Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2009 16:57:39 -0500
From: tony mathis <ecn2072@aim.com>
Subject: i love being kyles bitch part 3

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I love being Kyle's Bitch
Part 3


"The three of us are going out for a little while. You're gonna stay here,
and clean this place up. We were thinking about having a little party
later." Kyle said. Kyle, Mike, and Tyler all began to laugh to each other
as they turned to head out the door.

As they left, I noticed the cum still on the ground from where I had cum
while getting fucked. Glad they weren't here to see me, I got down on all
fours, and licked my own load off the floor. Desperately horny, I started
to scoop the remainder of Kyle's first load and what I had missed of
Tyler's off my face and chest, eating globs of it at once. Hungry for more,
I reached between my legs and felt a small river of Kyle's and Mike's cum
leaking out of my ass. Scooping it off my thighs and balls, I ate as much
of it as I could off my fingers, then rolled onto my back and shoved my
fingers in my ass, furiously scooping out as much of their loads as I could
out of my asshole, alternately shoving my fingers up my ass and then back
into my mouth, tasting the salty-sweet cum of Mike mixing with the thick
and creamy cum of Kyle.

It was too much, and my dick was screaming for attention. I pulled it out
of the jock and started jacking off. Almost immediately, I came another
load across my chest.  As I lay there panting in the afterglow of my second
orgasm in 30 minutes, slowly eating my own load off my chest, I wondered
what kind of party Kyle and his buddies were planning on throwing...


"Joey? What the fuck!?"

I woke up, still on the floor at Kyle's house and covered in dried cum. My
dick was half sticking out of the way-too-small jock he and my former
friends had made me put on before they left. I must have fallen asleep
after I jerked off! I could still taste the cum in my mouth, and I could
taste more as I licked my lips while i woke up. I realized I must still
have had a bunch on my face. My own load was dried all over my stomach and
chest, I guessed that I had fallen asleep before I was able to eat it
all. I looked up to see who was yelling at me, assuming that Kyle had come
back with Mike and Tyler. Instead, I saw Kyle's younger brother, Shane,
looking pissed and confused.

"Joey, what the fuck are you doing on the floor all covered in cum? What
happened to you?!" He seemed concerned.

Shane was as much of a jock as his older brother. He was a freshman in high
school, and his JV wrestling teams' captain, as well as an extremely
capable player on the JV football team. I had known him for years,
basically as long as I'd known Kyle, and he'd always seemed to look up to
me. He looked almost exactly like Kyle, except he was shorter, only about
5'7. They had the same color hair, although Shane kept his hair longer and
shaggier, and the same bright green eyes. As I looked up at him, I wondered
if Shane had a big, fat cock like his older brother. I was immediately
disgusted with myself. The look on Shane's face was mostly confusion. He
had known me for years, and he assumed that there had to be a completely
reasonable explanation for why I was laying on the floor in a jock, covered
face to balls with dried loads. He had no idea what kind of faggot I'd
become, or more accurately, what kind of faggot I had always been. I tried
to think up a reasonable explanation to give him. But, as he came closer to
me, his eyes wandered down and he saw what I was wearing.

"Dude, is that my fucking jock?! Why the hell are you wearing that?! Did
you go in my room and steal my jock, dude?! What the fuck!!" Shane was
pissed.

"No, no.." I stammered. I couldn't think of an excuse. "Kyle got it out of
your room for me."

"What? Why'd he do that?" Shane seemed very skeptical.

"Um, well, because....he wanted me to wear it instead of briefs." I weakly
explained.

"HE wanted you to? What the fuck does that mean? And why didn't you just
wear one of your own? Why the fuck are you wearing mine?!" he demanded. My
explanation was clearly not cutting it.

I realized that I was going to have to tell him the whole story. I blushed
from head to toe, and also realized right after that thought that this was
almost definately not going to be the last time that I was going to have to
explain to someone, probably even someone that knew or thought they knew me
pretty well, that I was now a cocksucking faggot slut. Or, knowing Kyle,
that I was Kyle's bitch.

