Washroom Blackmail Chapter 2.
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NOW: Washroom Blackmail Chapter 2.
"Where are you going in the middle of the afternoon Frank I thought you would be going to the gym with the boys for a last workout. Starting Tuesday your going to be stuck in the classroom, doing your best to drill History in students heads." Jean asked walking in the kitchen.
"How do you know I'm not heading for the gym?" I asked.
"You're not carrying your gym bag for one thing." Jean replied.
"I put my gym bag in the car earlier." I said. "I just have to make a stop on the way to the gym."
"Where?" Jean asked.
"What's with the fifty thousand questions. I just have to drop in the mall and pick something up for the first day of school Tuesday. I'll See you later?" I answered feeling as if I had been put on the spot. There was no way I was going to tell her the real reason I was heading for the mall.
"Fine, but remember we are having supper with the Vice-Principal and his wife, so be home early enough to allow for time to change, dinner is at eight." Jean said said as I opened the back door to leave.
"Okay I'll be home in plenty of time. I really have to get going." I looked at my watch. It was already ten to one and I had to be at the mall by one thirty. "See you later." I called closing the door behind me.
I drove to the mall across town, doing the speed limit. The last thing I needed was to be pulled over and getting a ticket. Getting the ticket I wasn't worried about but being at the mall by one thirty was important.
I parked my car, rushed in the mall heading for the men's washroom, at the far end of the mall. I looked at my watch while pushing the washroom door open. Thank goodness it was only one twenty five, I made it with five minutes to spare. I headed to the cubical at the very end and walked in closing the door behind me. I wasn't sitting, fully clothed on the toilet seat any more than a couple of minutes when I heard the washroom door open and close. Who ever it was must have just gone to the urinal. I waited a couple of minutes more and I heard the door opening and closing again. This time, who ever it was was walking toward my cubical. I felt stupid waiting in the washroom stall for the guy I had met up with the day before. That's when it dawned on me I didn't even know the teenagers name.
Who ever was using the urinal was at the sink washing his hands. I could hear the water running. Who ever was walking toward my stall had stopped before reaching my cubical. I looked at my watch. It was exactly one thirty. I heard the washroom door open and shut, who ever had used the urinal had just left. The sound of the guy walking toward my cubical continued. "Open up fag." The guy shouted, knocking on my cubical door.
I leaned forward unlocking the door. The hot looking blond I'd been with the day before walked in. "Glad to see you fag and you're on time." The hot sixteen or seventeen year old boy said.
"You didn't give me a choice, taking those pictures yesterday." I answered a bit pissed off.
"Don't get mouthy fag. Damn right I took photos and thanks to my dad's dark room I've already got them developed. I made insurance I put the negatives in my post office box. I wrote in my diary my parents are to open it, if anything happens to me. So don't think of knocking me off, or causing any problems for me. You just better hope nothing happens to me or you're in deep shit for molesting an underage kid." The kid laughed. Shit I was dealing with a real nut case. Serves me right for jacking off in a public washroom.
"Why do you still have your clothes on?" He asked slapping my face with his open hand. "Can't you do anything right?
I didn't know what to say or do and just stared at him. He was wearing sandals, gym shorts, a tight sleeveless T-shirt that emphasized his muscular chest, arms, flat stomach and lightly, pale blond hairy legs. "Don't just sit there, get a move on it." He ordered in a husky voice, I didn't expect that from the teenager I guessed to be sixteen or seventeen. Then he slapped the other side of my face. "I haven't got all day. I have a date later and I want to drop a load. I hate being sexually desperate when I meet up with her. She's such a fucking cock tease, but her dad's my boss."
I pulled my T-shirt over my head dropping it on the floor, before standing up pushing my jeans down to my feet, before sitting back down. Once seated I took my runners and socks off before tugging my jeans off letting them fall on the floor. "Is that okay?" I asked. "I don't even know your name or anything about you. You know everything about me, as you told me yesterday."
"Who I am isn't your business Mr. Fuck up. All you have to know is that I own you. Since I own you, I'm your Master. You got that bitch?" The punk blond asked, but I knew it wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"Yes." Looking at just how hot this punk really was. I hadn't thought of guys as being hot before, it's true I appreciated men that worked on their bodies. I was proud of my two sons Allen and Randy, they both worked out with me for three or four hours, four or five times a week. Once school started next week they would be working out with their buddies at school. I'd be back working out on my own. At least my boys didn't grease down their hair like the other boys. I thought that it looked disgusting but what could one do, it was the style of the early sixties. This hot teenage stud didn't grease his hair down either. That's when it dawned on me that he was probably sixteen, the same age as Allen, my oldest son. His seventeenth birthday was a month away. Allen was going into the last year of high school. Randy's birthday was a week away and he'd be fifteen.
