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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART TEN
I think I still had cum on my face cause I was wiping it off and licking my hands and I could still taste it. It was salty but not fish'n'chips salty. More like sea water but more ... Cumy. You know what, if you don't know what cum tastes like you should suck some cock and find out. When he cums on your face, make sure you swallow some. It's nice.
I wasn't concentrating so when Dean said, "Jake? You're up." my ears pricked up like a dog hears the name of its owner. Jake was standing next to Po and he had his hand down his front like he was thinking about it.
"Jake?" said Dean, like he was the new leader, "you want some?"
"Yeah. Right on!" said Jake with a grin. He strolled over a bit like it was the grand finale of Dancing With Stars, though I think Dean was a better blow job than Jake, cause he had a really beautiful dick and cause he came a lot more and cause I wasn't used to it so it was a real high to get that thing in my face. Jake was pretty used to me by now, but we couldn't kiss like we usually did, or even say anything about kissing each other cause it would make Jake gay, and he didn't want that. And we definitely couldn't say he had even once tried to fuck me, cause that was really gay. So there was quite a lot we couldn't say. It was quite awkward. He kept looking at me as though this was how we always did it, and like we hadn't done it all that much anyway - like I even know what the fuck the latest story was!
So I knelt before him, obediently even, and waited while he positioned himself, stood with his legs apart, and then at his signal, like a flick of his hand, I undid his cock like an expert. He was quite hard, but I knew he would be more excited if we snogged first and I hugged him and he got to touch my bottom. I knew it turned him on even if it meant I was a girl when he thought about it. Even so, pretty soon Jake was fucking my head like he always liked to, holding me, cupping my ears and just jacking himself off into me like a cannon firing into a close target. Whenever I caught a glimpse of his face it was kind of angry and concentrated, not like he was enjoying it at all but like if he didn't do it then he would fail some kind of test. I wanted to help but he was hammering my head so much it was all I could do to stay upright. When he eventually came the spurt of cum in the back of my throat tasted like it always did and if my mouth wasn't stuffed I would have smiled at the familiarity of it and the feeling of being where I was used to it, serving this guy like he was my best friend.
He held it in to work the last of his juice into my neck and then slowly withdrew, as though withdrawing his cock from my face might hurt me. I swallowed and coughed. He brushed my face, as though to say, 'goodboy', but he didn't say it. He turned away, doing himself up, and walked slowly back to where Po was standing, watching and silent.
"You like that don'tcha!" said Dean, giving my head a swipe that halfway turned from a smack into a stroke of my hair. He seemed to have changed as well. I mean, everyone seemed to have changed. The whole group had altered. Now, Dean acted all in charge. Jake and Luke kind of followed his lead, and then John trailed - cause everyone now probably thought he was probably impotent. Or they thought he was super straight, too straight for queer holes. I don't know.
Po just watched on, taking it in, observing me being the gang dump. He seemed to have become quiet and thoughtful. I don't know if he approved. I caught him staring at me directly, his hand in his pocket. I don't know what he was thinking, but something about him, he did look horney, and I found myself once more fancying him ... just because I knew about him, and - whilst sucking off as many cocks as possible was all I could think about all of the time, there was also this feeling that somewhere along the line I'd want something else: a friend I could trust. A boyfriend. A lover. Someone gay, not a straight guy getting his jollies, but a fellow poofter! And why not Po? He was gay like me and might even have an ounce of humanity buried deep inside that masculine-obsessed world-hating exterior.
I knelt back on my heels cause now that Jake was finished I didn't know what they would do and I waited to see what would happen. I reckon the only one of the gang who really enjoyed the whole thing was Dean, who had something to prove and got off on being the boss of me. Oh and I think Luke liked being first cause it meant he could show off to everyone that he was a guy like everyone else, like Jake, and not a fag, like me. They were all out to prove something and I was the thing they used. It was all a bit weird.
Jake was the first to speak. "Hey you can get up now," he said to me. I stood, nervously. There seemed to be a bit of uncertainty. The consensus around me being the gang cocksucker was breaking down now that I had done what they wanted and it turned out there was no Item 2 on the agenda! Dean indicated John, "Hey, Johnny want another go? You up?" John shook his head. "I'm good," he said. "It's pervy fucking another bloke's head even if he is a poofter." "Hey I know," said Dean, "but it's just cause he's up for it and it feels good. You won't ever find a girl sucks like that!" "Won't I?" said John. Luke added, "His mouth is hot like a girl's. He is a girl, really, cause all poofs are and they just want to be girls." He looked at me as though expecting me to agree, but I just looked at him and the others without speaking cause I knew the truth: I was a cocksucker and I enjoyed it so I didn't need to be a girl to be a cocksucking fag!
"Right," said Jake impatiently, "we finished here? Cause I gotta go." "What about him?" said Dean. "What about him?" "Well we aren't just going to leave him here are we." Dean stated it bluntly. "He can go home. Or - look, does it matter?" "Not if you're finished with him." "Aren't we finished with him?" asked Jake. "You might be." Dean looked at the others. "I'm not," he said, straightening up and flexing his arms like he was about to press weights. He walked up to me and grabbed my face by the chin, squeezing the sides of my mouth painfully. "What the fuck are you looking at fag?" He said it angrily but also like it was a joke and I couldn't respond. "Cause don't ever look at me like that yeah? Or anyone. Cause we are your superiors yeah? We are your handlers. We own you and you are where we dump our cum yeah?"
I don't know where he got all these expressions from. But we all do Tumblr so, I guess: it's out there.
"Get it?" He let go and made it out he was about to slapped my face lightly, but instead he hit my head with a sharp smack and I was sent reeling, holding my cheek and ventilating madly. "Hey come on Dean," said Jake, "haven't we had enough?"
"I haven't," said Dean, stomping his feet and shaking his arms like they were stressed with the activity. "I! Haven't! Have! I!?" He turned back to me and pointed his finger, "Now you go and say anything to anyone about this ..." He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to the ground again so that I was facing his waist and my knees hurt. He held my head with a hand on the back and pushed my face into his junk so I could smell the cum and sweat and the outline of his dick on my cheek.
"Anything - and we'll get you yeah?" "Yeah Dean," I said, "I won't." "You can keep a secret can't ya," said Jake comfortingly. "Yeah," I nodded. "Why should he prat?" said Luke, "He loves it. He loves it. Look at him. He wants it. That's all he wants!" I smiled. Luke was right. I was in heaven right now and thinking I didn't want to be left by them to go back to my room all alone again and dreaming about guys. I wanted the attention of real guys with something to prove. I thought they were beautiful, quite honestly, all of them.
"Yeah why should he?" asked Jake. "He's here willingly. He could just run off if he didn't want to do it. Can't you see that?" "I can," agreed Luke, "but you know, no harm in just saying. Cause we don't want any trouble. We just want our cocks sucked! That's right isn't it? That's it." Luke was enthusiastic, but no one else did so much. Everyone else was less certain.
"Yeah well we got our dicks sucked," said Jake. So let's move on and play some footie."
Dean didn't seem to want to. He rubbed my face in his crotch so I could feel the bulge of his stiff dick inside. The ridge of it was rubbing against my face. Then my lips brushed over it. I opened my mouth to let the fabric mound go between my teeth and press on my tongue. "Look at him!" said Luke. "He's still hungry for cock! Yeah you want it again don'tcha fag boy?" said Dean. I mumbled, "Yes ..." "Yes Sir," said Dean airing his Tumblr vocabulary again. "Sir ..." I said. "Yes. Sir. Fag wants its cock doesn't it." "Yes ... Sir ..." I said fondling his cockridge with my mouth, letting my teeth stimulate it through the cloth. I could tell that he liked it, the way he directed my head to stay on it and rolling his hand through my hair, and the way he went a bit quiet before starting to tell me again, "Yeah ... Like that fag like that yeah ..."
His voice was gentle and encouraging but there was this threat like I had to do it and pretty soon I could feel that he was really hardening up and he would just have to put it in my mouth again because he'd want to feel it slide between my lips and over my tongue and down my neck and work it and cum. He was thrusting it against me and really getting the rough sensation of my teeth through the fabrics exciting the tip and underside of his glans. I could tell exactly what he was feeling. He was responding to every millimeter of his cock skin as it came into contact with my mouth and I was rubbing myself against him too, feeling his hardness with every part of my face. I pulled away and looked up at him, "Please Sir let me suck your cock. Please Sir ..." He laughed and looked at the others, then back at me wiping my face on him.
It was great.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART TEN