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Going Down on Donny-9 (t/t) (Oral) (Humil)
By Daniel
I saw trouble coming after closing time.
Hank had grilled one of his famous Chicago dogs for me and started counting out the register. I often complained about Hank and his sweatshop, but the old fart always made sure I was well fed when I worked nights, and I appreciated his generosity. I doctored my hotdog with extra mustard, topped it off with a pile of onions, and stuffed my face with the juicy wiener.
"You might want to chew it a few times before you stuff any more in your mouth," said Hank. "You're gonna choke on it."
I ignored Hank and scarfed down another monster bite while keeping an eye on three guys coming down the sidewalk. As they approached, I scrambled for the "closed" sign and stuck it in the take-out window.
Hank has a rule that you never turn away a customer, but I was in a hurry to get home and work on the history term paper I promised to write for Donny. He said he'd let me suck his dick if I wrote it for him, so I was anxious to get the job done and collect my reward. Hank had just gone to the back office to do the bookkeeping, so he would never know the difference.
The three guys walked up to the service window. They were loud and obnoxious, and at first I thought that they were just rowdy neighborhood kids out past their bedtime. But then they got closer and I swallowed hard. I recognized Brad Cooper wearing an Omega House baseball cap and a leather jacket.
"Yo, Billy," said Brad.
Frowning, I removed the sign from the window. "What'll you have?"
"Three specials with the works." Brad crossed his arms and leaned his elbows on the counter. He told me about this keg party they crashed on fraternity row and went on about all the babes they scoped before they got kicked out. Then he introduced me to Jerry and Charles, his frat brothers in Omega House.
Jerry was a tall brown-haired boy with a big honker of a nose and a toothy grin. He wore a letterman's jacket with a varsity basketball patch. He was the loudest.
Charles got all my attention. He was built like a sprinter, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. He wore a baseball jersey with the sleeves cut off, exposing a ring of barbed wire tattooed on his light brown skin. There was a promising bulge in his sweat pants. He caught me giving him a quick once-over and stared back at me aggressively.
Brad paid the bill. The college boys bullshitted about the keg party they just crashed while I filled the order as fast as I could. I threw the hotdogs on the grill, prepped the buns, dunked the fries in the deep fryer.
To amuse themselves while I whipped up their order, the guys made fun of the dorky paper cap that Hank made me wear. After they got tired of the hat, they went on about some blonde coed who got drunk at the party and threw up in the flowerbed. I pretended not to listen, but I could hear everything through the flimsy walls of the hotdog stand.
"So, Billy," Brad said. "My friends here heard about your, uh, talents."
When guys you never met know shit about you, it puts you at a disadvantage. Brad must have told them I sucked his dick. My face got hot and prickly. I couldn't help but wonder if those friends of Brad wanted me give them blowjobs too.
"We won't tell anybody," said Jerry, the tall white dude. He arched his eyebrows and his blue eyes beamed. "Did you really suck Brad's cock?"
Yes, I sucked Brad's cock, and a few others for that matter. But I couldn't say it out loud. I wanted to admit it proudly, but facing the icy stares of the three fratboys I wimped out.
Brad flashed a wicked smile and gave a blow by blow description of our afternoon together, taking great pleasure in exposing every sordid detail for all to hear. I went back to work, but Brad talked loudly enough to make sure I heard everything.
"Billy didn't just suck my cock," said Brad. "He fucking worshiped it, man. Have either of you dudes ever had your dick sucked by a real cocksucker?"
"Yeah, I have," said Charles, the buff black hunk. "Jerry sucks me off every night before I go to bed."
Jerry slugged Charles' arm. "Don't even joke about that kind of shit, man."
Brad told his frat buddies how easy it was to get me to suck him off. Hearing his version of events made me sound like a cheap slut, but for some weird reason it turned me on. He said I practically begged him to let me suck it.
"He just looked at my cock for the longest time," said Brad. "like admiring it. You know how big my dick is, right? Well, he was in awe of it, man. I could feel him breathing on it. He was practically panting. Then he kissed it."
"He kissed your dick?" asked Jerry.
"A big wet lip smacker, right on my cockhead."
"He does have sweet lips," said Charles.
"He rapped those tender lips around my cockhead," said Brad. "I have to tell you, when that cocksucker looked up at me with my dick plugging his mouth, I almost busted a nut. He wanted my cock in his mouth so bad. You could see it in his eyes. I had to pull it out of his mouth to cool off."
"What a ho'," said Charles.
"Look at him," said Brad. "Look at that innocent face, those cute bangs and those rosy cheeks."
"You'd never know it by looking at him that he likes to suck cock," Jerry said.
"He looks more like a choir boy than a cocksucker," said Charles.
I wanted to find a rock to slither under, but there was no escaping their put-downs and accusing smirks.
"He fuckin' craves dick," said Brad. "I stuffed my dick down his throat and he had a hardon, dudes. Can you believe it? He had another dude's dick in his mouth and he had a fucking hardon."
"That's pretty nasty," said Jerry.
"You think that's nasty?" asked Brad. "I came in his mouth. I shot a slimy fucking load of cum down his throat and he fucking swallowed it."
"You are a dog," said Charles.
"I admit it," said Brad. "Billy sucked my cock. He totally humiliated himself and I loved it."
Brad exposed me as a cocksucker to his frat buddies and there was nothing I could do about it. When their order was ready, I just stood there shame-faced, painfully aware of the raging hardon that tented my apron. I passed the food bags through the take-out window, too ashamed to look up and face the posse, leaning against the counter to hide my boner.
Brad said, "Listen, your boss is coming. Meet us at the baseball field after you get off work. My friends have big cocks and they want you to suck them off. You won't regret it."
"You better show up," said Charles. "I'm horny and I want my cock sucked."
The fog started to roll in over the palisades as I peddled to the baseball field. On the way, I wondered why I was so different from other gay guys my age. Some friends of mine had invited me to a rave party that night. Should I go to the party, dance the night away, out and proud among friends? Nah, I could celebrate my gayness some other time, I thought. I was about to suck the cocks of three straight dudes and I wouldn't have traded places with anybody.
When I met up with the fratboys Brad was sitting on top of a picnic table, looking sexy in his blue jeans and leather jacket. "I knew you'd show up."
I laid down my bike and tried to act casual. I was nervous and excited about servicing the three studs.
The three buddies decided that Charles would go first because he was the horniest. I'm not sure how they determined that Charles was the horniest, but he was more than willing to go first. Standing in front of me, he pulled out his cock and let it dangle over the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. It was thick and meaty, a cock fit for a stud. I reached for it, but he backed away. His dick swayed on its elastic perch.
"On your knees, you greedy cocksucker," said Charles. His deep voice was impatient and demanding.
I knelt in front of Charles and sucked his cock. It stiffened in my mouth. When I swirled my tongue around the purple helmet head, he moaned with pleasure.
Jerry stood alongside us, straining his eyes to focus on the action. He was tanked but he still looked hot in this letterman's jacket and high tops. Within seconds he whipped out his dick and started jacking off like crazy. I could hear him spanking his meat.
"Look at his mouth stretch," said Jerry, amazed that I was able to open wide enough to suck the fullness of Charles' cock.
"Suck my big black cock," said Charles.
I licked the head of his dick when my mouth got too stretched out. His cock head dug into my cheek when he rocked back and forth. He let me hold onto his ass and his butt cheeks clenched. He was close.
"Make me cum."
Warm spunk filled my mouth and drained down my throat. The satisfied jock pushed me off his dick and wiped himself off with the tail of his baseball jersey.
"Did you cum in his mouth?" asked Jerry, still spanking his meat.
"Right down his throat," said Charles. He sat on the bench and spread his legs as if to air dry his spent dick.
"My turn," said Brad.
Brad was sitting on the picnic table when I bent over and encircled his thick eight-incher with my lips. I could barely see his big cock in the darkness, but he sure filled up my throat.
"Work my dick while you suck Brad's cock," said Jerry. He sidled up to me, brushing his cock along my cheek.
Blindly, I reached out and raked Jerry's denim-clad thigh and felt the cold metal of his two-pronged belt buckle. Groping, I finally wrapped my fingers around Jerry's throbbing pole. I gave Jerry a handjob while I sucked Brad's dick. Working two cocks at once got me really turned on, an eight-inch pole in my mouth and a throbbing rod in my hand. Their cocks oozed strength and power.
Jerry had a long piece of meat that curved sideways. It wasn't as thick as the cock in my mouth, but it was long and hard. "Faster," he ordered. As I stroked his meat, his lusty groans became loud and high-pitched.
I forced myself to deep-throat Brad's cock, determined not to gag. Jerry was totally amazed when it disappeared down my throat.
"I can't believe your cock fit down his throat, man," said Jerry.
"He's a natural born cocksucker," said Brad.
I glided up and down, taking my time about it, using my lips to stroke Brad's cock. I was totally into sucking Brad's cock. For a moment I ignored Jerry, holding onto his cock like a handlebar.
"Don't forget about me," said Jerry.
With my thumb I massaged the underside of Jerry's cock "That feels good," he moaned. I peeked over at him with Brad's cock bulging out my cheek. Jerry arched his back and jerked out of my grasp. Ropes of cum shot out of his spring-loaded cock and splattered on the side of my face.
Brad pushed the back of my head down and I could feel his dick expand in my throat. "I'm gonna bust a nut," he yelled.
"Do it," said Charles. "Cum on his face so we can see it."
"Pull off," said Brad. While he stroked his throbbing cock, he pushed my head down to his thigh. I faced sideways, too close to see the cock I wanted to suck again. My cheek rested on his thigh and my nose touched his balls. His crotch smelled of sweat and sex. He massaged his cockhead into my cheek.
"You're gonna get it right in the face," said Brad.
Warm cum spurted out and drenched the side of my face. I stuck out my tongue to collect the cum from his jerking cock.
"Damn," said Charles. "Look at him lap that shit up."
After I cleaned off Brad's dripping cock, I noticed that Jerry was still sexed up, even after popping his load a few minutes earlier. His sidewinder hung untouched out of his button fly.
"Do you want Billy to take care of that?" asked Brad, pointing and unopened beer can at Jerry's crotch.
"Yeah," said Jerry. "I guess I'm still horny."
"Billy needs to suck him off so he can get his dick back in his pants," said Charles.
While Brad and Charles emptied another cold one, Jerry emptied another load in my mouth. Now all three fratboys were thoroughly satisfied. They strutted off chucking their empties and bragging about their big cocks and hefty loads. They laughed and grabbed their crotches as they argued about whose cock I liked the best and whose cock was biggest. They sure were proud of themselves.