Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...and is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com Thank you,
Chaz
Re-capping where we left off on Chapter13:
Kyle couldn't believe his ears, for as long as he's been beating up other dudes... he never even gave it a thought about making them do stuff... stuff like this and more. "Open your mouth, faggot... and suck the toes of my socks"
After what had to have been ten minutes on each foot, and my mouth filled with one foot after the other, I was now gagging as Kyle forced more of his toes in and out of my mouth, thrusting them as though he was fucking my mouth. "Ooooooh shit, man... look at him... he's blowing my fucking feet...how they taste, faggot? You like that sweaty dirty foot in your mouth, BITCH? I bet you'd prefer that it was my dick...huh? Well, unfortunately for you... I'm still not sure I wanna stick my cock into another dudes mouth yet, but you suck my fucking feet while I think it over, eh?"
"Boys, Buds and Bullies" Pt.14
The taste of Hammer-boys slightly sweat-moist socks, really wasn't as nasty as it sounds, meaning that within the past month or so, I had tasted much worse.
Besides, Kyle was a clean-cut dude, so I'm sure the socks started out as clean socks that very morning.
Still, it was now nine pm... and he'd been wearing them all that day, so of course there WAS a slight hint of moistness when they were pressed against my nose and face, and a hint of salt as I sucked the white cotton toes into my mouth.
Not to mention the unmistakable scent however weak it may have been, making it's way up my nostrils.
Yet, I would have expected worse from a seventeen year old jock-boy punk whose only means of transportation for the past six years has been his skateboard.
Still it's all about the humiliation factor, isn't it? Being made to do something like this in the presence of someone else, in this case my cousin, was very embarrassing to say the least, even if my cousin himself had plans for me that were far more humiliating.
However, the fact remained that forcing another dude his age to do something so degrading was new to Hammer-boy, and he obviously wanted to milk this new adventure to it's fullest, so making me lick and suck his dirty socks while still wearing them went on for nearly 30 minutes, while I explored both feet entirely with my mouth and tongue.
Even when I thought he had grown tired of this new experiment of his, I was far from wrong, he may have stopped using me as a washing machine for his socks, but he wasn't through using me to worship his feet, he simply turned his new washing machine into a foot rest, mashing the soles of his feet into my face and leaving them there.
While obediently licking and sucking the sock covered toes of my cousins 17 year old bud, as I laid there on my back, on my own bedroom floor, I gave some thought to Hammer-boys last words `unfortunately for you... I'm still not sure I wanna stick my cock into another dudes mouth, but you suck my fucking feet while I think it over, eh?'
That task only lasted another fifteen minutes or so before Anthony straddled my stomach, and told his bud to watch closely. "k, dude, you gotta watch this up close, queer-boy here is gonna give me one mean blow-job, maybe a couple before the night is over, aintcha.... Faggot?"
My cousin using his well muscled bubble butt, and much of his weight began bouncing up and down on my belly, raising him self high, then coming down hard several times while robbing me of my breath with each heavy bounce, creating a loud `SPLAT' sound as his bubble butt connected with the flesh of my gut, causing both he and Kyle to laugh hysterically as each bounce knocked the air from my lungs.
The bouncing of his weight on my gut may not have hurt nearly as much if not for the beating my gut took from Hammer-boy, less than an hour before.
My cousin did his very best trying to convince his wicked straight bud how much fun it can be having a faggot like me as a human toy. "Telling ya dude, it's so fuckin rad having a fag your own age to serve you, or to pound on, you can be as rough and mean as you want with him, for real. I mean... what's he gonna do, ya know? The ONLY thing he can do.... is OBEY every fuckin demand you give em, and if he doesn't? .... Well, that's even more cool, cause then you get to be even meaner and rougher, telling ya dude, it's an awesome way to relieve all that tension, and stress that's been building up inside ya. Now like I said... watch closely while this faggot toy of ours shows how well he can pleasure you like no toy you've EVER had."
Hammer-boy pulled his foot away from my mouth as Anthony slid his silk boxer covered butt up to my neck, and while pinning my neck to the floor with his ball-sac, he used both hands cupped behind my head to lift and mash my face into the crotch of his silky boxers, grinding my face into and all around the outline of his cock. "Smell that sweet odor, faggot, yeeeaaah breathe it in real good, you fuckin love this... huh? Told ya, over the next few weeks while me and my bud here work you over, you'll be experiencing both good and bad times, this is some of the good times you'll be having, so enjoy it... fucking fag!"
With my nose and mouth both tightly mashed into the silk outline of Anthony's balls and hard-on, breathing became strained to say the least.
I fought to break free from the abuse, but with my cousins hands locked so powerfully behind my head holding it in place, and his strong thighs placed on each side of my head, there was no way of escaping.
It became instantly clear that it had been a long day for my cousin, as the male odor stemming from his crotch made it's way up my nose.
As the sounds of me whining for relief and struggling for air became louder from being literally smothered by another dudes basket, they soon became nothing more than a light muffling sound against the heavy laughter of my cousin and his bud.
Hammer-boy appeared to be liking what his eyes were taking in, the sight of his bud mashing and grinding another dudes face into the crotch of his silk boxers, wasn't actually something a total straight boy as himself gets to witness every day, if ever.
So far, his bud Anthony was right, he was enjoying the scene. " Fuck, man... I can't believe what I'm seeing, this is like fucking three times more rad than anything I've ever seen, you're like fucking smothering him with your fucking smelly crotch, dude." Little did Kyle know, that the best part of the show was yet to cum.
