Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 16:50:04 -0800 (PST)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys, Buds and Bullies pt. 14

  Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this nature where you live, Please stop now! This story contains
descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...and is for adult eyes
only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
another. This story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also
made up, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities. In
addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage boys,
if this bothers you, then please do not read any further! I would love to hear
from you, so negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please
write: unkle_c@yahoo.com Thank you,
  Chaz


  Re-capping where we left off on Chapter13:
  Kyle couldn't believe his ears, for as long as he's been beating up other
dudes... he never even gave it a thought about making them do stuff... stuff like
this and more. "Open your mouth, faggot... and suck the toes of my socks"
  After what had to have been ten minutes on each foot, and my mouth filled
with one foot after the other, I was now gagging as Kyle forced more of his
toes in and out of my mouth, thrusting them as though he was fucking my mouth.
"Ooooooh shit, man... look at him... he's blowing my fucking feet...how they
taste, faggot? You like that sweaty dirty foot in your mouth, BITCH? I bet
you'd prefer that it was my dick...huh? Well, unfortunately for you... I'm
still not sure I wanna stick my cock into another dudes mouth yet, but you suck
my fucking feet while I think it over, eh?"



  "Boys, Buds and Bullies" Pt.14

  The taste of Hammer-boys slightly sweat-moist socks, really wasn't as nasty
as it sounds, meaning that within the past month or so, I had tasted much
worse.
  Besides, Kyle was a clean-cut dude, so I'm sure the socks started out as
clean socks that very morning.
  Still, it was now nine pm... and he'd been wearing them all that day, so of
course there WAS a slight hint of moistness when they were pressed against my
nose and face, and a hint of salt as I sucked the white cotton toes into my
mouth.
  Not to mention the unmistakable scent however weak it may have been, making
it's way up my nostrils.
  Yet, I would have expected worse from a seventeen year old jock-boy punk
whose only means of transportation for the past six years has been his
skateboard.
  Still it's all about the humiliation factor, isn't it? Being made to do
something like this in the presence of someone else, in this case my cousin,
was very embarrassing to say the least, even if my cousin himself had plans for
me that were far more humiliating.

  However, the fact remained that forcing another dude his age to do something
so degrading was new to Hammer-boy, and he obviously wanted to milk this new
adventure to it's fullest, so making me lick and suck his dirty socks while
still wearing them went on for nearly 30 minutes, while I explored both feet
entirely with my mouth and tongue.
  Even when I thought he had grown tired of this new experiment of his, I was
far from wrong, he may have stopped using me as a washing machine for his
socks, but he wasn't through using me to worship his feet, he simply turned
his new washing machine into a foot rest, mashing the soles of his feet into my
face and leaving them there.


  While obediently licking and sucking the sock covered toes of my cousins 17
year old bud, as I laid there on my back, on my own bedroom floor, I gave some
thought to Hammer-boys last words `unfortunately for you... I'm still not sure
I wanna stick my cock into another dudes mouth, but you suck my fucking feet
while I think it over, eh?'
  That task only lasted another fifteen minutes or so before Anthony straddled
my stomach, and told his bud to watch closely. "k, dude, you gotta watch this
up close, queer-boy here is gonna give me one mean blow-job, maybe a couple
before the night is over, aintcha.... Faggot?"
  My cousin using his well muscled bubble butt, and much of his weight began
bouncing up and down on my belly, raising him self high, then coming down hard
several times while robbing me of my breath with each heavy bounce, creating a
loud `SPLAT' sound as his bubble butt connected with the flesh of my gut,
causing both he and Kyle to laugh hysterically as each bounce knocked the air
from my lungs.
  The bouncing of his weight on my gut may not have hurt nearly as much if not
for the beating my gut took from Hammer-boy, less than an hour before.
  My cousin did his very best trying to convince his wicked straight bud how
much fun it can be having a faggot like me as a human toy. "Telling ya dude,
it's so fuckin rad having a fag your own age to serve you, or to pound on, you
can be as rough and mean as you want with him, for real. I mean... what's he
gonna do, ya know? The ONLY thing he can do.... is OBEY every fuckin demand you
give em, and if he doesn't? .... Well, that's even more cool, cause then you
get to be even meaner and rougher, telling ya dude, it's an awesome way to
relieve all that tension, and stress that's been building up inside ya. Now
like I said... watch closely while this faggot toy of ours shows how well he can
pleasure you like no toy you've EVER had."
  Hammer-boy pulled his foot away from my mouth as Anthony slid his silk boxer
covered butt up to my neck, and while pinning my neck to the floor with his
ball-sac, he used both hands cupped behind my head to lift and mash my face
into the crotch of his silky boxers, grinding my face into and all around the
outline of his cock. "Smell that sweet odor, faggot, yeeeaaah breathe it in
real good, you fuckin love this... huh? Told ya, over the next few weeks while
me and my bud here work you over, you'll be experiencing both good and bad
times, this is some of the good times you'll be having, so enjoy it... fucking
fag!"

  With my nose and mouth both tightly mashed into the silk outline of
Anthony's balls and hard-on, breathing became strained to say the least.
  I fought to break free from the abuse, but with my cousins hands locked so
powerfully behind my head holding it in place, and his strong thighs placed on
each side of my head, there was no way of escaping.
  It became instantly clear that it had been a long day for my cousin, as the
male odor stemming from his crotch made it's way up my nose.
  As the sounds of me whining for relief and struggling for air became louder
from being literally smothered by another dudes basket, they soon became
nothing more than a light muffling sound against the heavy laughter of my
cousin and his bud.


