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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.
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Recapping last 3 paragraphs in chapter 18
I wondered if there might be any truth to what Donnie and his bro were saying about Robbie craving for a mouthful of fresh cum, could he have become as addicted to it as I have?
I was afraid that Rocco and Donnie might be right, but it left me still confused.
I mean for all practical purposes, Robbie was totally straight before Donnie beat him up, and made Robbie his cocksucking bitch.
I mean ya it's true that as for me, I now crave for it. It's like I need that special taste in my mouth as often as I can get it, and the more I get it, the more I need it.
Yet could Robbie, a not so long ago hot jock and the home coming King at our school, become addicted to the taste of cum in such a short period of time, OR was it just Donnies cum that he seems to enjoy so much?
Robbie often tells me, "you were BORN to suck cock, faggot"
But even after witnessing him being beat-up by his childhood friend and then giving this friend blow-jobs on a regular basis, I still refuse to believe that he was born to suck dick, besides... he fights it waaaaay too much.
Donnie finally released me form his head scissor hold and ordered me on the floor, my hands still coated with his cum, and my hair smelling like a cum factory.
He straddled my chest, and ordered me to open. "You forgot to thank me for washing your hair, bitch. Now open up, and if you spill one fuckin little drop, I swear... I will use your gut as a punching bag for the rest of the night, faggot"
As I laid on the floor, with Donnie's well muscled body sitting on top of me, and his cock-head between my lips, I prepared myself for what was about to happen.
Just as I tasted the first dribble, I heard Robbie gagging and choking fiercely. He was kneeling with his head up against a wall, with Rocco standing over him, fucking Robbie's scull with every muscle within his jock body. Rocco, was laughing and reminding Robbie how the sound of choking turned him on, and how Robbie would so not make it through the next day without needing a mouthful of fresh cum. "Keep gaggin on my dick, faggot... I love that sound... I love the feeling it gives my cock, and I so love that look in your queer eyes as they plead with me not to be so rough... well all I can say to comfort you is... Get used to it"
"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" Pt.19
Donnie must have been saving his piss all day, waiting patiently for just the perfect opportunity. Knowing damn well it would be put to good use with either Robbie or I.
Of course I was extremely careful not to let one tiny drip slip through my tight lips.
Donnie would help, by stopping the flow when he felt that my mouth was full, then begin again when he felt it was ok to do so. Trust me, it wasn't the fear of drowning me, it was the fear of getting piss on Rocco's rug.
The flow seemed to go on forever, much longer than normal, and Donnie was in his glory, grinning down at me with his evil grin, immensely enjoying the complete power and control he had over me. "Oh ya... you're beginning to like the taste of my piss now... huh? You craving this as much as your boyfriend is craving the taste of my sweet cum? Huh? I've been waiting all day for this moment, but I was kinda hoping it would be surging down into Robbie's belly, but oh well... we have all night, and he'll get plenty before he leaves here tomorrow. I gotta tell ya queer boy, I'm gonna be so fuckin horned at school... watching the two of you walk around all day with both your bellies full of my piss and cum. Man, reliving those moments in my mind whenever I spot you two... is goona be soooo fuckin hot... I can't even promise to keep it a secret. Oh shit man, I'm sooo gonna need another blow-job... as soon as I'm finished with this"
With the sound of Robbie's head thumping against the wall, along with the sound of his extreme gagging and choking, it's hard to believe that Rocco could over hear his bros words to me.
He turned his head towards us, totally ignoring the poor dude who's scull he was so wildly and mercilessly fucking. "Oh fuck man, you are so totally right bro... that is one fucking hot scene, you straddling him like that... and pissing down his throat... oooh fuck man... I'm ready to blast my load, just watching you holding his head like that and practically drowning the fucking fag... oooh shit... I'm cumming... aaah fuck... I'm blasting another nice size load right into this faggots mouth bro, and I swear... I could ride this queers face all fucking night tonight"
Rocco wasn't joking or even bragging, he literally did ride and fuck Robbie's face all night. With he and Donnie only pausing briefly to guzzle beer, the two continued going strong.
Of course Rocco couldn't wait to piss in Robbie's mouth, something he had never done to anyone in his life, with as many blow-jobs as he's been given, the thought had never crossed his mind, not till this day that is.
He quickly made up for lots of lost time though, pissing in Robbies mouth several times throughout the night.
