm. 
He then switched me around so that we could do each 
other. Sadly this meant, due to our size differences, 
that I could not have full access to all of his meat, 
but also that I had access to more meat than with any 
other man that I had been with before.

I dove down on him like a sword swallower forcing it 
past my uvula in about half a second. He went back to 
work on me, licking me on both sides of my crotch, all 
the way to my out stretched butt hole. Again, the beard 
working it's magic. He got me so excited that I started 
to pee. I didn't mean to, it just happened all on its 
own. I thought that he would freak. But Bear didn't 
mind. He just popped my cock back into his mouth and 
drank it down. I had never thought about that before and 
vowed to try it sometime. 

I kept bobbing up and down on Bear's tool until I heard 
him start moaning. When he did, I grabbed his powerful 
balls and rubbed on him, while rubbing my tongue back 
and forth across whatever part of his prick it could 
reach. His moaning soon turned into full-fledged 
growling and then to yelling around my cock in his 
mouth. Then he erupted.

Seriously. He erupted. Like Vesuvius. Mount Saint 
Helen's. Krakatoa. Kiluea. Pick a volcano. It was hot. 
It was so thick. And it was SO copious. I felt I was 
drowning in his sperm. My belly was already pretty full 
of jizz, but this took the cake. As it squirted I could 
feel it distending my belly. 

I had to pull off of it. As I did, the second gush of 
cum hit me in the face like a fire hose. It shot up my 
nose, past my eyes and soaked my hair. I recapped this 
raging inferno with my mouth as another blast shot 
inside of me. This one forced it's way into my mouth, up 
through the nasopharynx and down my nostrils. 

Again and again he shot his creamy hot juice into me. I 
did my best to swallow it all, but my best was nowhere 
close enough. It began to pool on the mat between his 
legs. More than a dozen ropes of his thick, white, 
creamy, yummy semen blasted out of his turgid rod. I'll 
admit. It was way too much for me, but I didn't let it 
stop me, for when he was done drenching me in man juice, 
I dove down between his legs and buried my face in the 
pool of goo he just released, lapping at it like a 
kitten in milk. 

Soon Jimmy was there with me, sharing the fruits of my 
labour. It was- without a doubt- one of the best times 
of my life. And Bear just watched smiling as we two cum 
pigs coated ourselves in his ocean of cum.

Now our show did not go unnoticed by the remainder of 
the crowd. Oh, no. Quite to the contrary. Soon both 
Jimmy and myself (both of us being within the boundaries 
of the yellow circle) were surrounded by a gathering of 
hard, throbbing man meat. Jimmy looked at me for 
permission or encouragement and I gave him a quick nod. 

That was all it took. He latched on to the nearest 
bobbing pole and started sucking on it. I quickly 
followed suite, as Bear slid out of the confines of this 
cluster fuck to re-energize and recuperate. What 
followed was another rousing round of group sex, this 
time involving Jimmy and myself. 

We sucked, were fucked and got totally coated in juices. 
We often reconnected with each other to rub our sweaty, 
cummy, slippery bodies on each other and to lick stray 
jizz from the other. This always brought a rousing cheer 
from the other men. We would share oral loads with each 
other, holding our mouths inches from the other so that 
the men could watch the creamy goodness pass between us 
before deeply kissing and swapping the cum from one 
mouth to the other and back again. I was belching cum. I 
was dripping cum. I was shitting cum. 

I was totally and completely in heaven. When we boys 
would slow down a bit, someone would come over and offer 
more smoke, drink, poppers- whatever- to keep us going. 
And boy, did it work. We easily took each man in our 
mouths and little stretched (by now) butt holes- twice. 
Or even more. Who the hell could keep track of a group 
endeavor such a that? I sure couldn't. Nor did I care 
to. If they were hard (and sometimes even if they 
weren't), they were getting into me. 

I did get to drink urine for the first time during all 
of this. I was sucking a soft guy-like I said, I didn't 
care- while getting a good butt fucking on my hands and 
knees. This guy was building up to something. I thought 
it was another orgasm, and I guess it was in a way. He 
was moaning and thrashing around like he was going to 
shoot a load. 

