Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 22:33:31 +0200
From: Naughty Bard <naughtybard@gmail.com>
Subject: The sweet life of a skater boy - part 3

The sweet life of a skater boy

by Naughty Bard

Warning: this story contains sexual acts (oral, domination, humiliation)
between young males.  If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your
country or state, please stop reading.

Hi guys!

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Chapter 3

Life was good. Real good, my friends! I mean, the summer holidays had just
begun, I was a carefree teenager and my relationship with Kieran was like
the best thing that had ever happened to me. Ok, I was his fap toy and his
cumdump, we had agreed on that a few days earlier, but who's to say that it
was necessarily a bad thing? I mean... it wasn't, right? What I'm trying to
say is that I felt great, ok? And it was thanks to him, although I don't
think he realized how much pleasure he was giving me. Seriously, I had
never been so fucking horny! All the damn time! I was beating off so often
and so viciously, my dick was actually starting to hurt. But I didn't care,
he was all I could think about. Literally! His face, his body, his smell,
his taste. Even thinking about the things he said would turn me on. I was
on fucking cloud nine all the time, humming happy tunes in the shower or
while I was getting dressed. My parents thought I was in love with some
girl or something. Yeah, right!

That morning I got ready, went out and started walking over to Kieran's, as
usual. His house was like four blocks away from mine and I was enjoying the
feeling of the sun on my face. I kept smiling and waving at the postman, at
my neighbors, at random people who probably thought I was crazy. Again, I
didn't care! I was in such a good mood!

I got there in less than ten minutes. It was elevenish and if I knew Kieran
he was probably still in bed. I let myself in and went straight to his room
upstairs but, strangely enough, I was proven wrong. That smelly pigsty was
empty.

"Kieran!?" I called.

"Kitchen!" I heard his voice downstairs.

I went down to him and when my eyes saw him my knees almost buckled. He was
eating a bowl of cereals sitting on a high stool wearing only the same pair
of blue boxers he had worn the day before.

"Hey!" I said cheerfully.

"Hey..." his answer was uncharacteristically grumpy as hell.

"You ok, man?"

"No I'm not!" he grunted.

"Uhm... ok..." I said tentatively "What's wrong?" he was pouting, the way
he used to do when we were little kids.

"It's my mum..." he replied glumly.

Oh boy! If I'd had a penny for every time I'd heard that! I pretty much
knew where that was going, so I just braced myself.

"Again?" I said sympathetically.

"Yeah! But this time she went totally ballistic! You should have seen her,
man! You're not gonna believe this!" he started angrily.  "She said if I
don't start cleaning my room 'regularly'..." he made quotation marks,
matching her high-pitched nasal voice with a disgusted expression "...she's
gonna stop giving me my allowance!" He finished throwing the bowl in the
sink.

"No way man, that's totally unfair!" I replied trying to sound outrageously
on his side.

"I know, right?!" he vented. "I'm not gonna clean it!" he stated "That's
the stupid maid's job, not mine! I'm a dude!" he ranted on. "It's
degrading! It's soooo beneath me it's actually fucking humiliating! I won't
do it!" he concluded stubbornly.

Go ahead, you can say it! He was a spoiled brat. Correct. I guess spoiled
rotten is probably even more accurate. But come on: rich parents, only
child... what did you expect? But he was my best buddy so...

"I hear you, bro!" I said.

"But I need my allowance!!" he fumed. `Need'? Not really. `Want' was more
like it. But to be fair his `allowance' was like four times mine and my
rents weren't stingy at all, so disobeying his mum meant saying goodbye to
a pretty nice weekly income he could blow on useless shit he was probably
gonna break or stop using after like a week. You gotta admit that's tough!

"Well...  then just... clean your room... maybe?" I suggested with a polite
rising intonation.

He looked at me like I was crazy: "No way! Weren't you listening? I said
I'm not gonna!" he snapped.

"Ok, ok, sorry, man! It was just a thought..." I said quickly with a tone
that was becoming more and more submissive by the fucking minute. And there
it was. It was like lightning had struck him. His face lit up as he was
looking at me with a shit eating grin.

"I know! Why don't YOU do it for me?" Ok, I have to admit I did NOT see
that coming.

"What? M... me?" I stammered.

"Yeah! Can't believe I didn't come up with that sooner! It's just perfect!"
he congratulated himself.

"But... but..." he had took me completely by surprise "...you just said
it's degrading and humil..."

I tried but. "Yeah, for me, but you're a fag!" he snorted.  "I'm sure it's
like second fucking nature to you or something! I bet you'll even enjoy
it!" he said boldly. Now would you believe me if I told you that he almost
had me? For the life of me I couldn't think of any real reason I shouldn't
have done it.

"Uhm... well..." I mumbled.

"Besides..." he pressed on, standing up from the stool and walking towards
me. "I think it's about time you started busting your ass a little if you
wanna keep getting a piece of this!" He threw his hand in his boxers and
started massaging his crotch. Panic.

"Are... Are you serious?" he smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty serious, yeah!" Total fucking panic!

"I'll do it!" I said instantly "Of course I'll do it!" he beamed.

"Awesome!" he put his arm around my shoulders in a buddy-like way "I knew
you'd see it my way, fag! Hehehe!!" he snickered. "So you'll clean my room
for me every day before my mum comes back from work?" he asked, his face so
close to mine. His long ginger hair was covering part of his cute piercing
green eyes.

"Yes Kieran!" I said nodding manically. He grinned, then ruffled my hair, a
gesture he liked.

"Cool! Come on then! I have a game to play and you got some pretty heavy
cleaning to do!" he told me cheerfully exiting the kitchen and walking down
the large entrance hall towards the stairs. I realized that I was breathing
hard and my palms were all sweaty. He had just threatened to deprive me of
my greatest joy, basically the only fucking reason I would get out of bed
in the morning. I know. Drama queen, right? But that's exactly how I felt.

I followed him upstairs like a little doggy.

"Alright fag! Everything you need is in that cupboard..." he pointed at a
small door in the hall "...and the hamper's in my bathroom..." he said
entering his room "Don't waste too much time sniffing my dirty underpants,
though..." he turned to me half snickering. "You only have like an hour or
so!"

He was right, we were gonna have lunch in that new pizza joint that had
just opened. I know it was stupid but I was looking forward to that, I had
even taken particular care in choosing what to wear that morning. I must
have looked pretty down-hearted while I was taking in all that mess,
though.

"Come on! Get busy! If you do a good job and you finish early I'll give you
a nice reward!" he told me and I looked up at him all excited.

"Really?" I said sounding like a kid on Christmas day. He snickered.

"Hehehe! Sure, fag! Now move it!" and he went to sit on the floor right in
front of the 50-inch TV where his PS4 was hooked.

`Now that's what I call motivation!' I thought. I was so pumped I could
have cleaned his whole house!

I began with his clothes. God they were everywhere. T-shirts, top-tanks,
wife-beaters, jerseys, shorts, socks and (luckily) boxers. They were all
lying on the floor because their owner just couldn't be bothered to pick
them up and throw them in the hamper. Noooo, that was such a pain! Well,
apparently that's what I was there for, right? I piled them up in a corner
after crawling under his bed to recover a couple of really nasty pair of
socks. When I was pretty sure there was nothing left I lifted the pile up,
went to his bathroom and before throwing it into the hamper I allowed
myself to take a single, good, long whiff at my buddy's dirty clothes. Even
if it wasn't fresh, his strong, masculine boy stench brought a blissful
smile on my face. It was a little reminder, if ever I needed one, of why I
was doing all that! Totally worth it!

I went back to the hall, got a garbage bag from the cupboard and started
collecting the trash. His room was so friggin' big my job seemed
neverending. Chip bags, burger wrappings, a couple of pizza boxes, candy
wrappers, water bottles, soda cans. I was on my knees picking them up one
by one while I could hear the hip-hop music coming from his skateboard game
together with the stupid cheers he would get from the stupid crowd every
time he did a stupid double flip or whatever! Did I mention I don't like
video games?

Anyways, I moved to the part of the room where he was, sitting on the
floor, cross-legged, his face screwed up in concentration while he was
furiously pushing buttons on his joypad. Silently I continued picking up
the trash all around him. Not a word from him. Well, that's not entirely
true. He was talking alright, but to the stupid game!

"You gotta be shitting me! A 7.2?! That was at least an 8, you
motherfucker!"  I didn't comment. I never did.

There was quite a lot of stuff in front of the TV but I didn't wanna
disturb him by blocking his view (it seemed rude), so I crouched down on
all fours as low as I could to pick it up. Of course he had to notice
that. He lowered his eyes for a moment and smiled at me: "You look exactly
like a dog!!" he said amused.

"Well, I didn't wanna..." I started but:

"Quiet! I'm playing!" he was already back to his game.

"Yes, Kieran..." I said apologetically and went back to cleaning.

I got to his other side, next to his bed. There was a big tissue box on his
bedside table and several balled up used tissues on the floor. Took me less
that an instant to notice they were cum-crusted.

"Wow! Those must be pretty old!" he said and I looked at him. He was making
a face. "Man, I sooo don't miss that!" he continued turning back to the
game "Cleaning my dick after cumming was such a drag! So glad I don't have
to do that shit like ever again!" he remarked pretty boldly. I smiled at
him.

"Does my tongue feel better than a tissue, then?" I asked almost a little
cockily, like I wanted him to admit that he had just given me a compliment,
even if it was kind of a weird one. He snickered.

"Yes, fag! If feels so much better, wanna know why?" he teased "Because I
don't gotta do nothin', I just chill the fuck out and watch you while you
do all the work for me with a smile on your face and you even thank me for
it! Hehehe!" he said with an overconfident smirk. "Now that feels pretty
damn great, fag, hehe!"

I smiled and in a half joke I said, "Glad to be of service!"

He looked at me for a long instant with a knowing expression then he said,
"Oh, I know you are, fag." he smiled and turned back to his game. It was
kinda awkward for a second. I mean, I was kidding. He knew that right?
Although... was I really?  I picked up one of the tissues and smelled
it. It was definitely his cum, no question about it and I distinctly
remember feeling a silly surge of disappointment because I hadn't been able
to drink it. All that precious cum wasted on a stupid tissue. No! Scratch
that! There were like six or seven tissues on the floor!! It seemed so
fucking wrong!!  I looked at him and found his eyes on me again. It was
like he was reading my mind, he immediately understood everything I was
thinking. He smiled totally self-satisfied: "Don't be sad, fag! I'm gonna
make you swallow so much of my spunk it's gonna start coming out of your
ears! Hehehe!" he said. I swallowed.

"Thanks Kieran..." I muttered and he smiled turning back to his game. I
resumed cleaning.

After about twenty minutes I had almost managed to pick up all of the
garbage and I was back on the other side of the room when: "Hey fag! I'm
thirsty!" he said looking at me. "Why don't you go get me a soda?"

"Yes Kieran!" I said automatically and sprang up on my feet. I had a
glimpse of his satisfied smirk before he turned back to his game. I went
down to the kitchen processing what had just happened. Whoa! That was an
order he had just given me. He hadn't even tried to sugar-coated it and I
had obediently done as he wanted. Now that was new! Ok, I know what you're
gonna say! It wasn't the first time. True, but so far he had only done so
during blowjob-time. This was a little different. Was I supposed to be
angry at him? Should I have told him to get it himself? Was it a big deal?

I didn't know what to make of it, frankly. Was it so wrong not to feel
offended or humiliated by it? Was it so wrong not to mind it at all? Not
even a little?  Probably yes, but what the hell!

Their fridge was seriously overstuffed. You would have thought ten people
lived in that house. There were like a hundred different types of sodas:
Coke, SevenUp, Sprite, Mountain Dew, Pepsi, Dr Pepper, so I did the most
logical thing I could think of. I grabbed one can of each brand, closed the
fridge door, rushed up the stairs, entered his room, kneeled down next to
him and let him choose. He looked at me with an amused smile. One of his
eyebrows was raised, maybe even he wasn't expecting that.  "Well, I didn't
know which one you wanted, so..." I said a little bashfully.

He gave me a shit eating grin. "Good thinking, fag!" He took a Pepsi,
opened it, took a long sip, then looked at me with a mischievous smile.
"Now put those back." he ordered.

"Yes Kieran!" was my answer and I heard him snicker right before I rushed
out of his room.

I took out the garbage, cleaned up his desk, made his bed, dusted the
furniture, hoovered the floor. Total cleaning time: about forty
minutes. All in all I was pretty happy with the result. Ok, the bedspread
looked a little crooked and you could still see some dust here and there
but compared to the state it had been in!

"Kieran, I'm done!" I said stupidly excited to show him what a good boy I'd
been. He paused the game, stood up and looked around. He inspected the room
for just a moment, and I swear I could feel my heart beating faster. I
wanted him to praise me but most of all I wanted him to be happy. Then with
a surprised expression he exclaimed,

"Wow! Great job, fag!" I smiled. "Definitely much better than what I would
have done!!"

"Really?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah! No straight guy could have ever done what you just did, fag!
Hehe!" I was actually happy to hear his words even if I understood they
were totally, completely, one hundred percent unfair, discriminating,
demeaning and shit. But, hey! I was so fucking happy I could piss rainbows!

"Thanks, Kieran!" He smiled.

"No problem, fag!" He was totally amused. "I suppose you want your reward
now, right?"

I nodded so enthusiastically I thought my neck would snap. He
snickered. "Get over here." I went to him.

"Lie down, face up." he said pointing to the floor. I did, putting my feet
closer to the TV but, "No, the other way." he corrected. Now my head was
closer to the TV. He had dropped his boxers in the meantime and I was
already biting my lower lip. How could he have all that power over me?

"Put your legs up." he ordered and I bent my knees, not really getting what
he wanted to do. But I was completely captivated by his awesome cock,
bouncing around while I was swallowing the excess saliva that was already
forming in my mouth. He picked a large cushion from a corner and put it
against my legs. Then, facing the TV, he placed his feet at both sides of
my head. He looked down at me as I looked up at his body. I felt so
insignificant compared to him; every single time I saw him naked I had that
same strong feeling of overwhelming, crushing inferiority. An irrational
feeling, sure! I couldn't fucking explain it but most of all I didn't wanna
fight it! What I mean is: that was ok, it didn't bother me, honest! I
didn't need to be as good as him to be happy, that much I knew for sure!

I smiled at him impatiently. I was actually trembling with excitement like
a fucking junkie who's missed his dose. He smiled then squatted on my face
and sent me straight to heaven! I lifted my head up a couple of inches so
that I could touch his filthy, disgusting ass. I moaned uncontrollably,
rubbing my nose and mouth on his warm, damp hairless cheeks.

He laughed, "Hehe! Bet your dick is already hard, you freak!"  Of course it
was! Rock hard!

He moved backwards a few inches, sat on my upper-chest, so that my lips
were basically glues to his ass, put his back against the soft cushion and
smirked down at me: "You're pretty comfy as a chair, you know? Hehehe!!"

I must've had the dumbest expression on my face because he laughed and
said: "Hehe! You're welcome, fag! Hehehe!!" I stayed still with all that
awesomeness right in front of me, waiting, drooling stupidly and wetting my
lips. He moved his hips slightly forward, pressing his hole to my face,
adjusting the cushion and finding the perfect position on his human seat.

"Aaahhhhh... Twenty full minutes to worship my stinky ass..." he told
me. "...Happy?"  I half laughed, totally boned up.

"You kidding me? It's awesome! Thank you so much!!!" He shook his head
amused. He knew perfectly well that I was waiting for his permission to do
anything at all and he was purposely stalling, clearly enjoying my sweet
torture. Then he smirked.

"Sniff it, bitch."

"Yes Kieran!" I plunged my face into his filthy cracks and started
sniffing, adoringly.  God, the smell was so nasty! I could tell he had
definitely taken a shit, probably right before I'd gotten there (no
surprise, it was the first thing he did in the morning) which meant the
odor was pretty recent and I was getting it full force. And all that was
perfectly mixed up with a colossal dose of his raging pubescent
testosterone and ripe stale masculine sweat which made it so pungent and
intoxicating and yet the most erotic thing on earth. Fuck, that was hot!  I
heard the music from his video game starting again.

"So..." he asked conversationally "...did you have fun cleaning my room for
me while I was totally kicking back and enjoying my well deserved game
time, fag?"

"Mmmmm.... yes Kieran..." I answered completely high on his boy smell.

"Hehehe!! Told ya, you'd love it!" he snickered. "And like I said I can't
think of anything more fitting for a fag like you!"  he remarked
contentedly. "You'll also have that to look forward to, from now on! Isn't
it great?!"  My forehead was pressed against his massive ballsack and my
impatient lips were caressing his shitter.

"Huh huh..." I agreed barely containing my lust. I was sniffing so hard
both through my nose and my mouth causing his skin and mine to start
perspiring.

"And being sent to fetch me a drink like a servant?" he pushed "Did that
feel good too?"

"Mmmm... yes Kieran..." I would have said yes to practically anything as
long as he would let me have all that! His smell was so strong, my mind was
going numb.

"Hehehe! Thought so! You're one weird fuck, you know that? Hehehe!" he
snickered

"Well, I'll make sure to remember that, fag! Hehe!!" I don't know why but I
knew there and then that he really was going to remember that. And boy was
I right!

"Kieran..." I moaned.

"What?" he said without looking at me.

"Please, let me lick it..." I said "...come on, man, I can't take it
anymore..." I pleaded. He looked between his legs and smiled.

"You wanna lick my ass, fag?" I nodded impatiently biting my lower
lip. "Why don't you beg for it?" he asked cheeky as hell. I didn't even
have to think about it!

"Kieran please! Let me lick it! I beg you!" I started shamelessly. "I wanna
lick it so fucking bad!" I finished sniffing it again.

"Why do you wanna lick it?" he asked me digging every second. He was
driving me crazy:

"I dunno... `cause..." I started breathing even more heavily "...'cause it
tastes so good and..." I managed.

"And?" he pressed with such an amused grin on his boyish features it felt
so right to be totally honest with him:

"Mmmmm... because it's dirty and I wanna... mmmmmm... I wanna lick it clean
for you..."

He burst out laughing. "Hahahaha!! Good answer, fag! Hahaha!!!" he
cackled. "Go ahead! Lick it! Hehehe!! Lick it as much as you like! Hehehe!"
I was so grateful.

"Thanks Kieran!" I managed to say before I opened my mouth and started
making out with his asshole.  "You sick homo!" he commented. He was right
of course, that was sick by anyone's standard, `homos' included,
probably. Then why the fuck was I so happy? I was giving a tongue bath to
the most disgusting part of his body and I was happy! So damn happy!

I don't know how long I worked on his shit hole. I could feel it twitch,
probably enjoying my tongue caresses (I certainly hoped so, anyways!). I
has so much spit in my mouth I had to swallow every few seconds. It was by
far the wettest, filthiest, most passionate French kiss anyone had ever
given. And in my screwed up brain I knew perfectly well that was the only
part of his body I was ever gonna French kiss. No. It was way more than
that. What I knew without a doubt was more along the lines of `that was the
only part of his body I deserved to French kiss'. Yeah. He hadn't said it
exactly like that but I knew that's what he had meant and I knew that he
was right. It felt so good doing that for him while he was drinking his
soda, belching loudly and playing his game totally on easy street! I
would've done it for a whole day!

He let me enjoy myself for a few minutes without speaking to me. I kept
moaning softly, not to disturb his game. Then he looked at me with a
devilish expression. "Hey fag!" he said and I looked at him.

"Mmmmm?" I said without stopping to slobber.

"I got somethin' for ya!" he said cheerfully "Bet you're gonna love this!"
he added half laughing "See, I gotta fart real bad..." he went on "...and
there's no way I'm getting up, this is too fucking cozy..." he continued
"...so I've decided I'm gonna fart in your face..." he finished grinning. I
stopped licking for a second and looked at him still a little dazed from
his smell. "You don't have a problem with that, do ya?" he asked with a
smirk.

"Uhm..." I didn't know what to say but he answered for me.

"Of course you don't!" he snorted "Why would you? You're just a fag,
right?" he asked stressing that `just' like he wanted to test me to see my
reaction. I hesitated, then nodded. He snickered approvingly.

"Good! hehehe! Keep tonguing my asshole though, you don't wanna miss the
taste, do ya?"

"No Kieran..." I immediately obeyed and he laughed smugly, shaking his
head: "Alright, here it comes, bitch!" and I felt his hole opening up as he
let out a long, big, loud, nasty ass fart. It hit me full on and I got to
experience it with all my senses. My lungs were suddenly full of that foul,
disgusting gas, and so was my brain. I coughed a couple of times.
"Aaaahhhhh!!" he said satisfied "That was fucking liberating, hahaha!!" he
laughed.  "How was it for you?" he asked amused.

I was confused. That smell was way stronger than what I had experienced so
far. Which was exactly what I told him: "It was... so... so strong..." I
said with an uncertain voice. He broadened his smile totally seeing through
me.

"You loved it, didn't you?" I didn't answer "You fucking loved it!" he
exclaimed in a mixture of surprise and amusement. I couldn't hold his gaze
and I fixed my eyes on his ballsack.

"Holy shit, man! You're pathetic!" he said in a mocking voice "You just let
me fart in your fucking face and you fucking loved it! Hahaha!!!" I stuck
my tongue out and started licking again, anything to avoid his eyes. He was
right of course, I knew that. "That is so fucked up, dude! You have zero
dignity! Seriously! How can you look at yourself in the mirror?" I kept
licking "I mean I couldn't even get out of bed if I were THAT much of a
loser!" he happily continued his verbal abuse. I felt my cheeks burning.
"You're a pathetic, lowly, stupid faggot bitch, that's what you are!" he
said amused, slowly stressing every adjective. I didn't answer.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, dickbreath!" he continued in the same tone. I
looked up at him.

"I'm... I'm sorry Kieran..." I felt so completely ashamed, I didn't know
what else to say. All that happiness seemed to have drained away from
me. Pouf! Gone, just like that! I wanted to cry. I really did. My emotions
were a fucking mess! Was I fucking PMSing?!?!  But he shrugged
devil-may-care style: "Well, it's not like there's something you can do
about it! Can't change what you are, can ya? You just gotta accept it!" he
said. Then he smiled "Don't worry about it, though! I'm still gonna let you
do all this shit!" he assured with a grin. I looked at him.

"You... you are? Really?" I asked anxiously "You don't hate me, then?"

He snorted. "Course not! You're the nicest toy I got, remember?" he said
with that arrogant face and I couldn't help but laugh a little. He joined
in.

"I guess..." I said feeling relieved already.

"But I want you to say it out loud!" he told me "Tell me WHAT you are." he
looked at me expectantly like a teacher who's just taught an important
lesson to his student... no, not exactly...  maybe more like a... dog
trainer. Yeah, that's more like it. I hesitated. "Come on! You'll feel
better!" he encouraged me. I took a breath.

"I'm a pathetic, lowly, stupid faggot bitch who loves smelling your farts!"
I stated confidently.

"Hahahaha!!! Awesome! Fucking awesome!! Hahaha!!" he cackled "Well there's
plenty more where that came from, bitch!" he said then touching his flat
stomach. I stared at him for a moment as he was looking down at me enjoying
the very comfortable position I had put him in with such a smug, satisfied
look. Then he said:

"Aren't you glad you told me you're a fag?" I smiled at him, a little
bashfully.

"Yes Kieran... I am..." he shook his head, amused.

"Fucking loser..." he commented half snickering and turning back to his
game.

I started licking his ass again, furiously this time, making sure to lap up
every bit of filth and sweat his awesome body had produced (it felt)
especially for me and clean him perfectly, between his cracks and up to his
ballsack, even the parts of his cheeks I could reach. I was happy again. I
felt so lucky. I know it sounds crazy but somehow I knew Kieran, in his own
weird way, had my back. I could trust him, I was sure of that.  I went back
to his tasty hole and started making out with it again. He suddenly grabbed
my hair, pushed my face hard, bit his lower lips and... a bomb exploded in
my mouth: "Eat this, bitch! Hehehe!" my cheeks inflated so much it felt
like his fart was coming out of my eyes. I had to swallow this
time. "Aaaaaahhhhh! This is so much fun! I love doing this to you!
Hehehe!!" he let go of my hair.

"Cough... cough... thanks... cough... Kieran..." I managed. He smirked but
didn't answer, he was too busy with his game.

At about 12:30 he put down his controller, stood up, stretched, yawned and
finally looked down between his feet, where my head was: "Alright fag, I
gotta go."

I was a little disappointed but: "Uhm... Sure... I'll get ready, there must
be like a hundred people in line..." I said sitting up. He frowned at me.

"What? I didn't tell you?" he asked surprised:

"Tell me what?"

"We're not going to the new pizza joint, I changed my mind and made other
plans with the guys, sorry..." he said not showing a single ounce of
remorse. By `the guys' he obviously meant his other friends, his skateboard
posse.

"Oh... uhm... ok..." I said glumly. That fucking hurt, I have no problem
saying it. But don't be too harsh on him, come on! It wasn't his fault! He
probably didn't even notice how bummed out I was. He wasn't trying to be
mean or anything he was just being himself, I already told you that other
people's feeling weren't very high on his priority list, didn't I? He
wasn't even looking at me anymore:

"Shit..." he said looking back at his butt. Then he turned to me.

"Hey, gimme your shirt." he said holding out his hand. I frowned but took
it off and gave it to him. He grabbed it, balled it up, bent over a little
and started drying up my spit from his ass. He did that slowly, moving his
hand up and down for several seconds, smirking at me all the while. Then he
rubbed it on his pubes and cock and when he was satisfied, he threw it in
my face:

"Here! Little present for my stupid little bitch, hehe!" I smelled it and
what do you think I said?

"Thanks Kieran..."

"Sure, hehehe!" He gulped down the last of his Pepsi, crushed the can in
his fist, and threw it on the floor in front of me with an insolent
burp. He then gave me another one of his smirks: "Don't forget to pick it
up on your way out." he said.  "Yes Kieran.", I said obediently. He
laughed.

"Hehehe! You know I sure love it when you say that with that faggy,
submissive tone of yours, hehe!!" he mocked "It's totally appropriate,
don't you think?"

I considered it for a second. Everything he said was so dead on! How could
he be so right all the time? I just smiled a little mischievously, bowed my
head until my forehead touched the floor in front of him and said in a
purposely excessively adoring tone: "Yes Kieran!"

"Hehehe! That's what I'm talking about bitch! It's fucking hilarious!
Hehehe!!" I looked up glad to see him having so much fun. I was being silly
and he knew that but I could tell he was laughing at me, at how truly
pathetic I was, no question about it, because he knew, as well as I did,
that what I had just done wasn't at all far from my true feelings towards
him. Yet I was glad I could entertain him and I was actually smiling. He
finished his laughter with delight then: "Oh, by the way..." he said
scratching his balls "...I also want you to do my laundry..." he pointed
his thumb back at the bathroom "...my mum wants me to do that too but come
on!" he snorted "Let's be serious!" he said it like the thought of it was
so unreasonable it had to be a joke.

"Oh... uhm... ok..." I said maybe not too excited but still so eager to
`help him out'. He was helping me after all. Big time!

"Cool!" he said grinning.

"But... like... how often?" I asked. He frowned:

"How the fuck should I know, bitch?" he said "I just want my fucking
clothes to be clean when I need them!" he wasn't angry, just surprised by
the stupidity of the question. He was right of course. Yet again!

"Yes Kieran. Sorry I asked..." He snorted. "I'll... I'll come back and do
it right after lunch, while you're out."

"Good bitch!" he said satisfied walking in front of me and patting my cheek
a couple of times and going then towards the bathroom "Keep your phone
handy, I'll text you when I need to get my rocks off, ok?"

"Yes Kieran, thank you..." I said looking at the ass I had so passionately
licked for half an hour.

"Later, fag!" and with his foot he shut the bathroom door loudly.

I put on my now wrinkly t-shirt, picked up the can and got out of his
house.

I didn't go home, though. Not yet. If I couldn't have lunch with him I was
gonna watch him from a distance. That's how bad I wanted to spend time with
him. I hid behind a mailbox and waited for him to come out. Pitiful, you
say? You betcha! Also creepy, right? I know, but at that point, did it
really matter?

Five minutes later his front door opened and Kieran was on his way. I
started running after him. It wasn't easy to keep up with him, I didn't
have a skateboard. From what he had told me I thought he was gonna go to
the park with his friends but he wasn't. He was going towards the beach and
I could feel a nagging sensation growing in my gut.  I was panting heavily
by the time he reached the parking lot in front of Luigi's, the new pizza
joint we were supposed to have lunch at. There he met his skater friends. I
saw them saying hello, laughing, high-fiving each other and horsing around
for a while. Then I followed them with my eyes until they got in. I was
stunned.

He hadn't made `other plans', the plan was the same; I simply wasn't part
of it anymore.

`That's because THEY're his friends, YOU're just his plaything, you know
that's true!' the voice inside my head kept repeating insistently while I
did my best to fight back a couple of tears. A few seconds passed. Then I
swallowed, took a deep breath inside and slowly I smiled, sure and
confident.

"Yeah... I AM his plaything..." I said under my breath "...and I'm fucking
proud of that!" just saying it felt so good. I was definitely gonna skip
lunch and go back to his place to do his laundry. Who needed food? Licking
his filthy ass had given me all the energy I needed.