Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2014 12:43:34 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Brian's Bitch 7

As the week went on I found myself looking forward to every moment Robert
would be alone with me, in his room or in some corner of the school.  They
weren't frequent, but being able to hold his cock and have his little hand
on my cock, at least once a day, was exhilarating.

I still, also, found myself jacking off each night in my jock thinking of
Brian's big cock plowing my ass.

I didn't think twice anymore about how I smelled like cum all the time.  No
one commented on it.  In class or in the dining room I could occasionally
smell my own cum in my jock and the only effect it had on me was to make me
think of Brian's cock in my ass and I would start to get a hard-on.  Gone
was any sense of embarrassment or fear what others might say.  Since the
jock was tight, the hard-on would never show in my loose grey flannel
trousers so I wasn't even embarrassed about being hard in class.

I found myself not obsessing any more that no one saw the jock.  Yes, I had
started the practice of wearing the jock under a pair of briefs so I could
change in the locker-room with the rest of the school.  This had the added
benefit of I could go back to jacking off when I woke up in the morning as
well.  While the jock would still be wet with my fresh cum when I put it on
after the shower, the briefs ensured the wetness didn't seep through onto
my trousers.

I still went upstairs to shower after sports so the school didn't see me in
the small jock, but I didn't race to get in bed while my roommate was out
of the room or wait until he left in the morning before getting dressed
after my shower.  If he thought it was weird I was wearing a jock, and one
that was too small, or if he noticed it had cum stains on it, or if he
thought it was weird I put a jock on under a pair of briefs, he didn't say
anything but he was 100% straight and very narcissistic so I doubted he
noticed anything I did.  He only ever talked to me about what shoes he
should wear with what outfit (he had lots of pairs of shoes).  He was also
not my type, so perhaps that is why I didn't care what he thought.

As for Robert, he was pretty adept at sliding his little hand down the
front of my pants and getting it in under my briefs and jock to take hold
of my cock.  I am sure he would have preferred my wearing looser clothes;
he accepted I had rules and while he didn't understand why I put up with
them he never raised any complaint.  That was until midweek

Midway through the week, Robert took me aside, not to grope, but to talk.
It seemed Brian had told him he wasn't welcome at his place this coming
Saturday or any Saturday thereafter.

The next day Brian was in English class and had intentionally sat between
people so I couldn't pass notes with him.  I waited until after class and,
not caring who saw or what they thought, I asked Brian to hang behind so I
could talk to him.

When our classmates were out of earshot Brian began with "how dare you".

Before he could continue I said, my emotions having gotten hold of me,
"what do you mean Robert can't come over."

"Your little thing bores me," Brian responded.  "Get one of Robert's
classmates to come over who is new and you can fool around with him, but as
for you and Robert: been there and done that."

"And what about Robert," I asked.

"I don't care if you guys make out and fool around, but respect my rule
'your ass is mine'," he said, then added, "but you can't touch him at all
until you bring someone new over."

At that point Brain walked off and I just stood there trying to get a grasp
of the situation.

I needed Brian to fuck me and I needed him to do that each week.  I also
wanted to keep having fun with Robert.  But, even though I was friends with
all of Robert's classmates, more so the boarders, how would I get someone
to have sex with me in front of Brian by the weekend.

All of my sexual experiences were due to circumstance, including Robert and
Brian.  It was an all-boys school and you couldn't just hit on a boy,
especially a boy in a younger grade.

So for the next day and a half I dealt with my two problems.  First, I
stopped Robert from touching my cock when we were alone, which I did simply
by explaining what had happened (combined with a massive amount of
self-restraint which he didn't make easy as he continued to hang out in his
briefs basically from prep until bedtime when I was in his room).  Second,
I started watching everyone in his class like a hawk and flirting with
those boys I was closest friends with.  Perhaps a friend would do me a
favour even if he wasn't totally into it.

I had a big pit in my stomach everyday as I knew the chances of finding
someone to have sex with me in Robert's grade was a longshot.  Doing it in
front of Brian was going to be a nearly impossible sale.

It was Robert who came up with a solution.  When we were alone one evening
in his room, him in his baby blue briefs, he said "didn't you used to be
friends with Chris?"  It took me a second to realize which Chris he was
talking about.