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his dick 
further into my mouth before letting go with a torrent 
of watery, bitter fluid that streamed into my mouth and 
down my throat. At first I thought it was jizz, but it 
didn't shoot out like that. It was a steady flow. Like a 
faucet. 

Before I realized it, I swallowed and just let it all 
flow down my throat. I let him empty his bladder into my 
mouth and just drank it like anything else. He had other 
ideas, though and quickly pulled out so he could spray 
it all over my face, leaving me essentially clean. 

He leaned down to my ear when I was done and said, "It's 
called a golden shower. Did you like it?" I really felt 
indifferent about the experience. I truly preferred the 
taste and feel of cum in my mouth and was actually a 
little disappointed that I didn't get any. But I shook 
my head for him and he seemed happy that I had enjoyed 
it. 

After a while, everyone had petered out (no pun 
intended-well, okay, just a little bit) and I started 
looking around for my guardian angel. I didn't have to 
look far, though because he was only a short distance 
away, once again watching over me. But this time he was 
hard. I smiled at that. It meant that I was getting to 
him. That he did like me. And maybe that he would want 
to try me out again. 

I slowly got up from the mat and exited the circle, 
leaving Jimmy a quivering, giggling pile of cum drenched 
flesh in a slimy puddle of goo. I sauntered- yes, I 
actually sauntered- trying to look sexy in my 4 year old 
body over towards him. He watched my every step.

"I want you again, Bear," I told him.

"You do?" He actually seemed shocked by the notion. 
"Most guys don't want to try again, because they think 
I'm too big." 

"But that's what I want. I want to feel your cock inside 
of me. I want you to fuck me."

"Woah buddy! Sucking it is one thing, but I'd tear your 
little ass apart with this thing." I actually got sad at 
his statement.

"But I want it, Bear. I want you to fuck me. I want to 
feel that big cock inside of me. I want it in my butt. 
Please, Bear? I promise, I'll make you fell really 
good."

"I'm sure you would, little guy, but I don't want to 
hurt you, ok?"

"You won't hurt me. I promise you won't. I took Steve's 
penis the first time, and that didn't hurt me. It felt 
good (Sure, it was a little white lie, but at this 
point, I was ready for anything). Please, Bear? Please 
fuck me?" I had little tears forming in my eyes at this 
time, because I was afraid that he wouldn't actually do 
it and I really wanted to do it. Bear reached down and 
hugged me.

By this time, Bob had wandered over and asked what was 
wrong. I told him Bear wouldn't fuck me. Bear put up his 
same argument about hurting me and I protested that I 
was ready, willing and able to take him.

"I gotta' tell you, Bear, this kid is incredible. I've 
never seen anyone like him. He loves sex. He really 
does. I've fucked him, Steve's fucked him, hell, all the 
guys here have fucked him, and he's never complained. 
Not once. And if he says he can do it, you better 
believe that he can."

"No offense, man," Bear said, "but in case you haven't 
noticed, I'm a bit bigger than any man in this room!"

"I know that, Bear, but isn't there any way to convince 
you that I'm not lying when I say that this kid can do 
it!" I felt so good that Bob was sticking up for me like 
this. He was defending me like I was his son.

"Please?" I begged. Bear looked around, I guess trying 
to find a way to convince him of our claims. Finally, I 
guess he found something, because he got a big grin on 
his face.

"Fine, fine. I've got an idea." He walked over into the 
circle and picked Jimmy up from the mat. He held his 
dick next to Jimmy's arm and then guided him over to us.

"I'll tell you what. If he can take Jimmy's arm in him. 
I'll fuck him." He said with a smile. "Seriously. Let's 
take him over to the swing and let Jimmy fist him. If he 
can do that, then I guess he can take my dick."

