Streets to Sheets

Mississippi 1995

After my night of being spit roasted and DP’d by Tom and Lamar, I woke up in the tent naked, caked in dried cum and spit, feeling completely depleted. I’d been hungover once before after a night of playing a truth or dare drinking game with Toby that had ended with me fucking myself with the handle on a plunger while he showered me with his piss, but the pain I felt this morning was so much worse.

I looked around Tom’s tent and was glad to see I was alone. There was a jug of water nearby and I drank from it greedily. I pulled on my shorts and shoes and made my way outside with the jug and poured some of the water over my head and scrubbed at my face with my hands.

“Looks like you could use a real shower,” said a voice. 

I turned and saw a guy sitting a few feet away smoking a cigarette. He looked like he was a few years older than me, maybe 19 or 20. He had shaggy dark brown hair, and dark stubble on his jaw and neck. He wore khaki pants that had been cut off just above the knee, exposing legs covered in the same brown hair, and a wife beater that exposed a tuft of chest hair. His sinewy biceps featured mismatched tattoos, and his forearms were covered in thick hair like his legs. He had a broad nose and a scar cutting through his left eyebrow.

“Oh, hi,” I muttered, grabbing my shirt from where I’d left it outside the tent last night.

“What’s your name man?” He asked, moving to sit next to me.”

“JD.”

“Wayne. Nice to meet you,” he said, stubbing out his cigarette. “See you spent the night with Tom. He does have a way of finding new boys.” Wayne said with a grin, eyeing my smooth boyish chest.

I pulled my shirt on, unsure of how to respond.

“Tell you what, there’s a motel about a mile down the highway, the guy who runs it might be able to help you out… at least let you take a shower in one of the rooms, get somethin’ to eat… how’s that sound?” Wayne asked, nudging my shoulder with his.

“It sounds really nice,” I answered, trying not to cry.

“Go grab your stuff and let’s get out of this shithole. You’ll be alright man.”

I brushed away a tear, grabbed my backpack from Tom's tent and followed Wayne down the road.

On the walk to the motel I told Wayne how I’d been kicked out of my house a few days ago and what had happened since then. In turn, Wayne told me a bit about himself. He’d run away from foster care two years ago and spent a few months sleeping on the streets or crashing in the “hobo camp” as he called it, where he’d found me, until he met a guy named Matt, who took him under his wing. Since then he’d been living in an old house with Matt and some other guys, all of whom made their living turning tricks, usually at the motel we were going to. Both the house and the motel were owned by a guy named Carl. All the money the boys brought in, either through being setup with men at the motel through Carl, or on their own outside the motel, went to Carl, who in turn, paid for all of the expenses of the house and then gave the boys a weekly allowance based on how much they’d brought in the week before.

My mind was completely blown. I’d never met a prostitute before, but then again I’d never been homeless before either. I guess the shock on my face was evident, because Wayne took one look at me and laughed, saying “I know how it sounds, but I’ve got it pretty good. I have a good place to live with guys that are cool, nobody hassles me, I never go hungry… it’s a lot better than most of the shitty foster homes I was in.” 

I had to admit it sounded a lot better than sleeping behind a dumpster or in the park, or being used and tossed aside by homeless guys in a tent.

“Plus, I get to have a lot of sex with lots of guys,” Wayne winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile. 

We arrived at the motel and Wane took me into the small front office. There was a bear of a man sitting behind the desk. His cropped hair was graying and he had a long, full beard streaked with gray. His muscular, broad shoulder and chest strained beneath his white T-shirt, and the black leather vest he wore made him look like he should be running a biker gang instead of a motel.

He looked up from the paper he was reading and in a deep, gravely voice said, “Hey Wayne. Who do we have here?”

“Hey Carl. This is JD, found him in the hobo camp, thought y’all could talk,” Wayne replied.

Carl stared at me for what seemed like forever, then gave a slight smile, set down his newspaper, “Why don’t you come back into my office JD. Wayne watch the desk.”

I followed Carl into a small office behind the front desk, my heart pounding as he closed the door and sat in a chair, pulling a second chair close to him.

“Have a seat son,” he said. 

I sat next to him, fidgeting with my hands nervously. Carl reached over with his large hands, gently covering my own.

“How are you son?”

“I’m-” my reply was cut off by a barrage of tears. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked me how I was feeling and seemed to actually care. Carl pulled me in, wrapping me in his big strong burly arms and stroked the back of my head while I wept into his shoulder. I told him about my dad catching me fooling around with Toby and kicking me out, threatening to kill me if I ever returned, about sleeping on the street, about meeting Tom and Lamar and all that we’d done. When my story was finished and I’d stopped crying I sat back in my chair.

“I’m sorry,” I said, taking the gray handkerchief from his back pocket and handing it to me to wipe my face with.

Carl sighed and sat back in his chair, “Well, if you can’t go home, and you don’t want to keep sleeping on the streets, I can call a cop to come and pick you up, take you to a shelter… at your age you’ll probably end up in a group home for a year before they put you right back on the streets… unless you want to stay at the house with my other boys.”

“I-”

“Think before you answer,” Carl said, cutting me off. “I’m assuming Wayne told you about the arrangement we all have?”

“Yes Sir.”

“If you stay at the house, there will be a week-long probationary period, get through that and we’ll go from there. If you stay, you’ll have to help around the house, like the other boys do, and work for me, like the other boys do, but no one will hurt you and you can leave at any time, no questions asked. Do you want me to have an officer come pick you up?” he asked.

“No Sir,” I said. I didn’t want to leave.

Carl stared into my eyes, exuding a sense of strength and confidence that I found both comforting and hypnotic. “Stand up JD,” he said firmly.

I obeyed and he followed with, “Take off your clothes and stand in front of me with your hands placed behind your head and let me look at you.”

I did as he said, undressed and placed my clothes in the chair, then stood in front of the big, burly man with the long, graying beard, and placed my hands behind my head, exposing myself to him completely. Carl reached out and cupped my balls with one hand and squeezed my 6 inch dick with the other; I felt my dick start to harden at his touch. He hummed appreciatively.

“Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks,” he said.

I obeyed again, holding myself open, my hole exposed and vulnerable.

“Good boy, turn back around, kneel before me and place your hands behind your head like before.”

My heart was racing as I assumed the position before him. I should have been terrified by what was happening, but following his orders, listening to his deep, strong voice - I’d never felt more alive. 

He peered down into my eyes with complete authority and asked “Did you enjoy having sex with that boy you got caught with?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Did you enjoy having those men from the camp stuff their cocks in you?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Does the idea of having sex with Wayne and my other boys excite you?”

“Yes Sir.”

“If I told you to suck my cock right now would you?”

I hesitated for a moment then said “Yes Sir.”

Carl gripped me by my chin and put his face in mine, our foreheads pressing together and said, “I know you would boy, but would you want to?”

“Yes Sir.”

Carl released my face from his grip, sat back in his chair, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out the fattest cock I’d ever seen in my life - semi-hard it was already 7 inches and growing, and about as thick as my wrist. My eyes grew wide at the site of the monstrously thick cock.

“Go for it boy,” he said in his deep, commanding voice.

I bent over him and took his cock into my mouth, stroking the shaft with both hands. I felt his cock grow rock hard in my mouth - it was so thick I could only fit a few inches in my mouth.

“Good boy,” Carl moaned, “That’s it, take what you can, jack the rest.”

His praise set me on fire and I slurped his fat cock greedily, spit running out of my mouth and down the shaft, making it easier for me to stroke him. He proceeded to fuck my mouth witha steady rhythm, pressing my face down so that I could barely breathe. I felt tears welling in my face and then he groaned and shoved his cock as far down my throat as possible.

After a couple minutes, my jaw was aching, but I kept on working Carl’s massive cock while he continued to praise me. 

“That's it son, good boy. Take Daddy's dick. Show me what a good boy you are!”

