The day I turned 18 was the day I could finally be exactly who I wanted to be; a cock-sucking, insatiable slut who’d bend over for any man who so much as asked, or didn’t. All of the men I’d spent my adolescence drooling over, all of those hairy chests I only got to see in the summers at pools, every bulge wrapped tightly in thick denim jeans, strong arms, and stoic, masculine faces. All of it could be mine now, and all I had to do was go find it.
I decided that morning that underwear would be a thing of the past. No matter how short, tight, and thin my shorts were, I wouldn’t allow for any form of modesty ever again. I wanted my shorts so small and sheer that men walking down the street could practically see my young, tight hole winking at them. I wanted the seams so stressed and taut that they could burst at any moment, my dick and balls spilling out and my tight pale ass on display to whoever was near. I wanted men to stop me on the street, throw me behind a dumpster, and fuck me full of their cum. I wanted guys on the bus to yank my shorts down and grope me like they owned me. I wanted the goddamn dentist to shove his fingers down my throat and tell me to floss with his pubes. I was a dirty, depraved, desperate whore, and I couldn’t wait to let the world know.
I left the house in haste, whirling through the kitchen, grabbing a banana and two oranges, downing a cold cup of coffee from the counter, and flying out the door. I just couldn't wait to begin my new life, and I was on the hunt for my first taste of a man. As soon as the sunlight hit me, I spotted him, our neighbor, Mr. Mike, out mowing the lawn in nothing but tight jeans poorly cut into shorts. His hairy, sweaty chest glistened in the morning light as he flashed me a wave and a rugged smile. My stomach flipped, and I practically skipped over to him, motioning him to turn his mower off, swinging my hips in my school uniform from last year, now fitting much too snug.
“Well, if it isn't the birthday boy,” Mr. Mike said. “Nice outfit. Hasn't anyone taken you shopping?”
“I like my clothes smaller now, Sir,” I said, confident in my new persona as I looked up at the statue of a man before me.
“Be careful walking around with all that, baby boy,” he said, motioning to the front of my tight shorts and planting a firm, rough hand on my shoulder and squeezing it.
“I’ll be careful, Sir. As careful as I can be,” I said, looking deep into his eyes with a laser focus.
No man was safe from me, and I was determined to make it loud and clear. I bit my lip while I let my eyes wander down his body, noticing every hair and every freckle, the hair on his tummy leading my eye down to the huge bulge hidden beneath his jean shorts, short enough for the pockets to stick out from the legs.
“Sir, do these look too tight on my ass?” I said, turning around and bending over in front of him.
“Hmm, only one way to find out, kid," he said, hooking all of his fingers beneath either side of my waistband and yanking them down.
The shorts came clean off, and in an instant, I was wearing nothing but my shirt on the neighbor's front lawn. My cock was hard and leaking, and my milky white ass must've been glowing in the sunshine. I stayed bent over in the grass, letting Mr. Mike get a good look at my young and willing body. He was silent, but I could tell that his eyes were glued to my hole and perfectly smooth taint. I wiggled my butt, giving my hole a rub before shoving a finger inside. I sat back onto my hand, letting my entire finger disappear into my boy hole.
Without a word, Mr. Mike picked me up by the waist and threw me over his shoulder, placing a large, strong hand on my butt as he carried me into his garage. He threw me down onto his workbench and immediately dove between my cheeks. His beard scratched and poked my soft skin, and I giggled and squirmed while his tongue ate me out like a caveman. He rimmed me furiously, taking a moment to spit on my hole and get it wet, sloppy, and loose.
“You can fuck me, Sir. I’m all grown up now,” I said, arching my back to make myself as appetizing as possible.
“I had no idea you wanted this, kid,” he said, undoing his belt and letting thick saliva fall from his tongue.
“I want it so bad, Sir. It’s all I’ve ever wanted: big cocks in my mouth and ass. I was born to be a slut. Please, Sir. I need it,” I begged.
Mr. Mike pushed deep into me, balls deep, while my elastic hole stretched around him. I yelped in pleasure, lying in a puddle of my precum. He pounded away, gripping the back of my head and fucking me so hard the work table shook like the concrete floor was moving.
“FUCK YES! FUCK ME, MR. MIKE!” I screamed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
He grunted and huffed, enjoying abusing my hole, his heavy balls swinging while he fucked. I saw stars as he slammed his thick, manly cock against my prostate, my cock throbbing beneath me.
“FUCK YES, BOY! Take that fucking cock, baby," He groaned to the sky as he pounded me mercilessly.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby, FUCK!” He yelled so loud I was positive the neighbors would come knocking.
Mr. Mike fucked me harder and harder until, with one final thrust, his cock pulsed and swelled, spilling his load deep in my guts. He pulled out, slapping my ass again and zipping back up, kissing me on the cheek.
“Whenever I want, I expect that ass to be ready. Got it, boy?” He said to me.
“Yes, Sir!” I obeyed, looking up at him like a little kid.
I pulled my shorts back up with my neighbor's cum leaking down my leg. I wanted to wear it like a prize ribbon all day, and as far as I was concerned, there was a lot more to come.
I waited on the corner for the school bus to come with the same kid I’d waited with every morning since elementary school. He was tall, lanky, and awkward. We never spoke much, but today he must’ve noticed a pep in my step.
“What’s up with you, dude?” He asked, his dark eyes looking at me with confusion and interest.
“I just got fucked hard and rough! My ass is leaking cum as we speak,” I said with a smile, looking ahead like it was the most casual thing in the world.
“Oh…” he said, clearly taken aback. “Can I do that too?”
I grabbed his arm and dragged him behind a nearby hedge. I got on my knees and struggled with his shorts, eventually releasing a massive teenage cock. With no time to waste, I opened my throat wide and swallowed the entire thing. My classmate shuddered and moaned, grabbing the sides of my head and immediately fucking my throat so hard I knew I’d be bruised.
I was so impressed by how big he was, and even more impressed with this suddenly confident stud, egging me on with his dirty words.
“Fuck yeah. You fucking slut faggot. Take that nice cock. Fucking milk me slut!” He yelled while my throat took a beating.
I looked up at him with tears of joy in my eyes. I was finally doing it, I was finally letting any man I came across use me like a toy, and I couldn’t have been happier. He didn’t last long, being a horny teen with an eager throat to use. Before I was ready, my mouth flooded with hot cum that I did my best to gulp down before it started dripping down my chin. As I came up for air, he gave me one slap to the cheek and thanked me, pulling up his pants and hopping on the bus that had just arrived. In a daze, I flopped down in the grass and watched that big yellow chariot of high schoolers drive away.
I caught my breath for just a moment before a shadow obstructed the sun that was hitting my eyes. I looked up to find my old history teacher, who lived in the neighborhood, standing over me.
“Need a ride, kid?” He asked, having clearly watched the bus leave me behind.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, wiping my mouth with a smile.
We hopped in his small, modest car and headed to the local high school.
“I saw that, you know,” he said, looking at the road.
“I know you did. You always watch me when I'm at the bus stop, don’t you?” I said, already knowing the answer. “What is it you're always staring at, Sir?”
He cleared his throat and kept both hands on the steering wheel, clearly in over his head.
“C’mon. It’s okay, why don’t you grab what you want?” I asked, leaning forward so he had full access to my waistband.
With a growl, he shoved a hand down the back of my shorts, immediately slipping two fingers into my wet, loose hole.
“Ffffuck…” he exhaled as his hand disappeared into my shorts. “You’ve already got a load in here.”
“Yes, Sir. My neighbor bent me over his work bench this morning,” I said with a smile as I rode his fingers.
I looked over at the massive bulge in his slacks with a growing wet spot at the tip. I had him right where I wanted him, and I knew I’d be going to class with two loads in my pussy.
As soon as he pulled into the parking lot and parked, I jumped in his lap, leaving my shorts in my seat and unzipping his pants. I reached in and pulled out a fat, thick, uncut cock and spat directly on the head. My teacher looked at me, completely shocked and frozen, but melted into a puddle of lust as he felt my warm hole engulf his cock. I bounced off of his thighs, leaning back against the steering wheel and honking the horn with each lift. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting me completely service and milk him with my pussy.
He mumbled under his breath while I rode him, grinding back and forth so he could feel every inch of me. I couldn’t help but whimper while his big dick opened me up, much bigger than Mr. Mike's. I could feel his pubes scratching my balls, and I practically went feral trying to get his load.
“Fill me up, Sir. I need your load deep inside of me. Please, Sir,” I pleaded.
He finally took charge, grabbing my hips and making me yelp from the pressure. He thrust up into me so hard that my head hit the roof of his car, and my back honked the horn some more. I didn’t give one fuck if anyone came over to see what was happening. The more loads I could take, the better, and I don’t think my teacher was capable of forming any kind of thought besides filling my hole with his hot cum.
He erupted into a roar and sat me down hard onto him, moaning with a face so dramatic it was almost funny. His cock flooded my guts, the warm sensation sending tingles throughout my body. I bounced a few more times, making sure he was completely drained before I crawled back into my seat and slipped my shorts on.
His spent cock waved goodbye as I got out of the car with a wink and headed into the school. A few of the football players were nearby the car, gawking as I walked past. I’ll take care of them later, I thought to myself with a satisfied grin.
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