Boys Buds and Bullies

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then 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

"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" Pt. 2

After pleading with my mom for over half an hour, and a thousand and thirty three questions later, I got the ok to go. " ok Abe, I'll let you go under one condition...you have to check in with me at least once a day, and if I'm not in...leave a message. Deal?" "Jeeze, mom, glad I'm not asking to go away for TWO weeks. You seem to be forgetting I'm like seventeen now! I mean... it's not like I'm still a kid and don't know how to take care of my self. You really gotta give me some room to breathe, ya know? So I can prove to ya that I'm responsible and shit!... Oooops, sorry mom...that kinda slipped!" My mom just rolled her eyes and sighed. "I know, Abe, .....and believe me...this isn't easy for me, I'm trying to give you some growing room, that's why I said ok, BUT...don't disappoint me...and make me regret this decision, otherwise...well...I probably won't give in so easy the next time you want to get away on your own...we clear?" I squinted my eyes and gave her a teasing smirk. "That was giving in EASY? Robbie didn't even ask his rents, he just came out and told them what he was doing. Me? ...I have to beg, and be placed under oath!" "Tread softly Abe, you're not out the door yet! Besides, hon, next year, you'll be at college and have all the freedom you want." She had a point, so I hugged and thanked her, gave her a peck on the cheek, packed some light stuff, and ran out the door. As I was running for the door and yelling good bye, mom was yelling back. "Don't forget, dear, I want to hear from you at least once a day, every day!" Somehow I knew that was coming. "Got it, mom, see ya!"

Back at Robbie's with the good news, I ran past his mom with a huge smile spread across my face. "Hi Mrs. Blackburn...guess what? I can go!" Then ran to the staircase taking the steps two at a time. "That's great Abe, but slow down...you boys have another two hours before you leave." While opening the door to his room I prepared myself for the eminent attack. Robbie loves to hide behind stuff, then like out from no where, pounce on me like a wolf hiding in the forest for his next prey. Once inside his room and seeing it was empty, I called out "Ok dude, no use hiding...I'm prepared for ya!" With no response, I searched behind all the usual places he would hide, nothing.

I figured he must be down in his play-room in the basement. This is Robbie's private domain, seldom entered by his rents. A huge room running the full length of the house. Set up with everything and anything a dude could possibly need. It was a bachelors pad if ever there was one. And for a wicked spoiled seventeen year old, there was nothing he was missing, even had a few six inch wrestling mats placed on one side of the massive room.

Again taking the steps down to the basement two at a time, I called out to him. "Hey, you down here...I can go, of course I had to promise her the moon, but at least she gave in...cool... huh?" With no reply, I carefully checked behind the many crannies that he would normally hide behind. Working my way across the massive room, over towards his awesome work-out area and the mats. His work-out area included a Bowflex which he used faithfully every day, several work-out benches with free weights, for his buds to use when he was busy on his awesome Bowflex machine, and a huge mirror from floor to ceiling to admire his daily results. This area of the room he preferred to keep dimly lit, why I've never known. Checking behind every crevice took time, cause of course I never knew which one he would be hiding behind, and was roughly tackled more times than I can remember.

After a few minutes and not being jumped on, I headed back up-stairs, and into the den where his mom could usually be found. "Hey Mrs Blackburn, I can't locate Robbie, is he running an errand or something?" She looked puzzled. "Noooo...but wait, check outside, he maybe packing things into his car." Sure enough that's what he was busy doing. I paused just for a second to take in his awesome body, he was dressed in only a skimpy pair of silky soccer shorts and nothing else. His ripped and cut muscles were glistening with just a slight sheen of sweat that accented his dark tan and tight supple muscles. Man, how I have often wished I could work my body to resemble his, but no matter how hard I try, I just cant do it. I mean I'm no skinny weakling or anything, but no where even close to being as built or buffed as Robbie.

He was so busy he didn't even hear me approach. A perfect time I thought, for me to tackle him to the ground, but thought better, after considering the consequences. "Hey dude, I can go, pretty cool, huh?" As he turned to me, and grinned, we high fived. "Jeeezze dude, why you outta breath? It isn't like you live a mile away." "I'm outta breath... moron... cause I just spent like ten minutes...running up and down two sets of stairs... looking for ya!" After planting a solid right punch to my right arm, nearly knocking me over, he slowly shook his head and gave me a smirk. "See dude, that's what happens when you take a few days off from working out. I keep telling ya, you gotta work your bod every day, like I do...every fucking day, dude!" "Ya ya ya, I know...trust me, I know...How can I not know... you remind me like every time I give it a break for a day or two. I just get frustrated, cause no matter how hard I work at it, I can't even come close to building my bod to look like yours, ya know?" Robbie just shook his head once again and sighed. "Fuck looking like me, Abe, that isn't ever gonna happen, your smaller than me to begin with, plus my bones are bigger, how many times I have to tell you that, huh?" Robbie then quickly threw me into a tight headlock, bending my head down to his crotch, another favorite pastime of his. "and how many times I gotta tell ya, that everything about me is bigger? Look at that fuckin package, dude, you ever see a bigger pouch than that on any dude at school?...have ya...huh?"

He would often hold my head down there for minutes at a time, forcing me to admire the huge rounded basket, and no matter what he wore or how baggy... the damn thing was always protruding the material, even when totally soft. Like I said he would usually hold my head there locked in his tight grip for long moments, but with a call from his mom, he let me go, after only a few seconds. "Hey you two, I'm making some sandwiches for you to bring along for the trip, but you may want to fill up the cooler with some beverages, ok" Robbie released his tight grip, and smiled. "Saved by the bell, dude! I was gonna make you kiss the crotch this time." I gave a slight chuckle, and looked at him like he was retarded. "Ya right, dude, like that's ever gonna happen...what else do we need to pack in here?" "Just your stuff, hey by the way...don't forget to bring a bathing suit, we'll be spending tons of time in the water."

I slapped my self in the head. "Duh! That's exactly what I forgot to pack, glad you reminded me, I'll just run back to the house and grab it...be back in a flash."

Once back at his house, I dashed inside, not even thinking for a second that he would be hiding behind the door. Just as I closed the door behind me and headed for the stairs, he tackled me, and we both grappled around the den for a few moments till his mom broke us up. "Hey boys.....how about saving that for the beach....God knows you won't break anything there!" Robbie's dad pitched in. "Well except for a few bones, maybe!" Then Robbie threw his arms around me in a tight headlock, again forcing my head down towards the protruding silk covered pouch. "Well no need to worry about me, dad... if any bones are broken, it'll be Abe's, not mine, I can assure you of that!" He received a cuff on the back of the head from his mom, releasing his hold on me. "How many times do I have to tell you, Robbie... Abe isn't built like you, so don't be so rough with him, I mean it!" As we bounded for the stairs, I heard Robbie's mom whisper to his dad. "I swear Abe is a glutton for punishment, I've caught Robbie pounding on him countless times, and the poor kid keeps coming back!" "Well dear, consider yourself lucky our son doesn't have any brothers, because that is exactly what boys do, they release all their built up tension and aggression on their brothers and friends, so our son is just a normal boy. By the way...don't worry...he'll never hurt Abe...least not intentionally!" Then just as we reached the top step, I over heard his mom say something that kinda stayed with me. "I wish I could believe that!...obviously you haven't witnessed the abuse Robbie puts that poor kid through! It has to be downright humiliating for poor Abe...not to mention painful...I've had to rap on the window facing the backyard many times for Robbie to get off him!"

Once inside Robbie's room the horsing around continued for a few moments, it ended with me on Robbie's bed flat on my back, and Robbie straddling my chest, and slapping me gently, till I cried out, I give' like a billion other times, and like a billion other times, Robbie would always say, Give what...whaddaya gonna give me this time?' and I'd always have to offer something before he would let me up. While growing up, it was always something small and meaningless, like a certain baseball card, or a toy of some nature...nothing that ever held my interest. As we got older and reached our teens, what I have to give has become more of a chore, even down right humiliating at times. Stuff like, carrying his back-pack to school, doing his chores around the house, cleaning his bedroom while he lays spread eagle on his bed, head propped up on the pillows, watching me, making sure I do a damn good job. Sometimes sitting up, with his back against the head board, in his usual attire, tight briefs, and white ankle length socks, like a king on his throne. He'd just sit there with his legs spread wide showing off his well muscled legs and huge basket... and throw orders, like, `hey dude... don't forget the dust mites under my bed!' Other times ....I've had to kiss his feet countless times while we'd be watching some awesome movie or whatever on tv, I'd have to kneel in front of him at the sofa and kiss his socks and feet, missing half the movie... and him not giving a shit. Many times lately... he'd make me suck on his stocking feet...wanna talk about freaking humiliation? Yet, it was either that ...or something much worse. Like I keep saying, he just doesn't accept the word NO...least not very well. But, the latest humiliating thing I've had to do is sniff his pits for long periods of time. One time I had to give a LONG kiss to each cheek of his butt, while he was wearing a pair of his tight briefs. I was so humiliated and angry, that he laughed hysterically for nearly a half hour. The horsing around while inside his bedroom, or down on the mats in the basement, always ended the same way, with him sitting on top of me, pinning me tightly. And it's always with the same outcome, him straddling me, sitting high on my chest. His strong thighs spread wide, always showing off his plump package. But, the thing is...that lately, not only have I noticed his upper torso has developed beyond belief, his legs, especially his thighs are way thicker with loads more muscle tone, and one more thing, his basket is like freaking enormous all of a sudden... seriously, it seems to have doubled in size in just the past several months. His frigging balls are now like huge, with large oval eggs straining against the fabric, not to mention a semi hard tool always resting sideways or straight up-wards. The thickness of his cock as well as the huge head and it's ridge ...always clearly well defined, as it presses against and often stretches the thin cotton material of his tight briefs... causing the outline of it to resemble a molding of the PERFECT looking cock. Just for the record, though I may have been awe struck at first...given the massive growth, it's not like I spend all my time while being pinned by him...staring at his equipment...but the way he just sits there looking down at me with his thighs spread wide, I don't really have much of an option but to look up at it...and wonder how the hell the girls feel or ...even survive to tell about it, after being plowed by that thick monster.

This time, we were both semi-dressed. I was shirtless and wearing a pair of light blue basketball shorts, you know the type, the kind that go down to your knees, and is all shiny and silky or nylonish or whatever, and Robbie for once was not in his tight briefs, but something just as skimpy and snug, the same pair of soccer shorts that he was wearing outside earlier. They were cut short, and had a slit up the side, which began just above his thigh. The skimpy soccer shorts were all shiny and bright green...showing off his well muscled legs and basket as usual. Only difference now was that he had put on a pair of his white ankle length socks... yet still shirtless. As usual while on top of me like this, he was grinning down at me... waiting for me to submit. And as usual, he began grinding his hard butt into my chest. However! This time he started sliding his butt back and forth from my chest up to my neck...bringing his full package closer to my face... then sliding his butt backwards again. The whole scene... if witnessed by a third person would have appeared incredibly erotic I'm sure, and to be honest, even the feel of his hard well muscled bubble butt slowly easing it's way back and forth over my chest and neck, sent butterflies to my throat. He continued this erotic movement back and forth...grinding his sexy butt and thick thighs from my upper chest till he was sitting on my neck, pressing his thighs against my cheeks...and his nuts to my chin. Forcing me to submit a lot sooner than I normally would. Meanwhile our eyes were glued to one another, as he developed this evil grin. Finally my instincts told me enough was enough. "Ok Robbie, I give, let me up, dude." There would usually be a smile on his face at this point, but this time there was a look of disappointment, like he wasn't ready for me to give up quite yet. "So soon, dude, you're becoming a fucking whimp...aintcha? So what's it gonna be, dude? ...What are you giving me this time?" I sensed something different in the tone of his voice, and the look on his face became more sinister. "Dude, what's left to give you...seriously? Anyways, isn't this game getting a little tired...I mean we're not kids any more...ya know?" Suddenly without any warning came a stinging slap to my left cheek, hard enough to leave a hand print I'm sure. "I asked you...what you gonna give me to let you up?" Needless to say, I was pissed off big time, and the side of my face felt as though it was on fire. "Whatever you want, dude! Just get the fuck off me, ok?" The evil look on his face turned into a huge smile, showing off his perfectly even white teeth. "Seriously? ...Whatever I want?...Cool! I want my first blow job to be from YOU...my best friend...I mean who else would do ANYTHING for me? ...No one but you, Abe!...I mean, Let's face it dude, I'm not only your best friend, but I'm also your idol, your hero, the only dude you spend all your time looking up to, in more ways than one...if you get my drift!... So what do ya say?... You gonna do your best bud this awesome favor... or what?"

I would have laughed out loud if I wasn't one hundred percent sure that he was dead serious. "Dude? You're scaring me here...you seriously want me to fucking blow you? Are you on drugs, Robbie? Get the fuck off me...I'M OUTTA HERE ...FUCK YOU...AND FUCK THE FISHING TRIP, OK?" An angry snarl, a loud hissing noise, and another power slap to my left cheek once again, this one would definitely leave a mark. It also had me silently crying, with a few tears running down my cheeks, more so from the force behind the slap than the painful sting it left behind. "Trust me asshole, you ARE going to the camp with me, we've planned on this for too many years, and now we have the opportunity to not only go... but to have it all to our selves, so we are BOTH going, whether you still want to or not...or I'll fucking stay home and beat on you every damn day for the entire week, even if I have to break into your fucking house to do so...YOU GOT THAT, fuckhead?"

Suddenly I was petrified of my own best friend. Totally helpless to defend myself, laying there pinned beneath a hundred and sixty four pounds of solid muscle. And on top of me sat the captain of our wrestling team...probably the toughest jock at our school, not to mention my best friend. "OK, I'll go, but I'm not going to blow you, dude! So you'd better find something else for me to give!" The angry look turned into a tight grin immediately. "Well...to be honest....I didn't think you were quite ready to give me a blow-job just yet...but you will one day down the road, I just know it! ...For now, you can just give me a hand-job...how's that?" My heart sank, saying NO to him once...and I was lucky to still be alive, saying NO to him twice in a row? ...I'd be pushing my luck...big time! I knew I had to try and smooth talk him out of it... as best I could, especially after the last hand job I gave him. "Come-on, Robbie ... I told you the last time, THAT was IT... meaning no more...you know I'm not into that shit any more...like I keep tellin ya, we're not thirteen year old kids any more, we gotta get past that shit, and we have to start now! ...YA KNOW?" Robbie, just grinned, lifted his butt up off my chest, leading me to believe I some how got through to him. Yet all he did was tuck the front waist band of his thin soccer shorts under his huge balls, and allowed his tight bubble butt to fall heavily back to my chest once again...this time knocking the wind from my lungs with the solid plop to my chest and the heavy weight of his muscles. With his grin growing wider he wrapped his left hand around his thick tool, and pointed it towards my face...with that thick knob and it's one eye glaring at me. "I don't think you have much of a choice, dude! The way I look at it, you either please Robbie Junior here and make him happy...or I stay sitting on you till we leave, with him just flopping around on top of your face...by the way...we won't be leaving for about another hour and a half. That will get us there before the sun falls. So you decide...ok? Besides...look at him...he so wants uncle Abe to play with him again...he misses you playing with him, never mind MY feelings...but how can you DENY your only nephew here, huh? Look at him closely, he's even shedding a fucking tear! Come-on dude, look at him closer...isn't he getting big? Isn't he beautiful...so rugged and strong, and warm...and cuddly...not to mention HARD!" I gave up...it was no use trying to talk sense into Robbie once he had his mind made up as to what he wanted. Plus, it wasn't like this would be the first time I had to wrap my fist around his cock. Taking that into consideration, as well as the fact that my only other option was to lay here beneath him for another hour and a half with Robbie Junior resting on top of my face... I gave in. "Ok, Robbie, you win.....but you gotta promise me something, ok? ...You gotta promise me that you'll never hit me again...as hard as you just did...deal?" His famous evil, sadistic grin was back. "Nah, can't promise you that, best friend... or not! Cause the truth is...as you well know...I get OFF on beating up other dudes...particularly ones that cry...LIKE YOU! Besides, I have a feeling I'm gonna have to slap you around quite a bit...just to catch up on all these times lately ...that you've uttered that damn word NO' to me!" Somehow, I knew that giving into him this one time would not be the last, and ya...I could have fought it...could have even refused to jack him off...but I knew Robbie better than anyone else knew him, including his rents, and I knew he'd keep his word and beat the shit out of me every day for the entire week, just as he had threatened...and there would be no hiding from him either. I wrapped my right hand around Robbie Junior, and started pumping it, as it pointed straight out over my face. After only a few seconds, Robbie pulled my hand away from his cock, and brought my hand up to his mouth. "You need some spit, dude. Also, I want you to keep your eyes locked onto mine, so I can watch the enjoyment you get from jerking me off, ok?" He bowed his head and held my hand beneath his mouth, drooling gob after gob of his fresh spit onto my palm...glaring into my eyes the whole time. After a moment or two, and still glaring into my eyes... he lowered my hand and wrapped my spit covered palm around his thick cock once again. As my hand slid smoothly from the base of his love muscle to the thick ridge and over the mushroom shaped head, I felt Robbie Junior grow even more longer, even more thicker. I kept my eyes glued to his, as he had instructed me to do, even when his would close for seconds at a time as he softly moaned. "Aaaahhh fuck, this feels so fucking awesome, dude...ooooohhhhh shit, man....you gotta do this more often....ya just gotta!" Ya right!' I thought to myself No way dude!' After several minutes or so, Robbie pulled my hand back up to his mouth, adding gobs more of spit...then again placed it around his hard as steel dick. It took a few seconds to get back into a steady rapid flow...then I squeezed harder and quickened the pace, as if I were stroking my own. It wasn't long after that, I felt his cock begin to burn my palm, as it slowly started throbbing, it was then I stole my eyes from Robbie's and quickly glanced at the hard cock in my hand and noticed for the first time the bulging veins within it. His cock suddenly looked even more intimidating than before, if that's at all possible. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, I had never seen a more powerful, more meaner looking cock. When I allowed my eyes to return back to Robbie's, he was smiling down at me, as if to say... Caught ya' It was then that I felt my own cock twitch several times. Then Robbie closed his eyes once again and threw his head back, threw his hands over his mouth to somewhat stifle the loud moan...while his whole body kinda jerked and trembled. The first few strings that came gushing out... flew over my head, after that, I wasn't so lucky, as gob after gob of warm cum came raining down onto my face. I was forced to close my eyes as the heavy drops of cream nearly completely covered my entire face. Even I, at this point was breathing harder than Robbie. Then he collapsed on top of my face, and I was so worked up, I didn't even try to push him off. The strong aroma of fresh cum filled my nostrils and then my lungs. Suddenly I realized that my mouth was open, and I felt Robbie's thick knob resting between my lips, oozing drops of his warm sperm onto my tongue. I fucking panicked, unable to close my mouth, without taking the head of his dick inside it. I began struggling to throw him off me, but Robbie's muscles tensed and his whole body became hard as a rock. I felt a bit of his cum slide down my throat, then I felt myself struggling just to breath ...as my nose was buried into the thick curly hairs of his pubes...for how long I had no clue. I tried with all my power to throw him off me, but when I placed my hands against his hard well muscled thighs, I felt another twitch in the base of my cock. Before I could question myself as to what the fuck that meant, Robbie pulled himself up and off me, rolling onto his back beside me...still moaning softly. I quickly jumped off his bed and ran to his private bath off from his bedroom. Kneeling in front of his toilet trying without any luck to cough up the warm thick cum I had swallowed. Then I felt a pair of strong legs pushing against my side. "Unless you wanna hold this for me, or have your hair washed with my piss, I'd move away from there real quick." I moved sideways and slumped against the tiled wall, with my right hand clutching my throat, feeling as though I had just swallowed some poison. "You fucking creamed in my mouth, dude! That's so fucking disgusting...I'm probably gonna be sick now!" Robbie just gave me a smirk. "I bet you'll survive just fine, and keep the fucking voice down, my rents might hear you...besides, it's not like I did it on purpose, wasn't my fucking fault you had your mouth agape. Must have secretly WANTED a little taste... if you ask me.!" With that said, I became enraged. "Fuck you Robbie...FUCK YOU!" Suddenly Robbie was standing over me, and I felt a warm spray of liquid splash my face and into my mouth, I guess it was the shock that kept me from closing my mouth immediately. "There you go, you fucking cry baby...I just washed it down your fucking throat, now you have a part of me inside of you...I told you to keep your voice down, didn't I? ... Didn't I? ...Now clean up that fucking piss on the floor, then get the fuck in the shower...less you wanna wear my cum and piss on your face the whole way to New Hampshire! ...and by the way...you'd better take care of little Abe, dude, looks like he's about to explode all on his own!"