Like his bro, the feeling of having so much control over another dude, like pissing in the dudes mouth, seemed to get his cock rock hard each time, even within a couple of minutes after shooting a massive load.
It seems that unlike your normal dude, when after three or four fucks the dude is done for a while, this family seemed to reload fast and was always ready for a fuck-a-thon, I had no doubt that they could last throughout the night.
It was in the wee hours of the morning when Donnie insisted they swap fags. "K bro, I want my bitch back... you've nearly wiped him out, and I still wanna use the fag a little bit before he leaves. Shit bro... look at him... you pretty much fucked his scull right off his shoulders"
Donnie was right, I mean I was pretty much out of it myself, feeling weak, and unable to even speak from a wicked dry throat, but Robbie? His face looked like it had been fucked by both the entire wrestling and the football teams at least a few times.
The only thing keeping Robbie from falling face down on the floor was the tight grip of his hair being held by Rocco's fist.
Still on his knees, Robbie's eyes were only part way open, his face was totally contorted, with a mixture of drool, spit, and fresh cum covering his chin and lips.
Rocco, as if noticing this for the first time, apologized to his bro.
"Damn it bro, I'm sorry... I must have gotten carried away"
Just when I thought Rocco was apologizing for the abuse he handed to Robbie, he continued.
"I really am sorry bro, I mean I didn't leave you much to play with, here I'll wipe his face with my boxer briefs, and lift him onto the bed for ya... k?"
Donnie seemed a little disappointed, but he wasn't gonna let Robbie's condition keep him from having a good time.
"No not the bed, bring him to the overstuffed chair and lean him up against it, with his head laying back on the cushion. He'll serve me just as good as he usually does, or I'll get off by beating the fuck out of him"
I watched as Rocco dragged poor Robbie to the chair, then lifted him slightly so that Robbie was sitting in front of the comfortable chair.
Robbie's head fell forward, so that he was facing both the floor and his limp dick.
Donnie spoke up, "That's ok bro... leave him like that with his head hanging forward"
Totally nude, Donnie stood in front of Robbie, now straddling Robbie's entire body, taking advantage of Robbie's fallen head, he let his balls and full erection rest on top of the Robbie's hair.
First I thought he was going to give Robbie a cum shampoo, like he had me.
However, after allowing his pre-cum to drip onto Robbie's hair for several minutes Donnie backed up a bit.
Then began slapping the side of Robbie's head, gently at first, then more aggressively and much harder.
Although my heart went out to my best bud, the scene was a total turn on for Rocco as well as for me, just an incredible mind blower.
Donnie's nude body is wicked hot, as I have mentioned many times before. But this night it appeared even more powerful and godly.
From head to feet he was covered in a very light sheen of sweat. Just enough to give his well developed body a glowing sensation, highlighting every well formed muscle on his body perfectly.
His thick and protruding pecs looked awesome, his seventeen year old biceps well mounded without him even pumping them.
His broad chest looked amazing as it narrowed down into a V shape, and was only out done by his perfect bubble butt, and those incredible rock hard thighs.
Standing there smirking down and roughly slapping Robbie`s head, Donnie gave him an ultimatum.
"Listen up bitch, you either raise your queer face now and let me pleasure myself with it... or I'm gonna use you for the rest of the night as a fucking punching bag... and I don't mean just your gut either, when I'm finished... no body, not even your boyfriend here will recognize you for a long long time. You know I'll do it... you know how much I get off from beating up people, especially you. Now I'm gonna count to three, and just so you know... the first punch will be to your face... ONE... TWO..."
Donnie didn't make it to three, Robbie slowly lifted his head, as though he was having a hard time doing so.
Rocco, began laughing at the sight of Robbie's face. "Shit bro... I guess I did fuck his face into oblivion... look at him... hope he gets plenty of sleep before school on Monday... huh? Fuck man, hard to believe that my fuckin cock can be so rough to do a job like that.. huh?"
My bud looked as though he had already been beat up by Donnie.
His eyes were dark and withdrawn as though he hadn`t slept in weeks, the lids looked wicked puffy. But it was his lips that looked the worse. They were so incredibly thick, nearly twice the size that they were before, so thick and puffy they didn't even look real.
His body looked much weaker than I had ever seen it.
He was barely able to lift his own arms, as he placed each hand on the outside of Donnie's thighs. "I'm ready for you sir, please don't be too rough with my mouth and throat sir...my throat is wicked sore"
I could tell by the sound of my buds voice that he was telling the truth, it was cracking big time and the words were wicked hard to understand. Rocco had surely fucked Robbie's throat to hell and back.
The huge evil grin on Rocco's face as my bud tried his best at talking, was proof that both he and his bro immensely enjoyed their control and power.
Donnie's hard cock was right at mouth level, as he gave Robbie an ugly smirk. "yeah, that's right bitch... beg me in front of my bro not to hurt you... do it... beg me"
Robbie glanced at me for a split second, then submitted to his young masters demands.
"Please Donnie... please don't hurt me... you know that I will now do whatever you tell me"
Donnie did his double biceps pose, as he stood over Robbie, turned and smiled at his bro. "Just like putty in my fuckin hands... that's what pathetic Robbie Blackburn is now, bro... fuckin putty"
He looked down into Robbie's eyes.
"Open up bitch, I'm gonna give you plenty of medicine for that sore throat of yours... trust me... it wont be dry for much longer... and don`t swallow till I tell you to"
Donnie bent over, getting right into Robbie's face, his own mouth was making weird movements. I knew immediately that he was building up a wad of drool within his mouth to feed to Robbie.
Sure enough, he swashed his saliva within his mouth for a good minute or so... till he had a mouthfull, then he spat several wads of spit into Robbie's wide open mouth. "You can swallow now, but not all at once... a little bit at a time, just wanna coat that rough throat of yours... cause I'm gonna fuck it hard... till you fuckin pass out, cunt"
Robbie's face contorted again, obviously still not liking the taste of Donnie's spit as much as Donnie's cum.
Donnie let out a cute giggle. "what's wrong queer-boy you still having trouble with the taste of my precious spit? Don't worry... eventually you'll grow to love it as much as you love the taste of my cum... and that's the truth, faggot?"
Robbie made another contorted expression as the last of Donnie's spit slid down into his belly.
Donnie loved humiliating Robbie in front of me, knowing that Robbie hated whatever the task might be even that much more if it meant doing it... in front of me. "damn it queer-boy I should have started spitting in your mouth back in first grade when we were six years old... you'd be begging me for it by now... ain't that right faggot? Shoulda been pissing in your mouth back then too... huh?"
Robbie looked so pitiful looking up at his childhood bud while nodding his head. "It's really not that bad sir... I guess I'm getting a little use to the taste of your piss and spit... I mean it isn't as disgusting as it was the first few times... I guess"
Donnie leaned down and ruffled Robbie's hair a little. "all in good time cocksucker... all in good time. Soon... just like you beg me for my cum... you'll also be begging me for my piss, and my spit too. By the way... you love my fuckin hot body... dontcha? I mean you fuckin live to worship this body of mine... huh?"
Robbie, again glanced over at me for a split second, totally hating the fact that I was witnessing his total submission for the hundredth time.
"Ya I do... sir. You have a way better body than mine now... since you been working out every day it's really showing... I can't deny it now sir ... and ya... I guess I do admire it... I mean I do really admire it now"
Donnie had this huge triumphant grin on his face, as he pushed the back of Robbies head down into the cushion and inched himself foeward a little, so that his balls and rigid cock hung slightly above Robbies face. Donnie`s voice raised a few notches. "What I mean is... you LOVE my body... you fuckin LOVE my wicked hot body... I mean you really... REALLY wanna fuckin worship it with your fuckin queer tongue... dontcha, faggot?"
Robbie literally began to shake a little, even tried looking at me, but from his position, it was impossible.
His lips quivered, and he was having a difficult time speaking.
"ya... I... mean... I... I... ya... I... do"
Rocco let out a loud woohoo. Donnie turned his head to him, and with his triumphant grin he looked his bro square in the eye.
"You never had any doubts... right bro? I mean if you did... they are like totally erased now... right?"
Rocco was super proud of his bro, and it showed big time. "Damn bro... it's like I been telling ya all these years... while you stood back and took all that shit from him... work out a little... pound the fucker into the ground... and then beat the fucker at his own game... and look at ya bro... you have finally put the cunt right where he belongs... totally BENEATH you... ( emphasizing the word `beneath' ) and now that's where he will stay forever... I am so fuckin proud of you... I could fuckin cry."