  Hammer-boy appeared to be liking what his eyes were taking in, the sight of
his bud mashing and grinding another dudes face into the crotch of his silk
boxers, wasn't actually something a total straight boy as himself gets to
witness every day, if ever.
  So far, his bud Anthony was right, he was enjoying the scene. " Fuck, man...
I can't believe what I'm seeing, this is like fucking three times more rad
than anything I've ever seen, you're like fucking smothering him with your
fucking smelly crotch, dude." Little did Kyle know, that the best part of the
show was yet to cum.
  As I have already said, my cousin... didn't (by far) have the biggest dick of
his age group, he was rather smaller than most of us seventeen year olds.
  A fact that most dudes our age would constantly tease him about, especially
through the high school years, and I'm sure my cousin gets more than enough
teasing in the locker rooms.
  Besides, like I said before, I really don't know if you'd call Anthony
really small, I mean at a little over 5 inches, he is definitely smaller than
me... and way smaller than Robby, and a whole lot smaller than Donnie's nine
inches, with Hammer-boy remaining the question of the day .... so far... anyways.


  Anthony didn't force me to inhale the manly odor stemming from his crotch
for more than fifteen to twenty minutes or so, before he stood up and shucked
his sexy baby blue silk boxers.
  Now back to straddling my upper chest, with his naked nut-sac resting on my
lips, and his full blown shaft hovering over my face, he chatted with his bud
as though this was a very natural position to be in.
  "You watchin, dude? I'm gonna teach you how to fuck face, when to let em
breathe and when not to, how to pump your dick into their mouth, how to grip
the back of their head and fuck their mouth like it's a worn out pussy, but
the best part, I'll save for the end, as a sweet surprise, which I know
you'll love.
  I had never heard of Hammer-boy making any of his victims do stuff to him, so
I had no reason to doubt my cousins word when he said his bud had never
experienced head from a fag. Which led me to wonder, would I be the first?
  Still, I had strong doubts that it would ever happen.
  I mean Hammer-boy is 110% straight, it just did not seem likely that he would
allow another dude to touch his jock-boy dick, the very most private element of
a young homophobic teenage jock.
  As it turned out, even after watching my cousin fuck my mouth raw, three
times and witnessing the sight of his best bud dumping three nice size loads
into my mouth, it still wasn't enough to convince Kyle to let another male
blow him. So Kyle passed for the time being on the opportunity of having his
sperm sucked out of his balls by another dude.
  He preferred sticking the pouch of his tight boxer briefs into my mouth
before we all fell asleep, insisting that was as close as I would get to
sucking his dick.
  But I'm getting way ahead of myself here. So now where were we? Oooohhh
yaa...After a few moments of waving his dick over my face and smearing his
pre-cum over my forehead and cheeks, my cousin slid back on my chest a little,
lifted my head and ordered me to kiss, then open wide. "k, queer boy give that
sexy cock-head of mine a wet kiss, then open wide, time to make Master Anthony
smile."


  After taking Donnie's mean 9 inches all the way, I was now able to take a
smaller cock to the root without choking, just a little gagging here and there.
Which had to have caused some major damage to my cousins ego... I'm sure.
  After kissing Anthony's cock directly on the head, with my lips planted
right smack on his piss-slit, a few well distinguished sounds were echoed
around the room, the smacking of my lips being one of them, then the loud moan
escaping my cousin, and finally, the words "oooooooh shit... no fucking way"
coming from Hammer-boy.

  Holding my head in place, while guiding his dick into my opened mouth, then
ordering me to suck his knob, I was beginning to feel as though my cousin was
probably more bent on impressing his bud than pleasing himself. "Yeeeaah
that's it, tongue my cock head, queer-boy, stick the tip of that fag tongue
right inside my piss-slit, let's show my bud, what a nice little bitch you've
become.

  Although some parts of my cousins body may not be up to par with other dudes
his age, his well muscled, and chiseled physique more than made up for his
inadequacies elsewhere.
  So attempting to escape, or disobey him wasn't even an option for me to
consider, and I guess I need to be honest here, I was sort of interested in
knowing what his cum tasted like, the same cum he had forced Robbie to eat.
  Therefore needless to say I obeyed Anthony's demand and stuck the tip of my
tongue directly into the faucet from which his piss and sperm exited from.
  After wiggling my tongue tip around inside a little, which by the way had my
cousin moaning like a sick cow, Anthony tightened his grip on my hair, pulled
back slightly, then gave his pelvis one powerful thrust, sending my nose and
upper lip into his thick curly bush, holding my head there tightly for what
seemed like hours, but in all actuality was more like three or four minutes
tops, with me just barely breathing.


  Hammer-boy was beside himself, asking a ton of questions fired one right
after the other without waiting for the answer, like a young extremely curious
and over excited child.
  "Did he really stick his tongue into your piss-slit dude, I mean really?
What does that feel like? Are you like smothering him now, I mean like can he
breathe at all? Probably not, huh? Cause his nose is like buried deep inside
your pubes. How's your dick feeling right now, is it like all warm and stuff,
you know... like when it's inside a pussy? Is he sucking your dick right now?
FUCK IT MAN, ANSWER ME! I've never seen a blow-job up close like this before,
unless you wanna count what I've seen on porn vids."
  My cousin let out a long loud sigh, as though he was now becoming very
impatient with his bud, then answered his buds last question. "Nah, he's not
really sucking at the moment, but, this is way better than him sucking, his
tongue is like licking the underside of my dick, kinda like massaging it and
.... Oooohhh man... it feels so fucking awesome, dude, I mean knowing he's got
my whole dick inside his warm mouth. And the thing is, his mouth feels way
better than a cunt.... Yeeeaaah.... so fucking much warmer and .... aaaahhhh
shit... way more moist too, you'll just have to see for your self, man"
  Kyle just couldn't leave it alone, he had to ask one more VERY important
question. "This scene is like waaaaay fucking hot to watch, but how come since
he has your whole dick inside his mouth... he's not gagging or choking, or
something.... I mean not even a little, ya know?" Well, Kyle may as well of
just slapped my cousin in the face with anything larger than a five inch dick,
if you get my drift, and Anthony's angry respnse was proof to that. "what the
fuck, dude, what's with a million and one questions, trust me, he's gonna
fuckin choke and gag all right, you'll see."


