Chapter 4
I woke up a bit later than usual, the handful of beers on a nearly empty stomach the night before was enough to have me somewhat less than 100%. Turning to my phone to check the night's developments as our society has been conditioned to do first thing, I see Ian beat me to the punch.
"Assignments done by 8PM every day. Get a B or higher and we're good."
-Thumbs up.
No sense in engaging beyond a simple acknowledgment. I begin considering the impact. Running my brain down two more hours than usual each day solving meaningless problems is not exactly going to keep me fresh and earning my paycheck. But it's not unmanageable. And honestly, the math problems are kinda fun.
From then on out that week.....silence. I'd make time to see him off the bus. A little ritual. A new obsession. But instead of that first step toward me, he'd turn his back, heading towards his place. A little pang of disappointment. But it gave me the time to decompress from the pressure chamber that was the last few days. I knew this whole thing was not sustainable, but Ian kept finding ways to weasel his way into my house. My life. Every encounter making it just a little bit harder to quit. Because he had more and more leverage on me, or because I wanted more and more to be in his presence - to please this teenage specimen? I'm not sure.
.....and fuck if it wasn't fun. My encounters with Ian had been the most gratifying and erotic sexual experiences I've ever had, as limited as they've been. Something about the way he turns into such a little demon, especially with a few drinks in his syst....
NO!
You need to be stronger, Chris. You need to be the adult here. You need to find a way to end this.
Okay. Do the homework. A deal is a deal. But taper off the communication. Teens get bored, right? Discover the next shiny thing and move on? Don't go silent right away. But start taking longer and longer to respond. Only respond when necessary. Maybe he never deletes the video, but maybe it gets relegated to the dark recesses of his camera roll. Deletes it because he doesn't want some girlfriend finding it and asking questions. Surely him stuffing his puffy cock into a man's mouth would be a potential deal-breaker to most girls? This is a good plan.
Friday rolled around and I was beginning to feel better about things. I had all weekend to finish Ian's Friday assignments so it was an easy "yes" when friends tapped me for late-night drinks that evening. I hopped in the shower to get ready. With a head full of shampoo-thickened wet hair, fighting the shower head to rinse it all out, I heard my phone buzz on the nearby vanity. My friends must have found a good table. Great. I checked my notifications.
"8:05 shithead. Where is it?"
My dick twitched.
Trust the plan. Finish your shower. Take the few extra minutes. Slow things down.
Two minutes later.
BUZZZZZZZZZZ
"Seriously dude. Why is my shit not done?"
Just ignore for now. Maybe he'll go away.
BUZZZZZZZZZZ
"Where u at bitch??"
Now's the time to craft a response. Go.
"Sry dude. Was in the shower."
"Can get it done before Sunday night."
BUZZZZZZZZZZ
"Nah. Need it tonight."
"Also me and a buddy are coming over. Need a place to chill."
Coming over. Buddy?!? I don't have time for this shit tonight. But at least I had a built-in excuse.
"Sorry, Ian. Can't tonight I have plans to go out."
BUZZZZZZZZZZ
"Cmon dude. Cancel them. You broke the rules."
Fuck. I thought he meant everything was due 8 PM the night before they were due, not the day they were assigned. I start typing a response pleading my case, hoping I can still salvage my night. His three dots appear as I worked out my argument in the messages app. I started typing more furiously, hoping to get out what I wanted to say before his reply appeared, a digital foot race, but I wasn't fast enough. An image appeared, unmistakenly me, thick white cum all over my face, flustered, lost in the moment.
"Found u on LinkedIn. Thinking you need a punishment. Could have some fun w this photo lol"
I froze with sudden fear. Fuck. Of course. My LinkedIn is public. I mean, that's kind of the point. And with a unique last name, I'm easy to find. A photo like this finding its way to the wrong people could end my career. Maybe I can hide my connections in settings or something? But shit, if he already wrote down a few names it wouldn't matter. FUCK. The worst part is not knowing what he's capable of. It could be a bluff, but teens don't have the restraint adults have. I decided to take a stern approach.
"I'm sorry, Ian. This is out of line. Please leave others out of this."
BUZZZZZZZZZZ
"LOL. Jk dude jesus."
"Were leaving now. 5 min."
I was momentarily furious. At him? Or me for falling for his antics yet again?
Still sitting there in my towel, I couldn't get out of the house in five minutes if I wanted to. I jumped up and sprang to action. Throwing on whatever clothes were nearby and easy: band tee, basketball shorts, slip-on sneakers. I run downstairs and start picking up. The living area was a bit of a mess. I checked the front door to make sure it was locked not wanting a repeat of last time. I run to the bathroom to take a piss, taking a few precious seconds to stop and relax, lower my anxiety level, when I hear the commotion.
KNOCK KNOCK
CHIME CHIME CHIME KNOCK KNOCK
KNOCK CHIME CHIME
God damn dude, chill out, I'm coming. I finish up, hurridly, a few last drops not making it to their intended destination. I perform the most cursory of absolutions to my hands and turn to the door. Taking a big gulp before unlocking and opening.
"There he is!"
It was Ian. Black tee and running shorts. Covering up more than usual but at least still showing off his legs. I was grateful for that. To his right and slightly behind Ian on the porch was a second kid. Seemed roughly his age. A bit shorter. Dark hair shocked up in the front like so many these days - at least from what I've seen on TikTok. His t-shirt and dark jeans implied he had a pretty skinny build. It was hard to tell in the dark. Ian walked through the portal unabashedly, his friend following.
"This is Adam. He's with me tonight."
Adam stepped through and looked around with a bit of wonder. He was soaking in his environment. Must be an improvement from where they were originally planning to spend their night. The light of my living room now illuminating his face, I finally get a good look at him. Damn. He was way cuter-looking than Ian. At least in that lovable nerd kind of way. His skin was just as smooth. Porcelain white. And he had just the faintest sign of a vein popping out of his forearm and worming its way towards his modest bicep. But the real star of the show were his eyes. Big and brown. Easy to get lost in. Mesmerizing really. Fuck, was I already crushing on him?
Adam's mouth opened for the first time.
"So this is your....tutor?...Oh, shit he has PS5? Let's play Fortnite, bro!"
"Heheh....Uh.....Yea, kinda," Ian responded. "He's been helping me with my homework and now we're kinda friends." He sneaked a quick look over to me when he said "friends." Adam was unable to see the extra context. I guess Ian hasn't divulged much. That's good.
"Sure, but he's like 50 dude. Isn't this a little weird?"
"Nah, it's cool bro don't worry about it. It's a place to get fucked up so who gives a shit."
"Yeah, yeah," he replied. Fucked up? What's about to happen here?
"So what's up, Ian? What did you need?"
Ian walked over to the fridge and opened up. His head buried in the white light, searching for something, anything, of merit. He answered.
"I tell you what we need. A ton more fucking beer."
He grabbed two, walking over to my bleak liquor cabinet and surveying the scraps left over from years of slow consumption. I am not much of a liquor drinker, but the bottles look cool.
"And some new shit to go here."
He cracked the two beers handing one to Adam.
"Uhh....yeah I'll restock soon I guess," I responded, knowing the implication he was making but hoping I could get out of it.
"You mean soon.... as in now?" He turned to Adam. "He's a good booze hookup. Way easier than having to Hey Buddy someone in the parking lot."
Adam chimed in. "Are the liquor stores even open this late?"
"Yeah til 9. More than enough time to get it done. C'mon man, hook us up. It's not like we could have brought it."
I know how bad an idea this is but the devil on my shoulder starts speaking. These teens want to have a good time and they need to go through me to do it. They're counting on me. If nothing else, the attention is intoxicating. My mind drifts to the now three times Ian's six-inch staff has been deep down my throat. My dick begins to grow, snapping me back to reality.
"Yeah, sure whatever. I got ya."
"That's my dude! Okay, get a case of Bud Light. And a handle each of vodka and rum. Get some good shit." He kept running through an item list in his head. "And get some mixers and shit. Surprise us. And make it snappy dude we'll be out of beer soon."
"Ummm....yeah, okay. I think I got it." I collect my wits, grab what I need, and head for the door, turning quickly to hide my boner which went from half to full staff at the thought of being used by these two teens as their drink supplier. I can hear their chatting grow faint as I walk out.
"Wait so he's just gonna pay for all that shit?" said the voice, not Ian's.
"Yeah, man, actually he owes m....."
SHUT
Gathering the supplies was easy enough. There's a liquor store a five-minute drive. And convenience stores all over. I began collecting the rations. Bud Light. Regular Coke. Sprite. Orange Juice. Limes. Waters. Some bar snacks. I get a little lost in the liquor store but the clerk, annoyed by the idea of being called into action so close to closing, helped me pick out the vodka and rum. I throw in some Fireball too for good measure. Everyone seems to love that shit. It adds up, just over $100 for everything when all said in done. Nothing I couldn't afford but I felt a tinge of guilt denting my weekly budget for something so disposable.
I pulled back into my driveway. Through the house's walls was reverberating music, only the bass able to escape and make it to my ears. Some kind of rap beat, I don't really listen. I saddle up with as much as I can carry and enter, struggling to fight the heavy bags. A wall of treble exploded out as the door split open. Ian and Adam are on the couch, on their second beer it seems. Television on with the sound down. Some wrestling thing. I put down the groceries somewhat exasperatingly, this is the most weight I've lifted in ages. I have to shout over the music.
"Can y'all help? There's more," I said without thinking.
"Haha. Fucking good one, dude." Ian replied smartly.
I dejectedly repeated the process with the rest of the things and returned to find Ian pouring through the bags, the sound having been knocked down a few notches.
"Hell yeah, good work bro." He holds up the Fireball to show Adam. "Yes! This shit is fire. Uh......literally."
He rifles through my kitchen cabinets, not closing anything behind him. Annoying. Once two glasses are found he gets to work, ice, crack open the Fireball and pour, Coke to top it off. He grabs a knife from the utensil drawer and stirs.
"Maybe a lime to go with?" I said, wanting to be a good sport, and assuming I know more about how to make a good cocktail with a decade more drinking experience.
"Yeah, dude. Good call. Cut one up for us."
I started to get into the spirit of things. Partying with teenagers is a little weird, but I've done a lot of things I wouldn't tell my mom about. Plus this might turn out more fun than hanging with my friends at a stuffy bar, anyway.
"Enough lime here for all of us. I guess I'll have one as well."
Ian stopped cold.
"Nah dog. You have work to do. No drinking until you're done," he instructed.
"Wait? Really?" I was genuinely surprised, if not a little turned on by the order. It felt like we were in party mode. Doing homework was the last thing I wanted to do right now.
"Yeah, dude. I can't risk you getting busy over the weekend and not getting to it. It's Friday work anyway. It'll take like...two seconds."
I noticed a scrunch in Adam's face.
"Ian, what's going on man?" he said a little nervously.
"It's cool, dude. Sometimes it's just easier if Chris does the work himself. I know the concepts already, it's fine. Right, dude?"
"Uhh....yeeeeeah. I can finish faster if it's mostly math probably. You dudes dig in."
"Dope, appreciate it man" was Ian's reply. "Also, we're gonna need to get some pizzas." He stuck his hand out in my direction. I froze. What does he want? My phone? I really don't want him on my phone. It has everything about me on it.
"Dude. Let's go." I kept staring. Not knowing what to do. "Your shit has your address already set up it's late man c'mon.."
I reluctantly pull my phone out and unlock it. I open DoorDash and hand it over, feeling my body shaking as I do. I sure hope they didn't notice that. He started scrolling through.
"Hell yeah, Mario's is still delivering. That shit is the best." After a few more beats he suddenly stops and looks back up at me.
"You gonna get started or what?"
I looked at Adam and he looks at me. Such seemingly innocent blood. I wished I knew what was in his head just then.
I turned to go up the stairs, making it halfway before I heard Ian again.
"Wait wait! Dude. Passcode. I locked it by accident."
"Ummm....yeah....I'll just unlock it again one sec," I said, reaching my hand out.
"Nah dude. This is gonna take a few minutes. Don't want to interrupt you if it locks again."
Is this a play? Fuck. I don't want to be too presumptuous. Whatever, I can just change it later. What's the worst they can do in a few minutes?
"It's...uh....3624"
TAP TAP TAP...TAP
"Fuck yeah, back in. Thanks, man."
Ian was right. The work was easy. I remember so vividly the bullshit assignments we would get on Fridays. Now I have the wisdom to know that's as much for the teacher's benefit as it is for the kids. They have social lives too you know. After a few minutes of work, the music turned back up. I guess the order was in. Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled up my email. There it was. DoorDash, one minute ago. Two large pizzas. Wings. Jesus Christ Ian a $20 tip? Is that fucking necessary? I returned to the work mildly annoyed, finishing off fifteen minutes later with a laugher of a Geography puzzle. I put the computer to sleep, satisfied.
KNOCK KNOCK
I hear a muffled Ian through the door.
"Just got the notification. Good work, dude." Notification? Didn't realize that was even possible. I instantly get discouraged realizing it would be difficult to fudge this homework thing at all. There's still what? A few weeks of this left? I open up to talk to him face to face.
"I think that deserves a shot," he hands me a shot glass of clear liquid he brought with him. The vodka I guess? Fuck it here goes nothing. Ian pats me hard on the shoulder, startling me.
"Hell yeah, buddy. What a champion. Here's this back by the way." It's my phone. He runs back downstairs and I follow a few seconds behind him, quickly checking for.... I'm not sure really. But everything looks good. Normal. I feel silly for not trusting him. When I reach downstairs Ian's standing by the liquor stash.
"You got some catching up man," "Let's make it a trifecta!"
He pours a shot of the rum and another of the Fireball. Handing both to me.
"I dunno, man, these are all different liquors. Won't this make me sick?"
"Nah, you'll be fine. Just drink them, dude. Or Adam is gonna think you're a pussy." Ian chuckled.
My gaze moved to Adam, who to this point was engrossed in his phone. Now he was suddenly staring at me, eager to see what happened next. His face was impossible to deny. Those eyes. I wanted so badly to show them both I could hang.
I take the rum first, making a sound like a cat coughing up a hairball as it slinked down. Disgusting. A few seconds later, the Fireball. Easier. Both mix with the vodka in my stomach making a vile tincture and I start to gag just slightly.
"Whoa, man. Careful." He pats me again, nearly sending my stomach into convulsions that would surely send it all back up the way it came. "It's all good, pizza's here soon. That'll help."
He throws a beer in my direction. It catches me off guard and I fumble it awkwardly as I catch it, but manage to keep it from falling.
"Sit down before you hurl everywhere dude." I take him up on my offer, taking the chair adjacent to the couch. The exact location of our original encounter. I take a sip of beer to help wash the liquor taste out and try to act casual.
"So...uhhh...Adam, right? You're in the s...same grade as Ian?"
"Uhhh...Nah, it's not like that." Adam responded. "I used to live here in this neighborhood growing up but my parents moved away. I live in New Jersey now."
"Yeah he was my best bud growing up," Ian chimed in. "He's living with me all summer until he goes back to school. We're gonna fucking rage!"
"Oh neat," I replied. "So you all know each other well."
"We're like brothers, yeah. Know all each other's secrets," Ian said, chuckling, looking at me again before darting his eyes away. Another few beats went by awkwardly. Adam saved me this time.
"You tutor high-school students for money?" he asked, looking around.
"Umm...no not really." I felt compelled to keep the lie going, not wanting to go against whatever story Ian was telling. "I make a little extra scratch with the tutor stuff but I work as a computer programmer mainly."
Adam's face perked up immediately. He was suddenly more interested and I got hit with a jolt of the contentedness that comes with connecting with someone you want to impress.
"Nice, man! I love coding. I've been getting into Python scripting recently. Way more fun than Java. It seems so outdated."
"Oh...," I said with an audible air of surprise. "Uh..dang...yeah that's cool." I was not expecting him to know as much as he seems to. Do all kids learn to code young now? That would make sense. "I do more backend work so Java is still what we use but Python is pretty rad."
"Yeah, I'm pretty good at it I think. Have an app on Google Play. Gonna do it for college when I go."
This was the most animated I'd seen Adam thus far. Maybe something to talk to him about in more detail later? I made a mental note.
Ian interjected. "Yeah, me and our buds give him shit for being such a nerd, but he's still pretty cool, and he comes in handy when your stuff breaks."
"Heh," I meekly chuckled. "Got it."
"Wait so you're a programmer and you still need to make extra money?" Adam asked. Agreed dude. That plot hole is hard to square.
"I mean, uh..... um..... I still have loans from college I guess..." He didn't seem especially convinced.
"Gotcha. And how again did you and Ian meet?"
"Umm....well...I put an ad on Craigslist..."
"Craigslist? Ian, you were on Craigsli"
The doorbell rang. My phone buzzed a split second later. The pizza was here. I was literally saved by the bell.
"Fuck yeah I'm starving," Ian said, jumping up to go grab the food. A few moments later we were all slamming it down. The rhythmic swish of our mouths chomping up and down, the sibilant sips of our beverages, the gulping of masticated food all filled the room. No one able to focus on anything but the satisfaction of filling our empty stomachs. It was starting to feel like I was bonding with these kids a little. It was nice.
BEEEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLLCHHHHHH
Ian punctured the room's solitude with an enormous burp. We all laughed.
"Jesus you fucker. That's fucking gross," Adam said. It was hard to tell if he was truly offended or just giving Ian a hard time. Ian shrugged sheepishly.
"Whatever man. It's just nature." A couple beats passed. "Speaking of which, I got a little present for us."
"Awww hell yeah," Adam said, seemingly decoding Ian's cryptic statement. "Break it out."
I looked over to Ian, now curious, and watched as he grabbed his backpack, dug around for a few seconds, and pulled out a black tube, maybe five inches long and an inch thick.
"Time to get wild with a little Devil's lettuce my dudes," Ian said. "I got a cousin that makes amazing J's. Check how thick this shit is!"
Weed was never my thing. Tried it in high school and college occasionally when it was around, but I never sought the stuff out. Still just a novelty to me.
"You got a lighter, Chris?" Ian asked.
"Uhhhh....no sorry man. I don't smoke."
"Well shit, that's gonna be a problem. Guess you're going back out, lame-ass."
Fuuuuuuuuuuck. Between going on the beer run and the impromptu homework session, I had it in my head my chores were done. I'm in chill mode now. I wore my annoyance on my face.
"Damn, dude lighten the fuck up." Ian noticed my expression, surely. "You really think I brought a joint and not a lighter? Haha, fuck off."
Relief crashed over me. Fucker got me again. He proceeded to fish out a black Bic lighter from the same bag. The same you see a hundred off every time you check out at 7-Eleven. I watch him light it and burn off the extreme end of the joint, but not taking a puff. To my surprise, he then looked my way and held out both.
"It's your house, man. You've got honors."
"Uhhh......." I wasn't sure what to say. The alcohol had dulled my inhibitions enough to know I wanted to smoke this with Ian and Adam, but I was still sober enough to understand why it was a bad idea.
"You don't smoke weed, dude?" Adam pitched from the other side of the couch.
"No. I have....I do. It's just....been a while."
"C'mon man," Ian pressed. "Don't be rude."
I hesitated for another few seconds but the pressure was too much. Fuck it, this is becoming kind of a fun night.
"Fuck it."
"That's my dude! Take it, man."
I reached over and took the joint and lighter, getting a little charge when my hand contacted his. I needed to look cool in front of them. This was my chance. I lit it, giving it a second or two for the flame to grab hold of the bud, waiting for enough immolation to see a bit of smoke start releasing into the air. I instinctively took a deep puff.
COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH
"Fuuuuuuck yeah. Chris likes to hit it hard! I love it." My cheeks reddened both from my lungs rejecting the smoke, and my creeping embarrassment. I pulled way too hard. Rookie mistake.
"You know the rules. Puff puff pass. Hit it again my dude."
Damnit. I go back to the still-lit joint, being careful to pucker my lips more to reduce the amount of smoke inhalation. I get through this hit without coughing.
"Now he's a pro. Nice man."
Feeling satisfied I didn't fuck up again, I did my best to pass it to Ian deftly. He was on my left after all. He took it and immediately took a rip.
Shit, he's done this before. He took that hit like a boss. Kind of sexy, really. I feel that feeling in my pants again. I watch him go again and then pass to Adam who handles it just as well. They're little fucking potheads. Of course. The dream of every 15-year-old is to just sit around and smoke dope and chill with your friends. Or maybe hooking up with chicks?
It goes around again. And again. And when I stood up to hand it back to Ian the third time it hit me. Every little sound in the room. The TV, the voices, the creek of the couch, the crickets outside, all spread out wide so I can hear them each in solo, stacking on top of each other like a well-mixed movie. Just the right amount of reverb and delay. Instant ASMR. I sit back down and start to feel little itches. Tiny bugs buzzing my arm hair. I can feel the blood pumping through my heart up to my brain. Time slows to a crawl and everything around me just cascades over. It's overwhelming.
Holy shit. I was officially stoned. This was a feeling I hadn't felt in a long, long time. It was pleasant, actually. Chill.
"Shots!" Ian said, startling me, jumping up while handing Adam what was left of the roach. "We gotta do more shots." He grabbed the Vodka and poured three more, coming back and setting them on the coffee table, being sure to pick one back up and holding it out in front of me. It took two seconds to even realize what he was doing.
"Yoooooo. Chris! You there, man?? Haha. Kind of a lightweight with the weed. Look at his fucking eyes, dude. This guy is out to space!"
I looked up absent-mindedly and grabbed the small glass from Chris' hand. I threw back the shot before slamming it down on my precious coffee table. Ian grabbed the others, distributing one to himself and another to Adam. Soon, they were gone too.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh. That is some good shit. Nice pick, dude."
I was lucid enough to be happy that Ian liked it. They sat back down and looked at each other, searching for what to say next.
"Fuuuuuck. Getting cross-faded makes me so horny," Ian said. "All I can think about is how good it feels to get my cock sucked stoned." Ian laughed.
"Hell yeah dude me too," Adam was quick to concur. "Look.... I'm pitching a tent." He then thrust his pelvis up in the air boyishly showing off the sharp peak bursting out of the front of his shorts. They both giggled. Boys will be boys. Although, I guess I never had these kinds of conversations when I was their age. "Put some shit on. I just saw this one of this MILF fucking her son's friends during their band's practice I fucking exploded."
"Nice! Yeah let's find that shit." Ian said turning to his laptop still streaming to the TV. He pulled up a browser, then PornHub, and started browsing.
By this point, I was so fried I could barely comprehend what I was seeing on screen. Video after video of dicks penetrating, in and out, in and out, mouths, pussies, holes of all kinds. Things being rubbed by feet. Lubed up and massaged. Cumshots blasting from every angle. Guys. Girls. Guys that were girls? Hard to tell what was what anymore.
Looking down, I saw my shorts were bunched at my feet and my right hand was gripping my dick hard pumping up and down. I pull my gaze from the TV over to the couch to see Ian and Adam in the same state. Ian and his massive member was on full display, and he was massaging it with expert pace and grace. But I was more distracted by my first glimpse of Adam's cock. He was lacking behind Ian for sure, maybe just as long as me? 5 inches, kinda skinny, but a beautiful cockhead, protruding out of two smooth as silk legs that look like twigs compared to Ian's chiseled thighs. He worked it with the reckless abandon of someone three years younger just discovering masturbation. I was afraid of catching his eyes at the wrong time but both he and Ian were so engrossed in what they were seeing a jet plane couldn't snap them out of it. I sink back into my high. Pumping away. Getting lost in 60 frames per second. Dick in and out, a mouth this time. In and out, in and ou...
"Whoooooooooooaaaaaa, dude. Holy shit!! Holy shit!!!!! Is this what I think it is?"
It was Adam. His sudden volume snapped me to attention. He had stopped touching his dick and was now staring intently at Ian. Then at me. Then at Ian again. I was taken aback by the change in vibe. Focusing on the screen again, it hit me. That was my face up there. That was Ian's dick. This was the video. My veins turned electric in an instant. My heart racing. What is that? Fear? Anger? No. Not quite. I wasn't sure what it was but I couldn't deny one thing. My dick was on fire. As hard as it's ever been.
"You like this one dude?" Ian said with a smile.
"Holy shit holy shit. I can't believe you've been holding out on me this whole night, man!"
The video continued. What was just a few days ago the source of so much torment was to my toasted brain tonight an irresistible aphrodisiac. The familiar scene. Ian's dick choking me, tears down my face, him flexing for the camera, here comes the cum shot....
"Whooooooa. Holy shit I can't believe this. Look at him take it, fuuuuuuuck yeah." Adam could barely hold in his excitement. "Wha....? How....? How did this happen."
"I'll tell you how it went down later. Wanted to surprise you, buddy."
"Yeah, well I'm fucking surprised," Adam chuckled, putting his hands back on his cock after the shock wore off. "Unbelievable."
"You want to have some real fun?" Ian asked, taking a few beats before continuing.
"What do you want him to do?" he said now looking downright sinister. The drugs were kicking in his system too, I guess.
"Uhhh....What do you mean dude?"
"What do you want him to do? Say anything, and this little faggot will do it."
"Heeeeey man. You know I don't like you using that word."
"Oh come on. He's way more faggot than you. At least you like girls too."
"That's not the point, man."
They were talking about me like I wasn't in the room.
"Listen, man. You're not a faggot..... he's a faggot," Ian said, pointing in my direction. A wave of embarrassment broke through my high's emotional barrier.
"Faggots do whatever they're told. Right, faggot?"
Lost in my haze. I didn't respond.
"ISN'T THAT RIGHT, FAGGOT!?" Ian repeated menacingly. His tone shift snapped me into reality. My desire to please him, to do what he says, was amplified tenfold by alcohol, marijuana and adrenaline.
"Yes...yes, Sir. They do." It felt good to say, but I was mortified that I was being exposed to someone not Ian.
Adam's beautiful eyes opened as big as saucers. His jaw slightly jarred open. His 5 inches, resting just below the cut of his t-shirt, almost revealing his little belly, at complete attention.
"Sir?? Whoa. This is so fucked up," he said.
"Try it, man," Ian responded.
"So anything I say he's gonna do? No matter what?"
"Yeah fucker, he's so fucked up it's easy. I mean look at how hard he is dude. Just try it." I could see Adam's eyes move to my dick. His gaze lingered longer than I thought it would.
"Uhhhh..........ummm........I need another beer, you beer bitch. Go get us two beers right now, beer bitch." Adam's first attempt at domination was admirable.
Ian chuckled. "You heard the man, fag, get our next round beer bitch," validating Adam's big swing.
I get up and grab the drinks, returning to see a diabolical smile on both their faces.
"C'mon man, what else? You're into that freak shit right? What do you want him to do?"
"Umm......umm..." Adam began searching for something appropriate for the moment, looking slightly up, then down. A moment later, inspiration struck. He suddenly swung his legs toward the coffee table, struggling to dispatch the shorts he too had pulled down, now tangled with his sneakers. He manages to get both feet on the table, awkwardly tearing off his dirty socks as soon as he could. "Lick my feet, dude!" I took a beat to process. Ian took note. "Lick them bitch!"
"What do you saaaaaaay, fag?" he asked.
"Yes, uh.... Sir,....uh... Adam." Ugh. Feet are so gross to me. I can't believe people jack off to this shit. But whatever, I was pumped up with enough artificial courage to drown out whatever misgivings I would normally have sober. I walked over and got on my knees, bending over, bringing myself face-to-face with the bottom of his foot, size 8, maybe? I had my order.
"Yeeeeeeah, get it dude," Adam said as I laid my tongue on his white sole, surely untouched by the sun. I began licking up and down. My tongue quickly got raspy. It wasn't so bad. He must have showered before coming over.
"Get in the toes, bitch." My dick twitches with each command. I diligently move my mouth up and begin sticking my tongue aggressively between each toe. The funk becoming more palpable.
"Yeeeeeeah maaaaaan. That's what I'm talking about. Look at this little foot freak go," Ian said, looking on intently while working his dick.
Adam continued wide-eyed, getting the hand of things. A switch was flipped. He suddenly couldn't stop barking orders.
"Stand up! Strip!"
I meekly remove my shirt. Feeling vulnerable being the only one completely naked now.
"....Not bad. Turn around! Bend over! Spread your ass! Fuck yeah. Around again! On your knees! Hands behind your head! Close your eyes! Open your mouth!"
I could barely keep up. A breakneck game of Simon says. With me lowered to the ground, I could hear him walk over. I braced myself for what I thought surely would be his modest member penetrating the sanctity of my mouth but all I heard were the footsteps.
"Open your eyes! Now!," Adam barked.
RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPP
The stench was overwhelming. Just in front of my face was his bald, lily-white ass. Smooth and compact. Jutting out perfectly. What a curve. Cake. Both of them exploded with laughter.
"Whooooa dude. Gnarly. And you're giving me shit for burping up that fucking pizza?" Ian said somewhat defiantly, before laughing.
"Now kiss it, bitch," came the next order. I moved in, the remnants of his boyish flatulence still acrid in my throat. I pucker my lips and begin kissing, bracing myself gently to the outside of his thighs with my hands.
"Fuck, this is so cool. What else? What else?" He looked around the room, his eyes stopping on my fruit basket. "Wait here, bitch." He walks over, pulling a banana from its bunch with a satisfying snap before returning.
"I want to see how good you suck, bitch. Get to work on this."
He hands it to me and I stare at it for a few seconds. He pushes it into my face when I don't act, startling me. He's getting more aggressive. I take it, move it along my lips, then let it dive into my mouth. In and out, in and out.
"Deeper, man. Deeper......use your tongue. Thaaaaaat's it." Adam was enjoying this.
I shove it as deep as it goes. It's absurd thickness way too much for my throat, but I try anyway. I pretend to gag, playing up the scene.
"Fuck yeah, faggot loves it doesn't he?" Ian chimed in. He stands up and walks over, grabbing my head with one hand and the banana with another before violently pushing it deep down my throat and holding it there. Two seconds. Three. Four. He pulls it out in one quick motion. I recoil in pain, wheezing.
"I said HE LOVES THAT DOESN'T HE," Ian restates.
"I..I love i.....yes, Sir." I'm exasperated. Out of breath. My chest moved in and out quickly. Ian goes in for another round. Grabs my throat with one hand, shoving the banana even deeper with the other. The impulse to take a deep breath getting stronger and stronger. I start flailing my arms. Tears streaming down my face. Unable to draw oxygen goes against every instinct my body has. Things start going black.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
I gasped as Ian mercifully removed the banana after what felt like hours. I felt so low. So reliant on Ian in this moment. For a few seconds there, I needed him for survival. Our most basic human need. I continue trying to draw air, desperately trying to catch up.
"Shhhh....shhhh.sshhhhh.shhhh....Good boy...Good boy," Ian consoled as I collapsed at his feet, still struggling for air. He pats me on the head.
Adam looks on in awe, having underestimated his friend. I wonder if this is the first time he's seen this side of him. He looks embarrassed for me, eyes askew, afraid to make contact with Ian's.
"Now..," Ian commanded, gesturing at Adam before giving me a strong push from behind in his direction. "you're going to suck off my friend here, show him what you can do, faggot. Isn't "that right?
"Of course, Sir" I crawl over to Adam, lust exploding. I would have gone to the ends of the earth to make Ian happy in this state. Now kneeling in front of the couch I eagerly take his dick into my mouth. It tastes....different. Perfumy? It's only the second one I've had. Are they all different?
I get a feel for it. A good pace. Up and down. Adam seems to be enjoying it.
"Mmmmmm. MMmhmmmmmmm."
His penis being smaller, I felt like I was better able to get myself around it, using my tongue as an extra dimension of feeling, sloshing it all around his rubbery cockhead.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah." Adam moaned. He was just as lost in it as I was. I pulled up briefly to see his head leaned back, eyes closed, arms at his sides. The short break was enough to break him from his trance. He looked down at me and I became embarrassed that he noticed the break. I snapped back to work. Ian watched on.
"What do you think, dude? Best blowjob you've ever had?" he asked, eyes widening slightly.
"I mean....it's fine. Best one from a dude at least."
"Haha. Maybe he needs a little help."
I suddenly felt a hand grab a fistful of my hair from behind and start forcing me up and down faster on Adam's cock, a sharp pain now emanating from just above my neck. The rhythm I had set up was destroyed. It became difficult to breathe not locked into tempo. I did my best to keep my lips wrapped around him but I was being manhandled like a ragdoll.
"Fuuuuuuck that's it right there. Keep going. Keep going!" Adam instructed. Lost in pure ecstasy.
Ian was emboldened by his friend's feedback. He was locked in. I tried to object, but my mouth unable to escape his cock made for a series of pathetic, muted guttural cries. I was just along for the ride. The face-fucking went on like this for another thirty seconds or so before Adam spoke up.
"Hey, dude"
"What's up, man?"
"I think I'm gonna cuuuuuu.".....
There's the cue he was waiting for. He slams my face down into Adam's crotch. Holding me down, nose stuffed into a bush of delicate pubes.
"Take it, faggot. Taaaaaaake it.....taaaaake it. Gooood."
The downward pressure continues as I begin to feel a warmth at the back of my mouth. A few drops at first, but then, pulsating waves of heat.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit," Adam said, locked into his pleasure. The taste is putrid to me. Completely overwhelming in its rancidness. And so much.
I begin to cough and then start to move to instinctively grab my mouth to rid myself of the torture. Ian beats me to the punch, keeping one hand suspending me in midair by my hair and moving the other to bear hug my mouth, forcing it shut.
"No no no. Swallow....swallow.....bitch swallow that cum...Thaaaaat's it," Ian says with my head in a sleeper hold, gently placing me on his side of the couch. I stop fighting as I force it down, each little gulp less offensive than the last. I'm out of breath. Fucking exhausted. I take a few moments to gather myself and turn around to see Ian holding three more shots of Vodka.
"Take one, dude. Wash that fucking taste out your mouth." He laughed as he handed a second to Adam, looking relaxed, his cock deflating before all of our eyes.
"Cheers boys!" Ian toasts, holding his shot glass up. "What a fucking night, and we're just getting started."
Wai...Getting star....
"Hell yeah, Ian..."
"Another...." "Anooooooootttthhhher....."
More liquid fire...
"Alright faggot, my tu........................."