As I have already said, my cousin... didn't (by far) have the biggest dick of his age group, he was rather smaller than most of us seventeen year olds.
A fact that most dudes our age would constantly tease him about, especially through the high school years, and I'm sure my cousin gets more than enough teasing in the locker rooms.
Besides, like I said before, I really don't know if you'd call Anthony really small, I mean at a little over 5 inches, he is definitely smaller than me... and way smaller than Robby, and a whole lot smaller than Donnie's nine inches, with Hammer-boy remaining the question of the day .... so far... anyways.
Anthony didn't force me to inhale the manly odor stemming from his crotch for more than fifteen to twenty minutes or so, before he stood up and shucked his sexy baby blue silk boxers.
Now back to straddling my upper chest, with his naked nut-sac resting on my lips, and his full blown shaft hovering over my face, he chatted with his bud as though this was a very natural position to be in.
"You watchin, dude? I'm gonna teach you how to fuck face, when to let em breathe and when not to, how to pump your dick into their mouth, how to grip the back of their head and fuck their mouth like it's a worn out pussy, but the best part, I'll save for the end, as a sweet surprise, which I know you'll love.
I had never heard of Hammer-boy making any of his victims do stuff to him, so I had no reason to doubt my cousins word when he said his bud had never experienced head from a fag. Which led me to wonder, would I be the first?
Still, I had strong doubts that it would ever happen.
I mean Hammer-boy is 110% straight, it just did not seem likely that he would allow another dude to touch his jock-boy dick, the very most private element of a young homophobic teenage jock.
As it turned out, even after watching my cousin fuck my mouth raw, three times and witnessing the sight of his best bud dumping three nice size loads into my mouth, it still wasn't enough to convince Kyle to let another male blow him. So Kyle passed for the time being on the opportunity of having his sperm sucked out of his balls by another dude.
He preferred sticking the pouch of his tight boxer briefs into my mouth before we all fell asleep, insisting that was as close as I would get to sucking his dick.
But I'm getting way ahead of myself here. So now where were we? Oooohhh yaa...After a few moments of waving his dick over my face and smearing his pre-cum over my forehead and cheeks, my cousin slid back on my chest a little, lifted my head and ordered me to kiss, then open wide. "k, queer boy give that sexy cock-head of mine a wet kiss, then open wide, time to make Master Anthony smile."
After taking Donnie's mean 9 inches all the way, I was now able to take a smaller cock to the root without choking, just a little gagging here and there. Which had to have caused some major damage to my cousins ego... I'm sure.
After kissing Anthony's cock directly on the head, with my lips planted right smack on his piss-slit, a few well distinguished sounds were echoed around the room, the smacking of my lips being one of them, then the loud moan escaping my cousin, and finally, the words "oooooooh shit... no fucking way" coming from Hammer-boy.
Holding my head in place, while guiding his dick into my opened mouth, then ordering me to suck his knob, I was beginning to feel as though my cousin was probably more bent on impressing his bud than pleasing himself. "Yeeeaah that's it, tongue my cock head, queer-boy, stick the tip of that fag tongue right inside my piss-slit, let's show my bud, what a nice little bitch you've become.
Although some parts of my cousins body may not be up to par with other dudes his age, his well muscled, and chiseled physique more than made up for his inadequacies elsewhere.
So attempting to escape, or disobey him wasn't even an option for me to consider, and I guess I need to be honest here, I was sort of interested in knowing what his cum tasted like, the same cum he had forced Robbie to eat.
Therefore needless to say I obeyed Anthony's demand and stuck the tip of my tongue directly into the faucet from which his piss and sperm exited from.
After wiggling my tongue tip around inside a little, which by the way had my cousin moaning like a sick cow, Anthony tightened his grip on my hair, pulled back slightly, then gave his pelvis one powerful thrust, sending my nose and upper lip into his thick curly bush, holding my head there tightly for what seemed like hours, but in all actuality was more like three or four minutes tops, with me just barely breathing.
Hammer-boy was beside himself, asking a ton of questions fired one right after the other without waiting for the answer, like a young extremely curious and over excited child.
"Did he really stick his tongue into your piss-slit dude, I mean really? What does that feel like? Are you like smothering him now, I mean like can he breathe at all? Probably not, huh? Cause his nose is like buried deep inside your pubes. How's your dick feeling right now, is it like all warm and stuff, you know... like when it's inside a pussy? Is he sucking your dick right now? FUCK IT MAN, ANSWER ME! I've never seen a blow-job up close like this before, unless you wanna count what I've seen on porn vids."
My cousin let out a long loud sigh, as though he was now becoming very impatient with his bud, then answered his buds last question. "Nah, he's not really sucking at the moment, but, this is way better than him sucking, his tongue is like licking the underside of my dick, kinda like massaging it and .... Oooohhh man... it feels so fucking awesome, dude, I mean knowing he's got my whole dick inside his warm mouth. And the thing is, his mouth feels way better than a cunt.... Yeeeaaah.... so fucking much warmer and .... aaaahhhh shit... way more moist too, you'll just have to see for your self, man"
Kyle just couldn't leave it alone, he had to ask one more VERY important question. "This scene is like waaaaay fucking hot to watch, but how come since he has your whole dick inside his mouth... he's not gagging or choking, or something.... I mean not even a little, ya know?" Well, Kyle may as well of just slapped my cousin in the face with anything larger than a five inch dick, if you get my drift, and Anthony's angry respnse was proof to that. "what the fuck, dude, what's with a million and one questions, trust me, he's gonna fuckin choke and gag all right, you'll see."