Bob's eyes went a bit wide with shock. He looked down at 
me, and I up to him. He told me that fisting was when a 
person put their hand and arm inside of your butt, like 
Jimmy did for him sometimes. I looked at Jimmy's arm. It 
was about the same size as Bear's erect member. I knew 
that I could do it. I glanced back up at Bob and nodded 
my head.

"Fine," Bob said, "let's take him over to the swing."

Now I wasn't sure what the swing was. I'd only seen the 
leather straps hanging form the ceiling by chains and 
they did not look like any swing I'd ever seen before. 
Bob started guiding me over in that direction, but 
stopped about halfway across the room. He instead headed 
for the table and handed me that glass pipe.

"Smoke some of this while I go do something, alright. 
Smoke a lot of it. Make yourself feel really good. 
You're going to need it." He then gave me a pill to 
swallow and the remnants of a drink left sitting at the 
table. I didn't know what was in it and really didn't 
care. I drained the glass in one swallow and started 
smoking the pipe. Bob walked over to the Hi-Fi and 
turned the music off. Some people groaned.

"I'm sorry, guys." Bob said. "But I've really need to 
tell you this. Timmy over there (he pointed to me) has 
just asked our good friend Bear to fuck him." I heard a 
little gasp as he said this. "But Bear doesn't think 
that Timmy is up to the challenge." A couple of "boo's" 
filled the air. Bob waved his arms to quiet them down. 
"So Bear has given Timmy a bet. If Timmy lets Jimmy fist 
him, Bear will then agree to fuck Timmy." Many men 
cheered at this. 

"And guess what? Timmy has agreed to the wager!" 
Everyone cheered and rushed over to me to congratulate 
me. I'm not sure what for, I hadn't done anything yet. 
But by this time I was feeling no pain. Vance really did 
have the best stuff, as Bob had told me. The men lifted 
me up and carried me over to the smallest swing, which I 
noticed had another yellow circle around it. They laid 
me down on the largest leather piece and adjusted the 
other loops for my hands and feet.

"Wait, guys." Steve chimed in. "I don't think we need to 
strap him in, do we?" He looked at me and asked, "You're 
not going to try to run away, are you, Timmy?" I shook 
my head "No." and another cheer filled the air. So, they 
let my hands free and loosed the leg straps enough so 
that I could take my feet out, if I wanted to, but Steve 
told me to leave them in there, so that Jimmy could get 
in easier. 

Sitting on a pedestal by the swings was a big can of 
Cisco. Steve reached over to it, took the lid off and 
coated two fingers with the thick, white stuff. 

He put his fingers deep inside of me and started coating 
my innards. Meanwhile, Bob took Jimmy over to the swing 
and started to rub the Cisco onto his arm. I heard him 
ask if Jimmy wanted to do this. Jimmy was still in a 
very high post-coital faze and just nodded his head 
once. Two more scoops went into me, one by Bob and one 
by Vance. It was if they were anointing me, giving their 
blessing to this union. 

Jimmy got to his knees in front of my well-lubed butt 
hole and started sliding his fingers into me. He started 
with three and immediately went to four. I was just that 
well lubricated and that stretched out. He ran his 
fingers around inside of me as another man pushed the 
pipe back into my mouth after he refilled and relighted 
it. I puffed on that hookah as hard as any cock I'd ever 
sucked on. The smoke and the swing made me feel as if I 
were defying gravity. 

I was floating on the best cloud ever. I felt Jimmy's 
thumb trying to enter me and (finally) getting some 
resistance. One guy leaned down and told me to push like 
I was trying to poop. So I did, and this long cum-
saturated fart came out. I must have looked a bit 
embarrassed, because he leaned down again, and told me 
not to worry about it. It was expected. He then cracked 
an ampule under my nose and told me to breathe in. 

Wow. I knew that it was a popper, but it made me feel 
SOOOO much better than the brown bottle ever did. I 
think I blacked out for a bit. I came to when the guys 
started to yell and cheer.

"He did it! The little fucker really did it!" I really 
wasn't sure what was going on, only that my ass was on 
fire. I looked down and saw Jimmy. I wasn't sure what he 
was doing. He was, what, pointing at something? No, the 
others were pointing. Jimmy was... was... I followed the 
trail of his arm from his shoulder, down the biceps and 
to his... Wait a second. I can't see his elbow. 

