Hosting Skater Dudes
By Ben C.
This story contains sexual acts (oral, domination, humiliation) between young males.
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Part 3
Very soon I shot a desperate load of cum on my bedroom floor with my face buried in Danny's crotch and my right hand caressing the inside of his firm thigh.
I gathered strength for a moment before wiping my load off the floor with my shirt. Then I got up and covered Danny with my blanket. I turned the light off and left him snorting peacefully in my bed.
I spent an uncomfortable night on the living-room couch. Although I was dead tired, it took me a while to fall asleep. It had been a hard day for me. I decided to have a serious sit-down with Luke and Danny in the morning. I didn't want them to leave, but I would make it crystal clear that from now on, it would be my house and my rules. And I definitely want some sincere apologies, I thought, and dozed off.
At some point I heard the girls tiptoe downstairs. They started a painfully long round of phone calls, trying to catch a ride. Finally some of their fellow bitches agreed to pick them up and I was able to fall asleep again.
Next time I woke up when I heard someone stomp down the stairs. Luke appeared in the living-room, dressed in his favorite morning costume, boxers. He looked like he had just woken up and his hair was a mess, but the smile on his face was triumphant: the classic demeanor of a young dude who got laid last night. He had a couple of hickeys on his neck and two more on his lower abdomen. The waistband of his white Calvins was stained with lipstick. He gave me a shit-eating grin.
"Duuude, rise and shine! Breakfast time!"
I sat up on the couch, fuming.
"You don't deserve any breakfast, Luke." I meant to speak angrily, but my voice was shaking and it sounded more like whimpering.
Luke looked puzzled. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I could smell the whore's perfume.
"What's the matter, Rob? You're angry with me, why?"
I was flabbergasted. How could he not see that?
"You... you told me to wait at the beach. You promised to pick me up and you didn't. I had to walk ten miles, Luke."
He ruffled my hair.
"I know, buddy. Too bad we had to treat you like that."
"You had to?"'
Luke pulled me closer. In spite of my anger it felt good to feel his strong body against mine.
"Let me explain this."
He had a reasonable explanation for his behavior? I definitely wanted to hear it.
"I'm a bad boy, Rob, and I like it that way. But I try to keep my promises and most times I can. But I'm also a pussy-hound. And when I smell fresh pussy, all deals are off."
"Am I supposed to accept that?" I asked acidly.
Luke sighed, implying that explaining pussy-related matters to me was harder than he had expected.
"Look, all young guys have a strong craving for pussy. It's in our nature. When we see an opportunity to get laid, everything else becomes insignificant," he continued, carelessly revealing that he didn't count gay males as guys.
"Now, I'm gonna tell you how these things work. It's very important that you keep it in mind."
He paused for a few seconds to emphasize the importance of his next words.
"Let's say a gay boy is hanging out with some great guys and they're all having a great time. But gradually the guys' interest moves to pussy and they start mulling over the possibilities of any of the girls in sight putting out for them. Well, more often than not, they decide to give it a try and they start hitting on some of the chicks. And at that point, Rob... "
He ran his fingers through my hair.
"... it's bedtime for little gay boys. The gay boy sees the guys are now chasing pussy, and he's smart enough to understand he has no place in it. He takes a walk. Now, if the gay boy is lucky, the walk is short. But if he's not lucky... well, he just has to keep walking. That's life. Okay?"
I started to regret my anger. I had little experience in these matters, but Luke had the guys' code of conduct in his spine, of course. Maybe I had been acting like a jerk? I knew I would never be able to fully understand straight boys, but obviously I had been an annoyance for Luke and Danny by not being smart enough to take a hike right away. I was disturbing their pussy hunt. If I had left earlier, I just might have been able to catch a ride.
"Okay."
"Got it now?"
"Yeah, I got it."
"Good. That's good. But you questioned our friendship by blaming me for your bad luck, Rob. That makes me sad."
"I'm sorry, Luke. I was angry. I apologize."
"Well, we all make mistakes, Rob. I accept your apology. Why don't we leave this little misunderstanding behind us with a nice long blowjob after breakfast?"
I put my arm around his shoulder. Touching his skin felt so good.
"Yeah. That would be great, Luke."
My hand on Luke's shoulder reminded me how it had felt like to soap his back, feeling his muscles and making his skin shine.
"Can I wash your back again?"
He paused before answering.
"Hmmm... I was thinking about something, buddy..."
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Danny was sleeping in your bed."
"Yeah, you see, he woke me..."
Luke cut me off.
"Remember when I told you I had tough time sleeping in the car with Danny?"
"Yeah."
He crossed his legs, so that his bare thigh was resting on top of mine. I felt a stir in my pants.
"You know Rob, I slept like a baby last night when I didn't have to share the room with Danny. I was thinking... why don't we just let Danny sleep in your room?"
That would mean more discomfort for me, but I was so happy now that our stupid dispute was settled, and Luke was my friend again.
"Okay."
He ruffled my hair.
"You're an awesome friend, Rob."
I smiled back.
"And so are you, Luke."
At that point Danny came downstairs, yawning. He was wearing the same boxers I had nuzzled just a few hours ago. He chuckled when he saw us sitting there, arms around each other's shoulders.
"Well, well. Nice to see you cuddling, guys. But I don't see any breakfast."
Danny seemed happy and satisfied with himself. I felt my anger rise again. I turned to Luke.
"Danny woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to suck him off."
Luke looked shocked.
"Danny, how could you do such a thing to our buddy?"
Danny smiled and noodled his thick hair with his fingers.
"Well, too bad I had to wake you up, dude. I needed to get off."
He didn't seem a bit remorseful, so I continued appealing to Luke to gather more sympathy.
"He shot his load all over my face and then he just laughed about it."
"Danny, you're an animal," Luke shot at him angrily, but I felt his shoulder shaking slightly. I glanced at him, puzzled.
"And he used my shirt to wipe his cock."
This made Luke crack up totally. He collapsed on the couch, laughing his ass off.
"This is too much, Dan. You cummed on his face and wiped your dick on his shirt," he guffawed.
"Well, I had to clean it somehow."
His comment made Luke laugh even harder.
Danny burst into laughter, too. He sat down on the floor.
"You should've seen his face, it looked like a cream pie!"
The boys continued to laugh uncontrollably; Luke squirming on the couch, clutching his stomach, Danny on his back on the floor.
I sat there dumbfounded, feeling totally humiliated. The boys were laughing at my misery. But then I was able to imagine the scene in my bedroom in the eyes of an onlooker. Me on my knees on the floor, looking stupid, Danny swaying in front of me, with his pants down, and shooting cum on my face.
I started to laugh a little, too.
"And then... then he fell asleep in my bed and I had to sleep on the couch."
That set off a new wave of hysterical laughter. It took several minutes for the guys to recover.
"Whooa," Luke said finally. "That was fun. But where's our breakfast, dude?"
"It's coming, Luke," I said and got up.
I ran upstairs to brush my teeth and hurried back to make breakfast of what was left in our fridge. We were out of bacon and donuts, but there were some sausages and eggs – enough for two. I was starving, as I hadn't had a proper meal for a long time, but I wanted to be a perfect host, so I would have to settle with a cup of coffee. I fried the eggs and sausages and divided them on two plates. The boys smelled the food right away and sat down at the table, waiting for service.
"So, how was your fuck, Luke?" Danny asked, raising his cup to be filled with coffee.
"Pretty good. Nice cheerleader ass, pert tits, wet cunt," Luke answered casually, buttering a piece of toast.
"Yeah? Gimme some more details, man."
"Okay," Luke said and got up.
He poked a hole through the bread with his finger. Then he picked a sausage from his plate and spat on it.
"My cock penetrated her pussy," he explained, pushing the sausage through the hole.
Then he started to slide the sausage in and out of the bread, holding them in front of his loins, and making thrusts with his hips.
"Awww, Luke," he moaned with a high voice, "it feels so good, you're such a stud, please fuck me harder."
Danny and I laughed with tears running down our cheeks.
Next, Luke picked a tube of mustard and pushed the tip through the hole in the toast and held it on top of the sausage.
"And then..."
He squeezed the tube violently, so that the creamy yellow stuff exploded through the bread all over the table.
"Ahh..."
He tossed the toast on the table and stuffed the sausage into his boxers.
"... I was done with her."
"Oh fuck, my dick is still hot," he yapped and fished the sausage from his pants. It slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor.
We all laughed for a long time for his performance. Finally Luke slapped Danny playfully on the back of his head.
"Our skateboards are gathering dust, man. How about hitting the park?"
"Now you're talking, bro."
The boys disappeared and left me to clean the mess. I took a look at the leftovers on the table. There was a half-eaten sausage on Danny's plate. I took his fork and wolfed down the sausage. It tasted good but didn't ease my hunger much. I picked up Luke's mustard-stained sausage off the floor. He had spat on it and stuffed it inside his underwear, but it still looked delicious in my hungry eyes. I took a bite. You can't afford to be picky these days, I decided, and consumed the rest of the sausage with pleasure.
Cleaning the breakfast table took me much longer than usual, as I had to clean the sticky mustard off the table and the floor, but the fun had been well worth it.
When I was done with the kitchen, I climbed upstairs to take care of the bathroom. I knew from my experience, that a good breakfast got the boys' bowels all worked up, and I would find the toilet in a nasty condition. But I scrubbed it clean, smiling. Things were alright again in our household.
I peeked out of the window and saw Luke and Danny riding their skateboards in the distance. They would be busy with that for a good while, so I decided to straighten up their rooms – well, the other room was actually mine, but it would belong to Danny for the next few days.
Luke's bed was a mess; pillows on the floor and sheets tangled together like spaghetti. He had been fucking that bitch in the bed, and the sheets were probably stained with cum and pussy juice. I didn't want Luke to sleep in the same sheets again, reminiscing his hot sex session with the girl, so I pulled them out and piled them on the floor. When I crouched down to pick up the pillows, I saw a small grayish item under the bed. I reached out to get it and felt my fingers touching something slippery. I picked it up and grimaced: I was holding a used condom with unmistakable grey fluid inside the tip of it. The rubber tube had been pumping in the girl's cunt and it was surely covered with some toxic whore-slime, so I carried it to the bathroom between my fingertips and dropped it into the trash bin.
Fuck, I was happy to clean after Luke and cook for him and wash his clothes, but fucking a girl in our guestroom and then leaving his used condom to be picked up by me was a bit too much. It was like he had discarded it there on purpose to tease me.
I straightened up Danny's room and changed his sheets. Then I took his white Armani boxers from the bottom drawer where I had hidden them and stuffed them in my pocket. I would have to find a new hiding place for them somewhere in the house. The storage room where we kept our cleaning supplies would be perfect, as there was little chance of Luke or Danny going there.
I was loading the sheets into the washing-machine, when I heard skateboards clutter on our driveway. Luke would be expecting his blowjob soon, so I started the washer and hurried upstairs. I wanted to take a shower and change clothes before servicing him.
Freshly showered, I went to look for Luke. The door of his room was open, so I went in. He was chilling on the bed on his back, shirtless, wearing the familiar tattered jeans – and resting his shoe-clad feet on the clean sheet. I sighed.
Luke kept flipping his phone, paying no attention to me. I waited for a long while before clearing my throat to get his attention. He didn't seem to notice it, so I just waited for him to finish whatever he was doing.
"What brings you here, dude?" he finally asked, without looking up.
"Well, you know, Luke."
He took a long pause before speaking.
"Know what, dude?"
So we were going to play games. Okay.
"The nice, long blowjob, remember?"
He snickered.
"Oh, yeah. Now I remember. You're the cocksucker, right?"
"Right."
Luke concentrated on his phone for a long while again. I felt pretty stupid, standing there and waiting for him to say something. I knew he was teasing me. He knew he could keep me standing in front of him as long as he wanted. And he knew I knew that, too. I hated the way he was treating me – and loved it at the same time. Standing there while he taunted me, waiting for him to tell me what to do, made my cock harden. Finally he spoke.
"So you wanna give me head?"
"Yeah."
"Suck my dick?"
"Yes."
"Slurp my hose?"
"Yes."
"I dunno... I'm kinda tired right now."
"Luke, you promised..." I pleaded.
He snickered.
"I promised you could suck me off and now you're worried that I won't let you?"
I couldn't come up with anything to say, but Luke didn't let me off the hook that easily.
"I didn't hear you, dude."
"You promised I could suck you off and I'm worried that you won't let me."
That caused more snickering.
"You want to suck my cock real bad, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah what?"
"I want to suck your cock real bad."
He paused again, tapping the screen of his phone. Finally he put the phone down and stretched his body on the bed. That made his jeans slide lower on his hips, revealing a generous part of his white Calvins with the lipstick-stained waistband. I drank in his taut body with my eyes.
He clasped his hands behind his head and smiled at me.
"Want me to take a shower first?"
I stepped closer and leaned in to sniff his hairless armpit. Luke hadn't showered since the previous morning, and he had been partying, fucking, sleeping and skateboarding after that. But the slut's perfume had worn off.
"No."
He let out a delighted laugh.
"That's what I thought. But I wanted to hear it from you."
He paused for a while again.
"Sandy whatsapped me. She wants to meet. You think I should?" he said and looked at me with a smug smile.
I frowned.
"No."
He laughed.
"Yeah, I figured you would say that. But she sent me a picture too," he said and picked up his phone to show me the image: Sandy with an insinuating smile on her face; her bikini-clad bosom filling nearly half of the screen.
"A guy has his needs, dude."
I frowned.
"I can take care of your needs."
Luke gave me a condescending smile.
"Yeah, some of them. But it's not the same. You don't have tits or pussy or hot ass like Sandy. What can you offer me that she can't?"
I thought for a while.
"Devotion," I said defiantly.
He chuckled.
"Devotion. What the fuck does that mean?"
He was right, of course. I didn't own tits, a sumptuous booty or, most important, a warm and welcoming pussy. Physically I was no match to a hot girl when it came to winning Luke's attention. But I could show him my love and admiration by worshiping his chiseled young body; something I did with great pleasure. And surely I was a superb cocksucker compared to any girl, because I loved to suck his cock and would gladly take his load in my mouth anytime he wanted.
I sat down on the bed besides Luke's feet, unlaced his blue Vans and pulled them off. Then I peeled off his white ankle socks.
I looked up to meet his eyes. He looked back with an amused smirk. I leaned down and kissed the top of his left foot. He laughed aloud.
"You call that devotion? You don't really know much about kissing, do you?"
"No," I admitted.
"Dude, that was the most pathetic kiss I've ever received. You've got to pucker your lips properly and suck in when you make contact," he said, demonstrating the instructions with his own lips with a loud smack.
"Like this?" I leaned down again and smooched his right foot the best I could.
"A bit better. Now, add more suction and use your tongue, too."
My next effort produced a loud slurping sound. Luke laughed.
"That sounded like a fart. Look, you've gotta show the person you're kissing that you're really into it. Devotion, remember," he said and lifted his right foot so that the dirty sole was right in front of my face.
"Imagine this is your future boyfriend, dude."
I didn't want to imagine anything, because the foot in front of me belonged to Luke.
I took hold of his ankle and kissed the arch of his foot, first sucking in and then parting my lips so that I was able to caress his skin with my tongue. A strong medley of teenage foot sweat, canvas and dirt electrified my taste buds. It caused me an instant hard-on.
"Much better. Try again," he encouraged and lifted his left foot.
I played his game, practicing French kissing with his feet, until he got bored with it. I sat up and took a look at the object of my desire lying in front of me. Luke's long blond hair was sprawled on the pillow with a some stray locks partly covering his eyes. The star pendant hanging from the thin gold chain around his neck was resting on his tanned shoulder. He looked absolutely delicious.
I dove in and tried to kiss his neck, but he pushed my head back – restricted area – so I kissed his pecs instead and started to lick my way down the path between his abdominal muscles. I paused my journey for a good while to entertain his navel, sucking it and exploring the inside with my tongue. Then it was time to move on again, so I followed the soft love trail with my tongue down to the area marked by the bitch's eager mouth. I pressed my lips between the two red-and-blue hickeys and started to kiss and suck his skin with my newly learned skills. I got barely started when I felt Luke's hand take a strong grip of my hair.
"No marks. Sandy..."
So, he was planning to show his body to the slut again. Embittered, I complied and licked his skin back and forth over the lipstick-stained waistband of his Calvins. Then I hooked my finger under the waistband and stretched it a little so that I was able to take it between my teeth. I lowered his jeans with my fingers and tugged his underwear down with my teeth, revealing his manhood little by little. As I had expected, his shaft was not fully hard yet and would need to be worked up by me. Luke lifted his hips a little to let me pull his pants below his balls.
I didn't need any instructions about what to do next. I started to make love to his tube steak with my tongue and lips, working the rod up and down over and over again. When the shaft was rock hard I let my last downward lick continue down to his ball sack. I lapped his plump leather purse gently, cleaning all the sweat and tension off his balls and the hot valleys where his thighs met the groin. He rewarded my efforts with a low growl. When I was sure I had serviced every single spot, I decided it was time for some serious oral service – the nice, long blowjob.
I was just about to took hold of his rod to guide it into my mouth, when Luke surprised me totally by rolling over so he was suddenly straddling me. I felt his strong hands grab my upper arms and pull me up so that my head was resting on the pillow. He adjusted my position so that the pillow was under my neck, my head slightly bent back. He inched himself higher and pinned my arms under his knees. I could feel his skin through the rips in his jeans.
"Now I'm gonna feed you some devotion, faggot," he grunted.
With this, he pushed his stiff rod into my mouth. He let it rest there and asked, smiling:
"Danny told me you looked like a total homo with his load on your face. I'd like to see it myself. Would you like to have my cum on your face? Huh?"
I wasn't able to answer him, of course, as my mouth was filled with a sturdy young cock, but I tried to protest by rolling my eyes. He laughed.
"You want that? Okay, I'll let you have it."
That said, he leaned over my head, took hold of the headboard and started to power-fuck my face with no concern of my well-being. I guessed his long teasing-session and my absolute submission to it had been a real turn-on for him, because he seemed to be aiming for a quick orgasm instead of the planned long session. I would've loved to feel his back and butt and legs with my hands while he used me, but my arms were helplessly pinned under his knees, so I concentrated pleasing his teen gun with my lips and tongue. I decided to try something new, as I knew that the sensitive area just under the crown is a real hot spot for a guy. I started to part my lips a little when he pushed in and close them tight again when the head had pushed through. He seemed to like my technique.
"Yeah, that's good. Nice work, bitch," he panted.
"The guys in your school will love your cocksucker skills. You'll be spending every fucking recess on your knees."
I briefly imagined myself kneeling on the school yard with a long line of boys waiting for their turn. Then I focused on Luke's cock again. My arms were numb, and I hoped he would reach his climax soon, but he continued to fuck my face for a good while.
"I'm almost there. Get ready, faggot," he finally huffed.
I felt relieved when his cock started to pulse heavily right after that. Instead of shooting his load on my face, he just unloaded the contents of his balls into my mouth in a businesslike manner and pulled his cock out. I had difficulties swallowing his cum with my head tilted back, so streams of jizz ran down my chin as I coughed and tried to catch breath. Luke just sat on my chest with a smile on his face for a while and watched me struggle.
"Sorry, dude. I forgot you wanted a facial. Maybe next time," he laughed and got up.
He dropped his jeans and boxers on the floor and headed to the bathroom. I followed him as fast as I could. Luke was already in the cubicle, water running, as I washed my face in the basin. I knocked on the glass and opened the sliding door. Luke turned to face me.
"What?"
"You promised I could wash your back."
"No I didn't."
Fuck, he was right. He didn't answer me when I asked if I could do it, he just changed the subject to the disposal of my room.
"Luke," I pleaded.
"Well, okay. But just a quick wash," he said and handed me the shower gel bottle.
He turned around and let me spread the liquid on his back. His soft skin and hard muscles felt just as good as the previous time. I could've continued feeling his back forever, but I was hardly done with his shoulder blades, when he announced:
"Time's almost up."
I used my remaining moments by soaping his lower back until he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. I fought back tears. This wasn't right. I couldn't help letting out a choked sob. Luke turned around and saw the look on my face. He smirked at me.
"Aww... you look like a little boy who's just lost his popsicle."
"Luke, please..." I sobbed.
He pondered his decision for a while before announcing it.
"No more soaping. But I'll let you watch me shower. And I don't care what you do while watching me as long as you keep your dick in your pants. Okay?"
"Okay," I moaned.
So I stood there in front of the cubicle and watched with my longing eyes while this superb young creature bathed. Luke made quite a show of it, too, pretending not to notice my presence and all the time performing for me and torturing me with it. He shampooed his hair and kneaded the thick locks with his fingers, while the white foam ran down his body. Then he rinsed his hair and started to soap his arms and pits. When he got past his shoulders he flexed his powerful biceps and gave them both a loving kiss. Then he moved down to his sixpack and cleaned it with great care, going through every mound and valley of his abdomen.
I hardly noticed as my right hand sneaked inside my pants and grabbed my aching cock. I started to jack off inside the confined space of my pants.
After cleaning his love trail and pubes Luke rewarded the recent performances of his manly cock and low-hanging ball sack with a tender foam bath, lifting them up for me to see. Then he bent his athletic body down effortlessly, not even bending his knees, to wash his feet. I remembered all too well how it had felt like to caress those sexy skater-feet, but I was deprived of that now. He continued higher, treating his hairy calves and strong, lean thighs. Then he straightened himself and turned around back and forth for a while, rinsing off the soap and letting me stare his ripped young body from multiple angles.
Then it was time for the finale. Luke turned around and let me admire his buttocks. They seemed completely hairless; Luke just might be vain enough to shave his ass, I thought. The form of his ass looked perfect to me, just like every other part of his body. His butt muscles were compact but powerful, and there were sexy little hollows on the sides, as a proof of minimal body fat.
Luke poured some soap in his palm and washed his crack. Then added some more soap and foamed his buttocks, straining and loosening the tight muscles in turns. That was enough to push me over the limit. I was just about to cum, when he turned around and gave me a shit-eating grin.
"Like that, faggot?"
My answer was short.
"Ahhh fuck..." I moaned as I filled my pants with cum while Luke laughed at me.
"Yeah, I see you enjoyed that."
I was so ashamed that I turned my back to him and crouched down on the floor, holding my hands in front of my crotch.
Luke stepped out of the cubicle, still laughing.
"Keep it in your pants, dude. Wait until I'm gone before taking it out," he instructed, toweling himself.
"Okay," I whined to the wall.
Suddenly someone banged on the door.
"Luke, great news," Danny's voice bellowed from outside.
"Chaz is coming over. He should be here tonight."
"That's fucking awesome, man!" Luke shouted back.
I was puzzled.
"Luke, who's Chaz?" I whimpered.
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