Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...and is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys, if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com Thank you, Chaz
Recap Of last paragraph in chapter 8: I somehow had to convince Donnie that I meant what I was saying, as well as remember everything he was teaching me. I lifted my head and looked up at a kid my age, but by far more superior than me, and gave it my best shot. "SIR, I wanna taste your balls, and to make love to them if you'd let me, please? BUT, your cock SIR, is the biggest shaft I have ever seen before... I mean I'm just so in awe of it... I would be the happiest faggot in the world if you'd only allow me to just taste it... if only just once, sir! I respect you, sir... and now I also have great respect for my friend over there. I will never ever address him again as anything other than Sir, or Master Robbie. You have already taught me so much in just these last couple of hours, sir. So I'm begging you to please, please let me taste the biggest cock in our school... in all the schools? I know I am far from worthy yet, but I beg you to please allow me just one taste of it, SIR!" Donnie listened and seemed to like what he was hearing. He glanced over at Robbie and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't get what your complaint is, dude! This bitch knows his place, better than MOST fags. BUT, I'll just keep pounding the word RESPECT into him over the next three days, he'll be just fine, I'm sure. Now I'm gonna choke him, waaay more than he's ever been choked before. But hey... like you said yourself ... I'm way bigger than you. And, uuuummm...well no offence, man but it's time he gets scull fucked by a real jock... no what I mean? Plus, he did actually beg wicked nice and all. So if you want a close -up of my huge love muscle fucking his scull raw... you'd better get your ass over here."
Boys, Buds, and Bullies pt. 9
I could tell that Robbie was still bothered by the huge misunderstanding between him and his long time friend. Still upset that Donnie misread Robbie's interest in Donnie's huge seventeen year old cock. He remained unusually quiet, not saying a word as he approached, not even after making himself comfortable, kneeling directly beside my head, then hunching his bubble butt on the floor. I tried wicked hard not taking in the massive dick hovering over my face, even as Donnie brushed the incredible looking cock-head across my lips, smearing them with his cock drool, and was quickly chastised for closing my eyes, fearful of the bullies powerful shaft and the damage it was no doubt going to do to my throat. But, closing my eyes in fear, pissed Donnie off. "Keep your fucking queer eyes on the prize, faggot"
Memories of the first week and a half after deep throating Robbie, came rushing back. I literally suffered with a severe sore throat for nearly two whole weeks, even disobeyed Robbie's order to go and have my tonsils out, just so that ( in his words) I could feel and enjoy the total pleasure of sucking every inch of his entire cock. Now laying beneath Donnie as he practically sat on my neck, getting ready to fuck my scull, as he puts it, I began wondering if maybe I should have done as Robbie demanded. I also wondered if it was even possible to deep throat nine and a half inches, then again, I had the same question just before deep throating Robbie's seven and a half inches, so who knows.
Meanwhile, Donnie had rested his wicked fascinating knob directly under my nose, and left it there for several minutes. Still not sure if that was done so that I could inhale the jock odor wafting from his piss-slit, and nut-sack, or if it was done for Robbie's benefit, so he could have a few minutes to get a real good look at his buds full cock as it was laid out on the face of his own bitch. When Donnie could hold off no longer, he demanded me to open as wide as I possibly could. "It's time, queerboy, to give a nice long blow-job to a REAL High School jock. Now open that cumdump for me as wide as you can...fuckin faggot!"
As I stretched my lips as much as I could, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through Robbie's mind after he was just more or less insulted by his good friend. I didn't have to wonder for very long. Robbie's angry voice was even cracking a little as he defended his man hood. "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE.... I'm way more of a jock at school than you are, and stop fucking insinuating that I'm a faggot... you more than anyone else should know that I fuck enough cunt to more than qualify myself as straight... so cut the shit!" Donnie knew what buttons to push when it came to Robbie, I'll give him that. "Chill the fuck out, dude...you're ruining the moment here, I'm about to give our bitch the scull fucking he'll remember for the rest of his life. So maybe you're not a fag, maybe you're just Bi, or maybe you just wanna experiment a little. But, tell ya what... there's something you can NOT deny, and that's this wicked fascination you have with MY dick. Whatever it is, dude, even if it's just a desire to do a little experimenting on your part, that's cool with me, you just let me know when you're ready to play with this throatbasher of mine, and it's all yours...K? Meanwhile, you can have a peek at it anytime you want... can even look at it for as long as you want... just ask me nicely!" I Wondered how and why Donnie gets away with saying and doing the shit he does with Robbie, when if it were me talking down to him like this, I would have literally been punched out by now.
Donnie, turned to his bud once again and grinned. "Watch this" He then used his right hand to guide his heavy seventeen year old jock shaft inside my mouth. Even with my lips stretched to the max, donnie still needed to give his sexy hips a little thrust to push the rim into my mouth, but since Robbie needed to use the same method, this only heightened my fears for the moment. The move also seemed to have the exact same effect on Donnie as it had on his long time friend. "Ooooooohhhhh fuck, man, uuuummm it's ahhhhh...oooooohhhh so fucking tight, and warm... holy shit, man, this faggots mouth is tighter than same of those virgin cunts I've fucked." Robbie smiled and agreed. "Sure the fuck is....huh? Wait till the day comes that he can take it all, you're gonna wanna fuck his mouth 24/7... trust me."
