I stood leaning against the wall outside his office trying to get myself together. My life was falling apart around me. It couldn't get any worse than this.
I wandered around the halls. I had missed my next class. I couldn't even begin to think about classes. I knew I was completely blowing off my class, cause I was blowing a guy. Fuck, I was a sick fuck, making up jokes about how low I had become.
Scenes from the day kept playing through my mind, each scene seeming to overwhelm me with its intensity. I meandered around campus thinking what I was going to do with me life. My cock craved what had been happening to me, I felt like I was on some kind of sex drug. I wanted more and more. And each thing made me hate myself more and more. What was I becoming and what would I do with my life.
At this point, I was ready to either check myself into a mental ward, or sell myself to some white slave market. I had read about those. They made you do all kinds of terrible things and you couldn't do anything about it. At least, I would be amongst strangers and none of my friends or family would have to know how debased and shameful I had become.
I don't think I had ever been this low and down and depressed in my entire life. Somehow, I end up at my dorm. I took the elevator up, something I never did. I just didn't want to make an effort.
I opened the door and Bobby was sitting at my desk using my computer. I came in, dropped my backpack on the floor. I pulled off the t-shirt, undid the belt and let the shorts drop. I went over and knelt by my bed and laid my chest on it. "I am ready, Sir," I said, in the most down on my luck tone, I had ever used.
"What is this all about?" Bobby turned to look at me.
"You said I would be punished, I am ready for it, Sir. Everything else about my day and life has gone to shit, so I might as well get this over with."
"Look asswipe, I will determine when you get punished, how you get punished and what I will used to punish you. You have no say in this what so ever. Do you get my point?"
"Yes, sir," I said, completely disheartened.
"And what do you mean your life has gone to shit? Did I tell you to roll in shit or to eat shit? I don't understand." I think he was just trying to be obtuse.
I raised myself up on my elbows and said, "Look, I get it. I am a low life, scum-sucking cocksucker, that only deserves to be around to do what someone else tells me to do. My cock loves it, but my mind hates it. I can never go out in public again, I can't see my friends and forget seeing my family. Just let me stay in here and I'll do anything you say in this room."
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, what the fuck are you talking about. Get up and sit on the bed!" He turned in the chair as I got up and sat on the bed.
"Today, it is just overwhelming, just too many things I have done, that I can't live with myself. I am a dirty, filthy, fucked up pervert. I jack off in front of strangers, fuck myself, suck cocks, drink cum, get pissed on, stand naked in front of my professors, it is all just too much." I was just running down as I told the litany of my day.
"Wait!" he demanded. "What standing naked in front of professor?" He grabbed hold of my chin and made me look him in the face. "What are you talking about?"
Once again I thought I was going to lose it. "Professor Welsh, my English Prof, I couldn't sit still in class and he called me into his office after class." Tears began to roll, having to tell this to him. "He undid the belt and the shorts fell down, took of my shirt, saw me naked hard, told me to jack, wouldn't, wanted to call Dean, asked him not to, he paddles me with a ruler, and ah, he, ah, oh fuck, I am done, I ah..." and I was bawling now.
Bobby lifted me up and made me stand. He wrapped his arms around me and held me really tight. "It's okay. It will be alright." He continued to squeeze me and pat my naked back. He let me sob it all out. I was a mess, once again reduced to a blubbering idiot. But he kept holding me until I got it together. Then he backed up and held me by the shoulders.
"Look at me!" and he shook my shoulders. "Look at me!" I raised my head and looked him in the eye.
"Don't beat yourself up over this!" He was talking louder than he ever had to me. "How old are you?"
"I am 18," I said snuffing up the snot that was running out of my nose.
"And how many times have you had sex with anyone, man, woman or dog, before yesterday?"
"None." This was not cheering me up.
"And how many times have you cum in the last 24 hours?"
"I don't know - too many to count."
"So why is the last 24 hours the worst day in your life?"
"Because I have done so many terrible things?"
"What terrible things?"
"You know, you made me do them!"
"You mean strip naked and jack off in front of me and strangers?"
"Yes!"
"You mean being pissed on, eating a candy bar out of your ass?"
"Yes!"
"You mean being paraded around, nearly naked and making you show yourself off to other people."
"Yes!"
"You mean let some guy shave you and make you suck cock?"
"YES! DAMNIT!"
"And this is terrible?"
"YES!"
"Then why is your cock rock hard?" his voice had returned to it normal level.
I looked down and saw that what he said was right.
"But all those things are terrible, depraved and humiliating," I said, trying to keep my logic together. It seemed to get all twisted when I was around Bobby.
"For who?" he took a hold of my jaw again and looked me in the eye. "Not for me!" He shook my jaw and let go. "If I thought it was terrible would I be here with you. Would I encourage you? Would I let myself live in your room, wear your clothes and order you around, if I saw something wrong in it?" Then he stepped up real close, my cock was touching his belly. I could smell his breath as he talked.
"Would I have let you suck my cock, if I thought it was disgusting?" He kept his face in mine and I could see his eyes moving left and right searching my face and eyes. "Would I?"
I looked at him back square in the eyes, "No, I guess not." I was losing the argument.
"That's right," he stepped back and grabbed my jock off the floor and threw it at me. "Now dry your face, blow your nose and sit down on the bed." I wiped my face and then smelled the jock. It was full of piss, cum, sweat and everything. But I put my nose in it and blew hard. Then I threw the jock down on the floor.
"Now sit down."
I sat on my bed and looked at him. "Now tell me what happened with this professor. Can you do it without falling apart again?"
I nodded my head and then remembering said, "Yes. I think so."
"Here I know what will help." He stood up, faced me and then unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the floor. He now stood in front of me naked. His cock was hanging low across his nuts with all the wiry brown hair surrounding it. "You keep looking at that while you tell your story. That should help. And if you feel yourself loosing it, reach out and grab hold of it."
I did reach out and cup his huge balls in my hand. I rolled them back and forth and then began telling the story. I told him everything that happened. He stood there letting me fondle his cock and balls while I told it. It did help me concentrate. After a bit, I even forgot what I was doing with his dick.
When I finished he said, "Well, that isn't that bad. You got a little paddling and he saw you naked. No big deal." I looked up and realized what I was doing and let go of his cock. "Okay, he didn't call anyone and he didn't report you, otherwise, someone would have been here by now.
"Okay, tomorrow you go to his office and you drop your shorts again and take off your shirt. And if he asks you to relieve yourself, then you go ahead and do it. I give you permission. You do whatever he tells you. You were very brave not to tell him anything about me. Again, it is up to you to tell him about me."
"You want me to jack off in front of my professor?" I asked, incredulously.
"Yeah, you've jacked off in front of me and Tony and I don't know who else. What is one more jacking?"
He said it so casually. "Will you do it?" he demanded to know.
"Yes, sir," I responded mesmerized by him again.
"Good." He turned and went back and sat down at the computer.
"You should see the response we are getting on those videos of yours I posted. I put them up on this web site, dudesoffcampus.com, and wow people have been commenting on them all night and day. They want more. I may have to start charging for them." I looked at him, shocked again.
"And that stuff you wrote down last night, about everything that has happened to you. Using a pen name of mine, "Harry Rod", I posted them on Nifty.org. I posted just the first 2 chapters and the emails I am getting are terrific. People really think it is hot!" He turned and looked at me. "They want more. So tonight, before you go to bed, I want you to write about today."
"Right now, I think you need to get something to eat." He got up and walked over to me. His cock inches from my face. I started to open my mouth, when he said, "What have you had to eat today. I mean besides your cum and mine?"
I closed my eyes, trying to remember. He was right, I had had nothing but my cum this morning and his around lunch time.
"Come on pull on these shorts and a t-shirt and I'll take you out for dinner."
I took the shorts from him and stood as he backed up. I put them on and realized I would have to trap my cock in the waistband again. I pulled on the t-shirt, as he dressed in my clothes again.
As I started for the door I realized I needed to take a leak before we left, so I asked Bobby if it was okay. "Sure bring your backpack, that has your bottle in it, right?"
"Yes," I wanted to say, but the toilet is right in there. But I didn't I just grabbed my backpack and followed him out. I noticed he had a small pack with him as well.
Again, I was self-conscious walking the halls of the dorm with a hard on trapped in my shorts. I tried not to look at anyone we met in the halls, on the stairs or in the reception area as we left the dorm.
When we got to the parking lot, Bobby led he way to his car. I was a blue Chevy Malibu. Once we got there, he told me I was driving, but before I was to get in, he told me to get out my bottle and piss in it.
I sat my pack on the roof of his car, opened it and retrieved the bottle. It was now about half full. I looked around the parking lot. It was fairly dark in the area we were in, so I pushed down my shorts and worked to get my cock pointing down and into the bottle. I was blushing again, with Bobby was standing next to me, watching me.
This was not going to be easy. Standing outside in the public parking lot, my hard cock sticking into a bottle in front of someone. Bobby said, "We can stand here all night. It is up to you." I stood there a while longer, when he said, "Here, let me show you how it is done."
He took the bottle away from me, unzipped his shorts, pulled out his flaccid cock, slid it down into the opening and let go a foam-making stream. That made me have to go even more.
When he finished, he handed it back to me, put his cock, back in his shorts and zipped up. I stood there with my cock in the bottle and finally got a stream going. Then it came in a flood. I thought the bottle was going to over flow.
"Don't spill it," he said as he pushed bottle up and the head of my dick went below the surface of the piss, but I kept pissing until finishing as the level rose to the lip.
I removed my cock, released it and it popped up and hit my stomach. I screwed the lid on, set it on the roof, then put my cock back in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them up.
I opened the car then with the keys. I got in and unlocked the passenger door for Bobby, then adjusted all the mirrors, the steering wheel and buckled up before the starting the car. The seat belt pressed across my throbbing cock.
"Where to?" I asked.
"Head out of the campus and then turn west." I followed his directions and once we were out of the campus he told me to pull over. I did as he said.
When we were stopped, he pulled out his camera and said, "Take off your shorts."
I hesitated only a couple of seconds this time. I unbuckled, and then worked the shorts off, and once down around my ankles, I was able to bring them up. I looked over and Bobby was filming the whole thing. Then he took the shorts from me. I buckled up, but my cock was free this time, sticking up between the steering wheel and me.
"Okay, now drive, I will give you directions. Drive with your left hand and stroke yourself with your right hand. Don't cum; just lightly stroke it. If you get close to cumming, let me know, but stop stroking before you cum."
I put the car into gear and very conscious of my nakedness drove very carefully, following his directions. I didn't want to get pulled over or have a wreck, not dressed or undressed like this. My cock was aching to cum. It was so sensitive and dripped now and then as I stroked it.
When a rather large amount oozed out, Bobby said, "Wipe it up and then lick it off of your fingers." I did as he said, shivering as I tasted my own precum.
We drove by a fast food place and Bobby told me to turn in. I began sweating; he wasn't going to make me go through the drive through was he. He enjoyed the look on my face. "No just cruising through the parking lot, giving some of the high school students something to see.
Indeed, several teenagers were walking to and from their cars and I am sure some of them, guys and girls saw me. Once through the parking lot, he directed me to a restaurant. In the parking lot, he picked out a parking spot and told me to park there.
Once there, he said, "Okay, after you unbuckle, open the door, stand up, I'll hand you your shorts and you can put them on." My cock twitched and pulsed at the thought of that. But I was running on autopilot, with only my face and body betraying me with blushes and boners.
So I unbuckled my belt, looked in all the mirrors and not seeing anyone, opened the door. The overhead light went on and it was like a spotlight on me and I went red. I got out of the car, hoping to get my shorts on quickly, but Bobby waited before giving me. Evidently he was waiting until there was someone in the parking lot. I don't know if they would be able to see me , but it sure made me want to get my shorts quickly.
Bobby chuckled and handed me my shorts. I grabbed them and pulled them on, once again trapping the head of my now wet cock head in the waistband.
We went in to the restaurant and Bobby asked for a booth. It was a booth for four. Bobby had me go in first on one side all the way back and then he took the other side closer to the front. Bobby still had his camera with him. I couldn't figure out why and then thought that I didn't really want to know.
The waitress took our order and then Bobby excused himself. I looked around the restaurant. About 2/3's of the tables were occupied. All kinds of groups, families, couples, guys from the college, etc.
When Bobby came back, he leaned in close to me and said, "Take your cock out under the table."
My mouth made a big "O" but I slipped my hand under the table and freed my cock. He sat his camera on the bench next to him. I realized it was focused on my cock under the table.
Our meals came and it was good, I was starving. At one point, Bobby told me to wipe my cock and then bring up my finger up and lick it, as if I was licking my fingers from the food. This only made my cock twitch more.
As we were finishing up he leaned in close "Now jack off. I want you to cum. I want you to cover the floor and the bottom of the table with your cum."
He then sat back and stared me in the eyes as I took my cock in hand to really begin stroking. I knew it wasn't going to take much. I was getting close and my eyes were about to roll up into my head, when I heard, "Yes, that's right. Right over here we have Davey. Davey is here with his friend Bobby. Celebrating his 18th Birthday. So let's all sing him Happy Birthday." I was shooting load after load after load. On the floor, bottom of the table, I am sure the seat across from me and across my legs and the whole restaurant began singing happy birthday. I am sure I had this stupid look on my face as the entire restaurant looked over to our table and sang at the top of their lungs. When they were finished they put an ice cream sundae down in front of me with a candle burning. Bobby said, "Made a wish."
I looked at him and thought I should wish that I could crawl under the table and die, I was so embarrassed, but I made a different wish. And blew out the candle.
Everyone clapped and I was even redder then.
After the waitress had left, I whispered, "You fucking bastard." But had to laugh when I saw the look on his face. He started laughing as well.
Before I could taste the sundae, Bobby whispered, "Reach down and wipe up some of that 'cream' bring it up here and drizzle it over your sundae. It will be real whipped cream!" and chuckled again. When I came up with my hand he raised the camera and recorded me pouring the cum across my sundae. Then he recorded me taking a spoon full of ice cream, Whipped Cream and "whipped cream'.
I asked him if he wanted a taste and he said, "Now right now?" That made me wonder what he meant by that.
Back in the car, he said he would drive.
He drove around town for a bit, going places I didn't recognize. Finally, he stopped at an old gas station. It was a self-serve gas station. He told me to get out of the car with him. I did. He put his card through and started the gas. Then he took out his camera. Okay, take out your cock and keep it out while you pump the gas.
Out of habit, I looked around, as I went crimson again. But I pulled down the front of my shorts and my cock which had finally gone down, was back up again. He sat the camera down on one of the posts and stepped back and watched. "Now stroke it a couple of times."
After I did, that, he told me to straddle the hose, so the hose was running under my balls and my cock was along the top. "Now stroke both of them."
Fortunately, no one came in as he filmed me doing this. Then the pump stopped. He told me I could put the hose away and then put my cock away. So I trapped my cock again and got into the car. He only drove over to a parking area. Then told me to follow him. Again, I was on autopilot. I followed along.
He went around back to the men's room door. It opened onto the vacation lot behind the gas station. It was a well-lit area, but no cars were around. He opened the door and told me to follow him. Once inside, I could see the place was not well maintained. It stank of piss. It had a urinal and a toilet, but no stall dividing the area. Between the two was a sink. After I looked around, I looked back to Bobby.
"Okay, here's the deal. You are going to strip. Then you will open the door and stand there for 5 seconds and then close the door. Then wait 2 minutes and repeat. You will do this five times. If no one is at the door when you open it 5 times, then we leave," my stomach clinched at the thought of someone being there, "If when you open it, there is a guy standing there or a guy walks up, then you say, "Oh sorry, just getting a bit of fresh air. Tell him it is okay for him to come in, you will be finished in a minute." Panic was setting in and the autopilot was off.
"Don't worry, I will be here with you and will help you if something strange happens." He gave me that little smile of his.
"What do you mean strange?" my heart rate reaching new heights.
"Nothing, just don't worry." I was worried. "Now, let me get the camera out." He brought it out and opened it up, "Okay, get undressed."
I think I was shaking everywhere, while I pulled off my t-shirt and then dropped my shorts. I handed him the clothes. Then stood looking at the door taking deep breathes. Bobby had pulled down his shorts and was sitting on the toilet. Shorts around his ankles, shirt pulled up a bit, his whole crotch was visible. I was distracted by it.
I turned back and looked at the door. That's when I realized it hadn't been locked. I grasped the doorknob and took a deep breath. I swung open the door and gasped. There was no one there! I had almost expected a shotgun blast as I opened the door. I counted to five slowly, then slammed the door and locked it.
My heart was racing now and it was pounding in my temples. "If you slam the door, the manager will come back here to see what is going on," Bobby commented with his usual smile.
Oh, shit, I thought. And waited, legs shaking and rubbing my hands together. Wringing them was more like it.
"Okay, 2 minutes are up," Bobby said, looking at his watch.
I took a deep breath again and opened the door. No one there! 5 seconds and this time I closed the door gently and locked it.
2 minutes to go, and my cock was swelling, harder and tighter - fuck this is ridiculous!
"Calm down. Put your hands down and walk around." Bobby kept the camera on me the entire time.
"Okay, time."
Another deep breathe, I reached for the knob. Swung open the door. And. No one was there! I counted my five seconds and then gently closed the door and locked it. This time I leaned against the door and sighed. Bobby chuckled again.
Shit, I thought, this is like Russian roulette!
I walked around the smelly men's room, saying to myself, only two more times, only two more times.
"Okay, time."
I turned to the door. Deep breathe. Reach for the knob. Grab it and swing the door open. And. There is a guy reaching for the door knob! OH FUCK! He was looking up and down me. His eyes went wide and so did his mouth.
I stammered, "Oh, it's fresh air, alright be, getting almost done. You can finish, I'll come in." He looked at me really strange then. I fought for control and said one more time. "Sorry, just getting a bit of fresh air. You can come in if you need to. I am almost done." He still looked at me in shock.
I stepped back and he looked in and saw Bobby sitting on the toilet, and my clothes, which were now pilled in the center of floor. Then he looked at me one more time up and down, turned and said, "Fucking faggots!"
I closed the door and grabbed for my clothes, frantically trying to get them on.
"What are you doing?" Bobby asked.
"I am getting dressed, so we can get out of Dodge before he tells the manager and the manager calls the police!" I couldn't get my shorts on and was going to trip myself trying to pull them up.
Bobby looked at me, still holding the camera, now laughing away. "Don't worry, he is long gone. He does not want to be involved. If he tells the manager, we'll just say he was propositioning us. After all it is two against one. You have nothing to worry about. Besides you have one more time."
I stood up from trying to pull up my shorts, which were tangled around my ankles. "What?!?"
"That was only four, you have one more to go."
"You are joking, right?" I did notice that his cock was not quite as soft as it had been when we started.
"Have you ever known me to joke about these things?" he had his usual tone back. The no nonsense tone, that said you will do what I say.
I thought and then said, "No," resignedly.
"Okay, your two minutes are almost up." I got the shorts off and handed them and shirt back to him.
I knew I was turning red again as I reached for the doorknob. My cock was pulsing and seemed to be eager for the door to open. I reached for the knob and pulse pounding, opened the door, expecting to see police cars lined up and police officers standing around with pistols drawn. There was no one there! I almost cheered. But I silently counted to five, slowly. Then closed the door and locked it.
My heart was still racing and looking at Bobby. He was smiling. "Quite a rush, huh?" His cock was getting bigger. "Too bad the guy didn't come in. It could have gotten interesting." I didn't even want to think about that.
He turned off his camera and then handed me my clothes. I stood looking at him as he stood up. The fact that his cock was nearly hard, didn't seem to bother him. I stared at his crotch while I tried to get my shorts on again. I had to stop and look down to get them on right. I got my shorts on this time and put the t-shirt on all the while not taking my eyes off of Bobby and his cock.
Bobby started laughing again. I couldn't figure out what was so funny. He told me to turn and look in the mirror. I did and saw my shorts tented way out in front of me. I had forgotten to trap the head of my cock in the waistband.
"Leave it like that," he said as he tucked his cock back into the shorts and struggled to get them zipped around it. He had a bit of a bulge in his shorts as he opened the door and led the way back to the car. I followed, again sure that the manager was going to be standing around the corner and would see me with my tent.
He wasn't there, but just as I got to the car, another car pulled in. It was filled with a bunch of teenage guys. They obviously saw the tent, because one of them called out, "Better take care of that - hate to have an accident and get it broken off!" and the whole car laughed as I waited for Bobby to unlock the car.
"You are driving," he said, making me walk around the car to his side, while the guys in the car are still laughing. I felt the heat filling my face as I got in and closed the door. Before he handed me the keys, he had his camera out and said, "Lose the shorts."
He had to be kidding this time. But I could tell that he wasn't. I slid them down and handed them to him. I buckled up, started the car and headed out. Which took us right by the car of guys. Someone must have seen, because I saw them pointing and laughing. It was suddenly very hot in the car.
Bobby had me play with my cock some more as we drove around. After a bit he said, "Pull over, I have to take a leak."
I pulled over at a wide spot on the shoulder of the road. It was a farming area and the house was about a block away. There were no streetlights. "Get out your bottle."
I reached back for my pack and remembered, "But it is full."
"That's okay, we'll empty it. Now walk around to this side of the car." I looked up and down the road, no one was coming so I got out the car and closed the door as fast as I could. I walked around to his side of the car with the bottle. He opened his door, which cast its light across my nakedness. He got out of the car and slowly closed the door.
"Take off your shirt." Wait, he was the one that had to take a leak. Why was I getting naked? But I wasn't questioning. I pulled it off and he took it and tossed it on the hood of the car.
He took the bottle and unscrewed the top. I expected him to pour it out on the gravel, but he turned and poured it over my head. It was cool and stank. He drenched my head and then poured it over my shoulders so it flowed down my back. He poured some on my chest and crotch and along my rigid cock, which was rising at a more acute angel all the time. He walked around and poured some across my ass and the used the rest to cover both legs. "That's just a bit of your punishment for hesitating several times."
When the bottle was empty, he undid his shorts and unzipped them. Then he dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them. He walked over towards me and said, "Kneel down." I was in a sex fog again and did as he said. He took his cock and pointed it at my face. In seconds a strong stream of hot piss was hitting me in the face. I had to squeeze my eyes closed to keep it out of them. Some went up my nose and went I gasped for air some went into my mouth. He directed the flow over my head and down to my shoulders. Finally, he finished up by covering my pulsing cock with his hot piss.
When he was finished, he stood there and I opened my eyes. I was looking right into his cock. AGAIN! I licked my lips and looked at it. I tasted the salty piss that was on my face and in my mouth. It only made my cock throb more. I looked up at Bobby's face. I could see his famous smile in the ambient light.
"May I suck your cock?" I begged, not just with my voice, but with my eyes.
"Yes, if you want to." He pulled his shirt up and took his head out of the neck hole and left it wrapped around his arms. This exposed his chest, with it's tracing of hair around his pecs and that trail of hair that led down to his crotch. I followed it down to that wiry nest of hair that surround his cock and balls.
I leaned forward and licked the end of his cock. I got another taste of the piss from the drop on the end of it. I licked around the head of it and it began to fill out. Soon I was lost in licking it all over. I had reached up and was holding it with one hand and licking it like a lollipop. I kept this up and he began to moan. He cock swelled to its full size and I started bobbing, and chuckled, bobbing on Bobby. It wasn't until later, that I realized that several cars drove by while this was going on. As I think back on it, there were times when his cock was brighter than others, so cars must have been going by.
But I was lost in the moment of sucking and trying to get everything there was out of his cock. I wanted every flavor, every texture, every drop of everything. I got to taste his precum as he leaked, licking the piss slit at the end of his cock.
This time he stood and let me do everything. I was sucking him, rather than him fucking my mouth. He was moaning and leaning back and I felt him put his hand on my head and heard him whisper, "Play with my nuts." I moved my hand around and took them in hand and rolled them around and gently squeezed them. He moaned more and started to pant as I picked up the pace on his cock.
After a bit, he said, "I'm going to cum!" I took his whole cock down my throat and sucked. He groaned loudly and I felt the blast in my throat and then pulled back and drank out every drop of his hot fluid.
I stayed on his cock trying to get every drop, until he pulled me off of it. "Too sensitive, now," he said panting and regaining his breathe. I kept my tongue on it as long as I could, following it back, until I couldn't reach it any more.
"Fuck, that was good!" he said, when he was again composed. He was stroking his cock as he spoke.
I realized then that my knees were killing me. I had been kneeling in the gravel. I got up. He handed me my t-shirt and said, "Dry yourself off." As I did this, be fixed his shirt (my shirt) and then got his shorts (my shorts) and put them on. That's when I noticed the camera. He reached over, picked it up and turned it off. When I looked at his face, there was that smile again. Fucker!
He gave me my shorts to put on and told me to put my t-shirt on. He took the keys and we got into the car, buckled up and headed back out onto the road.
I sat there in silence for a while, replaying the evening. Fuck! Shit! Again, I was being debased, humiliated and shamed. Damn, I was shitty person. But then I thought, but boy was it fun!
A bit later, I asked him, "Bobby, you ever do anything with women?"
He looked at me surprised, and said, "Of course, what do you think I am?"
I had him talking, "Like what?"
"What do you mean, like what? You know, fucking, sucking, screwing, licking, kissing. Why?"
"I was just wondering?" And then I remembered. "You promised to tell me why you know so much about me and what I am and what I like and why I like it?"
He looked at me and smiled, "That is a long story. Maybe you'll get some of it tonight"
I sat back then and took a deep breath and smelled the piss that was all over me. Then I ran my tongue around my mouth and tried to taste his cum again.
To be continued - Again thanks for all the comments, suggestions, personal experiences, photos - they all inspire! Write to harryrod575@yahoo.com
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