My 18th birthday
I myself have experienced Homo Hollow. My first night at Homo Hollow hit like a freight train the day I turned 18. Uncle Eddy clapped me on the back as his truck bounced down the dirt road through the pines. “Happy birthday, kid. Time you learned what real men do out here. Remember the rule.”
The place was already jumping when we pulled in. Firelight flickered over groups of naked and half-naked men. Cocks were out everywhere—thick, veiny, hard, dripping. Guys were on their knees sucking, others bent over logs or truck hoods getting rammed deep. The air smelled like sweat, cum, and pure sex. My cock twitched in my jeans even as my straight-boy brain tried to process it. Who knows where uncle Eddy went.
I didn’t stay a bystander long. Word spread fast that “fresh meat” had arrived. A couple of burly guys in their 40s—hairy chests, thick cocks swinging—zeroed in on me. “First time, huh? You smell like virgin ass,” one grinned. Before I could answer, they had my shirt off and my jeans yanked down around my ankles right there by the fire.
The first cock came at my face fast. It belonged to a stocky, bearded daddy type with a heavy, veiny 8-incher already leaking precum. He grabbed the back of my head. “Open up, boy.” I barely got my lips around the fat head before he pushed in. The salty, musky taste flooded my mouth as he slid over my tongue. He didn’t go slow. He gripped my hair and started thrusting, forcing more and more of that thick meat down my throat.
I gagged hard the first few times, spit pouring down my chin and tears stinging my eyes as the head battered the back of my throat. “Relax your throat, kid. Breathe through your nose,” he growled, but he kept fucking my face anyway. Wet, obscene “glucking” sounds came out of me as he went balls-deep, his heavy sack slapping my chin. My nose buried in his sweaty pubes with every thrust. He face-fucked me like a fleshlight, grunting and calling me a “good little cocksucker” while my own dick throbbed untouched and leaked all over my stomach.
I was still choking on that dick when I felt hands spreading my ass cheeks. Another man—tall, muscular, with a rock-hard 7 inch cock already slick with spit—knelt behind me. “Look at this tight pink hole. Gonna ruin it.” He spat on my virgin asshole twice, rubbed the head around the rim, then pushed.
The stretch burned like fire as my ass resisted. I moaned loud around the cock in my throat as he kept pressing forward. Inch by inch that bare cock forced its way inside me, popping past my ring until his hips were flush against my ass and I was completely stuffed. The feeling was overwhelming—pain, pressure, and a dirty, electric pleasure that made my toes curl. My cherry gone. Taken by an unseen man.
He started thrusting. Long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, his balls smacking mine. Every thrust shoved me forward onto the cock down my throat. I was spit-roasted between them, body rocking, drool and precum running down my face and chest. The guy in my ass grunted, “Fuck, this boy’s hole is gripping me like a vice. Taking dick like he was born for it.”
They swapped after a while. The one who’d been in my throat moved behind me and drove his bigger cock into my now-slick, stretched hole in one brutal thrust. I cried out, but the new cock in my mouth silenced me fast. They used me hard, pounding both ends without mercy. My ass made wet, squelching sounds as they fucked me raw, the burn turning into a deep, prostate-melting pleasure that had me pushing back like a slut.
More men joined. I lost count. One after another they fed me cock down my throat until my jaw ached and my belly felt full of spit and precum. They took turns breeding my ass, slamming in balls-deep and unloading thick ropes of hot cum inside me. I could feel it—warm, sticky loads pumping into my guts, then leaking out around the next cock as they kept fucking me nonstop.
By the time the sun started creeping up, my hole was wrecked—gaping, swollen, dripping with multiple loads running down my thighs. My throat was raw, my face glazed with dried cum. I felt used, filthy… and hornier than I’d ever been in my life.
I wiped off as best I could, pulled up my jeans, and climbed back into Uncle Eddy’s truck. As the Hollow disappeared in the rearview mirror, I leaned back in the seat, sore but satisfied, and said it out loud:
“I had an awesome day and no one back home will know.”
