Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2003 12:50:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chuck frohnapfel <chuckfrohnapfel@yahoo.com>
Subject: CHEM PARTNER BULLY  Part 3

CHEM.  PARTNER BULLY, Part 3 (Auth./ hs/ t-t/ oral/ anal)
    by Chris Andy

   The next day at school, Billy saw me in the hall and said," Listen,
bitch.  I know you need a good fucking, and you're sure gonna get it!
Tonight, after the game, meet me and Alan at the entrance to the locker
room.  We're gonna have a party for us Seniors--and you're the fuckin'
entertainment!  See ya later, cumlapper!"

   Alan wasn't in chemistry class this morning and I only saw Bill from a
distance.  At lunch I went to Alan's front porch, but no one showed up, so
I went back to school--horny as hell!  How strange that I really wanted
Bill and Alan (and Corey) inside me.  I totally had become a faggot!

   That night I went to the game (which we won, 20-13) and hung around
outside the locker room door waiting for my 'masters!'  Groups of juniors
came out--hot looking dudes--Joel, Chuck and Johnny Bruce. Chuck and JB
said--"See ya later, cunt!"  to me and I couldn't figure out what they
meant.  Then I remembered that Johnny Bruce was Corey's cousin.  Maybe he
was invited.

   Then the sophs strolled out--none of them spoke to me, which I didn't
mind.  At least the underclassmen were unaware of my 'new status!'
Finally, my master, Alan came out with Bobby Coleman, Solley Soliday and
Rusty Visnik.  They all were shirtless and the sight of their gleaming,
sweaty bodies--packed with hot muscles--turned me on!  My dick made a quick
leap as I thought of the manmeat to come!

   "C'mon, slut," Alan barked, as we headed to his Jeep 4 Cherokee.  I
followed him, submissively.

   "Jesus--he really does obey ya!"  Solley said.  The other dudes smirked
at me.

   "He sure does.  Get in the backseat, cocksucker," Alan commanded.  "He's
a cum slut and he knows he'll not get anymore of my dicksnot if he pisses
me off.  He knows I'll kick his faggot ass so hard--break his cocksuckin'
jaw.  He won't be suckin' on anything but a straw!"

   Solley, Bobby and Rusty laughed.  "Won't I, slut?"  Alan asked, slapping
my head and throwing me into the back seat.

   "Yessir," I said.  They all roared with laughter.

   "He sucks cock, good?"  asked Bobby.

     Alan replied,"Climb in the back seat with him.  Let him show you how
good he is on the way to Corey's barn."  The party was at Corey's farm.
Corey's dad was a 'cotton farmer' which meant he was independently wealthy
and mostly lazed around and chased women!

   Bobby was about my height and weight--but he looked like a young Marlon
Brando--from that old film--"Streetcar Named Desire."  All he had to do was
holler, "Stella!"  and I'd cum on the spot!  He looked so fuckin'
hot--sweat drippin' from his chest and pits.  He had sharply defined pecs
and guns and six-pack abs.  I wanted to lick him all over but hesitated.
Hundreds of kids, parents, and teachers were milling around the parking
lot.

   'Brando' shoved me to the middle of the seat and Rusty climbed in on the
other side of me.

   Rusty was also so fuckin' hot--a killer smile, fantastic dark brown eyes
with lashes a mile long.  He had broad shoulders and huge biceps.  I had
craved him since 7th grade!

   "What you waitin' for, bitch?"  Alan yelled.  "Get Bobby's dick out and
get on it, pussyboy--NOW!"

   Diving down, I licked Bobby's bulging pouch through his jeans.

   "Take it out, cocksucker!"  Bobby said.  "I'm so fuckin' horny I might
shoot off in my fuckin' pants.  I need your mouth for a cum dump!"

   "Me, too," Solley said from the front seat.  "Playin' the game really
pumps my cock up like nothing else.  I fuckin' thought I was gonna cum when
I picked off that pass!?

   "Fuck, Solley," Alan said.  "Sackin' that fuckin' Central QB made me
almost fire!"

   "It's the testosterone, guys!"  Solley (always the professor) said.  "It
drives up aggression --and the fuckin' sex drive!"

   While the football studs chatted among themselves (excluding me, whose
mom always told me not to chew with my mouth full!), as if I were some
cocksucking appliance--not a real person!  I slurped on Bobby's meat,
tonguing his piss-slit and working my way down his shaft to his hairy
balls.  Had I been a 19th Century Literary Heroine (as I learned in
Ms. Hughes' Eng. Lit. class)--I would have swooned from this stud's heady
smell.  It was a combination of dried piss, jock sweat, pre-cum and scents
that only a man's package has!

   Sucking and licking, I was enjoying Brando's 'special sauce,' when I
heard a crowd yell--'GO COUGARS!'

   I popped my head up and glanced out the window.  Alan rolled the power
windows down so the football dudes could bask in the glory of being heros
to their fans!  We hadn't beaten Central Catholic for five years.

   "GO COUGARS!"  the crowd chanted.  The guys grinned and Bobby grabbed my
head and shoved it down on his cock to the max.  I gagged, but had learned
to relax my throat to accomodate big peckers.  Actually, Bobby's wasn't so
long as Alan's or Bill's, but it was thick--like a stubby flashlight.  I
deep-throated his fat dick, spreading open my mouth wide and sucking hard
as he shoved my head up and down.  He was using my mouth to jack off!

   "Who's back there with ya, Rusty?"  an 8th grade boy asked his hero.

   "Bobby Coleman. dude, " Rusty said.

   "No, man," the junior high fan asked, "Who's the dude in the middle?"

   "Oh, that's Joey James," Alan said.

   "Why's he got his head in Bobby's lap?"  the fan asked.

   "He's sad."  Alan explained, laughing, "His boyfriend goes to Central!"

   "Oh!"  said a confused group of junior high worshippers.


   I continued munching on Bobby's hot sausage while the little 8th grade
guys watched.  The next thing I knew--Bobby moaned--and said,'
Uh--Uh----Fuck!"  and shot copious amounts of teencum down my throat!

   "Jeez," one of the junior high boys said.  "Is he suckin' you off,
Bobby?  Hey man, can we get in on some of that action?"

   "Nah," Alan said.  "Fucker sucks like a hoover--he'd fuckin' suck your
teeney weeney off and swallow it!"

   "Ah--c'mon, you guys," 8th grader said, rubbing his hard boycock through
his tight jeans.

   "Nah--see you guys later!"  Alan said, pulling out of the parking lot
and squealing into traffic.

   "Hahahahah," the dudes laughed uproariously.

   "Hey, Joey," Rusty said.  "You done with Bobby's load?  If you are, fag,
get your cuntmouth over here on my pecker!"

   Solley turned around in his seat and looked at me, "Man--that
cocksucker's got cum leakin' from his mouth.  Shit, man--what a cumpig!
Hand me your cell phone, Bobby."


   "Who you gonna call,Solley?"  Alan asked.

   "Gonna call yours and my favorite DJ and yours--Uncle Al on WSUV! "
Solley said.

    "Fuck, man--what for?"  asked Bobby.

     While the football studs talked, I was busy on Rusty's sweetmeat!  It
was long, like him, (I'd guess--7 inches--Bill and Alan made me measure
theirs last night!.)  He was uncut and I loved the funk under his skin!

   "AwwwwwRiiighttt!"  the guys cheered.  (all except Rusty who was
squirmin' and thrusting his hips up and down, fucking my mouth.

   "AAAHHH-----Fuuuuucccckkk!"  Rusty groaned.

   "That's right Russ--fuck the cuntmouth!"  Alan said.

   "GRRRROOOAAAAN!"  muttered Rusty.

   "WSUV!  All hits--all the time!"  You're on the air, caller," Uncle Al
said.

   "AWWWWFFFUUUCCCCKK!"  Rusty hollered.

   "SHHHHHH!"  said Solley.  "Hey Uncle Al.  This is Solley Soliday callin'
The Warwick Cougars just tromped Central Catholic, 20-13!  Could you play a
song for us?"

   "Sure--anything for the Cougars!--what do you guys want to hear?"  Uncle
Al asked.

   "Could you play, "LIKE A STONE" for us rock-hard seniors," Solley
asked--"and for Joey --who keeps us that way!"

   "You got it, dude.  Later!"  Uncle Al said.

   I started to raise my head to protest, but Rusty slammed it back down on
his dick.  I felt his pubes tickle my nose and thought, 'Hmmmm! I'm
deep-throatin' his long ol' snake--at least 7 inches!'

   "I'm fuckin' cummin'----OOOOOHHHHH SSSSHHHIIIIIIITTTT!," Russ shouted.

   The guys cheered--"Go, Joey, Go---Go, Joey, Go!"

   I swallowed Rusty's wad--he must not have cum for a week!  Then I licked
his cock and balls clean.

   "Ah, man," said Rusty, "Best blow job I ever had!"

   "Shit, Big Russ!"  Alan joked.  "It's probably the ONLY blow job you
ever had!"

   "Fuck you, Alan--you pussy!"  Russ laughed.

   "Hey Solley!  You wanna get off now?"  Alan asked

   "Sure do--Al," said Solley.

   "Chinese Fire Drill!"  Alan shouted and the studs whipped the car doors
open and ran around the car.  All four were naked to the waist!

   'Jesus, I thought, 'What did I do right to deserve these hot, buff,
sweaty football jocks?'

   "O.K., bitch," Solley said, taking his peter out of his jeans.  "Go for
it!"

   Solley, now seated on my right was a cocksucker's dream.  Angelic face,
spiked hair, tight abs and pecs--well packed biceps and the thickest cock
I'd ever seen.  It was as fat as my wrist!  I had trouble swallowing it,
but I did manage--(hehehe!  I've become such a fag!)

   "MMMMMMM-----AH FUCK," Solley groaned.  This cocksucker's incredible No
chick's ever even got her lips around it--and the homo, here, swallowed it
all!"

   "Joey's fuckin' excellent, Solley!"  Alan said.  "Wait'll you fuck his
tight little hole.  You'll think ya died and went to heaven!"

   "Who's all comin' to Corey's tonight?"  Rusty asked.

   "Well--let's see," Alan said.  "Us guys, here, and Bill Sherrer, of
couse, Corey, and two junior dudes--Chuck Frenum, and Johnny Bruce Postle.
Johnny Bruce's got the keg!"

   "Uuummmm--I could use a cold one right now!"  Bobby said.

   "We got any weed?"  Rusty asked.

   "Yeh," Alan said.  "It's some fuckin' strong shit--Junior said!" (Junior
Bernardnelli had been our 'supplier' since middle-school.  He was an
asshole, but his stuff was pure!)

   I bobbed up and down on Solley's fat dick.  I fuckin' loved being these
guys' cocksucker!

   "Turn in the back gate, here," Rusty directed.  "Corey's parents are
outta town, but his little sister don't need to see us, either."

   Alan whirled the car around, squealing, but Solley clutched my head,
making sure I didn't miss a stroke!

   "SSSHHHHIIIIIIITTTT!"  Solley yelled, pumping spurts of hot, sweet cum
into my mouth and down my throat.  God--I loved it!

   "Good timing, Solley!"  Bobby said.

   "Get in the barn, cunt!"  Alan yelled to me as the other studs slammed
car doors and headed inside.

   "Yessir," I said.  The other guys snickered at my subservience.

    I walked inside Corey's barn and saw the other studs sitting on bales
of hay or drawing beer from the keg.  My master, Bill was puffing on a
joint which he passed to Chuck as soon as he saw me.

   "Get over here, pussy!"  Bill barked at me My boycunt got wet as I
thought of his big cock riding my chute again.  What a faggot I I had
become!

TO BE CONTINUED