The next morning, I was woken while it was still dark to see the girl that had spent the night in my bed disappearing away out the door. I slid back into my bed and managed to get a few of hours of more comfortable sleep before the guys all woke up.
We all lay in a while, but it was Charlie who was awake first. He got up and walked across to the window, wearing only a pair of tight boxer briefs. He stood there stretching and looking out for a while, then walked back and checked his bag. I watched his every step and every stretch of that incredible torso, out of one sleepy eye. He glanced across and caught me watching him.
"Morning fag"
I smiled.
"Hey, listen, sorry if we went a bit far with you last night. We were all just a bit pissed and having a laugh".
I nodded contentedly.
"But I mean, the girl had to sleep somewhere. I couldn't have let her sleep on the floor, right? And that stuff in the kink bar, it was just a bit of fun yeah? We'll go easy on you today though, promise".
I felt relieved. I knew from experience now that when he wanted to make me do something, then I was going to do it. BUt it scared me that things could get out of control. I really didn't want Dan and Rich to find out about this stuff. They were my oldest friends, and I knew it could screw up our whole friendship.
And Charlie kept to his word. All day round town it was just cool. We all wandered as a group, and saw the crazy bits of the city, checked the cool graffiti murals, went to some weird ass bars, hung out in the sunshine in the park and just messed about and joked. Most of the guys called me fag now, but that was just my nickname now, like jumbo was called jumbo, and fowls was called fowls. In a way I kind of liked having the nickname. It kind of made me feel like a proper part of the group. And after always being the quiet one at school and everything, it felt like I was kind of a more recognised part of the group now. Even if it was because I was the gang leaders cocksucker.
Later on we were in a random, pretty rough looking bar on the outskirts of town. It was early evening, and we'd had a few beers already, but it wasn't yet the busy time of the evening. I was talking to Rich and having a catch up about old times and old teachers and all the stuff you talk about with your old school mates. After a bit he went off to the bar at the other end of the room to get another drink, and Jumbo came over to talk to me. I'd hardly spent any time with Jumbo on the holiday, because he'd always been in the other group and i'd only met him once before the holiday, so I didn't know him too well. He seemed a good guy though and with his height of maybe 6'4 or something, and his blondish brown hair, he had a kind of surfer dude look.
"Alright fag!" he said merrily, "How you doing?". He'd definitely got into using my nickname, but there really didn't seem to be any nasty undertone to it when he used it.
"Hey Jumbo!" I said. "So tell me, how did your nickname come about?"
He grinned, kind of goofily. He wasn't one for being coy. "Why do you think?"
I laughed.
He hesitated, and looked like he was trying to find the right words. "So, err, Charlie showed me a pic of what you guys had been up to in the other room" he said, suggetsively.
My heart skipped a beat. Charlie had promised me he wouldn't tell the others. "Huh?" I said, dumbly, not being able to think of anything else.
"Don't sweat it man" Jumbo said, genuinely. "He won't show Rich or Dan. That'd be weird right? Nah, its just I... oh man, Charlie said you give awesome head and i've just been thinking all day how good it would feel. Dude, i'm so fuckin ready to cream." he said shaking his head.
I didn't know what to say. He was a hot guy, but this was taking me further into dangerous territory. I kind of thought I was getting a day off worrying about all this stuff.
"So what do you say fag? You want to test out my nickname?"
"You're serious right?" I asked
He smiled, sensing I was on the verge of agreeing to it.
"Fuck yeah man. Listen, i'm gonna go to the bathrooms and go in the far end cubicle. Finish that drink then follow me there". He disappeared off, without waiting for me to answer.
Rich returned with a fresh drink. "Oh, sorry man, I didn't know you were almost done" he said, seeing my now almost finished drink. "I'd have got you another".
"It's cool" I said. "I need to go to the loo anyway. That curry from earlier has caught me up. I'll head to the bar after. See you in a bit man". Rich went back over to the others and started talking to the group, so I knew I wouldn't be missed for a bit.
I went into the toilets and was relieved to see there was nobody else in there, except for the last stall. It was slightly open, but with a foot resting against it from the inside. I tried to push once, and felt the foot holding it shut, then tried to push again, and this time he released it, and let me in, realising it must be me. A big sex smile spread across his face, as I squeezed into the cubicle and he shut and locked the door behind me. Just being in this intimately tight space with a man who wanted me to service him had already been made me totally hard.
Jumbo pointed to the loo, indicating for me to sit down on the closed toilet lid, and I followed his instruction. He pulled off his top and hung it on a hook on the cubicle door. His revealed torso was big and nicely defined, with quite a bit of thick, lightly coloured hair. I could see he was tenting already in his jeans. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me straight in to his crotch, rubbing his dick across my face through the jeans. My hands tentatively touched on his big legs, then moved up to the top of his jeans.
He pushed me back, undid the buttons, and pulled the jeans and his pants down just enough to get his big dick out. And it really was a fucking jumbo dick. Probably 8 inches and a nice thickness. He guided me straight onto it, and let me get to work. He kept at least one hand on the back of my head all the way through, then sometimes had one hand on the end wall, and just let his head fall back enjoying the service. He was relaxed and his quiet moans told me he was liking it. After a few minutes of me doing all the work to pleasure him, I could feel he was starting to get close, and he started to get more assertive. I got both his hands firmly on the back of my head, keeping me in place and he started taking control of how fast and how deep his dick was going into me. I just let him own my mouth and focused on keeping my throat open to avoid gagging, and keeping my thick lips rubbing over his big dick, and my tongue lapping at it, as it drove down my throat.
I could feel when he was close to cumming, by how much his cockhead had grown in my mouth, and how rock solid his dick had become. On one backstroke, right after a really deep thrust, he pulled it fully out, grabbed it with his right hand, and then with his left hand grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head, holding me in place right in front of and slightly below the level of his massive dick. Three jerks with his right hand, then a bolt of cum fired out landing right across my face. I shut my eye to avoid getting jizz in it, but felt three or four more shots splatter across my face and hair, before his orgasming body wound down to rest.
I wiped the cum from my eyes, and opened them to see him leaning against the wall, eyes closed and enjoying the moment. Heopened his eyes, looked up at me and grinned even wider than earlier.
I was looking uncomprehendingly at him. I thought he just wanted to come down my throat. I couldn't believe he'd covered me in jizz when all the guys were just outside. "What the fuck?" I whispered, gesturing to the mess all over me.
He just shrugged, but didn't stop smiling. "Sorry fag, force of habit". He didn't say it maliciously. I don't think there was any malice in him at all. But like Charlie and Pete and Fowls, I guess he just felt the power dynamic. He was an alpha guy, and right now I was his bitch.
"Look, you can clean your face, but then you sit here for ten minutes and let the jizz dry in your hair, yeah? I love leaving my mark on my bitches. Hate to see that hot man juice going to waste right fag?".
He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped clean the end of his dick, then slapped the paper on the side of my face where it stuck to a thick layer of his cum on my cheek. He tucked away his dick and slipped on his t-shirt, then turned to me. "Awesome head fag. See you in ten yeah?. He gave me a couple of light slap on the dry side of my face, then unlocked the door and disappeared.
I hurried to close it after him. Thankfully no-one had come in mid blowjob, but I definitely didn't want to risk anyone seeing me sitting in a cubicle with a face full of cum. Especially not Dan or Rich. I wondered whether I should do what he said and wait ten minutes to let his jizz dry in my hair, or if I should clean it up. It felt kind of stupid just sitting around so that I could let myself become marked territory. But I also thought about what Charlie would tell me I should do in this situation.
I started trying to clean off all the cum over my face with toilet paper, and that seemed to take a few minutes. Then I heard the toilet door open and a couple of familiar voices came in, Dan and Pete. They went to the urinals and I heard them talking about some girl in the bar. I could hear them only a couple of metres away. It felt weird knowing Dan was so close, but that he had no idea his close friend, respected friend I guess, was sitting right here, covered in jizz and marked as a cumslut.
By the time they'd gone, ten minutes was virtually up. I left the cubicle and went over to the mirrors. I splashed some water on my face, but i'd managed to do a good job getting rid of the cum on my face, so that was fine. I felt my hair and there was one area where the cum had congealed and stuck the hairs together. I messed around with it until it just looked like part of my hair gel, then went back out to the group and tried to act completely normal. Another drink in and I felt fine again.
I don't think anyone in the group noticed the cum, but I guess that Jumbo told Charlie about it, as later in the evening Charlie made some comment in front of the group about how my hair always looks cool, and asking me what product I use.
By about 10 o clock we were probably on about our 10th bar and everyone was way drunk. Dan, who was always one of the last standing on a night out was getting the orders in. He went round the table asking if everyone wanted one, which everyone was inevitably going to say yes to. "Rich? yeah? Charlie? yeah? Fowls? yeah? Jumbo? yeah? Fag? yeah?"
It was the first time he'd called me it. For everyone else the night carried on completely as it was. But for me, time slowed down massively for a moment. It felt strange, and suddenly more real to hear him call me it. But after another drink I shook it off. It was only a nickname.
Thanks for reading this far. If you liked it, or if you have more ideas for what happens next, i'd love to hear. My email address is studfish23@yahoo.co.uk