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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART THREE
Jake had a broad chest, developed muscularity, and very pale pink skin. His nipples were like rosebuds. Ok not like rosebuds, but very pink and prominent - like unnecessarily pink and prominent. He let me see them when we met because he asked if he would take off his shirt and let me would I lick them and also his armpits which, this wasn't his idea, I thought it would be good to just lick them. He thought I was funny because I liked doing such wierd things. "I bet you'd lick my arse if I told you to," he joked and then realised that probably ... I don't think he realised how much I wanted to though. But it definitely turned him on when I licked his nipples and he quickly pushed me down to fuck his cock in my face and cum soon after that. By now Jake had stopped just having me suck him off; I sucked on his balls and made the hair so wet, and licked inside his thighs, had him moaning and stroking my hair all the time while I did it because he was so into it. I used to lick him all over, lifting his shirt, even his legs, pulling down his trousers, and, taking them off completely, his ankles, eventually his feet which he loved. It all turned him on and I could just enjoy being the sub he used while he just stood there enjoying it - though he never turned round. I was enjoying being his cocksub so much I almost forgot about the danger. We found safe places but if anyone ever found out ... Jake didn't seem bothered (perhaps because I was his sub, not the other way round) but if anyone else ever found out, I'd never live it down. Never. I thought of what I might have to do. Run away? Where would I run to? Or maybe things would change. Maybe things would go away and I'd be straight like they were. Meanwhile me and Jake met in various places and hung out more and more so that the gang knew I was Jake's mate. They called me his cocksucker but that was only a joke and when I made it that I didn't care what they said, and Jake made a joke of it as well (he called me his girlfriend in front of everybody and they laughed - they even called me Jake's girlfriend) it seemed that I had gone straight all of a sudden and they seemed to think they had been wrong about me. Even Po seemed to think that he had been wrong about me. He never came back about what I had said about his brother. I often wondered about that. But I didn't say it again.
But when things change, they change quickly: We were in the woods end of the park where an old brick shed with a broken door and no roof provided us the only privacy we needed. Jake was doing something for the first time: he was kissing me. He said he wanted to experiment to see if it made him hard like kissing a girl. So I stepped right up to him and put my lips on his. He put his hands round my back and pulled me closer so that I could feel his while body press into mine and then he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth and touched his tongue with my tongue. It tasted of electricity. Quickly he put his whole tongue in my mouth and started pressing my face passionately with his face, holding my head still with one hand whilst gripping my waist with the other so that our groins rubbed and out cocks pressed against each other. So it was like we was gay, in my mind if not in his. It was fucking amazing. When we stopped for air we were both panting and so excited I don't think either of us knew what to do. He looked into my eyes, he stared into my eyes like a wild animal that doesn't know if it should eat or run away. He looked like he understood something but couldn't speak. That distance in his face was so delicious and so fleeting before he started snogging me again and grabbed my hand and led it to his trousers where he cock was filling the zip like a hot cucumber and made me rub it up and down through the cloth, all the time eating my face ravenously. That snog just went on for what seemed like ages and as we rubbed ourselves together we seemed to approach orgasm several times, just subsiding enough to continue again until something in him seemed to decide he had to ejaculate; he stood back and opened his trousers and pushed me down to receive his sperm which came really quickly and largely missed my mouth but hit my face and ran down my shirt. "Fuck man," he said in something of an understatement, "That was ... fuck ..." I smiled; he held me there in front of his crotch while the last drops of sperm oozed out of his slit and he wiped the tip on my lips before rubbing my face, and the cum on my face, feeding it to me off his fingers. "Ewwwe," he said comically as I sucked the ooze off his hand. "You like that? You do like that. You like my cum don't you son." Calling me son was super hot. I was horney for more - I hadn't cum - and just wanted him to do anything to me. I sucked his fingers and licked his dick, sucking out the sperm which remained in it, and licking his balls as well, the usual; my face was wet with my own spit and I was all coughing and and all over his balls (cause his balls were big AND hairy so there was two ways