"Don't just stare at me fag. You should know what to do. Help me undress. Since I'm your Master you get to call me Master. Now answer me properly Mr. Fuck Up." The hot kid said with a look of domination in his eyes, like I'd never seen in a boy of his age. I could tell he really meant business.
I reached over tugging his gym shorts down to his knees. I couldn't help staring at his stretched out jock strap. I didn't say anything watching him tug his T-shirt over his head and handed it to me. He stepped out of his shorts and shoes raising his arm and slapped my face, harder than the first two times. "When I ask a question I expect an answer Mr. Fuck Up." My Master said raising his voice.
"Sorry. What was the question?" I asked.
My new teenage Master raised his arm and slapped the other side of my face that made my cheek sting. "Master, fag, Master, can't you get anything right?" He asked but I knew he wasn't asking me a question, just stating the obvious that he was my Master.
"I'm sorry Master?" I put my hand to my face and rubbed it. "What should I do now, Master?" I asked.
"Get on my cock fag. For a fucking homo, your pretty dumb. What the hell do you think we're here for, a Saturday night social?" My Master shouted pushing his hips forward causing his bulging jock strap to push in my face. "How do you propose to blow me with my jockstrap still on fag?"
"Sorry Master, I'll try to do better." I said feeling as low as I could possibly feel tugging his jockstrap down his legs to his knees. His thick seven inch cock pushed out and up, slapping his muscular stomach. Without waiting for any more orders I leaned over taking the head of his cock in my mouth."
"Now you're learning Mr. Fuck Up." My Master growled pulling me off the toilet until I had no choice but to get on my knees. He gripped my head between his hands and thrust his hips forward. I began choking as his cock head pressed against the beginning of my throat.
"You'll have to do better than that fag." Thrusting his hips forward pulling my head toward him at the same time until I felt his cock head enter my throat. I felt my vomit rising from my stomach. "I'm not stopping until this cock is down your throat fag, so you better find a way to settle your stomach. I don't need vomit on my dick. I have to say you look kind of hot, your face bright red and puffed out." He laughed slapping my left cheek.
I did my best to calm my stomach but I had a difficult time. I don't know how I managed but what had begun rising from my stomach settled down. Maybe it was his slapping my cheek hard, that caused me to think more about my cheek than my stomach.
"That's better fag, keep working that cock." My Master ordered shoving more and more of his cock in my mouth and throat with his balls slapping my bottom lip. "You did it fag, you should be proud of yourself." My Master complemented me.
I was beginning to feel proud of myself that my Master complemented me until looking up and seeing the sneer on his face. "I shouldn't have to teach you to swallow my cock homo, but then you're my first fag so I don't know how all these things work." Still gripping my head his cock not moving from my throat for what seemed forever. I felt if I didn't take a breath soon I'd suffocate. What would Jean and my sons react to if their husband, father found dead, with a juveniles cock down his throat. I just could see the papers now. "Child Molester found choked to death on a teenage cock, in a washroom cubical."
Everything started blacking out, just as my Master yanked his cock out of my throat until only his cock head was remaining in my mouth. I gulped down air breathing through my nose. "That's the way get a good breath." My Master ordered looking down at me a look of aggressiveness and domination on his face. The last thing I thought was my Master gripping my head and shoving his cock down my throat. How could a cute teenager behave like such a bully?
"That's better." My Master grunted, gripping my head with his cock sliding in my mouth reentering my throat, without so much as a cough. "Work that cock fag." My Master grunted slapping my cheek.
"What choice did I have with my Master shoving his cock down my throat. I had no choice but to work his cock. It wasn't long before my Master was yanking his cock out of my mouth and ramming it down smacking his balls against my bottom lip every time. "Damn, fucking shit, I'm getting close already." Tugging his cock out of my throat. I noticed his big balls were pressed tight against the base of his cock and I knew from my own experiences that he'd soon be loosing his load. I knew I should have been glad it would soon be over but instead of what I was feeling like I would soon be loosing my best friend, his seven inch cock.
He took a deep breath before slamming his cock back down my throat. "I'm cumming." My Master's cock growing bigger and vibrating in my throat. He pulled it out until only his cock head remained in my mouth. I felt a couple of large spurts of cum filling my mouth. The same time he pulled his cock out of my mouth he yelled. "Don't you dare swallow my load fag. I want to see it." He yelled tugging his cock out of my mouth blasting a couple of more loads on my face. "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and show me all my cum."
No sooner than I opened my mouth sticking out my tongue when I heard the washroom door open. "Good now swish my cum around in your mouth and enjoy the taste of my load." He whispered, who ever walked in the washroom walking across the washroom floor obviously on their way to the urinal. I hoped who ever walked in wouldn't squat down and look under the cubical and see me kneeling on the floor with bare feet planted in front of me. It wouldn't take any imagination on what I was doing.
I was swishing his salty cum around in my mouth looking up at my Master, not knowing what to do with his load in my mouth. "Gulp it down. I want to see your throat as you swallow." My Master ordered. "Then have a seat on the toilet."
I did as commanded swallowing his load in one gulp and looked up at him and his shrinking cock. I got off my knees sitting on the toilet. In the other part of the washroom I heard the guy washing his hands.
"Can I get dressed now Master?" I asked, hoping all this would soon be over hearing the washroom door open and shut.
"Not yet fag, I've got to take a leak." My Master answered.
I started to stand up to give my Master access to the toilet but he punched me in my stomach causing me to fall back and sitting on the toilet again. I held my stomach with my hands looking up at my Master trying to figure out what I did to piss him off.
"I told you I have to piss, homo. That means you drink my piss Mr. Fuck Up." He shouted.
"What the fuck." Wondering if I heard correctly. "Did you say drink your piss?" I asked.
He curled his hand into another fist and slugged me in the stomach again. "Master, Mr. Fuck Up. Master.
Are you that forgetful or just plain stupid?" My Master yelled just as the washroom door opened. "School Tuesday. I can't wait to see that hot Mary Jane. I hope she will be wearing tight sweaters like she did last year." I heard Rob one of the boys living two doors down from my place. I remembered how cute sweet he was when he came over to hang out with Allen. He was a good boy but never heard him talk about girls the way he was. The more I thought about him my cock which had gone soft, started to harden. What the hell was the matter with me my mind filling with how hot Rob looked. He was a close to six feet tall, dark brown hair, brown eyes and in runners, socks, shorts and T-shirt he hung around our house wearing them most of the summer. I pictured his muscular chest pressed against his tight T-shirt, nice biceps and those muscular hairy legs.
"Pay attention fag, who said you could go off into dream land, especially when you have my piss to drink.
"Yes she sure is hot." Allen answered, probably standing at the urinals.
"Shit that's my son." I whispered. "What's he doing here. Fuck of course he's buying school supplies. I can't drink your piss with my son in the washroom."
"Yes you can and will or maybe you'd like me to open the stall door and call him over." My Master whispered. "I don't know your son and have no problem with him watching you drink my piss."
I gulped looking up. "Okay you have me by the balls, Master." Remembering at the last second to include Master.
My Master leaned forward tugging my balls from under me and squeezing until tears sprang from my eyes and ran down my face. "Now I have you by your balls. Open your fucking mouth and get drinking.
I managed to take a deep breath before obeying and opening my mouth wide. My Master laid his soft cock on my tongue. "Close your mouth around my cock and don't waste even a drop of my precious piss fag. Wish you'd have held out and let me call your son and his friend to watch." My Master burst out laughing the same time he began pissing.
"I wonder what the guy in the far stall is laughing about." Rob asked.
"Who knows. We should go down and ask him." Allen said laughing to himself.
I gulped down another mouthful of warm salty piss. "Shit no." I thought beginning to panic managing to swallow another mouth full of warm piss.
"I don't think so Al. That would be so saggy." Rob answered beginning to laugh. "Besides we got to finish shopping for school supplies."
I heard the water running and I knew they were washing their hands and heard something hit the floor. "I hope dad remembered not to go to the gym today because we were shopping. Dad and Randy were supposed to meet us in Zellar's at two thirty. We planned it a week ago. Darn I dropped my pen. Did you see where it fell?" Allen asked.
"It must have bounced, I see it beside the closest cubical to us. I'm sure your dad remembered. We better get a move on it, it's two fifteen now." Rob said the washroom door opening and closing the same time my Master pulled his cock out of my mouth. I extended my tongue making sure to catch the last remaining drops from his foreskin.
"Thanks Rob, I see it. Wait a second while I pick it up." Allen said. I froze hoping Allen wouldn't look my way and see me on my knees facing my Masters bare feet. "Lets go." Allen said standing up. I heard the washroom door open and close without Allen saying anything about seeing some guy on his knees in the last cubical so I took for granted Allen hadn't seen me.
"Shit I forgot all about meeting the boys at Zellar's today to pick up their school supplies. It's all your fault for forcing me into this washroom shit." I shouted not thinking what I was saying.
I looked up watching as my Master formed a fist and like a speeding bullet punched me hard in my stomach. I leaned over pressing my arms around my stomach unable to breathe because of the pain.
"Fucking piece of fag, garbage. Never speak to me like that again and never blame me for something that's your own fault. Now sit up straight, before I punch you again bitch. Just for pissing me off." He turning around. "You can eat my ass and I didn't clean my ass very well, after my last shit." My Master grunted bending over with his hands behind him spreading his bubble butt, ass cheeks. I want you to dig your tongue as far in my ass you can manage.
"What did you say Master?" I asked not believing my ears. It was bad enough making me drink his piss without also eating his ass. This was insane.
"Get at it fag, the sooner you clean me out the sooner you meet up with your sons and their friends. He did say something about meeting them at two thirty." I was still bent forward in pain while my Master stepped back until his ass was in my face.
I knew I had no choice sticking my tongue out sliding it between his ass cheeks and ass hole, my Master was holding his ass cheeks wide open for me. "Get that tongue deep inside Mr. Fuck Up or maybe I should start calling you Mr. Ass Licker." He grunted my tongue digging further inside his ass. I felt something flaky enter my mouth. I realized at once it was some lumpy dried shit. I did my best to swallow without tasting it. Suddenly with my horror he let out a fart and started laughing. "How's that taste Mr. Ass Licker." He asked but I knew he could care less whether I liked the taste of his fart or shit for that fact. "You're just lucky I took a big dump this morning or I'd make you eat it. But maybe you'd enjoy chewing and swallowing some of your Master's shit. What do you think Mr. Ass Licker. Think you'd like to become Mr. Shit Eater?"
He must have known I couldn't answer with my tongue deep in his ass. He must have known anyone in their right mind would never want to eat shit. But then was I in my right mind, getting my throat fucked, drinking piss and now eating out his stinky ass. I felt myself gagging tasting his shit. It had to be the worse thing in the world to taste. Him farting in my mouth was even worse.
"That's good." He finally said after I had spent over a minute tonguing his ass. "Get dressed so you won't be late meeting up with your sons and their buddies." My Master said turning around, picking up his T-shirt and putting it on. I put my T-shirt, underwear, jeans, socks and shoes on as quickly as I could. My Master fully clothed was about to open the cubical door when I heard someone walking in.
"Shit what a time for someone having to take a leak." I said looking at my watch, seeing it was twenty three past two.
"Did you talk to Jean about our annual Labor Day BBQ, Jack? I know she will remember but Frank gets forgetful some times." Dennis said.
"Frank was at our gym Monday, but I forgot to remind him about the BBQ, Dennis and I guess you forgot to mention anything to him as well." Jack said.
"Who the fuck are Dennis and Jack?" My Master asked keeping his voice down. "They sound like their friends of yours."
"Jack is one of the science teachers and he has a great body and what I've seen in the showers a nice sized dick. Of course I've only seen it soft, but even soft it's a beauty." I said thinking the times I'd seen them both in the showers. Dennis is one of the gym teachers and football coach. Man his body is hot, firm and muscular and what I've seen of his soft cock, it's even longer and bigger around than Jacks. They both put my three inch soft cock to shame. As you've seen mine is just over six inches hard, I've always wondered how big Jack and Dennis' cocks must look like hard." I spat out without thinking as if in a daydream.
"Shit. You can't deny your a fag, with what you just came out with homo." My Master whispered poking me in the ribs snapping out from my daydream.
"What do you mean by that?" I said looking at my Master as if he was out of his mind.
"Fucking fag, don't look at me like that. You probably thought you were thinking that stuff but you were saying them out load. How many other teachers and students have you been eying fag boy?" My Master started laughing.
"Not so loud. Jack and Dennis are going to hear you." I whispered.
I heard the water running and knew they were washing their hands and didn't hear my Master laughing.
"I wonder what the guy in the far stall finds so funny." Dennis asked.
"Who knows? I just know I've got to get going, the wife's expecting me home to take her shopping." Jack answered the washroom door opening and closing before I could head Dennis' reply.
"Lets go fag." My Master said going out the stall heading for the sinks.
I followed behind him to the sink beside him and washing my hand. I dried my hand on some paper towel. "Thank goodness that's over with." I said more to myself than my Master.
"Nothing is finished. Your my homo, sex slave boy. I'm going to be busy all day Sunday so I will really need some relief by Monday." My Master said running his hand over his chin.
"The mall is closed Monday." I said hoping that would be a good excuse not having to meet up with my Master.
"No problem fag. You know the phone booth behind the mall by the south side parking lot. Most people will be BBQing around noon so meet me by the phone booth at nine in the morning Monday. One other thing, I notice you wear boxers. From now on no boxer, no underwear or jockstrap. They are just something else for you to take off when I order you to strip." My Master said his hand on the washroom door handle.
"We can't meet at the phone booth outside the south parking lot. Public nudity is against the law." I said knowing my voice came out as a squeak.
"You will meet me at the phone booth and that's final. I still have the photos remember fag boy." My Master said slapping my face. Never question my orders Ass Licker. He then made a fist slamming it into my painful gut. "That punch was for not addressing me as Master. Lets get out of here." He opened the washroom door walking into the hall way. I hadn't taken a couple of steps, my Master behind me when he slapped my ass. "I've got to get in that hot bubble butt sometime soon."
"I'm sorry Master." I whispered hoping no one was close enough to hear me. "Did you say you got to get in my bubble butt sometime soon?"
"I sure did bitch." Slapping my ass once more. Thank goodness I didn't see anyone close by. "Monday, nine AM, by the south side phone booth. Do you understand, fag?" My Master asked loud enough if any one was close by would hear him. I knew he wasn't asking if I understood. He was giving me an order. Thankfully I didn't see anyone close by.
"Yes Master." I whispered feeling defeated knowing I'd have to meet my Master at the phone booth close to the south side parking lot.
"Good, I'll see you Monday." My Master said just as Sid, one of the construction men I work along with and worked out in the gym with. Sid walked in the door heading toward me. My Master was just about to walk heading for the door Sid had just entered. "Hi Frank, I didn't realize you knew Matt's son, Jeff." Sid said. "I didn't even know you knew Matt."
"Matt who?" I asked afraid what Jeff would say to Sid. "I don't know Jeff either, he was asking me what time it was." I said looking at Sid, hoping he'd go along with what I was saying. Thank goodness Jeff wasn't wearing a watch.
"That's right I was just asking this guy the time." Jeff said. "I've got to get home and get my stuff ready for school tomorrow. I wouldn't want to get on dad's bad side."
"I'm sure you can't get on the wrong side of your dad. I bet he keeps an eye on you though, being one of the police forces best men. He sure knows how to throw his weight around and he sure has the muscular body to throw around. The guy has to work out at least five hours a day five or six times a week. You think I'm built, you've got to see Matt. What are you doing in the mall Frank?" Sid asked.
This Matt guy, Jeff's dad must be really hot. I had always had a secret crush on Sid's hot body and remembered more than once how big his cock was soft, wondering what it must look like hard. I bet it was huge. Darn now I was thinking about Sid and his cock. What the hell is the matter with me. Next thing I'll be fantasizing about Jeff's dad's hot body and wondering how big his cock was. Darn I was thinking about that. "Excuse me did you hear me?" Sid asked. "I was asking you what you're doing in the mall?"
"Oh sorry was thinking about one of the projects at work. I'm meeting up with my sons. I've got to get a move on it or I'll be late. Nice bumping into you Sid, see you at the company BBQ Monday around noon." I said waving to Sid and heading up the hall to meet up with Randy, Allen, and Rob a great looking fifteen year old friend of Randy's. I couldn't believe what I was thinking about my sons' friends. At least I knew my Master's name and his dad was a cop, not just a cop but one of the best on the force. I'd better watch myself, there's no telling the trouble I could land in if Jeff's dad found out about me being with his son.
I entered the food court and saw Randy, Allen and Rob sitting at the far end. I looked at my watch and noticed I was less than five minutes late. "Hi Randy, Allen, Rob." I greeted approaching the table they were sitting around.
"Hi dad. Glad you remembered to meet us here. I thought you might have forgotten. You seem to have a lot on your mind lately." Randy said.
"I remembered, I'm late because I had to drop by the washroom on the way guys." I said hoping they would believe me. After all it was the truth but hadn't dropped by the washroom for the reason my sons believed.
"You must have gone in a little after we left, dad." Allen said. "I wonder if those two guys were in the last stall when you went in. It sounded like a couple of fags making out in there. I happened to see under the stall because I dropped my pen and guess what I saw?"
Fuck I thought. My son could see me under the fucking stall. I'm kind of glad I was nude or he'd have recognized my pants and shoes. "What did you see Allen?" I asked.
"Some nude guy on his knees facing bare feet in front of him, quite obviously the fag was blowing the other guy. Of course it doesn't mean that the guy getting the blow job is a fag. He's only getting his dick sucked, but the guy blowing him sure is a fag." Allen said. "Wish Brenda would suck my dick. I've heard queers suck better than most girls and women." Allen said sitting across from me openly rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. I bet you have a good size cock I'd like to wrap my lips around, I caught myself thinking. Damn now I was even fantasizing blowing my own son.
"I wouldn't know about that son. I've never gotten a blow job, not even your mother blows me. Sorry gave you too much information about our sex life guys." I said. "I'd stick with girls and women guys. You don't need to be messing around with fags." Fags like I was turning into over night, I thought to myself.
"Yeah you're right Mr. Thompson." Rob said. Rob was always polite and showed me respect calling me by my last name even though I insisted he call me Frank. I wonder how much respect he'd have for me if he knew I was the fag sucking cock in the washroom cubical. "I still have to admit it would be kind of hot to smack around some fag forcing him to deep throat my eight inch thick cock. I've been told by girls at school, that it's too big for them to handle. I would never force a girl to deep throat my dick but I wouldn't feel anything making some fag choke on my eight and half inch thick dick. What about you guys?" Rob asked Randy and Allen.
"Shit my cock is going to be huge by the time I'm your age Rob. I'm only fourteen and I've measured my dick and it's eight and a half thick inches like yours Rob. What about you dad and Randy?" Allen asked.
"I've measured mine and it's just over nine thick inches." Randy said. "What about you dad? Or do Allen and I take after mom's side of the family?" Randy asked.
"You can't judge a man by the size of his dick boys. I have never measured my dick when it's hard but I'm not ashamed to tell you that my dick hard is much smaller than any of your cocks but it is enough to have produced you two boys." I answered so enough about cock size.
"Dad's right it's not his fault he has a puny cock it probably runs in his side of the family, he knocked mom up twice with you and me, Randy." Allen said. "At least dad's not a fucking homo, cock sucking piece of shit."
"Lets not talk about fags and sucking dick Rob. It's not exactly something one talks about in the food court." I said trying to change the subject.
"Why not Mr. Thompson? I bet your wife doesn't blow you. Does she?" Rob asked. "I bet a fag would suck your dick though."
"I'm with Rob, Dad." I'd let a fucking fag blow me, I've heard they are great at taking dick down their throat. It's not that you have to like them. You get to let off steam while they take your cock down their throat. Grab a hold of their fucked up head and force them to swallow your dick. You get to yell and smack them around as well. The best part for single guys you get to fuck their ass and not worry about wearing fucking rubbers and knocking them up. They'd really go for you dad, me, Randy and myself. We could get together and gang bang the fucking fag. I wish now I had burst into the cubical and the three of us along with the guy he was blowing gang banged the fucked up homo. If I ever get the opportunity again that's exactly what I'm going to do. Fags deserve to be smacked around dad."
"That's enough, we've got to shop for school clothes boys, not sit around talking about blowing and gang banging." I said trying once more to change the subject. I hated to say, even to myself I was getting turned on listening to my sons wanting to smack a fag around and treat him like dirt. I couldn't understand why I had those feelings. I imagined my sons, Randy and Allen treating me like a piece of garbage and fucking me good and hard just to dump their loads, it was a real turn on for some reason. I had to get the subject changed before I said something I'd regret like telling Randy, Allen and Rob that I'd love to blow them and for them to gang bang me. It was on the tip of my tongue and I had to bite my tongue from expressing what I desired at that moment.
"Dad's right." Randy said. "Lets get what we need for school Tuesday, forget all this fag stuff Allen, Rob."
"Okay with me." Allen said.
"Same with me." Rob said all for of us getting up and heading for Zellar's to hunt for school supplies and clothes for back to school.
End of Chapter 2.
I wonder how Monday, behind the Mall will have in store for our Fag and his Master Jeff? Anyone think it's about time Frank looses his Virgin ass. Who better to loose it to but his Master Jeff and what about Frank's sons Randy and Allen as well as their best buddy Rob. So many hunky, muscular well hung men mentioned including Franks sons Randy and Allen. What about behind the Mall first thing Labor Day, Monday.
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