Why can't I see his elbow? I could see the top of it, 
sure. But something was blocking it. I shook my head to 
clear it a bit and looked again, trying desperately to 
see what was blocking my view of his elbow. 

And then I realized it. I shook my head again, just to 
be sure and double checked. Sure enough. That was it. I 
couldn't see his elbow because HIS ARM WAS IN MY ASS! I 
let out a giant roar of pain, pleasure, pain, 
excitement, pain and, oh, yes, pain. It felt sooo good 
and yet sooo bad at the same time. I immediately began 
spasming and squirting piss everywhere. One guy dropped 
down and took my squirting penis into his mouth and 
drank it down, sucking on me for good measure. 

"Oh, GOD!" I yelled. Immediately Bob and Bear were at my 
side, asking me if it hurt too much, if I wanted it to 
stop. "God, no, God, please, oh, God, yes, oh, God, 
FUCK! YESSSSS!" I screamed as another spasm wracked my 
entire body. I swear, if I didn't come for the first 
time then, then I don't know what it was. It felt better 
than a dry orgasm. It felt better than a piss orgasm. 

It was quite simply the best feeling of my life up until 
that point. And the guy at my cock, just kept sucking 
away. At that point, I was happy that my feet were in 
the loops, lest I had kicked Jimmy. I really wished that 
my hands had been strapped, because they took on a mind 
of their own, thrashing about all over. 

As I started to come down, Jimmy slowly removed his 
forearm from my completely torn apart ass hole and the 
guy stopped sucking on me. 

"I think he just came!" he announced. I'm still not sure 
if my young body was capable of producing semen back 
then, but he sure seemed pretty convinced. Bob jumped up 
and tongue-kissed the guy. I could the guy's cheek 
popping out as Bob's tongue explored every inch of it.

"You know, I think he did!" Everyone cheered. 

I turned my head and eyes up to Bear, still standing at 
my side. He looked at me shocked and awed by what I had 
just done.

"Your turn." I told him in a sweet, little, told-you-so 
voice. He shrugged and shook his head from side to side.

"Well, a bet's a bet."

He took his place down between my legs. The other guys 
hoisted me up and adjusted the chains so that my ass was 
just at the right height for Bear's tool. He reached 
into the Cisco and was about to lube up his already 
rock-hard prick when I stopped him. I took the grease 
from his hand and told him that I wanted to do it. Some 
of the guys helped me to sit up and Bear plopped his 
turgid cock down on my belly. It reached almost the 
entire way up to my sternum. 

I knew that I would probably never be able to take all 
of it, no matter how much I grew, but I wanted to feel 
as much of him in me as was physically possible. I 
wanted Bear to feel good. I wanted to make him feel 
good. And I knew for a certain that fucking him would 
make me feel good. 

I smeared the grease onto both hands and reached down, 
wrapping them around his throbbing dick. It felt so warm 
in my hands as I smeared it all over him, making sure to 
coat every inch of it. I even reached back to the can 
for seconds. 

Bear's eyes were closed as he enjoyed my tender 
ministrations. I stroked him some, but he asked me to 
stop, lest he blow his load too soon. Meanwhile two of 
the other guys had gotten beneath me and were reloading 
my butt hole with Cisco. A few more puffs of smoke for 
both Bear and I, then we were ready.

Bear backed a step away, so that he could see what he 
was doing. He targeted that massive, thick slab for my 
red, raw, stretched- beyond what I thought my limits 
were- ass hole and slowly pushed in. It was like my 
first time all over again. I didn't think that Bear's 
cock was bigger than Jimmy's arm, but maybe it was 
because I was so swollen by then. 

Bear's tool put pressure against my hole. The pressure 
kept building. And building. Someone held the bottle 
under my nose. Why not an ampule? I don't know. Maybe 
they wanted me conscious for this one. But I took a deep 
whiff of the bottle as the pressure and the expectation 
kept building. Then it slid in. My muscles clamped down 
on the space behind the head and gripped it. I gasped.

