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Pony Ryder

My dad threw me out for being gay. He put me on a bus to Minneapolis – I was twelve. There was no one there to meet me when I got off the bus. I slept on the sidewalk that night, slouched against the wall of the bus terminal. I liked the smell of diesel exhaust. I would probably have slept there the following night if my bag hadn't been stolen from under me. When I woke up in the hospital, they told me the guy had smashed my head into the sidewalk.

***

I didn't know if I was gay, and neither did my friend Aaron. Hell, neither did my dad. Aaron had scored some triple-X porn magazines, the kind I'd never seen before, where they actually fuck. We were sitting on my bed, jacking off.

We got to one of the gay magazines, and he said, "You wanna see this one?" He had a smile on his face that was tough to read, but his dick was still hard, and he was still stroking it. "It's all boys doing things you wouldn't believe!"

It was called 'Piccolo,' and there was a teenage boy on the cover doing something I could hardly believe; he was straddling another teenager. They were both naked, and the other boy's head was hidden from view by the first boy's hips, which were facing his friend's head. He was twisting at the waist and chest so he could look back at the camera with a cool smile like he was hiding a doob. It was like no big deal to him that his friend's big, hard cock was stuffed up his ass. Or maybe he was saying, "I am this fucking cool that I get to ride a hard cock while you're at home spanking the monkey." I was never very good at reading facial expressions.

When my dad walked into the room, we were sucking each other's cocks. He grabbed Aaron by the hair and threw him off the front steps. A few seconds later, he threw Aaron's clothes after him. A minute after that, I had my clothes back on. I could hear my kid sister Jill laughing until Dad slapped her and told me to pack a bag. I packed the porn mags with some clothes. A few minutes later, I was on a bus. A few hours later, I was in Minneapolis.

***

That was my introduction to sex. I've never been quite sure whether I'm supposed to consider that the time I lost my virginity or my gay virginity. I didn't cum that day until I was in the biffy on the bus with that copy of Piccolo, but Aaron squirted in my mouth just as Dad barged in, and I swallowed. I didn't know how to interpret the rules of virginity for my case.

But it really didn't matter. I was alone in a big city. I had to eat. That meant a couple of days later, I was on my knees earning the next day's lunch money in the back of a bar just off Hennepin. Someone famous was playing there that night, a big hard rock band called Pony Ryder. I knew them, and I loved them. My dad was probably in my room at that very moment smashing their albums.

***

The roadies each took their turns with me. They tipped nicely too. They said that I was fuckin' cute and that if I wanted some really nice tips, I should keep up the cute look and wait fifteen minutes. I wasn't some fucking kid, and I didn't like being called cute, but I needed the money. So I tried to pout slightly, and I tipped my head forward and looked up with my eyes. The roadies gave me a thumbs-up before running inside. It was the end of the show.

Fifteen minutes later, the roadies came out with the band and brought them to where I was kneeling behind the bus. Blaze Slaughter, the lead guitarist, asked me to hold his guitar while he fished out his cock and shoved it in my mouth.

"You're right, dude," said Blaze. "He really is cute and man, his mouth is hot!"

He held my head with both hands and fucked my mouth while I… I could hardly believe it, but I was holding Blaze Slaughter's black Les Paul with LED fret markers! But I only held it for a moment. When he came in my mouth, I swallowed without thinking about what I was doing. He took the guitar back, but I'd grabbed his ass so I could have better leverage to suck his cock. I was in a daze. I hadn't realized he'd finished.

"Whoa dude!" he said. "Most of you boys would rather hold the guitar than my cock! I like you, boy! I'm gonna call you Pony now if you like."

"Anything you like," I said, "as long as I get to hold…"

"Aw, don't worry, Pony, my boy! You can hold Blaze's little fireman anytime you like!" That wasn't what I meant, but ok.

The lead singer, Stretch Holes, had his turn next. There was something weird and vicious about him that kind of turned me on. He kept licking the air around him, and at one time, he had me look up at him so he could lick my forehead. After that, his slightly corkscrewed cock turned into a jackhammer. It kind of hurt my throat and made me gag a few times, and I could hardly breathe, but I think he liked that. He came real soon. When he came, he was moving so frantically he got it all over my face.

"Sorry lil Pony," he hissed as a roadie threw me a towel.

***

The roadies went back into the bar to strike the show (which is roadie-speak for tearing down the equipment and loading it all back in the trucks). The band walked toward the bus entrance.

"You comin' Pony?" hissed Stretch.

"Me? On the bus?"

"We,ll you can't be Pony if you stay there!" said Blaze through a barely-stifled laugh.

Nod Snodgrass, the band's bassist, smacked him on the back of the head and told him to be nice to the new pony.

I walked up to them and followed. They stopped at the bus door and ushered me aboard first. Stretch put his hands on my ass cheeks as I climbed the steps. Then he picked me up, so I was sitting on his hands and hissed (he never spoke normally – he always hissed).

"This is your bus. You'll always ride on this bus." We were standing in a sort of lounge with couches and a big TV. He carried me through a door in the back and said, "and this is where you'll spend most of your time."