Hearing them exchange those last words, would have had me laughing my as off... if I were able to.
Thanks to Hammer-boy's inquisitive mind, my cousin began to punish my mouth mercilessly, withdrawing his cock till just the head was remaining in my mouth, then with what appeared to be every muscle in his seventeen year old body, Anthony power slammed his cock all the way home. He repeated these moves over and over, thrusting his manhood inside my mouth as hard and as viciously as he possibly could, allowing his bud to hear the sounds that were missing up till now. Tons of gagging and choking sounds, causing Kyle to gasp several times at the sight of his first face fucking scene. "Holy fuck, dude, look at you go. Yeeeaah he's fucking gagging now, eh? Damn it dude, you're fucking his mouth even harder than I fucked Beth Hemingway's cunt last fall, remember that night?"
Kyle's last remarks had to ease the anger within my cousin a little, but not enough for him to slow his mighty thrusts even slightly.
Several minutes later Anthony slammed one final time, then tightened his grip on my head even more so. "EAT IT, you fucking bitch, swallow my thick creamy cum, you fucking faggot."
Say what you want about the size of my cousins dick, but the size of the load it spat out, was another story altogether.
Poor Kyle was having a hard time handling all this excitement.
As I tried concentrating on not choking from the combination of my cousins cock, and the heavy volleys of his sperm shooting into and down my throat, I couldn't help but hear Hammer-boy's over excited voice as he screamed out his amazement and shock.
"Ooooohh no you're not, no fucking way, dude. Tell me you're no seriously making him swallow your load? Aaahhh man, this is too fucking much. Ooooooh fuck .... man... you so failed to tell me this fag fucking SWALLOWS. Oooooooohhhhh fuckin eeehhh! Ive never seen anyone eat cum before, not even in my bros HOTTEST porn vids....aaahhhh man, this is so fuckin way better than any fuckin porn video... waaaay better"
Anthony pulled his cock nearly all the way out, then apparently decided to show off a little. "K, bitch let's say we give my bud a little show, I'm gonna pull all the way out, but you keep your queer mouth all the way open, got it?"
Only as my cousin began withdrawing his cock from my mouth did I finally get to taste his cum.
He was dead on when he said it was thick and creamy, and I was totally surprised that the taste was nearly as good as Robbie's.
I held my mouth opened as wide as I possibly could, and Anthony gave his bud the best show on earth.
As Anthony stood over my kneeling body, like a powerful gladiator, he held his cock-head close to my mouth and told Kyle to watch closely as the last volleys of my cousins hot cum fired directly into my mouth. "Now queer-boy... let's show Kyle my cum laying on top of your tongue... then you can swallow it all, and clean my cock good."
Hammer-boy, for the first time probably in his young life, was left speechless, he knelt there beside me, his eyes bugging out, and his mouth a gape, as he witnessed his buds cum resting on top of my tongue, and watched closely as I swallowed not once but twice, before sticking out my tongue to lick the knob of my cousins cock, I then took his dick-head once again inside my mouth and licked the entire knob and the ridge beneath it... so totally clean.
When Anthony finally pulled his cock from my mouth after the thorough cleaning, he ordered me once again to open wide, and as I did, he spat twice, each wad hitting it's target head on, landing directly on top of my tongue. "EAT IT, faggot"
Kyle, by now was ready to nut, he actually ran off to the bathroom, and didn't come back out for nearly ten minutes.
This surprised my cousin, he truly believed that after witnessing a true bitch in action, his bud would be more than anxious to receive his first blow-job from a fag.
Glaring into the eyes of his bud, he angrily asked. "What did you just do, man? Please don't tell me you just wacked off, knowing that this cunt right here was more than ready to blow you. I seriously don't believe you, dude. Why can't you at least give it a try, I mean you'll never know if you like it or not till you try it, RIGHT?"
Hammer-boy sat on my computer chair, now wearing only his boxer briefs, tight boxer briefs I might add, white, with a black waist band and a basket nearly as big as Donnie's.
His body was wicked hot, thick pecs, awesome guns, nice six-pack abs, and well muscled thighs that just begged to be felt, his legs are thick and like rock hard without even flexing their muscles.
The word compact again came to mind, maybe a tad short for his age, I guessed him to be 5'8'', but I tell ya what, anybody that would dare to underestimate his power, would be totally insane, and in for quite a shock, to say the least.
Glaring now at his bud Anthony, Kyle felt it necessary to explain to his bud ONCE again his feelings about sex with another dude. "Don't push me, dude, and that's the last time I'm gonna tell ya. I admit that watching this faggot blow you was wicked hot, but I'm just not into that shit, I don't feel comfortable sticking my dick into another dudes mouth, it just ain't right, two dudes getting it on, I don't want people calling me gay cause I let some fag suck my cock."
However, my cousin just wasn't about to give up on his bud, not just yet anyway.