  Hearing them exchange those last words, would have had me laughing my as
off... if I were able to.
  Thanks to Hammer-boy's inquisitive mind, my cousin began to punish my mouth
mercilessly, withdrawing his cock till just the head was remaining in my mouth,
then with what appeared to be every muscle in his seventeen year old body,
Anthony power slammed his cock all the way home. He repeated these moves over
and over, thrusting his manhood inside my mouth as hard and as viciously as he
possibly could, allowing his bud to hear the sounds that were missing up till
now. Tons of gagging and choking sounds, causing Kyle to gasp several times at
the sight of his first face fucking scene. "Holy fuck, dude, look at you go.
Yeeeaah he's fucking gagging now, eh? Damn it dude, you're fucking his mouth
even harder than I fucked Beth Hemingway's cunt last fall, remember that
night?"
  Kyle's last remarks had to ease the anger within my cousin a little, but not
enough for him to slow his mighty thrusts even slightly.
  Several minutes later Anthony slammed one final time, then tightened his grip
on my head even more so. "EAT IT, you fucking bitch, swallow my thick creamy
cum, you fucking faggot."
  Say what you want about the size of my cousins dick, but the size of the load
it spat out, was another story altogether.
  Poor Kyle was having a hard time handling all this excitement.
  As I tried concentrating on not choking from the combination of my cousins
cock, and the heavy volleys of his sperm shooting into and down my throat, I
couldn't help but hear Hammer-boy's over excited voice as he screamed out his
amazement and shock.
  "Ooooohh no you're not, no fucking way, dude. Tell me you're no seriously
making him swallow your load? Aaahhh man, this is too fucking much. Ooooooh
fuck .... man... you so failed to tell me this fag fucking SWALLOWS.
Oooooooohhhhh fuckin eeehhh! I`ve never seen anyone eat cum before, not even
in my bro`s HOTTEST porn vids....aaahhhh man, this is so fuckin way better than
any fuckin porn video... waaaay better"
  Anthony pulled his cock nearly all the way out, then apparently decided to
show off a little. "K, bitch let's say we give my bud a little show, I'm
gonna pull all the way out, but you keep your queer mouth all the way open, got
it?"
  Only as my cousin began withdrawing his cock from my mouth did I finally get
to taste his cum.
  He was dead on when he said it was thick and creamy, and I was totally
surprised that the taste was nearly as good as Robbie's.
  I held my mouth opened as wide as I possibly could, and Anthony gave his bud
the best show on earth.
  As Anthony stood over my kneeling body, like a powerful gladiator, he held
his cock-head close to my mouth and told Kyle to watch closely as the last
volleys of my cousins hot cum fired directly into my mouth. "Now queer-boy...
let's show Kyle my cum laying on top of your tongue... then you can swallow it
all, and clean my cock good."


  Hammer-boy, for the first time probably in his young life, was left
speechless, he knelt there beside me, his eyes bugging out, and his mouth a
gape, as he witnessed his buds cum resting on top of my tongue, and watched
closely as I swallowed not once but twice, before sticking out my tongue to
lick the knob of my cousins cock, I then took his dick-head once again inside
my mouth and licked the entire knob and the ridge beneath it... so totally
clean.
  When Anthony finally pulled his cock from my mouth after the thorough
cleaning, he ordered me once again to open wide, and as I did, he spat twice,
each wad hitting it's target head on, landing directly on top of my tongue.
"EAT IT, faggot"
  Kyle, by now was ready to nut, he actually ran off to the bathroom, and
didn't come back out for nearly ten minutes.
  This surprised my cousin, he truly believed that after witnessing a true
bitch in action, his bud would be more than anxious to receive his first
blow-job from a fag.
  Glaring into the eyes of his bud, he angrily asked. "What did you just do,
man? Please don't tell me you just wacked off, knowing that this cunt right
here was more than ready to blow you. I seriously don't believe you, dude. Why
can't you at least give it a try, I mean you'll never know if you like it or
not till you try it, RIGHT?"
  Hammer-boy sat on my computer chair, now wearing only his boxer briefs, tight
boxer briefs I might add, white, with a black waist band and a basket nearly as
big as Donnie's.
  His body was wicked hot, thick pecs, awesome guns, nice six-pack abs, and
well muscled thighs that just begged to be felt, his legs are thick and like
rock hard without even flexing their muscles.
  The word compact again came to mind, maybe a tad short for his age, I guessed
him to be 5'8'', but I tell ya what, anybody that would dare to
underestimate his power, would be totally insane, and in for quite a shock, to
say the least.
  Glaring now at his bud Anthony, Kyle felt it necessary to explain to his bud
ONCE again his feelings about sex with another dude. "Don't push me, dude,
and that's the last time I'm gonna tell ya. I admit that watching this faggot
blow you was wicked hot, but I'm just not into that shit, I don't feel
comfortable sticking my dick into another dudes mouth, it just ain't right,
two dudes getting it on, I don't want people calling me gay cause I let some
fag suck my cock."
  However, my cousin just wasn't about to give up on his bud, not just yet
anyway.
  "You gotta listen to me Kyle, they won't be calling you queer, just from
getting a blow-job from some faggot, hell no, they'll be calling the fag queer
for sure, but not the dude that's getting his nut. That dude is just getting
some relief, I mean he's not the one sucking dick, right? So no one is going
to refer to him as a fag, trust me on this. Besides, you shouldn't shrug off
an opportunity to get a decent blow-job, by thinking you'll be labeled a
queer. Lifes too short, and it isn't like an awesome blow-job is waiting for
you around every corner. Seriously dude, it just doest work that way, I mean
fuck, man, half the fucking hot jocks at any High School, are getting fucking
blow-jobs whenever they can from faggots at their own school, I mean if
they're lucky enough to have a fag at school, shit, what am I saying? ... what
school DOESN'T have it's share of fags, huh?"
  Kyle sat there and listened to his bud's message, then he just shook his
head slowly. "Nah, I still don't feel comfortable, so let's drop it, K?"
  I gave the dude credit, he wasn't a follower, he was a born leader for sure.
  I mean hell, I would have bought that line, if I were straight and horny, and
witnessing what Kyle had just witnessed.
  Anthony rested maybe thirty minutes, as the three of us watched MTV.
  After nearly thirty minutes he let me know that he was ready to nut again.
"Get the fuck over here on your knees, faggot, no one can say I don't give
you your share of pleasure. Gotta make up for the beatings you'll be getting
from me and Kyle over the next several weeks, ya know?"
  I gave my cousin two more blow-jobs, and Hammer-boy took in the show right up
close each time... and at least once ran off to the bathroom for maybe ten
minutes.
  In between each blow-job, he and Kyle took turns using my gut as a punching
bag.
  The tent in Hammer-boy's tight briefs never went down in between him
pounding on me and the last two blow-jobs I gave Anthony.
  A sight nether me nor my cousin could help but notice.


  After the third blow-job and the final gut pounding I took from Hammer-boy,
my two masters agreed it was bed time, and I never felt so relieved in my life.
  My gut was so sore I could hardly bend over to remove my socks, and my mouth
and throat felt as though a wrecking ball was at work inside.
  I had a tummy full of cum, and there was still a hint of Anthony's hand
print on my face. I was sure it would be completely gone by morning, so no
chance of my mom seeing it, unfortunately for me.
  I started to unfold the top sheet on my bed, when Anthony grabbed my shoulder
from behind. "what the fuck you doing, queer-boy? You seriously don't think
you're sleeping in the same bed as me and Kyle... No fucking way, faggot, you
make yourself comfortable down there on the floor. You're really fucking
funny, you know that?"
  Anthony turned to his bud. "See, I told ya this bitch has a sense of humor,
didn't I?"
  I made my self a soft bed by using three thick comforters, and the sleeping
bag on top.
  It was a warm night and because my gut hurt so frigging bad, I decided to
throw the sleeping bag aside, and sleep on top of the comforters in just my
boxer briefs.
  Within seconds after the lights went out, they were back on again. Kyle
needed to take a piss, and started to head for the bathroom.
  He was still sporting a massive tent, and again I wasn't the only one that
sat up and watched as he strutted his hot body toward the bathroom door.
  He then turned and caught our eyes fixed on his lower body.
  Even though both Anthony and I were caught by Hammer-boy while checking out
his package, it was only me that Kyle gave a smirk to. "Sorry to disappoint
you FAGGOT... for not allowing you to give me a Blow-job. You fuckin homo's
disgust me. But I'll tell ya what, you can suck on the inside crotch of my
fucking underwear all night long, how's that? Yeeeaaah you fucking faggot, you
can eat my fucking under-wear all you want, but that's as close as you'll get
to tasting my dick" Kyle then wrapped a fist around the nice size tent he was
showing off. "Telling ya dude, for your own good, when I wake in the morning
I'd better see your mouth filled with this filthy pouch, or else"
  Kyle waited till he finished his piss which again seemed to take longer than
usual, then returned to where I was laying, before removing his boxer briefs.
  Leaning down over my head, he turned his worn boxer briefs inside out, then
ordered me to place the inside of the crotch area within my mouth, and keep it
there till morning.
  It was then that I realized that when he went to take his piss, he actually
jacked off, and he did so inside his boxer briefs.
  The inside crotch was coated with lot's of fresh cum, and as I looked up at
him, he gave me another smirk. "Remember faggot, I want you to suck on that
pouch all night long, enjoy!"


  It took me awhile to finally fall asleep, the taste of yet another dudes
sperm, told me that cum in general tasted pretty much like cum, regardless
who's cock it came from. But still, it was wicked hard to decide who's sperm
tasted better, one thing however was for sure, Kyle's cum was delicious.
  Plus the very thought of me laying there sucking on the cloth that clung to
his cock and balls all day long, had me nearly nutting without even touching
myself.
  The other thing that kept me awake was the thought and fear of the
possibility of receiving another beating in the morning from Kyle's powerful
fists, I mean I truly did not think my gut could survive through another
beating.
  Plus I had orders from Donnie to be at Robbie's early in the morning to
video Robbie's breakfast, and that was also on my mind.
  Then if all this was not enough to worry about, I still had a frigging test
at school, a test that I hardly even studied for, and have absolutely zero time
before class to study.
  Of course I finally did doze off, still sucking the pouch of Kyle's boxer
briefs, like a baby sucks on their pacifier.


  I'm really not sure of the time, but during the middle of the night, I awoke
to something heavy on my chest.
  There was very little light from outside, but enough so that I could make out
the features of Kyle's face.
  I had very little movement of my hands with his thighs pinning my arms down,
but I was able to place my palms and fingers on the outer side of his thighs,
and felt the hardness of them, not a chance in hell of throwing him off me.

  Kyle pulled the pouch of his underwear out of my mouth.
  He then quickly placed the palms of his hands over my mouth, and leaned down
to whisper in my ear. "Don't make a sound, faggot, not one fucking sound."
  I tried nodding my head, but with his hands over my mouth, I couldn't even
budge my head.
  Hammer-boy then continued whispering. "I've decided to let you blow me,
but, you are never to tell one sole about it, you understand, not one person,
ever. Blink your eyes once if you agree."
  I did as he wanted, and blinked my eyes once.
  "Good, faggot, but I still have to warn you, that if word ever gets out, I
will find you and beat you so bad, you won't be able to walk for months, you
hearing me?"
  I blinked my eyes once, and Kyle removed his hands from covering my mouth,
but continued leaning over me while whispering. "I bet you loved that little
snack I prepared for you, didn't you?"
  I blinked once.
  He looked sorta puzzled, then smirked. "no one has ever tasted my cum
before, someday you're gonna have to tell me just much you loved it. But now
you're gonna get it straight from the manufacturer, you gotta be the luckiest
faggot in the world, you know that?"
  I blinked once.
  With all that was going on, and with everything I was feeling at the moment,
I didn't even notice for the first few seconds, that the head of his dick was
now resting on my lips, and damn... what a nice cock-head.
  He went silent for a moment or two while staring down into my eyes. I myself
didn't dare speak after being told to keep perfectly quiet, so the only sound
was my cousins snoring, which was a good thing, as long as we heard that sound
we need not worry about Kyle's secret blow-job being found out.
  Another thing that caught my attention after realizing that Hammer-boys
cock-head was resting on my lips, was the weight of it.
  I just found it to be so strange that after having now four different cocks
touching my lips, that HIS hard knob felt so heavy as it laid there, like I
said, it had to be at LEAST as big as Donnie's, but it felt heavier for some
reason.
  Suddenly, Kyle leaned back down, and again whispered in my ear. "I want you
to do exactly what you did to your cousin, I wanna feel it all, everything you
did to him... ESPECIALLY sticking the tip of your tongue inside my dick-head...
and you'd better make it good. But first, I want ya to kiss my balls all over,
and lick em... till you've cleaned all of today's sweat off em... no body has
ever done that to me before... so show me what I've been missing, you fucking
queer, cunt"

  Kyle, pushed himself backwards a little, and used his right hand to lift his
nut-sac up then planting it on my lips.
  Man, if I thought his cock-head was heavy, his huge balls made it quite the
task just parting my lips and opening my mouth.
  Once I was able to accomplish that, I allowed my tongue to make contact with
the slightly cold flesh of his sack. Allowing the very first whisper of a moan
to escape his vocal cords.
  He was right about having a full days worth of sweat attached to his baby
makers. But all in all... it was a sweet tasting sweat, not at all disgusting.
  To him, I'm sure that making another dude lick his privates clean... was the
dirtiest form of degradation, but to me, for some reason, it seemed an honor to
be the first person ever to be given this task by a tough straight as nails
dude such as Hammer-boy.


  It sure seems like I've come a long way since that week spent on Robbie's
Island, huh?
  The very thought of doing such a degrading task before that, would have
easily turned my stomach. But since then? It's become a daily routine, and now
I just accept it, all thanks to my very BEST friend.
  Is it no wonder that I'm not at his side this very moment helping him to
fight off Donnie?
  To think that it's even his doing that I'm laying here this very minute
worshiping yet another dude's privates.
  If he had listened to me in the first place and kept Anthony out of all this,
and left him alone, my cousin would not be hating my guts these days, and
looking for ways of humiliating me to hell, not to mention beating me till I
pass out.


  I kissed then licked Hammer-boys entire nut-sac, all the while listening to
his barely audible moans of pure pleasure.
  He only spoke to me once during the whole time I was busy working his balls.
"You must like the taste of my sweaty balls... yeeaah... you do, dontcha
queerboy?"
  I opened my eyes and looked up at him, then blinked once.
  It was maybe twenty five minutes later that he pulled my head away, and
whispered to me. "You're doing good queer boy, how'd my balls taste, huh?
You like licking my nut-sac? You enjoy sucking another dudes dirty balls? Just
the thought makes me sick, but whatever. Now let's get my big knob between
your lips so you can clean inside my piss-slit for me, like you did your
cousin.
  I bet my bro can't even get his slutty girlfriend to do that for him. I
guess it takes a true PIG of a faggot to go that low, eh? Now get to it... and
like I said.... You better give it your best."

  Kyle's knob IS huge, I'll give him that, the largest one yet for me,
including Donnie's. I guess that's why it felt so heavy resting on my lips.
And if what they say is true, `the bigger the balls the more cum' then I'm
going to probably be drowned in my own damn bedroom before daylight even hits.

  The other thing is that by now with all that ball licking I did for him, he
had big time cock drool. So once he pushed his knob between my lips, I had to
deal with cleaning it first.
  Having some ones tongue brushing all over his cock-head for the very first
time, had him moaning louder than earlier, that is till he heard for himself
the noise he was making, then either not wanting me to know just how much he
was enjoying this, or not wanting to be caught, his moans came to an end rather
quickly.
  Then I heard him giggle a little, knowing full well I had no option but to
suck his pre-cum down before I could do my thing with his piss-slit. "How's
that taste, homo? You like? Let me feel you swallow it all down like a good
little bitch. Yeeaahh... you love the taste of my cum, even my pre-cum, huh?"
  I blinked my eyes once.
  He gave me another smirk then snickered. "oooooh yeeaaah ... you're one
lucky faggot all right, like they say... right place, right time, eh?"
  I blinked my eyes once, which caused him to once again grin down at the
faggot pinned beneath his tight jock-boy body.

  It wasn't till I stuck the tip of my tongue into the slit of his cock-head
that it became clear to me... just how much pleasure he was truly receiving.
Just as the tip of my tongue made contact... the volume of his moans raised a
notch. "Ooooohhhh fuck...oooohhh shit.....aaaaahhhhh... deeper... get it in
deeper, you fucking faggot... aaaahhhh fuck.... Oooooh maaaan... yeeaah, wiggle it
around in there...feels so fucking rad... ooooohhh yeeeaaah that's it...don't
stop, bitch, don't you even fuckin think of stopping... Not till I say so"
  The only thought going through my mind at that very moment, was... another
monster is born.
  So much for being 110% straight.
  As the tip of my tongue explored the opening of his piss-slit, I think I
picked up the faint distinct taste of piss and cum residue.
  I say THINK because sometimes your mind plays games with you, and because I
was expecting such a reaction, my imagination may have planted the faint taste
in my mind, but who knows, all I know is that a month or so ago, just the
thought of sticking the tip of my tongue into another dudes piss-slit... would
have had me making appointments with a counselor.

  Meanwhile, you would have thought that Kyle had just found the eigth wonder
of the world, the way he was carrying on.
  Even though waking up my cousin now seemed to be the very last thing on his
mind, the loud sound of his pleasurable moans caused me concern.
  I was wondering how to quiet him down some, but just as that thought entered
my mind, he whispered further orders to me. "That was fuckin awesome, now work
that tongue all around my cock-head, fagboy"

  I immediately did as told, and began exploring his huge mushroom shaped
cock-head along with the rim directly beneath it.
  As my tongue swabbed, and brushed completely around the under rim of Kyle's
knob, he instantly began moaning all over again.
  "aaaaahhhh... aaahhh...oooooohh fuck, that's so aaahhhh...shit, shit, shit...
that feels so fuckin awesome... uuummmm... so nice. You're making that ridge
area underneath my cock-head feel so fucking awesome, it's never even been
touched by tongue before... oooohhh yeeaah queer boy... lick all around it... lick
it... LICK IT"

  I continued to work my tongue all over Hammer-boys thick well shaped knob and
beneath the rim for maybe another ten minutes... before he tightened the grip on
the back of my head with both fists full of my curly locks.
  Then using his hips, he gave a forceful thrust, shoving more of his thick
long cock into my mouth.
  Holding my head there tightly for a couple of moments, while using the
opportunity to verbally abuse me. "Fuck, dude, I've never had a blow-job like
this, not even close. Fucking Anthony was right for a change, you queer fags
sure know how to suck dick, that's for sure. Damn fucking glad I changed my
mind... bet you are too, huh, faggot? Now let's see if you can take a real
dick, not some fucking make believe one like your cousin has. You've only got
about half of my power tool in your queer mouth right now, so you better
believe you're gonna be chocking on my cock... you'll be lucky if I don't
fucking choke you to death, but don't worry, I wouldn't do that....mostly
cause I may wanna use your queer mouth on a regular basis now... fucking homo"

  If Kyle was telling me the truth and I only have half of his huge dick in my
mouth, then I have no doubt he'll be chocking me... or at least gagging me
some. But maybe not, maybe I can handle anything now after Donnie, I mean
wouldn't you think so?
  After taking Donnie's nine inches several times, I should be able to control
my gagging reflexes and my throat muscles much better by now... RIGHT?
  Plus as you know by now, Robbie is no slouch in the dick department... and I
am now able to deep throat him with almost no gagging at all.
  On the other hand, from what I saw of hammer-boys dick, he's as big if not a
smidge bigger than Donnie, so I already know it's going to be a struggle not
to choke at least a little.
  One thing was for sure, I wouldn't have to wait very long for the answer.

  I felt Hammer-boy withdrawing, and wondered if maybe he had changed his mind
again.
  However he didn't pull out all the way, and before I could give much thought
to what was happening, I felt the powerful little bully surge forward, full
speed ahead. Thrusting another inch or two of his thick pride and joy into my
mouth, a little beyond my throat entrance.

  I'm sure it was the brute force of the thrust and not the size of his dick
that had me choking and gagging non stop.
  Kyle, however loved the sound his dick was forcing out of me... and was having
a difficult time keeping his voice level to a whisper. "Yeeeaaah, I like that
sound...fucking fag, you only have like three quarters of my dick so far... but
you'll have it all in just a few seconds, I promise you... then you'll have a
real reason to choke."

  I laid there with his thick cock not only spreading my lips to the max, but
now working it's way down my throat inch by struggling inch, as well.

  As I laid there totally and completely helpless, while Hammer-boy's thick
rod squeezed it's way down my throat, I couldn't help but think that if it
weren't for moments like this, being so at the mercy of this skate board jock
boy, being placed in a situation where breathing would soon be a struggle to
say the least, I probably wouldn't mind the controlling factor, the pure
domination of another bully.
  I mean hell, by now, thanks to my best friend Robbie, I was becoming a
frigging pro at cock-sucking, even a cum tasting connoisseur, but in my mind I
was becoming something far worse, I was becoming a slave to the male society,
nothing more than a submissive plaything to be used at the whim of any tough
dude needing pleasure, needing release, needing to simply feel their own power
and control.

  Another power thrust, then the close scent of male hood, along with another
jock-boys pubes, had begun making their way up my nose, soon covering the
passage way of my only means of breathing, which suddenly had me gagging and
choking... uncontrollably.
  I knew in less than two or three minutes I'd be fighting with all my
strength to just simply breathe.
  I also knew that after struggling for all I was worth, I'd still be laying
helplessly beneath this tough skater-boy, and only he will decide when I shall
breathe freely again.
  Now doing my thing, pounding my fists into his legs, knowing damn well that
with his knees pinning down my biceps, my fists were no more of a threat to him
than light taps against his strong skater-boy legs.
  Of course I squirmed, kicked my legs around, and tried in vain to bridge,
anything to maybe throw him off me, just so I could steal a few seconds of much
needed air, all the while knowing... he was on top for as long as he wanted to
be.
  Holding my head in place with two fistfuls of my hair, he moaned like a perv
from the pleasure of it all. "oooohh fuck, man, you... aaahhh aaawww... you've
got....oooohhhh shit, this... this fucking feels sooo... aaawww, man... you've got
my whole fucking dick down your throat.... Aaaahhhh fuck, choke on it ... you
fucking faggot. Yeah go ahead ... fight me to get free. Aaaahh fuck, man....
I've never felt anything even close to this... not in my whole fuckin seventeen
years.
  Now I'm gonna fuck your faggot face, oooohhh yeeeaah, I'm gonna fuck it so
hard, you won't be able to talk for a whole fuckin week... faggot"

  And so he did, I'd even go so far as to say this punk skater-boy fucked my
scull harder than anyone had as of yet... including Donnie.
  Using brute force, he shoved my head backwards, then made himself comfortable
laying on top of my face, he lined his cock up with the entrance to my opened
mouth, and began doing pushups, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth.
  At first he was long stroking inside of my mouth and throat slowly, while
moaning with pleasure. "Yeeaah, faggot, you fucking gag all you want, you're
not sucking some fucking five inch twig now, cocksucker... I may only be
seventeen, but what you've got pinning your queer head down is a man size
cock, don't you agree... fucking queer boy. Aaaahhhh fuck, this feels so
fucking rad... you think I'm going slow to keep you from choking to death...huh?
Naaah, no way....I'm just enjoying the ride for a moment, then I'm gonna fuck
your queer brains right outta the back of your head, maybe literally... if you
know what I mean, you fuckin homo"
  It wasn't more than a few minutes before I felt the rough power thrust as
his thick long cock began to piston my mouth and throat.
  At first Kyle would thrust in and hold it there for a moment or so, enjoying
the feeling of having his huge teen cock buried inside another dudes throat...
to the max.
  I'm sure he also enjoyed the agonizing sound of me gagging and choking.
Along with the feeling of me laying there beneath him, literally fighting for
my life. As he mercilessly tightened his muscles with each inward thrust while
fucking my mouth viciously, all the while enjoying the feeling of the total
control and power... he had over me.
  I even thought that I felt his thick cock grow a bit more, if that was even
possible.

  After the initial invasion, I was allowed to breathe freely intermittently,
but I'm so totally sure it was no kind act on his part. He wanted the awesome
feeling to last, therefore he would pull out and pause briefly, controlling his
powerful urge to cum.
  This too bothered me a little, though I was extremely grateful for the
opportunities to breathe, I knew that by holding back his desperate need to
nut, that when he finally did decide to let loose, he would probably come very
close to drowning me with his wicked heavy load.

  Then after what seemed hours, but in reality was merely minutes, his slow
thrusting, became more violent, letting me know that he wasn't holding back
any longer, he was ready to blast away, and he had no care in the world how
painful or uncomfortable I was.
  I was no longer able to taste much of his wicked hard, thick cock, and only
felt the hard vein under his shaft, as my tongue continued to massage it while
it rapidly made it's way to and from it's new home, deep in my throat.
  His whispering was again a notch or two louder. "Get ready fag, hang on
tight and enjoy the ride! I know I'm going to"
  This was by far the hardest throat fucking I had experienced so far. I even
felt close to passing out several times.
  Kyle's hard extra thick cock, was killing my throat, I couldn't help but
imagine, that his dick was stretching the circumference of my throat, if that
was even possible, it sure as hell felt it, I can say that much without
exaggerating.

  Hammer-boy lived up to his name as he hammered away at my throat, twisting
his dick clockwise a little then back again, as though he was now trying to
drill through my head.
  I wouldn't have put it past the tough little fuck, getting off on hurting
another dude while literally fucking the dudes face as hard and mercilessly as
he could. "Take it you faggot, oooooohhh shit... this is soooo fucking wild...
aaahhhh yeeaah take it... take it... aaaawwww yeeeaah... FUCKING TAKE IT, BITCH"

  I felt the room go dark several more times, but hung in there if not just
barely.
  I felt the tears from his brute force streaming down my face and into his
thick pubes.
  Whatever part of my body I could move... was now flailing all around, and with
him laying on top of me spread eagle, his well muscled thighs on each side of
my abdomen, tightly pinning me from the waist up, the only part of my body I
COULD move were my legs and feet which were flying in all directions.
  I knew there was no way I could escape, but the feeling of being smothered or
choked to death will have your brain doing all that it can to survive.
  Of course deep down inside, I knew that Kyle was no way going to choke or
smother me to death, yet I could do nothing to convince my brain of this.

  I felt his whole body tense up, every muscle in his body flexed wicked hard,
and I knew he was close.
  He even tried telling me so. "aaahhh, I'm... oooohhhh fuuuuccck... I'm...
I'm gonna....oooooohhhh"
  I felt, but of course could not taste the first blast of Kyle's warm teen
juice as it was shot kinda like a cannon ball from his piss-slit... soaring down
my throat.
  Like a comet hitting earth, it surely made a huge splash somewhere within my
belly, and there it would stay, maybe forever, or so says Robbie, now with tons
of his teen juice inside me.
  It was only after three or more volleys soared into the pits of my stomach,
that Kyle lifted himself up off my face, leaving just the huge knob of his rock
hard dick in the opening of my mouth, and now holding himself in a push-up
position, He continued blasting away, and there was plenty left to fill my
mouth maybe twice.