Donnie just looked down into my eyes and gave me a smirk. "When the day comes???? What the fuck is he talking about... you're gonna be able to take my dick to my balls before this night is over, aintcha?... Damn right you are, you'll have my thick curly pubes working their way up your nose in no time at all. But for now, my knob is so thick, I bet you can stick the tip of your warm tongue right into my wide piss-slit... go ahead... give it a try, faggot. Stick that queer tongue of yours in my piss-slit, and clean it out for me"
As I did my best to satisfy Donnie, wanting to do whatever it took to keep him happy, rather than mean, I curled my tongue and pressed the very tip of it against his wide piss-slit. Was even able to work it in a little. I then began wiggling the tip of my tongue all around, doing my best to clean the inside. Obviously, what my taste buds were picking up was fresh pre-cum, and the bitter remains of dried up piss. I'm not sure what Donnie was expecting to feel from me doing this, since I had never had it done to me, but whatever pleasure he was expecting from having another dudes tongue cleaning the inside of his dick, he must have received it three times fold, because he seemed to have lost it momentarily. Moaning loudly, squinting his eyes, and with his head flung backwards, he began swinging it sideways like a mad man. "Oooooohhh fucking A.... aaaaaahhhhh shit....yeeeaaah fucking eat me, you cocksucker! Oooooooohhhhhh shit....I've only had a couple of sluts do this to me.....and you are waaaaay the fuck better.... yeah, you sure know how to make a jocks dick feel good... you must have been put on earth to reward us jocks for the hard work we put out ....eh?"
Donnie held my head in place, cleaning the inside of his cock for a good five minutes or more, before pushing his knob further back into my mouth. By now I had at least five or more inches of thick jock meat working it's way in and out of my mouth, thrusting gently at first, punching my tonsils playfully. This kept him happy for a few minutes as he enjoyed putting on a show for his buddy. "Look at it, dude... doesn't my dick look fucking awesome, pumping your friends mouth like this? I bet he is sooooo loving the awesome taste of it... whatdaya say... you think he loves the sweet taste of my jockboy dick...huh?" Donnie turned his head towards his friend and team mate expecting an answer. Robbie meanwhile seemed to be on another planet, he just couldn't pry his eyes away from the scene taking place right there in front of him. He was witnessing for the first time ever, a dude literally fucking the face of another dude. Of course he had seen a few straight porn flicks, where guys were getting blow-jobs from their chicks or whatever, but never anything like this. Sitting this close and actually watching right up front while his friend Donnie fucked another dudes mouth was way more exciting than watching porn... way more. Of course he loved watching me and Anthony suck his cock, but this was somehow different, and he couldn't hide his excitement while wearing his thin skimpy posing briefs... no way. Meanwhile Donnie grew impatient waiting for his answer. "Hey... Earth to Robbie, I asked you a question, dude.... do you think your friend is fucking loving the wicked sweeeeeet taste of my awesome dick, while it's pounding his mouth?" Robbie, never pulled his eyes away from the awesome scene taking place right beside him, but he did manage to give his bud an answer, although I'm wicked sure he was doing so subconsciously and didn't realize that he was giving his good friend more ammunition to use against him later. Nodding his head slowly, he confirmed in a soft whispering tone, that his former best friend, and now his bitch, was indeed enjoying Donnie's dick. "Ooooohhh yeah, ...he's... he's... he's definitely loving.... the sweet taste... of your awesome dick, man." Donnie gave his friend an evil grin, then began pummeling my mouth, punching much harder at my tonsils, till he broke through the entrance, causing me to choke and gasp for the air supply that no longer existed.
I was no longer sure, if Donnie was fucking my face as hard as he could, simply because he was enjoying it immensely, with feelings that finally... after all these years, he was allowed to humiliate and hurt the childhood friend of the only dude in school that was never afraid of him. A dude as tough and often as mean as he was, the only person standing in his way of bullying ME the way he often bullied every other kid. OR, was he fucking my face extra hard just to put on an awesome show for his friend, showing off even more so the awesome dick that his friend seemed to be fascinated with. "You like watching me abuse your friend, dontcha? You love the sight of my cock fucking your friends face... dontcha? It's ok, dude, you don't have to answer. The fucking drool making it's way down your chin is answer enough. Yeah, watch my dick closely... it's kinda like magic... first you see it, now you don't... now you see it... now you don't... way the fuck awesome...huh?" Donnie was right, I had to be taking his whole nine and a half inches, because I could feel my nose brush against his thick dark pubes, as I inhaled the strong jock odor wafting up my nostrils, and making it's way into my lungs.
No one could have been more surprised than me, to have all of Donnie inside my mouth and throat so soon, but then again... once he punched his way through the entrance to my throat with his mighty love muscle, he kept going all the way without stopping, till he hit home. I'll never be able to put into words, the feeling of a near death experience which I had at that very moment. I felt my head literally burn as though it was on fire, my eyes not only close to popping out of their sockets, but also began to shed water like a frigging waterfalls. Every limb in my body began convulsing, as though I was having a fit of some type. I couldn't breathe the first couple of moments as he held my head in place, with my nose pressed tightly against his pubes. I tried lifting my arms so that I could punch his powerful thighs, now squeezing the sides of my head gently, but I seemed to have zero control of any part of my body. I felt dizzy, wicked weak, and lightheaded. I knew I was going out any minute, and the only movement Robbie made, was not to help me, but to praise his friend, while once again using the word awesome to describe his friends dick. "Holy shit, dude... now that is what I call a FACE FUCK ... fuckin look at em, his whole body is like fucking convulsing, he's got every fucking inch of your awesome cock in his cocksucking mouth and throat... oooooohhhh shit, man, hold his head right there while I adjust the cam."
I was totally sure of one thing, Donnie was loving the misery and fear he was causing me by holding my head in place. But, on his behalf, I'm also sure that the pleasure he received from the feeling of having his cock buried all the way in MY throat... contributed to his desire to clutch the back of my head tightly and hold it there. It was probably less than three minutes that Donnie held my head pinned against his groin, keeping me from getting any air to breathe, but to me it seemed like hours. I guess by now with all the blow-jobs he's received from others as well as the old men downtown that were gladly paying him, he knew exactly the length of time he could keep his cock buried all the way before causing someone to pass out. I felt wicked sorry for all the first timers, that literally had their lights fucked out by this sadistic jock-boy bully.
Once Donnie pulled out after that initial power thrust, he began pumping my face, using the strength of his hips and tight bubble butt, driving his huge shaft all the way in, then pulling back out, then in again ... rapidly and mercilessly. It was obvious with the pace at which he was pummeling my throat that he needed to release a mighty load, I kinda figured he hadn't gotten off all day, but given Donnie's reputation, I also found that extremely hard to believe.
From Donnie's next comments, I kinda figured that my best friend Robbie, was enjoying the up close and personal show just fine. "Yeah dude, jerk that dick of yours... you fucking love watching the cock that you are sooooo facinated with, do it's job, don't ya? I'm surprised that you didn't shoot off a few wads, when this power tool of mine deep-throated your friend here so quickly. Just goes to show you how much more powerful I am than you...eh?" I guess Robbie wasn't in the mood for arguing, because no words came from his mouth, only the distingue sound from the rapid pounding of his dick.
It didn't take donnie very long from that point, to grab the back of my head even tighter, and give his mighty power tool a strong forward thrust all the way home, and leaving it there once again. That along with his loud moaning of meaningless sounds sent off the alarm in my head... that hot, jock-boy, baby batter, was on it's way to it's new home. I of course felt but could not taste the first three huge shots of Donnie Colello's warm cum as it was fired rapidly down my throat. However, for my benefit alone, the school bully, pulled his cannon back up into the cave of my mouth and continued blasting away, while ordering me not to swallow. Still panting, and leaving long gaps between his words caused from his heavy moans. "Here you go... my new cocksucker... now you get to... taste... what all thesluts downtown ... are busy raving about these days... the sweet taste of... Young Donnie Colello's thick and creamy cum... I want you to hold it... in your mouth... got it? Don't swallow... till I give you permission to do so...aaaaaaahhhhhh.... try keeping as much as you can.... on the top of your queer tongue. Ooooh fuck, man....aaaaahhhhh shit... this fucking cocksucker.... is grade A, dude.... No wonder you've been... ooooooooohhhh fuck.... keeping him a secret from me... ooooohhhh yeeeaaah, how's it taste... oooooooohhhhhh, man... does it taste as delicious, as everyone says... huh?... HUH? "
I couldn't answer Donnie's question of course, but I do have to admit, even though I feel lucky to still be alive, his sperm did have a sweet flavor to it. It wasn't at all salty, or even bitter like the taste of his spit, it was actually kinda nice tasting like Robbies, maybe even a little better, must be the Italian in him. Once Donnie finished pumping his six or seven thick pasty loads into my mouth, he relaxed the hold on my head, but kept his thick knob inside my mouth for a moment or so longer while he caught his breath and relaxed. I was afraid to pull away, so I remained on my knees, with his deflating cock still resting on my tongue, right in the warm puddle of jock-boy sperm. When Donnie's breathing was back to normal, he told me to hold the cum in my mouth while he pulled his cock out. "Ok, faggot, I'm gonna pull my dick outta your queer mouth, when I do, you make damn sure none of my precious seed escapes...or I swear I'll beat you up so bad, you'll have to take the rest of the year off from school...ya hear me you fucking homo?" I did the best I could under the circumstances to nod my head.
The removal of his cock from my mouth with zero loss of cum, seemed to have gone over very well. Of course there was a wicked long thick string of cum that was strong enough to remain connected from his huge knob to my tight lips, stretching at least a foot. Both Robbie and Donnie found this to be way funny as hell, with my best friend even commenting on it. "Look, dude, the fag wants every last bit of your cum, man... he doesn't want to part with even a drop of it." Donnie, not giving up on his verbal abuse of his friend was quick to add a little more abuse. "Of course he wants it all, tellin ya, dude... everyone that blows me want's it all... plus more. Wait till you taste my warm sweet cum the first time, dude, you'll feel the same way... trust me on this one...k?" Robbie was quick to reply. "Fuck you, moron, that's only gonna happen in your dreams, fuck-head, and you can trust ME on that one...k?" I had to agree with Robbie, no way in hell would he ever give another dude a blow-job, not under any circumstances. He was way to much of a straight jock to even think about sucking another dudes cock, it's as simple as that. I don't care what was going on with his infatuation with Donnie's nine and a half inch dick, cause whatever it was, there was no way in hell, that Robbie would go so far as to take it in his mouth, I'd bet a million bucks on it. Then again, I would have thought the same about my cousin Anthony, before he boldly took my cock into his mouth. I bet he wishes now that he had more control of his desires...eh?