He turned on the lights and I looked breathlessly down at what looked like four women and a teenage boy in bed, having some kind of group sex. They kept at what they were doing as if we weren't there. Blaze walked around us and took off my shoes and socks. Then he went for my belt and my fly. Stretch slid his hands inside the back of my pants, one at a time, while Blaze pulled them off, along with my underwear, as easy as could be. I was too overwhelmed to think. They were getting me naked in front of all these naked women having sex with that one dude, and they'd said this was where I'd be spending most of my time.

Stretch set me on my feet and took my shirt off. He opened a window and hissed, "You won't be needing these anymore, Pony," as he tossed all my clothes out the window. Blaze held my wad of money up to show me they'd taken it out of my pocket before throwing my clothes out the window.

***

Blaze said, "All right, everyone listen up." He looked at a woman who had been sucking the boy and said, "Fucking swallow it then and listen up! This is our new Pony. You do as he tells you. You work for him when you're not with us. Ginny, Juan, Sassy, you're up front with us."

The teen boy and two of the women stood up, all smiling, and walked to the front with Stretch and Blaze, who closed the door. That left two naked women, incredibly sexy naked women, sprawled on the bed looking at me.

"Hi Pony," said one, "I'm Sharah." She was kind of small for a woman. She looked like she could be part black and part Puerto Rican or something.

"Hi Pony," said the other, who had long legs and even longer red hair (well, almost), "I'm Katrina. What can we do for you?"

"Hey," I said softly, not really knowing what I was supposed to tell them I wanted.

"Well, why don't I just start here," said Sharah as she crawled out of the bed and knelt in front of me, "and we'll see what follows."

This was the second time someone had sucked my cock, and she was better than Aaron. There aren't enough pleasure words to describe the feeling, but I bet at least half of you readers can remember your first proper blowjob. She knew how to pace me too. She kept me on the edge of cumming for an impossibly long time. Soon enough, I felt something that was just wrong, but it felt good! It was a tongue on my hole!

***

Sharah was good, but no one could hold me back when I felt like that. "Ooh!" she said as I finished. "It's that new cum, the really sweet stuff! How long have you been shooting, Pony?"

"I didn't know I was until I was on the bus on my way here a few days ago," I said. "Sorry 'bout that."

"Oh Pony, sweetie, it's not bad! It's good!" She stood and kissed me.

"Next load's mine, bitch," said Katrina, who also stood and kissed me.

"Um," I said, "I wanna talk if that's ok."

"You heard Blaze, Hunny," said Katrina. "Whatever you want. Maybe you'd be comfortable on the bed, sugar."

They laid me back on the bed, and it was the most comfortable thing I'd ever hovered over. Sharah crawled up next to me while Katrina sucked me a little more. Then Katrina sat down on my cock and asked, "So what's on your mind, Pony?"

"I've… I've never fucked a girl before," I said. "Sorry, I mean a woman."

"Pony sweetie, you can call me whatever you like. Besides, I'm sixteen. Does it feel good?"

"Yeah," I gasped in surprise. "Yeah, it does!"

"Don't look so surprised, sugar," said Sharah. "Kat here is a sex goddess!"

"Aw no, that's not what I meant! I'm twelve, and I thought I had to have a bigger, you know…"

"Listen sugar; she'll get off on a lollipop stick if it's attached to the right set of eyes."

"How old are you, Sharah?"

"Fourteen."

"Wow," I said, "and these guys want you on their bus for sex? Why would they just want girls instead of grown-up women? And what would they want with a boy my age, or that Juan boy? The gay ones could have any man they wanted! Why would they want a kid like me?"

"Some people like boys like you," said Sharah. "Katrina likes boys like you!"

She seemed to be right. Katrina was rubbing her pussy into my pubic bone so hard it hurt, and her whole body was shaking. She let out a loud grunt, and everything inside her began to twitch. She kissed me desperately with her tongue and bounced me into the mattress.

"Will you take it easy, girl!" said Sharah as she slapped Katrina on the ass. "Kat's in her own world when she hits her big O."

"Are you the youngest?"

"Well, no," said Sharah. "Ginny, that's Mademoiselle Genevieve, had her fourteenth birthday just last week, so she's the youngest girl, and you're the youngest boy. Juan and Sassy are both fifteen."

"And all you do is play naked back here until someone from up front calls you forward?" Katrina was grinding again with some intensity.

"Oh no!" said Sharah. "We've got full freedom on the bus unless they tell us they need us somewhere else. We just need permission to put on clothes and to leave the bus, but why would we want to do either? We've got all the hot sex here anyone could want! And all the booze and the blow and the reef, and even food if that's your thing."

***

"I think she's gonna cum again."

"As long as you're just lying there, she'll cum all night if you let her," said Sharah.

"She's dripping all down my balls!"

"Pony," said Sharah, "She's gonna do what she wants until you give her something else to do."

"Uh, ok then… Katrina, um… Lick my balls clean, then suck my cock until I cum in your mouth."

"Ooh, yes Pony!" She seemed only too happy to obey.

My goal was to ignore her while I was talking to Sharah. That didn't work very well, though. I came hard and harsh in only a minute or two.