"Shane, um, uhh...Kyle wanted me to wear yours so that it wouldn't have to
see my dick when he um...uh...when he....fucked me." I could barely whisper
the last two words. Shane's expression lit up.

"When he WHAT??!!! He FUCKED you?!?!" Shane shouted in disbelief.

"Yes." I confirmed.

"Why the hell did he fuck YOU?! Why didn't he just fuck some girl or
something?! I don't get it dude, you're full of shit." Shane obviously
didn't understand.

"Shane, I...I'm a cocksucker." I let that linger for a second. I watched
the face of this kid, this kid who had known me for years, looked up to me
for years, change from an expression of shocked disbelief to an expression
of disgust. "I started sucking cock when I got to college, it was kind of
an accident at first but I really loved it so I started doing it more and
more until it became an all the time thing. I didn't think people would
recognize me but they did, and word got around. When Kyle found out I
sucked dicks, he made me suck his. Then when he saw how much I loved it,
he.....he told Mike and Tyler and I sucked all of them and then they fucked
me. Like, two hours ago."

Shane was visibly disgusted but also listening intently to my story.

"That still doesn't explain why you're sitting there in my jock." he said.

"Well, they didn't want to see my dick anymore when they fucked me." I
explained.

"Well no shit they didn't. Who wants to see dicks? I mean, besides you
apparantly." Shane snorted. I blushed again. Ten minutes ago, Shane would
never have made fun of me. "Why didn't they just make you wear yours
though? Now I need to get another jock, asshole!"

"Because yours is so small on me, and it would keep my dick in tight.. They
didn't want to see it, but they also didn't want me to touch it either." I
was so humiliated.

"Well it looks like you were playing with it anyway, your dick is sticking
out right now. And you're getting a boner! Hahaha you really are a faggot!"
He pointed at my crotch.

He was right, on both counts. My dick was half hard and getting harder. I
was a little surprised at myself. I was so embarassed telling him the story
of what had happened, but just thinking about it got me so horny. And now
getting boned up in this young jock's jock while he stared at me and
laughed at me was making me even hornier. He was right, I really was a
faggot.

"I can't believe this dude, I thought you were pretty cool. Or at least, a
normal guy. But I guess I was way wrong about you, you love sucking dudes
dicks! That's crazy man! How long did you dream about sucking Kyle for like
years? Haha! What a faggot, I bet you came on the spot when he let you blow
him!" Shane laughed.

I didn't see a reason to hold on to my dignity at this point so I just
admitted it. "Yeah, I did. I wanted his dick for years...I wanted to be his
bitch."

"Well fag, it looks like you got what you wanted. They clearly had their
way with you and left you to just sit around jerking off while you waited
for more." He paused for a second. "But you said they didn't want you to
touch your dick. Why was it out?"

Fuck.

"I couldn't help it, I had to jack off dude it was just too much." I said.

"Too much dick for your faggot ass to handle? Haha that's pathetic, dude."
Shane sneered at me. "I bet you're gonna get in trouble when I tell him you
did that, too."

He was right. "No! Shane, please! Kyle will beat my ass if he finds out I
jerked off when he told me not to! Please don't!" Shane was hysterical,
laughing at how pathetic of a faggot I was.

"Yeah cocksucker? Why should I care if Kyle beats your ass? Bitches gotta
learn." he got out between laughing fits.

"No, Shane. I'm begging you, please don't tell him. I'll do
anything. Anything you want." I pleaded.

"You don't look like you're begging faggot. You look like you're asking me
a favor, and like you're perving out staring at my crotch." He said,
suddenly getting a little more serious. He was right though, my eyes were
glued to the bulge in his basketball shorts. "If you're going to beg, do it
right."

I got up and knelt in front of him, purposely putting my face near his
crotch. I truly hoped that this was a game of his, that I was going to beg
him not to tell Kyle and that he would let me suck his cock. Kyle's brother
was hot, and I bet his dick was hot like Kyle's too. We made eye contact;
me on my knees looking up at him the way cocksuckers look at real men, him
looking down at me with a grin on his face, sneering, the way real men look
at pathetic, faggot, begging cocksuckers on their knees.

"Shane, I'm begging you not to tell Kyle that I jerked off. I will do
anything you want, just please don't tell him or he'll beat my ass."

