Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 01:03:18 -0700
From: Jay Dee <juliet.delta88@gmail.com>
Subject: Home Part Five

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"Home" -- Part Five

I don't like to wear flip flops to school, but today I am dressing minimal,
clothes easy to get off: Baggy basketball trunks and my favorite Lakers
tank top. No sleeves, no socks, no underwear. It should go without saying
that my asshole ached with a thick pain that affected my walk. Pushing
myself on my skateboard was hard enough in these stupid slabs of rubber,
but each time my foot hit the pavement it felt like my guts would come
spilling out of my asshole.

As ordered, I push open the door to His room at 7:30. My shorts fall off my
thin hips and onto the floor as the door latches. I lift off my shirt with
one hand and leave it by my flip flops. Naked in about a second. If he is
awake, he gives no indication. He is naked, on his back with one leg
extended fully and the other jutting out at the hip. I have perfect
access. Quietly, I go Home. I shove my face into the moist, darkness under
his belly. I rub my nose over His flaccid dick and inhale deep the musty
cock essence as if it were crisp, morning mountain air. I stick out my
tongue and drag it from as far down as I can reach, tracing over mostly the
shaft but purposely skimming the folded skin of His ballsack, to the pubic
hair. He's hard within seconds and I am fully slobbering over the massive
tool.

I'm not sure when he wakes up, but at some point, he grabs my head on both
sides and starts thrusting into my mouth. My only job is to suck as he
fucks my mouth. Once again, he tries to shove the cockhead into my throat
and I try to accommodate, gagging and slurping. At one point, I choke with
a guttural cough and a deep, gagging dry heave. I try to back off from his
crotch. But his grip only tightens. I just keep sucking. My eyes are
burning red with tears pouring down my face. My saliva is pooling off his
nuts and onto the bed. And he keeps fucking.

Then, without warning, I taste semen. I taste it in my nose first, even
before I feel it squirt into the back of my throat. I swallow just as
another squirt hits my mouth. Suddenly my mouth is full but His dick pumps
a river. Swallow, swallow. I choke and slurp. Tears and snot cover my
face. Finally, the gushing stops and I swallow. I am suffocated, completely
out of breath. He lets go of my head. I suck even harder to milk out any
remaining fluid and kiss the head as a sign of gratitude.

Except for the slurping sounds, the entire event was silent. The Man only
released a single, extended raspy exhale when He came. Now, He is simply
rolls over to his side, his belly shifting to hang downward toward the
mattress. I can feel it on my face, I am a mess. My hair is ratted where he
held me. My eyes are dry and presumably red and a mixture of tears, snot
and my cock-scented saliva are streaked down my chin.

My own dick is rock fucking hard. These basketball trunks were obviously
not a good idea considering I have an aching boner and am now heading to
school. I point my dick straight up so it rests against my flat stomach and
is held up by the waistband of my shorts. If I make it to school early
enough, I might be able to jerk off in the gym locker room before anybody
shows up.  *** That was on Monday. He sends messages ordering me home both
Tuesday and Wednesday mornings. Both times, it plays out exactly the same:
Completely wordless. And even though He doesn't acknowledge my
efforts—I'm not sure he has even looked at me either time—I dress the
same. I used to be one of the best dressed guys in school. Now I am
dressing like a bum with my dick flopping everywhere and my mouth smelling
like a urinal. I have to admit, I really liked it.

Then on Wednesday, He called me Home during fourth hour Drama. My life
froze as I read his simple email message. It was like I was wearing heavy
ear phones, I could hear my breathing, deep but muffled. My pulse thudded
an irregular rhythm.  I still had three classes to go, as well as
basketball practice. Sitting in the back of the auditorium I was facing a
fork in the road. I had never missed a class since I caught the flu in the
second grade. But my cock was already tense, I could still taste cum in the
back of my mouth from this morning.

I know I am going to obey. I know that immediately. But I need to resolve
this internally. I need to realize and accept that even here, in school
where I have had my life's greatest successes, I am a slave to a fat, bald
man that I secretly hated but to whom I am drawn with a force as terrible
as gravity. I grabbed my skateboard and bag and walked out of class,
ignoring my teacher's calls for my attention.

His message was simple, but listed a new address. Luckily, it's not far
from campus.

I'm at a strip mall. There is a laundry mat on one corner. Next to that is
a Christian bookstore. Then, at the center of the structure is a
contractor's office. This is it. Him. According to the sign, the company is
based in the city, about an hour away. This is one of its satellite
offices. This could explain why he seems to live out of the hotel room, he
lives in the city and runs this regional office sporadically. I know it's
none of my business thinking about all of this, but I can't stop my brain.

There is an electronic beep when I enter. I'm simultaneously alarmed and
relieved to see there is receptionist's desk in front that is empty.

I walk into the back office and close the door behind me. He is sitting
behind a desk. He looks almost professorial, a black tie, blue shirt tucked
into his slacks and shiny shoes. He glances away from his computer to look
me over. His eyes meet mine briefly then drop down. It's a silent
command. I strip and leave my clothes in a pile on the floor. He rolls back
his chair as I approach, looking at my swinging dick. He kicks off his
shoes and casts his eyes down under his desk.

"Home."

I get in my place and climb underneath. This is where I spend the rest of
my day. First He fishes his cock out of the zipper and I suck Him off. He
never acknowledges me, and makes no effort to cum. His monster cock rises,
then it falls. For the next hour I suck. Sometimes it is stiff, though
mostly it is flaccid. I still suck on it. He makes pays me no
mind. Although I don't care. If anything, I am a toddler happy with his
pacifier. I only focus on His flesh. Eventually, he takes off his pants
completely, so he is naked from the waist down. Because of the position of
the desk and computer, anyone standing at the front door wouldn't know he
was bare-ass naked much less that I was under the desk, playing with is
giant dick.

At one point, my heart freezes when I hear the office door swing open. It's
the receptionist. I hear her voice, but pay no mind to the words. She
giggles and He reciprocates, causing his balls to bounce between his
thighs.

I never get up the entire afternoon. The light never touches my skin. I
don't suck the monster cock the entire time, but I am nuzzled against
it. Admiring it. Studying it. I lightly trace the veins with my
fingertips. I sniff His balls and caress each wrinkle in His sack with the
tip of my nose. Hours and hours pass and my face is never more than six
inches away from His dick. The entire time, he never stops working. He
takes phone calls, and makes arrangements with the receptionist. I never
once stop admiring his monster dick.

Eventually, He lifts one leg and places his foot on my chest. He pushes me
away from his crotch. I'm confused, but I obey. His foot presses against my
chest then slides up. He pushes his foot in my face. I never thought about
it before, but his dick is even bigger than his feet. He rubs my face,
until I take hold of his heel and lick the entire length of his foot. The
skin is dry on the heel, soft and smooth in the arch and callused on the
ball. There is a faint odor at the toes. Then I take the big one in my
mouth. It's thicker than I had ever imagined. My top lip slides over the
hairs on his toe. My cock is at full attention. I stick all five toes into
my mouth. Once again, I am completely enraptured in my duties and lose
complete track of time.

Suddenly, the day is over. He simply gets up and puts on his clothes. I do
the same, but stare at him with longing, trying to figure out my place
now. I am looking for any kind of command. Any sign of what I am supposed
to do now. He doesn't say a word as he puts on his coat and walks out the
door. There is still no sign of a command as he locks the front door with
his mess of keys. I desperately stare at Him as he gets into his car and
drives away.  Defeated, I start to wonder what am I supposed to do now? But
I hear the hum of his car's engine brush beside me.

"Hole." He says this, one syllable, like my friends call me when they
abbreviate my name.

"Yes, sir!" I don't even try to hide my desperation, my need for him to
call my new name again.

He extends his arm out the window. "I'm going to be gone for a few weeks."
He hands me a cell phone. It's a shitty flip phone, though it looks brand
new. "Keep this on you at all times. Always be ready."

***

It's weird how life has turned back to normal. It's been three weeks since
I've last served the fat man and I am now dressing normally, acing my
classes, cleaning up on the basketball court and jacking off five times a
day. I've even rubbed out a load or two in the gym shower while a few of my
teammates were still in the locker room, changing. I would never had
attempted this before I was baptized in cock. I think I hoped one of the
guys would walk in. I would have gladly accepted the ass kicking, or cock
sucking that followed.

Ok. So, maybe I'm not totally back to normal.

On the outside, I am back to normal. Fully-functioning. Social and
successful. On the inside, I am ravenous, absolutely cock-starved and there
is no end. For lack of a better word, I feel like a pervert. I'm constantly
gauging the crotch of every guy that I come across. I know they all have a
dick and I want to see it, taste it and feel it. My friends, my teammates,
me teachers. God damn it, I have even tried to get a sense of my dad's
bulge once. I close my eyes, and I can see my own asshole, suffering, split
open wide with the fat man's master cock sliding in and out. I feel the
need to constantly host something. I don't care about size of the dick, or
looks of the man. I want my asshole filled.

But on the outside, I'm normal. I'm in class, raising my hand. I'm on the
court calling the shots. I'm at the mall with my friends, making fun of
faggots. Ironically, this is when the phone buzzes. I was laughing, in
mid-conversation, and the vibration still felt like a wakeup call. It felt
like a jolt from a deep sleep. I immediately jump as I yank it out of my
back pocket.

"home" The single word fills my head completely. I might as well be alone
because nothing else matters. I must have a smile, or a look of terror,
frozen on my face. The entire gang is looking at me, anticipating an
explanation.

"I ... I gotta ..." the phone buzzes again in my hand and I immediately
cast down my eyes to read the new message, "go."

This time, I hold my breath. I stare into the phone's screen as if I were
trying to translate a foreign language.

"food court mens room"

What the fuck?

"Dude, you okay?" I don't even know who asked this.

I have no answer for anything. I have my command. I know where I'm supposed
to be. That is all that matters.

"I gotta go."

They ask me what's up. They look concerned. I tell them I'm ok. But I have
to go, and I walk away from my friends. As soon as I turn the corner, I
start running. The mall is crowded so I have to weave through people,
children. Luckily, I'm wearing jeans because my cock is raging and my
zipper is barely containing my pulsating boner. I have no idea what to
expect.

The men's room is empty. I am disappointed, confused and scared that I
might have misunderstood his command. I walk past the row of urinals and
toward the two toilet stalls. The first has no door, it's obviously
empty. The second, the handicap stall, has a door that is shut. I push
against it. It's locked. It doesn't even occur to me that someone is in
there, actually taking a shit.

"Sir? It's me. I'm ready to go Home, sir." I push against the door
again. "Please, sir. Let me go home. Please, sir."

The door unlatches and swings open. It's Him. He is sitting on the toilet,
his pants bunched around his ankles. He is stroking the giant cock. My legs
tremble at the site of it. I lock the door behind me and strip, throwing my
clothes behind the toilet. Completely naked, I kneel and go Home,
immediately wrapping my lips around His giant dick. It's as if He had never
left and I have always been here, where I belong. I push my face as deep as
I can, gagging, coughing and choking on the thick head as it tries to
spread my throat wide open. I don't care, I just want it inside me. I suck
his balls, though he makes no effort to move to give me easier access, so
my chin rubs directly against the porcelain of the dirty toilet rim. I dig
deeper and extend my tongue as far as I can to reach his taint. I can't
tell if it's His ass or the toilet, but it reeks like shit. I push my face
into his massive body even harder.

He pulls me off his crotch. With the delicacy of a folding chair, He turns
me around and bends me over. He pushes down my head as far as he can reach,
then He places his hand on my back and pushes me even further until the
palms of my hands are lying flat on the filthy floor. My legs are still
extended straight, so my butt cheeks are pulled tight in both directions
and my asshole is the highest point of my body.

He pushes into me. Unlike before, He doesn't take any time to let me get
used to His giant cock. My head is spinning from the blood rushing to my
head, and the pain makes everything flash white. I stifle a scream, which
instead comes out as a sob. With my asshole pointed straight toward the
ceiling, my hands and feet planted firmly on the floor, and completely
naked in the toilet stall of the men's room in the mall, I cry like a baby
as the ugly fat man fucks me.

As if on cue, the bathroom door squeals open. Someone pushes against the
stall door. The man doesn't slow his fuck rhythm. In my current position,
the only contact between Him and myself is His dick sliding in my ass. So
there is almost no noise whatsoever except for my whimpering and the light
sound of my asshole slurping on his cock. Luckily, the music blaring on the
PA system is hiding that part, while I stifle my agony the best I can.

In my peripheral vision, I see a pair of shoes as the guy who came into the
bathroom stands at the adjacent toilet. I pray that the shoes don't point
away from the toilet. Please, please, just piss, dude. Just as his piss
stream starts, the bathroom door opens again. There are voices, young
voices and my heart—which is already beating with rage—freezes as I
try to determine if they're from the team. My adrenaline is boiling. I
can't even gather my thoughts long enough to listen to what they are
saying. It's all just muffled voices. And He keeps fucking me. I hear them
piss in the urinals, and He is sliding out of my hole. The man in the next
stall flushes and He is sliding back in. The guys at the urinal laugh and
He slides out. I let out whimpers and deep sighs. There are tears welling
and pooling over my eyes. I can't even see anymore. My nose is filling with
snot making it hard to breath, and He keeps fucking me.

The door swings open and I relish the thought of everyone clearing out of
the bathroom finally. I think they did, but I'm not sure because I'm
alarmed to hear new voices. This time it's a child. From under the toilet
stall partition, I see tiny feet in tiny flip-flops accompanied by bigger
adult feet in running shoes. They both walk to the toilet stall door and I
hear them push against it. The man doesn't slow down, and in this position,
with this intensity, I could swear his giant dick is splitting me in two.

"Somebody's in there, daddy." The child's father answers in the overly
friendly parental voice reserved for small children.

Thankfully, both sets of feet walk to the next stall where the father lifts
the boy on the toilet. I tilt my head and bite into my shoulder to help
stifle my cries. My heavy breathing through the snot and built up saliva
creates a very audible rhythm.

"What's that noise, daddy?"

"I don't know, buddy."

I am trying with every bit of strength I can muster to not sound like I am
being penetrated to my extreme limit in my asshole. The father definitely
knows something is happening in here, but I am not sure if he can tell
exactly what is going on. I hope he thinks someone is in here crying, or
expelling some kind of explosive diarrhea. Whatever, just please, please,
please leave now.

"Come on, buddy. Let's hurry it up."

He does. The toilet flushes and the sink runs. When I hear the hand dryer
engage, I use the opportunity to release a whimper.

The bathroom is finally clear. The Man takes this opportunity and starts
pounding my hole with his full weight, finally creating a rhythmic clapping
between his balls and my butt cheeks. I want to scream, but instead
continue to cry and sob. He pulls out and sits back on the
toilet. Immediately, I spin around and open wide, taking his cock in my
mouth. My face is still clouded with snot and tears, but I suck as hard and
steady as I can muster. He grabs the back of my head and pushes me down
deep on His cock and I feel the hot splash in my throat. I choke but he
doesn't let me go until my throat is coated in his semen. I suck even
harder as I lift my mouth off his cock, milking every drop I can out of the
dick. I swallow all of it immediately. Then I kiss the cockhead in
gratitude.

He pushes me away to make room as grabs his pants and pulls them up.

"You spend a lot of time at the school," he says, his voice completely
unfazed.

Oh shit. The phone. The phone that he gave to me. He must have a GPS
feature engaged, which is how he found me here at the mall.

I am kneeling, naked, on the dirty tiled floor of a men's room. My asshole
is gaping, wet and cold. I've been lying to the man about my age. And now,
in the face of coming clean I realize that I could jeopardize the only
refuge I have. I can't lose it. I can't not be fucked by that magnificent
probe again.

"I work there," I lie. "I work in the library."

The man is barrel chested, from this angle on the floor, I can see under
the bottom of his shirt his hairy belly extend over his jeans. The gap in
His teeth is more pronounced as is that ridiculous mustache. He looks at me
skeptically. I can't tell if he is buying my lie.

"Don't lose that phone."

He walks out, leaving the toilet stall door wide open. I lock it and sit
back on the toilet to jerk off. It doesn't take long, I lay back and feel
the cold metal of the pipes of the flushing mechanism dig into my back and
extend my legs fully until my toes are pointed straight out. I cum a geyser
that I point toward the wall next to me. My semen splashes the yellow tiles
and drips toward the floor.

I briefly consider licking my seed off the walls. Instead, I choose to
leave it, in hopes someone recognizes my accomplishment here. I walk out
wishing I could wear my stretched asshole like a badge so everyone can see
where I belong in this world.