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In Part 1, Dennis and Joey accosted fellow high schooler Pete on his way home from a religious class. They bullied him into Dennis's basement, where Pete is forced to reenact giving Dennis a blowjob, which he had done years earlier when they were younger teenagers. We pick up the story there.
By Dudley Jarvis-North
My belly is full of Dennis's cum as I lift myself off the dirt floor and gather myself. I make a move toward the stairway that leads out of the basement when Joey blocks my progress. "Where do you think you're going?" he sneers. Dennis, his dick still hanging out of his briefs, lets out a laugh.
"C'mon, guys," I whine. "I gotta get home. You had your fun."
"Fat chance," Joey says. "You still have work to do. Watching you slobber over Dennis's dick made me horny."
Joey pushes me to the floor and grabs my ears. He is powerfully built and rougher with me than the more slender Dennis. Joey is 6-1, 190 pounds, broad shoulders and big thighs. He is Italian and looks it -- black hair and eyes, Nixonian scruff. Thick hair tufts out of his white T-shirt (he has shed his black leather motorcycle jacket). His furry arms look very working class. Joey's nose is large but straight and he has a dark unibrow over his piercing eyes. His voice is commanding. I decide to make the most of it. I had always liked Joey's looks, but his loudness and general obnoxiousness turn me off.
He looks down at me and then at Dennis. "This guy was born to suck cock. And my dick needs sucking." Dennis plays along. "He's yours, Joey. Use him the way I did."
I am in no position to object. I just want to get Joey off and go home.
"Unbuckle my belt," he commands. Unbutton my Levi's and pull them down.
I get his jeans down to his ankles and stare at his tightey-whiteys -- the elastic band with red piping announces they are Hanes. He looks so hot with his hairy thighs trailing from his legs and his stomach framing the band. He raises his T-shirt and shows off a mass of stomach hair. Until now I hadn't gotten past Joey's insufferable personality to see how sexy he is. Now, on my knees, that is obvious.
With his hands on the back of my head, he pulls me into his briefs -- their heat and fragrance hit my face. I'm not sure exactly what the smell is, but I like it. I suspect he has been wearing his Hanes for many days and they have absorbed every one of his mansmells.
Joey orders me to use my mouth to grip the elastic band and pull them down.
I am no longer in any hurry to get home. I want to see what lies beneath the large bulge. I use my teeth, push down one side, then the other and eventually there it is in focus -- a full crotch of thick black hair crowning the most beautiful dick I have ever seen.
Like Dennis's, it is 7 inches long. But unlike Dennis's, it is beer-can thick and uncircumcised, the skin stretching over a crown and extending almost an inch beyond it. This is a long foreskin in front of me. A vein climbs from the base through his skin. I can't stop staring, and Joey picks that up.
"You love Joey's Italian dick, don't you," he brags as he pulls on his skin. I nod. Tell me how much you love it."
"It's beautiful," I say.
"Tell Joey what you want to do with his dick."
"Fuck," I answer, "can't we just get on with it?" More than I ever wanted anything, I want to skip the lame questions and taste Joey's dick. I already love the smell. As I put my nose closer, I am struck by how different he smells from Dennis's Irish Spring scent. Joey's is stronger, sweatier -- a piercing combination of elements that make an uncut dick smell like an uncut dick and sweaty balls overwhelm one's nostrils.
I'll do whatever it takes to get it in my mouth, even playing Joey's ego games.
"Yes, Joey, I want it in my mouth."
"Do you like how thick Joey is?
"It's thick, Joey."
You want to smell it, don't you?"
"I want to, yes."
Then glue your nose to the opening. But don't put your mouth on the head yet."
I play along, even though his using the third person to refer to himself is a total turnoff.
Joey pulls the skin back just a tad and tells me to sniff it.
"It smells ripe," I murmur.
"Because it is, and you're going to clean it."
I had sucked off uncut guys in the balcony of the Strand theater, but Joey's dick is bigger, its scent headier. I wonder what is under the skin that creates that pungent odor. I can't just be trapped stale piss.
I don't have to wait long to find out. Joey pulls his skin all the way back and I behold his meaty head. Freed from its skin prison, it flares out from the shaft deliciously. I look closer and see what causes his fragrance, the hidden treasure beneath.
There are white specks on the head and a band of white paste around the folds. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm going to find out how it tastes.
Joey sticks his finger along the head and uses his finger to scoop up a dollop of white stuff.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," he orders. He rubs the substance onto my tongue as if he's spreading peanut butter on bread.
It sits on my tongue.
I smack my lips and it melts. I taste something that reminds me of imported cheese. It's strong, almost overwhelming, but it has made me hard in my pants. Joey adds more to my tongue.
"You seem to love Joey's pecorino," he taunts. "I knew you would. Now lick my dirty dick."
I lather his crown and taste him. What seemed gross at first turns into something else. The more I taste it, the more I love it. These specks have awakened something wild inside me. He uses his fingers to pull his foreskin back all the way. My mouth goes on the attack.
I use my saliva to clean him up and gradually I taste precum seeping out.
Dennis, watching intently behind me, smacks the back of my head and blurts out, "Pete, you are an unbelievable pig. I can't believe you are eating his filthy dick."
I ignore him and finish cleaning the white material off Joey's dick. I'm now ready to take his entire penis in my mouth.
