Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2016 12:59:34 -0500
From: Dan Bailey <throwaway040592@gmail.com>
Subject: Faggot Delivery Boy-Part 4

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After a bit he turned the lights out and it was pitch black again for the
first time since Chris had come in the room. I had no idea what time it was
but I knew it was late. But it was so hot feeling Jack in the dark and when
I felt him moving his dick down to my ass I reached down and guided him in
me. He fucked me a long time just in that position and we never stopped
making out. When he came he moaned in my mouth. He stayed in me till his
dick was soft and I was about to fall asleep before he slowly pulled out,
snuggled behind me, and held me. I remembered Nick's snores for the first
time in awhile, and kinda laughed as I fell asleep.

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It was like I died until I half woke up to my head thumping and people
talking. I didn't feel Jack any more and heard people moving around and
talking in whispers. My room gets a lot of sunlight in the morning, and
when I tried to open my eyes I was so hungover it hurt. I just shut my eyes
tight and put my head deep in the pillow and immediately fell back asleep.

When I woke up Nick was still lightly snoring, and my headache had become
just a light dull throb. It's hard to describe that kinda gross grogginess
you have the morning after a night of hard drinking and fucking. It was
just like I was slowly remembering and realizing a thousand little things
at once.

My hair felt sticky pushing against my face on the pillow. I could smell
piss and cum and sweat on me and sex on the sheets. The memory of
everything that happened the night before took over then, and I just
couldn't move or think except about what had happened. And then I realized
that Jack wasn't holding me and I turned my face over to look for
him. Again the light just assaulted my eyes and I squinted as I saw that
there was nobody between me and the door. I'm not sure what I was feeling
at that point because I was still throwing off the hangover, but eventually
I realized my ass felt more than used. I slowly brought my arm down to my
ass, my aching head just loving how cool and soft the sheets felt, and when
I touched at my hole I felt my little butt plug in me. I'd gotten it as a
gag gift from a friend--they picked it up for $10 when they got me a
Fallout shirt from Spencers. I'd only used it a couple times, but I kept it
hidden with some jock straps under my underwear and socks in my top
drawer. I remembered I'd definitely told Jack about it at some point. It
was so small I barely even noticed it. Actually I felt the cum that was
still in me more so I left it in not to make a mess.

Finally I forced myself to get my shit together and sit up, which made my
head spin a little. I looked over at nick who'd mangled all the sheets and
comforters on his bed into a cocoon for about half his naked body while his
face was snoring against the pillow. Seeing just bits of his body like that
was really sexy for some reason. Then I went to reach for the seltzer when
I realized one of my jock straps was on top of it. Right next to it was a
glass of water a bottle of advil and a little bowl and bic. Somebody had
taken one of the post it notes my grandma kept on the fridge and wrote on
it "Whoever's up first, save some". So I had some of the water and advil
and just kinda let it settle in my stomach. I was about to grab the bowl
when I figured I should look for my phone. I grabbed it from my pants
pocket beside the bed (somebody had also taken the trashcan I'd booted in
away) and saw that I had a text from Jack 10 minutes ago.

"Hey Danny just went out to pick up some cigs donuts and coffee, should be
back soon if not already."

I set the phone down and just laid my head back on the pillow, letting the
water and advil do their work and I stared at the ceiling just taking in
all the sensations I remembered from last night and still felt on and in me
this morning. At some point I reached for the bowl and light, and when I
sparked it Nick kinda choked on a snore and started moving. I took a long
hit and it felt like my headache was blown away in a euphoric blaze. Nick
started moaning like not quite dead roadkill as he curled into a ball
pulling the blankets up over his head. I sparked the bowl again.

"Just kill me, dude."

I laughed as I exhaled and started coughing. Nick pulled himself up and
slapped his cheek a couple times before leaning across to my bed reaching
out. "Let me have some, Danny, like there's a fuckin jackhammer in my
skull."

I gave it to him and he barely got a breath in before he was coughing. He
just struggled through it and got a couple hits in before setting it down
and just coughing himself back into a ball. I grabbed a couple advil and
reached over with them and the water, "this'll help too man." He took the
advil and coughed a little more on the water. He laid down parallel to me
and took his other pillow, put it on his face and groaned.

"What a night, man." He mumbled through the pillow.

"Yeah," I said after a little bit. Nick didn't reply though, he just
started breathing evenly and then was back to snoring but at least muffled
under the pillow.

I felt like I could go back to sleep too but I knew I should wake up. I
rubbed my eyes and swung my legs off the bed. When I stood up I felt how
bad I needed to use the bathroom, so I grabbed a towel and went right into
the master bathroom in my grandparents room, hearing the tv in the living
room as I did. I went to the toilet and took out the tiny plug, and feeling
it come out did turn me on a bit. The aftermath of 3 loads in my ass a
little less so, but it was still pretty hot knowing just how much they shot
in me.

I went to the sink and finally looked at myself in the mirror. The big
thing was my hair. I can get pretty bad bedhead, but this was next
level--sticking in almost every direction, with my bangs clumped together
with cum. I washed my face with cold water, then brushed my teeth. My mouth
felt gross--not even because of aftertaste of cum and piss, but I'd fallen
asleep with my mouth open at some point and just felt like a dry
swamp. Made me feel like a brand new guy by the time I had brushed my teeth
clean and gargled some mouth wash. I saw the butt plug where I left it on
the sink and washed and dried it. As I turned it in my hands I started
getting chubbed, and after I set it back down I looked under the sink. My
grandparents and gotten a costco tub of disposable women's razors for
everybody that visited the shore, and I'd used them to clean up or shave my
pubes. I grabbed one and made for the large open standing shower behind its
frosted glass doors.

I got the shower hot and just kinda stood in it for what must've been at
least ten minutes. It felt amazing. After I was drenched and steamed for a
bit I grabbed some shampoo and started cleaning out my hair. The showers
pretty big, and just out of line of the water there's a little bench. I
pick up the razor and shaving cream from the bench and start shaving my
pubes and balls till they were totally smooth. Then I reached around to my
ass and felt the little bit of hair along my crack. I put a leg up on the
bench and lathered my ass. I was just awkwardly reaching around to continue
shaving when I heard a knock at the door and then it open.

"Mind if I join you dude?" Chris' voiced bounced around the tiled walls and
I froze. I watched his silhouette coming closer through the glass, and how
he kicked off his boxers as he did. He opened the shower door and he filled
the doorway. I was still standing with my leg on the bench and my arm
reaching around to shave my ass, but I couldn't move I could only look at
him. He was ripped, with a broad hairy chest that ran lighter all the way
down to his plump soft dick and big bush of pubes. When he saw me he gave
me that predator stare he'd done all last night.

"Need some help shaving that pussy, Danny?" I was scared again, remembering
how aggressive he'd been last night. When I went to move and bring my leg
down he came in closing the door and grabbed my leg on the bench with one
hand and my hip in the other as he grinded his dick against my ass. He
didn't hold onto me hard, just firm. "You'll miss some on your own Danny,"
he said, his dick getting hard, rubbing the shaving cream between my cheeks
like lube. He let go of my hip and held out his hand from behind me,
"Razor." I gave it to him almost shaking.

Then he let go, kneeled down behind me and with one hand spread my ass
cheeks apart and shaved with the other hand. I was rock hard the whole
time. Probably a minute later he tossed the razor on the bench, spread my
cheeks with both hands then gave them a slap. "Smooth as your sister's
cunt," he laughed and stood up. He grabbed me by the waste and brought me
under the shower head at arms distance, then he groped my ass as he rinsed
off the rest of the shaving cream. Then he pulled me out, and held his arms
around my arms and chest with his dick rubbing up between my cheeks. He
moved a hand down and felt my smooth boner and balls.

"Trying to get sexy for me faggot?" he hissed in my ear while he held me
tight. He'd gotten pretty wet from holding me, but it was hot that he was
mostly dry while I was soaking wet, and I could feel and see the beads of
sweat on him from him standing in the steam. I didn't know what to say and
I definitely didn't want to say I was actually thinking of Jack when I did
it. But I was really turned on and remembered how he'd made me cum from
fucking me and how Jack called him his brother. So I just grinded my ass
back against his dick. That made him growl in my ear. He wrapped my dick
and balls between his thumb and forefinger and held them tight.

"So why you tattle on me, Danny?"

I was confused but still so turned on, "what do you mean?" He yanked at my
balls a bit and I gave a little yelp--it hurt me less than it surprised me.

"You know what I mean, faggot," and he let go of his grip and started
rubbing my balls in his hand.

"So I treat you like just some bitch, huh?" he spit out the bitch in my ear
and cupped my balls hard in his hand. He sat on the bench and pulled me
into his lap and I could feel the whole length of his shaft glide across my
hole. He put one of his hands around my throat and pulled me against
him. "Well?"

I was kinda terrified but I knew I shouldn't lie, "yes," I whispered. He
laughed.

"I mean, it's not like you're wrong, Danny," he said. "Cause I know you're
a bitch, and I know hot to treat a bitch."

His hand left my throat and traveled rough across my body down between my
legs till his fingers groped my ass and taint and he started sliding his
middle finger up to the first knuckle in my smooth hole.

"You got Jack angry at me, though," he started fingering me more deeply and
he brought his other arm around me almost in a chokehold but just holding
me up tight against him. I could smell his pits as his muscular arms locked
me down.

"Wanna know what he told me this morning?" I nodded into his arm as I
gasped when he put another finger in my ass.

"He told me, `Don't you *ever* treat Danny like some bitch,' so I said,
`What, are you saying that cockhungry little faggot isn't a bitch?' And you
know what he said next? `No, but he's *my* bitch.'" I didn't know how to
respond and it didn't matter because I started whimpering as he started
finger fucking me faster.

"And he was right, I should've been sweeter to my best bro's bitch," he
slid me off of him and I landed on the floor on my butt. The he manhandled
me till I was on all fours with my ass up to him on the bench. He groped my
cheeks a bit pulling em apart looking at my hole, jiggling them and
slapping them, then he opened them up and his tongue went right for my
hole. I didn't realize just how big his tongue was until he kissed me after
he rimmed me and basically could box my tonsils, but holy fuck that was a
hot rim job. His tongue was so long he could really fuck me with it and
when he got it as deep as he could and swirled it around it was like my
hole was having an orgasm. He'd kiss and lick around the outside too and
sometimes bite my cheeks. It felt so hot feeling his tongue slide over my
freshly shaved skin and I started to love how hard he was slapping my ass
and the light sting it left. Then he pulled back.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked my ass still in his hands.

"Fuck yes" I moaned on the floor and he stood up and teased my hole with
the head of his dick and just starting to push in. When i started moaning
he pulled back and slapped my ass with his dick.

"Too bad," he laughed and walked to the shower. He let his head get wet and
then looked down at me still on the floor. "Come clean me off, babe," he
laughed. So I got up and stood near him, just staring at his hard beefy
body. he stood back from the stream and leaned against the wall, staring at
me. I wanted to touch him and get him soapy and slippery under my hands,
but I was disappointed he didn't want to fuck me after he spent all that
time eating me out.

"Why aren't you fucking me?"

He kept that cold stare on me and curled his finger for me to come to
him. I did and he put his hands on both my shoulders and pushed me down to
my knees. Then he slapped my face with his hand, hard enough for my eyes to
tear up. "Don't ask me that, it makes you sound like a slut." I rubbed my
cheek and looked up past his hard dick to harder eyes. He leaned back
again. He could really fucking frighten me, but god he looked sexy and it
was getting me so hard trying not to get him angry.

"Worship me bitch, I know you want to." And I did. When I reached up and
touched his pecs and then his arms and down to his legs I just felt so tiny
and weak. I stood up and started kissing his body then and I know the whole
time I worshiped him he stared at me but he never made a sound. When I got
near his shoulder he raised his arm behind his head, "Get in there."

Honestly I've had a thing for armpits since some of my friends in
elementary school were showing off their first bits of hair there. I'd
tried to kiss near them before but never gone all in. Soon as my face got
near his pit though Chris grabbed the back of my head and held me into it
tight. I immediately dug my nose deep into his pits and just took in his
musky sharp man scent and inhaled loud and deep. "Taste it," he said
flatly, and my tongue was lapping and sucking at his pit right away,
savoring the taste. He pushed me back down to my knees grabbed my hair and
impaled my mouth on his dick. He started fucking my face really hard, and
making me gag. At some point he made me gag and my hands went up to his
legs to push him away but he just held my head down harder and when he
pulled out to me coughing up a big bit of spit and phlegm he slapped my
face even harder than the last time. "I don't care how much my bro likes
you, bitch, do not fight me." And before I could even say anything his dick
was back in my throat and i was gagging but I left my hands at my side as I
struggled to take his dick.

When he got close he stopped long dicking my mouth and basically just
fucked my throat as I gagged. He pushed me against the shower door, and
pulled out just in time to spray my face with 4 or 5 ropes of his thick
cum. When he finished he pushed the door open behind me and I fell on my
back out of the shower.

"Don't wipe it off bitch, I want Jack seeing it." I pulled myself to my
feet as he shut the shower door to finish cleaning himself off. I could
feel his jizz all over my face and in my hair and it was starting to drip
with all the water. I grabbed a towel trying as hard as I could only to dry
the back and where Chris' cum didn't get, then my body and neck. I looked
in the mirror and my face was just covered in thick white jizz. There was a
drop on my nose that was about to fall off and I stuck out my tongue and
caught it. I thought I looked sexy as fuck doing that. I wiped a little
jizz from my cheek and grabbed the little butt plug. I lubed it up and put
it back in my ass. Since Chris hadn't mentioned it I figured Jack must've
been the one to put it in me, and I wanted him to find it in me later.

I got used to walking with the plug as I went back to my room. I grabbed
the black and nylon green jock strap Jack must've put on the nightstand and
put it on. My dick was so hard I had to work to pack it away. Then I put on
my lightest comfiest pair of basketball shorts and pulled em down just
enough that the top of my jock was showing. I didn't want to risk getting
jizz all over a shirt, so that was all I put on when I went to the empty
living room. I could hear the shower still going and Nick snoring, so I
went out on the porch, figuring nobody'd be able to notice my face from
that far up.

It was a fucking beautiful spring day (it was about 12:30) and I loved
feeling the ocean breeze. I grabbed one of the last cigs from a pack on the
table, and leaned on the railing, just loving the sun beating against my
skin as I inhaled past the cum that was falling to my lips. I heard a dog
whistle bout halfway down the block, and I saw Jack grinning at me while he
was walking with a box of donuts and coffee.