Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2011 20:11:39 -0500
From: Butt Boy <buttby@gmail.com>
Subject: Caged Chapter 8:  Double Crossed

I cycled into the yard, of course standing up because sitting down on the
seat was still uncomfortable.  As I rode into the yard whistling, I saw
Mike standing on the porch.  I put the bike in the shed and started toward
the house.  Mike had a mischievous smile on his face and I was wondering
why he was leering so.  As I started to climb the stair, still whistling,
Mike said, "Some little queer is very happy today.  Did you get fucked
again?"

I stopped in my tracks.  My face must have given me away because Mike
started to laugh.  "Caught you.  Bet you thought that you could keep your
dirty little secret from me, didn't you."

I finally summoned my courage to say, "Fuck off."

"Listen, Faggot," he said grabbing my t-shirt and pulling me right up to
his face, "I told you once not to say that or I would fuck you real good.
Now, don't go trying to deny anything because I now know and I want some
respect around here or I am going to make sure that Dad and the Minister
find out about you.  Then you will be in a cage for the rest of your life
if they have anything to say about it."

I was now shaking.  How did he find out?  Was he just guessing?

"Look Mike, I don't want anyone to get into trouble.  Can't you be a little
decent about this?"

"Maybe," Mike replied, "but I want some equal treatment.  Since you're such
a cocksucker, how about sucking my dick.  You seem to be hot for everybody
else's, so why not suck some juice from my balls."

What could I do?  In hindsight, I guess I could have said to fuck off again
and gone into the house.  After all, I didn't think he had seen anything.
But I wasn't thinking.  Hell, with my cock now screaming at the thought of
more sex, I was confused.  I had only sucked Brad's cock and I wanted to
try it again.  But I didn't trust Mike.  Something in his face was warning
me to be careful.

"OK," I said, "but you gotta keep this quiet.  If you say anything, I am
just going to deny it or say that you made me."

I noticed that he didn't look happy at what I had just said.  He was quiet
but then said, "get down on your knees faggot and start sucking dick."

I started to panic and looked all around the yard.  "We can't do it here.
Dad or Terry will see.."

"Don't worry about them, they are fixing the fences that Brad didn't
finish.  They will be gone for a while? Come over here and get on your
knees."

He sat on the wooden chair, opened his zipper and took out his cock.  It
looked just like Terry's but maybe a little fatter.  I followed slowly
looking all around when he said, "you are such a sissy.  I said get over
here and on your knees."  And he pointed to the floor between his legs.  At
this point, my cock was screaming again.  It wanted to get out and play but
I kept him hidden in my pants.  This was getting too dangerous.

I knelt down in front of him and he leaned back and closed his eyes and
said, "Get to work."

I approached slowly.  His cock was beautiful and it seemed to be calling
me.  His cock was plump but not erect and the slit looked a little moist.
I couldn't resist and I stuck out my tongue and let the tip graze the moist
slit.  Yup, it was that sweet nectar that I loved so much.  I could hear
him moaning and looked up to see his eyes closed with an intent look on his
face.  He was enjoying it.  I tried to swallow some more and he started to
tell me how good it felt.

"Oh, that feels real good faggot.  You can take a little more, sweetheart."

So I started to go down further while saliva was dripping down his cock and
onto my fingers as I started to massage the base of his cock.  I started to
go down even lower until his cock hit the back of my throat.  I started to
gag but something told me to just keep it there so that my mouth would get
used to it.  Sure enough, the gagging stopped and I started up again.  Now
it felt really, really good.  I loved the feeling of his cock head at the
back of my throat.  Gradually, I got more of it to go down further but the
head of his cock was so thick that it cut off my breathing.  I backed off a
bit and started to go faster sucking on his cock as my tongue tried to
surround the shaft.

Mike was really moaning now and his cock was getting real big, filling my
mouth like no other cock had.  Then, he started to cum and it was so strong
that I backed off and his cock came out and started to splat cum all over
my face and shirt.  He was breathing real heavy now and seemed to be in a
different world with his body shaking from the force of his orgasm.

I started to take the cum off my face with my hand and swallowed as much as
I could.

"Tastes good, don't it," Mike said.  "Better like it because you are going
to get a lot more.  Or maybe you want it up the ass instead.  What you say,
bitch."

"Mike, stop that.  Please don't call me Bitch or faggot or sissy or
anything else like that."  It sounded like I was whining and I guess I was.
All Mike did was look at me and leer - not smile.  What was he up to?

Just then, Dad and Terry drove up and Dad got out while Terry put the old
Ford away.  Dad came up the steps but didn't say anything.  But Mike
stopped Dad by holding his arm.

"Dad, look at Will," he demanded. "Look at his face.  It's covered in cum.
I was just asking him if he was sucking cock or something."

Dad came over to me and looked at my face.  Sure enough, I must have missed
some of Mike's cum.  Dad started to shake.  He took his finger and touched
some cum in my hair.  Dad just stood there.  He didn't say a word.  Mike
was behind him with that leer on his face.  Dad just turned around and went
into the house.  I ran toward Mike and started to swing at his face.  He
was much bigger than I so he was able to throw me off.

Just then, Terry came out and came towards us.  He started running over to
me.  "What's going on here?  What happened?"

"That asshole made me suck his dick and then told Dad I was a faggot."

"Is that true?"

Mike had that satisfied look on his face, "You bet I did."

Terry ran up the stairs and he started swinging at Mike and the two started
fighting.  Dad came out and stopped them and told us all to go to our rooms
saying that we were all grounded.

I went to my room and waited.  I decided that I did not want to be gay and
that I would tell Dad that it would never happen again.  Tears and sadness
overwhelmed me as if I had lost something important to me.  I would make it
all right -- tomorrow.