"STOP!" I yelled. "Gently!" I said. But after that, gently was too much for me. "Lick her pussy," I said as I helped Sharah roll to her back.

***

"So, do you ride this bus to all their shows?" I asked.

Sharah was panting and struggling to respond. "Y… y… ye… ye… YES!!!"

"Jesus! How do you have a fucking conversation with her in the room?"

"Well, sweetie," said Katrina, "you can tell me to stop, or you can talk to me and ask me questions."

She went back to work on Sharah's pussy. I watched her for a few minutes, and I watched Sharah. It was really hot, and even after Katrina's harsh treatment, I was hard again. I started whacking off as I watched them as if they were a picture in one of those porn magazines.

Sharah didn't seem to like that. She took my cock in her own hand and stroked me, but girls never know how to do that right. So I lifted my leg over her and sat on her tits while she sucked me off.

***

Soon the door opened and someone entered. It was Juan, the fifteen-year-old boy. He smiled at me as he sucked on his finger, and without batting an eyelash, he slid his finger up inside my ass! He kept smiling as he sank it all the way in. I can only imagine what my face looked like. Then he leaned in and I wasn't sure if he was going to, but he kissed me! I'd never been kissed by a boy, let alone one who had his finger up my ass. But my cock was being sucked by this fantasy girl, and her pussy was being tended to by a living sex goddess. And really, I didn't know any of them.

Suddenly the boy's finger began tickling me inside, and I rammed my cock into Sharah's mouth as I came again.

"Stop!" I yelled. "Just please stop. Let's all lie down. I'm feeling so lost here. You, Juan, is it? Why did you do that with your finger? And you kissed me! I thought you liked girls!"

"I like girls," said Juan, "and I like boys, but especially I like you," he said, caressing my cheek. "You're beautiful; you know that? When you're still young, cute and sexy go together, and boy, are you cute and sexy! Blaze sent me back here to find out how experienced you were with sex in your ass and to get you ready for them."

It had never occurred to me they'd want to fuck my ass. I'd never done that before! "I haven't been fucked there before. I only came in someone's mouth for the first time tonight."

"That was his first?" whimpered Katrina.

"Well," said Juan, "Stretch doesn't care. He'd rather pound you raw, but believe me, that hurts a lot! You don't want that. Blaze and Nod want you to have some experience first so you can learn how to enjoy it. You saw how big Blaze is, didn't you? He doesn't wanna hurt you. And Nod, he's a bassist. He's just laid back and nice."

"So whaddya gotta do?" I asked, not sure I wanted an answer.

"Oh, nothing much. I just need to open you up, stretch you out, get you used to being fucked in the ass, all easy-like. If you've never been fucked, it'll feel weird. I mean really weird, and it might hurt if we don't take it really slow, but you'll get used to it. Hell, you might even like it."

That sounded ominous. "You said I have to learn how to enjoy it? Usually, I just like something, or I don't."

"Sex in the ass is different, sugar," said Sharah. "There's the part that hurts, and there's the part that feels like fuck-me heaven! You've got to learn how to get through the part that hurts without letting it hurt so much, and quickly, so you can get on to heaven, baby!"

"It doesn't hurt at all after a few times," said Juan. "For some boys, they never hurt at all."

***

Soon I was lying on my stomach while Sharah licked my ass. It felt like a massage with her tongue, only it tickled. Juan was kissing me again, which was the most curious feeling, while Katrina sucked him a little more gently than she'd sucked me.

I felt Sharah's finger go up my ass. I thought it would hurt because she had long fingernails, but I didn't even feel them. She tickled me inside and said, "Remember this place. This is your prostate. When Juan fucks your ass, you wanna feel it here. Really it feels good everywhere, or girls would never do it because we don't have prostates. But if he can hit this spot, and you can help him with that, he'll have you jumping, and you'll be able to cum without anyone even touching your cock."

She sure had me jumping when she tickled my prostate, but I found it hard to believe I could cum with no one touching my cock. But I was nervous just then. When I was relaxed, I could usually cum right away if I wanted to, and again right after. It didn't take much, but it always took something. One day in fourth grade, I even came just by fidgeting in my chair at school because my underwear rubbed me just right. I pretended it was a sneeze.

Sharah slipped in a second finger, which made me gasp. It hurt! But soon, she was tickling my prostate again, and it didn't hurt at all. A minute later, she was paying less attention to my prostate and more to the muscles around my hole. (I didn't know what they were called then, but I know how they're the sphincter muscles.) She was shaking her fingers from side to side. Then she spread her fingers and shook them some more. Soon she nudged Juan's face away from mine and kissed me.

"I think you're ready, sugar." Well, ok.

***

Juan was on his back, and I was kneeling, straddling his belly and facing him. Katrina was lubing both of us thoroughly, using two fingers up my ass, and lingering there a little longer than I thought was strictly necessary, but I didn't complain.

"Ok Pony," said Juan while Katrina did her work, "you're gonna settle down on my cock with your hole, ok? When you feel me pressing into your hole, stop and take a breath. You are in charge. I won't move at all while you're going in. This always works better when the bottom is in control for the first few times." Did he mean me? I was on top. He grunted a few times while he spoke. Katrina was very thorough. "You got all that?"