So I guess that's what this was all about, Donnie losing face with his brothers, for taking so much shit from Robbie all these years.
Being poor sucks, but with Donnie it was more than just being poor, much more.
He never had the pride or self confidence that Robbie had, always shying away when it came to the test of strength between the two.
He always stood back and allowed Robbie to snatch his girls away from him. Allowed Robbie to out perform him in all the sport programs, believing that because Robbie had money, good looks, and a hard body, that he must also have all the power as well.
Even during their arguments over all the past years, Robbie would slap Donnie around, and tease him about the way he dressed, in all his old worn clothes, the ones that Robbie would hand him down.
My mom always says that what goes around comes around.
Now it all made perfectly good sense, the way Rocco mercilessly fucked Robbie's face, all the abuse Donnie was putting Robbie through these last couple of months, it was all coming together now.
I wondered if now... maybe, just maybe... it was all over, Donnie turned Robbie into his total bitch, fixed it so that Robbie lost a lot of weight and became weaker because of it, not to mention the fact that the wrestling coach as well as the football coach both dropped Robbie from the teams because of his weight loss not to mention that he was much weaker strength wise than before. He just could not perform, or even show the same confidence, or even the pride in himself as he had always done in the past.
There would no longer be a scholarship of any kind being offered to him at our high school. However... at least one of the scholarships would now be offered to Donnie, there was no doubt about that in anyone's mind.
As I stood there watching Donnie take in all the kind words coming from his bro, I had a wicked hard time feeling pity for my long time friend, as he laid there staring up at the dude that could so easily kick his fucking ass all over town. I'm sure that Robbie was thinking the same as me, is it all over now? Is the humiliation and all the abuse that went with it... all over now?
Donnie turned his attention back to Robbie, and as if he was reading our minds. He made a few things very clear. "hope you don't think it's over... no... not even close to being over, bitch. I love what I've turned you into... and I'm gonna enjoy using that pretty face of yours and especially that wicked warm tongue for as long as I want, fagot... now back to the part where you now love to worship my body"
Donnie turned completely around and slowly lowered himself down onto Robbie's face.
He wiggled that cute tight well muscled butt of his all over Donnie's lips and nose, pretending that he was trying to find a comfortable position.
"Oooh yeah... you can start worshipping my body right now you fuckin queer fag... get that fuckin queer tongue ready, bitch... I wanna feel it worshipping my tight butt... big time... yeeaah, you do a good job, and then I'll take care of that sore throat of your`s... you fuckin queer"
I'm not really sure why, but Rocco was leaving me alone. He... like me was totally into the wicked hot show that Donnie was putting on, just for us.
We watched and we listened as Donnie began grinding his hot butt into Robbie's face, lifting himself up at times, just to slam back down onto Robbie's face with all his weight, totally smothering Robbie for minutes at a time. "I'm warning you, bitch, if you wanna live and not be smothered to death by my ass... let me feel that tongue... yeah... make love to my ass you fuckin queer bitch"
Robbie was apparently having a hard time getting into this scene, I guessed that from his moans and from the way his legs were flying about, that he had finally reached his limit, reaching a point where he refused to cross.
However, Donnie remained persistent.
Lifting his wicked tight bubble butt up off Robbie's face, just to slam it back down and grind it mercilessly onto my buds nose and lips.
This went on and on for what seemed like forever.
I began to wonder, was Donnie just doing his best to humiliate Robbie, or did he truly want to feel my buds tongue in a place where Robbie would never in a million years dream of placing it?
It was maybe twenty minutes later when we began hearing gentle whispering moans escape from Donnie.
A huge smirk appeared on his face, another double biceps pose, as he glanced at his bro and nodded his head slightly.
He sat comfortably with his awesome looking tight butt planted solidly on my buds face.
It soon became crystal clear that Donnie not only loved the feeling of Robbie's warm tongue, but even more than that... he totally loved the position he had on his former friend.
Rocco was totally into watching his bro take complete and total control of Robbie. "Yeah you go bro... that's exactly what I meant when I said place him forever beneath you... that is soooo where he belongs... worshipping your cute little ass"
By the time we left Donnie's house the next morning, Robbie couldn't even begin to tell you his name, where he lived, or how old he was. He was nothing more than a cheap rag doll, a complete total mess.