I heard his breath start to catch and he gripped my hair tightly.

“You’re gonna make me cum boy!,” Carl moaned. “You want my load down your throat? Want this big daddy load shot down that pretty throat?”

“Mmmmmm hmmm,” I murmured as Carl cried out and shot several spurts of hot cum down my throat.

“Fuuuuck! Good boy,” He said as I nursed the last drops of cum from him. “Keep sucking until I tell you to stop.”

I gently suckled on the fat cockhead as Carl called Wayne into the office.

“Wayne get in here,” the man called out.

I heard Wayne enter and listened to their conversation, all the while on my knees, nursing the thick dick.

“JD is going to be staying at the house. Tell Matty I want him on a week’s probation and to get him set up,” Carl said.

“Yes Sir!” Wayne replied.

I felt Carl lift my face from his cock. He looked at me and said, “Go on home with Wayne. I’ll be by later to check on things.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

I got dressed and followed Wayne out of the motel.

Wayne put an arm around me and grinned, “You’re going to fit right in at the house. Let’s go get you a shower.” 

On the walk over he told me more about the house and the other guys who lived there. It was an old, somewhat run down place a few blocks from the motel, but it had electricity and running water so it was better than the streets or a tent in a park. 

Wayne told me there were four guys, including him, who lived there at the moment. Matt, the oldest, was 22, then Wayne, 21, Lee was 19 and Jimmy was 18.

“So you’ll be the new little brother,” Wayne said with a mischievous grin.

“Carl said I’d be on house probation for a week - what did he mean by that?” I asked, sweeping my blonde, curly hair out of my face and putting up a hand to shield my blue eyes from the summer sun.

“It’s to make sure you get along with the other guys in the house. Basically you’ll be the house bitch for a week and you have to do anything we want, whether that’s chores or sex. After that, you don’t have to do anything with the other guys… although the rest of us tend to fool around pretty regularly.”

I felt my face blush with nerves and excitement. When we arrived at the house Wayne smiled and opened the door, “Welcome to your new home.”

The house was warm with summer heat, the sound of struggling window units mingled with circulating fans. I followed Wayne down the hall past a doorway that led into a living room, with a torn up couch, a tattered rocking chair, an ottoman, coffee table and TV. Two guys were sitting on the couch and playing Street Fighter. One had flaming red hair tucked under a baseball cap, his fierce brown eyes glared at the game, a snarl on his face. His pale skin was covered in freckles and highlighted by a severe farmer’s tan/burn. He was shirtless, wearing only loose basketball shorts, his strong, beefy muscles on display. The other guy was sitting in nothing but a pair of purple boxer briefs, showing off a sizable bulge. His body was smooth, tanned and toned, His perfect smile, jet black hair and vibrant blue eyes made him look like he belonged in an Abercrombie catalog.

“Fuck!” The red haired guy called out, throwing the controller next to him.

“Yes! Suck it!” Said the other guy.

“Heads up y’all,” Wayne said, calling the two guys to attention. They both turned and stared at me. “This is JD, he’s gonna be staying here.”

“Hey, I’m Jimmy!” The black haired guy said, “This is Lee,” he said motioning to the redhead next to him.

“Nice to meet-” I started to say.

Lee cut me off, “This the kid you and Matt saw in the park the other day?” 

“Yeah,” said Wayne.

Lee stood and looked at me suspiciously, “Wayne tell you the deal for the first week house fag?”

“Jesus Lee,” Jimmy muttered.

“Yes,” I replied, blushing under his scrutiny. He looked at me like I was a frog about to be dissected in Science class.

Lee walked over to me, putting his face intimidatingly close to mine “And you agree to be to be our faggot slave for a week? Do whatever we say? Anything, no matter what to prove you belong?” 

“Do you have to be so harsh Lee?” Jimmy groaned.

“Dude that’s what Meat Week is for! Don’t you remember all the shit Christian put me through? I had to eat dog food and sleep on the floor for a week!” Wayne fired back.

“Christian was an asshole.” Wayne said to Lee.

Jimmy turned his gaze to me, “We’re not gonna make you eat dog food.”

“Y’all shut it,” Wayne turned back to me, “Answer the question. Do you agree to be our faggot slave for a week and do everything we say, no questions asked?”

I glanced at Wayne, then Jimmy, then locked eyes with Lee. All three of them stared at me expectantly and I answered with all the confidence I could muster “Anything, no matter what.”

“Well alright!” Lee cheered, slapping me on the shoulder! “We got us a house fag!” 

The other guys laughed good naturedly and I smiled, my anxiety melting a bit.

“Let’s get you that shower,” Wayne said.

“Hold up,” Lee said, licking his lips“I have to piss. Jimmy?”

Jimmy stood and stretched, “I could piss. Wayne?”

Wayne smiled and took me by the hand, leading me to the bathroom, “Come on JD, let’s get you in the tub.”

The guys led me to the bathroom, pulled my clothes off and sat me in the tub. I looked up at the three guys grinning down at me, each one holding their dicks in hand, aiming them at me. Lee started to piss first, a heavy, steady stream coming from an 8 inch cock nested in a thick bush that was as red as the rest of his hair.

“Open up fag,” he said pissing on my face.

I opened my mouth, letting his piss pool in and flow out. I was startled by a second stream hitting my face, coming from Wayne’s chubby, 7 inch cock. Soon after, Jimmy unleashed his stream onto my chest from his surprisingly big nine inch dick. He moved the stream up to my mouth to join the others. I loved the sight of the three hot young men flooding my mouth with piss all at once and I closed my mouth to swallow a large gulp. 

“Fuck yeah! He loves it!” Lee cheered, as the other two hollered their approval. I started to rub their piss all over my naked body, swallowing more.

The streams died down and then I was sitting in the tub rock hard, dripping with three guy’s piss.

“Good job JD,” Jimmy said, tucking his long cock in his boxer briefs and heading out of the bathroom.

“Alright,” Wayne said to Lee,”Let's let him clean up.”

“I'll meet y'all out there,” Lee said, kicking off his shorts.

Wayne shrugged and walked away as Lee stepped into the tub and lowered himself over me.

“That was hot fag, glad to have another piss pig in the house.” he said rubbing the piss into my face. He gently brushed the fading black eye my dad had given me then said, “No one's gonna hurt you like that again, not as long as your with us.”

I pressed my lips to his and he took my mouth in a deep kiss. He broke off the kiss, stood up and held out his hand to help me to my feet. 

Lee and I showered together, toweled off and he led me back to the living room.

Wayne and Jimmy were sitting naked on the couch, kissing and stroking each other's cocks. Lee sat down next to them and started stroking his own dick. Another  guy I hadn't seen before was perched on the ottoman next to the coffee table, mixing a large dropper full of clear liquid into something blue in a shot glass.

The new guy looked up at me and smiled, “Right on time, new kid. I'm Matt.” Matt stood up, putting his full naked body on display.

Matt was easily the most handsome guy I’d ever seen in real life. He was tall, easily 6’2 and muscular without being overly beefy. He had long wavy chestnut hair that fell to his sharp cheekbones and eyes that looked almost golden. 

He held the shot glass out to me and said, “To help you relax.”

I swallowed the shot, it was incredibly bitter.

“Now get on your knees and put your hands behind your back,” Matt ordered. “Wayne tape his hands, Jimmy get the sharpie.”

Wayne grabbed a roll of duct tape off the coffee table and began binding my hands behind my back, while Jimmy uncapped a large black permanent marker and  handed it to Matt. Matt grinned and bent over me, writing FAG in large letters on my forehead.

All four guys were standing in a half circle, naked in front of me as I knelt on the ground with my hands tightly taped behind my back.

“I heard you had a good time taking a bath in everyone’s piss?”

“Yes,” I said, trying not to let my voice shake.

“I feel left out,” Matt cooed, “You don't want me to feel left out do you JD?”

“No, I…” I looked to Wayne for a clue as to what to say.

Matt gave me a light slap on my face, “Don’t look at him. You belong to all of us for the next seven days, now open that pretty little mouth so you can drink my piss.”

I opened my mouth like he said and Matt placed the tip of his cock in my mouth.

“Only close your mouth to swallow so I can watch, and if you spill any you’ll be licking it up,” Matt commanded. I felt the warm stream flow in, and swallowed the acrid piss down, my dick growing hard. “Oh yeah, son, you’re gonna be drinking my piss all week.” I drank and drank from Matt’s tap. The stream turned to a trickle and I closed my mouth, sucking out every last drop. 

I felt Matt’s cock grow hard in my mouth, “That’s right, suck my cock!”

I worked Matt’s hard cock with my mouth, bobbing back and forth as best I could while holding my balance with my hands taped behind my back.

“Fuck yeah,” mumbled Lee, “Me too!” He grabbed my hair and pulled me off Matt and moved me over to his cock, nested in his thick red bush and I sucked on it for a bit, then started moving back and forth between the two older boys greedily.

“My turn y'all!” Wayne said, shoving his cock down my throat. “Fuck yeah, been waitin’ all day for this!” Wayne grabbed me by my ears and jackhammered my face with his cock. My eyes were watering and my face was covered in my own spit.

“Let's see how much this boy can swallow,” Jimmy said, yanking me off Wayne's cock. I gasped for air, but barely got any before the gorgeous 18 year old shoved his giant 9 inch cock down my throat, choking me. 

“Fuck his face Jimmy!” One of the boys cheered. Someone came around behind me and shoved my face into Jimmy's pubes, choking me on his cock. I couldn't  breath and I struggled to rip my hands free from the duct tape pinning them behind my back.

The four guys took turns trading off and fucking my face until finally my head was pulled free and I tumbled to the floor, gasping for air, red faced and crying, covered in spit. I felt dizzy and dazed from the lack of air and the G laced shot Matt had given me. After allowing me a minute to catch my breath Wayne and Lee pulled me up off the floor.

“Don't move,” Jimmy said “Don't want to cut you now,” cutting the duct tape enough to tear it off my wrists.

Jimmy sat me on the ottoman and I shook my hands out. Matt handed me another shot. I was feeling pretty fucked up by this point, but I took it anyway.

“You're doing great, JD,” Matt said, kneeling in front of me and stroking my cock.

Lee stood behind me and rubbed my chest, “Really great,” he said leaning in and kissing me.

I leaned back into Lee's embrace and felt him and Matt reposition me so that I was on my back on the ottoman. I was deep in Lee’s kiss when I felt Matt rubbing lube on my hole before working two of his fingers in my hole. I broke away from my kiss with Lee and hissed with  pleasure. Lee pushed my head down and positioned his ass over my face, straddling me. I felt Wayne and Jimmy on either side of me, sucking on my nipples. 

“Lick my hole fag,” Lee directed and I grabbed hold of his thighs and greedily lapped at his hole with my tongue.

Matt continued to drive his fingers into me, lighting up my boy button and opening me up, as Lee rode my face and Wayne and Jimmy sucked and bit at my nips, neck and stomach. My head was swimming, the idea of these four guys using me, pleasuring me, taking me… it was too much to bear. I felt my stomach clench and my balls tighten; I thrust my tongue into Lee's sweaty hole and fucked myself on Matt's fingers. I bucked my hips and blew my load all over my stomach and chest, moaning like a cheap whore into Lee's hole.

“The little faggot came!” Lee exclaimed, standing and lifting his ass from my face.

“Good job new kid!” Matt echoed, pulling his fingers from my ass.

“Fuck!” Said Wayne, scooping up a glob of cum off my chest and smearing it on my mouth. 

