Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 13:57:00 -0800 (PST)
From: lbcumlvr <lbcumlvr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wink

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual.  Please write: lbcumlvr@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you
like my story.  This story is a work of fiction based on childhood fantasies.

When I was 14 years old I had already had a number of sexual conquests with
a neighborhood friend and a cousin.  I think most of it was fairly
innocent, just some rubbing and measuring of cocks and such.  I didn't
consider myself gay.  In fact, I thought I would be quite the pussy hound
in my teens.  It wasn't until I was 14 that I was first introduced to being
used by a man.

Wink wasn't a man by much, maybe 16 years old, and he was my uncle's
friend.  As such, he was a frequent visitor to my grandparents' home;
sometimes he was an overnight guest.  He stood 5'11" and had sandy brown
hair.  Wink probably weighed in at 155 pounds, with a tight, strong body.
He certainly believed he was a bad ass.

At 14, I was well into puberty.  I was about 5' 7", 135 pounds and had
noticed that my dick was getting bigger.  When I got a hard-on, it was just
over 6 inches long, and it was thick.

When you spent the night at my grandparents' home, you got a small, foam
pad for a bed and a hand made quilt to cover yourself.  These were usually
tossed on the middle of the recreation room floor in the basement.  I
remember walking in on a sunny Sunday morning to discover Wink and my Uncle
Phil on these makeshift beds, separated by about a foot

I must have been making a lot of noise.

"Would you keep it down, you little fuck?  I'm trying to sleep here,"
grumbled my 17 year old uncle.

"I came down here to watch TV," I replied indignantly.  "Grandma said I
could."

I heard him mutter something about my being an annoying little shit as he
crawled out of the bed and headed to the bathroom for a piss.  His morning
hard-on tented his tighty whiteys.  From where I was sitting the damned
thing looked enormous.  The huge head, pushed up and to the right, was
almost poking out the band of his underwear.

I turned on the TV and cranked the volume as Phil left the room.

"Goddammit!  What the fuck...!!"  Wink was clearly annoyed by my presence
and the affect it was having on his ability to sleep.

"Oh, it's you," he said.  "Why the fuck are you waking me up, you little
faggot?"  He threw the covers back, revealing a flat stomach with a trim
trail of hair running into the top of his underwear.

I tried to ignore him and concentrated on the television, but I could see
him out of the corner of my eye.

He rubbed his eyes and said, "Hey, fag, I'm talking to you."

I turned my head toward him as he pulled the front of his underwear down
below his balls, revealing a soft, but impressive dick.  With his free hand
he grabbed his cock and shook it at me.

"Here you go fag.  I know that you want it."  He wagged his dick a few more
times as I brought my attention back to the television in another effort to
ignore him.

Wink grabbed the pillow on Phil's bed and threw it at me, causing me to
spill the soda I had snagged from the fridge on my way downstairs.

I opened my mouth to scream for my grandmother, but Wink was on me before I
could utter a sound.  He grabbed me from behind.

"Don't you do it, you little faggot.  Don't you fucking dare," he snarled
as he covered my mouth with his hand He pulled my arm hard behind my back.
His bare chest pressed against my back.

Wink placed his mouth near my ear and said, "I'll break your mother fucking
arm if you don't keep your fucking mouth shut."  He pulled my arm a little
harder for emphasis.  "I swear to God, I'll break it.  You gonna shut up?"

I nodded an affirmative, tears beginning to well in my eyes.

Wink shoved me to the couch and flopped down beside me.  He snatched the
remote from my hand and began surfing the channels.

I was furious.  And in that fury I listened to some arrogant voice that
insisted I had a right to be there and Wink didn't.  After all, it was my
grandparents' home, not his.  I didn't want him to win; I didn't want him
to run me off.  That was my mistake.  I should have admitted then and there
that I was beaten and found another way to entertain myself.  I think
things would have been a lot different if I had done that...

