For The Birthday Boy - The Third Part of The Used Boy Series - fragment

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Andy owes money to some people after gambling too much, so he has no choice but call Mr. Torelli again and ask politely to suck cock for money. However, Mr. Torelli has another task in mind for Andy and sends him to a party where he's supposed to suck off the birthday guy, and as many cocks as he can get his mouth on. 

Things don't go exactly as planned, and Andy finds himself on his belly, taking it up the ass for the first time. Only that his first time is also his second, third, and fourth at the same time.

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This book contains graphic depictions of sexual activities between men, such as unprotected anal sex, gangbang, rough handling, cum swallowing, anal creampie, sloppy seconds, and many others.

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Fragment:

Andy went to sleep without a care in the world and he must have been asleep for some time when the sound of the door bursting open woke him.

“Dude,” a voice said.

“Dude,” another voice replied.

Andy opened his eyes and pushed away the sleep by rubbing them hard. Surrounding the bed were Garrett and three other dudes, all just as big as him.

“This the cocksucker?” one asked, pointing at him.

“Luke, I told you. He totally is,” Garrett replied. “Andy, these are my buddies. This one’s Luke,” he said and grabbed the blond guy who had just talked by the shoulder. “This is Tyler,” he continued and pointed at a brunet who had his arms crossed and stared at Andy with pissed eyes. “And that’s Dean,” he finally said, gesturing at a guy who sat the closest to Andy’s left. He had light brown hair, cropped close to the head, and a jaw that should have belonged to someone into boxing or some shit.

Dean nodded while looking at him and then grabbed his crotch. “Ready for a snack, Andy?” he asked and laughed.

Andy pushed himself on his knees and closed in the distance. He searched for the guy’s zipper. “Sure.”

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding, G-man,” Dean commented. “Dude’s ready to take it.”

“Told you.”

Andy didn’t care about whatever these guys talked between them. He took out Dean’s cock and began to lick the head. Garrett’s was longer, but this dude had girth on him. Andy had to struggle a little to get it properly in his mouth.

“Why the fuck is Dean going first?” Luke complained.

“Because your ass slow,” Garrett teased his friend and laughed.

“How is a dude’s mouth better than all the chicks that sucked us off tonight?” That was Tyler, the only one who didn’t seem crazy about the idea of a guy giving them all head.

“Don’t knock it until you try it,” Garrett said. “I’m telling you, it’s just that his tongue is, you know, stronger, and his throat tighter. Ah, no point in telling you shit. Just try it and stop moping just because that chick fucked Adam before you got to her.”

“Fuck off, G,” Tyler replied. “I thought I came here for pussy dipping not to fuck a dude’s mouth.”

“Does this dude take it up the ass?” Luke asked. “What are you all staring at me like that for? Asking for a friend,” he added and burst into laughter.

“Didn’t get a chance to ask him,” Garrett replied. “He couldn’t reply, either, ‘cause of mouth full and all that.”

They all snickered again. Andy swallowed Dean to the hilt and began to tease the underside with his tongue. Maybe these guys were already wasted from all their pussy dipping and the oral they must have gotten all night, and he would finish them in one round.

“Shit, do you imagine?” Luke spoke again. “This dude’s like about our age, and he’s sucking off dudes.”

“So?” Garrett asked. “Fuck, I can’t take it, just watching.”

Andy could tell by how the bed dipped that someone was getting near. He raised one hand and it was promptly filled with a hard cock. He looked to confirm that it was Garrett, but then another cock slapped him on the forehead. That was Luke’s cock.

“Can I come in his hair?” Luke asked.

“And waste your jizz like that?” Garrett commented. “Andy, take a breather from Dean’s cock and swallow mine a little.”

“Fuck, look at him how deep he goes,” Luke said. He was rubbing his cock against Andy’s hair. Eventually, he pushed the strands away and began pushing along his cheek. Andy cocked his head, trapping the guy’s dick between his cheek and his shoulder.

“Like that, Andy. Now take Luke a little in your mouth, ‘cause this stupid fuck is only going to come all over your hair and shirt if you don’t pay him any attention.”

Andy adjusted his position to get a hold of Luke’s cock, which was long and a bit on the thin side compared to the others, and also uncut. He smelled different, too, and Andy felt getting dizzy while his own cock rose to life again.

“Tyler, dude, you don’t wanna?” Garrett asked.

“You’re all on him,” Tyler accused them.

“How about you take your shirt off, cutie?” Luke said and began to pull at Andy’s clothes. “So that we don’t dirty it with jizz or anything.”

Andy let go of the cocks in his hands and mouth and pulled his shirt over the head. Luke immediately brushed his hand over his nipples, pulling at one hard. Andy let out a small grunt and looked up. Luke was grinning and winked at him. “Maybe you should take off your jeans, too.”

He didn’t protest as Luke pushed him down playfully and went for his snickers and pants. Soon, he was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs, while four pair of eyes were staring at him greedily. The lights were all on, so there was no way he could hide.

“Do you know what I’m thinking, guys?” Garrett said. “Andy has two hands and one mouth, so he can only satisfy three of us at a time. And we are four.”

What was he getting at? Andy narrowed his eyes. “I’m not taking it up the ass,” he blurted out while pulling himself toward the head of the bed. “That wasn’t the deal.”

Garrett laughed. “I don’t think so. Think again.”

Oh, fuck. Right, he couldn’t say ‘no’.

~end of fragrment

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 Prison Island - 39 - Teaser

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Francesco snickered at the sight of Karl sprawled on their makeshift bed. How come he was still standing while that strong fucker was knocked out cold like that? He pushed Mouse playfully toward the bed, making him stumble and fall over Karl.