Donnie had literally battered Robbie's mouth and throat, fucking Robbie's face four times mercilessly, once even putting Robbie out completely while fucking his mouth.
He pissed in my buds mouth twice and then when we felt that Donnie had to be completely dry by now, he turned Robbie over onto his belly and literally fucked Robbie senseless.
The topper was when Rocco asked Donnie if he too could fuck Robbie, of course Donnie agreed, but insisted that he sit on Robbie's face all the while Rocco fucked Robbie.
Rocco lifted Robbie's limp legs and raised them high so Donnie could hold them while mashing his butt into Robbie's face, grinding his entire weight down onto poor Robbie, Donnie sat comfortably while watching his equally strong bro fuck Robbie totally unconscious.
Rocco was kind enough to drive us to my house, so that Robbie's rents wouldn't see his condition. My mom had already left for work, but I left her a note anyway.
`hey mom, thanks for letting me stay at Robbie's friends house, thing is... we stayed up all night working on this project, so we probably will sleep all day, don't bother making us dinner, we will just grab a snack later tonight. Thanks Mom, luv ya, me'
It was the best I could come up with, Robbie looked worse than death warmed over, and no way could he be seen by our rents.
It wasn't even till very late the next day, Sunday, that he came back to life.
His eyes were looking a little better but his lips looked absolutely horrible, his body was limp and weak, and he could hardly speak, his throat way beyond just simply sore, and his lips still very puffy.
My mom went shopping with a friend, which I knew would be an all day thing. So I tendered to Robbie like any good nurse would take care of the sick.
By mid afternoon, he was doing a little bit better, still having a wicked hard time talking so that you could understand what he was trying to say, but we managed.
By evening after I had been teasing him all day about his voice, he attempted to get even with me by provoking me to wrestle with him.
Both of us still in our boxer briefs, never attempting to dress that entire day.
Robbie grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw me onto my bed.
He had me pinned the old familiar way by straddling my chest, my arms beneath his shins.
I think I shocked myself more so than him, by literally throwing him off me with such ease.
I was so amazed with my own strength and how quickly I had him pinned, surprising the hell out of both of us.
He claimed that he was still a little sore, and therefore it wasn't an even match. But I was left puzzled, because just ten minutes before that, he was walking around the bedroom just fine, even saying his strength was back to normal.
We both decided that we would skip school the next day, allowing him a little more time for his lips to return to normal, before facing his rents or the students at school.
He called his mom and told her he was fine, and that he and I were working on a school project that still wasn't ready, convincing her that one more day working on it was all that was needed.
She of course fell for it.
Meanwhile as I have mentioned before, my mom and I had this agreement that since my grades were excellent, I could take a day or two off during the year.
So Robbie and I laid in bed that night, watching the tube and playing video games.
Again he attempted to pin me down and again it was me that pinned him.
I mean I was hardly even giving it much effort, thinking it was the old Robbie, and of course he would eventually pin me.
Yet something was wrong, I not only pinned him with ease, but as hard as he tried he couldn't even throw me off him.
I sat high on his chest, and I felt myself getting hard while staring into his pitiful eyes. Soon before I even realized it, my tight briefs were tented big time, pointing outward right above Robbie's face.
He was of course pissed big time. "What the fuck you doing, asshole. Get the fuck off me, before I beat the fuck out of you"
The first few seconds I nearly panicked and obeyed him. But then something in my mind said fuck him, let's see if he can knock me off him.
I moved forward a little closer into his face, and gave him a smirk. "You know what man? I want to see you throw me off ya... come on fag... let's see what you have left... if anything"
My thighs squeezed the sides of his face, to give him reason to get even more pissed, so that he would give it all he had.
Well as it turned out, all he had wasn't enough.
Oh he tried, you can trust me on that. He tried over and over again, but I was able not to only hold my ground, but to humiliate him a little.
He finally gave up, but was even more pissed off at me now. "Ok faggot... obviously I'm still a little weak from the other night... so I give for now... but dude, hear me out... you just earned yourself a wicked fucking beating, you think things have changed between you and me? Well listen to this, doorknob lips... NOTHING has changed between you and me. Once I'm back to normal... which will probably be tomorrow or the next day... you and I are going to pick up where we left off a couple of months ago... only thing is... I won't be showing you any fucking mercy... I'll have you blowing me in the fucking locker room... in front of everyone... and I'll have you blowing everybody else as well. Now I'm totally serious... get the fuck off me"
I thought to myself `Doorknob lips' ??? Maybe I should drag him over to the mirror so he can see what REAL doorknob lips like.