Jimmy lifted my head and held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled deeply on each side and felt my head swim as someone shoved a pillow under my lower back. Then I felt my legs lifted, my knees bent so that my ass was lifted into the air and my legs were pressed against my chest. I heard the sound of the duct tape pulled in long strips and the boys worked quickly to cover my legs, chest and stomach with several pieces of the duct tape, locking me in place on the ottoman with my hole pointed up and completely open to them.

I felt a cock press against my hole and tilted my head up to see Matt's face form an O of pleasure as he drove his cock into me. I cried out at the intrusion but I was helplessly tapped down, completely unable to move.

“Open up,” Wayne said, smacking my face with his cock. 

I opened my mouth and he fed me his cock, tweaking my nipples and pumping his cock down my throat while Matt pounded my ass over and over.

I spaced out and lost all track of time. Eventually I heard a loud “Fuck!” as Matt cried out and shot his load into my hole. I could feel his cock throbbing in me, pumping me full of his cum. 

Wayne pulled his cock from my mouth and I lifted my head to see him sprint around as Matt pulled his dick out of my hole. Wayne jerked his cock at my hole and I felt the first spurt of his load land on my hole before he shoved his dick in me and pumped the rest of his load in me, fucking it into my ass, mixing his load with Matt’s. 

Jimmy sprayed something from an aerosol can on to a rag and shoved it in my mouth, the fumes made me so dizzy I thought I might pass out until I felt the next cock shoved in my hole and groaned, lifting my head to see Lee fucking me hard and fast. Jimmy moved behind Lee and shoved his huge cock into the redhead, fucking him as Lee fucked me. 

I was so fucked up and overwhelmed from all the pounding that I barely registered the sound of someone coming into the room.

“I see you boys are having fun,” I heard Carl’s deep voice say. I opened my eyes and saw the older, Grey haired biker man look down on me as he caressed my face.

Lee moaned loudly and shot his load inside me. As soon as he finished filling me with his load, his dick was replaced with Jimmy's massive cock. Jimmy gave a few hard, punishing thrusts before firing the fourth load of the night into my wrecked hole. Jimmy heaved heavily and slumped on to me as Carl made his way behind him.

“Good job son,” Carl said to Jimmy, rubbing his shoulders. “Come on now, let daddy have a turn.”

Jimmy chuckled through his panting and pulled his long cock out of me. I could feel the cum leaking out of my hole.

“Alright now son,” Carl said, wiping the leaking cum up with three of his fingers and shoving it back in my ass.

Someone pulled the rag out of my mouth, sprayed it again and shoved it back in my mouth. My head lulled and my entire body ached. I didn't think I could take anymore as I felt the pressure of Carl's enormously fat cock press against my hole. I suddenly remembered how thick he was, I couldn't even fit most of him in my mouth earlier.

“Good boy, just breath,” he said softly as he forced his giant cock in me, nearly splitting me in two, “just breath. You can do it.”

Carl slowly worked his cock into me, then pulled back a bit and pressed back in patiently until he managed to get the entire thing inside me. He leaned down, letting all of his weight fall on me as he began to fuck me faster and harder.

“That's my boy.” He growled into my ear, crushing me when his body, “Take that cock, let daddy fuck all of that boy cum in you. You’ve taken so much, but you can take more” he said, the sweat dripping off his face and beard onto me.

I was so full from his cock and the four loads already in me as the older man crushed me into the ottoman and fucked me with everything he had, until he cried out and shot the fifth load of the night into me. He collapsed onto me, covering me with his heavy, hairy, sweaty body.

After a minute Carl pulled out and climbed off of me. I was too exhausted to even open my eyes. Someone removed the rag from my mouth and my jaw ached with relief. Then the tape was cut and ripped off of me and my body fell limp, the blood painfully surging back through me. I was lifted up and laid down on the floor next to Matt. Matt spooned me from behind and Lee pressed his front against me, kissing me softly. Wayne and Jimmy joined in, surrounding me in a puppy pile, sushing and caressing me. I heard Carl say “goodnight boys,” and I slipped into sleep, feeling safer than I ever had in my life.