The white queer went over to his best friend, the quarterback, and woke him up. Jared was still naked and had curled up in the fetal position on his parent's living room floor, and basically shut down from the brutal pounding of black fists and cocks.
He didn't bother to pull up his skinny jeans, and knelt near his friend in just his lime green bikini briefs. The rapper, his cousin, and the dealer had all left awhile back, in their separate and purloined cars.
Jakiris had told his bitch to be ready the next day at 10:00 AM for the flight to Miami and to make sure that Daz's new faggot was ready too. He tried to help Jared to his feet, but the white jock got surly.
"Get your faggot hands off of me."
The blond teenager kicked Jared in the balls. "Who the fuck you calling me a faggot, bitch? Seems like I just seen you sucking a ten inch nigger dick.
Seen a couple of rappers smack you around like you was a fucking street whore."
Jared rolled on his side again, his balls throbbing, his entire body aching.
"Don't you ever talk to me that way again or I'll tell Jakiris to break your passing arm and slice off a nipple, you fucking pussy. I ought to take a few pictures of you and send them to your team mates. They'd like that you still have `fag' in black marker on your forehead! Nice touch by Daz."
Jared was in such a hurt, that he finally shut up. He was amazed that he had been beaten down by Daz and his friends, and knew he had to take care of the dealer's needs now. But to have his friend, a skinny white skater telling him off, that was an even greater humiliation.
His former friend bitch slapped him and twisted his left nipple. Jared cried out in further pain. "Suck my cock, you worthless pervert."
And Jared, wanting no further pain, reached out to caress his tormentor's crotch, clad only in thin lime silk. He reached over and licked the boy's growing cock and balls. Without further prompting he pulled the bikinis down gently, and looked at the boy's five inch cock.
The boy didn't want to play around, and he grabbed his former friend by the ears, pushing his teenage dick into the quarterback's bruised mouth. He rudely mouth fucked the jock, in the same way he had seen Jakiris and Daz treat him, and he liked that he was finally able to humiliate his former friend, the big fucking jock.
One the boy came, and he ordered Jared to swallow his meager load, he told him to be packed for Miami and ready to leave at ten the next morning. Then he pulled on his skinny jeans and left for home for his own bed.lack skinny jeans.
The white fag was busy that night, packing and getting ready for the big trip. When he walked back over to Jared's house to await Jakiris and Daz, he thought he looked pretty good.
He had on his Rick Owens drkshdw sleeveless front zipper hoodie and a pair of black skinny jeans, with a couple of inches of white D&G boxer brief sticking out.
He had printed out a photo of Jakiris from the club's Web site, and cut it out and mounted it in a locket he took from his mother's jewelry case. He was proud now that Jakiris was his man, and he would prove to the rapper that he could suck cock better than any girl and needed only him. It hung proudly around his neck, on his skinny white chest.
He has washed out his long blond hair and applied product to make it shine. He wore some of his mother's perfume and thought he looked and smelled the way Jakiris would want.
He dragged his duffel bag up to Jared's door, and was surprised when his former friend opened the door, hefting his own bag of clothes, ready for the trip to Miami. The quarterback's face was a mess of bruises, but his hair was washed and hung wet, a couple of inches below his ears.
He wore a sleeveless grey Abercrombie tee and a pair of low slung jeans, with green plaid boxers peeking out. He had on flip flops. He hardly looked at the boy and just grunted a greeting.
Moments later Jakiris sped up the street, attracting attention as Nas blasted from the open windows of the Hummer that had been Jared's. Jakiris drove and daz sat up front with him. Two medium skinned girls sat in the back. Daz was drinking a Steele Reserve quart.
Jakiris put it in park and leaned out the window. "Get the fuck in the back with the suitcases and shit, assholes." The two white boys popped the hatch and climbed with their duffel bags and tried to find a way to arrange themselves amongst the luggage. The girls seemed to have packed a lot.
Jakiris roared off, as Daz flung the empty quart out the window. It smashed in Jared's parents driveway, and he opened another. He leaned back to the girls and said "One a you ho's oughta be between my legs."
They giggled and the white fags in the back got jealous, their faces flushing red.
When Jakiris pulled into the valet area, he told the boy "Don't need no baggage help. Dem white boys in back take care a it."
He swaggered out, his baggy jeans well positioned below his ass, held in place by a belt, his grey boxer briefs nearly fully exposed. He wore a red hoodie, the hood up, unzipped, with nothing underneath. Several dog tags shimmered on his hard, muscled chest.
Daz walked along side him, the girls trailing behind, and the white fags loaded what seemed to be eight suitcases and duffel bags on a luggage cart and naturally brought up the rear.
Jakiris and his friends had scored seats in First Class for the long cross country flight, and they settled in with champagne, although Daz wanted beer. Daz held his jeans up with one hand as they sagged precariously while he fooled around with the two ladies. He pulled off his wfe beater and pronounced himself too hot to wear it all day. His dreads fell on his broad, black shoulders.
The two faggots had terrible seats, in the very back next to the lavatory. The blond teen told Jared that he wanted a hand job since no one else was around them. When the quarterback at first refused, the boy hit his speed dial and started to text Jared's football coach. The jock started to massage the other queer's crotch of his skinny jeans.
Three hours into the flight, the Jared got a text from Daz up front. The dealer told him to meet him in the aft lav. It was tight, but Jared was seated on the commode when the tall teen entered, still shirtless. He was fully boned, and the quarterback immediately reached for the drug dealer's cock, fishing it out of the fly in the exposed underwear.
Daz moaned loudly as the white cocksucker worked his large black dick with his still sore mouth. He came within five minutes, forcibly shooting load after load of hot tthug cum in the white slut's mouth.
As Daz stuffed his monster cock back in his white boxer briefs, a flight attendant knocked on the door. "You need to open up please, there's a line out here."
Daz pulled the door open and loudly said "This shit head a faggot. Ask me in here to look at some crystal, den he try to put the moves on me. Fuckin queer.
"Sum fuckin airline dis is", he yelled as he stormed back to First Class, his lean but muscular body giving off the smell of sex. "Lettin faggots come on to people when dey travelin for bizness."
Jared extracted himself from the lavatory, shame faced, and retreated to his seat. Cum leaked out of the corner of his mouth and his hands were still sticky with the blond's thin white cum. He couldn't imagine a more embarrassing situation could await him in Miami. He felt like he had truly become a faggot whore and wondered what his man would do next to humiliate him.
Wrapping it up with the next chapter dudes. Thanks for reading!
Peace, Justin
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