Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 18:07:29 -0800
From: Joe Webster <joelaw@inreach.com>
Subject: Joey's Awakening, Part 6
JOEY'S AWAKENING
(Part 6)
That night after coming back from my Uncle Craig's, I had the wildest
dream! In it, I was naked, in a big room like some kind of warehouse,
crawling around on my hands and knees, and everywhere I turned, there
was a hard, dripping cock. As one would use my mouth and shoot off in
it or on my face, the cock would move away and another one would
appear. It was like I was some kind of sucking milking machine, as
cock after cock was offered to my mouth and I took it in. At one
point in the dream, I looked out the side my eye and in the hazy
distance it seemed there was an endless line of cock. I could see the
partial bodies of the men as they stroked their dicks or just thrust
them out, waiting for me. I was such a vivid dream and as I moved
from one cock to the next, could taste and feel the hard velvety
texture as each one slid between my lips. I would moan and start
sucking as soon as the cock touched my lips.
The dream was so vivid, so exciting and through it all, the men seemed
to line up, waiting for me, waiting for my mouth. I don't know how
many cocks I sucked, how many loads of cum were fed to me or shot on
me. It seemed endless and I just moved from one to the next. At one
point, two hands came out as I moved my mouth onto the cock pointed at
me, and my head was locked between the two strong hands. My head was
angled up and I could see a dark cockbush leading to a belly, covered
in a wide line of dark hair that moved up and around the bellybutton,
then, up to a chest. The pecs were dark and covered in deep black
long hairs, circling around the nipples. I let my hands slide up to
the two quarter sized circles, pulling at them, hearing a moan escape
from the man I was servicing.
He locked his hands in my hair and drew me down and back on his cock
as his hips picked up speed and soon, I was sliding my arms around his
waist, holding on to his hard butt cheeks. As I felt them bunch and
thrust forward, the big cock was spearing into my mouth and throat.
My face was crushed into the dark hairy bush at the base of the cock
as I heard over me, "Suck it fag bitch! Suck that big cock you
fucking fairy faggot cocksucker! Eat it all bitch! Service that
cock! Use that cunt mouth of yours faggot! Yeah, please your man's
cock! Service me whore, service me you fucking cock whore!!" In the
dream I moaned and sucked, excited by the way the man was using me,
forcing me to take every inch of that big cock as it speared in and
out of my mouth. The words he was shouting only added to my
excitement and then, I woke up, my body shaking, my legs spread wide
as my cock shot up onto the underside of the sheet covering me.
I tore the sheet off as my orgasm wracked my body. My skin was bathed
in sweat and it was dark, but the moonlight still coming in from the
window shone on my body. I could see my stomach muscles bunching as
my hips writhed and my cock shot again and again. It was so much, my
balls were aching. But then, as I looked down at myself, this was not
the first time I had shot on myself. I must have cum on myself two or
three times while I had been dreaming. I lay there, gasping for air as
my body relaxed, eased from the wild sensations that had my tit nubs
hard and almost straining against my chest. I touched them and my
body shivered and shook and I felt a strange tightness in my ass hole.
I touched them again, and felt that twinge inside me again.
I slid my hand down through the mess on my belly and crotch and spread
my legs widely. I slid my hand down to my ass hole, touching it,
stroking it, as I rubbed the other hand over my hard nipples. I
groaned as I felt the tight muscle squeeze against the tip of my
finger each time I slid my hand over my sensitive nipples. I could
feel the cum I had shot running down between my legs, running against
my finger at my hole. I don't know why I did it, but I pushed in with
the finger the next time I stroked the other hand over my tit nubs. I
groaned am my ass hole seemed to open up for the finger and then,
clamp down on it. I shoved the finger in harder, shivering as I felt
my hole open, then tighten harder on the intruding finger.
As more of my cum slid down to my hole and working finger, I pushed it
in and out harder, then faster, feeling the tight muscle relax and
then tighten, my body shaking as I writhed on the bed. Suddenly, I
was shoving two fingers into my pulsing hole, excited by the way they
were stretching my hole, and my hole contracting on them. I was
moaning and groaning in ecstasy and could have cared less about
anything but my own pleasure at that moment. Suddenly, the door
opened and there was a figure standing there. In the light from the
moon coming through the window, I saw the big cock of who ever it was
rising from the forest of dark hair surrounding it. Then, it was like
I realized what the person could see. I didn't know who it was, why
they were standing there, but I quickly grabbed the sheet and covered
myself.
