Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 08:34:31 -0000
From: gryffindor house <gryffindorh@hotmail.com>
Subject: Going Down on Donny-9

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations including males having sex
with each other.  The story is erotic fiction. Do not read this story if
you are under 18.

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Going Down on Donny-9 (t/t) (Oral) (Humil)

By Daniel

I saw trouble coming after closing time.

Hank had grilled one of his famous Chicago dogs for me and started counting
out the register. I often complained about Hank and his sweatshop, but the
old fart always made sure I was well fed when I worked nights, and I
appreciated his generosity.  I doctored my hotdog with extra mustard,
topped it off with a pile of onions, and stuffed my face with the juicy
wiener.

"You might want to chew it a few times before you stuff any more in your
mouth," said Hank. "You're gonna choke on it."

I ignored Hank and scarfed down another monster bite while keeping an eye
on three guys coming down the sidewalk. As they approached, I scrambled for
the "closed" sign and stuck it in the take-out window.

Hank has a rule that you never turn away a customer, but I was in a hurry
to get home and work on the history term paper I promised to write for
Donny. He said he'd let me suck his dick if I wrote it for him, so I was
anxious to get the job done and collect my reward. Hank had just gone to
the back office to do the bookkeeping, so he would never know the
difference.

The three guys walked up to the service window. They were loud and
obnoxious, and at first I thought that they were just rowdy neighborhood
kids out past their bedtime. But then they got closer and I swallowed
hard. I recognized Brad Cooper wearing an Omega House baseball cap and a
leather jacket.

"Yo, Billy," said Brad.

Frowning, I removed the sign from the window. "What'll you have?"

"Three specials with the works." Brad crossed his arms and leaned his
elbows on the counter. He told me about this keg party they crashed on
fraternity row and went on about all the babes they scoped before they got
kicked out. Then he introduced me to Jerry and Charles, his frat brothers
in Omega House.

Jerry was a tall brown-haired boy with a big honker of a nose and a toothy
grin. He wore a letterman's jacket with a varsity basketball patch. He was
the loudest.

Charles got all my attention. He was built like a sprinter, with broad
shoulders and muscular arms. He wore a baseball jersey with the sleeves cut
off, exposing a ring of barbed wire tattooed on his light brown skin. There
was a promising bulge in his sweat pants. He caught me giving him a quick
once-over and stared back at me aggressively.

Brad paid the bill. The college boys bullshitted about the keg party they
just crashed while I filled the order as fast as I could. I threw the
hotdogs on the grill, prepped the buns, dunked the fries in the deep fryer.

To amuse themselves while I whipped up their order, the guys made fun of
the dorky paper cap that Hank made me wear. After they got tired of the
hat, they went on about some blonde coed who got drunk at the party and
threw up in the flowerbed. I pretended not to listen, but I could hear
everything through the flimsy walls of the hotdog stand.

"So, Billy," Brad said. "My friends here heard about your, uh, talents."

When guys you never met know shit about you, it puts you at a disadvantage.
Brad must have told them I sucked his dick. My face got hot and prickly. I
couldn't help but wonder if those friends of Brad wanted me give them
blowjobs too.

"We won't tell anybody," said Jerry, the tall white dude.  He arched his
eyebrows and his blue eyes beamed. "Did you really suck Brad's cock?"

Yes, I sucked Brad's cock, and a few others for that matter. But I couldn't
say it out loud.  I wanted to admit it proudly, but facing the icy stares
of the three fratboys I wimped out.

Brad flashed a wicked smile and gave a blow by blow description of our
afternoon together, taking great pleasure in exposing every sordid detail
for all to hear. I went back to work, but Brad talked loudly enough to make
sure I heard everything.

"Billy didn't just suck my cock," said Brad. "He fucking worshiped it, man.
Have either of you dudes ever had your dick sucked by a real cocksucker?"

"Yeah, I have," said Charles, the buff black hunk. "Jerry sucks me off
every night before I go to bed."

Jerry slugged Charles' arm. "Don't even joke about that kind of shit, man."

Brad told his frat buddies how easy it was to get me to suck him off.
Hearing his version of events made me sound like a cheap slut, but for some
weird reason it turned me on. He said I practically begged him to let me
suck it.

"He just looked at my cock for the longest time," said Brad. "like admiring
it. You know how big my dick is, right? Well, he was in awe of it, man. I
could feel him breathing on it. He was practically panting. Then he kissed
it."

"He kissed your dick?" asked Jerry.

"A big wet lip smacker, right on my cockhead."

"He does have sweet lips," said Charles.

"He rapped those tender lips around my cockhead," said Brad. "I have to
tell you, when that cocksucker looked up at me with my dick plugging his
mouth, I almost busted a nut.  He wanted my cock in his mouth so bad. You
could see it in his eyes. I had to pull it out of his mouth to cool off."

"What a ho'," said Charles.

"Look at him," said Brad. "Look at that innocent face, those cute bangs and
those rosy cheeks."

"You'd never know it by looking at him that he likes to suck cock," Jerry
said.

"He looks more like a choir boy than a cocksucker," said Charles.

I wanted to find a rock to slither under, but there was no escaping their
put-downs and accusing smirks.

"He fuckin' craves dick," said Brad. "I stuffed my dick down his throat and
he had a hardon, dudes. Can you believe it? He had another dude's dick in
his mouth and he had a fucking hardon."

"That's pretty nasty," said Jerry.

"You think that's nasty?" asked Brad. "I came in his mouth. I shot a slimy
fucking load of cum down his throat and he fucking swallowed it."

"You are a dog," said Charles.

"I admit it," said Brad. "Billy sucked my cock. He totally humiliated
himself and I loved it."

Brad exposed me as a cocksucker to his frat buddies and there was nothing I
could do about it. When their order was ready, I just stood there
shame-faced, painfully aware of the raging hardon that tented my apron. I
passed the food bags through the take-out window, too ashamed to look up
and face the posse, leaning against the counter to hide my boner.

Brad said, "Listen, your boss is coming. Meet us at the baseball field
after you get off work. My friends have big cocks and they want you to suck
them off. You won't regret it."

"You better show up," said Charles. "I'm horny and I want my cock sucked."



The fog started to roll in over the palisades as I peddled to the baseball
field. On the way, I wondered why I was so different from other gay guys my
age. Some friends of mine had invited me to a rave party that night. Should
I go to the party, dance the night away, out and proud among friends? Nah,
I could celebrate my gayness some other time, I thought. I was about to
suck the cocks of three straight dudes and I wouldn't have traded places
with anybody.

When I met up with the fratboys Brad was sitting on top of a picnic table,
looking sexy in his blue jeans and leather jacket. "I knew you'd show up."

I laid down my bike and tried to act casual. I was nervous and excited
about servicing the three studs.

The three buddies decided that Charles would go first because he was the
horniest. I'm not sure how they determined that Charles was the horniest,
but he was more than willing to go first.  Standing in front of me, he
pulled out his cock and let it dangle over the elastic waistband of his
sweatpants. It was thick and meaty, a cock fit for a stud. I reached for
it, but he backed away. His dick swayed on its elastic perch.

"On your knees, you greedy cocksucker," said Charles. His deep voice was
impatient and demanding.

I knelt in front of Charles and sucked his cock. It stiffened in my mouth.
When I swirled my tongue around the purple helmet head, he moaned with
pleasure.

Jerry stood alongside us, straining his eyes to focus on the action. He was
tanked but he still looked hot in this letterman's jacket and high
tops. Within seconds he whipped out his dick and started jacking off like
crazy. I could hear him spanking his meat.

"Look at his mouth stretch," said Jerry, amazed that I was able to open
wide enough to suck the fullness of Charles' cock.

"Suck my big black cock," said Charles.

I licked the head of his dick when my mouth got too stretched out. His cock
head dug into my cheek when he rocked back and forth. He let me hold onto
his ass and his butt cheeks clenched. He was close.

"Make me cum."

Warm spunk filled my mouth and drained down my throat. The satisfied jock
pushed me off his dick and wiped himself off with the tail of his baseball
jersey.

"Did you cum in his mouth?" asked Jerry, still spanking his meat.

"Right down his throat," said Charles. He sat on the bench and spread his
legs as if to air dry his spent dick.

"My turn," said Brad.

Brad was sitting on the picnic table when I bent over and encircled his
thick eight-incher with my lips. I could barely see his big cock in the
darkness, but he sure filled up my throat.

"Work my dick while you suck Brad's cock," said Jerry. He sidled up to me,
brushing his cock along my cheek.

Blindly, I reached out and raked Jerry's denim-clad thigh and felt the cold
metal of his two-pronged belt buckle. Groping, I finally wrapped my fingers
around Jerry's throbbing pole. I gave Jerry a handjob while I sucked Brad's
dick. Working two cocks at once got me really turned on, an eight-inch pole
in my mouth and a throbbing rod in my hand.  Their cocks oozed strength and
power.

Jerry had a long piece of meat that curved sideways.  It wasn't as thick as
the cock in my mouth, but it was long and hard. "Faster," he ordered. As I
stroked his meat, his lusty groans became loud and high-pitched.

I forced myself to deep-throat Brad's cock, determined not to gag. Jerry
was totally amazed when it disappeared down my throat.

"I can't believe your cock fit down his throat, man," said Jerry.

"He's a natural born cocksucker," said Brad.

I glided up and down, taking my time about it, using my lips to stroke
Brad's cock. I was totally into sucking Brad's cock. For a moment I ignored
Jerry, holding onto his cock like a handlebar.

"Don't forget about me," said Jerry.

With my thumb I massaged the underside of Jerry's cock "That feels good,"
he moaned.  I peeked over at him with Brad's cock bulging out my
cheek. Jerry arched his back and jerked out of my grasp. Ropes of cum shot
out of his spring-loaded cock and splattered on the side of my face.

Brad pushed the back of my head down and I could feel his dick expand in my
throat.  "I'm gonna bust a nut," he yelled.

"Do it," said Charles. "Cum on his face so we can see it."

"Pull off," said Brad. While he stroked his throbbing cock, he pushed my
head down to his thigh. I faced sideways, too close to see the cock I
wanted to suck again. My cheek rested on his thigh and my nose touched his
balls. His crotch smelled of sweat and sex.  He massaged his cockhead into
my cheek.

"You're gonna get it right in the face," said Brad.

Warm cum spurted out and drenched the side of my face. I stuck out my
tongue to collect the cum from his jerking cock.

"Damn," said Charles. "Look at him lap that shit up."

After I cleaned off Brad's dripping cock, I noticed that Jerry was still
sexed up, even after popping his load a few minutes earlier. His sidewinder
hung untouched out of his button fly.

"Do you want Billy to take care of that?" asked Brad, pointing and unopened
beer can at Jerry's crotch.

"Yeah," said Jerry. "I guess I'm still horny."

"Billy needs to suck him off so he can get his dick back in his pants,"
said Charles.

While Brad and Charles emptied another cold one, Jerry emptied another load
in my mouth. Now all three fratboys were thoroughly satisfied. They
strutted off chucking their empties and bragging about their big cocks and
hefty loads. They laughed and grabbed their crotches as they argued about
whose cock I liked the best and whose cock was biggest. They sure were
proud of themselves.