Donnie ordered me to open wide. "K, you fuckin queer, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue so we can check it out." Of course I did exactly as I was told by Donnie, no way was I gonna piss him off, never! Both dudes bent over and down to where my mouth was. I opened as wide as possible without spilling any out. Donnie. Let out a loud woooohoooo as he gazed at the massive amount of his cum, and considering that at least three large gobs of it was shot directly into my throat, what remained inside my mouth was simply incredible indeed. Robbie, was amazed at the sight and the amount, and once again stuck his own foot in his mouth... so to speak. "Holy shit... that's a lot of fucking cum, man... but I've shot that much a few times...so it's no record or anything... but still... it looks fucking awesome, now eat it...you lucky bitch." "Noooo... fagboy... don't swallow yet... sounds to me like maybe Robbie would like a little taste of it...himself." What Donnie did next shocked me, he dipped a finger into the puddle of cum, scooping up a little bit from my tongue, and spun around to Robbie, before Robbie even had a clue as to what the fuck his friend was up to, then Donnie smeared the cum under Robbie's nose. "There you go, dude, I mean if you are so against tasting it, you may as well at least get a good whiff of it...right? I mean who knows....might change your mind once you smell the wicked sweet aroma of my juice....ya know?"
I knelt there in total shock, waiting for the next war of the worlds to begin. The fight of the century was about to start, and I had a ringside seat. These two buds have never fought, never even wrestled for fun that I knew of. But the insults, and threatening remarks between the two have been building up now since they were in the first grade together, and lately, the threats and nasty comments were much worse than ever before. Donnie, having pulled off this cheap move, was sure to waken the mighty monster in Robbie. I waited, holding my breath, even Donnie stood back, when Robbie's face first became contorted, then turned bright red. His fists clenched tightly as he stared deeply into Donnie's eyes. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that... a REAL fucking asshole... what the fuck you trying to prove, dude...huh? ... YOU WANNA FIGHT... is that what you fucking want...huh?" I watched as Donnie tightened every muscle in his well built body, even flexed and posed for us, showing off his awesome guns, and legs, and then cracked up laughing. "Chill the fuck out, and get over it, dude, this is nothing compared to the time you pissed on my head, when I scooped down to pick up the soap YOU conveniently dropped while we were in the shower after football practice last season... so just get the fuck over it...k?" Now that Donnie mentioned it, I remember that day, cause Robbie laughed his ass off over it for like a fucking month, and now that Donnie brought it up... I'd have to admit, I'd rather have someone rub their sperm under my nose than piss on my head. Robbie, seemed to relax a little, and watching his friend laugh in hysterics even brought a smile to his face, before he too was laughing out loud.
Robbie, walked off to the bathroom, to wash his face, or so I assumed, even though he was in there for as long as twenty minutes. Meanwhile, Donnie was more than ready for another blow-job. Grabbing me by my hair, he walked me over to the weight bench, and ordered me to lay down on it with my head hanging over the edge. Of course I did as Donnie ordered, seeing his muscles all flexed and hard a few minutes before that, convinced me once and for all, that if he ever wanted to, he could easily put me away forever. I laid down on the weight bench with the top of my head leaning over the edge just slightly. I wasn't one hundred percent sure exactly what he had planned, but I had a damn good idea. By this time, Robbie came over to us and sat himself on the floor next to where my head was hanging. Then Donnie, had a change of mind. "You know what, faggot? I think before I fuck your face again...I'll let you explore other parts of my hot body... just a little reward for giving such awesome head... so get your head up on the bench for now... yeah... you're gonna enjoy this... I take that back... you're gonna fucking love it... but first I have to take a piss. Don't run away...I'll be right back"
When Donnie returned, he straddled my neck, with one well muscled jock-boy thigh on each side of my head. Ordering me to open my mouth. Once I did, he stood up and pointed his huge knob down at my mouth and dribbled some warm piss directly into it. It was just a little, but I was still a bit shocked because it wasn't what I was expecting. "Just a little sample, faggot... I promise to give you the works later tonight...ok?... but you know what? Before we get down to business, tell me how much you enjoyed that." Before I could even open my mouth, Robbie spoke up. "Dude, he's used to that by now, he's already drank gallons of my piss, I mean fuck, when he's around, I don't even bother going to the urinal anymore... I just give him a smirk and point to my crotch... now I plan on training his queer cousin to not only take it... but to beg me for it. Maybe once wrestling season begins, I'll drag him out in back of the school and piss all over him after each wrestling meet... maybe we'll both piss on him... think that'll be cool? Anyways, I'm sure my little bitch here will love the taste of YOUR piss as much as he loves mine." The way Robbie emphasized the word `your' it was no wonder that Donnie was having thoughts about Robbie's need to experiment a little. Looking up into Donnie's eyes, I noticed him looking down at Robbie with a smirk on his face. It was then that I just sighed, thinking that my best bud was just bringing all this shit onto himself.
Still standing over me, straddling my neck, Donnie lifted his deflated love muscle, giving me and Robbie a full view of his large ball sack, as it hovered just a bit directly over my mouth. "Smell good, guys? Here's what I'm gonna let you do Faggot, because you did Such a good job blowing me... I'm gonna let you clean my balls before letting you blow me again... sound awesome? That's cause I'm an awesome dude... You keep giving me those wicked sweet blow-jobs, and I'll be sure to reward you with something special like this...k?" Since Robbie didn't budge, I can safely assume, he didn't catch the part where Donnie asked BOTH of us if WE enjoyed the smell of his balls. Plus I don't get the part where Donnie thinks for even one second that me cleaning his smelly nut-sac was some kind of reward for me. I mean I don't even like the dude. Ok, maybe I am sorta turned on by all his muscles and stuff, but that doesn't mean I like him, or would be happy licking his fucking sweaty balls.