Chris had been my next door neighbour as a kid when my parents lived in the
south end of Ottawa.  It was more Chris's mother was friends with my
mother.

"I used to be," I said.  "I haven't spoken to him in years."

"Well he said something weird in the locker-room the other day," said
Robert.  "He said why wouldn't anyone want to be bi, you get to have sex
twice as much."

"Was he being serious," I asked.

"I don't know," said Robert.  "He says weird things all the time and it's
not like I am friends with him."

I had lost touch with Chris, but back in the day (before we had reached
puberty) I had played strip poker with him and we had fooled around
together a couple times (as we couldn't cum it involved basically exploring
each other's cock and balls).

Chris was a dayboy (lived at home with his parents) so I had to sneak off
school grounds on Friday night and show up at his house.  Fortunately his
parents had long since moved out of our south end neighbourhood and their
new, much more expensive, home was walking distance from the school (well,
a long walk anyway).  When I showed up at his door his mom seemed happy to
see me and quickly invited me in.

I spent the evening socializing and catching up with his parents, while
Chris looked very bored.  Eventually they excused themselves and retreated
upstairs, leaving Chris and I alone.

"What do you want," asked Chris, who I hadn't talked to since we were
neighbours years ago and never even acknowledged at school even though I
hung around with so many of his classmates.

"Remember what we used to do," I started.

"We were kids," he snapped back, though he intentionally kept his voice low
so it wouldn't get heard by his parents upstairs.  "And you were older than
me so you should have known better."

Well at least he knew what I was referring to.  I had thought just raising
the topic would be the first challenge as other boys I fooled around with
when I was young denied it had ever happened later on (then again, I had
never tried raising it seriously in an effort to start something new
before).

Figuring I had nothing to lose and knowing he didn't want his parents to
overhear, I moved over to him on the couch in his living room and began
grabbing his crotch.  He fought me, pushing my hand away and soon was
struggling hard to get me away from him.  Knowing it was too late to stop I
keep fighting him and before long I had his pants open and his cock was
hardening in my hand.  Once he was hard, he stopped fighting.

"OK," he said, "I give, but we can't do anything here, my parents are
upstairs."

"Tomorrow at 2pm at Brian's place," I said, and I went to the table to get
a pen and paper and write down the address as Chris did up his pants.

Chris let me out the back glass sliding door and didn't seem too happy
about the idea or about what had just happened.  I only hoped he would
show-up.

The next day I used the enema as expected and made my way to Brian's place.
When 2pm rolled around there was no sign of Chris.  I sat on the doorstep
and waited.  It was 20 minutes after the hour before Chris came around the
corner.  Chris, with his straight dirty blond hair, was wearing a t-shirt
and blue jeans and, while when he and I had fooled around as kids he hadn't
been the trimmest figure, he was clearly working on building his body.  For
a 14 year old he was developing a nice broad chest and firm waist.

I felt so relieved.  I wasn't sure if Brian would be thrilled I delivered a
14 year old boy to him or pissed that he had been kept waiting.

When Chris reached the door he simply nodded, and I let us into the house
and went up the stairs with Chris in tow.

Brian was sitting on the couch, in a pair of sweats and no shirt.

Chris turned to me and said "you didn't say there would be someone else
involved."

"He just wants to watch," I responded.

"Wrong," said Brian.  Turning to Chris he said, "I own your friend Bruce
and if you are going to fool around with him I will be involved."

I probably turned multiple shades of red.  While I hadn't been in touch
with Chris for years, I knew his family and they knew my parents.  Having
someone tell a family friend they own you is hardly something you can
prepare yourself for - besides, what exactly did Brian have in mind and how
would Chris, who I hadn't fooled around with for years, respond.

Chris settled things quickly by saying "I don't know what you guys have in
mind, but I am only willing to do oral, giving and receiving."

Chris had definitely grown up - and when I looked at Brian he seemed
satisfied with that offer.  After all, Robert hadn't let him touch his body
and now he was going to be able to touch and even suck a 14 year old grade
9er.