"You gotta listen to me Kyle, they won't be calling you queer, just from getting a blow-job from some faggot, hell no, they'll be calling the fag queer for sure, but not the dude that's getting his nut. That dude is just getting some relief, I mean he's not the one sucking dick, right? So no one is going to refer to him as a fag, trust me on this. Besides, you shouldn't shrug off an opportunity to get a decent blow-job, by thinking you'll be labeled a queer. Lifes too short, and it isn't like an awesome blow-job is waiting for you around every corner. Seriously dude, it just doest work that way, I mean fuck, man, half the fucking hot jocks at any High School, are getting fucking blow-jobs whenever they can from faggots at their own school, I mean if they're lucky enough to have a fag at school, shit, what am I saying? ... what school DOESN'T have it's share of fags, huh?"
Kyle sat there and listened to his bud's message, then he just shook his head slowly. "Nah, I still don't feel comfortable, so let's drop it, K?"
I gave the dude credit, he wasn't a follower, he was a born leader for sure.
I mean hell, I would have bought that line, if I were straight and horny, and witnessing what Kyle had just witnessed.
Anthony rested maybe thirty minutes, as the three of us watched MTV.
After nearly thirty minutes he let me know that he was ready to nut again. "Get the fuck over here on your knees, faggot, no one can say I don't give you your share of pleasure. Gotta make up for the beatings you'll be getting from me and Kyle over the next several weeks, ya know?"
I gave my cousin two more blow-jobs, and Hammer-boy took in the show right up close each time... and at least once ran off to the bathroom for maybe ten minutes.
In between each blow-job, he and Kyle took turns using my gut as a punching bag.
The tent in Hammer-boy's tight briefs never went down in between him pounding on me and the last two blow-jobs I gave Anthony.
A sight nether me nor my cousin could help but notice.
After the third blow-job and the final gut pounding I took from Hammer-boy, my two masters agreed it was bed time, and I never felt so relieved in my life.
My gut was so sore I could hardly bend over to remove my socks, and my mouth and throat felt as though a wrecking ball was at work inside.
I had a tummy full of cum, and there was still a hint of Anthony's hand print on my face. I was sure it would be completely gone by morning, so no chance of my mom seeing it, unfortunately for me.
I started to unfold the top sheet on my bed, when Anthony grabbed my shoulder from behind. "what the fuck you doing, queer-boy? You seriously don't think you're sleeping in the same bed as me and Kyle... No fucking way, faggot, you make yourself comfortable down there on the floor. You're really fucking funny, you know that?"
Anthony turned to his bud. "See, I told ya this bitch has a sense of humor, didn't I?"
I made my self a soft bed by using three thick comforters, and the sleeping bag on top.
It was a warm night and because my gut hurt so frigging bad, I decided to throw the sleeping bag aside, and sleep on top of the comforters in just my boxer briefs.
Within seconds after the lights went out, they were back on again. Kyle needed to take a piss, and started to head for the bathroom.
He was still sporting a massive tent, and again I wasn't the only one that sat up and watched as he strutted his hot body toward the bathroom door.
He then turned and caught our eyes fixed on his lower body.
Even though both Anthony and I were caught by Hammer-boy while checking out his package, it was only me that Kyle gave a smirk to. "Sorry to disappoint you FAGGOT... for not allowing you to give me a Blow-job. You fuckin homo's disgust me. But I'll tell ya what, you can suck on the inside crotch of my fucking underwear all night long, how's that? Yeeeaaah you fucking faggot, you can eat my fucking under-wear all you want, but that's as close as you'll get to tasting my dick" Kyle then wrapped a fist around the nice size tent he was showing off. "Telling ya dude, for your own good, when I wake in the morning I'd better see your mouth filled with this filthy pouch, or else"
Kyle waited till he finished his piss which again seemed to take longer than usual, then returned to where I was laying, before removing his boxer briefs.
Leaning down over my head, he turned his worn boxer briefs inside out, then ordered me to place the inside of the crotch area within my mouth, and keep it there till morning.
It was then that I realized that when he went to take his piss, he actually jacked off, and he did so inside his boxer briefs.
The inside crotch was coated with lot's of fresh cum, and as I looked up at him, he gave me another smirk. "Remember faggot, I want you to suck on that pouch all night long, enjoy!"
It took me awhile to finally fall asleep, the taste of yet another dudes sperm, told me that cum in general tasted pretty much like cum, regardless who's cock it came from. But still, it was wicked hard to decide who's sperm tasted better, one thing however was for sure, Kyle's cum was delicious.
Plus the very thought of me laying there sucking on the cloth that clung to his cock and balls all day long, had me nearly nutting without even touching myself.
The other thing that kept me awake was the thought and fear of the possibility of receiving another beating in the morning from Kyle's powerful fists, I mean I truly did not think my gut could survive through another beating.
Plus I had orders from Donnie to be at Robbie's early in the morning to video Robbie's breakfast, and that was also on my mind.
Then if all this was not enough to worry about, I still had a frigging test at school, a test that I hardly even studied for, and have absolutely zero time before class to study.
Of course I finally did doze off, still sucking the pouch of Kyle's boxer briefs, like a baby sucks on their pacifier.
I'm really not sure of the time, but during the middle of the night, I awoke to something heavy on my chest.
There was very little light from outside, but enough so that I could make out the features of Kyle's face.
I had very little movement of my hands with his thighs pinning my arms down, but I was able to place my palms and fingers on the outer side of his thighs, and felt the hardness of them, not a chance in hell of throwing him off me.
Kyle pulled the pouch of his underwear out of my mouth.
He then quickly placed the palms of his hands over my mouth, and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Don't make a sound, faggot, not one fucking sound."
I tried nodding my head, but with his hands over my mouth, I couldn't even budge my head.
Hammer-boy then continued whispering. "I've decided to let you blow me, but, you are never to tell one sole about it, you understand, not one person, ever. Blink your eyes once if you agree."
I did as he wanted, and blinked my eyes once.
"Good, faggot, but I still have to warn you, that if word ever gets out, I will find you and beat you so bad, you won't be able to walk for months, you hearing me?"
I blinked my eyes once, and Kyle removed his hands from covering my mouth, but continued leaning over me while whispering. "I bet you loved that little snack I prepared for you, didn't you?"
I blinked once.
He looked sorta puzzled, then smirked. "no one has ever tasted my cum before, someday you're gonna have to tell me just much you loved it. But now you're gonna get it straight from the manufacturer, you gotta be the luckiest faggot in the world, you know that?"
I blinked once.
With all that was going on, and with everything I was feeling at the moment, I didn't even notice for the first few seconds, that the head of his dick was now resting on my lips, and damn... what a nice cock-head.
He went silent for a moment or two while staring down into my eyes. I myself didn't dare speak after being told to keep perfectly quiet, so the only sound was my cousins snoring, which was a good thing, as long as we heard that sound we need not worry about Kyle's secret blow-job being found out.
Another thing that caught my attention after realizing that Hammer-boys cock-head was resting on my lips, was the weight of it.
I just found it to be so strange that after having now four different cocks touching my lips, that HIS hard knob felt so heavy as it laid there, like I said, it had to be at LEAST as big as Donnie's, but it felt heavier for some reason.
Suddenly, Kyle leaned back down, and again whispered in my ear. "I want you to do exactly what you did to your cousin, I wanna feel it all, everything you did to him... ESPECIALLY sticking the tip of your tongue inside my dick-head... and you'd better make it good. But first, I want ya to kiss my balls all over, and lick em... till you've cleaned all of today's sweat off em... no body has ever done that to me before... so show me what I've been missing, you fucking queer, cunt"
Kyle, pushed himself backwards a little, and used his right hand to lift his nut-sac up then planting it on my lips.
Man, if I thought his cock-head was heavy, his huge balls made it quite the task just parting my lips and opening my mouth.
Once I was able to accomplish that, I allowed my tongue to make contact with the slightly cold flesh of his sack. Allowing the very first whisper of a moan to escape his vocal cords.
He was right about having a full days worth of sweat attached to his baby makers. But all in all... it was a sweet tasting sweat, not at all disgusting.
To him, I'm sure that making another dude lick his privates clean... was the dirtiest form of degradation, but to me, for some reason, it seemed an honor to be the first person ever to be given this task by a tough straight as nails dude such as Hammer-boy.
It sure seems like I've come a long way since that week spent on Robbie's Island, huh?
The very thought of doing such a degrading task before that, would have easily turned my stomach. But since then? It's become a daily routine, and now I just accept it, all thanks to my very BEST friend.
Is it no wonder that I'm not at his side this very moment helping him to fight off Donnie?
To think that it's even his doing that I'm laying here this very minute worshiping yet another dude's privates.
If he had listened to me in the first place and kept Anthony out of all this, and left him alone, my cousin would not be hating my guts these days, and looking for ways of humiliating me to hell, not to mention beating me till I pass out.
I kissed then licked Hammer-boys entire nut-sac, all the while listening to his barely audible moans of pure pleasure.
He only spoke to me once during the whole time I was busy working his balls. "You must like the taste of my sweaty balls... yeeaah... you do, dontcha queerboy?"
I opened my eyes and looked up at him, then blinked once.
It was maybe twenty five minutes later that he pulled my head away, and whispered to me. "You're doing good queer boy, how'd my balls taste, huh? You like licking my nut-sac? You enjoy sucking another dudes dirty balls? Just the thought makes me sick, but whatever. Now let's get my big knob between your lips so you can clean inside my piss-slit for me, like you did your cousin.
I bet my bro can't even get his slutty girlfriend to do that for him. I guess it takes a true PIG of a faggot to go that low, eh? Now get to it... and like I said.... You better give it your best."
Kyle's knob IS huge, I'll give him that, the largest one yet for me, including Donnie's. I guess that's why it felt so heavy resting on my lips. And if what they say is true, `the bigger the balls the more cum' then I'm going to probably be drowned in my own damn bedroom before daylight even hits.
The other thing is that by now with all that ball licking I did for him, he had big time cock drool. So once he pushed his knob between my lips, I had to deal with cleaning it first.
Having some ones tongue brushing all over his cock-head for the very first time, had him moaning louder than earlier, that is till he heard for himself the noise he was making, then either not wanting me to know just how much he was enjoying this, or not wanting to be caught, his moans came to an end rather quickly.
Then I heard him giggle a little, knowing full well I had no option but to suck his pre-cum down before I could do my thing with his piss-slit. "How's that taste, homo? You like? Let me feel you swallow it all down like a good little bitch. Yeeaahh... you love the taste of my cum, even my pre-cum, huh?"
I blinked my eyes once.
He gave me another smirk then snickered. "oooooh yeeaaah ... you're one lucky faggot all right, like they say... right place, right time, eh?"
I blinked my eyes once, which caused him to once again grin down at the faggot pinned beneath his tight jock-boy body.