"Man, it's so fucking tight." he whispered, but kept up 
his forward movement. Soon it started to worm its way 
inside of me. Two, then three inches sliding in. I could 
feel it as it buried its way inside. Four, five-still 
going. He hit a bit of resistance around about half way 
in because he hit something inside of me that made me 
jump. 

I now know that it was the end of my descending colon 
and the turn towards the Sigmoid colon. But my jump 
helped it slide past and it drove in another inch or 
two. I was gasping for air. I my ass was involuntarily 
squeezing his prick, trying to force it out, but that 
just made him more excited.

"Yeah, squeeze that prick, Timmy. Oh, yeah. You've got 
quite a grip there kid. Ah, yeah. It feels so fucking 
good!" He then started to pull back out. It felt like 
the largest shit of my life. But it didn't last long. 
Soon he was driving back up into me, back to where he 
was before, making me jump again, allowing that extra 
little piece of him inside. 

I was groaning. It didn't hurt as bad as Jimmy's arm, 
but it did hurt. But it was a good kind of pain. A 
pleasurable kind of pain. And I knew that Bear was 
enjoying himself, too. More smoke. More poppers. Soon it 
was sliding in and out easier. This was it. This was 
what I wanted. Bear was actually fucking me. 

The guys were cheering along. They were jacking off to 
the sight of it. Soon I was being slashed with cream- in 
my face, on my belly, everywhere. And as soon as they 
finished, other guys were pushing them away so that they 
could get a front row seat. Bear started to pick up 
speed. He was really giving it to me now. Smashing that 
big, hard, thick horn as deep inside me as he could get. 
Pushing further and further. 

He was past the halfway point and was still trying to 
get more in me. He grabbed my legs and pushed them out 
of the leather straps. He picked me up and clutched me 
to his chest. I latched on to him like a monkey. 

There I was holding on to him as he held me with only 
his dick inside of my butt keeping me from falling to 
the ground. He bounced me up and down like a ball. His 
scrotum and nuts slapping against my ass each time he 
dropped me. All the way up until only the head was left 
inside. And back down again. I was screaming in ecstasy. 
His cock probed my ass like nothing before and nothing 
since. It was incredible. Soon Bear's screams mingled 
with mine and I knew that he was close. 

"Cum it me Bear. Please" I begged. "Cum in me I gotta' 
feel that cum in me. Shoot your load in my little butt. 
Come on, Bear, cum inside of me!" I yelled that last 
part and he started yelling , too, right before the 
first volley shot from his pistoning prick. 

I felt it lather my insides. I felt it shoot past the 
end of his cock. I felt it fill my belly as it shot deep 
inside. He forced even more of his manhood inside as he 
shot it. I was literally seizing around him. Every fiber 
of my being was on fire as his cream emptied inside of 
me. 

More and more shot out and started running out of my 
ass, as it had no other place to go. No more space to 
fill. I felt someone's mouth lapping at the point of our 
union. I'm sure it was Jimmy, but I never found out for 
sure. My spasms continued as something- piss, jizz, who 
cared?- squirted from my swollen member. My eyes rolled 
back and I totally lost consciousness, only slightly 
aware that Bear's legs had given out and we were falling 
towards the floor. 

The rest of the night only comes to me in flashes. I 
know that the guys didn't stop. I remember being fucked 
again, over and over. I don't know how long it went on. 
Again, I didn't care. They could have raped me until the 
sun set the next day and I would not have noticed or 
given a shit. I had gotten my Bear. I had survived 
almost all that he had to offer and I wanted more. 

I knew that I would fuck him as often as he wanted. I 
would never protest or complain or anything. Just as 
long as I could have my Bear back inside of me again. I 
was in love. Yes, I was. At four years old I was 
completely and totally in love with this man. This man 
with the monster cock. This child molester. This child 
rapist. I loved him with all of my heart. And I still 
do.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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