Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 14:11:28 -0800 (PST)
From: blbstee2@yahoo.com
Subject: Serving Justin, Chapter 2

Thus is chapter 2 of Serving Justin.  I hope those that enjoyed the first
will enjoy this chapter.  More coming if the interest is up.  Write me at
Blbstee2@yahoo.com Let me know your thoughts


Chapter 2


I know my face flushed hard when Justin told me he had his session with me
in his bedroom on tape in his e-mail to me.  I IM?d him and told him to
erase it immediately, but of course he wouldn?t and had no incentive to do
that.  My mind flashed through all sorts of scenarios, especially the ones
where he wanted to show any girlfriend I had or any girl I knew for that
matter.  He was turned on by the thought of showing them him dicking my
face, having them see they were dating a boy that was a dicksucker and let
another guy cum in his mouth.  He had said that twice when I was there,
smiling and making himself even harder with it and now again and I knew he
meant it.  But none of the scenarios with what he could do with that were
good for me. It would be little enough for him to show anyone.  He wrote me
as we IM?d that he was making a dozen CD copies of the session.  He had
several places to hide them.  ?I OWN YOU!? he wrote in pleasure.  He knew I
would be frantic.  And I was.  In response, I was bold, top jock like,
threatening at first, but that got me a lot of IM LOL?s.  And then I went
to reasoning, he had gotten his experience and at my expense, couldn?t it
be over now?  His answer was an abrupt ?NO?.  And then I was pleading.
Begging him not to do it.  He called me and I didn?t know how he got my
number, but it was easy enough.  Before I had left his house and biked
home, he had taken my billfold when I wasn?t watching and it had a lot of
information about me.  I was so surprised, distraught, wondering,
reflective and so many other sensations and emotions, I hadn?t missed it.
It was a large one, nerdy maybe.  It had pictures of my girlfriends or ones
that I wanted that to be and school activity ticket and some money.  But it
was the information he wanted and he had it.  My emergency numbers in case
of injury, where my Dad worked.  And my stepmom who is a bitch.  She wants
Dad?s money for her and her daughter, not even half sister to me.  We live
conservatively She hates me and I hate her, but we show to get along for
Dad.  Fears of all kinds loomed before me as the realization of the
information from my billfold and the more serious recording of me sucking
his cock to climax, licking his balls and cock and serving him like a fag
pussy ran wildly through my mind.