It wasn't till I stuck the tip of my tongue into the slit of his cock-head that it became clear to me... just how much pleasure he was truly receiving. Just as the tip of my tongue made contact... the volume of his moans raised a notch. "Ooooohhhh fuck...oooohhh shit.....aaaaahhhhh... deeper... get it in deeper, you fucking faggot... aaaahhhh fuck.... Oooooh maaaan... yeeaah, wiggle it around in there...feels so fucking rad... ooooohhh yeeeaaah that's it...don't stop, bitch, don't you even fuckin think of stopping... Not till I say so"
The only thought going through my mind at that very moment, was... another monster is born.
So much for being 110% straight.
As the tip of my tongue explored the opening of his piss-slit, I think I picked up the faint distinct taste of piss and cum residue.
I say THINK because sometimes your mind plays games with you, and because I was expecting such a reaction, my imagination may have planted the faint taste in my mind, but who knows, all I know is that a month or so ago, just the thought of sticking the tip of my tongue into another dudes piss-slit... would have had me making appointments with a counselor.
Meanwhile, you would have thought that Kyle had just found the eigth wonder of the world, the way he was carrying on.
Even though waking up my cousin now seemed to be the very last thing on his mind, the loud sound of his pleasurable moans caused me concern.
I was wondering how to quiet him down some, but just as that thought entered my mind, he whispered further orders to me. "That was fuckin awesome, now work that tongue all around my cock-head, fagboy"
I immediately did as told, and began exploring his huge mushroom shaped cock-head along with the rim directly beneath it.
As my tongue swabbed, and brushed completely around the under rim of Kyle's knob, he instantly began moaning all over again.
"aaaaahhhh... aaahhh...oooooohh fuck, that's so aaahhhh...shit, shit, shit... that feels so fuckin awesome... uuummmm... so nice. You're making that ridge area underneath my cock-head feel so fucking awesome, it's never even been touched by tongue before... oooohhh yeeaah queer boy... lick all around it... lick it... LICK IT"
I continued to work my tongue all over Hammer-boys thick well shaped knob and beneath the rim for maybe another ten minutes... before he tightened the grip on the back of my head with both fists full of my curly locks.
Then using his hips, he gave a forceful thrust, shoving more of his thick long cock into my mouth.
Holding my head there tightly for a couple of moments, while using the opportunity to verbally abuse me. "Fuck, dude, I've never had a blow-job like this, not even close. Fucking Anthony was right for a change, you queer fags sure know how to suck dick, that's for sure. Damn fucking glad I changed my mind... bet you are too, huh, faggot? Now let's see if you can take a real dick, not some fucking make believe one like your cousin has. You've only got about half of my power tool in your queer mouth right now, so you better believe you're gonna be chocking on my cock... you'll be lucky if I don't fucking choke you to death, but don't worry, I wouldn't do that....mostly cause I may wanna use your queer mouth on a regular basis now... fucking homo"
If Kyle was telling me the truth and I only have half of his huge dick in my mouth, then I have no doubt he'll be chocking me... or at least gagging me some. But maybe not, maybe I can handle anything now after Donnie, I mean wouldn't you think so?
After taking Donnie's nine inches several times, I should be able to control my gagging reflexes and my throat muscles much better by now... RIGHT?
Plus as you know by now, Robbie is no slouch in the dick department... and I am now able to deep throat him with almost no gagging at all.
On the other hand, from what I saw of hammer-boys dick, he's as big if not a smidge bigger than Donnie, so I already know it's going to be a struggle not to choke at least a little.
One thing was for sure, I wouldn't have to wait very long for the answer.
I felt Hammer-boy withdrawing, and wondered if maybe he had changed his mind again.
However he didn't pull out all the way, and before I could give much thought to what was happening, I felt the powerful little bully surge forward, full speed ahead. Thrusting another inch or two of his thick pride and joy into my mouth, a little beyond my throat entrance.
I'm sure it was the brute force of the thrust and not the size of his dick that had me choking and gagging non stop.
Kyle, however loved the sound his dick was forcing out of me... and was having a difficult time keeping his voice level to a whisper. "Yeeeaaah, I like that sound...fucking fag, you only have like three quarters of my dick so far... but you'll have it all in just a few seconds, I promise you... then you'll have a real reason to choke."
I laid there with his thick cock not only spreading my lips to the max, but now working it's way down my throat inch by struggling inch, as well.
As I laid there totally and completely helpless, while Hammer-boy's thick rod squeezed it's way down my throat, I couldn't help but think that if it weren't for moments like this, being so at the mercy of this skate board jock boy, being placed in a situation where breathing would soon be a struggle to say the least, I probably wouldn't mind the controlling factor, the pure domination of another bully.
I mean hell, by now, thanks to my best friend Robbie, I was becoming a frigging pro at cock-sucking, even a cum tasting connoisseur, but in my mind I was becoming something far worse, I was becoming a slave to the male society, nothing more than a submissive plaything to be used at the whim of any tough dude needing pleasure, needing release, needing to simply feel their own power and control.
Another power thrust, then the close scent of male hood, along with another jock-boys pubes, had begun making their way up my nose, soon covering the passage way of my only means of breathing, which suddenly had me gagging and choking... uncontrollably.
I knew in less than two or three minutes I'd be fighting with all my strength to just simply breathe.
I also knew that after struggling for all I was worth, I'd still be laying helplessly beneath this tough skater-boy, and only he will decide when I shall breathe freely again.
Now doing my thing, pounding my fists into his legs, knowing damn well that with his knees pinning down my biceps, my fists were no more of a threat to him than light taps against his strong skater-boy legs.