"Yeah, I'm good," I said.

"Ok, Kat," said Juan. "That's enough. Just keep me lined up with his hole."

"You got it, sweetie!" As I lowered my ass, I felt his cock moving around against me until it found my hole. I paused like Juan said.

"That's good, Pony," he said. "Now, move around a bit and get used to it pushing against you."

"If you say so." I didn't understand why I should wait. I didn't want to wait! This felt more exciting than anything else I'd done.

"Ok, Pony, you're doing good." Good? Maybe, but it felt slow. I wanted to get on with it! "Whenever you're ready, start to lower yourself. Put your body weight on my cock. Sometimes it helps if you push, like when you're on the toilet pinching a loaf. Go just a little at a time, then back up. Then a little more, then back up."

Go just a little? Then back up? I thought the whole point was to get his cock inside me! So I did. I pressed it in slowly; then I went all the way down and immediately shot my little load all the way onto Juan's nose and cheek. It was like having some kind of pleasure-lightning in my ass that made me lose it.

"Holy shit, Pony!" said Juan. "I guess I don't have to ask if you feel ok." Sharah giggled while Katrina toweled him off.

"You might need that towel again in a minute," I said to Katrina as I began to move up and down.

"Jesus, kid!" said Juan. "You gonna keep going? That's ok with me!"

It wasn't quite a minute before my one small, watery cum drop was dribbling down his forehead. Katrina licked him clean. I didn't stop until I was dry-cumming over and over again, and Juan needed a break.

***

There was something I had never guessed about being fucked, and all boys need to know this. It doesn't feel the same for all of us. For some boys, it hurts like hell the first time, and they never try it again. I understand that because when it hurts, it fucking hurts! For other boys, it hurts for a while, and over time they get past that and feel nothing but the pleasure and the thrill of a good ass-fucking. For me, the second I had Juan's cock in my ass, the feeling was so powerful I just had to let go. I didn't try to cum right away. I didn't even want to cum right away. It just happened that way, but everything turned out ok.

Ok? That's not enough. It was life-changing. That night with Juan, it didn't matter at all that I came right away because I just kept cumming. When guys cum right away, they sometimes feel like shit because they shot their only bullet. But most of the time, the reason it's their only bullet is because they get all embarrassed about it, and who can get a decent hard-on and focus on good sex when they're embarrassed?

For those boys who've had a bad experience and don't want to try it again, I hope you can keep open and laid-back to the idea. You might find someone older who knows how to make it not hurt, and if you find him, you might find a whole new kind of happiness that you never imagined. It breaks my heart that so many guys are missing out on something that feels so good because they had a bad first experience.

Another idea you guys could try is a vibrator. I'm serious about that! Find some chick that you trust. Most of them have a vibrator. Don't use a big one either. Dildos and vibrators always feel bigger than a real cock that's the same size. The nice thing about a vibrator is that you are always in total control, kind of like I was with Juan. Ok, the other nice thing about a vibrator is that it massages your sphincter muscles, so they relax and open up. If you're new to ass-fucking, you might even try using a vibrator just before sex. I hope you stay open-minded about that.

***

Ok, back to the story.

Nothing the girls did after I was fucked by Juan made me cum. Hell, I'm not even sure I got hard for them. That blew my mind. I liked chicks! When I saw them on the beach in bikinis, that always made me horny. When I stole Dad's Penthouse magazines to jack off, I felt their naked bodies all over mine, like my hand was really her mouth, and she was sucking me! I couldn't believe there were chicks in this world who looked that fucking good and wanted to have their picture taken naked. I always got off on chicks. Then when Aaron brought that hardcore stuff over, I was lost in heaven! Chicks actually did that stuff! Maybe I could find one who would let me do that with her. Well, I thought I could lick their pussies anyway because my cock wasn't really big enough for a good fuck.

Then Aaron pulled out that issue of Piccolo. Guys did that shit together too? I'd heard guys making jokes about that at school, but I thought that's all it was – jokes. But there were pictures in that magazine! When I saw those pictures, I didn't care if I had a guy sucking my cock or a girl doing it. I just wanted to play with the boy's body – and there was Aaron. There was Aaron for about twenty seconds before fucking Dad barged in! By the time I got his cock in my mouth, he was all ready to cum. But I wanted to explore his cock. I wanted to see if it was the same as mine because it looked a little different. I wanted to play with his ass and feel his muscles moving. I wanted to watch his eyes while I did all that. I wanted to make him feel good.

But all those thoughts happened at the same time, and so quickly. I didn't realize how good it really felt until I was on the bus to Minneapolis, looking at that Piccolo.

Wait – I was going to get back to the story.

***

Juan stood up, exhausted, and left the room. He said he had to tell the guys about me. I was feeling pretty good about that. It seemed they all thought my blowjobs were good, and I couldn't imagine Juan having anything bad to say about my ass.