  I now had more than enough of his warm cum filling the cavity of my mouth,
and as I tried swallowing all of it, I found that I couldn't, as shot after
short burst into my mouth and down my throat, causing me to choke on the
overwhelming amount of Kyle's warm sweet tasting seed.
  Did I love the taste of his cum? Ya, I'd be lying if I said I didn't, it
was wicked thick though, but still, the taste was nothing short of awesome.
  He began slowly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth after the last
hurling blast of cum bombarded my tonsils, speaking of which, I most definitely
will be having them out after tomorrow... you can trust me on that.
  Kyle continued milking his cock in my throat, with short fast jabs, just
before falling hard on top of my face, and remaining there.
  I once again began choking and gagging, but for a minute or so, he wouldn't
budge, not a care in the world about my discomfort.

  When Hammer-Boy finally did pull up and out of my mouth his breathing was
almost back to normal, not that HE'LL ever be REALLY normal again.
  He rolled over onto his side next to me.
  "Damn... you fucking know how to suck cock, bitch. I mean I have to tell ya,
I've never ever experienced anything, I mean ANYTHING... as awesome as that.
You sure are a fucking queer, no doubts about that.. huh? Now answer me a
question, and answer it truthfully, cause if I ever hear that you lied about
this, I seriously will find you and do a number on you, got it?"
  I nodded my head, and unconsciously blinked my eyes once.
  "Dude? You're really fucked up, you know that? I mean why do ya keep
winking at me, for fucksake?"
  I still wasn't sure if I was allowed to talk, but managed to whisper.
"dude, trust me, I'm not winking, I'm blinking like you told me to do"
  Hammer-Boy just looked at me as though he had no idea what the fuck I was
talking about. "whatever, fag! Just answer my question, rumor has it at
school, that your cousin here is a fag too, I've been hanging with him off and
on lately, and after watching him here tonight I'm now thinking that the rumor
is true... is it? ... remember tell me the truth or else."

  I kinda like froze for a moment or so, I mean what am I supposed to say?
  If I lie, and then the truth comes out, I'll have Hammer-Boy hunting me
down, and no way... do I want to be on the receiving end of his powerful fists,
his hammer-boy dick was bad enough.
  On the other hand, if I tell the truth, then I'd surely have to answer to my
cousin, and I had no doubt HE'D find me, plus I'm sure that that punishment
wouldn't even start till the current punishment is finished. So what the fuck?
  Another thought passed through my mind, if I fill Hammer-Boy in on the fact
that Anthony IS gay, then maybe my cousin would be kept way too busy to bother
with me, ya know?

  The mean scowl on Kyle's face as he glared at me while waiting for me to
answer his question, was the deciding point for me. "You promise not to tell
him that it came from me?"
  "Tell ya what... I'll promise ya that you can SUCK my dick again... how's
that? Now answer my question you fuckin fag"
  "Ok, ok, no need to get all bunched up. It's a long story, but my best
friend next door, sorta outed Anthony a couple of weeks ago" "stop fucking
playing games with me here, cumbreath, what does sorta mean... never mind, you
know what? Just answer my fuckin question YES or NO"
  I could tell I was pissing Kyle off big time, and decided to just come right
out and say the truth. "Yes, my cousin is gay...ok?" "GAY??? GAY??? What you
mean is that your cousin is QUEER, a FAG, HOMO right? .... You mean ... he's a
COCKSUCKER, right?"
  Holy fuck, this kid without a doubt, needed counseling.
  I stared into his eyes, literally watching the anger grow within his mind,
and I insisted that I get the last word. "Ya, I guess someone like YOU would
classify him as all of that, but I don't think YOU have anything to be
concerned about, I mean he really doesn't want you or any of his buds to know,
so no chance he's ever gonna make a pass at ya, you know?"

  Kyle was now getting even more pissed off. "I don't have anything to worry
about??? What the fuck you saying? Of course I don't have anything to WORRY
about... I WANT him to make a pass or something... give me a damn good reason to
beat him to a fucking pulp... for leading me and my buds on all this time"
  The room became wicked quiet all of a sudden, with only my cousins snoring in
the back round.
  After a few minutes of utter quietness, Hammer-Boy stood up, spreading his
legs wide. "Get on your knees, BITCH, I'm not done with you yet, as a matter
of fact, I'm gonna be making house calls here on a regular basis from now
on."

  Kyle fucked my mouth twice more before daylight, each time in a different
position.
  Not even by the final blow-job was I able to take him without gagging and
choking.
  This pleased him, claiming that my gagging made his cock-head feel even more
awesome while buried deep in my throat.
  When he finally climbed into bed, he had an evil grin that wouldn't fade.
"Good night... cocksucker!"
  As I was about to close my eyes, I wondered if I'd ever see that awesome
cock again... my question was answered before I even got my eyes closed all the
way.
  An almost silent whisper came from above on the bed. "Hey queer boy, get
over here."
  I made my way over to Kyle's side of the bed and looked down into his eyes.
"You wanna kiss my cock-head good night, dontcha?"
  I smiled down and blinked my eyes once.
  Kyle rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly. "Seriously dude, you do have
a major fucking problem, I mean other than being a queer pussy, now get down
there and give my piss-slit a nice sweet wet kiss"

  The next morning, I awoke first, a lot more tired than I'd ever been on a
school day.
  I looked over to the bed on my way to the bathroom and chuckled at the sight
of my cousins arm flung over Kyle's chest, and his face cuddled ever so close
into Kyle's neck.
  I continued to chuckle even while in the shower, as I thought to myself,
`nice day for a mean fucking beating, or should I say outing'
  To be continued: