Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 11:32:39 -0400 From: bistud_77@hushmail.com Subject: High School Service Boy Part 3 High School Service Boy Part 3 By bistud77 Disclaimer: This story is totally fictional. Any resemblance to any persons alive or dead is completely coincidental. This contains sexually explicit fantasies about domination and submission and teen sex. If this type of story offends you, please do not read it. This story is made of real fantasies that I wanked off over when I was in high school. 3. The final bell is ringing the end of the school day. Yes! I slide out of my desk and think how lucky I am. I actually got to suck off Jeff Bentley during lunch period; I even imagine that I can still taste his cum. And this morning, my girlfriend told me that her younger twin brothers are going to use me as their faggot this Friday after school. Holy shit! And as soon as I get off the bus, Joe is going to tell me when he is going to use me again. It's like everything is going perfectly. I can't stop smiling. Soon I am climbing on Bus 49 for the ride home. I see Joe in his usual seat at the back of the bus, laughing at the expense of someone else no doubt. I think about how my tongue was inside his asshole a day ago. The bulge in my pants is getting obvious so I put my books over my crotch as I slide into a seat. I listen to the mindless chatter around me, but eventually I tune it out and think about Joe. I think about how he swaggers when he walks, as if he is king of the world. I think about how his ass looks in tight corduroys. I think about how his cock feels when it goes to the back of my throat. I hope he thinks I am at least a good faggot for him. I am determined to be a good faggot for him and get used a lot. The ride goes by fast. Finally I am stepping off the bus. I am standing here outside the bus waiting, like a pussy, for Joe. I vaguely hope that some of the other kids will see him talking to me. That can only improve my status on the bus. Finally, he comes down the steps and hops onto the ground. He is looking at me. Then he says quietly but firmly, "OK faggot. You are sleeping over my house Saturday night; my little brother wants to watch." Wow! I forget to breathe that sounds so hot to me. A whole night with Joe. And with his little brother Chris actually watching my humiliation! As Joe tells me what he wants, his brother Chris steps off the bus. Chris is two years younger than me and Joe, in the 8th grade and 12 years old. He has a smirk on his face as he looks over and to see his brother, Joe, talking to me. Chris is a slender version of Joe. A natural athlete, all summer Chris wore extremely short shorts that showed off his long perfect legs and perfect tight butt. He has the same smoldering brown eyes as his brother, but his face is even cuter. He watches me nod my head as I am told what time to show up, what to bring, and what to wear. I think I see Chris laugh at me, but I can't tell for sure. I am already turning for home. I am now walking as fast as I can back to my house. I can't wait to jerk off. The urge is overwhelming. As soon as I get in my room, I grab my hidden jar of Vaseline and my bandana that serves as my cum rag. Soon I am blissfully masturbating, edging as I think about what I will be doing Friday and Saturday.... Friday afternoon with Karen's twin brothers, and Saturday night with Joe while his brother Chris watches. This could be the best weekend of my 14 year life. Soon my mind unexpectedly flashes an image of my own brother, Peter, Mr. Cool and a Senior in high school. I stroke while my thoughts drift to wondering if Peter would like his faggot brother giving him a rim job. FUCK! I cum in buckets, it shoots over my shoulder and on to the sheets. I can't believe I even thought about it. I know I am depraved. I made it to Friday afternoon, and I am on the bus with my girlfriend Karen. I see her brothers sitting a few rows behind us, pretending not to pay attention. Karen has a stupid little grin on her face, because she knows that I am coming on this bus to get to her house so I can be used by her twin brothers, the freshman football players. Karen whispers to me, "They have asked me some questions about what they can make you do. And they have gotten some things ready. I hope you can take it." Hearing that makes my dick leak. Thirty minutes later, I am alone in Mark and Mike's room. They are in the hallway telling their sister to leave, I hear the disappointment in her voice, but she agrees. I know she will listen from the hallway, and probably masturbate. The twins walk in. "What the fuck are you doing with your clothes still on? I thought you were a faggot." Says Mark standing with his hands on his hips. Mike sits down on one of the beds with a big grin. Mark yells, "Fucking strip ass hole! And crawl over to Mike on your hands and knees. He has something for you." As I take off my shirt and pants, I realize that I am crazy, that anything can happen here--even things I don't want to happen. Soon I am peeling off my tighty whiteys and my hard teen dick pops out. "Look," laughs Mike, "The faggot is aroused just from getting naked for us!" Once I am totally naked for them, I sink to the floor. I start crawling toward Mike. Mark comes up behind me and slaps my bare ass. "Faster faggot." When I reach Mike, I kneel in front of him and look at the floor. I hear the boys laughing at me. "This is going to be fun," says Mark, "Put the dog collar on him." I feel hands on my head and a leather collar roughly buckled around my neck, tight but not quite choking me. Then I am tugged. I see one of them has snapped a dog leash to the collar and they are pulling me up. It's Mike, and he moves me over his lap with my bare ass up. I know this is the position for getting spanked. Vulnerable and exposed. So I am surprised when the first thing I feel is my cheeks being parted and my hole being exposed. "He has a tight hole," says Mark. "Yeah, we may want to fuck it some time," replies Mike. "But now the bitch needs to be taught a lesson. Don't you faggot?" "Whatever you say," I reply nervously. "Jesus, the faggot doesn't even know what he did wrong. Hey Ass Lick, have you been having sex with our older sister?" "Yeah." "Well faggots have no right to do anything with her. You need to be taught your place. And me and Mark are going to do it. Got that? You need to be punished for touching our sister with your faggot hands." "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Sir." I say softly. "Now," Mike continues, "Why do you need to be taught a lesson?" "Because I had sex with your sister even though I am a lowly faggot." I say with my eyes squeezed shut. I feel my cock starting to throb. "Because you had sex with her without our permission and without us watching," says Mark triumphantly. WHACK. The first spank lands so hard I am shocked. Then more. SLAP. WHACK. WHACK. SMACK. No rest. No stopping. No checking on me. SLAP. SMACK. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP! It starts to hurt more and more. I am sure my cheeks are turning scarlet beneath their watchful eyes. "Let me give him some," says Mark. End part 3. E-mails with comments and suggestions are welcome to bistud_77@hushmail.com. One day this site will be gone if we don't support it. There is nothing else nearly as good for fantasies and you know it. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html