Queer Factor - Chapter 3
Copyright 2001-2004, Jeff Spencer.
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So there I found myself at the end of Part 2 - I inhaled the musk of Bobby's hot ass which coated
my finger, and felt my dick start to leak at this inhalation of male hormones and heat. The
wonderfully spicy smell of Bobby's ass went straight to my cock, particularly with Bobby
surreptitiously jacking me off. At that moment I was feeling very confused by my sexual
responses. I'd never had any kind of gay experience, yet here I was - I'd sucked a man's cock, and
swallowed his hot load of sticky cum, I'd fucked a cute young boy's tight ass hole, and shot a
major load up his rectum, and here I was getting hard, and leaking pre cum, while watching a
man eat out a young boy's cum filled ass, and my best friend slowly stroking my cock as I
sniffed his ass scent appreciatively.

Is it any wonder I was confused?

At just that moment, the host withdrew his face from the black-haired 12 year old Adrik's cute
young ass, smacking his lips happily, and pronouncing Bobby's job of cumming inside the boy
"Quite satisfactory! Of course, the two of you will now advance to the final round!" meaning
Bobby, my best friend, and me.

Then the host announced the final challenge that Bobby and I would face, and I nearly collapsed.

"For your final challenge, each of you will fuck a teenager in the ass. In addition, you will be
fucked in the ass. You will be judged, once again, on how quickly you cum when your cock is
buried in the teenager's tight bottom, with style points awarded at my discretion depending how
well you yourself play the role of bottom."

"Bottom?" I asked. "What's that?"

"Fuckee. The one with a cock up his ass," the host replied. "Got it?"

"Oh," I replied. It was hard to think of something witty when I was going to end up with some
unknown guy's cock in my rear end.

"Oh, and one more thing," the host added. "The person you will be fucking, is each other.
Conversely, you will be fucked by the other. Any questions?" 

Bobby and I were silent, thinking about what this meant. It's one thing to fuck some anonymous
guy, or, I suppose, to get fucked by some anonymous guy, but quite something else to do it with
your best friend.

"Very well, since there are no questions. The challenge will occur tomorrow, as you are both
likely to be tired and, excuse the expression, ‘fucked out.'" A slight smile accompanied that.
"You both are my guests tonight. All the luxuries of my house are yours to use and enjoy. Just
don't forget that you'll need your energy for tomorrow." Fortunately, Bobby and I didn't have any
plans, nor have to account for our whereabouts to our parents, so the maid led us to our
bedrooms upstairs. I looked at Bobby's ass speculatively on the way up the grand staircase, and
for the first time appreciated how his butt cheeks moved when he walked. Each cheek lifting up,
then lowering, with a slight side to side motion. I noticed too, Bobby stealing glances at my
crotch, which I must admit, was a little bit more tented than usual.

The maid led us to our separate rooms, Bobby first, then mine, my room being next to his. I was
amazed at the luxury of the place. Silk draperies, nice looking real paintings on the wall, plush
furniture and some kind of oriental carpets, dark wood furniture, real shiny - it wasn't anything
like my dorm room furniture, a 1' x 8' plank on cinderblocks tv stand, and like that. I fell back on
the bed - it was really soft, and plush. I found myself dozing off, imagining what it would feel
like to have 11 year old Stefan or my friend Bobby lying on top of me in the bed, my dick
stiffening at that. "Shit, the last thing I need right now is to jack off," I said to myself.

After I'd rested for about 30 minutes, I got up and went over to Bobby's door. Knocking, I asked
him if he wanted to explore. He answered the door, saying, "Yeah," so we went to check the
place out. It was understood that we wouldn't go back into the basement until tomorrow, so we
checked out the ground floor, since the upstairs looked mainly to be bedrooms and bathrooms, a
lot of ‘em too.

We settled into the game room, where he had a couple of HD plasma TVs, 40+ inches, and a
bunch of other stuff, including Nintendo, PS2s and even some old pinball tables and foosball.
Bobby and I settled in to watch some TV, but we avoided talking about what had happened that
day. I wondered if we ever would talk about it. After a while, the maid came in and said the cook
had prepared a buffet dinner for us. We headed over to the dining room, and found a really nice
spread of all kinds of meat, fruit, pastries and stuff like that. We stuffed our faces, then went
back and watched some more TV.