I moved forward placing my hands above his head, and stretching out my legs behind me, as though I was about to do a few push-ups. I lowered my basket straight down onto his face and spoke very calmly. "so you say you give... hmmmm just what is it you gonna give me, you fucking pussy? You gonna give me back all the shit you've taken from me over the years...huh? You gonna give me whatever the fuck I want, huh?"
I began to hump his face slowly and gently, making him sniff the pouch of my day old boxer briefs.
I felt myself get wicked hard, my eyes closing slightly, my heart even began to pump a little faster as I felt his lips quivering against my cotton covered balls.
My body began to shake a little beyond my control as I buried his face beneath my full basket.
I wasnt sure how far I dared to go, but I just couldnt stop, the feeling of my dick growing as it rubbed against Robbie`s face was so overwhelming, I had to continue whatever the outcome.
I couldn't even end the humiliation I was subjecting him to, cause even that was turning me on. "So Blackburn... looks like the tables have turned a little... maybe there is something else you would prefer to give me? Something personal... something that would make me feel warm and fuzzy all over. Come on FAGGOT... BLOW ME... you fucking wimpy queer... SUCK MY cock... show me the fucking pro you've become at doing just that. Com-on... it's been a couple of days since you have had the taste of fresh cum... you must be going through withdrawals big time...eh? YEAH... use your fucking queer tongue and lick my basket all over... fucking FAGGOT"
It didn't happen immediately, it took like five minutes before I felt my tight basket getting wet.
Meanwhile Robbie grew wicked quiet, not letting out a peep.
Not that I minded, the more quiet he was, the more confident I became.
"you like sniffing the fucking crotch of my underwear, bitch? HUH? ... do ya? K fag... now lower my waist band with your fucking teeth, I want it down beneath my balls, then I want you to kiss my balls... the exact same way you kiss the head of Donnie`s big strong cock"
I felt Robbie's once strong hands grip the outside of my thighs, trying in vain to push them up from the side of his cheeks.
I could have shot my load right then and there, feeling him trying so damn hard to push me off him.
Little did he know, that by showing just how much weaker than me he had become, he was actually building my confidence along with my desire to punish him in ways that I never dreamed I could.
Suddenly, I got this wicked urge to fucking own him
I allowed him to continue trying to throw me off him, without me even moving a muscle.
I wanted him to SUBMIT to me completely, without me forcing him to.
I wanted him to understand clearly, and know without a doubt, that just like Donnie, Rocco, and Bryan, that NOW... I too was his boss.
He tried forcing me off him for nearly an hour, before I felt his hands slide off my thighs, and his body beneath me go totally limp.
I immediately pressed the outline of my balls and shaft harder against his face, and slowly humped, grinding my groin harder into my buds face. Letting him know, what I now knew, that he was now mine to play with as I like.
"Ooooh yeeaah... you are most definitely now a BITCH, Donnie did well. I have to promise you one thing... you will never go hungry for cum again... and it's highly doubtful that your crosskicking lips and sore throat will ever go back to being normal. Now... I told you to lift the waistband of my boxer briefs with your teeth and lower them, tucking them nice comfy like under my ball sac... then kiss my balls the way you kiss Donnie's cock head... so do it... NOW"
I lifted myself up off his face slightly, to allow him more room to work.
It took him a few minutes to complete his task, and when he was done I lowered my crotch back down onto his face. "Before you kiss my balls... I want you to sniff my pubes, bitch... oooh yeah... nice little bitch... get your nose buried into my pubes and sniff em for a while... oh fuck ya... take deep breaths just like that... breath my pubes right up into your fucking nose... just like the awesome little bitch that you`ve become"
I couldn't figure why Robbie was completely obeying me, and not saying a word about any of this. But I figured hey... it's been a long time since anyone has touched my cock with their tongue, so I decided to just go for it and enjoy this for as long as I can.
Within a moment or so... It was only seconds before I felt my pubes being sucked up into Robbie's nose, and then blown back out as he exhaled.