As I laid on the bench looking up at the seventeen year old body builder, bully, he gave me no clue as to what he was about to do next. Backing up a bit till he was straddling my lower abs, he laid himself down on top of me, his huge groin against mine, his awesome chest pressed tightly onto my chest, and his nose brushing mine, he ordered me to open up, and then proceeded to drool gobs of spit into my mouth, continuing to do so... till my mouth cavity was nearly full. "Oooooohhhh fuck yeeeaaaahhh, your mouth looks even hotter filled with my fucking spit. Now swish it all around inside your mouth till I give you permission to swallow it. Then tell me how great Donnie Colello's spit tastes...k?" While swishing it around in my mouth, expecting to get sick from it, I was surprised that the actual taste was not nearly as bad as it was earlier. Like I said, at first the difference in taste surprised me, but then I took into account all the water he drinks, and this dude drinks tons of it. I swallowed the near mouthful of Donnie's fresh spit, and could feel my face contort slightly, as I squinted my eyes. I decided to pretend to like it, so that he wouldn't keep doing it. "It was better than earlier... much better tasting, sir!"
With his face practically touching mine, I could actually see a glimmer in his eyes. "Jeeeze Rob, I truly don't get why you're not happy with this cunt, he's a perfect fag slave, I mean, man, I'm not gonna have a problem using him, and I'm definitely gonna be using his queer mouth at school, that's a fucking given...the only problem is...I wish he lived next door to ME rather than you! There's absofuckinlutely nothing wrong with his attitude or respect, he sure as fuck knows his place, I'll say that. Yeeeaaah, this bitch and me are gonna be having tons of fun together from now on, ain't we queerboy?" Hearing his intentions of having me service him at school, scared the hell out of me. I became instantly afraid of being found out. That was something I haven't had to worry about with Robbie, cause he had already promised me that he would never use me in public, nor would he out me in any way at school, it's been three weeks now since school started, and with the exception of sharing me with his close bud, and partner in crime, he has kept his promise.
Within minutes after I swallowed his spit, Donnie moved back to his standing position with his low hanging balls within a pubic hair of my mouth, and ordered me to begin. "Time to wash my balls, bitch! Get fuckin busy, but first I want you to sniff em real good, then give them a nice sweet wet kiss, each of em. K, faggot?" I knew the rules well by now, thanks to him. So I chose my words carefully. "Sir? May I please sniff your awesome looking nut-sac, then kiss each nut, before washing your entire scrotum area with my tongue?" The smile on Donnie's face was all the proof I needed that he was happy. Even Robbie applauded his friends success in breaking me, and training me proper. "Fucking awesome, dude. I knew if anyone could train him to be the perfect fucking queer slaveboy... it would be you... Awesome fucking job, man... and the night is still young. Just one minor detail though... about using him to blow you or whatever at school??? That's out, dude... sorry, but I promised him, he'd never be used in public... not even if it's done where no one could possibly catch you... k?" Donnie, gave his bud a huge smirk. "Not your call anymore, dude! The agreement was that we'd share him... equally... REMEMBER? ... So if I choose to fuck his face in the fucking cafeteria in front of the whole fucking school... I'll do so... not a fucking thing you can do about it, man! Uh uh, not a damn thing you can do now, but live with it!" I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, I mean I knew that he'd never go to that extreme, making me blow him in front of the whole school, but just the fact that he might use me to blow him, in a bathroom stall at school, was enough to scare the shit out of me. Donnie gave my face a gentle slap, not very hard, just enough to bring me back to earth. "You've got your Masters permission to worship my scrotum, faggot... the entire scrotum and the area ALL AROUND it, now get busy, bitch."
With Donnie's nut-sac so close to my lips, I didn't have to go far to begin worshiping it. I first inhaled the pure, ripe odor from the tough teenage jocks balls, then lifted my head slightly to kiss each huge egg shaped nut. With my nose now brushing Donnie's baby makers, I was able to take in their strong odor immediately. The powerful jock-boy aroma made me a little dizzy and lightheaded, it was definitely intoxicating to say the least. The strong all male smell was like some powerful aphrodisiac, turning me on and arousing me like nothing had ever done before. I felt my semi-hard cock bloom to full mast instantly, turning my face a bright red from embarrassment, and humiliation. I knew that both my best friend Robbie and the tough schoolboy bully could not help but see my dick respond, to what should have been an extremely humiliating and degrading task for me to perform.
I couldn't control my fucking dick, not since the fishing trip. Suddenly I was humiliated to tears, hearing my best friend Robbie's mean comments. "Holy shit, what a fucking little queer you've turned into, look at you, you haven't even pressed your tongue against his balls yet, and you're fucking hard as a rock, you fucking make me sick, bitch!" I then felt a solid punch to my abs, and I knew it was from Robbie. The power punch forced the air from my lungs, and I jolted upwards, with no where to go but face first into Donnie's balls. This of course pissed Donnie off, big time. "What the fuck??? Not with his teeth so close to my balls... YOU FUCKING MORON! What the fuck are you expecting from him anyway? You turn him into a hungry fucking queer... then you beat him cause he gets hard sniffing another dudes balls??? ... You're fucked up... you really are... you know that...asshole?" Donnie then rubbed his balls, I know he wasn't protecting me, he was just totally pissed cause my teeth could easily have done a number on his baby makers. Donnie then ordered me once again to get to work. "Go ahead fag, get busy. Your warm tongue is gonna feel extra nice now!"
Robbie, had no comment to his friends outburst, but I could feel him glaring at me, as I stuck my tongue out and proceeded to thoroughly lick another dudes intoxicating nut-sac clean. It was so weird, as I brushed my tongue over Donnie's smooth huge balls, it was like I couldn't stop, even if I tried. His entire scrotum was like a freaking magnet to my tongue. I somehow felt even more humiliated, knowing that I was actually getting off on this, that I actually wanted to cleanse this muscle-boys balls with my tongue. As degrading as it was, I loved the taste of Donnie's sweat, but more than that... I began enjoying being dominated by him, to a certain extent. I mean I knew that what Robbie brought out in me was fucking weird, making me see myself for the first time in my young life. Showing me that I was actually gay, even though I never ever thought of it, but still, this whole domination thing was scaring the hell out of me. I began licking and even sucking at this tough-boys balls, causing him to purr like a kitten, and then growl like a lion. Sending shivers all through his well muscled body. I looked up at him, wondering what his facial expression was, but his head was thrown back, so I wasn't able to actually see his face.
I continued worshiping Donnie's balls for what seemed like forever, the loud moaning finally came to an end, and I looked up once again to see if he was watching me make love to his nut-sac. I was surprised to see him glaring down at Robbie rather than me, and wondered what was up with that. Then I heard once again, the distingue sound of a hard dick being pounded. Robbie was obviously getting off on the scene taking place before him, ready to let loose another load of cum, for the second time in less than an hour. Then Donnie's voice broke the sound barrier. "You getting off on watching my balls get cleaned?? Wishing it was you laying beneath them... doing the cleaning?? You do know that can be arranged, right? Like I said before... You just gotta ask me real nice... come on, dude... plead with me... and I just might let you swap places with your friend here! Look at them, dude... you have to admit one thing... they're fucking huge, they gotta be... ya know, to hold the wicked large amount of my sweet tasting cum inside em. Look at the faggot slave worshiping them, you know he's fucking loving the taste, he can't even pull his cocksucking mouth away for a second, not even to take a breather. So you know my balls have just gotta taste delicious, you DO wanna take his place... dontcha???" It took Robbie a moment or two to respond. "Shut the fuck up, man... you're beginning to piss me off here." Donnie was persistent, I'll give him that, he even laughed out loud. "Say what you want, dude... but I didn't hear a denial just then! ... only thing is, now... you're gonna have to plead with me just a little bit harder... when you are ready."
Donnie was right, I'd been licking and sucking his nut-sac all over for what must have been nearly twenty minutes without taking a break. But since he never pulled my head away, he must have been loving it as much as I was. Just as that thought passed, Donnie dismounted the weight bench, and walked to the back of my head, pulling it forward, till once again my head was hanging slightly over the edge. "K, watch this... check it out...I'm gonna shove my whole dick down fago's throat in one easy, wicked smooth, thrust. Telling ya, man, if you ever wanna deepthroat someone the very first time? Without waiting till they can take it...this is what ya do. Of course this fag has already deepthroated me... so this don't really count...I just wanna show you how it's done...so get up close here and get a good look...k?" Since Donnie, nearly put my lights out the first time around, I wasn't looking forward to taking his entire shaft again. Taking a stance directly over my face, with my eyes looking directly up at his well muscled tight butt, and his huge balls hanging over my nose, Donnie was ready to give his longtime bud a lesson at having his entire dick deepthroated. He positioned his thick knob at my lips. "Open wide, fago, cause here we grow again."
Having my face fucked for the second time by this tough muscleboy, wasn't nearly as painful as the first time, he was right, from this position, his huge dick just seemed to slide right down into my throat. I also managed to control my gag reflexes a lot better the second time around. He still however fucked my face like it was some whores widely used twat, thrusting in and out of my mouth deep and long, fast and furious. Leaving a few pubes behind, lingering inside my mouth with each long thrust. I wasn't sure if it was just a show for his bud or not, but what difference did it really make, it was me that was taking the abuse. When he was ready to nut, he somehow was able to control it. Withdrawing his throatbasher till the thick knob was less than a half inch from my lips and pointing down at my wide open, wanton mouth. "Pay attention Rob... K, dude, check this out... you're gonna love this... but probably not as much as the fag here is gonna be loving it." Glad that the beating up of my throat was over, I too was wondering what the bully had planned on doing. As I watched, I witnessed the first large wad shoot out of his piss-slit and land directly into my mouth. Donnie was most definitely showing off now, no doubt about it. "Bulls eye...yeeaaah... isn't this fucking wild, dude... you get to see every fucking wad of my cum, before it even fills the faggots mouth... cool huh? You like watching my thick cum, shoot out like that.... dontcha Rob?" Robbie had already started beating his meat for the third time, and wasn't about to stop just to mouth off to his friend.
By the time Donnie was ready for his third and final blow-job, he had already dragged me to the far corner of the room forcing me to kneel in the corner while he stood over me and removed his worn socks from his feet. Then while grinning down at me, he stuffed one of his sweaty socks into my mouth, ordering me to just sit their quietly and suck on it, while he and Robbie shared a private conversation, way over on the other side of the room. I had tried listening in on what was being said, but the conversation taking place was in a soft low whisper. The taste building up in my mouth from the sweat and grime from Donnie's sock ... that he apparently had been wearing since early morning ... was at first making me nauseous, but after a like ten minutes, I began allowing my mind to wonder. I began envisioning the dirty sock being worn on his sexy feet, and immediately began feeling aroused. I then began thinking of the salty taste of sweat, as part of the muscleboys body fluids, and was soon pumping my own dick. When I realized that the piece of material inside my mouth was actually on this hot dudes foot just moments ago, I had one major orgasm. I guess it's obvious by now that this teen bully was beginning to do a number on my mind, I was wicked afraid of him, while at the same time I was beginning to get off on him dominating me. He is definitely a power to be reckoned with, and it became instantly clear that like his friend Robbie, his tough personality got him whatever it was he wanted.