Katrina sucked my limp cock slowly, almost sadly, while Sharah played with a dildo in Katrina's ass. That was no lie – girls can definitely get off by being fucked in the ass. I had been feeling sorry for Katrina because I wasn't getting hard for her, but when she started howling, everything was ok.

Juan returned with what looked like a bunch of leather straps. "Here, put this on," he said. It was some kind of harness thing, with straps that went over my shoulders, around my waist, my thighs, my arms, my neck, and my chest.

"Blaze will be here in a few seconds, and he wants you to wear this." He helped me into the thing just in time, as Blaze was walking through the door. He had a few more straps and things, but he left them on a shelf.

The bus started moving, and that scared me for a minute, but then I thought, hey, where am I supposed to be? It didn't matter where we were going. Des Moines would be just as good as Minneapolis.

***

Juan sat next to me and hugged me while I sucked Blaze's more-than-ample cock. Juan was really happy for me! He kept smiling and kissing me on the cheek. I had only figured out I was attracted to boys, and men too, a few days earlier. I never really thought about what I found so sexy about them. A good ass? A big cock? Muscles? Soft lips? I'd have to get back to that one. I just thought they were fucking hot!

Blaze had me get on all fours on the bed so he could fuck me. When he told me that was what he wanted, I was immediately hard again. Juan lubed us both up, and he casually slid two fingers in my ass, no big deal. I must have still been loose from all of that fucking with him earlier.

"Whoa, little Pony!" said Blaze. "You like it in that cute little ass, don't you!"

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

I was breathing fast while waiting for him to take his turn inside of me. I howled as he fed his cock into my ass all at once, with no warning. Normally you could really hurt a kid by doing that, but I guess my ass was ripe for the picking that day. Again, I came immediately when he first shoved it all in.

"Wahoo! I am the pony rider!" he hollered happily.

It was such a new experience for me, so overwhelming. I didn't seem to have control over my own body, and I didn't want control. I wanted Blaze Slaughter to keep smiling. That was all that mattered in my world. He was Blaze Fucking Slaughter, lead guitarist for Pony Ryder, and he was in my ass! Who wouldn't cum?

He slapped my ass a few times while yelling "ye-haw!" Then he sat next to me and said, "Ok Pony, you've definitely got what it takes, but there's one last part of your audition you gotta get through. Sassy?"

I hadn't noticed, but another girl had returned to our room while Blaze was fucking me. She was an exceptionally beautiful Japanese girl named Sassy with hair down to her ass and perfectly straight bangs going down to her eyebrows. When Blaze called her name, she got up and handed Blaze the extra straps and things he had placed on the shelf. The three girls all huddled together closely to make sure we had enough room. I was surprised to see Juan joined them. He climbed onto their combined laps, and Sassy started sucking his cock while Katrina fed him one of her big-mama-boobs. He sucked on it like she was really feeding him.

I was still on all fours when Blaze said, "Now open your mouth, Pony." I did.

He put a kind of steel bar across my mouth, which turned out to be a bit, like they use on horses.

"Now bite down on this, not too hard, just hold it there." I felt him connecting straps on both ends of the bit to the collar part of my harness.

"You'll have to hold your head back now Pony." He pulled my head back with his hand on my forehead until I was facing straight forward. "There," he said as I felt him click something in place on the back of my chest straps. I could no longer move my head forward at all. The bit was holding it back. He connected one more strap to each side of the bit in my mouth and he held the other ends of those straps, which turned out to be reins, in his hands.

"Now turn sideways and face the girls." I wanted to cum again! This was fucking Blaze Slaughter! "Now you look like my pony. Let's see if you've really got it in you. Sassy?"

Blaze stepped back while Sassy took a movie camera from one of the shelves. It was a small camera, but it had a huge lens and a big light attached to it. She turned on some really bright lights in the walls, pointed the camera right into my face, only a few inches away, and started filming. I twitched when I heard the Super 8 camera rattling away. Was I really being filmed naked? Were we making porn movies? Would I get to have my picture in Piccolo?

"What are you feeling right now, Pony?" Sassy asked me as she stepped back and walked toward my side.

I tried to answer but couldn't because of the bit in my mouth. That made both of us laugh, which I think is what she wanted.

"Oh you look so sweet Pony! Look forward now. Great. Now hold still like that. Oh don't worry! It's ok if you drool. That's part of this whole game." I felt Blaze climb on the bed and kneel behind me.

"Ok hunny, I need you to rest your head on the mattress, good, and use your hands to pull your butt cheeks open. Can you do that for me? Very nice!" I could feel something warm was very close to my ass.

"Turn your head to face me, sweetie," said Katrina, who was now holding a second camera, pointed at my face. I opened my eyes, and when I saw what she was doing, I felt so good I had to smile! They thought people would want to see me naked, wearing all this weird stuff? I didn't really accept that I was hot or sexy yet, but I thought it was a good start. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so trusting with anyone before. I wasn't resting my head on the mattress. I was snuggling into it.

"AAAHHHHH!!!!" I was not ready for that! Blaze had just shoved his cock in me balls-deep again. It felt good, but that's a hell of a shock when you're not expecting it.

"How do you feel, sweetie?" asked Katrina. "Show me with your face. Show me with your eyes. I'm the one who's fucking you! What do you want me to know about it?"