Of course I squirmed, kicked my legs around, and tried in vain to bridge, anything to maybe throw him off me, just so I could steal a few seconds of much needed air, all the while knowing... he was on top for as long as he wanted to be.
Holding my head in place with two fistfuls of my hair, he moaned like a perv from the pleasure of it all. "oooohh fuck, man, you... aaahhh aaawww... you've got....oooohhhh shit, this... this fucking feels sooo... aaawww, man... you've got my whole fucking dick down your throat.... Aaaahhhh fuck, choke on it ... you fucking faggot. Yeah go ahead ... fight me to get free. Aaaahh fuck, man.... I've never felt anything even close to this... not in my whole fuckin seventeen years.
Now I'm gonna fuck your faggot face, oooohhh yeeeaah, I'm gonna fuck it so hard, you won't be able to talk for a whole fuckin week... faggot"
And so he did, I'd even go so far as to say this punk skater-boy fucked my scull harder than anyone had as of yet... including Donnie.
Using brute force, he shoved my head backwards, then made himself comfortable laying on top of my face, he lined his cock up with the entrance to my opened mouth, and began doing pushups, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth.
At first he was long stroking inside of my mouth and throat slowly, while moaning with pleasure. "Yeeaah, faggot, you fucking gag all you want, you're not sucking some fucking five inch twig now, cocksucker... I may only be seventeen, but what you've got pinning your queer head down is a man size cock, don't you agree... fucking queer boy. Aaaahhhh fuck, this feels so fucking rad... you think I'm going slow to keep you from choking to death...huh? Naaah, no way....I'm just enjoying the ride for a moment, then I'm gonna fuck your queer brains right outta the back of your head, maybe literally... if you know what I mean, you fuckin homo"
It wasn't more than a few minutes before I felt the rough power thrust as his thick long cock began to piston my mouth and throat.
At first Kyle would thrust in and hold it there for a moment or so, enjoying the feeling of having his huge teen cock buried inside another dudes throat... to the max.
I'm sure he also enjoyed the agonizing sound of me gagging and choking. Along with the feeling of me laying there beneath him, literally fighting for my life. As he mercilessly tightened his muscles with each inward thrust while fucking my mouth viciously, all the while enjoying the feeling of the total control and power... he had over me.
I even thought that I felt his thick cock grow a bit more, if that was even possible.
After the initial invasion, I was allowed to breathe freely intermittently, but I'm so totally sure it was no kind act on his part. He wanted the awesome feeling to last, therefore he would pull out and pause briefly, controlling his powerful urge to cum.
This too bothered me a little, though I was extremely grateful for the opportunities to breathe, I knew that by holding back his desperate need to nut, that when he finally did decide to let loose, he would probably come very close to drowning me with his wicked heavy load.
Then after what seemed hours, but in reality was merely minutes, his slow thrusting, became more violent, letting me know that he wasn't holding back any longer, he was ready to blast away, and he had no care in the world how painful or uncomfortable I was.
I was no longer able to taste much of his wicked hard, thick cock, and only felt the hard vein under his shaft, as my tongue continued to massage it while it rapidly made it's way to and from it's new home, deep in my throat.
His whispering was again a notch or two louder. "Get ready fag, hang on tight and enjoy the ride! I know I'm going to"
This was by far the hardest throat fucking I had experienced so far. I even felt close to passing out several times.
Kyle's hard extra thick cock, was killing my throat, I couldn't help but imagine, that his dick was stretching the circumference of my throat, if that was even possible, it sure as hell felt it, I can say that much without exaggerating.
Hammer-boy lived up to his name as he hammered away at my throat, twisting his dick clockwise a little then back again, as though he was now trying to drill through my head.
I wouldn't have put it past the tough little fuck, getting off on hurting another dude while literally fucking the dudes face as hard and mercilessly as he could. "Take it you faggot, oooooohhh shit... this is soooo fucking wild... aaahhhh yeeaah take it... take it... aaaawwww yeeeaah... FUCKING TAKE IT, BITCH"
I felt the room go dark several more times, but hung in there if not just barely.
I felt the tears from his brute force streaming down my face and into his thick pubes.
Whatever part of my body I could move... was now flailing all around, and with him laying on top of me spread eagle, his well muscled thighs on each side of my abdomen, tightly pinning me from the waist up, the only part of my body I COULD move were my legs and feet which were flying in all directions.
I knew there was no way I could escape, but the feeling of being smothered or choked to death will have your brain doing all that it can to survive.
Of course deep down inside, I knew that Kyle was no way going to choke or smother me to death, yet I could do nothing to convince my brain of this.
I felt his whole body tense up, every muscle in his body flexed wicked hard, and I knew he was close.
He even tried telling me so. "aaahhh, I'm... oooohhhh fuuuuccck... I'm... I'm gonna....oooooohhhh"
I felt, but of course could not taste the first blast of Kyle's warm teen juice as it was shot kinda like a cannon ball from his piss-slit... soaring down my throat.
Like a comet hitting earth, it surely made a huge splash somewhere within my belly, and there it would stay, maybe forever, or so says Robbie, now with tons of his teen juice inside me.
It was only after three or more volleys soared into the pits of my stomach, that Kyle lifted himself up off my face, leaving just the huge knob of his rock hard dick in the opening of my mouth, and now holding himself in a push-up position, He continued blasting away, and there was plenty left to fill my mouth maybe twice.