After his private conversation with his bud, Donnie came back and stood over me, his well muscled legs slightly spread. I was surprised to see that his nine and half inch monster dick was already hard and pointing straight outward, which led me to believe that it had been tampered with somehow before it made it's way over to me. Donnie suddenly seemed hornier than before, and was more than ready to release another copious load of his seventeen year old sperm into my mouth. I won't bore you with yet another description of Donnie using my head to service his awesome weapon. But I will tell you how it ended, because I still find it unbelievable myself. Let's just say that if I was afraid of him before, well... after this blow-job... I became even more frightened of him. Not only was it a blow-job from hell, but he continued with it, till I passed out. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked my head onto his hard thick love muscle, and began pumping my mouth and throat, as though he hadn't gotten off all night. His thrusts were harder, and way more painful than the first two times, I knew that for some reason he was really trying to hurt me. When he finally filled my mouth with his copious amount of thick baby batter, he continued giving his power tool short quick thrusts long after I had swallowed his complete load. Then with no warning, while till holding a tight grip of my hair, he gave his thin sexy hips one last thrust all the way home, and held me there, while staring directly into my eyes and giving me a smirk. Somehow I knew at that very moment, he wasn't about to release me, somehow, I knew that he wanted to fuck my lights out, and he did. As the light in my head began getting darker, I heard him ask my best friend. "So, dude... now you get to see the real power of my dick!"
As I remained against the wall, in a kneeling position, clutching and massaging my throat, I over heard the conversation between Robbie and Donnie, taking place across the room. This time the whispering was a bit louder and the words were heated. I know I wasn't meant to hear it, and I'm sure they were assuming I was still asleep. Donnie was bent on fucking me, while Robbie was dead set against it. "No, dude, like I keep saying... I'm not into that scene, when I need to fuck something ... I've got real bitches out there pleading for it... so why would I wanna fuck another dude... ya know? All I really want from these fags is decent head, but hey... having them worshiping me is pretty hot too. I love the feel of my cock in a nice warm mouth, being able to fuck that mouth as hard as I want, being able to feel and hear the choking and gagging as I thrust my whole cock down their throat over and over all the way to my balls. The fucking merciless expression on their face as they fight to breathe, and finally the humiliation they feel when I'm pumping my load, filling their mouth, with my thick copious amount of cum. Telling ya, dude, you just can't get that satisfaction when it's a girl, it has to be another dude., completely under your control.. it just sends a feeling of power all though your body and mind... when you've finished and look down at the pitiful expression on the dudes face... nothing like it, man... nothing in the whole world like it."
Donnie wasn't giving up, he had his own argument for fucking another dude. "OK, now look at it from my side. You say there is nothing like that feeling in the whole world... well here me out. Now I know that like myself, you're a major control freak, you want the whole world on their knees. So Imagine the rush of power flowing through you, while you're on top of another dude, FUCKING his brains out! While he's under you, begging for you to please pull your huge cock out of him... then after you've fucked him hard a couple of times... he's now begging you again... but this time he's begging you to PLEASE fuck him! Now hold that thought for a moment and imagine this scene. It's Anthony Jordan, and you want him to feel the COMPLETE power and control you now have over him. You've already humiliated him by showing him he's weaker than you... then you brought it a notch higher, by turning him into a cock-sucker... humiliating him even more. Now you want him to feel nothing less then TOTAL humiliation... you want him to feel you're full power... so you get on top of him and you fuck his brains out... and you fuck him harder than you've ever fucked any twat. Now imagine the power and control you have over another dude, as the ultimate RUSH is now flowing through your body... you have humiliated him beyond return, once a dude has been fucked by another dude, he'll remember that day for the rest of his life. So whuddaya say, dude? You take Anthony Jordans cherry, and let me have Abes? And, I promise you, that you'll thank me for talking you into it... it'll be just a matter of time... I just know you will."
There was a long pause, as though Robbie was giving this some serious thought before giving his bud an answer. "I don't know, man... I guess I have to say no to this. I mean to me... having another dude sucking my dick is one thing, but sticking my power tool up another dudes ass???? I don't think so... sorry! Besides, I don't want to ruin their lives forever... I just want decent head, and of course humiliating them by having them worshiping my body with their fucking tongue... works pretty good for me too, but the thought of sticking my dick up another dudes ass, dosen't really do anything for me, so I'll pass."
If Robbie thought for one second that his saying no... was the end of the subject... he was dead wrong. Donnie was not going to be denied his strong desire to fuck me, slip away, just because Robbie didn't feel comfortable with the idea. "OK, whatever... you don't wanna fuck em? ... Then I'll be an even happier dude... by taking both cherries." "Noooo, dude.... you don't get it... I'm saying NO for both of us, not just me. Neither one of us will be fucking either one of them... and that my friend is final!"
I knew without even seeing his facial expression that Donnie had to be wicked pissed off by his buds last words, and the angry tone of his voice confirmed my feeling. "Fuck you, dude! You don't tell me who I can fuck and who I can't fuck. Tell ya what... let's arm wrestle... the stronger of us gets his way, plus we settle this bickering between us over which is stronger... whuddaya say? If you prove to be the stronger of us, than you get your way... and I don't get to fuck either faggot... but if I prove to be the stronger one... I fuck em both... and I fuck em as often as I want... as hard as I want... deal?"
