The Senior Towel Boy
By Ben C.
This story contains sexual acts (domination, humiliation, oral, masturbation) between young males.
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Chapter 5
Seb held the walled in front of my face and suddenly slammed the flaps together so that his snot sprinkled all over me. Then he stood up and threw the wallet as far away as possible. A devilish smile appeared on his handsome face.
"Fetch, faggot!" he called out, and the boys´ laughter accompanied me all the way to the remote landing zone of my assets.
From that day on I was living the life of a poor boy. And that wasn´t something I was used to, I can tell you that. But Gino eased his grip on me gradually, and asking him for money was not usually that humiliating; he rarely made a show out of the situation anymore.
I had to explain him what I wanted and he said yes or no. I quickly learned that his decision was always final, so I tried to prepare my cases well so that my sixteen-year old big brother would grant my wish. He was usually pretty reasonable with his rulings – by working class standards. When it came to buying latest fashion or having a dinner with my friends at a fine restaurant, the answer was no, so I quit asking.
If I wanted to leave the school premises during school day or go somewhere else than home I sent him a message and got a no or a yes. Simple as that. It was my new life and I knew my only option was to live it.
Coach Bennett came to talk to me one Thursday at the school cafeteria.
"Finocc... I mean Henderson, I need you to do something for the team tomorrow. We´ve bought some damn good gym equipment from a bankruptcy auction of a gym club. It needs to be picked up tomorrow afternoon. You can skip the afternoon classes and help with that."
Skip class?
"I´m in, Coach. What do I have to do?"
"Vince will take his truck. You and Seb will go with him and pick up the stuff."
Vince? Seb? Vince was always making fun of me and he made me walk through a deserted strip mall with his cum on my face in the middle of the night. And Seb hated my guts.
"Sorry Coach, I just remembered I´ve gotta..."
He cut me off.
"Wait for Vince at the parking lot at 1 PM sharp tomorrow. Don´t screw it, Henderson," he said and left.
I showed up at the parking lot a bit before 1. There was no sight of Vince´s truck yet, but Seb was leaning on a fence, tapping his phone intensely with his thumbs. I gathered my courage and walked over.
"Hi Seb."
He glanced up and saw me. He didn´t say anything, just spat on the ground and turned his eyes back to the phone. He was wearing his usual outfit; skinny jeans that had rips on the knees and thighs, scruffy once-white Converse hi-tops and a black tank top that hugged his lean body nicely.
Seb was slim, almost skinny, but I knew his wiry muscles had a lot of power; I had seen him on the soccer field many times, overpowering much sturdier players when they struggled for the possession of the ball. His long, wavy black hair was tied with a band during games, but now it was free, constantly flowing down and covering his eyes, which made him constantly brush the shining locks behind his ear.
We waited in silence until Vince turned up in his black pickup. He honked the horn and opened the passenger door for us.
I was about to get in but Vince gave me the stop sign with his palm.
"I wanna talk to Seb, not you."
I let Seb go first and climbed in after him. He leaned back and planted his dirty hi-tops on the dashboard. I expected Vince to protest, but he didn´t seem to mind, giving me an opportunity to secretly admire Seb´s long, lean legs and the way the tight jeans hugged his calves like a second skin.
We set off, and the boys were soon absorbed in a discussion about their favorite topics; soccer at first, but then their interest turned – of course – to the opposite sex.
"She´s got the tightest pussy muscles in the meat market, man," Vince vividly described one of his conquests.
"Her pussy really squeezes my cock when I bang her. It´s awesome, man."
Seb grunted.
"Well, good for you, man. I haven´t got properly laid since I broke up with Lily," he complained, stroking his hair in frustration.
"Really? That´s like three weeks?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"That sucks, man. I thought you got lucky at Toby´s party last weekend. That cunt, what´s her name – Nicole?"
"Yeah, I almost did. But she´s so fucking uptight, man. I wasn´t able to sweet-talk her to spread her legs. I was hardly able to make her agree to a blowjob. But that sucked, man. She hated it and almost threw up on my fucking shoes," Seb laughed.
"Fucking gross, man. They should teach girls in high school to suck dick. Lessons in cocksucking every Tuesday morning," Vince suggested and they both laughed for a long time. Even I laughed at the idea of a teacher instructing girls how to give head to boys.
Vince glanced at me, smirking.
"Ha-ha. Even the faggot likes the idea. He could be the head teacher, Seb. There´s no one better qualified to teach cocksucking, I can tellya that, man."
I kept my eyes on the road, but from a corner of my eyes I could see Seb turn to look at me.
"Is that right?" he said slowly.
The guys´ conversation gradually turned to other topics again. By the time we reached the warehouse they had covered soccer, women and cars. I guessed that would leave football, motorbikes and women for the way back. I hadn´t said a word during the drive, and neither of the boys had spoken to me. Well, that was alright with me.
A clerk opened the warehouse door to us and Vince gave him a check and signed some papers. Then the guy showed us a pile of large storage boxes.
"There´s your stuff, gentlemen. Have fun," he said and left.
I had expected the guys to let me do most of the heavy work. But Seb seemed to take it as exercise; he stripped off his tank top and started to carry the boxes to the truck. Vince waited up on the bed; we lifted the boxes up and he piled them evenly on the bed.
I struggled with my first load, staggering after Seb, barely able to admire the wiry muscles of his v-shaped back and the apple-like buttocks that swayed as he walked. Seb hauled his box up, and Vince threw it on top of another box with a swing of his strong arms. Then it was my turn – but I wasn´t able to lift the box high enough. I tried again, but I had to give up and put the load down. The boys laughed at my pitiful attempt, and Seb picked up the box and passed it to Vince effortlessly.
"Let´s change places, Finocchio, or we´ll be here ´til morning," Vince said, pulled his shirt off and jumped down.
I climbed up clumsily and started to arrange the boxes on the truck bed, hardly able to keep in pace with the two athletes. A group of young office girls were having a smoke outside the warehouse, and the boys enjoyed the opportunity to show off their chiseled bodies to the admiring ladies.
We were done in less than thirty minutes and we packed ourselves into Vince´s truck again. I noticed that the boys had gotten a bit sweaty in their frantic work; I felt the familiar odor of teenage athletes in my nostrils. It wasn´t unpleasant at all, just the masculine scent of healthy males in the prime of their youth. In the locker room filled with young guys the smell was a hundred times stronger and I had learned to love it.
Vince babbled in the phone with one of his friends for a long time and Seb seemed to be deep in his thoughts. Finally Vince hung up, and the boys started to talk about football. But Seb´s thoughts seemed to be somewhere else, and after a while he suddenly blurted:
"Vince, have you tried the faggot yourself?"
Vince answered nonchalantly, as if getting head from a fag was everyday business for him.
"Sure, I let him suck me off a couple of weeks ago."
The boys were silent for a while.
"Is he any good?"
"Oh yeah, man. The homo is born to suck cock. Sure knows how to please a man. You should try him yourself, man. I reckon you need to get your rocks off really bad, bro."
I could feel Seb´s eyes on me again. I knew my face was beet red by now.
"I dunno. Doesn´t feel right to do it with a guy."
Vince let out a snicker.
"He ain´t a guy, Seb, he´s a cocksucker. And that´s just what makes it so convenient, man."
"What do you mean, convenient?"
"Now, think about trying to get a girl to suck your dick. First of all, you have to flirt with her, flatter her, smooth-talk your fucking head off, to get her to do it. And if she finally agrees, she does it reluctantly – and this is the worst part, man – she doesn´t really know how to do it properly."
"And the fag does?" Seb asked skeptically.
"Sure does, man. He´s got a cock himself and he knows what feels good on it. And I believe faggots have the natural urge to serve real men. That´s why they are so low in the food chain."
Seb laughed heartily at Vince´s last comment. But he wasn´t convinced yet.
"But fags love guys, man. What if he falls in love with you?"
Vince laughed.
"Who fucking cares? That´s the great part, man. With a girl, you have to think about her feelings all the time. You don´t wanna make a nice girl cry. But using a cocksucker – completely different. You don´t need to consider his feelings at all. Just tell the fag to kneel down and let him do all the work. He unzips you, takes your cock out and sucks it until you shoot your load in his mouth – or on his face, if you feel like it. He cleans you up and you stuff your happy dick back into your pants. No need for niceties, just tell him to fuck off. Simple as that."
I glanced at Seb. He was chewing his lower lip – it looked sexy as hell – and stroking his scrotum absentmindedly with his fingers. I could see his cock was stretching the crotch of his jeans.
Vince noticed it too and chuckled.
"I can see you could use a pit stop, bro. Right?"
Twenty seconds of painful silence.
"Yeah," Seb confirmed in a raspy voice.
"I know a perfect place for that," Vince said and leaned over to give me a smack on the back of my head.
"Get ready, faggot."
Seb let out a slightly nervous laugh.
"Yeah. He´s better be ready for a big load, man."
Vince picked a cd and the cabin filled with an incredibly rude hip hop song that Vince and Seb seemed to know by heart. They bawled along with the chorus.
"Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch! Fuck-that-fuck-that-fuck-that-bitch!"
After a few miles Vince exited the highway and we followed a country road for a while. Then he turned his truck to a narrow path that meandered among thick bushes. After a few minutes´ slow drive the path ended to a little clearing that was completely shielded by bushes.
"I´ve fucked a couple of chicks here," Vince explained with a smug smile. He kicked the parking brake pedal and cut off the engine.
"He´s all yours, bro. No need to hurry."
I wasn´t sure what was expected of me, but Vince made it clear. He leaned over and smacked the back of my head again.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, faggot? Get out and help Seb bust a nut."
I opened the door and stepped out. Vince offered his phone to Seb.
"Got some porn here if you need it, man."
Seb turned to look at me with a nasty smirk on his boyish face.
"Naah, I don´t think so. Thanks anyway," he said and got out of the car with one smooth move of his lean body.
Seb moved to the back of the car and leaned back on the tailgate of Vince´s truck. It was already a familiar spot for me to service a horny guy. I followed and stopped in front of him. Seb looked straight into my eyes. His lips formed a sneer but his gaze was full of lust. He hadn´t spoken one word to me so far, but I didn´t really need any instructions. I knew what was expected of me. I kneeled on the ground at his feet and looked up, waiting for his permission to start. His sneer turned into a satisfied smirk. He enjoyed watching me on my knees in front of him for a good while. Finally he gave me a nod.
I lifted the hem of his tank-top, so I was able to unbuckle his belt and open the button of his jeans. Seb grabbed the hem himself and pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his tight body. I drank in his flat abdomen and the thin black love trail that disappeared under the waistband of his boxers. Then I unzipped him cautiously. Seb´s manhood was stretching the cotton of his dingy-white boxer briefs. I had seen his sex organ in the locker room many times, and knew I would need all my cocksucking skills to satisfy him properly. His schlong was maybe seven inches long and it was thick. That was probably one of the reasons he liked to wear those tight jeans; they left little space for doubt about his masculinity.
I pulled his jeans down below his hips together with his undies, revealing a bush of black untrimmed pubes and releasing a strong scent of horny teenage genitals. Seb lifted his semi-hard cock with his finger, offering it to be worshiped. I took the hint and kissed the warm and moist shaft gently. He let out a sigh and let go of his fucker, allowing me do all the work as Vince had promised.
I licked every inch of his rod, rubbing it with my fingers at the same time. I worshiped Seb´s young fuck-machine passionately, moving then to lick the sweat off his plump ball sack. He tried to spread his legs to open his crotch more, but the skinny jeans prevented that, so I hastily pulled them down to his ankles. Now I was able to stick my tongue into the silky space between his thigh and balls. The taste of sweat was ripe and strong there, and I lapped in every drop, while I fondled his hairy calves with my hands.
I had enjoyed very much feeling Vince´s body with my hands while he fucked my face, so I decided to try my luck with Seb too. I moved my hands slowly higher, caressing his thighs. He didn´t seem to mind, so I continued upward and cupped his naked stone-hard butt muscles. I squeezed them with my hands and enjoyed the heat and power they radiated.
What happened next was truly an accident. Seb´s buttocks were so tight and compact, that when I fondled and squeezed them intensely with my hands, the middle finger of my right hand unintentionally slipped into the dark, sweaty canyon between the two bunches of trained muscle. The heat I felt in my finger woke me up from my trance and I pulled out immediately. Too late.
Seb didn´t want me to finger his ass. He took it as an insult to his masculinity. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed the collar of my shirt. I looked up. The fury in his dark eyes terrified me. I instinctively knew what was coming to me. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.
I wasn´t an experienced cocksucker at that time. I knew the basics and I was learning fast. But now, as I am writing this three years later, I know what cocksucking is really about, after sucking off maybe two dozen guys. Some of them used me more than once, so I have so far swallowed maybe fifty loads of young sperm.
Cocksucking is about dedication, folks. That´s it. You are dedicated to bring pleasure to the guy you are serving. It´s all about him, not you. You might think that a cocksucker has an easy job – all he has to do is keep his mouth open to be fucked. You couldn´t have it more wrong.
A good cocksucker is a real multi-tasker who does everything in his power to please the man he is serving. The humble cocksucker looks up every now and then, to show the guy with his eyes that he is completely devoted to his pleasure – guys really love the feel of power involved in using a cocksucker. And all the time the cocksucker has to keep his lips well lubricated with spit and precum to guarantee a smooth ride for the pumping cock, and at the same time the faggot has to keep his lips tightly wrapped around the shaft to increase the superior individual´s enjoyment. And his tongue has to be constantly ready to welcome the cock when the man pushes in, to ensure him a warm, welcoming entrance into the cocksucker´s mouth.
The cocksucker´s hands are also important tools in the trade of serving a man. He uses them to do whatever the guy likes best – and this is the risky part, as Seb will teach me very soon. A cocksucker must find the best pleasure spots in the body of the guy he is pleasing. He has to figure out what the man likes, and different guys like different things. One guy likes the base of his cannon caressed, while another expects the fag to stroke his ball sack or fondle his ass and legs. If the guy likes his feet to be worshiped, the cocksucker worships them. Simple as that.
But when the man is young, like our seventeen-year-old Seb here, he doesn´t necessarily know even himself all the things he could enjoy. So, the cocksucker must try to find out and explore the young man´s body, to offer him new possibilities of pleasure. Unfortunately, sometimes the cocksucker makes a bad move that pisses off the young man he is serving. And there will be consequences, of course.
Seb gave me a hard slap across the left side of my face. The sharp sound of his palm meeting my cheek scared off a flock of little birds hiding in the bushes, and they took off, flapping their tiny wings in panic. I knew it would be followed by another slap on my right cheek. Seb´s left arm was already up, ready to continue my punishment. I tried pleading.
"I´m so sorry Seb, please forgive me. It was an accident."
I saw a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
"Please," I repeated and crouched down to kiss the filthy rubber tips of his shoes. I heard him snicker.
I looked up again. Seb was looking down at me with a self-content adolescent grin. He looked like a teenager who had just tried something forbidden and gotten his way. And that´s what it was all about, of course. For the first time in his life young Seb had shown a cocksucker his place.
My cheek was burning, and I cursed myself for not foreseeing that I was crossing an invisible no-go zone Seb had drawn for his cocksucker. I should have learned one thing by now: straight boys are unpredictable, and they don´t hesitate to show their anger if they are displeased with someone, especially in case of someone they consider a lower creature, like a fag.
I leaned over to kiss the shaft of his cock. He gave me a condescending smirk and pressed the head of his cock on my lips. He didn´t need to speak; the silent command was clear: 'open up, faggot.' I parted my lips to make room for his manhood.
Seb started to fuck my mouth; he wanted to get his long waited relief. I was determined to compensate my previous mistake and concentrated in worshiping the silky skin of his cock as it pumped in and out of my mouth.
I cupped his sack balls with my palm. He grunted – wrong move again – and I retreated quickly. Then I took the base of his cock between my two fingers and rubbed softly every time he pulled out and let go just before he fully penetrated my mouth and my face was pressed in his silky black bush and I could smell its sweet odor.
Pretty soon Seb was ready to come, well pre-heated by the guys´ conversation in the car and my passionate oral preparations – and his total dominance over another male. He grabbed my head in a vice-like grip with his strong hands and shot the first load of cum into my mouth. The taste was wonderful, young testosterone and slimy ropes of seed with a delicate aroma of lemon. Unfortunately, that was also the last load I was able to taste, as he grabbed my hair, pulled his cock out and shot the following three bursts all over my face, grinning ear to ear. Vince and Seb were good friends, so I guess it was natural for them to share a sense of humor, too.
When he was done, he let go of my hair, and offered his already spent rod to be cleaned. I wiped his cum off my lips with the back of my hand and licked the drops of slime off his cock. Then he turned, spat on the ground and left me there.
It took me a few minutes to recover from the rough treatment. Then I got up and walked over to the car where the boys were waiting. The boys burst out laughing when they saw my sperm-covered face.
"Fuck dude, you look disgusting!" Vince laughed.
"My cum looks good on him," Seb snickered.
Vince seemed to notice something else in my face. He frowned.
"His cheek is all red and swollen. Did you educate him?"
"Yeah, I had to slap him a bit."
"Right on, bro," Vince said admiringly.
"Please guys," I pleaded.
"Gimme a tissue or something so I can clean my face," but the boys just laughed at me, enjoying my humiliation.
Finally Vince peeked into the glove compartment, but found nothing useful there. Then he reached behind his seat and took out his gym bag. He unzipped it and rummaged the contents until he found what he was looking for. He grinned and held up a dirty white athletic sock between his fingers. He tossed it out through the open window.
The sock landed on the gravel and I picked it up. I was about to turn away to clean my face but I knew the boys wanted to see me do it, so I wiped Seb´s cum off my face with Vince´s filthy sock while the boys laughed and taunted me.
I didn ´t know what to do with the sock; I offered it to Vince but he just laughed and grimaced.
"I´m not taking that back, dude. You owe me a new pair of socks now. Bring them to the next practice."
I stuffed the sock in my pocket and climbed in. As soon as I closed the door Seb cried out:
"Fuck, the faggot stinks of cum! And he´s wetted his pants," he said, pointing at the dark spot of precum that had leaked through my shorts.
"I´m not sitting next to him," he exclaimed.
Vince pointed backwards with his thumb.
"Get out, fag-boy. You ride in the back."
I got out and climbed over the tailgate to the bed of the truck. I sat down on the toolbox and hoped that Vince´s reckless driving habits would not get me thrown over the side. As soon as my butt touched the toolbox, hip hop was roaring in the cabin, and Vince set off.
"Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch!" the boys were chanting again, exchanging fist-bumps.
I tried to relax but it was difficult. It had been a very hard day for me, and I was horny as fuck. The taste of Seb´s cum was still strong in my mouth and my cock was suffering inside my pants, praying for relief. I glanced through the back window of the truck. The guys were having a good time there without giving half a thought to me.
I calculated we would reach the bigger road in just a couple of minutes. I unzipped my shorts and took out my aching cock. The I dug out Vince´s sock. I pressed it on my face and inhaled the impudent mixture of Seb´s sperm and Vince´s foot sweat. The powerful, heady odor of young manhood filled my senses, and I didn´t need to jerk off much before I shot my load on my palm. I took one last whiff of the sock before I wiped my cock with it. Then I sent the little white piece of garment flying in the air and watched it disappear into the nowhere of the bushes. I leaned back, relieved, and enjoyed the warm wind blowing on my skin.
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