I now had more than enough of his warm cum filling the cavity of my mouth, and as I tried swallowing all of it, I found that I couldn't, as shot after short burst into my mouth and down my throat, causing me to choke on the overwhelming amount of Kyle's warm sweet tasting seed.
Did I love the taste of his cum? Ya, I'd be lying if I said I didn't, it was wicked thick though, but still, the taste was nothing short of awesome.
He began slowly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth after the last hurling blast of cum bombarded my tonsils, speaking of which, I most definitely will be having them out after tomorrow... you can trust me on that.
Kyle continued milking his cock in my throat, with short fast jabs, just before falling hard on top of my face, and remaining there.
I once again began choking and gagging, but for a minute or so, he wouldn't budge, not a care in the world about my discomfort.
When Hammer-Boy finally did pull up and out of my mouth his breathing was almost back to normal, not that HE'LL ever be REALLY normal again.
He rolled over onto his side next to me.
"Damn... you fucking know how to suck cock, bitch. I mean I have to tell ya, I've never ever experienced anything, I mean ANYTHING... as awesome as that. You sure are a fucking queer, no doubts about that.. huh? Now answer me a question, and answer it truthfully, cause if I ever hear that you lied about this, I seriously will find you and do a number on you, got it?"
I nodded my head, and unconsciously blinked my eyes once.
"Dude? You're really fucked up, you know that? I mean why do ya keep winking at me, for fucksake?"
I still wasn't sure if I was allowed to talk, but managed to whisper. "dude, trust me, I'm not winking, I'm blinking like you told me to do"
Hammer-Boy just looked at me as though he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about. "whatever, fag! Just answer my question, rumor has it at school, that your cousin here is a fag too, I've been hanging with him off and on lately, and after watching him here tonight I'm now thinking that the rumor is true... is it? ... remember tell me the truth or else."
I kinda like froze for a moment or so, I mean what am I supposed to say?
If I lie, and then the truth comes out, I'll have Hammer-Boy hunting me down, and no way... do I want to be on the receiving end of his powerful fists, his hammer-boy dick was bad enough.
On the other hand, if I tell the truth, then I'd surely have to answer to my cousin, and I had no doubt HE'D find me, plus I'm sure that that punishment wouldn't even start till the current punishment is finished. So what the fuck?
Another thought passed through my mind, if I fill Hammer-Boy in on the fact that Anthony IS gay, then maybe my cousin would be kept way too busy to bother with me, ya know?
The mean scowl on Kyle's face as he glared at me while waiting for me to answer his question, was the deciding point for me. "You promise not to tell him that it came from me?"
"Tell ya what... I'll promise ya that you can SUCK my dick again... how's that? Now answer my question you fuckin fag"
"Ok, ok, no need to get all bunched up. It's a long story, but my best friend next door, sorta outed Anthony a couple of weeks ago" "stop fucking playing games with me here, cumbreath, what does sorta mean... never mind, you know what? Just answer my fuckin question YES or NO"
I could tell I was pissing Kyle off big time, and decided to just come right out and say the truth. "Yes, my cousin is gay...ok?" "GAY??? GAY??? What you mean is that your cousin is QUEER, a FAG, HOMO right? .... You mean ... he's a COCKSUCKER, right?"
Holy fuck, this kid without a doubt, needed counseling.
I stared into his eyes, literally watching the anger grow within his mind, and I insisted that I get the last word. "Ya, I guess someone like YOU would classify him as all of that, but I don't think YOU have anything to be concerned about, I mean he really doesn't want you or any of his buds to know, so no chance he's ever gonna make a pass at ya, you know?"
Kyle was now getting even more pissed off. "I don't have anything to worry about??? What the fuck you saying? Of course I don't have anything to WORRY about... I WANT him to make a pass or something... give me a damn good reason to beat him to a fucking pulp... for leading me and my buds on all this time"
The room became wicked quiet all of a sudden, with only my cousins snoring in the back round.
After a few minutes of utter quietness, Hammer-Boy stood up, spreading his legs wide. "Get on your knees, BITCH, I'm not done with you yet, as a matter of fact, I'm gonna be making house calls here on a regular basis from now on."
Kyle fucked my mouth twice more before daylight, each time in a different position.
Not even by the final blow-job was I able to take him without gagging and choking.
This pleased him, claiming that my gagging made his cock-head feel even more awesome while buried deep in my throat.
When he finally climbed into bed, he had an evil grin that wouldn't fade. "Good night... cocksucker!"
As I was about to close my eyes, I wondered if I'd ever see that awesome cock again... my question was answered before I even got my eyes closed all the way.
An almost silent whisper came from above on the bed. "Hey queer boy, get over here."
I made my way over to Kyle's side of the bed and looked down into his eyes. "You wanna kiss my cock-head good night, dontcha?"
I smiled down and blinked my eyes once.
Kyle rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly. "Seriously dude, you do have a major fucking problem, I mean other than being a queer pussy, now get down there and give my piss-slit a nice sweet wet kiss"
The next morning, I awoke first, a lot more tired than I'd ever been on a school day.
I looked over to the bed on my way to the bathroom and chuckled at the sight of my cousins arm flung over Kyle's chest, and his face cuddled ever so close into Kyle's neck.
I continued to chuckle even while in the shower, as I thought to myself, `nice day for a mean fucking beating, or should I say outing'
To be continued: