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chronicles of a real life fag - chapter 2
at the door, looking up at those 2 godly men in front of me, my mind was racing with all the anxious and raunchy possibilities. did he figure it out? did he catch me stare at his crotch just a bit too long? is he finally here to beat me up for being a faggot? & why is that kinda hot?
i took a second to readjust, smiled politely and said "hey, come in!! welcome." ramsey nodded & walked right in and the other man followed him, without even looking at me as he pushed past me. we also have a strict no-shoe policy at home, and i let out a little croak when they entered with their big dirty shoes, "oh plea-" but they just continued walking. without even asking, they head directly to my room, leaving me surprised that ramsey even remembers which one's mine.
i follow them, utterly confused as to what is going on and who the other guy is. i walk in to find them already sitting on the L-shaped couch, man-spreading, of course. for a quick second my mind flashed an image of me kneeling in between their legs, looking up at them, hungrily, desperately, while they share a laugh. but his voice snaps back to reality: "this is my friend mason, he was hanging out with me downstairs"
"nice to meet you, mason" i reply politely with a smile, glancing towards him. he looks at me with a somewhat deadpan face, his hand on his beard, and nods at me. normally i'd think that's rude, but coming from a man like him, it sent a little tingle down to my clit.
"so, i wanted to ask you for a favor" ramsey says, giving me a very slight, yet cheeky smile. it was kind of his signature thing, his devilish smile that can't be clocked by adults, preserving his pristine image.
my eyebrows involuntarily rise, a bit shocked at a man of his social standing asking a favor of me. he could get anything or anyone he wanted. and he knew that. can't say i wasn't intrigued. i slowly nod, looking a bit confused, and side-eying mason, cause again...why is he here?
-"so i know you're good friends with Nel at school, right?"
-"yeah, she's a good friend of mine"
the confusion in my head only grows. i didn't even know that seniors gave any thought to students below them.
-"good, good. do you know if she's talking to anyone right now?"
-"i mean, i was just on the phone with her & our other friend Tess.."
-"no dumbass, like romantically...is she talking to someone"
i hear a light snicker from mason, which is a sign of life on his part. but also, a bit tantalizing; his first contribution is making fun of me. twistedly, i did not hate that.
-"oh, i mean...no, not that i know of. she was talking to this other guy in our class, kaleb, but things are over now. he's childish lowkey"
-"perfect, that's what i wanted to hear. cause i want her. and that's where YOU come in...you're going to sweet talk me to her like your life depends on it. sell me like i'm the guy who gave you his kidney."
i'm not sure what exactly my facial expression was at that moment. cause internally, i was mad. or jealous. or both at the same time. i was so mad at this bitch Nel, for seducing my man. and i was so jealous that he was pursuing her. her tiny little frame, and high squeaky voice. suddenly, i hated her!
this whole evening, i was building up those imaginary scenarios of him using me to his pleasure, allowing me to service his dick, show him i'm his for the taking. but apparently, this was all about Mel.
i tried to quickly put on a neutral expression, and with a flat voice said "oh..that's something." i think that reply must've caught him off-guard, cause he suddenly had his eyebrows raised and eyes open a bit more widely. i knew i threw him off, and i felt a bit brave. i took my chance and said "well, i could do that...but i don't see what's in it for me", looking him right in the eye, with a sly little smile. i might be a faggot, but at heart, i'm still a bratty gay teenager, and that's bound to come through.
he chuckled a bit, and shot me another one of his devious smiles. it's kind of like he saw that coming. i could never be a step-ahead of him.
"i had a feeling you'd ask that. and i'm not a monster-" he glances to his side, exchanging a smile with his friend "of course, you'll get something in return."
-"and what might that be?"
i couldn't believe my eyes. he unfolded his arms and brought his hand down to his crotch area, giving it a good rub. and as he was doing that, he kept his gaze at me. watching me follow his hand, and noticing my eyes slightly widen at the act. "i'm sure you'll be quite happy with your prize"
i gave a nervous laugh and said "i'm not sure what you mean hahah.." after all, i couldn't risk him finding out im gay. or that i wanted him.
"cut the bullshit. i know what you are. and i know what you want. i've seen you in the bus ogling at my dick, hoping to catch a glimpse. i knew you were a fag the moment i heard your voice. that's no voice of a man."
"i'm n-" i start to protest by my voice gives out. i'm so nervous i cannot find the words to make up a lie. "it's not like that"
-"then what?"
i just stare at the floor, noticing how big his feet are. no reply.
"exactly, that's what i thought. don't worry tho, your secret is safe with me...well, us."
i look up to see both of them share another sly look, and i'm entirely confused. everyone around here is homophobic. how are they okay with that. "y-you're not homophobic?"
a roaring laugh comes from both of them. "no we definitely are hahah. you're just a lot more useful to me right now than a exposing-a-fag story in school."
in that moment, all the hope within me vanishes like thin air. there goes any chance of having his dick. it's just me and my fantasies.
but still, i was confused...how would i be useful to him if i won't serve him. so, i asked "how am i useful to you...other than, you know, the Nel thing"
"good question, faggot. mason here has experience with putting queers like you to good use."
with that, mason snaps his fingers twice, and points his finger to the floor between his legs. i look at him, fully exasperated, and glance at ramsey, who only looks at me a devilish grin and nods towards the floor.
in my head, that moment in time feels like an hour. i'm thinking how badly i want to jump to the floor in an instant. but also, doing that confirms to them that i'm nothing but a fag. and although they said they know, there's currently no "incriminating" evidence against me. i can't have ramsey, and this random man, know my biggest secret that could ruin my whole life.
but something in my brain switches, the fag hormones kick in, and i'm suddenly not thinking about my future. a man just commanded me to kneel in front of him. and i'm still on the bed.
within a split-second, i'm on the floor. on my knees, between mason's legs, his large thighs surrounding, my eyes fixed on his crotch. ramsey leans back, and lets out a small sigh, watching the scene unfold.
mason puts his hand on my chin and raises my head to meet his, looking up at his beautiful, rugged face, and staring right into his eyes. he smirks a bit and shoves me back to the floor. it felt effortless on his part, but the impact sent me to the ground. my face was right next to his big shoes.
"take them off"
hesitantly, i look up at him and then back at ramsey to check if he's watching this. indeed, his eyes are on me, encouraging me to do what i'm told. i get back on my knees to start taking of mason's shoes, but he uses his other leg to push me back down to the floor. "i didn't say get up. i said take them off."
laying with my stomach flat to the floor, my face right in front of his shoes, i raise my hands to untie his laces and start to pull his first shoe off. instantly i'm hit with a pungent smell of sweat, fabric and feet which i'm not usually a fan of. but coming from this beautiful sexy hunk of a man, i slightly enjoy it. i move to the other one and catch a glimpse of his shoe size...47. my heart skips a beat, my brain jumping straight to his dick size cause you know what they say....
i take the other shoe and set it on the floor, looking up back at mason, honestly feeling a bit terrified but also exhilarated.
"smell them" and he slightly brings his feet closer to my face. instantly i plunge my nose to his feet, taking in all those scents, and feeling his huge feet beneath the fabric. i actually don't have a foot fetish, and frankly sometimes they disgust me. but being at his feet, worshipping them as my altar, felt like the only right thing. after a few minutes of intense foot worship, my brain already buzzing off the pheromones from this man's feet, he gently slaps my face with his foot to signal for me to stop.
i'm back up on my knees, and my eyes meet his, but i immediately glance back to the ground because it felt like the right thing to do. he looks at ramsey and asks "soo...what do you think then? good enough?"
i'm confused as to what he means by that cause i didn't know i was being put to test. but mason's reply just confused me more: "i'm sure any interaction with a real man would send his fag brain into frenzy, but... how about you show him just how generously we reward a good faggot that does what it's told."
"well shit cause im in the mood to do some damage" says mason, glancing at me with a mischievous, and somewhat scary, look in his eyes.
he grabs me by my collar and shoves my face into his crotch, using one hand to hold my head there as deep as possible. im so caught off guard and the rough texture of the jeans is a bit scratchy on my face, but im in heaven. after adjusting, i start moving my head around, trying to sniff as much as possible, secretly hoping mason would squeeze my head with his thick, muscular thighs.
"damn rams he's excited, look at him sniffing around" says mason with his deep voice, leaving me a bit embarrassed but nonetheless incredibly turned on. i hear ramsey give a slight chuckle in the background
he lifts my head up and locks his eyes into mine: "do you want it?" i nod and break our eye contact, looking down ashamed. a small slap on my face to bring my eyes back up to his: "uh-uh faggot. that's not going to be good enough.."
"yes please?" i say, a bit unsure of what exactly i must say to get the thing i want the most in this moment..."still not good enough" he says placing his hand on his package that's already growing, rubbing it through his jeans. "tell me...what are you? and what do you want?"
the heat rushes to my face and i gulp, i can't believe i have to say this out loud, and in front of ramsey too. but i'm knee-deep (literally) in now. i open my mouth, my voice lower than before and say "i'm a faggot...and i want your cock...Sir". i added the Sir cause it felt like the right thing to do. his face breaks into a smile and he slaps my face playfully saying "goood boy", which makes my rock hard clit twitch in my pants.
he signals with his head to me towards his crotch, allowing me to take of his jeans. i reach my hands towards his belt, trembling from the excitement and the nerves, and i start undoing it. i unbutton his pants and slowly bring the zipper down, revealing a dark blue boxer. he lifts his body up from the couch so i can take his pants all the way off.
seeing him sit back on the couch, with his huge muscular thighs almost fully exposed, his heavy package sitting just right, i couldn't believe that this was happening in my room right now.
he nods, again signaling that i'm allowed to continue, and i immediately dive my face into his heavy-looking bulge, feeling the heat emancipated off it. im rubbing my face all over it, trying to take in as much of that manly smell as possible. something about that sweaty smell of balls, makes me go hazy. and mason, a real man with huge...everything, certainly has got a lot of that fag-drug. he smells amazing, far more pungent & manly than i've ever smelled down there (sometimes im too desperate for that smell that i stick my hand in my underwear and bring it to my nose - but it's never this satisfying).
i start using my mouth, kissing his package and trying to suck his growing dick through the fabric. like a dog hunting for a bone. you'd think i've done this a million times before, with the way i'm acting - zero shame and restraint. but when ive spent years fantasizing about this happening, i'm not wasting any moment.
after a few minutes of me worshipping his bulge while he lays back, basking in his glory, he's had enough of the vanilla. he slaps my head, making me stop and look up at him.
all he had to do was nod. and i knew what it meant. one look from this man was enough for me to know that i'm about to get destroyed.
i slowly remove the waistband and pull it down, exposing a forest of pubic hair (bush would really be an understatement...). the smell gets more intense, making me only more excited to take off the rest. his cock escapes from his trunks, landing with a thud on his well-defined stomach.
in case you haven't already guessed it....he's huge. like HUGE huge. 9 inches, with a good girth to it - which makes sense cause he's generally a huge guy. but still...it caught me off-guard. i was star-struck - just staring at his dick with my mouth wide-open, in complete shock. my little 3-inch nob did not stand a chance in front of his monster meat. i suddenly had this fear of them seeing me naked and realizing just how tiny i am. especially if what mason's see his whole life is this fucking donkey dick...
"less staring, more sucking faggot."
and i snapped out of my trance, looked up at him briefly, mouth still hanging open, then i leaned forward. as my tongue was about touch his pink tip, he pulled his dick away.
"eyes on me."
i lock my eyes into his and move my mouth towards his huge cock. i put the tip in my mouth, instantly flooded with heat coming off of his dick. all while he stares down into my eyes with the most powerful look. and somehow, it was powerful. that stare-down, as he was the first man to ever put his cock in my mouth, was him signaling to me: "i own you now. you're no longer a man. just a faggot for me to use."
and use me he did. not even a few seconds after my mouth touched his cock, his hand was already on my head forcing me to go deeper. and deeper i went. i was trying to accommodate as much of his length into my mouth, but it was my first time and my mouth was inexperienced. after a few minutes of trying, i had around 7 inches of him shoved in my throat. and his hand was still on my head, with a steady pressure. at first, he was silent, focusing on getting as deep as he could down my throat. but soon after, he got vocal - deep groans and moans were escaping his mouth, a little slap here and there to encourage me downward. and then he upgraded to words: "finally got a man in you huh faggot? like how it feels?" "deeper, deeper you fucking queer.""yo rams, how does he look with my dick stuffed in his face? hahah"
the mention of ramsey snaps me back to reality - in my complete entrancement with mason, i had totally forgotten that ramsey was sitting behind us, watching me lose every ounce of dignity to a man i did not know 30 minutes ago.