Shane grabbed my head and shoved it into the crotch of his shorts. I could
feel his fat teen dick through the material pressing on my face. My cock
was rock hard.

"Oh yeah, cocksucker? And what do you think I want you to do?" he asked me.

"I'll suck your cock Shane, right here and now, however you want me to. Or
you can fuck me. It doesn't matter to me, I'll do anything." I told him.

He pushed my head back a little, and I waited anxiously for him to pull his
shorts down and pull out his teen jock dick. My mouth was salivating. Then
I got a crack to the side of the face. He had bitch slapped me.

"Hahaha you faggot, every girl in my grade wants to get on my big jock
dick. You think all I want from you is some fucking blowjob? Don't be
stupid. We both know you can't wait to blow me, and you'll do it whether
you're begging me to not have you get your ass beat or not. Look at your
boner, that jock is soaked and you haven't even seen my dick yet! Get up,
and get your fucking clothes on. We're going to the mall."

I stood up, confused. This was not what I'd expected at all.

"Shane, I can't go anywhere right now, I have to..."

"You have to what, faggot? You have to do what I say or else get your ass
beat when my brother comes home? By him and all your ex-friends?" He
demanded.

I realized that he was right and that I didn't have much choice. Those guys
were all big college jocks, and they would beat the shit out of me for
disobeying them. I got up and put my clothes on.

"Let's go, fag." Shane said and headed for the door. I followed him out.

The whole drive to the mall, Shane was on his phone. It sounded like he was
talking to some girl. He obviously wanted to fuck her. She would be stupid
not to let him. Shane had the same care-free, alpha male attitude that his
older brother had. And he had every reason to. He was hot as fuck. I'd
never really paid too much attention before, but now that I kept stealing
glances at him, every inch of his young jock body was toned and
muscular. His arms and legs were basically hairless, and his boyish face
and smile were perfectly and stylishly framed by his mop of brown hair. He
also had his brother's bright eyes, that could entrance you and make you do
anything he wanted, or could terrify you. A perfect little teen jock god.

When we got there, he told whoever he was talking to that he'd call them
later, and turned back to me.

"Give me your wallet." he demanded.

"What? Why?" I asked.

He looked around for a second and then sucker punched me in the gut. I
doubled over, he had knocked the wind out of me.

"Give me your fucking wallet, faggot. Don't make me ask you again."

I reached into my pocket and handed it to him, trying to get my breath
back.

"Good, here's 10 bucks. We're going to the sports store first." he told me,
handing about a 1/5 of my money back to me.

We walked into Dick's from the parking lot. As we walked in, he pointed at
the sign and laughed. "I bet this is your favorite store, cocksucker!" he
laughed. A couple around my age was leaving as we walked in, and looked at
me and chuckled when they heard what he said. I was embarassed, again.

"Alright, since you ruined my jock by getting your cum all over it, you're
going to get me a new one. And you're gonna ask one of the sales people to
help you find exactly the right kind." He explained.

"What do you mean? What kind do you want and what size are you?" I asked
him.

"Well fag, the one you're wearing right now was a little small for me. So,
I want you to get one size up from that. I want it to be stretchy in the
front, but snug. You and the salesman are gonna have to figure out what
size is best. Just go by what you're wearing now." he told me.

"But I don't even know what size this is, and the label is worn off. Can't
you just tell me what size you want?" I asked him.

"Don't push me faggot. I already told you what to do. It's up to you to
figure out how to do it. And you better do it fast, because that guy looks
like he's coming over to help us. I'll be wandering around the store." With
that, Shane walked away.

The employee that was approaching me looked to be about 17 or 18. He was
tall, very muscular, black, with a shaved head and chiseled face. I was
immediately embarassed that I was going to have to ask him for help getting
a jock, but I knew I had no choice.

"Can I help you find something, bro?" He asked me.

"Um, yeah. Um, uh, I'm looking to get a new jockstrap." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what do you need? I didn't hear you." He asked again.

"A jockstrap. I need a new one." I said, louder this time.

"Oh, alright. Do you know what size you need man?" he asked me.

"Oh, um, well I'm not sure." I told him.

"Uh, well ok. They're over here anyway." He started to lead me to the jocks
and protective gear section. I noticed his ass in his black pants and his
big broad shoulders through his small green polo.

When we arrived in the correct aisle, he gestured to the row of jocks of
different sizes and colors.

"Do you want a specific color? White or black?" he asked.

I didn't know, because Shane hadn't specified. But the salesman was hot,
and I was still horny from Shane's cocktease earlier, so I looked the
salesman in the eye and said: "I usually prefer black."

He smiled at me, but just said: "Oh well, alright then. But you don't know
what size you wear?"

I shook my head no. "I was hoping to just get one size up from the one I
have now."

"Well how are we gonna figure that out if you don't know what size you have
now?" he seemed like he was getting annoyed, but was still being polite.

"Well, I'm wearing my jock. If you can see the tag in the back I guess, but
it's pretty worn." I told him.

"Oh, ok then. I guess I'll take a look." He knelt behind me on one knee and
roughly pulled the back of my pants down about halfway down my ass,
exposing it to another young college-age kid in the aisle, who snickered at
me.

"Oh, I guess your tag was in the front." he said and came around to the
front, opened my fly and pulled the front down some too.

"Looks like you're wearing a youth extra large, or maybe an adult small?
Damn, you really like your jocks pretty tight." he informed me.

"Yeah, I guess I do" I stuttured, hoping he didn't notice my rapidly
growing dick.

"Usually you can kind of tell by the pouch, an adult jock has a bigger
pouch to hold a bigger cup. Let me check yours." He pulled the front of my
pants open a little bit more and that was it, my boner hit full mast. There
was no way he didn't notice, even as tight as the jock was.

"Ugh, your jock is all wet dude. But it looks like you're wearing a youth
extra large. So the next size up is a mens' small." he further informed me.

I decided to go for broke. "Yeah, I leak a lot when I get horny, can't
really help it." I couldn't believe I was saying that so openly to a
complete stranger, but I was so horny.

He just looked at me, down at my dick and then back up at my eyes. He kind
of shook his head, like he couldn't believe what I'd just said. I was sure
I knew what he was thinking.

"Well, if you want to try it on, you can. I'll unlock the changing room for
you." He told me. He grabbed the new jock and brought it with him as we
walked to the changing room. As we approached, he grabbed the key from the
girl who was working near the changing room and asked her if it was about
time for her break. She said that yeah it was and handed it to him and
trotted off after they shot the shit for a couple seconds. He turned to me
and said: "Ok let's get you in there."

He unlocked the door and let me go in. I went to shut it, until I saw his
big hand grab the door and pull it back open. I stood there, he shut it
behind him.

"So you're just a little faggot then, huh?" He told me, point blank.

"Uh, umm" I wanted to admit it, but it was still a little difficult for me
to get the words out.

"Don't bullshit me white boy. You come in here thinkin' you're all slick
with your 'I need help with my new jock' bullshit. But that ain't what you
really want, is it? You want this." He opened his pants to reveal an
enormous soft cock. It must have been 6-7" long, thick and veiny, with a
massive foreskin hanging off the tip.

I just stared at it. I was hard before, but seeing that monster sent my
boner into overdrive. I didn't know what to say, so I asked him: "Should I
try on the new jock?"

He slapped it out of my hand and said: "No you little white fag boy. You
think you'd look good in a black jock, but I think a black jock would look
better in you. Now get on yo' cocksuckin knees."

I did as I was told as he mashed his hardening dick against my face. I
immediately went for the head, shoving my tongue into his foreskin as deep
as I could. I loved uncut dick, and hadn't had any since I'd been sucking
cock in the bathroom at college. I used both hands to caress the rest of
his massive shaft, rubbing it against my face.

"Yeah bitch, clean my cockskin out, suck that shit good." he told me.  I
did my best to follow his instructions and tongued his foreskin deeper and
deeper, tasting the strong flavor of his manhood. His horsedick was getting
fatter and thicker the whole time, and I backed off slightly only to be
amazed by his semi-hard length of what had to be at least 10". I tried to
push his foreskin back but there was a ton of it, so I shoved by tongue
back in once I could see dickhead and started tonguing all over the head of
his cock. I let go and his foreskin rolled back over most of my tongue. It
tasted so fucking good.

"YEEAAahh, yeaahhh..." he moaned, "you love sucking my big nigga dick don't
you you faggot whiteboy cocksucker'." I moaned yes, as best I could with a
foreskin almost completely covering my tongue.

By now he was fully hard, and I could only marvel at the size of his
massive schlong. It was at least a foot long. 12+ solid inches of hard
uncut black dick right in my face. His foreskin still completely covered
the head, but now I was able to get it back over his dick without much
trouble. I dove down on his dick as best I knew how.

He grabbed both sides of my head and started to shove his dick in and out
of my mouth. His massive cock rammed the back of my throat, and it hurt
bad. I had just been skullfucked less than 24 hours ago, when Kyle's fat
cock buried itself to the balls in my throat. It hadn't quite recouped, but
this guy didn't know that and I doubted that he would have cared. All I
could really think about besides how bad it hurt my throat was that I
couldn't breathe. His massive cock was completely shutting off my ability
to take in air, and was so deeply in that even when he pulled part of his
huge cock out, there was more than enough in there to choke me. My eyes
were bugging out and tears were running down my face. But he just held on
to my head and jackhammered my face with his cock, going in harder and
deeper every time. My throat was being unnaturally forced open, and I was
gagging. He just laughed at the sound.

"Yeah choke on that shit faggot! What, too big for your faggot pussy mouth?
Well, then I hope you got it real wet. If not, I'd hate to be your pussy
ass right now!"

He shoved me backwards and I fell against the wall of the changing
stall. He lifted my legs up over my head, and knelt on the ground. I looked
over and saw feet shuffling around outside the changing room area. Anyone
that came in and heard something strange would easily look over soon see a
giant black dick raping my asshole under the door. That didn't seem to
matter to him though, as he forced his dick into my asshole brutally. My
ass was still sore, but luckily for me it hadn't been too long ago that I'd
been fucked so I was somewhat looser than I would normally have been. Not
loose enough, though. When his monster cock rammed into me, I couldn't help
yelling in pain. But he slapped my face and gave me a terrifying glare.

"You best shut the fuck up faggot, or Im'a beat the shit out of yo' ass
when I'm finished fuckin' it." He angrily told me.

I was crying, it hurt so bad and I couldn't help it. He covered my mouth
with his big black hands, which pressed my head against the side of the
wall. All in all, it was an extremely uncomfortable position. All of that
was more of a sidenote though to the agony that was my asshole at the
moment.  A foot of black dick was busy plunging itself in and out of my
asshole, brutally raping the shit out of my ass. My asshole was on fire, my
stomach felt like it was being stabbed with a baseball bat. But there was
nothing I could do, and he couldn't have cared less. He started pistoning
my ass as fast as he could, moaning the whole time. For as much pain as I
was in, he was obviously in great pleasure.

He continued to fuck me like that for about 5-10 minutes, I was in too much
agony to really have a good track of time. Suddenly, he told me to get
up. I could barely move, but managed to get to my feet. He pushed me
forward onto the bench, and I held myself up on my hands.

"Yea, thats better.. I'll be able to get deeper in now if I do you from
behind." he said, mostly to himself.

I couldn't believe that his dick could possibly get any deeper than it just
had been, but I soon found out that I was wrong. His cock shoved into me at
a new angle, and forcefully slid all the way into me. I knew it was all the
way because I felt his giant balls slap against my ass. He started to get
going again, and slowly but surely this new position started to work a
little better. His dick now had more of a straight shot into my ass, and
even though my asshole was still struggling to stay in one piece, the full
length of his huge cock was now rubbing along my prostate with every
thrust. Before I knew it, my boner was back to full mast, apparently
enjoying the assfucking I was receiving. I thought about how strange it was
that my dick was actually wired to enjoy this, that while other men lusted
after women and pussy, my dick lusted after getting painfully and brutally
assraped in the middle of roads and sports store changing rooms. Kyle had
been right about me all along.

The fucking sped up, and the guy doing me started moaning a little bit
louder.

"Ohhh...OHHhh...fuck yea FAGgot....unnhhh....take my big dick....little
white bitch.....unnhh....gonna get my....big load!!"

He pulled out and pulled me to the floor. He moved around me and jerked off
for about 2 seconds before his massive cumshot hit me across the face,
right in the eye. Half blind, I saw the rest of his load come flying out of
his massive cock, completely soaking my face and shirt. I opened my mouth,
and he aimed his dick at it, but it was way too much cum for me to be able
to swallow it quickly enough and it continued to pour down my chin and onto
my shirt. He finished cumming, slapped his dick on my face a couple of
times, then put it away and zipped up very quickly.

"Enjoy your new jock fag boy." He said without even looking at me, then
opened the door and left.

I looked at myself in the mirror of the changeroom, completely soaked in
his massive load. I wiped what I could off my face and ate it, and opened
my eye, which was now completely red and bloodshot. There was no way I
could get the rest of his cum off my shirt, so I just walked, or really
hobbled, back out into the store. Shane was standing there, waiting for me
to come out with a big smile on his face.

"Wow, you look like you had a good time. That is, for a faggot." He
laughed.

"Could you see what was going on in there?" I asked him, unsure of what
kind of spectacle it was.

"Of course I could, moron! You guys were doing it on the floor! Anyone that
looked in the dressing room area could see what you were doing! I saw him
take you in there so I came over to see what was up and man, you really are
a cockhungry little bitch! Seducing the sales clerk! What a faggot!" he
continued to laugh at me.

"Well, I got your jock. Do you want it?" I asked him.

"Hahaha. You're so stupid. You really thought I didn't know what size I
wear? I went and got the one I wanted when you were in there getting your
ass raped for the last 20 minutes. Now take it up to the register and pay
for it." He instructed me.

I noticed that he had bought himself all sorts of expensive underarmour
clothes and some wristbands with my money as well. I sighed, resigned to
the fact that I was going to be doing what he said regardless, so I took
the jock he had picked out to the register and paid for it with the 10
dollars of my own money that he had given me to buy it with. The
middle-aged man at the register looked me up and down, seeing and smelling
the cum soaked into my shirt and neck, and probably in my hair that I
didn't see in the dressing room, as well as my freshly cummed-in eye, and
gave me a look of pure, unadulterated disgust.

"Here's your stuff. Get the fuck out of this store, and get yourself
cleaned up. You should be ashamed of yourself." he told me.

He was right. I should have been ashamed of myself. But for all the shame
and embarassment, I was still incredibly horny about the whole experience.
We got in the car and drove back to Kyle and Shane's house. I gave Shane
the bag with his new jock, and he brough that and his other stuff
upstairs. I stripped back down to my jock like Kyle had told me to, and
Shane came back downstairs shirtless.

"Watching that sales guy fuck your faggot ass got me horny. So I'm gonna
let you blow me now." Shane told me. He went over and sat on the couch and
waited for me to come over to him. I got on my knees for him, and once
again looked over his beautiful teen jock body.

"Well, faggot? What are you waiting for? Suck my dick!" He demanded.

I reached up to the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off him. He was
sitting there in his grey underarmour briefs, his clearly large boner
straining the pouch. I eagerly pulled his briefs waistband under his balls
and surveyed a beautiful sight. His dick was probably just under 7" long,
fat and cut just like Kyle's. His balls were big, full, and hairless. A
tiny patch of pubes was right above his dick, amusingly trimmed and kept
neat even though there was probably barely any to begin with.

He looked down at me again. "Suck it!!"

I moved forwards and went down on him.  A kid who had once respected me,
looked up to me, now saw me for exactly what I was. A cocksucking faggot
that he was better than in every way, that he could use whenever, wherever,
and however he wanted. Who know had no problem stealing my money,
humiliating me in public, and making me suck his cock. Who was now just one
more in a line of real men who had made me their bitch. But first and
foremost, I was Kyle's bitch. And while I sat there on my knees, blowing
his little brother, I heard Kyle, Tyler, and Mike coming back in...


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