Robbie walked out of the bathroom, leaving me there... still sitting, with my back against the cold tiles of the wall, with Robbie's piss dripping down from my hair and face onto the floor. I grabbed some tissue, and wiped the floor, then climbed into the shower. The hot steamy water felt so good, but the bitter taste of piss and the strong odor of cum lingered. I had no fucking idea why I had a hard-on, but figured THAT to be the least of my worries for the moment. First I needed to find a way OUT of going on this week long trip with my supposedly best friend. My mind was doing cart wheels trying hard to come up with some lame excuse, to satisfy him...so he wouldn't keep his word about beating me up every day.

I finished the shower, and wiped myself dry, then with the towel wrapped around my waist, I walked back into Robbie's bedroom. He was sprawled out on his bed, with his legs spread wide, wearing the same soccer shorts, busy playing his Game-Boy 2. I couldn't understand for the life of me, how we could both be seventeen years old, and our bodies be so totally different. I got cheated, I decided... it was as simple as that.

Standing there looking over at our schools wrestling captain, taking in his well muscled body, and incredibly handsome boyish face, I had to admit one thing, for a seventeen year old, he was definitely all man...both physically and mentally. He tore his eyes from the game and smiled at me with the warmest best buddy smile, as though nothing had just happened. "You feel better now, dude? ...I'm sorry Abe, for pissing on ya, I was just so fucking worked up, ya know? I mean I just had the best and wildest orgasm EVER, and you had to go bring me down from the best high I've ever had... by accusing me of deliberately squirting some of my cum in your mouth...it truly wasn't done intentionally, Abe! I was just so wiped out from that awesome orgasm... I wasn't even aware that I was on top of your face like that, till I came back around. It's the truth, bud. Now why don't you get dressed, while I shower, then we'll grab some food and get on the road, before my mom changes her mind about us driving up there alone, ok?"

I was so fucking confused, not sure whether to believe him or not, one thing was true though, that certainly had to be the wildest orgasm he ever had...bar none. So maybe he was being up front with me, maybe it wasn't his fault. Besides... he was also right about another thing, if I didn't have my mouth agape, his cum would not have seeped in...and having my mouth opened like I did, certainly wasn't his fault, now was it. However, the fact still remained that he pissed on me and worse... into my mouth, and that as far as I was concerned... was inexcusable. Not wanting to face him, I bowed my head and bitched him out. "But why did you piss on me, dude? Fuck, man, you even pissed in my mouth, not sure I can ever forgive ya for doing that...that was so disgusting, Robbie, I can still taste it for fucksake!" I could have sworn I heard a slight giggle coming from him, but when I looked up quickly, he had his eyes on the game, not even looking over at me. "Hey Abe, chill ok? I said I was sorry, didn't I? I was just so pissed off at ya, well, you know...come-on...it was better than punching you out... right?"

The long drive to New Hampshire, was somewhat enjoyable, as we talked about all the fun times we've had threw grade school. Middle school, and now our last year of high school. No mention of the hand job I had just given him ever came up, which I was very grateful for.

Once at the camp, Robbie showed me around, while his grandparents prepared us some burgers on the grill. The camp was less than a five minute walk to their own private beach and boat dock. I was a tad impressed, but became even more impressed to find out they owned their own private island just half a mile out from their camp. Which we could walk to when the tide was out. I had always known that Robbie's family has tons of money... but their own fucking island? I mean it wasn't huge, but certainly big enough to put several good size homes on it fairly comfortably. As it was, I could see a small camp type building, standing out like a quarter in a large puddle of water. As Robbie and I looked across to the island, I stood there shaking my head. "No way, man! Wow, your own island...is that camp like all set up with electricity, and running water and stuff?" "Nah...we have to drink from the ocean, and at night...it's candles only, and we rely on body heat to keep warm!" I turned my head back to Robbie, and was about to ask... `you serious, dude?' When he punched hard into my right arm. "Of course we have running water, and electricity, and STUFF...what a stupid fucking question!"

Robbie continued informing me about the island. "When the tide is out, we can walk across to it, the water at that point is never more than a few inches deep, but for a few hours each day... it's dry mud. It's exactly fifteen acres....and except for the camp, it's all trees and hills and shit." Robbie looked at me as if some huge lightbulb just went off in his head. "Say? Wanna spend the next two nights over there, till the grandparents are gone, then come back and spend the rest of the week here?... Fuck! ...Why didn't I think of this sooner?" I wasn't at all sure if this was a good idea. "But, but, but." I stuttered, not even sure why it wasn't an excellent idea. Robbie, just looked at me like I was a mental case. "Spit it out, Clarence, what's with the fucking studdering? It's an awesome idea...and it's on. We'll just tell my grandparents that's what we're doing, and cart our stuff over as soon as the tide goes out." I know it sounds stupid, but there was just something about being the only two people on an island, STRANDED! I looked Robbie in the eyes, and was finally able to speak my concerns. "I mean what if something bad happens, how...what...ahh shit...how do we get help?" Again Robbie looked at me like I was nothing more than a big ZERO. "duh! I don't know...maybe we dial 911 on the cell phone???? OR better yet, maybe we call my grandparents??? Jeeeez dude, like anything bad could fucking happen... to begin with it's a fucking island...not like were gonna get jumped for trespassing on some bad ass gangs turff...ya know?" Then... as if I didn't already feel just a shy bit stupid, he had to go and poke my forehead with his knuckles. "Knock, knock, is there ever anybody home up there??? Seriously, dude, you fucking scare me at times!" Ok, so now I feel like a total idiot, but who knows...I mean shit happens, right?

