Jack and Me, Part 2
By botpuppy@aol.com
I graduated tops in our class with a 3.9 and Jack was way down the list. He was a real jock type, with football and baseball letters, a real extroverted alpha type, popular with everyone, especially the girls. But Jack resented me, I knew, because his father was always telling him how much better a student I was, and why couldn't he be more like I am. No doubt that was one of the reasons why he seemed to delight in humiliating me. But it was more than that. I began to realize that my personality was the opposite and I remembered the psychology class story about the lions and other animals, with the dominant alpha and the beta males who granted the alpha the pick of the females and the best parts of the daily kill and meal. The betas even sniffed at the alpha's genitals to show their submission.
I lay awake one night, remembering how I had allowed myself to be humiliated by Jack. I could still taste the soap in my mouth, and I tried to forget all that had happened, but then I realized that I enjoyed feeling that strange domination he had over me. I didn't resist his invasions of me because I did so long to have his cock in me. His hard, aggressive attitude was appealing to me, in spite of the fact that I desperately wanted to be just a normal teen on his way college.
I saw Jack often that summer, and he didn't let me forget about our encounter. He took to calling me Markie in an aggressive tone and seemed to enjoy my obvious discomfort and somehow he sensed that I wanted him to make his domination over me even more complete.
One day, I went to the tennis club for a few sets. I was a decent player, and seldom had trouble picking up an opponent for a game. I played pretty well that day, and was relaxing with some friends when this guy from school came over, and sat down with us. He was one of Jack's pals, and he said, "Hi, Markie". I blushed. Jack was the only person besides my mom who ever called me that. He announced that he was a buddy of Jack's and I was apprehensive, but he introduced himself as Mario, Jack's football team mate, and just joined in with the other guys and I began to relax a bit.
"Hey, Markie, how about a game, there's a court open"
"Yea sure, lets do it."
He was a bit taller than I, 6'1, or so, and good-looking. The two-day-old dark stubble on his face only serving to make him look sexy. He had a hard body, and a big frame, but not a bit of fat. He was a kind of cocky, arrogant jock type, just like Jack. But he wasn't very good at tennis and I beat him, 4 straight games. He was pissed, I could tell because he glared at me when we shook hands. His hands were big and he put a lot of muscle in that handshake, making me wince. I thought that he must be well hung with hands and fingers so big.
Mario said he was going to call it quits, and headed off to the showers. I did the same, after throwing down the last of my coke and saying goodbye to the guys I had been sitting with. A shower was running when I got to the locker room, and I stripped off quickly so I could get a glimpse of Mario naked. My dick got a bit stiff just at the thought of seeing his tool. There were no partitions in the men's shower room, just 6 showerheads in one big enclosure.
I got into the place next to Mario's, rinsing off while checking him out. His was a damn fine body, even more attractive naked, thick black pits, I saw as he lathered up. Smooth, tanned body and then the same thick black hair in his crotch. His dick looked about to be 6 inches, even soft, and I wondered what that thick monster would look like hard. I'm hung pretty well myself, but not in his class. I felt my dick responding to the sight of this gorgeous stud and quickly turned around to avoid any eye contact. I lathered up and then rinsed myself off, all the time dreaming that he would find me attractive and fuck me silly. Sighing that I was just in a dream, I finished showering, dried myself off, and went to the locker room to dress.
Mario was toweling himself off as I got into the locker room. I had kept my towel around me to disguise the boner I had developed from the sight of him, and sat down on a bench near my locker. But I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he leisurely dried his hairy crack and pubes. The sight mesmerized me and I felt my jaw drop as he bent over to dry his feet, his back to me. Damn, I wanted to get down and lick that gorgeous ass.
All at once, he turned around to see me staring at him.
"Hey Markie, you like what you see?"
My face turned 5 shades of red as I tried to think of something to say, but he just gave me a grin that said he knew what was on my mind.
He walked over to where I sat on the bench. "Here, Markie, you fuckin' faggot, take a good look", as he stood, standing with his big half erect dick less than an inch from my face. I tried to look down at the floor, attempting to get out of this situation. But it was useless; he grabbed my chin, pulled my face up, and repeated his words. "I said take a good look, faggot, you stupid cunt, do you think I don't see you checking me out. You'll do anything for a taste of my cock, won't you?"
I was desperate, "Hey man you got it all wrong, I'm no fag, now quit messing around will you?"
With that, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up off the bench, causing my towel to fall to the floor. His big hand wrapped around my throbbing dick and leered at me. "What's this, little boy, if you aren't hot for me, then why are you all worked up?"
I was horrified to see that I was leaking drops of pre-cum, and my dick pulsed in his hand. He took a drop on his finger and shoved it into my mouth, and a reflex action made me take it on my tongue. "Suck my finger you pussy boy, get used to a man in that pretty face of yours"
With that, he grabbed me by the hair again and forced me to my knees. He took his now fully erect cock in his hand and began to slap my cheeks with it, all the time forcing my head back so that I was looking up at him. He gave me a smirk of domination and began rubbing my lips with the tip of his dick but held me in position so that it just grazed my lips without entering my mouth. He released his grip and I fell back on my haunches breathing heavily from the exercise as well as my lust for him.
He stepped back, and looked down at me with his hands on his hips. "Now I'm ready to give you a treat, markieeeeeeeeboy", stretching it out in a mocking tone. "Get over here and show me how much you love to suck on my cock, and be quick about it, I have plans for you, faggot". I moved across the cold tile floor on my knees, and taking his shaft in my hand, began to nurse on the head gently, stroking his shaft as I sucked. Then he used his hand to push the back of my head forward, down further on his pole till I began to choke. This was no position to deep throat his cock, which was at least 9 inches by now. I pulled off some and began licking the big mushroom head. He was dripping precum now and I licked that up and did that ever turn me on. He pulled me back down on his cock and I used my tongue on the under side, making him moan. "Yea, that's it, use that fairy tongue on my pole, bitch, show your man how much you love his big cock."
I fondled his hairy balls as I sucked, causing him to throw his head back and yell, "YEA come on bitch suck me". With that he plunged back down into me and I felt his balls pull up tight against his dick. His cock swelled even more, and I felt the first spurt of his cum boiling up out of his nuts before he spurted into my throat. He pulled back some and fired 3 or 4 more spurts into my mouth. Then he pulled out and told me not to swallow that yet. He reentered my mouth and came twice more, before he pulled out completely and shot another one, this time onto my cheek. "Don't fucking swallow that bitch, until I tell you to."
I sat back on my legs, breathing hard, my own dick up against my belly and leaking like crazy. "And don't even think of touching that peanut dick, faggot, I have some more for you. Stay down there till I'm ready for you again." His dick had softened somewhat but he was still halfway erect.
With that he walked, swaggered really, over to the urinal and let go with a torrent of piss that made me wish that he had washed his load of cum. down my throat with it rather than into the urinal. "You suck just as good as Jack told me you did, boy, we're going to have a lot of fun, you and I."
I gasped; never dreaming that Jack would talk about our encounter. Did he tell about the other stuff too, how many guys did he tell? Suddenly I became aware of how exposed I was, kneeling naked in this place; anybody could walk in and see me here, cum on my face, naked, watching a dude piss.