“What the hell?” Karl mumbled as he struggled to push Mouse away. The redhead rolled away, laughing and hicupping. “Are you two up for an ass-whooping?”

“Nope, but we’re up for a fucking,” Francesco replied. “We,” he declared loud and clear, “are in need of your hard fat cock right now.”

“You’re fucking drunk,” Karl said, but he slurred the words.

“And so are you,” Francesco shot back and began shedding his clothes. “I’m fucking horny.”

He pulled down his cock, already erect and ready for action only at the thought of what would follow. Karl and Mouse sat at a distance from one another, looking at him.

“What?” Francesco asked. “Haven’t seen a guy jerking off before?”

“What’s Mouse doing here?” Karl asked directly.

“Ha, good question. He’s here,” Francesco drawled, “because I want you two to kiss and make out.”

“Make up, you mean,” Mouse piped in, always the smart mouth.

“Na-ah. Make out. Really. There’s one thing I want to see you two doing, and I can die happy. I want to watch you fuck because I’m crazy about you, and you,” he pointed in turn at Karl and Mouse, “and I don’t want you fighting.”

Karl snorted and shook his head, as he was probably fighting the alcohol in his system. “Not gonna happen. I don’t want to fuck this slut.”

“Why?” Francesco asked, ready for a fight. “I’m a slut, too, and you fuck me every day.”

Karl curled his hands into fists. “You always want to have it your way, don’t you, Cesco?”

Francesco shrugged and knelt in front of him. He cupped Karl’s cheeks and kissed him. “You know me. And you love me. So why don’t you do this for me?”

“I don’t want him to fuck me, either,” Mouse chimed in again.

“Hush, hush,” Francesco turned toward the redhead, “don’t be a stubborn ass, too. I want this to work, is all I’m saying.”

“Be careful, Cesco,” Karl said in a sing-song voice. “You don’t know what you wish for.”

“Right, I’m scared. What could happen? I mean, do you two plan on ditching me once you realize how much you two dig each other? I’d even be happy then.”

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 Prison Island - 38 - Teaser

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Everyone had a weapon of sorts. Francesco had accepted a spear made by Mouse, as his sling could barely be considered a weapon. Karl’s plan was ruthless, simple, and effective. As much as the thought of what they were about to do made him sick to the stomach, he had to admit that Karl was much smarter than he had ever thought. It was all about survival, and Karl was good at it. After he had learned of the horrible things those people wanted to do to them, he didn’t doubt that their de facto leader was right in everything he chose as fate for that bunch of bastards.

They waited in the dark to launch their attack. The men looked scary, abnormal in Francesco’s eyes after seeing no one else for so long but his comrades. In a way, they seemed alien to him, the way they moved, so casual, so carefree. They were well fed, indeed, strong and big, so he just ended praying that Karl’s plan would work.

“Broken bones take months to heal, knife wounds can fester and kill slowly. We only need to incapacitate them until we leave, and then they’re no longer our problem,” Karl had told them, and everyone had agreed.

How could they not? At least, they weren’t murdering anyone, not directly. But it was a test of their manhood, Karl had also told then while asking them not to hesitate, not for one moment. Not when it was all about the survival of the fittest, and they had worked all throughout the year that had past to become exactly that. Francesco knew more about whose test that was but kept his mouth shut, as he had promised Karl. That was between them, a secret, and even if he felt bad for not telling Mouse anything, he knew it to be the right choice.

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 Prison Island - 37 - Teaser

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Most nights, Karl slept wrapped around him from behind. It wasn’t unusual to wake up with a hard cock in his ass and a hot tongue in his ear. Yet, tonight, after their last meal, Karl didn’t come into the hut at all, just sending him ahead, and staying back to talk to Leon. What about, Francesco was curious.

When Karl finally walked in, Francesco was still awake. He waited for the usual routine so that he could go to sleep, but Karl sat on his ass near the door, like he was on guard.

“Hey,” Francesco called softly. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”

“Not yet.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

Even in the dark, he could tell when Karl was tense. Any sleep he hoped to get was gone from his mind. His senses kicked in high alert. He walked over to Karl and sat by his side. “Well?” he insisted when the other said nothing.

“Leon noticed some of our traps gone off,” Karl explained. “And blood.”

“Could be animals, right?”

A shrug followed. “Could be. Animals wearing shoes, heard of something like that? ‘Cause they left some pretty interesting tracks on the ground.”

Francesco fell silent, and his blood froze. “What?” he croaked.

“Yeah. And that means two things.”

“That some people stumbled over those traps. That’s one,” Francesco agreed. “But what’s the second?”

Karl turned his head toward him. “They’re new here. We barely have shoes anymore. The fuckers taking Anya that time were barefoot.” Even Karl’s combat boots were broken at the seams, and one of them lacked half a sole. Francesco’s sneakers had almost disintegrated and he wore them as sleepers.

Therefore, he couldn’t contradict Karl. “What does that mean?”

“We need to prepare. If there are people still figuring out how to survive, they could want to take over our camp, get a few slaves to fuck and put to work, things like that. They barely got here or else we should have learned about them by now, which means that they’re in good shape, and the first pangs of hunger will make them act while they’re still fit for battle.”

Francesco felt his throat going dry. All this time, he had forgotten how to be afraid. Now, with Karl’s words, the reality of their situation struck him. “What are we going to do?”

“For now, we wait. Mouse went on recon.”

“Mouse?”

Karl grabbed him by the back of the neck before he had the chance to jump to his feet. “Yes. He knows what to look for and how to go in and out unnoticed. Why the hell do you think he’s called Mouse?”

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