We headed back to the camp, and Robbie filled his grandparents in on his plan. Of course they were a bit disappointed, expecting to spend a little time with their only grandson, then hearing he'd rather spend time on an island than socializing with them...I can't even imagine how they must have felt. But as I have said a few times already...That's Robbie for ya, the selfish side of him. Our biggest problem wasn't with the grandparents but rather trying to determine if we should wait and walk across or leave before low tide and take their speed boat across. By the time we decided to take the boat, the tide was already out and we ended up walking across anyway. We unpacked our stuff that we would need for the entire week and then re-packed what we would need for the next two days. We each ended up with a huge backpack over our shoulders... trudging barefoot through wet mud the half a mile or so.

The cabin was a lot more modern than I had imagined it would be. But one look around the inside told me we had a lot of work ahead of us. Every piece of furniture was covered with dusty sheets. We busied ourselves getting the place in shape, then Robbie insisted we take a dip in the ocean. I heard the words, then watched as a blur rushed past me and out the screen door. As it happens, on the opposite side of the camp, the island had a very long dock, and halfway across the dock the wet mud met the calm waters within the cove. At the end of the dock, the water was at least several feet deep. "Hey, last one in the water sucks cock!" I quickly followed suit, but before I was even a third of the way along the dock, I caught sight of Robbie dropping his kaki shorts and dive off... in just his tighty whities. "Not fair, asswipe!" I yelled out to him as I shucked my basketball shorts and dove in to the ice cold ocean water, with only my boxer briefs shielding my privates from the frigid temperature of the water. Robbie was splashing around and laughing like a mad man at the shock on my face. "It's only this cold for a couple of minutes then it feels warmer once your body adjusts to it" He yelled while still in a fit of laughter at my expense. After horsing around and being pulled under several times I decided my body had suffered enough for one day, and headed back to the boat dock . Back inside the cabin, I stood shivering begging Robbie to get me a warm towel. Meanwhile, he stood there in his drenched, skin tight ck briefs, with his thick shaft and huge cockhead literally transparent against the soaking wet white cotton. I had no idea why the wet outline of his dick caught my eye, it just looked incredible, for some reason as it's entire semi hard shape formed against the fabric. When I finally was able to pull my eyes away from it, I could feel my face turn a bright shade of red, as my eyes moved upward to his rock hard abs and his well muscled chest and pecs, and continued upward to the sinister smirk plastered on his face...as our eyes met. I tried hiding my embarrassment from being caught, by turning my head and commenting on how cold the water was. "Damn it dude, that was so wicked cold, you could have warned me, ya know? So where bouts are the towels, I need to dry off and get warm."

I turned around and headed for what looked like it might be the bathroom, figuring that is where I'd locate the towels. I hadn't gotten two feet towards the door, when I went crashing to the carpet with Robbie on my back. I swear the dude was as fast as a cheetah, when he wanted to pounce on someone at a distance. We rolled around on the carpet, until Robbie had me where he wanted me. I lay on my back, no longer cold from the short work-out. Looking up at the powerful body pinning me down, as he inched his way up my chest, till his tight wet bubble butt was sitting comfortably on my upper chest, and his wet package was resting on my chin. He spread his thighs wide apart, showing off his ample basket, which I swear grew thicker while we were rolling around. I began shivering again, but this time...for a totally different reason. The cold stare and evil grin on his handsome face, told me he was up to no good. When he spoke, it was a low whisper. "You let me know when you're ready to give, ok?" I knew instantly by the look in his eyes and that barely audible tone of his voice, that he wasn't about to settle for a lousy toy truck, or worthless baseball card. "Come-on Robbie, I thought we came here to have a good time and fish? I mean...we can wrestle at home...so let's not waste our time doing it here, k? ...Let me up so we can get dressed, then you can take me on a tour of the island... bet we find something more fun to do, than wrestling, eh?" "What are you talkin about, dude? ...we're havin fun...aren't we? Now what are you gonna give me?" I felt myself getting a little angry, as I grit my teeth together and snarled. "Come -on, Robbie...what the fuck have I got with me here to give you...huh? I've got nothing here to give you...so can you please let me up, dude?" I watched as Robbie shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. "You know the rules...I can't let you up, no matter how much you beg...not till you give me something." "Fuck you Robbie! ...I told ya, I've got nothing here to give you...and you know damn well I don't." Robbie kept a straight face as he placed his fore finger on my lips and began moving it in circles. "Sure you do...you've got these cute lips, that would feel nice and warm wrapped around my dick... what do ya say...you ready to give your best bud the blow-job he's been waitin for?"

I suddenly had a hundred different emotions racing through my body and my mind, all at the same time. My heart sank, I suddenly felt warm, and fuzzy, and confused. I began getting little goosebumps, as my stomach did flip flops, I felt anger, helpless, weak, ashamed for looking at his crotch a few moments ago, knowing damn well that is what this was all about, and finally I found my voice. "Dude? When you gonna get it through your head...I'm not gay, and I'm never gonna blow you...accept it, ok?" Robbie just grinned, and inched himself even closer to my face, till the wet cotton pouch holding his huge ball-sac was resting on my lips. "GAY? ...Dude?... You meant to say ...I'm not a FAG'...right? ...Cause I gotta tell ya Abe...only fags use the term GAY'... straight jocks...like me and my other buds? ...we use the term FAG when we refer to queers and homo's! But... I'm sure you meant to use the proper term, and the word `GAY' just kinda slipped...RIGHT?" I couldn't answer him, cause if I opened my mouth, a portion of his sac would most definitely slip in, and even though it was tightly wrapped in wet cloth, and not the actual flesh...I still wouldn't be able to face Robbie afterwards...I'd be way too embarrassed.

He continued to humiliate me, by grinding his wet pouch into my lips, and asking degrading questions. "You never did tell me, Abe...did you like the taste of my knob, when it was between your lips, this afternoon? ...Hey...what about the taste of my cum as it slid slowly down your throat and into your belly, how'd that taste, buddy? Wait...maybe I should rephrase the question...and ask which tasted better, my thick knob, my creamy cum, or my hot PISS?" I felt the need to fucking cry...hearing my best friend talk to me this way, but I fought the tears, cause I knew that's what he wanted to see.

I guess he finally realized that I wasn't going to answer any of his questions as long as his balls were resting on my lips. He slid back just a little, giving me an opportunity to speak. "Go ahead, let's hear what my BEST bud has to say...but I gotta warn ya, I'm not letting you up...till you agree to give me something special." "I'm not blowing you, Robbie...not ever, no way, no how...but if it will make you happy, I'll jack you off again...deal?" A wide grin spread across his young handsome face. "I'll settle for that...this time...but I must say...although you playing with my dick feels fucking awesome....it is getting a little old...I'm gonna be wantin more than a hand on my cock... long before we go back home...just to give you a heads up...so to speak." he laughed at his pun, then surprised me by moving his wet sac back to my lips again. "Tell ya what, dude, humor me, by kissing my crotch...k? I mean, you ARE gettin off way easy this time...so by kissing the wet outline of my balls...it'll make up for it...if only just a little, ok?" I knew this was getting way out of hand...but I figured...What the fuck, he wasn't going to get off me without me giving in to something big, and besides, it wasn't like I was actually kissing his balls...I mean they were covered...so that wasn't nearly as bad as kissing the actual flesh of his nut-sac. I puckered my lips, then pressed them hard against the outline of his balls, and with the wet fabric of his tight briefs...it actually was like kissing the flesh of his nut-sac. Robbie let out a soft moan. "Aaaaawww, man, that felt nice...one more time, ok...but hold the kiss a little bit longer this time...so I can watch you do it." I hesitated...not knowing how many times I'd have to humiliate myself before he'd let me up. He stared down into my eyes, and must have read my mind. "Just one more time, dude...but longer ...and how about a little tongue...then I'll let you up... so you can jerk me off." Tongue? He actually wanted me to press my tongue into his wet crotch? No way! It was bad enough I had to kiss it. Then I felt him grab a fistful of my hair and lift my head up off the carpet, bringing my face hard into the pouch of his nut-sac. "You heard me...kiss it ...using your tongue...or I'll hold your face right there all fucking night." I knew the consequences of pissing Robbie off, and this wasn't a good place or time to be doing that...so I puckered my lips and kissed the wet bulge, allowing the tip of my tongue to press into the wet cotton pouch. Of course that wasn't nearly good enough to please my best friend. As he growled. "Again!" I kissed again and felt the goosebumps spread all over my body, like before. Would Robbie be happy this time and call an end to this humiliation I was being put through? No way! While staring deep into my eyes, he growled. "Again!" After kissing the full pouch of his wet undies over and over again, Robbie moved on to the next level. "Good boy, Abe...we're on a roll here, I just know it...now LICK IT...lick the whole front of my briefs... that'll be enough for one day, unless you wanna continue that is!" Not sure why, maybe I just knew it wasn't going to do any good to continue fighting it...or worse...maybe something inside me, wanted to experiment just a tiny bit. Besides, I was waaaay to weak now to give any type of protest, so I gave in and stuck out my tongue...pressing it into his soft wet pouch, then allowed my tongue to ride over the area several times, just to make him happy again. "ooooooh yeah.....oooooh fuck ...that's what I'm talkin about, dude. Give my dirty underwear crotch a nice little washing...yeeeeaaaahhhh that fuckin feels awesome...may as well get a good whiff of my balls while you're making love to em, eh? Inhale that sweet funky odor...yeeeaaah...aaaawwwww man, good job! ...You gettin off from the smell?"