He's doing it, I thought, he's actually sniffing my pubes as I ordered him to. "you like the smell of my pubes, bitch? Yeah... I think you do like it... now kiss my balls, cocksucker... ooooh yeeaah... now lick em good... niiiice... now suck em... faggot... suck my balls into your warm mouth one at a time... and give em lots of tongue"
I wanted to sit up on his chest and make him blow me, but I didn't think I could handle looking into his eyes just yet, so I decided to fuck his mouth the way Donnie liked doing it. "k, faggot enough with my balls... take my cock into your mouth and blow me... and unless you want your face looking worse than it does already... you better do a damn good job sucking my dick"
Every word that came out of mouth surprised me even more, hearing such words leave my lips and directed towards Robbie of all people, not only increased my confidence, but also inflated my ego to an all time high.
I expected Robbie to put up some sort of struggle, but within seconds after giving him a direct order, I felt his lips part and his tongue glaze over the head of my cock.
I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my piss-slit, I threw my head back, closed my eyes, grabbed the back of his head and gave my hips a thrust.
With my eyes still closed, my body slightly trembling, I began doing push-ups in and out of Robbie's warm mouth.
I felt as though I was in heaven, that nothing for the rest of my life would or even could... feel as awesome as this.
Within moments, some thing took over my body and mind, maybe it was all the humiliation Robbie had put me through since we were ten, maybe it was all the beatings he so enjoyed giving me, whatever it was... it was evil.
I began thrusting harder and harder into Robbie's mouth and soon entered his throat with a mighty force. I wanted to hurt him, I wanted his throat to be way more sore than it currently was.
There was absolutely no way I could bring myself to stop, I had my entire six and a half inches buried to the hilt down Robbie Blackburns throat, and he was trying with all his might to throw me off him.
I was so into fucking his face as hard and mercilessly as I could, I didn't even hear his gagging and choking at first.
When I clearly heard it and then felt the spasm of his throat muscles on all sides of my shaft, I suddenly realized what all the fuss was about with mercilessly fucking a dudes throat.
No way could I pull out of his mouth now, feeling his nose once again pressing tightly against my pubes, knowing that it was my cock causing his total discomfort now, that it was my cock stuffing his throat to the max, knowing that within a moment or two, it would be my cum spewing down into his belly, only drove me wilder.
When I felt the climax coming on, I did everything in my power to prolong it, I so wanted the awesome feeling to last forever.
I thought about pulling out for a few seconds, but I couldn't even do that, instead I tightened my thighs on each side of his face, lifted his head up an inch or two, then with all the muscles within my body I slammed his head back down onto my mattress thrusting my dick as hard as I could and as deep as I could into his scull.
My orgasm was a thousand times better than my best orgasm to date.
I continued blasting his throat with my thick sperm over and over, I lost count of the volleys of cum I unloaded into Robbie's throat, but more than anything, I wanted him to taste it, so I pulled out till just the head of my cock remained in his mouth, and fortunately I still had a couple of spurts left.
I forced myself up off him till I was straddling his upper chest. I was surprised to see all the tears streaming from Robbie's eyes, not sure if he was actually crying or if the tears were from the fierce fucking his face had taking.
I gave him the most perfect smirk I could muster. "clean my dick, bitch, then start SUCKING it again... we are far from calling it a night, I have a lot more where that nice load came from... and you're not done till you have sucked it all out of me... even if it takes all night.
I know that now, I'm beginning to sound as much of a monster as Donnie, Rocco, and Robbie, but the way I figure, I may as well get my share of pleasure now, cause who knows what Bryan has in store for him.
I mean it doesn't take a brain surgeon to know that Bryan Turcot wants his share of Robbie.
I also know that Wednesdays are for soccer practice, the same day Robbie use to throw the ball in the gym, and though he hasn't done that in a while, I have a feeling I can talk him into starting it up again, even if I need to use a little muscle to persuade him.
I'm so totally sure he has no idea what day the soccer team has it's practice, and I have grown to enjoy watching other dudes play rough with him.
Wondering how far Bryan will take it inside a public school, with his coach just down the hall?
A huge thank you to all who have encouraged me to go on with this story.
I do have to inform you though, that the next chapter will be the final chapter.
I have immensely enjoyed reading the very many emails you all have written me, and I am WICKED sorry for those that I have not been able to keep up with.
I have really enjoyed working with the characters of this story, and like my other stories, I have continued it much further than I had originally intended.
Thank you all, so much