Anyway.  He called me by telephone a few minutes later, the IM?s being too
slow to get where he wanted to go.  He told me how hot it was that I had
sucked him. His voice raised a shiver in me as I realized he had a sort of
commanding, leading type of voice and I had succumbed to it and my?..my
what?  I had sucked him, let him have his dick in my mouth.  It
reverberated through me as I listened knowing that is how it was - me on my
knees and then with my face in his balls and cock.  He told me that it was
even better than he had thought or imagined it could be and he had another
bone one, maybe even harder than before he said with an almost threatening
growl of pleasure.  Having another guy down on his bone and balls was the
greatest and he intended to have it a lot more.  He described how entering
my face had made him feel such power over me as well as the pure pleasure
of getting dick sucked. How rubbing his large nutsack and rigid dick over
my face and making me take his nuts in my mouth one at a time and kiss them
was such a turn on for him from a sexual and power over another guy
perspective.  Especially, he said, a guy that liked girls and women and he
laughed.  ?Or do you?,? he said ?you were really good sucking dick man.  A
natural cocksucker.  Your mouth was so hot and wet and even firm as you
suctioned my dick?, and he laughed some, but with excited pleasure at his
recall.  He said he knew he had shot a lot of cum.  A real lot of cum into
my face. He was right.  It was a hard gushing flood when he shot into my
mouth.  He liked it he said.  Having his climax while buried in my face.
Of course he hadn?t really been buried that time, only what I bobbed down
to take, but I knew what he meant.  He was excited reminding me again of
his orgasm, his climax and his boy balls - a manufacturing zone for his
sperm and fluids and I had taken them in my mouth from his erupting dick.
He liked keeping me reminded that he was a jock and I was too, but I had
sucked him, had let him rub his balls and cock all over my face.  As he
talked of these, the memories of it came into my head as well, me dipping
my mouth over his bone while he was on his back, legs apart making way for
me to be between them, his eyes looking down at me, feeling the pleasure of
my mouth on him.  He enjoyed telling me he liked coating my lips heavily
with his precum and rubbing my face with his precum oozing cock.  But he
also told me he had found, on the bed, where I had let out so much of his
cum.  I had what had made it to my throat slide down into my belly, but not
the heavy filling of cum that had been in my mouth.  I had felt a choke a
few times as I had bobbed and taken too much of him, his mushroom head at
my throat opening and I would quickly back off, but when he shot his load,
I thought I would retch it out and had to pull up so not so much of his
dick was in my mouth, but he quickly filled that vacancy in my mouth with
his heavy cockcream, his sperm load, but feeling it shoot in my mouth and
towards my throat and the heavy, hot, thick nature of it made me retch
some, surprised by its force and volume.  I couldn?t help it, but I got
that under control with a couple of short gagging sounds, but knew I
couldn?t swallow it and as he relaxed back, the rigidity of his muscular
body subsiding, along with the subsiding of his prick as he relaxed. I
moved to the side and let it flow from my mouth as I gasped some for air,
and closed my eyes as what stayed, thick and cloying in my mouth, made its
way to my throat and I followed with several swallows which is what he
heard and made him moan in pleasure, as he lay back before me as I gasped
and he heard swallows as my saliva tried to wash what remained away from my
mouth and down to my gut.  But I know he thought his full load was in my
face and belly at that time.  But it wasn?t.  He told me while talking to
me by phone that he found it covered and soaked in the sheets where I had
let it flow from my mouth.  So much.  My face reddened and I lied that I
had taken it like we said, like he reminded me firmly that I had agreed. He
knew the truth and told me in a louder voice that I had broken my promise
to him.  I had said I would take it in my mouth and swallow and had not.
Next time you will he said.  I had to clean this up, change the sheets.
I?m never doing that again.  That is what your mouth and belly are going to
be for he said with a matter of fact voice, but one that held menace in it
too.  I said nothing, my mind knowing he held all the cards.

He started the conversation again, telling me he was done with my billfold.
I?ve got everything I need from it.  Come and get it.  ?NOW? he added.
I?ll have something else for you when you get here and I could hear the
smile in his voice.  Look me up on my web cam again, turn it on your PC and
I?ll show you.  He had sent me the site again.  I said nothing already
knowing what I would see.  It was his cock, bone hard again.  Only an hour
and a half later.  It was 10:30 p.m. now.  ?I?ve got another mouthful for
you cocksucker.? He said into the phone as I acknowledged I had the PC
screen on his webcam.  ?Oh yeah man.  Get over here and suck this man.  My
balls got another load for you.?  I told him I couldn?t.  My folks were
home and I couldn?t leave.  School was the next day.  That was when he sent
me sent me more of the CD video scene.  I licked my lips in nervousness.
My own dick surprisingly not hard, but not reatreated either.  Like my cock
was nervous and wondering.  My balls not sure what to do.  ?Okay?, I said,
?but I?m only coming for the billfold.  Nothing else.  I knew I had to have
that billfold back, even if he did get the information off of it.  I have
school tomorrow.? I said almost whining I realized, not something a
baseball and multi-sport school jock did I knew, but I felt trapped and no
way out.  The line was silent, his cock rigidly wagging on my computer
screen, his camera or his balls moving to get their shot in and I could see
them moving on their own in his nutsack.  ?They want your mouth
cocksucker.?, he said and hung up the phone.  I checked and could hear my
dad and stepmom going to bed.  I went out, telling them I was going to bed.
My dad asked how my visit tonight went since I had left a note that I was
going to a friend.  ?Okay?, I gulped out, face turning red, but he didn?t
notice.  ?Just some study.? I said, I won?t need to go back.  My stepmom
glanced up from her magazine at me, no love lost and I went back to my room
as I heard them head for bed themselves.  Within five minutes I was on my
bike again, heading back to where I had been less than two hours before.
To get my billfold, I told myself firmly.  That was all.  No more
cocksucking I promised myself as those very images of what I had done a
couple of hours ago filled my mind again.  I was on my bike and riding
towards his house for the second time that day.