"Never stop!" I tried to say, drooling on the sheets again. It was hard to keep my eyes open. I wanted to feel that feeling. I was being fucked by Blaze Slaughter! I didn't know he liked boys! I didn't know he was into this! Since I couldn't keep my eyes open, I tried to tell Katrina with the rest of my face how good I felt. When I was able to open my eyes, I looked right into the camera to tell her how overwhelming this was, and how I never wanted it to end. She kept saying nice things, so I guess it was working.

My head jerked to the left. Then the right. Then back. Had I made it do that? Then I heard (and felt) the cracking of leather straps on my back, one on each side. It made me jump. It hurt, but it made me giggle. I came again. Blaze was using his reins to pull me back onto his cock and to whip me whenever he felt like it. I was his. I was Blaze Slaughter's boy, and the more he whipped me, the more love I felt, and the more orgasms I had.

Blaze suddenly pulled his cock out of my ass and turned me around so he could shoot his load all over my face. I could see the bright lights from both of the cameras, and they were very close to my face. I was suddenly aware of a third camera, this one taking single pictures with an electronic flash. I wondered how long that one had been shooting. I tried to get my face right up onto his cock so I could get some cum in my mouth, but Blaze pulled my reins the other way.

"Sweetie," said Katrina, "you need to jack him off now. No sweetie, with your right hand. You should be about eight to ten inches away when he cums, and you need to make sure it gets all over your pretty face, ok sweetie? It also helps if you turn your head side-to-side while he's shooting."

He'd said I would get to hold his cock, and there I was. I leaned my head back and partly closed my eyes. I meant to earn that privilege! When he shot, I aimed it up onto my forehead, then lowered it back and forth over my eyes (and got some of it in my right eye), then nose and cheeks, and finally my mouth. I moved in closer as he dried up. I wiped his last dribbles on my lower lip and chin, looked up at him, and he and I both smiled and laughed! I felt better than I ever had before, and he was looking at me the same way he looked at his black Les Paul with LED fret markers.

***

A petite, beautiful French girl with long blond hair was toweling my face off. Blaze had removed my bit. They had a rule that Blaze was the only one allowed to touch the bit. He clipped his reins to the collar part of my harness though. The French girl, Ginny, hopped up onto the bed, and immediately Juan went down on her. That confused the hell out of me. How could he go from hot sex with a boy to eating pussy like he was starving? What really confused me was that I understood the feelings of wanting to do that. I had them too, and I wondered if I was a schizo.

Blaze pulled me into a hug and kissed me. God, I wanted to cum again for him! "How's your back?" he asked while rubbing it softly.

"Fine! Why?"

"Well, I got a bit carried away with the whipping." Really? I thought it was all in fun.

"You got red marks up and down your back Hunny," said Sharah.

"Aw, fuck!" said Blaze. "Listen, kid, I am really sorry about that. I didn't mean to do it so hard."

"Really? I guess I didn't notice."

"I owe you one, Pony. Start thinking about what ol' Blaze can do for you!"

"I already know something, but you won't…"

"Spill it, kid!" Suddenly I felt incredibly embarrassed. Why had I opened my fucking mouth! "Out with it!" He tugged playfully at my reins.

"Well, I think it would be the most incredible thing in the world if you played your guitar solos at your next show or in the studio on your next album while you're were fucking me. And film it! But you wouldn't want to, I know."

"Boy, I just came not ten minutes ago, and look at that. You've got me hard again! I don't see how we can do it at a show. I mean we're the big rock stars, so they usually leave us alone, but if we do it live on stage, I mean, it's still a felony. I'll talk with our manager and set it up in the studio, though. We've only got another three weeks of shows on this tour, and then we take a month off to record."

***

Stretch and Nod wanted to share me in the lounge area on the bus. Nod rolled a fat doobie and we passed it around, then another one. I don't know where Nod got his weed, but it was really good shit! He said it was just Maui Wowee. Soon I had a cock in my ass and one in my mouth. They switched off several times, and I wouldn't have known who was who except one of the cocks tore into me like he was trying to drill his way to China. They both loved their blow, but man, they were different when they were on it.

Quiet, serene bassist Nod Snodgrass had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, even in porn! But he had a gentle way of using it. It should have been difficult to take him in, but it never was. He said he liked us boys because we were pure. We showed our feelings, and they were true. We would rather call someone an asshole than think of something witty and sarcastic. He might have been humoring me, he might have been full of shit, but man, he was a smart dude! Half the time when he was getting a blowjob, he was also reading some sort of text book. When he was reading, he was reading. He would take whoever was available. Like I said before, a mouth's a mouth.

Right around sunrise, we pulled into Des Moines and passed around a few more joints. Juan and the girls and I were all given band-issue shorts that were way too small and band t-shirts to wear when we got to the hotel. We all got into a little trouble when we went skinny dipping in the hotel pool, but that was resolved when the road manager put a wad of bills into the hotel manager's pocket.