Finally, I started dozing off, so I told Bobby that I was going to bed. I kind of hesitated, because,
to be honest, I was thinking how nice it would be to feel his naked body next to mine. But that
whole area of thought was dangerous, since we'd never, ever done anything like that. Course,
you'd have to balance THAT with the fact that we'd been having gay sex all day in front of each
other, and I'd had my fingers up his ass while he stroked my cock! And there was the fact that I
thought we'd better not play at night with the challenge the next morning. After all, my lacrosse
coach told us fucking our girlfriends would take away from our lacrosse games, so it stood to
reason that fucking the night before would take away your game from a, er, fucking competition.

I went up to my room, and found pajamas, and clothing for the next day, in my size, laid out on a
small dresser top. I went into the private bathroom, and took a quick shower, removing the sweat
and male juices of the day off my body, the hot water soothing me, and turning my skin bright
pink. The feel of the slick soap was nice, and I felt so clean as I stepped out onto the mat and
dried off, with the biggest, fluffiest and softest towel I'd ever seen.

I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair back with my fingers, and walked over to the plush bed and
crawled in under the covers. The sheets were ultra smooth, almost felt like satin sheets, although
they were cotton, and cool against my skin. I don't even remember turning the lights off, as I
dropped off to sleep within seconds. I slept a dreamless sleep, or at least I don't remember any,
but somewhere in the blackness I awoke, feeling someone crawling into bed with me! There was
no light at all in the room.

"What the fu-" I started to say.

"Shh," the person said. It became evident very quickly that the someone was male, and naked, as
I felt a small, hard cock flopping against my naked thigh. The male was short, about 5' or so,
judging by where his feet were when he brought his mouth to mine, although it was hard to think
about height when I felt warm lips pressing against mine, and his tongue invading my mouth.
His hand went to my package, and gently cupped my balls, then stroked my hard cock. The
feeling was pure ecstasy! My hand went to his cock, and it felt like it was about 3 or 4 inches
long, his balls underneath were surprisingly big and full of cream. There was very little hair
around his cock and balls, just a light dusting.

He rolled over on top of me, as I lay on my back, and I could feel that he wasn't real heavy. I still
had no idea of who it might be. "Bobby?" I whispered.

"Shh," he said again, bringing his index fingertip to my lips to silence me. I brought my hands
around to his ass cheeks. Warm, round and full, they were the nicest ass cheeks I could ever
remember feeling. The voice sighed as my hands separated his ass cheeks, and as they parted my
fingers sought out his hole. Intensely hot, and tight, his puckered entrance opened to allow me
entry to his anus. My finger slipped in, to my surprise, as the interior was slimy and wet.

I slowly finger fucked his ass with my finger, deep inside up until I couldn't get any deeper
inside of him. So silky smooth, so wet and hot, it felt much more welcoming than any girlfriend's
cunt had felt. I felt like I was where I wanted to be. I reflected that every time I'd had my finger
or dick up inside a male's ass today, I'd loved the feel much more than I ever had with any
female, and I actually considered the reality that I might be gay, or at least bi.

I found that the thought didn't turn me off at all, but rather excited me wonderfully. Apparently,
after my revelations of this day, I'd opened up my sexual opportunities to the whole world, rather
than confining them to only half (and a cranky half, at that!)

Freeing myself of my inhibitions, I aggressively began exploring his body, Bobby or whoever. I
stroked his smooth body up and down his slim length, loving the feel of his naked, slightly
muscled body against my naked, more defined body, my hard 9" dick pressing between his slim
thighs, where he trapped it, squeezing it there. He giggled silently into my mouth, as we
continued kissing passionately. Our tongues danced together in ecstasy, our bodies slowly
moving against each other, my hands absorbing every square inch of hot, sexy boy flesh.

His small nipples were tightly erect, and I pinched one between thumb and forefinger, rolling the
hard, rubbery flesh until he squealed, then moving to the other, which made him grind his
leaking cock against my thigh. I could tell he was taking pleasure from both the pain of my
pinching his nipples, and the ecstasy of pressing his hard 3" cock against me, and I kissed him
even more deeply for that. I wanted to please my mysterious lover.

Suddenly, he sat up, then, wordlessly, he sat on my chest, astride me, his small cock near my
mouth. I could smell its warm musk, and instinctively feel its closeness, as a wife knows her
husband is nearby without checking. "Give it to me," I whispered, and I felt his warm bottom
against my chest as he slid forward. His cock bounced up and down against my lips, and I
opened wide to allow him access to my mouth. He slid forward, his hard meat pushing past my
teeth, and resting momentarily on my tongue.

I was an inexperienced cock sucker, that morning had been my first and only, but I was careful
to give that cock a loving touch, kissing and caressing that uncut 3" rod, sucking gently, then
harder, as though I could suck off his loose foreskin and taste his meat. As his rod stiffened, the
foreskin retracted enough that his piss slit was exposed in my mouth, several pearly drops of
salty cum rolling onto my tongue. That excited me, and I knew I'd do anything for him then.