i slowly slide my mouth upwards and mason allows me by easing his hand grip on my head. i let his cock out of my mouth and a streak of spit and saliva form between his cock and mouth, keeping us connected. i look back, to see ramsey sitting back, watching me and enjoying the show. i can make out an outline of his hard-on pressed against the fabric of his jeans. "are you enjoying yourself? i knew this what you were meant to do the moment i saw you. look at you now, proving me right"
i look down, ashamed of the state i'm in - on my knees between two men, mouth covered with spit, face reeking of feet, sweat and dick. but no time for that as mason is already forcing me down his shaft again: "ready to go all the way, fag?"
my eyes widen as he holds my head in place and starts face-fucking me with a speed and force that i thought might break my jaw. but with each thrust, i felt his cock head piercing new levels down my throat, opening me up more and more. the look in his eyes was animalistic, i thought he was looking through me, rather than at me. and with no warning whatsoever, he stops the face-fucking and pulls my head downward so harshly, that within a split second, i find my nose buried in his bush. the feeling of his entire cock lodged down my throat is so uncomfortable and i start to feel my gag reflux coming, but the smell of his bush is the pleasure in all this pain. at that moment i think of all the loads he must've shot and drooped down to his bush, nurturing this forest of pubic hair, making it the most-effective faggot capturing entity. it seemed like i was down there forever, when he finally pulled out of me, tears were running down my face and a mixture of snot and saliva were forming around my nose.
"thaaat's what i like to see...good boy working hard to take me all the way" says mason with a slight smile and his deep voice. as if that assault was not enough for me, i found myself immediately rushing back to put his cock back in my mouth, trying to take him fully again. i almost get there, but i need a little push from him - which he eagerly provides and holds my head there for at least a minute...i slide back all the way to the top and start making love to his dick. kissing and sucking the head, sliding my tongue all the way up and down, looking him in the eye as he leans back and puts his hands above his head.
balls. so much balls. stupid me got too excited about his massive cock that i forgot to show all my love to his balls. i dive down immediately and start kissing them, taking each one in my mouth, and then both. more saliva, more spit, and more making out with this man's testicles as if they're the hottest guy at a party. he clearly likes it cause his moans are only getting louder, and more breathy.
"you like this dick boy?." i moan in reply as he slaps his cock on my face, dragging it all over my cheeks, forehead, nose, and mouth. it stretches across my entire face, from chin to forehead. and i am in nirvana, getting dick slapped by a hot alpha man.
"fun's over, bitch boy"
he takes the lead, holds my head in place and restarts face-fucking me like im a flesh light for his massive fuckmeat. and all i can do is sit there and take it. i feel him going faster and faster, intensity only becoming rougher, and i know it's coming. he's going to flood my throat with his cum, rivers of potent semen just flowing down my mouth. but just before he's about to unload, he pulls his cock out of my mouth, and with no warning, just starts shooting ropes and ropes of thick, warm cum all over my face. it lands on my forehead, cheeks, nose, mouth, and one huge splatter all over my eye. as he's shooting, animalistic moans are coming out of his mouth, like a primal caveman, hunting a bear.
except he's hunting a faggot. and that faggot is now on the floor, face completely covered in cum, watching speechless as he gets up, puts on his boxers & pants, and begins to leave the room.
"wait..." ramsey says. he turns around, looking at him expectantly.
"what do you say, faggot?" ramsey addresses me.
i look at ramsey, suddenly realizing he's seeing my face completely painted in white cum, some of it dripping down already. i look to mason and say "thank you, Sir". he looks at me blankly, and turns away to leave. ramsey gets up and follows suit, calling from the hallway: "work on Nel, faggot!" and i hear the door slam shut.
i stay in that position for about 10 minutes, on my knees, cum-covered, trying to process what the fuck just happened.
author's note: hey, finally finished part 2, it took a while but it's lengthy. happy to hear your thoughts on it. thank you to everyone who reached out to me from part 1, i loved reading your messages. keep them coming!! i have a lot of fun ideas for taking this story further. sorry for the spelling/grammar mistakes -i can't be bothered to re-read it and edit.
& for those asking whether the stories are true or not....well - a little bit of both ;)
please send me ur thoughts & feedback on hprivtting77@gmail.com
xx, sammy.