But I sat there, next to this brooding teenager that was pissed at me.  I
sat there and stared at the television set, hoping he would soon follow my
uncle's exit.  Wink, however, showed no signs of leaving soon.  He
continued flipping the channels, stopping on every stupid sports channel.

"Get off the couch," he ordered.

I turned to look at him incredulously.  I opened my mouth to ask him to
repeat what he had said only for him to place his foot on my face and push
me away.  I almost fell off the couch.

"Get the fuck off the couch," he barked.  Wink began pushing my ass toward
the edge of the couch with his feet.  I said, "Get the fuck off of the
couch.  I don't want to sit next to no fags."

Wink couldn't quite push me off, but he could make sitting there
uncomfortable.  He began kicking me repeatedly and with increasing force.
I finally gave in and moved to the floor.

I stared at the television.  Surely he would leave soon.  I could hear my
parents and grandparents talking in the kitchen upstairs.  I wished someone
would come down and see what was going on.  "Where's Phil," I thought.
Then I heard his voice as well in the mix upstairs.

I glanced at Wink.  He pulled the front of his briefs down, grabbed the
base of his cock again and shook it at me.  "Get a good look at it faggot.
I know that's what you was trying to do."

I looked away quickly but not before noticing that Wink's was much larger
than the other cocks I had seen.  Thick and long, I was surprised at what I
saw.  My throat was dry and the room seemed hot.  I licked my lips.

"I knew it.  You are a fucking faggot.  A cocksucking faggot.  You want to
suck my cock don't you?"

I had had enough.  "Look, Wink, I'm not a fag, ok?"

"Right.  You look like a fag to me.  And fags like suckin' cock.  I saw you
lookin'.  Hell, you were practically drooling."

"I wasn't looking at your cock.  I was...seeing what you were doing."

"You were lookin' at my cock.  I know it.  I saw you.  You know it too. You
want to suck my cock. "

My face was turning red.  I turned and faced the television.  I apparently
thought there was someway I could leave this situation with my dignity
intact.  The reality was quite different.

Again Wink pulled down the front of his shorts, revealing that huge cock of
his.  I could feel him staring at me and noticed him reaching for his dick.

"I didn't get laid last night, and this big guy needs to unload...Get over
here and suck my cock."

I stared at the television.

"Ok," I think, "How can I get out of this situation?"

By now, Wink had begun stroking his cock slowly while glaring at me.

"Get over here and suck my cock, faggot."  There was a new tenor to his
voice this time.  It was demanding and full of contempt.  "All you queers
are alike.  You love to suck cock and eat cum.  Well, I've got a wad of cum
for you."

I was really getting scared now.  My heart was racing, and I could feel my
face burning.  My eyes were darting from the television to Wink's cock and
back again.  Every time I looked at his dick it was bigger than before.
Wink's stare intensified.  I didn't want to suck his dick, and I didn't
know how I was going to get out of that room.  I glanced at the door, which
was located behind Wink's right shoulder.  I thought maybe if I left now, I
could walk away no harm, no foul.

He noticed my glance, laughed a bit and said, "You aren't going anywhere
until you blow me.  You can just get that out of your head right now.  We
didn't get laid at that party last night, so your mouth will do.  Come over
here and suck my dick."

His dick still wasn't fully hard, but it was noticeably bigger.  Wink stood
next to me, his dick inches away from my face.  He grabbed his cock and
rubbed it against my cheek.

"Suck it," he whispered.  Although it was a whisper, there was a lot of
force behind the words.  "Suck it."  This time as he said it he smacked my
face with his cock.

"Wink, stop," I pleaded.  "I don't want to suck your cock, and I'm not
going to."

He laughed again.

"Oh yes you are, and I don't give a damn what you want to do.  So suck my
cock you little bastard."  He slapped my face again with that big dick.

I stared at the TV again in some desperate hope that this would all just go
away.  It didn't.  Wink moved a little closer and smacked my face again
with his dick.

"Suck it."

He rubbed the head of it across my lips.  I started to protest again, but
when I opened my mouth to say something, he pushed the head of his dick
inside.  I jerked my head back in revulsion, unable to believe that he had
just shoved his cock inside my mouth.  While I was trying to process that
thought, Wink stepped completely in front of me, pinning my shoulders to
the frame of the couch with his legs and pushing his cock into my face.  I
could only pull away so far, and given the length of his cock, I couldn't
get away from it.  It appeared to be about 9 inches long and it was thick!
Wink pushed his cock forward, stabbing me in the cheek with it.

"Suck it, faggot.  Suck it."

Every time he said those words he pushed his cock into my face again.  He
was aiming at my mouth but I kept turning my head.  Finally, he grabbed my
hair and pulled back hard.

"Open your fucking mouth, faggot.  You are going to suck my cock."

He pulled again, and I relented.  I wanted the pain to stop, so I opened my
mouth.  I opened my mouth and Wink's big cock pushed its way into the hole.

"You'd better not fucking bite me.  If you do I'll beat the fuck out of
you.'

For emphasis, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped my face with
it again.  A ropey mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum trailed off my
face.  Tears welled up in my eyes as he pushed the head of his dick back
into my mouth.

He began inching it into and out of my mouth slowly.  I got a little bit
more of it each time he pushed forward.  When he hit my throat for the
first time, I gagged.  Quickly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.  He
slapped my face hard, this time with his hand.

"Relax your fucking throat, idiot.  You're taking all of this monster, so
you had better get used to it.  So open your throat, bitch."

He rammed his cock back into my mouth, this time well passed the entrance
of my throat.  I could feel him inching into my throat.  He would move it
forward just a bit and stop.  I couldn't breath and was starting to panic.

Suddenly Wink pulled his cock all the way out.  I inhaled quickly and
briefly.  Wink's cock had found its target again, and this time he seemed
intent on getting all of it inside of me.  He pushed through my mouth again
and plunged down my throat.  This time he went further than before.  He
began fucking my face.  In between each thrust I gasped for air, hoping I
wouldn't choke again.

"Yeah, take that fuckin' cock you little faggot," Wink growled while
slamming in and out of my throat.  "All you fags are alike."  He grabbed
the sides of my face and began fucking faster.

"Take my big cock.  Take it!"  He was really raping my mouth and throat at
this point.  "Yeah, bitch....eat my cock."

Wink then pulled his cock all the way out of my mouth and tugged on it a
couple of times.  A large amount of pre-cum began to ooze out of its head.
Quickly, he pushed the head to my face and smeared the pre-cum on my lips.

"Get ready, fag.  I'm about to give you what you want."

He forced his cock back into my mouth and began fucking my face again.
Somehow, his cock seemed larger than before.

"Oh, yeah.....take my cock.  Mmmm.......yeah......you love suckin' my cock
don't you fag?  Yeah.....get ready to eat my load."  He fucked my face with
a vengeance, with no regard for me or my comfort.  He fucked my face like
it was his, like he owned it.

"Here it comes, fucker.  Get ready, fag!"  He pulled his cock all the way
out of my mouth and began spraying my face with cum.

"Yeah....fuck you!!"  Still cumming, he pushed his cock back into my mouth.
"Eat it, fucker!  Fuckin' eat my cum!"

Cum leaked from the corners of my mouth as he continued to push his cock in
and out.  I swallowed as much as I could, but he kept cumming.  Finally, he
pulled his cock out of my mouth.  It was slick with spit and cum.

"Clean it off, faggot," he demanded and I instinctively used my tongue to
clean his cock.

"You're disgusting," said Wink.  "I can't believe you just sucked my cock.
That's low man.  Just like a bitch.  Now you're cleaning the cum off of it
with your tongue.  You really are a fag."

I cleaned his cock thoroughly, dismayed at what I had just done.

"Whoa!!  What the fuck is going on here?" I heard my uncle say as I was
licking Wink's cock clean......