It wasn't that Robbie's nuts smelled dirty, it was just the typical manly aroma built up in the crotch of his briefs, an odor I wasn't accustomed to breathing in. The pouch of his wet underwear pressed solidly against my nose, lips, and now my tongue, was intoxicating, and I felt my head get weezy as I breathed in the smell of jock sweat, and even a faint odor of piss. I felt dizzy all over again, it wasn't just the odor, it was also the closeness of his nut-sac, and thick shaft, so transparent through the wet white cotton. "Go ahead Abe, lick the crotch of my underwear...come-on...give that whole area lot's of tongue...including my cock! ...Then I promise to let you up, K?" I continued swabbing the huge pouch of his wet briefs with my tongue, only problem was...I couldn't seem to stop, the more of the outline of his balls and shaft that my tongue came into contact with, the more I wanted to explore and taste. Suddenly, without any warning and probably sensing that I was getting a little turned on by this gross act, Robbie lifted himself up off me, stood up and shucked his wet briefs, dropping them near my head, then once again he took his place sitting on my chest. "Kiss my cock-head, dude, then stick the tip of your tongue inside my piss-slit!" I was brought back to reality by the shock and was just about to protest quite loudly, when I felt that awesome looking knob of his cock press hard into my lips. Then I heard the soft whispering, and could hardly hear the words. "Go ahead Abe, kiss it! ... kiss it! ...kiss it!" It was like it was no longer me being pinned beneath this well muscled jock, but someone else. It was my body of course, but it wasn't me that kissed the thick knob of Robbie's awesome looking dick, over and over again, even kissed it several times after he stopped insisting I kiss it. The soft whispering continued. "Now look at what you've gone and done, bud... It's fucking drooling, now you gotta clean it... go ahead, lick it! ... come-on Abe, put it between your warm lips... and clean up the mess you made...do it for your best friend! I wasn't even aware I had opened my mouth, wasn't even consciously lapping away at his knob. My mind was on a different planet...far away. It wasn't until I began gagging and fighting to breathe, that I realized I was choking on Robbie's cock. "Oooooh shit, man...oooooh fuck...this is soooooo fucking awesome...you're blowing me, Abe, ...you're fucking blowing me...aaaaaahhhhh, fuck, dude, watch the teeth, huh?... More tongue, dude, more tongue, let me just slide my fucking dick over the length of your tongue a few more times, k?" It was far more than just a few more times, and every time his thick knob came into contact with my tonsils, I began gagging all over again. It suddenly dawned on me, just what the fuck it was... that I was doing... but I wasn't sure what to do... to stop it. If I put up too much of a struggle, Robbie would surely lose his temper, after all...this was the blow-job he'd been waiting for...for so long. My mind began playing games with me, the good and the evil were at war inside my head. Of course I wanted to stop, but that was only half the battle, while the other side, kept after me to let my best friend have his way. After all, It was waaay too late now, to be protesting, right?

Robbie seemed totally satisfied with the blow-job for maybe the first fifteen to twenty minutes, but then came his desire to have me deep throat him, and that's where his greediness took over...and the problems began. after sliding his cock along the length of my warm tongue for what seemed like forever, he began his fight to enter my throat. Each time his thick knob poked at my tonsils, the gagging increased and then the choking sensations took over, forcing me to panic. Naturally my instincts to fight the invasion took over. I placed my hands over his, trying to unwrap them from the back of my head, but soon realized my strength was no match against his. My eyes were bugged out and filling with tears, mostly from the constant gagging and choking, my nose was even running a little by now, and I couldn't control my emotions. I began punching his thick thighs, more so with hope that he would stop the attack on my throat than to hurt him...but I should have known before even starting...that his thighs were like made of fucking steel, and my fists just bounced off them like a rubber ball bounces off a hard surface. Of course, my fighting him at this point, only produced one result... it began pissing Robbie off. "What the fuck you doing? You wanted it, and you took it on your own...now you want me to stop right in the fucking middle of it? ...I don't fuckin think so...now open your fucking throat and let me in! Cause trust me...it's gonna happen one way or another!" I trusted his word ok, I knew he wouldn't be happy...not till he had his huge dick buried to the balls within my mouth and throat. At this point he was pulling his entire dick almost completely out of my mouth, yet keeping his knob inside each time. His pace quickened, thrusting faster, and harder into my mouth. I tried everything I could think of to get him to pull out of me completely, then I tried everything I could... to let him inside my throat...just to get this whole blow-job thing...over with. Well it didn't work to his benefit. I guess the total ordeal of his first blow-job was just too overwhelming for him. He gave his dick one last thrust inside my mouth, and with out warning three large spurts of his warm sperm shot into my throat. The sensation of course shocked me, the feel of another dudes thick warm cum sliding down my throat yet again, had my mind working over time... is this something that will become a regular thing for Robbie? Will I ever get used to it happening? Will I continue to feel guilty, abused, humiliated, and assaulted by my best friend... or... will I succumb and someday even enjoy being dominated by Robbie and even being his personal cocksucker? After the first few shots entered my throat, I guess he decided he wanted me to actually taste it, cause he pulled out just enough to let the remaining spurts fill my mouth... I actually lost count as to how many volleys of his thick cum entered and settled in my mouth...but I knew there was more cum now sitting within my mouth, than I had shot with my last four jack-offs all together. Now a whole new anxiety attack was about to hit me full force! I never gave it a thought that he'd cum in my mouth, and again I felt the effects of a major attack coming on. I had questions that would be a major concern to me. Will he ever allow me to pull away just before his orgasm, so that I don't have to take his cum inside my mouth? Will he allow me to just spit it out, or will he insist that I eat his warm cum each and EVERY time? This important question would soon be answered, And the results would damage my respect for Robbie for many years to come. Before I could think of someway to hold it within my mouth without swallowing, Robbie interrupted my thoughts with the sound of his loud moaning...with the moans sounding more like a mad cow. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh...ooooooohhhhh...fuuuuck...oooooohhhh fuck...that was so fuckin awesome, dude, just fucking awesome!...thank you, Abe! I knew you'd come through for me.....aaaaaaahhhhhh fuck, I just never knew how fucking wild it would feel...and the power, man, the fucking power, knowing that another dude has my fuckin cock in his mouth, sucking it, lapping at it, trying to swallow it, waiting for me to fill his fuckin mouth with my sweet, thick, creamy cum...did you swallow it yet? I know you swallowed some, but did you swallow what's in your mouth?" My eyes were still bugged out, as I shook my head, not able to speak of course...with the thick head of his cock still between my lips and literally a mouth full of his warm cream. . My answer brought a smile to his face, just the opposite of what I was expecting his reaction to be. "Great! I want you to get accustomed to the taste and flavor of my cum...so when I pull out...I want you to swish it all around inside your mouth, get a good taste of it...then you can swallow...ok?" I shook my head once again, no way was I gonna swallow his or anyone else's cum, it just wasn't going to happen. It was the wrong answer! Robbie's eyes and the expression on his face became totally evil. "What do ya mean...NO? Of course you're gonna swallow it...what the fuck is the big deal anyway? ...You already ate some of it...now eat the rest of it...but first when I pull out, I want you to swish it all around...like I said!" Looking up at this monster sitting on top of me, wondering who the hell this person was, when even the tone of his voice...scared the shit out of me! It wasn't even Robbie's voice...I swear! But, given the fact that he held all the cards, and I had absolutely no say, I decided he was right, I mean I did already have some of his sperm settling in my gut at the moment, so why the fuck not swallow the rest...right? I decided to do it his way, after all, I had a pretty good taste of his cum by now anyways. I looked up at the young monster and nodded my head. His expression remained the same, probably not trusting me. "K, that's better...now I'm gonna pull out of your mouth, and if you try anything or spit it out? I'll make you pay big time...got it?" I admit that I did hesitate, but when Robbie clenched his fist, and held it over my head, I knew better than to continue this fight with him. The taste was kinda sweet, not really as disgusting as I had expected it to be. I nodded my head in agreement, and swished his cum all around the inside of my mouth. "Good, how's it taste?... better get used to it, that's all I can say! MAN, I always knew that gettin blown was gonna be an awesome fucking feeling, but I never knew just how fucking awesome it was gonna be... You've just gotta learn to let it inside your throat, we'll try again in a few minutes, how's that? ...go ahead...you can swallow now!" I let his cum slide down my throat and nearly gagged, it wasn't the taste, cause like I said, the taste of his cum was actually kinda sweet tasting, but the feel of it sliding down my throat and knowing that it was another dude's cum batter, was enough to make me ill.

Once I had recovered from my first experience of swallowing another dudes full load of cum, Robbie rolled off me, and after the two of us spent a few moments panting and trying hard to breath normal again... I spoke right up. "Dude?... No way am I ever gonna blow you again, that was so sick...I can't even believe you made me do that! And, and, and swallowing your cum, oooh my God, dude, what were you thinking? I could be deathly sick right now, ya know? ...NOPE...no more blow-jobs from me, dude, feel lucky you got...." Before I could finish, Robbie was on top of me again. Pulling my arms up and pinning them beneath his butt this time. He spoke as though he didn't hear even one word I had said. "K, break's over, time for second B.J.! ...but this time, you have to let me into your throat...less you really wanna piss me off...you hear? Now open up, gonna take my time and make it last this time...so I can enjoy the feel of your mouth and throat, while I fuck your face nice and slow!"

Robbie, always seems to accomplish whatever he sets out to do, once he sets his mind to it, and NOW...he most definitely set his mind to pumping his cock deep inside my throat. I truly never felt as though I was dying, as much as I did now...with his thick cock squeezing it's way down my throat, leaving absolutely zero room for me to breathe. I'm so serious, even though I know it's impossible...the fit was so tight, it literally felt as though he was stretching my throat to twice it's original size. The worse part was when I felt as though I was going to pass out, cause he had my nose buried so tightly inside his pubes, it literally cut off my only ability to breathe! But, this time I was totally helpless to let him know, cause my arms were held down beneath his tight muscular butt...and with tears running down my face, and my eyes feeling as though they would bulge out of their sockets... I was totally helpless to warn him that I couldn't breathe at all. The only thing I was able to move were my legs, and trust me, they thrashed around so fiercely...that I thought I may even dislocate my knees if I continued. He must have enjoyed the feeling his cock was receiving from my gagging, or maybe it was the feel of total power rushing through his entire body...that this whole scene created within him, whatever the reason, he left his cock buried to the hilt, holding the back of my head tightly with both hands...for a good three minutes or more! I wasn't sure how long I could hold my breath, but I was sure of one thing...it wouldn't be for much longer. I was so relieved both physically and mentally when he withdrew his cock, only to have him thrust it back in savagely and brutally. I was however grateful, that he never kept it buried as long as he did that first time...from that first time on, he only kept it buried to the hilt for only a minute or two at the most, but even that was frightening. Soon, he was fucking my mouth at a steady rhythm, not missing a beat. And now only occasionally would he bury it to his balls and leave it there for any length of time. The room inside the cabin was deathly quiet, with only the sound of my slurping and his louder than necessary moans. I admit that the pounding of my mouth and throat was mercilessly administered, he was being forcefully, brutal, and he knew it, and he made it last much longer than the first time, just as he had promised. When he finally shot his load, he slammed into my throat with such force, I swore I was going to pass out. Somehow it didn't happen, then, I felt four or five bullets of cum shoot rapidly down my throat... as though they were fired by a machine gun. He then pulled his cock out of my throat but allowed the head to rest on my tongue till he was finished shooting the remaining cum into my mouth. "Aaaaaaahhhh shit, man...this is a better feeling then when I'm shooting my jizz into any of the cunts I've ever fucked to date, I can tell ya that! And...this is only day one of our vacation...holy fuck, dude, your mouth is gonna be one hurting fucker by the time we get to go home...eh? Not to mention, that you'll have a belly full of my babies by then." Robbie nearly died from laughter over his own joke...as he milked his cock over my face.

I had given him three more blow-jobs during the course of that night, before he finally had enough, but I was definitely the one that was in pain. By the time I had taken the fierce face fucking a total of five times that evening, I was flat on my back, clutching my throat and unable to talk very well. But did Robbie care?...NOOO! He was on top of my chest the very next morning with one fistful of my hair and his other hand pointing his cock towards my mouth...wanting his NEWLY morning blow-job... a ritual that continued for several years afterwards. During that second day, just as I felt that the worse was over, and I had somehow survived both physically and mentally, although just barely... I became rather quickly aware, that the worse was yet to come. Before the end of the second day, he had me on my knees, licking the sweat from his balls, worshiping his bare feet and even his dirty socks...as his well muscled seventeen year old body hovered over me...24/7... for some odd reason, the very idea of fishing was lost and never came up again. Instead, he was totally happy just spending each and every second playing with his new toy, finding and learning new ways of humiliating, dominating, degrading, and using, his best friend... that within less than twenty four hours... had become his personal sex slave, allowing him to live out each and every sexual fantasy he had ever dreamed of. It was during the second morning, while I was pinned beneath Robbie again, with his well muscled thighs on each side of my head, his thick cock slapping against my face over and over. "Come-on Abe... smack ... tell me... smack ...now that you've sucked my cock, a bunch of times... smack ...now that you've eaten my cum over and over again... smack ...now that you've licked my sweaty balls clean a few times... smack ......what do you like better... smack ...cock .... ....or pussy?" smack, smack. My head was messed up, the constant slaps to my face by his thick cock, and the slime it left behind from it's thick mushroom shaped knob ...was now beginning to cause my own cock to twitch...forcing me for the first time in my young life to question my sexuality. I never thought there would come a day when I would honestly be wondering to myself whether or not I actually like the taste of another dudes cock. With his pre-cum being swabbed across my upper lip, just beneath my nostrils, and the smell of his nut-sack, I took in his strong male odor and became dizzy, and a bit light headed. I actually knew now what that old cliche meant, butterflies in your stomach' because that is exactly what I was feeling. I was so torn... between trying to convince myself that there was no way I am gay, and the desire to stick out my tongue and lick that awesome looking jock boy knob. I guess some part of me hidden away somewhere really knew the answer, but I wasn't willing to admit it... not even to myself. You might call it denial, but to be perfectly honest, I truly shrugged the idea of being gay as not even a slight possibility. But then again?...I had never before sucked another dudes cock! I laid there beneath him, staring up at his awesome chest and pecs, and suddenly began to moan softly each time I felt his massive cock leave it's mark on my face. Turning my head from left to right trying to avoid the now stinging sensation caused by the constant slapping, but by doing so, my eyes came into contact with his smooth powerful, well muscled thighs, pinning me down so effortlessly. Suddenly I had thoughts of his thighs, so perfectly developed with lots of muscle tone, the one part of his awesome body that I would catch myself gazing at every now and then...even as we were growing up. It wasn't fair...none of this was fair...he's my best friend. How could he knowingly, and shamelessly tempt me, and lead me into sin? Forcing me now to question my own sexuality. A week ago, I would have dropped Robbie as a friend if he had talked me into jacking him off again, never mind blowing him, now I'm laying beneath his strong jock boy butt, with his huge ball-sac practically on my lips, fighting with my conscience. Is it because I'm still having a major problem determining what it is that I like better, or is it that I am not brave enough to answer his question with honesty. "Answer me Abe... smack ...COCK?... smack ...OR PUSSY?" smack, smack. I closed my eyes no longer allowing my self the pleasure of watching his awesome cock beat on my face... and whispered. "Pussy" "You're lying to me Abe... smack, smack ...Why you lying, huh? smack, smack. You know you love the taste of my fucking COCK, smack, smack ...you even like the taste of my creamy spunk... don't you?" smack, smack. He once again pressed his oozing knob on top of my lips and smeared his pre-cum across them several times, before asking me for the hundredth time. "COCK?... smack, smack .....OR PUSSY?".... smack, smack. I was losing my fucking mind, and I knew it, I could feel my own cock stretching the fabric of my briefs. Part of me wanted to part my lips and take his huge knob between them, just to stop his thick love muscle from slapping me in the face, while the other part of me was screaming... Noooooo ...don't you do it Abe! It's a sin ...and he's one of your vicious demons!' I used every bit of strength I had to once again whisper my answer. "Pussy" He immediately used two of his fingers to pry my lips open and pushed them into my mouth, forcing me to suck his pre-cum off them, then withdrew them and inserted his beautifully shaped knob, pre-cum and all. I lost all control, and dabbed at the wet thick head with my tongue... lapping at it a couple of times, before he swiftly pulled him self out, leaving my tongue jabbing at the knob that was no longer there, and craving for just one more taste. I knew at that very moment that I couldn't hide the truth any longer, I looked up into his evil eyes, knowing full well that the question was soon to follow, and he knew before even asking, what my answer would be... I could just tell by that triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Go ahead, tell me, Abe... Cock? ... smack ... or Pussy?" smack. I closed my eyes and fought with my conscience, struggling to get the word pussy to come out, and then whispered. "Cock ...ok, you happy now? You fucking turned me into a cocksucking faggot... You fucking happy now, Robbie?" He gave me that evil smirk, and I felt a tear working it's way down the left side of my face. The ugly smirk still planted on his face, he just had to go and rub it in with more verbal abuse. "There now, that must make you feel better, finally admitting that you're a fucking faggot. You see Abe? I've always known that you were queer for me! It didn't bother me, because I knew I could always get what I wanted from you, it just took time, and I also knew I could beat you up whenever I felt the urge, and get away with it... now I ask you, why would I give up a friend with benefits just cause he's a fucking fag...huh? ...You've wanted to taste my cock for years now...haven't you? Fuck, man, look at yourself, you wanna cry so bad now...like a fucking girl, go ahead and cry, I wanna see ya cry!" I had already given him everything, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry as well. I looked up into his eyes and whispered. "Shut up Robbie, that's not true and you know it! I didn't want this, I didn't want any of this, you did! You've always tried getting me to touch your dick, you've always pressed it against my face when we were wrestling and shit. I should have seen this coming, the way you always want to be on top of me... always practically naked. You didn't want to be a fag alone, so you've always tried to turn me into one, to keep you company and shit." A solid punch, far from his hardest, but still hard enough... connected to the left side of my jaw. Followed rapidly by one just as hard to the right side of my jaw, then several more repeatedly... til I closed my eyes and nearly passed out. Then he stopped, and my whole head was aching from the pounding he just gave me. I could feel a tiny dribble of wet blood from my nose, and my left eye was hurting like a bitch. All the while he was punching me, Robbie was yelling at me. "Me a fucking fag?... Is that what your saying?...You know damn well I have already fucked more twat in the past two months than you will ever fuck in your lifetime! ...All I want out of this is a decent blow-job on a regular basis, and who is better qualified to give superb head than a fucking faggot!" Then Robbie threatened me and filled me in on my new duties as his best friend. "Why you making me beat on you, dude? Why don't you just admit the truth, that you've wanted to taste my cock all this time, but were too ashamed to ask for it?... Now, or at least soon enough... you're gonna have to beg me for it! I even plan on giving you a list of duties that I will expect from you as my best friend...a long list!... A list of stuff that you should have been doing for me all along...ever since we were kids...showing me gratitude for allowing you to be my friend, ya know? ... Ooooh don't worry queerboy...you're still my best buddy, but since you're admitting to be a fag, you're NOW a buddy with even MORE benefits than before!.. You're only mission in life from this point on, or till further notice, is to serve your best friends needs. You're gonna be a slave to my cock, and I'll let you know when the day comes that I no longer need your services, if that day should EVER come!" I was so confused, was he right...was this what I wanted all along? ....No way!... I never wanted any of this! "No, no, no, Robbie, you're way out of line, dude! I never wanted to touch your dick when we were younger, I didn't even want to jerk you off way back then!" Again, he gave me that famous smirk of his. "Then you've come a long way since then, haven't you, FAGGOT?" Leaning over my face, the smirk turned into a mean snarl. "Open your mouth, fagboi, I have something special for you. "I assumed he wanted me to blow him again, and as hard as I tried, I just couldn't resist. I closed my eyes and shook my head. "No dude, no more....I'm never gonna do that again!" Yet, while my eyes were closed, all I could vision, was his thick mushroom shaped crown, the wide deep ridge that separated it from the rest of the long thick shaft, and that wide deep piss-slit in the center of that awesome head. I just fucking couldn't resist, I opened wide and kept my eyes closed, waiting for his thick knob to enter. But rather than his cock entering my mouth, what I got...was several wads of spit. He then clamped his hand over my mouth and pinched my nose forcing me to swallow. "Get to love it, queer boi, you'll be getting plenty of opportunities to taste this as well." I opened my eyes immediately, and tried shaking my head, pleading with him through my eyes, while his strong hand remained over my mouth. "I said swallow it, faggot, or I swear.....I'll fuckin smother you .....till you do!" I felt nauseous, I had never tasted another dudes spit, never mind having a mouthful of it. I had to convince myself that no way could it be as bad as swallowing another dudes thick sperm, and since I had already done that a whole bunch of times, thanks to Robbie, then this truly can't be any worse! So I talked myself into swallowing, like I had a choice to begin with. I felt my best friends jock-boy spit slide down my throat, and wanted to gag. It wasn't so much the taste that made me want to gag, it was the words that came from his mouth just before. Get to love it, queer boi, you'll be getting plenty of opportunities to taste this as well.' He had to be kidding, he wouldn't make me do this again... would he? I mean would he really make it a habit to spit in my mouth? He can't be serious, he must be just trying to scare me! Once I had swallowed, he pulled his palm away from my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, and he was smiling down at me. "Always wanted to do that to some, dude, you know? Make him eat my spit, show him how much superior I am, and what a fuckin low life he is...so I guess YOU can add that to your long list of duties as my best friend... Letting me spit in your faggot mouth anytime I choose, and you promptly swallowing it, showing me how weak you are compared to me! ...Showing me just how much you fucking love me, how much you wanna please me!" That sinister smirk on his puss was slowly becoming a permanent fixture to his handsome face. I wanted to fucking cry, but as I said...I didn't want to give him that satisfaction as well, so I did my best to hold it in. "You're a sick bastard, Robbie! But, I guess you've always been this fucked up, and I've just been to blind to see it." "Well you know what they say, faggot? That love is blind' and you've always been in love with me, haven't you?... You fucking sick homo!" The words hit me like a ton of bricks, hurting me way more than anything else up till now. "Don't call me that, I'm not gay...I'm not...I can't be!" Robbie just continued grinning. "Sure you're not, you just happen to love the taste of another dudes cock....not to mention his thick cum... way more than you like the taste of pussy! And I guess all straight boys ADMIT to loving cock over pussy!" Robbie went into hysterics, obviously finding this whole situation funny as hell. It seemed as though he had been sitting on me for days by now, his muscular weight, on top of my chest was beginning to do a number on me. I couldn't even feel anything but numbness in my arms that had been pinned beneath his well muscled butt all this time. Now his bare butt pressed against my arms, felt as though it was now glued there permanently. His ball-sac resting on my chin, felt soft and fleshy, though a bit on the sweaty side. I could even feel both his large testicles as they filled there separate sides within their huge sack. Robbie lifted his semi hard-on, and slapped my cheeks with it several more times. "By the way, fag-boi... smack, smack ...I know I'm not the only dude you have ever had jerk-off sleep overs with... smack, smack ... I bet you have a few buds that you play with...huh? smack, smack ...AND don't fuckin lie to me either... smack, smack .... Or I swear, I'll kick your ass all over this fuckin island!" smack, smack ... and there isn't a damn sole to come running to your rescue, either!"

What the hell was up with slapping me in the face with his cock? Why did he have to continue humiliating me, I had already gave him what he'd been wanting all along, why couldn't he just be happy, and stop treating me like a cheap whore? He appeared to be getting off on it... but it was getting a bit out of hand if you ask me, and how the hell did he know about me and Anthony jerking off together? Or, was he just guessing? I knew he meant what he said about kicking my ass, so I didn't wanna risk lying. Therefore, I admitted that ya, there was one other person with whom I have jerked off with, and by admitting this, I was breaking my promise to my only cousin. My cousin Anthony, is the son of my moms sister, and though we are the same age, we never actually met till we were ten years old, the day after my mom and I moved here. Anthony and I became close, but because he and Robbie were so much alike both physically and mentally, they never got along, always arguing and stuff. So as Anthony and I grew older we spent less time together...he decided on his own that since Robbie lived next door, and was my best friend, the less time he spent at my house, the better. Yet the sleep overs continued and were mostly at his house, in the town just across the bridge. After Robbie introduced me to the pleasure of having a different fist jacking you off, I was quick to teach Anthony. Yet, unlike Robbie, who more enjoyed me jacking him and not so into him jacking me, Anthony was just the opposite. Surprisingly, he caught on fairly quick, even seemed to enjoy the feel of my cock. So much so ...that he seemed to get off on fisting my dick, and watching closely, often a little too closely, as my volcano erupted. Soon, it seemed that Anthony wanted us to have a sleep over...a lot more often. He took to jacking me off, like a baby takes to tit, and on more that one occasion he'd receive my load all over his face, appearing to be disgusted when that would happen, but took the exact same position the very next time. I had been taught at a young age to just take what you can, and never ask questions, therefore I never questioned his infatuation with my dick, never even gave it a second thought, to be honest. Besides, as I said, he and Robbie were alike in certain ways...and I was all too familia with Anthony's quick temper, and my gut played host to his hard fists on way too many occasions as it was. Another thing... with Anthony always wanting to be the one doing the jacking...I had nothing to complain about, since I wasn't expected to return the favor even a third of the time. Now here's the problem I'm facing, by sharing this news with Robbie, I wasn't only breaking my promise to my cousin, I was also, (without totally realizing the end result) giving Robbie ammunition to use against Anthony. See, both dudes are on their High School Wrestling Teams, and it just so happens that they both fall into the same weight class. Yep, you guessed it. They have been major rivals for several years now. Each winning their share of wrestling meets. Only thing is, if it weren't for the rules that apply, and if it was street fighting with no rules at all, there would be no competition between the two, Robbie, with one hand tied behind his back, could and would easily beat the fuck out of Anthony...in no time at all. I knew this, Robbie knew this, and even though you'd never get Anthony to admit it, he knew this too. Robbie was thee best at any local school, when it came to street fighting. Like I said, the end result of what I was about to tell Robbie, honestly never entered my mind as I revealed my cousins secret. Robbie slapped my face again with his thick cock, this time hard enough to sting wicked. "Answer me, faggot, how many other friends do you jerk off?" I had enough of his cock slapping me in the face, and gave him the answer he wanted. "Only one, and that's the truth, and it isn't even a friend, it's my cousin...and I..." Robbie cut me off before I could finish. "Your cousin?...Anthony Teroni? ...The one that wrestles for St. Pete?" ...No fuckin way?" That's when I realized what I had just done, but there was no going back now. "Ya dude, the only cousin I have...who else?" Usually I'd receive a slap or a push or whatever for the sarcasm and the tone of my voice, but Robbie was in deep thought...and that was probably much worse. He had a half grin on his face as he bounced a few times on my chest...finally releasing my arms, that by now held no feeling within them. "Tell me about it, who jerked off who?" I felt some knots developing within my stomach, I didn't like the path his questions were taking, but not to answer every last question now, especially in my position, would certainly have taken me to hell and back. "Well it started with us both jerking each other, but..." I stopped short...I couldn't do it...I couldn't set my cousin up like this, even if it were the truth. Yet, I knew that by being totally honest with my answers, Robbie would automatically jump to conclusions, and I would have to take the blame for whatever would happen to Anthony. Another slap to my face, only this time it was an open palm, and it was painful as hell...bringing tears to my eyes immediately. "That should leave a mark, and that's the only warning you're gonna get, the next time will be my fucking fists again, and trust me, this time... they won't be love taps like before, this time they'll leave some major bruises...so how about you tell Master Robbie all about you and your cousin...and you'd better be telling me the truth...or I swear...I'll tie you up to one of the trees outside... and use you as a fucking punching bag! ...You understanding me?" I didn't doubt for a second that Robbie would do exactly as he threatened, he was never one to make false threats. "Ok...I understand...but Robbie? If Anthony finds out that I broke my promise and reveal to you everything, he'll hate me for the rest of his life...and probably beat the shit out of me too, so please promise me you won't tell him about this...please dude?" "Ya, ya, ya, just spill it, faggot!" I had my doubts that Robbie would keep his word, but I went ahead and told him the whole story anyway. "OK, but you promised. Like I said, at first it was both of us jerking each other, but after a while, ...it was Anthony doing most of the jerking." A wide smile appeared on Robbie's face, as he bounced up and down on my chest, like a little kid would bounce up and down on his rocking horse. All gleeful and shit. "Tell me everything...Did he like jerking you off? ...did he get really into it?" I just looked up at him and shook my head at his stupid questions. "I guess" Suddenly, the smile disappeared, and was replaced by a scowl. "You guess?...what do you mean...you guess? ...Did he fuckin like touching your dick or not?" I knew I'd end up hating myself for this, sooner or later. "I mean ya...I guess he ...OK, ...Ya, he did... after those first few times, ...he just wanted to play with it all the time and stuff...and he didn't care that I wasn't returning the favor." Robbie's eyes lit back up, and again he began bouncing on my chest. "Stuff? ...What do you mean...stuff? ...What stuff?...Did he ever blow you...or put his mouth on it?" Bingo! I knew this is where all this questioning was leading, and I began to panic. "What are you getting at, Robbie?...If you mean is Anthony queer, the answer is Noooooo!" "I'll be the judge of that...what I want you to do is invite him for a sleep over...but outside in the tent...unless your mom is away for the night...then we can do it inside!" My head was spinning, this could not be happening, I was getting scared...even felt a little nauseous, and I was sure it wasn't from Robbie's hot bubble but, bouncing around on my chest. "Why...Robbie?...I'm telling ya...he's not a fag, he's a fucking jock like you...he's one of the most popular dude's at St. Peters...Can you please just leave him out of this...please? I mean I promised him I would never tell a sole about this! ...If you do...or say anything...he'll not only hate me forever... but he'll beat the fuck out of me and probably more than once! Please, Robbie...just forget about him." The wicked smirk on Robbie's face told me that he was enjoying having me beg him like this. "Chill the fuck out, faggot! I won't have to say a word, I'll just be myself, and tease him a little. Once he gets a good close-up of my cock in the flesh...he'll break ...on his own...start fucking drooling at the mouth, maybe even down below as well. He'll fight like crazy to keep his eyes off it. I mean, if he liked yours...he's gonna fall in love with mine in no time at all...just like you did!" I pleaded with Robbie a little more. I so did not want Anthony involved with him. Like I said, I knew Robbie better than his own Family knew him...and I knew he'd humiliate Anthony to tears, and get off on it big time. Especially since they have never had any love for one another. "Come-on Robbie, I'm freaking begging you here...please leave Anthony out of this. I'll do anything you say...I promise...no limits...just leave my cousin out of this...please?" Robbie, squinted his eyes, and gave me a sadistic grin. "You seriously don't understand what's happening here, do you? ...OR...maybe it's me...maybe I haven't made my self perfectly clear, you fucking fag! ...You are already committed to doing any fucking thing I tell you to do, whether you want to or not, doesn't fucking matter any more! ...So with that said, my little cumbreath...tell me, what fucking else is left for you to give? ...HUH? ...What is left for you to GIVE?...You fucking stupid little cum-bucket!" It wasn't that I didn't understand, I was just hoping that being the best of friends all these years, he'd go easy on me after a few blow-jobs and stuff. But, maybe I'm wrong about that. "What are you gonna do to him?" There was that smirk again, and with it......came a ward of spit, splattering my lips. "Suck that into your mouth...then maybe I'll answer your question!" I hesitated, but only for a second or two, then stuck my tongue out and scooped up his saliva surrounding my lips, sucking it into my mouth...the humiliation was becoming just a way of life for me now, I even grew to expect it. This made Robbie gleam all over. "You're doing well, you little faggot slave...you're loving this aren't you?...You've always wanted to be my fucking slave...haven't you?" I was getting a little pissed, and it showed in my attitude. "You said if I sucked your spit into my mouth, you'd answer my question!" To my surprise, rather than slap me, Robbie just grinned. "So I did, didn't I? ... What am I going to do to Anthony? ...You mean besides degrade the fucking faggot to the best of my ability? ...Nothing much...nothing MUCH more than I plan on doing to you.... that is! ...SURE...I may get off on beating the fuck out of him on a regular basis...just to keep his mind clear...on which of us is more fucking SUPERIOR! ...But I wont scar him up... that is not too badly!" Another splat of spit hit my lips. "You know what to do...go ahead...eat my fucking spit, you fucking homo bitch...show me how low you are...show me...how much you want to please me! ...Don't you see...what I've got here? ...For the past few years, I have soooo craved for head and couldn't get it...me...the fucking king of our High School...couldn't even get a fucking blow-job from one of those cunts. Now look at me...with two of you sucking my dick at the snap of my fingers...I'll never go without again! ...I have to be honest with ya...I thought having my best friend, right next door to me ...giving me blow-jobs ...whenever the need arises, was going to be the best fucking set-up EVER! ...But, I gotta tell ya, turning Anthony Teroni... One of my biggest rivals...Into my personal cock-sucker? ...All I can say is ...Wooooooohooooo!" With that said, he flew up off my chest and came crashing down hard, leaving me winded and struggling to breathe normal again. Once I was able to speak, I told him what I thought of his plan. "I can't believe you're all that fucking evil, dude!...What the fuck has gotten into you? Why are you being such a fucking prick all of a sudden? ...I have always respected you, and looked up to you...now I honestly don't know what to think of you any more!" If I didn't surprise Robbie, I certainly surprised myself with all the vulgarity I was using. He wasn't even listening, his mind was in another world...probably dreaming of his toughest rival... there on his knees...begging Robbie to rape his throat with that thick power tool of his. Suddenly, a huge grin was pasted across his handsome teen face. "Shut the fuck up, queerboi...and get back to licking my nuts... as a natter of fact ...Mr. I'm so straight...why don't you take em one at a time inside that warm mouth of yours ...and SUCK on em for a while...yeah...help my balls build up some new throat cleaner...so I can watch my best friend choke on it again!...BUT, like I said before...and this is the last warning...don't you ever do anything...without kissing my dick head first! ...You got it?" Hearing those words leave my best friends mouth, I knew that for the rest of our lives my friendship with Robbie would never be the same again.

To be continued...