This is a work of fiction that contains scenes of same-sex sex and is intended for an adult audience. The story is set in the 1970s, before AIDS, COVID, and cell phones. The copyright to this and all other chapters of the narrative belongs to the author.
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MAKING-ME-THEIR-LITTLE-BITCH - 15
I woke up with the phone ringing beside the bed. Who would be calling at this hour, for God's sake? And why didn't my mother answer? She should have been home at that time.
I picked up, and after saying a grumpy hello, I heard my grandmother's voice. It was my birthday, and she was always the one who would call first to congratulate me. Her voice was so sweet that I apologized for the way I answered. I could hear the grin in her voice as she forgave me for my grumpiness because it was my birthday. She also reminded me that my mother and I were going to meet her next Sunday. We'd all sing "Happy Birthday" together.
As soon as I hung up the phone, my mother stepped in with a tray in her hands, as if she had been listening from behind the door. Yes, I was always served breakfast in bed on my birthday.
"Fifteen years! It's been fifteen years, son! " She exclaimed, more enthusiastic than I was about my birthday. She kissed me, urged me as always to eat well because I was still growing, and reminded me that we were going to meet for a late lunch.
I hadn't forgotten my birthday. I simply hadn't paid as close attention to the date as I did in previous years. No wonder! With all that was going on in my life, my birthday had lost importance.
My father also called to congratulate me. Paulo, on the other hand, who usually was my first buddy to phone me on the date, did not call. Last year, he phoned shortly after my mother left for work. He said he was naked in bed, staring at my gift. "It's hard," he said. "And it misses you baby," he added, making a kissy sound into the phone with his typical ribald humor. We both chuckled as I replied with a dirty word.
After finishing breakfast, I got on my bike and traveled all over town. That was my gift to myself on my day. I enjoyed the wind on my face and being alone. Also, I thought better while pedaling.
The morning was bright and beautiful, and while I cycled, I couldn't help but think of Nico. What he had told me three days before confused me. He wanted to fuck me more often, however, everything would take place according to rules set by him. He wanted complete control over me. Speaking for myself, that was a ridiculous proposal. What did he think of me? Did he think I had no self-respect?
I cycled around, continuing to think about these things. Nico hadn't phoned me in three days, and I was beginning to get concerned. I couldn't tell if he was giving me time to think over his offer or if it was a tactic to make me feel insecure and put pressure on me.
Strangest of all, Paulo, Paco, and Ygor also seemed to have forgotten about me. I couldn't say whether the silence was a good or bad thing, but deep down, I was missing them. Damn. I hated myself for it. Why would I want these predators back rather than rejoice at their departure?
That response made me reflect on the joys I had discovered in the previous days thanks to them. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about it. I realized how much I enjoyed feeling a young man's rigid hardon between my buttcheeks, pressing into my hole and slamming into me. My ass and his tool complemented each other so well that they appeared to be created for each other. My body responded with an other-worldly joy when a man's body tensed up as he came, and most importantly, when I felt his spasmodic spurts of cum inside me. Being the means to the satisfaction of his sexual urgency completed me.
As great as this was, I couldn't fully accept it. Sometimes, I denied my desire, regretted what I had done, thought about running away from Paulo, Nico and their friends, and told myself that I was straight. I was worried sick about the risk of my secret getting out. No one else in town could know about it, I told myself over and over, as if that were a mantra.
My town was small, well wooded, beautiful, and peaceful. At the same time, however, its population was extremely conservative. It was a place that seemed to be suspended in time. Things around here never changed, or if they did, it was far too slowly. After my mother divorced my father, she faced discrimination in various social circles. Two of her closest friends turned their backs on her. I knew no one at school would stand by me if word got out that I was a faggot. No mother or father would let me get close to their boys anymore. I would be an outcast.
As I passed the school's side gate, I heard someone shout my name. I stopped and saw Paco waving at me. He was sitting on the steps of a staircase that led to one of the school's entranceways.
I got off my bike and walked towards him. As I approached, I saw that he was barefoot, with cleats and socks on the step. He wore black shorts and his team shirt, with black and white stripes and a red shield on the chest.
He had just finished training with the city's soccer team. His companions had already left, and he was waiting for the right time to go to work at the cafeteria in the center of town. He looked gorgeous in the afterglow of his physical effort. Sweaty, face flushed, hair disheveled, and legs smeared with dirt and grass. A few strands of hair plastered to his forehead by sweat gave him a manly, wild look.
He asked me to stay with him for a while. I nodded, and he indicated a place for me to sit down two steps below where he was. I noticed that while he seemed glad to see me, he still wished to maintain some separation.
I had nothing to complain about. I had a clear view of his thighs and groin from that position, facing his open legs. It was a stunning sight.
Most football players have strong thighs, but in Paco's case, they looked more developed and more muscular than those of his teammates. The same could be said of his ass. His shorts always looked a size or two, too small.
Those muscles were covered with a thin layer of black hair, which thickened on the inside of the thighs, nearer his balls. Unlike Nico, who was blond, Paco had full, black, straight hair. His lashes were heavy and his skin was slightly dark, the perfect kind of olive skin.
He messed with my hair with his hand and told me it was nice of me to be there with him, passing the time. As for me, as I recalled what had passed between us, I felt conflicted. Paco had always shown concern for me, and I was grateful for that, but I was also filled with distrust and a tiny bit of anger. He'd never told me that the encounters he'd had with me were only possible because Nico had given his consent. Paco was not as independent as I had imagined.
As we talked, I noted a pungent smell, which I quickly identified. It was Paco's feet. Intense, but not unpleasant. I looked at those bare feet before my eyes and found them quite masculine and sexy. They were big, larger than mine, while his toes had only a few black hairs on them.
"Like it?" Paco said, moving his right foot up, as if he was offering it to me.
He then surprised me by thrusting it even closer to my face. I slapped it away, but in a quick football move, his left foot was up at the other side of my face, this time tapping me on the cheek. When I pulled my face away, he hit the other side with his right foot.
I raised both arms like a shield. He stopped, dropped his feet, laughed at the humiliating predicament he had put me in, and said, "See Leo? See how good my soccer skills are?"
Before I could respond, we heard a door slam and the rattle of a key in the lock. Paco sat back upright and a hot young man with long hair that reached his shoulders, appeared in the corridor. He was leaving the locker room, and as he approached, Paco introduced us, saying that his name was Marcelo and that he was the team's new coach.
In his position, a few steps above me, wearing tight shorts and a T-shirt, the man seemed remarkably strong. He gave me a longer and inquisitive look and asked whether I played football too. I replied that I only played occasionally, and that I was nowhere near Paco's level of skill. He went on to say that he needed people to form teams to play against the players he was coaching. He stated that if I wanted to show up, I would be welcome.
"And you will be helping your friend Paco, who needs to train a lot more consistently," he added with a slight admonishment.
Turning to Paco, he told him to remember to lock the locker room and to leave the key in his office after showering. Already saying goodbye, with his back to us, he yelled to Paco, "You did a good job, man. Keep up the good work!"
As soon as he left, I told Paco that I didn't know that the football team now had an exclusive coach. Paco replied that the coach had just been hired a few weeks before, and that he was working as an assistant to Paulo's father.
"This way, Coach Costa will be able to dedicate himself more to the swim team," he continued. "The school board is pressuring him to win more medals in this year's competitions. Gold Medals."
"I had no idea Coach Costa was under pressure," I said. "Could that be why he came back early from vacation? How did you find out all of this, Paco? Who told you?"
"The new coach did," he replied, a smile on his face. "He says I'm the team's best player and talks to me a lot. He not only shows me how to play better, he also tells me about things that happen at school and gives me good advice."
"Advice?" That made me curious. "What advice does he give you?"
Paco wrapped his hand around his balls, pulled them up, threw his head back, and told me, laughing, "One of the first things he said to me is that I have to be careful not to get any girls pregnant. In his experience, he's seen it ruin too many guy's sporting careers. When he told me that, I laughed and told him not to worry because no girl in our town wants to fuck any of us before marriage. He really laughed at that, but then said boys my age are always too horny and want to push girls too far. He also said that he is a man like me and understands my urges, but that I need to be careful and not get anyone pregnant."
At this point, Paco paused, looked at me slyly, and then continued, "I felt like telling him not to worry because the girl I'm fucking right now doesn't get pregnant."
He laughed as if he had told a really funny joke, but I didn't like it.
"Are you considering an athletic career, Paco?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Of course, Leo. I want to play for a major league team, become famous, and make a lot of money. I can't do that if I stay in this jerkwater town. I need to get out."
"And how do you intend to do that?"
"Marcelo will help me try out for teams outside of here."
Paco seemed very excited about the prospect of leaving our city. As he spoke, I thought about the differences between him and Nico, his best friend. It wasn't just physical differences. They had distinct personalities. Nico revealed little about his inner self. This helped to maintain an aura of mystery and power around him. Paco, however, was always willing to talk to me. That morning he seemed even more willing.
I took advantage of his openness and spoke with him about a topic that sparked my curiosity. I asked, "Did you and Nico do something with some other guy before I came along?"
He shrugged, and said, "Hey, why are you asking me this? Is it because we know how to handle your pussy?"
"Stop it, Paco," I reacted. "I don't have a pussy!"
I had already learned that I shouldn't react that way with Nico, he'd hit me in the face for it, but I felt more at ease with Paco.
He seemed not to have heard what I said and replied, "You didn't answer my question, Leo. Why are you asking?"
"Well yeah, I got the idea that you guys knew exactly what you were doing," I responded. "It was only a guess at the time, but I think I figured it out a few days ago. I heard someone say that you were blown by a faggot who was obsessed with your cock."
"Who told you that, Leo?"
"Ygor. He told me about the conversation you had at Jere's party," I replied. "You said at the time that the rumors that a faggot could suck cock better than a girl were true. You could attest to that because you had already been sucked off by a faggot. It was only after you said that, that Nico and Paulo made the deal about me."
Before he could say anything, I asked, "What's his name? Can you tell me? Do I know him?"
"The faggot's name? No. No way. I'm not going to talk about it with you, Leo," he replied.
"Why not, Paco?"
"Because I don't want to. And that's all!"
I asked him once more to tell me, but he held firm. I couldn't figure out what he was up to. Did he not want to hurt someone's feelings? Was he under the impression that because the person refused to come out himself, it wouldn't be fair for someone else to do so? Regardless, I persisted and Paco eventually informed me that the person no longer lived in town. He had moved over a year ago.
I asked him if he was who had discovered the faggot. All too quickly, and proudly he replied yes.
"The cocksucker hid it well, like you," he added, his voice more animated. "But I noticed he looked at my schlong when we showered after games."
After saying that, I praised Paco. To inflate his ego, I said he was a wise man, able to see inside people and see what they truly were.
"Fuck man, you can't imagine how I felt when I found out what he liked and got him to service me," he continued, spurred on by what I had just said. "I'd found a faggot who could be my personal cocksucker! In this fucking town, where it's almost impossible to find a girl willing to suck a dick, it was like winning the lottery."
"Don't you miss him?" I asked, trying to get him to reveal something more intimate.
"No. I don't miss him," he replied, grabbing again his balls and cock, pulling up, and smiling. "What I miss is his hot mouth around my cock."
He squeezed his dick, spread his legs wider, letting me see part of his balls, and said he missed his tight ass too. "It wasn't as good as yours, but it served me well."
The mention of that guy's ass reminded Paco of the first time he fucked him. He told me that the guy cried, but he didn't stop.
"What a fucking whore! What did he want?" He said to me. "For me to stop? After all that time I spent trying to convince him to give me his ass? Because of a few tears? I didn't even think about stopping, Leo. After punching my big cock into that tight hole, it wasn't possible to stop."
It was clear that despite not revealing his name to me, Paco had no respect for the person he had fucked. Gradually, as the memory awakened within him, he gave more information about what had happened.
"Yeah, I plowed the tight hole of that punk, and I turned him into a bitch. My bitch," he told me. "I could have my own private bitch. I could fuck that tight pussy every day, and twice on Sundays, or any other time I was horny."
The mound in his shorts was impressive. His musky smell, his groin mixed with sweat continued to waft through the air. He told me he was so proud and excited about his acquisition that he couldn't resist and told his best friend everything.
He fell silent for a few moments, after saying that, smoothed his thick black hair back with his hand, and said, "Afterward, I regretted doing that."
From that day on, according to his account, Paco lost control of the situation. His best friend wanted in on it too. Paco agreed, but then his friend told a couple of others as well. The three started forcing the guy to serve them as well.
The guy's mother and father became suspicious of the changes in their son's behavior. They also found it strange how often he was visited at home by friends they had never heard of.
At this point in the conversation, Paco revealed that he was from a wealthy family, and his parents decided to move him away from the city. "They sent him to study in a bigger city," he told me. "They hid him to protect the family's honor. That's what the rich people around here do."
Paco paused, pressed his cock into his shorts, and said, "If I hadn't told my friends, I would have had my own little bitch to this day. I should have protected him."
"Is this why you look after me?" I asked him, surprised at the discovery I had made.
"Yeah," he replied, ruffling my hair once more. "I don't want what happened to that other boy to happen to you. You need to stick around. My dick needs you."
I wondered who the other three friends were with whom Paco had shared the mouth and ass of the unknown faggot. However, it didn't take long for me to figure it out. Nico, Alex, and Ygor were the most likely names that came to mind.
"Have you and Nico talked about this?" I asked Paco, without specifying exactly what subject I was referring to. I was just fishing.
"Nico doesn't talk much," Paco replied, "but I know that since then he's been bent on having his own little bitch, a bitch to serve him and over which he has full control."
He stopped and fixed me with a lustful gaze.
"Hey!" I spoke. "I'm not Nico's property. He wants me to be, but I won't agree."
Paco shook his head and told me he didn't believe Nico would give me the power to make that decision. "You're a treasure, Leo, and he found you," he told me. "Finders, keepers."
"No. I'm not his. You're wrong," I said.
Paco gave me a long look and told me that he and Nico treated guys like me differently. "When I have a faggot in my hands," he said, "I don't care about anything other than fucking him and unloading my balls. You're ideal for that. You adore cock... And don't get pregnant! What else could I ask for? Nothing. I don't want to own you. Things aren't the same with Nico, though. He isn't just interested in fucking faggots. He wants to oversee them. He's a bully. He enjoys being in charge, subduing the faggot, and pushing him to new heights or maybe new lows."
"You're scaring me," I said.
Paco chuckled, "Oh, no. I'm not saying anything new to you, bitch. You know who you're dealing with."
I tried once more to change the direction of the conversation. I asked Paco if Nico was the friend he first told about the faggot which he had been using a year ago. He said yes, and added, "Nico later regretted telling more people. He realized that was why he lost that treasure. Like me, he learned his lesson, and that's good for you, babe."
"Why is it good for me?" I asked.
"Having learned his lesson means he doesn't intend to go around telling all his friends that you're a faggot. Nico knows that if your secret gets out, he could lose you. Your family could take you away from him. He doesn't want to jeopardize the good thing he's found."
Those remarks from Paco turned on a light in my head. While Nico inspired fear in me, and was trying to convince me that I was a cock-hungry faggot, he wasn't like Paulo who used my fear of exposure as his main weapon. Yes, Nico had already offered me to Paco and Alex and said that other friends of his could use me, however, he also assured me that everything would be under his control and that he would protect me.
Was that good for me, as Paco said? Not so much. Nico intended to keep everything hidden as long as I obeyed his orders and did whatever he wanted. I had no idea what his limit would be. Still, that sounded better than Paulo's threats to go out and offer me to his pals and brag about it.
"What about Paulo?" I asked Paco. "He is the one who is threatening to tell his friends."
"I don't know Paulo very well," Paco admitted, "but I know he and Nico have always been at loggerheads. I had hoped that they would work out their differences, but that seems to be more difficult."
"Why, Paco?"
"Because of your ass, Leo! What else could it be?"
"My ass?! What!?!"
"Are you blind, Leo? The trophy is your ass. I have no idea what goes through Paulo's mind, but I do know Nico. When he returns to the team, he wants everyone to know that he came out on top. He wants everyone to see it. He wants to be seen as the winner."
"The winner? In the fight for my ass? Hey, is he going to tell his teammates about me? But you just said..."
"No, dumbass. He won't say anything. It's all a matter of attitude. Even if his teammates don't know exactly why, they would know Nico didn't come crawling back. He will be able to strut back. I'm not sure if that will really work, but that's how Nico's mind works."
As soon as he said that, he looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Fuck, Leo, it's time! I need to shower and get dressed for work."
He got up, went down one step, and standing with his cock above my face, asked me if I would like to take a shower with him. "You could help me with this," he said, stroking his tool. "It misses you."
I looked up. His smiling eyes caught mine. He winked and said, "It will be just the two of us in there. Let's go, baby."
"No, I can't," I replied.
"Aw c'mon, Leo. You're not going to leave me like this, are you? It will be quick. Please," he asked.
"No, I can't," I repeated. "I need to go."
Before I finished the sentence, he lowered his shorts, letting his semi-hard tool swing before my eyes, and said in a seductive voice, "Let's get it on, baby. Your man needs your services and I know you want to help him out. Do you think I didn't notice how you kept staring at my thighs and cock during our talk?"
He rubbed his dick as he spoke, making it enlarge in front of my eyes.
"Fuck, Nico! Someone might see us," I reacted, terrified.
"If you don't want to be seen, come with me," he replied.
"You can't do this to me," I replied, feeling cornered. "That's not fair. You called me over to talk to you and to keep you company. Now you're threatening to expose me right out here in the open if I don't do what you want."
"Hey bitch, it wasn't me who provoked this," he snapped, tucking that menacing thing back into his shorts. "I called you over to talk, but you're the one who insisted on talking about the other faggot. It was you who left me in this state. You know what, Leo? You're always teasing me."
"That's not true. You're the one who's always blaming me for your hard-on, Paco," I reacted. "It's not my fault if you're always horny."
"Of course, you're to blame, bitch," he said. "With that hot ass of yours, you're always teasing us guys."
"Paco..."
I was unable to finish the phrase. He grabbed my neck, and slammed my face against his cock, cutting off my air supply.
"Are you feeling it, Leo?" He asked me, in a forceful tone. And before I could respond, he continued, "Do you have any idea how tough it is for me to go to work in this state? It's all on you, Leo. You were the one who caused this, and now it's up to you to fix it."
After a few seconds in that position, he let go of my head and walked away with a self-assured gait. He seemed so sure I would follow him that I felt humiliated. What did he think of me? That I was always desperate for his dick?
I should have left then, but I didn't. I looked around to make sure no one was watching me and followed him. As soon as I entered the locker room, I locked the door and peered into the stalls. When I saw we were alone, I turned to Nico. He was already naked, leaning against a sink, slowly and teasingly rubbing his cock.
He seemed cool and in control of the situation. His body seemed to tell me with every movement that he was the real man and I was the faggot. I wanted to immediately throw myself at his feet, but at the same time, I didn't. In the silence of the bathroom occupied by just the two of us, my fear returned and I thought about leaving. So, in a last-ditch effort to persuade him to let me go, I told him it was my birthday and that I needed to leave to see my mother.
He didn't say anything. He just smirked arrogantly, but that was enough to convince me to kneel. Naturally, as if he had always expected this outcome, he pointed his cock at my mouth and told me, "Congratulations, Leo. Here's your present. If you take care of it, it has a surprise waiting for you inside. Suck it, Leo."
I moved my face and was about to swallow his dick when Paco grabbed my head and asked, "Haven't you forgotten your manners, Leo?"
"What are you talking about, Paco?"
"How do you answer when you receive a gift as gorgeous as this, Leo?"
Puzzled, I paused briefly. "Thank you, Paco," I said, mortified.
"That's it. Give it a kiss and go ahead. Show your man how much you appreciate the gift he is giving you."
Paco's cock was always a challenge for me because of its thickness. I was a little nervous every time I stepped in front of it. I always asked myself if it was possible for me to take it all the way down. Would I be able to satisfy him?
I wanted to prove to him that I hadn't forgotten his cock-sucking lessons. I wanted to make an impression on him in some way.
"Hey, cocksucker!" he exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts. "I appreciate that you enjoy admiring my big cock, but this isn't the time. Just do your job."
I slowly licked Paco's dickhead and descended the shaft till I reached his balls. Then I returned back up. I swirled my tongue around the red head. When I got to the top, I caressed it in all directions and covered it with saliva. I devoted careful attention to Paco's frenulum, which appeared to be one of his most sensitive points. As he had taught me, I spat a few times on that gorgeous column before opening my mouth and swallowing its head.
Paco let out a deep groan. I continued forward, opening my mouth wide and feeling my jaws ache. When its hot head hit my throat entrance, Paco groaned again and said, "Fuck, that's it, cocksucker. Swallow that dick."
After those enthusiastic words from my teacher, my mouth began to come and go around his granite-hard erection, letting it penetrate and stretch my throat deeper and deeper. He moaned and said more words of encouragement, mixed with curses, like dumb whore, dirty slut, fucking cocksucker.
After finally burying his dick in my throat, I thought he was going to blow his load. However, he stopped and said, "I want to give you your birthday surprise in your other hole."
He walked away, told me to get up, and went to the locker area. He opened one of the lockers and took out a tube of lube. Turning to me, he waved it in the air and told me, "I don't want to hurt my girl's tight pussy."
Before I could protest once more against the use of that word "pussy," he had me facing the sink, pulled my shorts down to my ankles, and slapped my buttcheeks. One globe at a time, hard, making them bounce and probably leaving them with his fingerprints. He squeezed and stroked them lustfully and whispered, "Fuck, Leo, you have the finest ass I've ever seen. The skin is soft, like a baby's skin, and the muscles are firm and beautifully plump. It's the perfect ass to fuck. You know that, right, bitch?"
I looked into the mirror in front of us and saw that he was fully immersed in the sight of my ass. He ran a finger up and down my hairless asscrack and spread my cheeks to gaze at the bunghole. "Tight. Pink. Beautiful," he murmured in a trance, as his fingertip gently caressed the area.
Suddenly, he lifted his face, looked at me in the mirror, and said, "You didn't answer my question, Leo. You know you have a treasure here, don't you?"
I replied that I don't think about those things. He slapped my bum again, this time harder. I let out a yelp, and he said, "Don't lie to me, Leo. I know you like to tease men like me with these gorgeous buttcheeks. Isn't it true, Leo, that you're a naughty little teaser?"
"I'm telling you the truth, Paco," I insisted. "I'm not what you're saying."
He slapped my glutes once more, applying more force to his hands, and continued, "Oh, no? So tell me, what was the point of that dance at Jere's party? You acted like a naughty girl attracting the attention of almost every guy that was there. Were you trying to get all of our cocks that night?"
"No!" I reacted. "That's not what I wanted, Paco. I was drunk. I just wanted to dance and have a good time."
Faced with this new refusal of mine, Paco started slapping my ass repeatedly, as if he wanted to punish me. One punch after another, each one getting harder and harder. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Fuuuck! I'd only been beaten like that once before, and it had been by my dad, not by a schoolmate nearly my age.
"Stop, Nico. It hurts," I pleaded.
He grabbed and squeezed my neck, said he'd only stop if I told the truth, and repeated the question, "You're a slutty little teaser, aren't you, Leo?"
"Please, Paco. I don't remember what I did."
Another spank came down upon my reddening ass.
"Say it, Leo. Tell me you're a teaser."
I could feel my buttocks quivering and getting hotter and more painful with each blow. Worst of all, I could feel my cock growing and getting harder.
"Say it, Leo!" He yelled, with wrath in his voice.
"It hurts, Paco!"
"Say it!"
"Yes, Leo. Yes! You're right. I'm a slutty teaser," I said, on the verge of sobbing. "I'm a naughty teaser. Satisfied? Is that what you wanted to hear? Can you stop it now? Please?"
He stopped, put his mouth to my ear, and said, "That's it, Leo. Now you're saying it like it was. You deliberately wanted to turn us all on even though we like girls."
He calmed down as he said that. He held me from behind and stroked my waist and ass. With a hard-on, just like me, he gripped my chest with both hands like he was cupping my breasts, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Sorry baby, I didn't want to do that, but you're responsible for this and you need to admit it."
That confused me. He'd praised my ass enthusiastically, then spanked me and blamed me for being a teaser, and now he was sorry for the abuse? I couldn't keep up with him and was looking for anything to say when he moved his hand up to my ass and began stroking the tiny bud of my anus.
"Do you want me to fuck you, baby?" he asked in the sweetest voice imaginable.
"Uh-huh," I replied, scared and still not understanding what was going on in his head.
He slid his fingertip slowly into the orifice, took it out, sniffed it, and said to me, "Your pussy smells good, baby."
He made me sniff it too, took the tube of lube he had left on the sink, and told me, "Let me make this pussy nice and wet."
He kept saying "pussy" even though he knew I didn't like it, but given what had happened, I decided it was best to let him do what he wanted. He pulled my buttocks apart and began to poke the hole with a finger, smearing the lube. He did it in a delicate and sensuous manner.
"How many days has it been since you've been fucked, baby?" He asked.
I replied that I had been with Nico four days ago.
"Yeah, I know. But he didn't fuck your ass that day. Answer me, Leo, how many days has it been since you've felt a dick in your ass?" He asked again.
"Paco, what makes you think Nico didn't fuck me?" I asked.
Paco didn't even bother to respond. "How many days have you been wanting to feel a dick in your ass, babe?" he asked for the third time.
"Five," I replied.
I had been counting the days since Ygor had fucked me at Paulo's home. Paco grinned when he realized I had answered accurately and joked that I must be crazy to get fucked. "You're getting hooked on dick, aren't you?"
He was right. I was dying to feel a big cock inside me, but I was also afraid to admit it. Every step I took in that direction would seal my fate as the faggot, the bitch of the group.
I asked him if there was any risk of someone showing up. "Who else has the locker room key, Paco? The coach gave you his, but what about other teachers?"
Paco kissed and bit my earlobe and said, "C'mon Leo, take a deep breath and relax. It's your birthday, and I've got your present ready. To be honest, I shouldn't fuck you today, but since it's your birthday, I guess I'm going to break the rule."
What rule was he referring to? Was he going to violate something that had been arranged with Nico?
"What are you talking about, Paco? What rule?" I asked, with a sudden hope that I could still stop what was about to occur.
"Stop talking back, Leo. I'm ready to go."
He slammed me against the wall, dragged his right hand down my body, and pushed two fingers into my hole. I groaned, and he said, "I know you, Leo. I know exactly what type of boy you are and what you're looking for. You don't want to leave me with blue balls, do you?"
I groaned once more. He realized there would be no more resistance, pushed his fingers farther into my hole and forced me to bend my body, giving him more access to my ass.
He lined up his cock with my already widened hole and began to push. I groaned and braced my hands against the wall to keep my balance. He gripped my neck with force and shushed me, warning that I was moaning too loudly. If I kept going, I'd end up catching someone's attention.
He held me around the waist with one hand, covered my mouth with the other, and slammed his cock all the way in. I screamed again, but it was muffled by his hand.
"I need your hole," he told me, as he kept his huge tool deliberately immobile and buried in my ass. "I need it badly. Your pussy is the only way for me to get some sex and follow coach's advice to not get any girls pregnant."
He removed it completely, seemed to peer into the hole, took aim, and slammed everything into me. Then once again, he stood still for a few seconds. It was as though he wanted me to recognize that I was merely a pussy, a hot, tight hole in which he could discharge all of his intense sexual energy. Slowly and steadily, he did various movements with his waist, sideways, down and up, without moving back a millimeter.
His weapon began to reawaken and arouse that mysterious, magical place within me. I whimpered softly into his hand, sank my torso even farther, and elevated my ass.
He took it out again and started fucking slowly. I leaned my arms on the wall and offered even more of my ass to him. He took his hand from my mouth and grabbed me around the waist.
His motions became more rapid. Soon, he was fucking so fast and hard that I thought he was going to pull me off the floor.
I was moaning softly and nonstop, by now not knowing which gave me more pleasure, his cock buried in my ass or the feeling of being used by him. This athletic, strong boy really needed my help and it was my joy to provide it. It felt so good that for a moment, immersed in that trance, I found myself wondering if it wasn't in my nature to be dominated and to give pleasure...
He wrapped his arm around my throat, and pulled me back into him. I turned my face and our lips touched lightly. We were both sweating and breathing quickly. He bit my ear and shoulder and pushed me back, hands braced against the wall and my ass arched and pressed against his cock.
He increased the force of his thrusts. Willingly, I sought to relax my inner musculature, easing the entrance of his thick cock, welcoming the invader.
"Yeah, bitch, there you go," he said, lost in his lubricious trance. "Open that pussy up for your man! I'm stretching your cunt w-i-i-i-de open."
He grabbed my shoulders. In that position, he took full control of my body, reducing it to nothing more than a tight hole for the pleasure of his thick cock. Surely, my buttcheeks jiggled and bounced with each thrust.
The feeling of his control, my inner muscles squeezing and caressing his huge cock, my groans and his, the smell of sex, all these things were triggering his orgasm. Feeling his tension and pace build, I begged him to cum inside of me. I knew he'd do it whether I wanted him to or not, but I wanted to show him my total submission. And that's what he did.
His seed was blasted into me. Abundantly. He hammered me a few more times until he had emptied all of his cum and collapsed over my back, gasping for air. When I tried to withdraw, he held me down and said, "Not yet. Let me taste your pussy some more."
He stayed with his dick inside me, waiting for it to soften, while he ran his hands over my chest and abdomen, in a prolonged caress. I could feel his cum dripping down my balls and thighs.
Finally, he lifted his weight and moved away, making some wet noises in the process. However, before I could recover my balance, he opened my glutes, saw the cum gushing out, and said, "Bitch, you always light my fire. Take a look at how much jizz you pulled from me."
He stuck a finger into the hole, and, seeing it covered in cum, added, laughing, "If your cunt was fertile, you'd have quintuplets."
We both showered together. Despite the rush, Paco showed his gentle side again, helping to soap my body, especially my ass. It wasn't the first time we'd showered together. He seemed to have more intimacy with my body and me, than with his own.
I helped him dry off. I couldn't stop myself from licking his cock as I knelt on the floor to dry his lower body. When I reached down to rub his calves and feet, Paco deliberately moved forward until I felt the tip of his penis brush along the top of my bowed head.
I lingered longer at his feet and languidly caressed the top of each foot with my towel to dry it off, and then carefully worked the corner of my towel between each toe. All the while, his swaying body continued to draw circles on my head with the head of his penis, and sometimes his balls. I felt completely owned, and completely content. I couldn't go any farther because Paco slapped my head, called me a pervert, and reminded me that he needed to leave shortly.
He told me as we dressed that Nico was correct when he said he had turned me into a cock junkie. I replied, defiantly, that Nico believed he had more control over me than he actually did. Paco laughed and pushed me out of the locker room.
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