He began fucking my mouth slowly, then faster as his own lust overcame him, jamming his dick
as far inside me as he could. My jaws ached, but I loved the feel of this boy or man possessing
me, and I hoped he'd soon be giving me his creamy load. If it were Bobby, I knew it would be
more than a mouthful, or so I found myself hoping. He grunted above me, as he pushed in and
out of my mouth pussy. I stroked his lower back, which was really all I could reach with him
sitting on my face, though I longed to rub his hot ass.

Soon, his grunting increased in pace, as did his fucking, and I knew that he would cum soon. I
felt the first shots out of his dick against the back of my throat, and swallowed madly so that I
wouldn't choke on them, but there was plenty of his jizz oozing out of that wonderful cock onto
my tongue and gums, and I got the full flavor of his man essence, a sweetly salty creamy taste. I
regretted missing its wonderful flavor and texture for so many years, but promised myself I'd
never make that mistake again. I so very much wanted more man cream!

The man or boy above said nothing, just jerked his hips several times as he finished cumming,
then slowly, sadly withdrew his already softening penis from my eager mouth and lips, bending
down to kiss me, and taste his cum from my lips. He stretched out along me, laying on me,
wonderfully naked, kissing, then whispered, "Fuck me." Just once, simply, "Fuck me."

He got up, and in the darkness I could feel him crouching on his hands and knees next to me, his
words echoing in my ears. "Fuck me." I raised up, my hard 9" dick more than happy to take its
pleasure. I crouched behind him, feeling for, and quickly finding his warm, round bottom. I
separated his cheeks with my thumbs, and brought my nose close to his rear opening. The musky
fragrance that I remembered so well from my fingers in Bobby's ass was here, too.

"Bobby, I want to fuck your hot ass so much!" I whispered, with only his wiggling ass for
answer. I began licking at that delicious boy hole, my tongue penetrating his tight pucker,
absorbing his beauty with the texture of his flesh under my tongue, the aroma of his light, musky
shit scent up my nose, and the slightly bitter shit taste of a boy ass on my tongue, my mouth
watering with lust.

I lapped at his sweet man pussy for the longest time, until I had extracted all the Bobby flavor his
ass possessed, and his rear hole was wetly awaiting my rampaging cock, 9" of steel by this point.
I gave his ass one last slow, lingering lick, then raised up on my knees between those slim
thighs. "Bobby, I'm gonna fuck you now, baby," I moaned, and, holding the head of my cock
between thumb and forefinger, brought it up to that tiny hole, the male cunt emitting heat all out
of proportion to its small size. I pushed the large knob of my dick past that slick pucker, and
Bobby yelped.

"Do you want me to stop?" I muttered.

"No, harder," was the muffled reply, as Bobby's face was pressed into the pillow. I thrust harder,
and deeper, and Bobby pressed back, my cock sinking in all the way to the hilt up his ass. The
head of my cock must have been tickling the back of his throat, I thought. I slowly began fucking
in and out of that delicious boy pussy, Bobby's rectum tightly gripping my cock, as though it
never wanted to let go.

"Fuck Bobby! You've got the tightest fuckin' ass I've ever felt! My hard cock is splitting your
little ass in two, man! You're the sweetest piece of ass a man could want! I'm fuckin' you like the
little bitch slut you are! Uhh!! Yeah!! Fuck, YES!!" Bobby's sphincter clamped down on my
cock, then, and I shot through the roof. "FUCK!! Your hot cunt's grippin' my cock, man!! You
want my load, slut, don't ya!! FUCK!! HERE IT COMES, BABY!! I'M FUCKIN' SHOOTIN'
MY MAN LOAD INSIDE YOUR TIGHT ASS!! TAKE IT, BABY!! TAKE MY LOAD,
SLUT!!! YEAH!!" I could feel volley after volley of my jism shoot out and splash against his ass
walls, his rectum still gripping my rod tightly.

I slumped against his small body, coming down from the high of my orgasm, then rolling over
onto side, my back momentarily to my new lover. I remember thinking to myself, "I want to roll
back and give Bobby a big hug and kiss," but I drifted off to sleep, the exercise and excitement
of the day before finally catching up to me. I woke up around 9 am or so the next morning, to
find myself alone in the bed. "Was it a dream?" I wondered, then touching my cock, still a little
sore, I knew it had actually happened. The events of the night before were further confirmed as
being no dream, by the crusted cum on my face.

I still felt worn out, but Bobby would probably feel the same, so at least we'd be even in the
competition.