they could make me gag if I got too much into it) so he hit my head and said, "Hey stop coughing on my junk you!", and so then I pulled down his trousers to lick his thighs and the hot sweaty crevice between his balls and his thighs and then I did it all again whilst he idly played with my hair and watched me. I mean he let me. I was playing with myself but I didn't want it to end but he was getting bored I think and so I said, "Can I cum now?" as though I needed his permission. The question seemed to perturb him somewhat, as though being presented with the option he quite liked that he might forbid. He didn't respond at first then he he touched my face and said, "Do you need to?" "I, I'm really close." "Yeah. But do you need to? If you stop playing with it you'll save it for later." "What when I'm back and alone?" "No, just later ... when I need you to do something." "What something? Suck you off?" "No, just something and you might like it." I had no idea what he meant. "It's better if you didn't cum cause I've noticed you are like so much better if you haven't shot your load." "How better?" "More into it yeah? I mean you're down there even though I cum ages ago and I'm not even hard and I'm just watching you thinking, he really gets off on it." I knew what he meant. I almost didn't want to even cum cause I felt this like he was my god when I was still excited and when I cum it was like, you know, less of a thing. "I like to lick your bush," I said and he patted my head. "Go on then." And I buried myself into his hot smelly bush, dark and wet like a forest on my face and I just didn't want to stop so I'm glad I wasn't allowed to cum cause it was like he said, he wasn't even hard but I was kind of completely into him and just loving him and loving him for letting me do it. We didn't talk about the kissing but after that we kissed a lot more and walked through the park together and even held hands. I thought I was in love, obviously, but Jake didn't seem to think like that. He seemed to think that he had this sub who gave him blow jobs and who he treated like a girl and snogged her and played with her because that's how you treat girls. He even said, "You're like a girl. Do you think you are a girl really?" "No," I said. "I ... don't know what I am. I like guys. I like kissing guys. I like all that." "How many guys have you kissed?" "Just you," I admitted, "but that's enough, and I already know what I like." "What do you like?" "I like guys don't I? I just said." He laughed. "Ok. So you like guys." "What about you?" "What about me?" "You like guys," I said. "I never said that. I like it when you blow me but apart from that." I didn't think he was lying, I just don't think he realised what was happening. Some people are like that. They explain everything away. "Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked. "You are like a girl, but you're a guy, so no." "If I had a pussy ..." "Look mate, mate, leave it, yeah? I like it when you blow and I like it an all that cause you know how to make me cum loads and I like that but don't ask me to fuck you up the arse cause that's fucking disgusting right?" I felt bad. "I didn't ask you to did I? I just ..." "Just fucking leave it! Cause I ain't going to, final." I didn't say anything. He went on, "You are so fucking gay ... You are so fucking fag. Don't you ever think, man I'm disgusting? Don't you ever think that? You must think that. Don't you ever think, I'm like, disgusting?" The thought had crossed my mind. "I can't help what I am," I said, "can I?" "You could. You could try and stop. I mean playing with your balls and thinking about guys when it could be that you was normal like the rest of us..." "Is that what you want?" "I just think, fine you provide a service but this is getting a bit ... Is this what you want? Do you really want this? Secret stuff and pretending? You still hard? You still haven't cum have you?" "I'm fine," I said, "I mean, yeah, I am still hard but I'm ok with it. You said! You said you didn't want me to cum anyway!" "Yeah but it's not up to me." "Well ..." "Yeah but it's not is it? If you want to cum, cum, if not, don't." "I don't want to cum if you don't want me to." I suppose I was trying to get him to take charge. We came to a secluded spot and I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me and snogged him. He stroked my hair and started touching my bottom. Then he buried his head in my neck and started kissing me there. Then I could hear him breathing and felt his breath on my skin and then something wet and then he wiped his eyes and said, "Let's go back to your place." "Why?" I said. "It's more private. Can we?" "Sure. If you want." I thought, we're going snog a hell of a lot if we go back and, who knows? "Yeah, I'm up for anything," I laughed. "You're so hard, whatever it is I want to do you'd do it!" he laughed. I laughed. "Yeah?" he said and stroked my face like I really was this girl he was coming on to. I nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me back to the path and tugged me along. He was in quite a hurry I reckon.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART THREE