You Know Hes Sub Dont You

By sharper

Published on Jun 5, 2022

Gay

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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART TWO

When we came out of the tree shelter Jake picked up his ball, bounced it and said, "Better be getting back " "Yeah." We walked towards the shops and then I spotted Po coming towards us, looking a bit uncertain. He could see that me and Jake were mates but he didn't know what. Jake waved at him and he waved back. Jake dropped the ball and kicked it in Po's direction. Po tapped it and sent it back. After a bit of that - I joined in with the occasional return - Po was closer but still didn't say anything. He laughed when the ball went past and he had to run to fetch it. When he got back, Jake said, "You were right." Po looked confused. "Right?" "Yeah," said Jake and he glanced at me and back at Po. "He's a fag alright. But it's ok." Po laughed, "You mean ..." I was in shock. I looked at Jake in utter disbelief, and tried to laugh as if it was a joke. Po looked at me and bought it, "You're joking." He said. "No; yeah!" said Jake. "He just blew me. It was great!" Jake kicked the ball towards me and I stopped it. "Aww, you said you wouldn't tell nobody," I looked at him and said, like it was a joke, but seriously, like it was a joke. Po looked at both of us uncertainly. "No, but did you?" He didn't know what to make of it. He stared at us, his dark eyes flicking about trying to catch a clue. I wondered if I had cum on my trousers. I kicked the ball back to Jake and he slammed it in Po's direction. Po caught it on his chest and bounced it on his toe before trapping it and kicking it around in a circle. "Yeah he was good!" Jake reaffirmed. "He was bloody good." "Aww you're just sayin' that," I joshed, wishing he'd stop now. Po stopped the ball and smiled like he thought he knew, "Ok. But he wanted to. You can see that! My brother always said you was gay!" Po's brother was about five years older and a bully. "Your brother's gay," I said, feeling giddy with the deceit. "Oi come here and say that!" He picked up the ball.and held it. Jake laughed, "He didn't mean it." "I did!" I cried, "Everyone knows it. He's a cock sucker and takes it up the arse. He does!" Jake smiled but Po was driven mad. He dropped the ball, flew at me and tried to put his fingers in my eyes. I grabbed him and held him in a fierce embrace. He was like that, close to me, our bodies were entangled in the fight and Jake was shouting, "Here, here!" but didn't act. Po's body was firm. He didn't know how beautiful he was. Holding him in a wrestle, listening to him breath and pant and swear was like heaven to me; his skinny active form was like a wild animal, all heat and muscle, and I wondered what he'd try next, but I could just about beat him even though I wasn't sporty like everyone else: I just punched him in the stomach and kneed him in the groin. With Jake on my side I thought I could do anything. But Po was used to fighting and actually punched me in the face. That threw me off. I fell, and Po was about to kick me when Jake intervened. Once again humiliated I clambered to my feet whilst Po watched, clearly the winner but stopped by Jake - who held him off - from dealing the final blow. Well, he might have done serious damage and then where would we be? So he has to thank Jake later for the favour and I had to thank Jake as well ... though in a different way. "When my brother hear what you said he'll fucknkill you you fuckn queer!" Po shouted before running off. "Hey hero!" Jake congratulated me, "My First Fight Dot Com! How does it feel?" "I only made it cause you stepped in." "Even so. You put up a fight. That's the main thing. You have to. That's the only way. If you don't ... I won't always be there to stop it." "Why did you?" "Cause you're my cocksuck now, aren't you, and I protect what's mine." I didn't know if I felt good or bad about that ... but mainly I felt good. "Grab the ball," said Jake. I saw Po looking at us from a far-off corner before disappearing. Had he seen Jake smooth my hair with his palm and place his fingers on my cheek and put the tips on my lips? Did he see the bulge in Jake's zip? Did he see me fetch the ball and hand it to Jake like some kind of servant? "Hey let's do it," Jake said, grabbing my neck. "What?" "What we just did. Let's do it again. You owe me!" "You're kidding. Where? Here?" "There's a street. It's a dead end. No one goes there. Quick." He ran ahead, his buttocks filling his trousers in a bouncy way. There was indeed a narrow lane leading to a kind of courtyard. He ducked round and I followed him. He stood in a sheltered corner and got his dick out. The ball was by his side. "Here. Quick." I couldn't believe it. I ran forward and he immediately grabbed me and pushed me to my knees. "Quick." This time, I got it out. He groaned and let me, just watching me open up his trousers, unzip and pull them down and then grab his pants down and get his junk out in a flop. "Yeah," he whispered, "cocksucker. You love my dick don'cha." He let me work him my way, spending time kissing and licking him and generally enjoying his fruit before wanking him into my mouth and then throating him. When he came it was more difficult so he had to fuck my face more and became more violent before it stopped with an ejaculation that seemed to go on forever and nearly had me pass out as the spurt filled my throat again.

"Do you know," he said, packing it all in and patting the outline of his still fat prick which he had in a diagonal across his thigh, "I think we got something." "Have we?" I said, standing up and brushing the dirt from my knees. "What?" "You like sucking; I like being sucked." "Oh. Yeah," I agreed. "That." Only trouble was, I couldn't help picturing Po as he had looked at us earlier, disappearing like that, and I wondered what his cock would look like close up. I had seen it in the showers and I knew for sure it was bigger than Jake's. It was a beautiful shape and his pubes were black and soft, whereas Jake's pubes were really bushed out in a humungous muff that smells cling to permanently and sort of wirey in a curly sort of way. And I wondered that if I gave Po a blowjob he might stop bullying me.

Jake walked me home talking about stuff he was interested in - a bit like I was his girlfriend. "You're a fine cocksucker," he said, putting his arm round my shoulders in a matey sort of way. "Do you like sucking cock? You do don't you?" "Mm ... What are we going to say?" I asked him. "Nothing," he replied, "it's not like it's anyone's business and, they don't have to know anything. Let's just pretend that we've got this joke," it seems he needed to spell it out, because I think he thought I needed reassurance, or I might admit everything and then he might get branded with the same slur or we might get into trouble. "Say you suck my dick and you like it and make it like you don't care what they think because it's an obvious lie you're making up and I'll say the same thing. You'll be able to do what you like and I'll be able to get you to suck my dick and no one will know that it's actually true, see?" "Yeah," I said inconclusively. "It might work. The old double-bluff routine." It sounded a bit over-complicated though. "It will! Don't be scared. I'll look after you. They're stupid." I wasn't sure that they were that stupid and I began to make my own plan to have them stop. If I could be their cocksucker instead of just Jake's ... I'd win their approval. That was my idea. But I didn't know how to make it happen.

Before we said goodbye he wanted me to suck it again - even asked if he could come to my room but I said, better not. So he smiled and walked off, bouncing his football like a basketball and then kicking it and running after it. He turned at the last minute and waved at me. I had been waiting for him to do that.

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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART TWO

Next: Chapter 3


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