Don't read this if you aren't of legal age to view this where you live. It contains sexually explicit material. All names, places, and events are entirely fictional, and any similarities to real-life events are entirely coincidental.
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After a few hours of the house party I needed a break.
It being 45 degrees outside, true to Texas form everyone was inside, the parkas piled up by the side of the door. The air was crisp and I was coming down off of molly. I lit a cigarette and paced the slab behind the house.
Damn, it felt good to stretch my legs, the night was gorgeous. People really seemed to like me, I danced with a lot of people, even if it was mostly girls. Pickings were slim, but that's ok, I looked amazing.
My favorite corduroy skinny pants and big (for me) skate shoes. I still fit best in a boy's large t-shirt. Nothing like being between bodies, lights flashing, you don't even mind being bumped into. Though it can be a bit scary if a straight guy takes too much of an interest, I don't think I look like a girl, but I've been called pretty. Never know how they'll react. Ah fuck, why do you have to dredge up all that stuff whenever someone touches you, C.J. If everyone is their own best friend, I'm in pretty bad shape.
Ugh. Ecstasy really threw me down the stairs after a while. It almost wasn't worth it.
Sure smells like weed, I thought to myself. Wish I had some.
It was coming from one side of the house. Hell, maybe they'll share.
A slightly overgrown path led me through some gardenia shrubs where a yellow motion sensor light illuminated a bench and the source of the smoke.
He was just staring at the planks of the fence, but he was gorgeous. Panty dropper they call it. Dark relatively straight hair, tall, he languorously sprawled on the bench. Big hoodie on broad shoulders, his long fingers with black fingernails delicately holding a joint.
I must have made some noise, because he looked in my direction. Really stunning face, a bit heavy lidded, what looked like brown eyes and heavy eyebrows. Pale skin and puffs of condensation forming at his full lips.
"Uh, sorry," I squeaked, my knees a bit shaky," didn't know anyone was over here."
"Fuck you, you liar," he sneered," you came looking for whatever I was smoking, you little queer."
"Fuck you too," I replied indignantly," usually people aren't such dickbags when they're high. Unless your whore mother died, there's no excuse."
"Oh yea, I'm sure you're real friendly when you bum off strangers. Probably suck their dicks while hoping they don't mess up your emo faggot hair, you vapid little cunt. Don't think I didn't see you staring at me."
He seemed to be getting pissed. I shouldn't let my mouth run off. He stood up, he must have been around 6'2".
"Shit, forget about it, sorry man," I equivocated as I backed up," I'll just..."
I couldn't finish what I was saying because I tripped and fell into the bushes. Panic and sticks stabbing into me. I flailed around, grabbing frantically at anything I could.
Hands reached under my armpits and pulled me out onto my feet. He was laughing, that prick. I couldn't even look at him. I just stared at the ground, feeling like I wanted to cry.
"Haha haha hah...," he finally managed to stop giggling, and started off the leaves and dirt on my clothes," I was just bullshitting you. You're too scrawny to get into fights. Who are you, somebody's kid brother?"
"I'm just a friend of Catherine's, I was at the party," I pouted," I'm 17."
He reached back over to the bench and then lifted my chin up. "Here, blow on that," he put a joint up to my mouth.
I took a drag and looked him in the eyes. He had brown eyes and a big grin.
"There we go," he said, taking a drag himself then sitting down," Join me. What's your name?"
I sat down, feeling awkward but not so humiliated. "C.J., yours?"
"Woah listen, just because you'll give that kind of information for free doesn't mean I have to," he chided," Makes me wonder what else you give out for free."
"I'm certainly not gonna suck your dick because you gave me a puff on your joint and helped me out of some shrubs," He was laughing again," You brought it up! And what kind of asshole wont tell somebody his name?"
"I dunno, can I ask yours?"
"My name? I already told you my name!"
"Nah brah, your asshole."
I fucking blushed. Was he coming onto me or was this just banter? I know I'm not exactly fooling anyone, I fairly slink around, but most straight guys will only joke this way with other straight guys.
"Doesn't have a name," I dared," What's yours? The Panama Canal?"
"Here, take another hit before I have to throw you back in the bushes."
We sat a while, smoking, bullshitting, sitting out in the cool air. Weed calms me down like nothing else, and his was pretty decent.
It wasn't subtle when he started rubbing the crotch of his jeans. By then I was fairly drooling. This was the sexiest guy I'd ever met.
"Uh, well, you know we could get a little more comfortable...," I mentioned, at least attempting to sound coy."
"Oh really," He said, grinning," show me how comfortable I can get."
Fuck, you only live once, I thought. I hopped off the bench and got on my knees in front of his wide stanced hips.
I kept my eyes on his, or more like he kept his on mine. I felt incredibly submissive, those eyes swallowed me up. He had a slight 5'o'clock shadow that pulled tight againts his gorgeous jawline when he pushed his chin up.
He had a heavy belt buckle and I fumbled nervously at his pants button. When I got it undone and pulled apart his fly I began to see what I had signed myself up for.
He was really huge, the red plaid of his boxers hid what looked like a cucumber. I guess I was gaping because he gave me a light tap on the top of the head.
"Put that open mouth to good use," he commanded," I know it isn't your first since you jumped on it so fast."
I gulped and put my lips to the covered monster. The boxers were salty, especially near his head where he must have been practically jetting precum. His erection strained the roominess of the underwear and his waistband was lifted an inch off his pelvis.
After nursing on it for a while I pulled down the front of his boxers. Once I released it I got a face full of cock. Pulling back I got a good look.
It was gorgeous. Long, perfectly porportioned and as thick as a Red Bull can. His foreskin just barely covered his head and prominent veins ran along it's length. A robust black bush and balls the size of golf balls rounded out the package.
An earthy spicy musk filled my nose. I gingerly put my mouth to the head and started tonguing his forskin. He tensed up and shifted a bit in his seat. I moved with him and started going further down on his dick. I'd go down, then come up, go down a little further.
As my skills revealed themselves by my increasing descent down his shaft. His eyes got wid as I reached the beginning of my throat and slowed down, gradually stretching my throat muscles out. The angle wasn't the best, his cock at rest pointed upwards and was curveless, but I managed.
I got into a rhythm and started sucking, licking the underside and humming, he was writhing.
"Fuck you motherfucking bitch," he gasped," Fucking amazing..."
I fairly swelled with pride, and he seemed to be swelling too. My jaw really started to hurt. I've sucked a few cocks, but not regularly enough to handle this with ease.
I pulled back and worked his head and began to work his shaft with my hands. He slowly seemed come out of whatever ecstatic trance he'd been in and grabbed the hair on the back of my head.
"You're good, but you fucked up your chance. Hold the fuck on."
He pushed me down as far as I'd been going before and slapped my hands away. He pulled me up and pushed me down. It was all I could do not to teeth him and grab a puff of air through my nose.
He was really getting into it, his hips bucking up to meet the unrelenting pushing down of my skull. Things were increasingly uncomfortable for me but I was nearly hypnotized by the power of it and I thought myself a piece of meat.
A worsening pain in my jaw and an aching throat caused tears to well up. My cock, still in my pants was hard as ever.
He started to get frantic and I thought relief would come until he closed my nostrils between his forefinger and powerful thumb. I was already oxygen deprived and I began to see stars. I was paralyzed, I doubt I would have been able to do anything, but my arms just dangled limp at my sides.
Halos encircled my vision and nearly ushered me into unconsciousness when he let go my nose. I gasped desperately. It was however, the exact moment he came and cum came rushing into my windpipe. I felt convulsive for a few seconds, my throat muscles unable to do anything while he held me there. He finally released me and I fell to the ground.
I was choking, gagging and sneezing at the same time. I kneeled and just oozed and spurted cum out of my nose and mouth onto the concrete. It burned my nostrils and never seemed to end. It did though and I began to breathe normally, save for a hiccup and a few sobs.
Managing to rise on unsteady feet, I cast a wary look over at...well who? My assailant? My master? A nightmare?
Whoever he was his pants we still undone, his still impressive soft cock dripping on his thigh. A wide open spaced out smile lay across his face and his eyes looked right through me into the night.
I just stood there. My mind was blank, I didn't know what I could do with any of what had happened.
I don't know how long it was until he stood up. Some inner voice told me to run, to get help, or just take a single step back, but I couldn't listen.
He grabbed my sleeve along with my arm and wiped the cum and spit and snot off my face. Then, incredibly, he bent over and kissed me. A savage kiss, biting of lips and invading tongue. How else would such a brute kiss?
When it was over he brought himself back up and looked at me with those hungry eyes and said;" I like to play with broken toys."