Once again there was a long pause. Robbie was put on the spot, if he said no it would look like he was afraid to test his strength against his friend, if he said yes and lost, his friend would not only have tons of control over Robbie's two bitches, but it would also lower Robbie's stature a notch or two. He would once and for all know that his bud was stronger than him, but even worse is that they would BOTH know it. But he was put on the spot, so what could he do? "You're on, let's do it now and get it over with, before the faggot wakes up."
Unfortunately for Robbie, the faggot was already awake, and I wanted to watch this show without being seen. Fortunately, my side of the room was in total darkness, and their side was bright, so I crept a little closer but remained in the dark so I wouldn't be seen. They both knelt at a small table and rested their elbows on top. They stared into each others eyes as they began their quest for power, if not control over the other. I watched as they both gave it their all, straining, gritting their teeth, flexing their guns to the max. But only Robbie had beads of sweat on his forehead. Watching the two tough jocks as they showed off their huge guns was a turn on for me, as the perspiration continued building up on both sets of torsos. Donnie had veins, I hadn't seen up till now. They seemed to be popping up everywhere, his biceps, his forearms, and even his thighs showed a tight vein here and there. The stress was clearly written on both faces, but while Robbies eyes were closed, Donnie's were wide open, he even managed to grin a little. The contest lasted less then fifteen minutes, before Robbie's arm was slowly pressed to the table, causing his friend to smile triumphantly, as he glared into Robbie's eyes. "This might be a surprise to you, dude... but I've known it all along. I've always known that i'm more powerful than you, and now there'll be no more arguments on the subject."
Robbie, being Robbie, NEVER accepted defeat and gave his bud an angry excuse for his loss, demanding another try. "Dude, you only won because I had a wicked cramp, come on... you wouldn't have won otherwise... so I say we go again" Naturally, this pissed off Donnie, he felt he won fare and square, and shouldn't need to prove his strength twice. "You're just a fucking poor loser, dude, always have been... but I'll go another round with ya... I actually enjoy seeing that look of defeat in your eyes... kinda gives me a hard-on...ya know?"
I had mixed emotions about this, once again part of me wanted to see my friend get taught a lesson, but on the other hand, I certainly didn't want to be fucked by that monster cock of Donnie's, nor did I want him feeling that he now had some major control over me, he was just too fucking mean to be in that position. Especially after just fucking my lights out, wanting to deliberately hurt me, suddenly, I didn't want anything to do with him.
The second contest, didn't last as long as the first. Robbie's arm was down long before the ten minute mark. It appeared that Donnie had zapped some of Robbie's strength the first time around, draining much needed power from my friends huge biceps. I watched as Robbie's eyes closed while he tried his best to accept the fact that his bud was more powerful. Donnie, on the other hand gave his friend a huge smirk. "You satisfied, dude... Or do I need to kick your ass all over this room to convince you once and for all?" But, Robbie the defiant one, actually wanted to go one more round, he just couldn't accept that he wasn't stronger than his bud. "Tell ya what... one more round, dude... I know I'm stronger... one more round... k?" Donnie was now beside himself, he wanted to rip Robbie apart and it was obvious by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice. "WHAAAAT? ?? You can't be fucking serious, dude. Why should I have to prove to you three fucking times in a row, that I'm fucking stronger than you...huh??? Why don't I just beat the shit out of you right here right now... would that be proof enough for ya...huh? But ya know what... fuck it... if you want ONE more chance to try and save your fucking ego and pride... you've got it... but this one is final... no more, agreed? One more thing... I win this one? You get down and kiss my fucking dick... right on the head" "I'll tell you what... I'll give you a hand job... but not tonight... I'll owe...k?... But no way...I'm not kissing it, dude." There was again a pause, while Donnie thought it over. "Ok, Deal, but this is it, I won't go a fourth round with you... got it?" "Ya... I won't ask again... if you win, then it's final... I give ya my word."
I felt for Robbie, this had to be difficult for him, all these years convinced that he was top dog at school as well as the neighborhood, and all the while, he really wasn't. I knew my best friend like a book, I could read his mind almost, and this was draining him, emotionally as well as physically. The final test of strength did not go very well for Robbie. His arm was literally slammed to the table top within seconds by an angry Donnie. Then to make matters worse for my friend, Donnie stood up, moved in closer to Robbie and gave him a wicked hard bitch slap. Then before Donnie turned to walk away, he brushed the smelly huge pouch of his jock across his friends face, then waited for a reaction, when there wasn't one, Donnie walked over to Robbie's very private SolaFlex and straddled it with his bare butt pressed into the leather bench, and began adjusting the knobs on the machine to fit his own liking. Robbie never allowed any friend including me, to even sit on the bench, never mind adjust the knobs. So I expected him to fucking freak out, but he remained silent, still kneeling at the small table, as though his mind was on a different planet altogether.
After working out for maybe fifteen minutes, Donnie spoke to his bud, in a defiant voice. "I'm ready to fuck your friends brains out... and I want YOU to watch while I do it!" I waited for some sort of response from my best friend, some sort of last minute rage, any gesture at all to protect me... but there was none. Then while Robbie was watching, Donnie stood up from the machine, ran his open palm over his sweaty well defined pecs, then rubbed that palm over the soft leather of Donnie's favorite work-out machine. I bet he was sorry he invited his good friend over to train me, although still not as sorry as me. To be cont: