Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2012 15:20:00 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Duck Pond Boy  C6

Standing on my porch Bob was truly a menacing character.  Six foot two or
so in height he had the build of a football lineman.  Although his face
suggested he was about seventeen he was physically in every respect, a man.

"Let me in," he growled, "You got my fuck queen in there don'tcha?"

Bravely blocking the doorway I replied, "And if I choose not to let you
in?"

"Look you fucking queer, I got your licence plate memorized.  You got Kenny
holed up in there.  Don't mess around with me or I'll have you arrested.
I'll make sure they check his ass cuz I know you've been fucking him.
They'll lock up your sorry ass and throw away the key."

With that he charged forward bowling me over.  I didn't have the strength
to stop him.  Kenny was curled up on the couch.  Spotting him Bob displayed
an evil grin and began to massage his crotch.

"Ahhh, there's my fuck queen.  I've been looking for you for two days.  I'm
horny and I need your fucking ass.  C'mon with me.  We're getting out of
this fucking queer hole."  Bob grabbed Kenny's arm and began to pull.

Acting instinctively without considering the consequences I stepped between
them.  I went nose to nose with Bob and screamed, "You're not taking him
anywhere!"

Bob was momentarily taken back.  He quickly recovered however.  Placing a
hand on each of my shoulders he shoved hard and I fell back into a chair.
It was Bob's turn to scream.

"Do you think a pussy like you is going to stop me?" he spit, "My dad is
the police chief and I've a good mind to call him right now.  In fact if I
ever find my fuck queen here again I definitely will!"

Kenny looked at me, the tears rumbling down his cheeks.  "I've caused you
enough trouble.  I'd better go with Bob."

"No!" I insisted, "You're staying here!"

Bob furrowed his brow and stared at me perplexed.  "Stop fucking with me
queer.  I'm taking him whether you like it or not!"

"Look, be fair," I implored, "He's still hurting from the other night. Have
your fun with me instead."

Bob curled his lip and barked, "I don't fuck old goats.  I like young
virgin chicken.  Kenny's got a great ass and my cock fits perfectly. He
loves it!"

"I'm not talking about fucking," I replied, "I give the best blow jobs in
Florida. I can suck you until your eyes pop out."

Bob stared at me a moment before slowly shaking his head in a negative
fashion.  "I doubt that.  I got a cock that's bigger than anything you ever
saw in your life.  No one can get it into their mouth."

"The bigger the better," I bragged.

"Yeah?" he replied showing some interest in the offer.

Knowing there was a chance Bob might agree I pressed on with what little
advantage I had, "Yeah, I love to watch beautiful big cocks slip in and out
of my mouth."

He rubbed his crotch more vigorously now.  "I ain't never had a real good
blow job.  No one can handle my monster."  He paused before continuing.
"Tell ya what.  You suck me off real good and I'll leave Kenny alone for
now.  But if you fucking bite me I'll kick your ass all over the place and
take Kenny.  You understand?"

I was working overtime to keep my pounding heart under control.  For
Kenny's sake I had to give a virtuoso performance and I had to stay calm to
do it.  "I understand," I replied.

Bob reached for his belt and yanked it open.  His pants dropped to the
floor and his underpants quickly followed.  A good sized organ flopped into
view.  He held it up for my inspection.

"There what do you think of this beauty?  Do you really think you can
handle it?" he grinned.

It was the width of mine but well over an inch shorter.  It wasn't the time
to tell him that I had him beat.  "That's a great looking piece of meat," I
lied, "But I believe I can handle it."

Bob reached over and waved a finger an inch or so from my nose.  "Remember
what I said. No biting or it will be a bunch of these." He replaced the
single finger with a clenched fist.

I turned to Kenny.  He was trembling, his arms wrapped around his legs as
if he was trying to make himself look as small as possible. He looked
extremely vulnerable.  With my eyes I signalled him to retreat to the
bedroom.  He obeyed.

Right on cue Bob immediately took Kenny's spot on the couch.  Grasping his
cock he held it up and declared, "Here, go for it fuck face. It's dinner
time."  He laughed at his own humour.

Bob had a generous amount of skin around the base of his helmet.  I placed
my hand on the shaft and pulled down making the glans readily accessible.
Reaching in I began by licking and polishing the flared edge.  Thankfully
he was reasonably clean.

"That feels damn good," Bob growled, "But I knew it! You ain't suckin' it.
You ain't never getting me off that way."

"Patience," I responded, "Have patience.  We'll get there.  Just lay back
and enjoy!"

I continued to lick for a few more moments before placing my lips over the
mushroomed head.  Moving down gradually I cleared the ridge and wrapped my
tongue around his glans.

"Ohhhh,......fucking shit!" Bob moaned.

I pressed hard with my lips and bobbed up and down several times.  Bob's
breathing became hot and heavy.

"Oh my Lord....fuck.....fuck.....fuck. Ohhhh!" he cried out.

It was too soon for a climax.  I wanted the experience to be as pleasurable
as possible for Bob.  If I succeeded he may in future prefer me to Kenny. I
decided to pull off and talk it up for a while.

"You got a great cock," I exaggerated, "It's perfect for sucking."

"I heard that queers are damn good cock suckers and so far you ain't too
bad.  Get down on it again.  Swallow my load!" I obeyed and took him right
down to his pubes.

"Jesus Christ!  You swallowed the whole fucking thing!  How'd you do that?"
Rather than lifting off to respond I massaged his helmet with my throat
muscles. "Ohhhhh.....Damn that feels good!"

I moved back and massaged his flared ridge once more.  The swearing
increased and Bob displayed definite signs of exploding in my mouth. I
lifted off again.

"Are you enjoying it?"  I queried.

"It's pretty damn good all right," he agreed, "You know how to give good
head.  That's for fucking sure.  Now finish it!"

I wasn't sure how much power I had over him at that point.  I suspected it
wasn't much but I had to try.  I had to play my ace and hope for the best.

"There's a lot more blow jobs where this one came from as long as you agree
to leave Kenny alone."

Ignoring my plea he insisted, "Go on.  Finish it.  Swallow my goo!"

Obviously he had heard my message and I was chagrined that he hadn't
responded to it.  All I could do was to finish the job and hope for the
best. I took him in once more down to the root.  Coming back up I pressed
hard as my lips passed over his helmet only to sink down again until an
inch or so of him invaded my throat.  It didn't take long.

"Ah....ahhhh....ahhhhh, .... oh jeez," he moaned. He arched his back and I
felt his glans swell in my mouth.  A torrent of hot jism shot to the back
of ny mouth.  I swallowed over and over as he continued to pulse out his
cream.  Catching the last drops I held my position sucking more slowly now.
I released him as I felt his organ going limp.

Bob's eyes were closed and he looked as if he was trying to catch his
breathe. Finally opening his eyes he remarked, "Okay...okay. You done all
right.  I'll leave Kenny alone tonight.  Ain't got nothing left for him
anyway," he smirked.  "But I ain't promising for the future though!"

Without another word he pulled up his pants, spun around, and staggered out
slamming the door behind him.  I collapsed on to the just vacated couch.
With the tension released my tears began to fall.  Kenny was suddenly
beside me, his face as tear streaked as my own.  We held each other in an
embrace.  Neither of us wanted to let go. It was Kenny who broke the
silence.

"Did you mean what you said?  Are you really going to blow him again?"

I responded, "Not if I can help it, but I promise I will do whatever it
takes to protect you!"

Kenny smiled bravely and tried to inject some humour.  "Even if you have to
suck a cock that is bigger than mine?"

"Don't get the wrong idea Kenny.  It wasn't fun sucking him off.  I was
raped just as you were. It's never fun when you are forced to do it.  I'm
just happy he left you alone tonight."  Kenny reached for my lips.  We
kissed in earnest.  Releasing him I asked, "Are you still up for going
home?"

"I think so," he replied. "If you don't mind showing me where you live I
would like to rent a car and drive you home."

Kenny agreed, "That would be great."

Ninety minutes later I drove him to a run down tenement building in the
worst part of town.  I assumed he would have lots to do and told him I'd
pick him up at eleven the next morning.  He gave me one last peck and
slipped out of the car. I didn't sleep much that night.  I kept thinking
over and over of Bob's attacks and what I could do to stop him.  By morning
I had the answer.