The Invitation

'I think that you have the neatest looking balls and the yummiest cock of anyone in third period PE. I would like you to come over to my place, get naked and lay on my bed. Or you could stand up if you would rather. Either way I would lick your balls until you got hard and then put your dick in my mouth and suck you off. When it was over I would swallow your load and then take you back in my mouth and do it again, or if you would rather you could fuck me in the ass. If you want to do this draw a little circle on the bill of your hat with a black magic marker and wear it Friday. I won't ask you again. P.S. Letting a guy suck you doesn't mean that you're gay.'

Joe hurridly stuffed the note in his pocket as the teacher took roll call.

Two weeks later Joe was eating lunch with Mark, Pete, and Tom when Mark showed them a note that he had found in one of his books.

"So, Mark, do you need to borrow a black marker?" Joe asked, before any of them had even read the note.

"You gave me that note?" Mark enquired, eying his friend suspiciously.

"No, but I got one too a couple of weeks ago."

"So did I," Tom admitted, "but I didn't want to tell anyone about it."

'Well, I didn't get one," Pete commented after reading it, "but if I had I would let him do it to me. My uncle says that you can't tell the difference in the dark, anyway."

"You must not have neat balls or a yummy cock." Tom explained. Pete was at least twenty-five pounds overweight and definately not a stud muffin. Most people agreed that Pete should learn to love his had, as that was the only action that he would ever get.

The boys spent the rest of the lunch break discussing who would have given them the notes.

"The only way we'll know is to take him up on the invitation." Mark decided. "I'll do it if you guys will, and Pete can come along. This guy probably doen't care whose cock he sucks, but then I don't know what makes a cock look yummy anyway." They had a good laugh and agreed to wear marked hats on Friday.

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The first thing the three invited guests and the party crashing Pete noticed when the entered the secluded building Saturday morning was the heat. It had to be at least ninety degrees in the building, and they were wondering why it was so hot when the lights went out and a net fell from the ceiling to entangle them. The four youngsters were no match for the powerefull adult wearing night vision goggles and were all quickly subdued and handcuffed to a railing that ran along one wall.

"Good morning," Said the man as he removed the goggles and turned the lights back on, "welcome to my playroom."

"Stan? Is that you? What are you doing?" Mark asked the man, whom they all recognized as being part of the school custodial staff. "Did you write those notes, and why have you handcufed us?"

John Stanley, or 'Stan' as he was known to the students, was a handsome and muscular youg man who was a common fixture around the school and was frequently seen in the locker room repairing and cleaning things. He now went around the room and removed the clothing from each of the detainees, carefully folding and stacking it before releasing their arms one at a time to remove their shirts. Stan had found that nudity tended to intimidate most youngsters and make them more compliant, and when they were all naked he explained what was happening.

"Cleaning out the hair that you little shits leave in the drains and picking your used rubbers up from behind the bleachers doesn't pay very well, so I make movies to sell in China. You guys came here to get blow jobs, and that's just what's going to happen, only you'll be the ones doing it and some other stuff to each other while I film the action." He motioned to a stage in the center of the room surrounded by studio lights and cameras. "After we're done you're free to go. The pictures and movies will never be seen in this country unless you tell anyone, in which case they'll be all over the school and on the Internet."

"I'll never suck a guy!" Mark stated defiantly.

"You do have a choice." Stan countered. "If any of you refuse to participate you will all be put on a ship in the harbor that is leaving for Pakistan tomorrow. You will be at the complete disposal of the crew for a month until you get there, and will then be sold as sex slaves for Asian men. The buyer will most likely take out your front teeth, blind you, and maybe even cripple you to prevent your escape. You will then spend the rest of your lives sucking cocks and beeing screwed in the ass. You'll start getting hairy and unattractive in a couple of years, so then they'll nut you. That is great entertainment for them, and they have ways of doing it that you don't even want to know about. Your asses will get so reamed out after a few years that you won't be able to hold your shit in, and you'll have AIDS by then anyway, so they'll sell the rights to kill you to some torture-loving pervert. It's either that or spending the rest of the day with your friends learning something new, and maybe even enjoying yourselves. I don't care which you choose, as I make about thirty thousand dollars either way, and I know that you didn't tell anyone that you were coming here."

Stan then proceeded to direct and film the young actors in a production that could best be described as an unabridged performance of the male-on-male Kama-Sutra, leaving no oral or anal penetration undocumented.

One of the biggest suprises of the day turned out to be Pete. The other three boys all had the firm, tanned, slightly hairy bodies and proud genials of young adolescents, while Pete, who was always embassassed to be seen without a shirt, was a pasty-white, nearly hairless butterball whose genitals were nearly obscured by the rolls of fat on his thighs and belly. His cock, to everyone's suprise, protruded almost seven inches from his fourteen-year-old body when it was fully erect and was nearly two inches across.

"Lose some weight and come and see me when you're full grown and I'll make you a real star." Stan offered.

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"You hurt me real bad." Joe told Pete a week later. "I'm still bleeding a little back there."

"Well, I realy didn't have much choice, did I?" Pete answered, and added. "My ass doen't feel that great either, and I wore out two tooth brushes and have used a whole bottle of mouthwash trying to get the taste of you guys out of my mouth."

The four boys commiserated with each other over their mutual woes awhile before Tom gave each of them three blank three-inch by five-inch note cards and told them his plan.

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John Stanley checked his school mail drop one day and found a letter with no name or return address. 'Mr. Stan,' the note read, 'I think that you have the hottest bod of any of the men in school. I have had sex with a lot of boys and now I want a real man, one who can fill me up and make me feel like a real woman. I would love to get you naked somewhere and show you all that I have learned and let you teach me what you know. P.S. Don't worry, I'm on the pill.'

"I'll bet I know what that note was about." Said George, an older co-worker of Stan's who had noticed the growing bulge in Stan's pants. "I got them all of the time when I was your age. Some of these girls are so horny that they get all wet just looking at a real man."

Stan blushed a little and answered. "You seemed to have handled it. What's the secret to getting them to leave you alone?"

"Hell, I just let one of the little bitched have it every now and then. That tight little teenage pussy is the best thing there is. Just be sure to wear a rubber and don't get caught."

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Three weeks, and three progressively more explicit love letters later, Stan followed his cock to the rendezvous to meet his secret lover.

He knew he had been setup when he heard the soft puff of the air gun and felt the sting of the hypodermic dart as it hit his butt.

"Well, Stan, welcome to OUR playroom!" Joe told him when he was fully awake. You said that the Asians had ways to castrate us that we didn't even want to know about, well you were wrong. We did want to know about them so we did some research on the Internet. Each of us has listed three things that we would like to do to you." Joe explained as he laid the twelve cards on the table in from of the tied-up man. Choose a card and we'll turn it over and let whosever idea it was do it to you, or if you can't decide we'll draw one out of a hat."

Stan refused to participate in the selection, so Pete pulled a card from the hat and showed it to a white-faced Stan before reading it to the rest of the guys.

"Whoa, that's a good one!" Mark exclaimed, "but are you sure that a donkey will do that to a man and where are we going to find a big, hungry, dog?"