We all began to strip our clothes and while soon I was down to a cum soaked
jock, Chris made no signs of caring.  In fact, it wasn't long before he and
Brian were on the floor and 69ing while I sat on the couch in my jock and
watched.

I don't know if Chris had been with a guy since he and I had fooled around
as kids, but he seemed more than able and willing to take Brian's cock into
his mouth.  Brian for his part, while he had never done anything to get me
off, seemed just as willing to suck Chris's cock and seemed rather good at
it.

A couple of times Brian tried to finger Chris's ass, but got his hand
slapped away when he did.

I watched the two of them go at it and found nothing sexual in it.  Brian
had used me to deliver a boy who he was into rather than me.  While Chris
was way hotter now than when we had fooled around as kids, I found myself
resenting the attention he was getting from Brian.  Under other
circumstances I might have appreciated his firm body and hard cock.  In
these circumstances I just found him revolting.

I sat there and watched them until Chris came in Brian's mouth.  At which
point he announced he was "outta here."

While Brian tried to protest about not having cum, Chris was dressed and
down the stairs before it could have any affect.

Brian came over to the couch, his big cock still rock hard, and sat next to
me and pulled me over his lap.  He then proceeded to spank me hard, all the
while reprimanding me for being a half-hour late and for delivering a boy
who didn't get him off.  While his slaps on my ass stung, and made it seem
he meant every word, his hard cock pressing into my stomach told me he had
enjoyed fooling around with Chris.

After my ass was very red and very sore, he pushed me off him and dragged
me to the arm of the couch and bent me over it.  It seemed this was to be
my new position for fucking.

Spit on my ass, spit on his cock, cockhead against hole and then it began
like last time with Brian fucking my ass as hard and as fast as he could,
trying to finish what he had begun with the grade 9 boy I had just
delivered to him.

As Chris has done some of the work, and I suspect he was thinking about
Chris as he fucked my ass, it wasn't long before he was thrusting more than
ramming as his cock began to unload in my ass.  Knowing he was cumming
inside me was what I needed and my own cock unloaded in unison with
Brian's.

With no one to watch, Brian didn't pull out, but kept fucking me until
every drop of seed had been deposited in my ass.  He even collapsed on my
back, I guess having exerted himself or perhaps having been truly
satisfied, having both sucked a young boy and having just fucked my ass
hard and cum.

Once he pulled out and began to put on his clothes, I quickly pulled on the
rest of my clothes and high tailed it back to school.

Waiting for me in front of the school was Robert.

He didn't ask what had happened or who I had found for Brian, though I
suspect he guessed it was Chris, he simply asked "is our ban lifted?"  I
nodded yes and we both smiled.

I followed him into the school and he led me to the chapel, where no one
would be on a Saturday, and as soon as we were inside he pushed his hand
into my pants.  Feeling my wet cum in my jock, he took his fingers out and
licked them and then did it again a few times.

Watching him eat my fresh cum I couldn't stop myself, and I quickly pushed
Robert down in a pew and had his pants undone.  There in the back of the
chapel I put his cock in my mouth and I proceeded to blow him.  This was
probably against Brian's rules.  But he had said he didn't care what I did
with Robert as long as he didn't fuck my ass.

The school chapel wasn't the most appropriate place to have sex in (if
there was a god he was watching and if there was a responsible teacher or
prefect who did proper rounds we would probably get caught) but I couldn't
stop myself.  I was sucking Robert like it was the more important thing in
the world.

Like the last time, when he got close to cumming he took hold of my head
and I let him take over.  Moving his hips be fucked my face until he came
in my mouth.

I don't know if for him it was the risk we were taking, the build up from
waiting and wondering what I was doing or just having tasted my cum, but
when Robert came it was the biggest load I had ever swallowed.  And I don't
know if for me it was having just been passed over by Brian, having just
been spanked and fucked or it was having Robert eagerly waiting for me and
wanting me, but I came in my pants just sucking him.

I did know that I would not stop things with Robert, whatever happened with
Brian.  On the other hand, I still knew deep inside me that I could not
part with Brian's cock.  Robert and I had to be a secret because if I was
given an ultimatum I had no idea which I would choose.

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