***

Blaze and the road manager worked something out as a sort of surprise for me. The keyboardist had a piano facing sideways and a rack of synthesizers facing the audience. They draped a black cloth around the synth rack, where I could hide. During the first song, Nicky Bloodred, the keyboardist, played piano, so his synth rack wasn't used during the whole song. At the beginning of the show, while all the lights were off, a roadie led me by the arm to my hiding place. During his (very) extended guitar solo, Blaze stepped up to the synth rack. I unzipped his pants and dug out his rapidly stiffening cock. He didn't finish his solo until I'd swallowed his cum! Then, at the end of the song, I got up and ran across the stage, totally naked, into the arms of two roadies, who picked me up by the arms, slapped my ass (hard!) and carried me offstage as if I was being arrested.

Sometime after I got backstage, I found out there was a crowd of fans who wanted to meet me and get my autograph, which was code for sex. The roadies held them in a special area to wait for members of the band who wanted fans for sex. They set up an area like that at every show. I was surprised there were several boys my age and younger who told the roadies they wanted to meet me. It was mostly women, then boys, then men, and even a few girls who wanted to meet me.

I felt a rush of power! Any boy, any girl, any man or woman, anyone from that crowd was mine for the taking. I stood in front of them and counted off the five cutest boys. Then I asked them to look around the room to see if there was a girl they also wanted. Three of them also picked out girls, and I told the boys they had to get their girls naked first, right there.

"Hold still girls," I said. "These boys are going to take your clothes off before they take you back to fuck you all in the ass in front of me. No fussing, come on. Do you want it or not?"

The girls looked at each other nervously. They hadn't come backstage to be fucked in the ass by some strange boy. They came for me. Well, if they wanted anything to do with me, this was the price.

I looked at the three boys and said, "They belong to you now. And girls, I don't want to hear any bitching outta you."

We followed two roadies, one of whom was carrying a girl over his shoulder like a coil of lighting cable, to a magical room that was lit with black light, had furry pink bean bag chairs all over, along with a sectional sofa. Also a box of sex toys, and filming equipment – cameras on tripods, stage lighting, that sort of thing.

"Ok boys, get naked, and you three grab your girls. I sat on a bean bag and grabbed a boy who didn't have a girl by the hair and pulled his head into my cock to give me a nice blowjob. He was a true, willing slave. The other boy without a girl was about ten. I laid him across my belly and massaged his cute little ass, watching the rest of the boys enjoy their anally-compliant girl-servants.

As soon as I came, I pushed the two boys away and told the girls to get in line to give me a nice blowjob. I heard screams as they came running toward me, shoving each other out of the way.

"Oh my god!" "The new Ponyboy!" "No, I get him first!" "Oh he's so CUTE!" They were all about my age, and they were all really hot. I managed to cum with each of them. Meanwhile the five boys fell into a nice-looking puppy pile.

I told the girls to go to the toy box and get a dildo they thought would impress me and shove it in their ass or pussy, whatever, right in front of me, and play with it there until they cum.

The music got eerily quiet, and I heard what sounded like a stampede approaching as Blaze went into his guitar solo. Soon the other guys stormed into the room with their screaming fans. Two of the boys got up and ran to Stretch and Nod, who they seemed to know. I picked up the little ten-year-old, and we sixty-nined for a while. He was really cute and very excited. It wasn't hard for me to get stiff for his cute ass. I sat him on my lap facing me and I fucked him. I was only twelve, so my cock wasn't gonna hurt him, and he seemed to love it. He told me no one had ever done that before with him. I didn't tell him he was my first, too.

In this room full of some of the craziest sex I've ever seen, I found my happiness in the corner with a little boy.

***

Back to our little onstage stunt. Technically speaking, according to Iowa law, since they could not prove a sex act had taken place on the stage, there was nothing illegal about what we did. Boy nudity per se was not illegal. It was so successful we did it at each show for the rest of the tour, and we greatly expanded on it when touring resumed. Every show became more and more intense for me as I heard my blowjob in the notes that Blaze fucking Slaughter from Pony Ryder played in his solos. It made me so high! Well, that plus all the weed.

***

After Des Moines, it was two nights in St. Louis, then a day off, and another two nights in Memphis. I never knew what day it was. I was having the time of my life, and I was almost becoming grateful to my dad for sending me to Minneapolis.

And can you imagine any more perfect gay boy dream-come-true than guitar lessons from Blaze Slaughter on his own black Les Paul with LED fret markers? I can! Having those lessons while sitting on his lap with his cock inside of me! They were serious lessons too. Blaze said he wouldn't do it unless he thought I was serious about it and committed to practicing at least one hour each day, which I did. Make no mistake, Blaze Slaughter was also serious about his sex, and sometimes we had to suspend the lesson so he could cum. He really liked me, and I was in love with him.

The girls all liked me too, especially Genevieve, even though I soon worked out I was really gay. They knew I would play with them if they seduced me effectively, so it became a challenge to them. I think they had a weekly pool to see who could make me cum the most times in a week. But Juan was the beautiful one, the one I wanted to be with when Blaze wasn't available. He had a man-size cock with a boy-size libido, meaning horny all the fucking time. With Juan, and with the girls, all you had to do was touch them lightly in the right place, and you were having sex.

Soon I had my own fan club. It was mostly boys. Most of my actual fans were women, but boys were more likely to join a fan club. Whenever I made an appearance on stage, which soon became three or more times per show, I got underwear of all kinds thrown at me, including some Fruit-of-the-Looms that looked like they were from a four-year-old. I also kept getting panties. I mostly gave them to a charity, but I kept the girls' panties that fit me. I had at least fifty of them. We used them in one of our naked boy on stage stunts on the next tour.

On their next album, In Deep, Blaze actually did fuck me while he recorded each and every guitar solo. In fact, if you listen to the song "How Deep?" you can hear all my moaning and grunting. It was an accident at first, but Blaze and the producer liked it, so they put a microphone in front of me, so now I have credit as a vocalist on a Pony Ryder song and a lifetime of royalties. That song was number one for three weeks and in the top ten for two months. The single went double-platinum.

***

The guys sent the pictures and the films of my audition in the harness with the bit and reins, along with all our other films and pictures, to some place in Denmark, where child porn was legal. There was always someone interested in buying them and distributing them. We made tons of those films on the tour bus and in the hotel rooms. Fans were always begging to sign away their royalties just so they could do a porn film with me or the band, so we always had a huge variety of willing actors for our films.

On our days off we tried to come up with imaginative films we could do ourselves, usually in places we weren't supposed to be, like public parks, school playgrounds, cemeteries, and state capitol buildings. (We tried like hell to do a full series of Blaze drilling me on the floor of every state senate chamber, but after four years of trying and ten arrests each, we let that one go. We did get a nice shoot on Lincoln's lap at the Lincoln Memorial though.) These "naughty place" flicks sold really well.

In 1978 we outsold every other producer of child porn in the world. Blaze made sure I got a fair cut from the porn and from my stage appearances, so it didn't take long before I had the money to live on my own. I had the money, but not the need. Blaze liked me to stay with him during the band's downtime. I was in love with him, so that was fine with me. There was also amazing sex anytime either of us wanted it. And dig this: After I lived with Blaze for a year, he sued my dad for child support and got him busted for whatever kind of child abuse it is when you put your kid on a bus to Minneapolis to get rid of him. Dad got fifteen years!

***

So the next tour began. It was clear that I was a permanent part of the show, so I had several appearances in each show. When we did "How Deep?" I knelt in front of Blaze naked, facing the audience, with a microphone, and grunted all my parts just like on the recording.

We tried to change up the songs when I gave Blaze a blowjob during his solo and ran out from behind the synth rack at the end, and we also experimented with different hiding places. But eventually, the top of the showpiece became beginning the song "I Ride the Pony" in the dark. The lights came up with everyone but Blaze onstage. Then I crawled out on stage, naked except for my bit, harness, reins, a leather cowboy hat, and cowboy boots. I was pulling Blaze on a small chariot to his place on stage as he played his black Les Paul with LED fret markers. He hopped off, and I continued to crawl across the stage until I exited the other side. I paused a few times if the audience was going nuts over me, which happened pretty often, and I worked the crowd. Sometimes one of them would try to grab my cock, but we had good security, and they usually disappeared unless I told security I wanted them backstage.

Then the bit with the girls' underwear came up. First, when girls threw their underwear on the stage in those days, some would pin a note or something with their hotel room or other contact information, and sometimes they wrote their phone numbers on the panties. Those were the panties I tried to use.

I borrowed a wig from Sharah and got a pair of high heels through the wardrobe people. I also wore a flashy pink pair of glasses that would have made Elton John proud. I strutted out onstage wearing the wig, the panties, the glasses, and the heels while they played the opening sequence to "Man up, Boy!" from their earlier album Ponygraphy.

During the song I ran away, screaming like a girl (the sound guys tried to keep a boom mic over me the whole time – which rarely worked but became part of the fun), as the guys chased me all over the stage. During the last verse, as Stretch sang, he cut my panties off with a hunting knife and threw my wig and glasses aside so I could 'man up' by standing there naked again, showing everyone I had a dick. (I had to kick my heels off myself and try to get my "little man" up without touching it.) Afterward, we sent the cut-up remains of the panties to the girl who threw them at me with a thank-you card signed by me.

***

So what the hell kind of story is this? I guess it's a sort of rags to riches story. If you're reading this, you probably know that three of my five most recent LPs have gone Platinum or Multi-Platinum, and the other two are Gold, one of which is a new release bullet that we think will probably go Double-Platinum at least.

I think it's more of a 'don't give up' kind of story. Sometimes, you can't do the right thing because maybe there is no right thing, but it doesn't matter. Things work out anyway. One minute I was homeless and penniless in a big, strange city, sucking cock so I could eat, and the next I was a crew slut, and before you know it, I'm a boy porn star and now a rock star. It wasn't the easy way to the top, but things can always happen fast, and sometimes shit has to happen. You have to decide which shit you just have to eat and which shit to flush.

It's true, most of my story was luck, but luck can happen. If it does, are you gonna have the balls to roll with it? It's ok if you don't. That just leaves more naked boys for my tour bus.

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The End