"Joey grabs my head and begins to pump his tool in and out of my mouth.
"Open your throat for Joey. He wants to fuck it."
I control my breathing as best I can and slowly let him take me, inch by inch.
I love the rubbery feeling of his foreskin sliding over his dickhead in and out of my mouth. It's so different from a circumcised dick. As much as I appreciate Dennis's beautiful mushroom cap, an uncut dick has a stronger flavor and more to work with.
I resolve to do my best to make Joey happy. I pull on his foreskin and dart my tongue inside. He is moaning with pleasure as my tongue rubs inside his skin.
I use my lips to full advantage and surrender my throat to the will of Joey. I had not had so thick a dick in my mouth and I concentrate on relaxing my throat muscles, even as my lips and tongue actively slurp on his 7-incher.
After a few minutes, I feel him tense up, and hear the inevitable and satisfying "ahhh, fuck, don't stop" as he grabs the back of my head and fills me with cum. I feel my cheeks expand to accommodate his giant load.
It's a challenge to keep most of his cum in my mouth. Some has oozed out of the sides and has dribbled onto my chin.
Joey grabs my head. "Swallow Joey's seed. He wants all of his load in your stomach." He uses his finger to push the cum on my face back into my mouth. "Your mouth is so much hotter than those bitches I let suck my dick," he says, which I take as a compliment.
He pulls his dick out, pulls back the skin and checks it. "You cleaned Joey good. No trace of cheese in there. No cum either. Good work."
Dennis is enjoying watching, but abruptly tells Dennis he's going outside for a smoke. "I'll be back in 10 minutes. You gave our little cocksucker friend all he can handle," he says and heads up the stairs.
As my knees are tired, I move to get up, hoping that I'll be released. Both of them have shot their loads in my mouth after-all.
"Hold on, cowboy." Joey grabs my shoulders and pushes me back onto my knees..
"I need to piss. Drank too much beer."
"You can use the toilet upstairs in Dennis's apartment," I say helpfully. "His parents are asleep by now. You know where it is."
"I know where that toilet is, but I want to use this toilet right here."
I am completely confused.
He clears things up.
"You love Joey's cum so much; I think you'll love drinking his piss,"
I am panicking now. No way did I expect anything like that. "No, Joey, that's disgusting. You can pee upstairs. Let me go."
"Shut up. Joey pisses wherever he chooses. And he chooses your mouth." And he rubs the puckered dick head on my lips and gives me an intimidating look. He's such a prick.
"No way, man. Gross. I don't want anybody's piss on me or in me."
Joey ignores my protests and pushes his dick onto my closed lips. "I bet you're thirsty. I have a drink for you. It's almost like beer. You're going to love it," he teases me. "Open up, Pete, or you'll be wearing piss all over your shirt and pants. How are you going to explain that to your mother?
I look down onto the floor and ponder what to do.
"I said open -- now."
I open my mouth and after 30 seconds of anxiety I feel his stream splash inside. It's warm and weirdly feels more like I'm on a head trip than performing a sexual act. The level of domination in letting a guy piss in my mouth is beyond anything I've ever done. I envision a glass filling up under a water faucet. Except the glass is my mouth and the faucet is a dick. I let Joey's juice sit in my mouth, trying to gauge what to do. I wonder if he'll mind if I spit it on the floor.
I am presented with a different choice. "You better not spill any of Joey's piss or you'll be licking it off the floor."
I swallow and am surprised that it's not horrible. Maybe all the beer he drank has cut the acrid taste I expected. It's tangy and salty for sure, a slight vitamin taste, unlike anything I had ever drunk.
"Good boy," Joey says. I had to go so bad I thought I'd piss my pants. I love watching my piss arc into your mouth. You ready for more?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. This time his stream fills my mouth faster. He stops the flow and gives me time to swallow. When my mouth is empty, he streams out more but stops repeatedly to let me swallow. This goes on for about 10 mouthfuls. Finally, Joey has emptied himself and I feel bloated. My mouth has this odd metallic taste.
Now, more of his ego games.
"What do you say to Joey for graciously letting you drink his piss?"
I remain silent until he smacks me on the side of the head.
"Say, `thank you, Joey, for giving me your piss.' "
"Can I go home now?" I say.
He again smacks me, "Say it, Pete, or else."
I indulge him.
"Thank you, Joey, for letting me drink your piss."
"Joey says, `You're welcome.' Joey wants to know if you love being his piss pig."
I'd say almost anything to get him to stop talking about himself in the third person.
"Yes, I do," I say.
We hear Dennis come down the stairs, and he's surprised I'm still there. "What's up, Bro? I see our little friend hasn't left. What's going on?"
Joey pulls up his Hanes briefs. While I'm eager to go home, I will miss looking at his hairy crotch, big balls and fat penis.
"OK, Pete, you can scram now. But I expect to see you back here tomorrow night at 9," Joey barks. "If you don't show up, we'll hunt you down."
He looks at Dennis and says, "I want to repeat what I did to Pete while you were outside smoking a cigarette. It's a little different from a blowjob, but it feels almost as good."
Dennis gives him a quizzical look but Joey wants to keep Dennis in suspense.
"We're going to do another reenactment. And you'll be joining in. We'll drink a lot of beer first."