I rolled into a fetal ball as I laid there, hearing the person gasp as
he turned and walked away, closing the door after him. I lay there,
shivering in fear, shock, I didn't know what. What if they had been
standing there all the time, from the time I woke up till I saw their
shadow!? Who was it? Gary, Tim, my dad, oh no, not my dad, he, he, I
didn't want to think it was him, I didn't want him to see me the way I
had been. I lay there, my fear making me shake and I squeezed my legs
together tightly. As I did, I could still feel my cum between my
legs. The sensation seemed so wild and exciting, my crotch filled
with cum, I moaned and then, fell to sleep, sleeping soundly, till I
heard noises down stairs.
I pulled the sheet back and looked at myself. I was a mess, the sheet
was a mess. I had shot onto myself so much, some was drying and it
sort of cracked as I moved checking myself out. I waited till it was
quiet up stairs and crept out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I
quickly got into the shower and began to wash off the traces of cum on
my body. As I did, I remembered the time in the shower when Uncle
Jake had pissed on me. I leaned against the wall and then, slid down,
down till I was laying on my back on the floor of the shower. I
spread my legs and reached for my hardening cock. I looked down at it
as I began to piss, aiming the spurting stream up onto my belly, my
chest and finally my face. I clamped my cock hard to stem the flow
and then, slid down till my feet were against the wall of the shower.
I lifted my hips and aimed my cock at my face.
I stared in wonder as the piss slit opened and then, the strong stream
shot from it, hitting my face, then, into my mouth as I opened it to
drink it in. I sprayed the rest of my piss all over my face, drinking
some, as my body shivered in excitement and wonder. Then, the stream
stopped and I quickly moved to my knees, kneeling there, under the
warm water, imagining that I was being pissed on. I grasped my hard
cock and began to stroke it as I angled my head back and let the water
flow in and out of my mouth. I jerked my cock till, my body began that
wonderful tingling, then, almost shouted out, as my balls tightened
and my cock shot. Up onto the wall of the shower as I thrust my hips
back and forth, forcing more cum from my balls. Finally I slumped in
the shower, tired, spent as the warm water flowed on me.
Then, I jerked, as the water was starting to get cold. I had been in
the shower for enough time to drain the tank. I got up, finishing the
washing off of my body and grabbed a towel and ran back to my bedroom.
It was like it was some place that I felt safe, covered. I closed the
door and dried off and went to get some clothes to put on. I hardly
realized that I threw most of them on the floor as I found a pair of
real short shorts and slid into them, not even thinking to put on
underwear. I grabbed a shirt and slid into it and then, found my
sandals and headed for the door.
I no sooner got it open and I heard my dad holler at the foot of the
stairs, "Breakfast Joey. Get your cute butt down here Joey!" I
smiled to myself as I headed down the stairs. I walked into the
kitchen and Gary and Tim were at the table, eating. My dad, dressed
only in his robe, was at the stove stirring something. I said, "Hi
everyone." As they both laughed and greeted me, I sat in one of the
free chairs. I no sooner got seated and dad was walking over to me
with the pan. He pushed some eggs onto the plate in front of me and I
looked up and said, smiling, "Smells real good daddy!" He smiled,
sort of as he turned and said, "You boys share that bacon with Joey."
Tim lifted the plate and poured a few strips onto my plate as he said,
"There you go little buddy. Need to make you big and strong like me
and Gary!"
Gary laughed and said, "No way that will ever happen Tim. Joey's not
like you and me and dad, look, he doesn't even have hair on his
chest!" As he said this, he pulled my tshirt up and I giggled and
said, "Well, not all of us want to look like bears you know!" Tim
laughed and pulled his shirt up and said, "You mean like this Joey!?"
I smiled and slid my hand over to his chest and pulled at some of the
dark hair on it and said, "Just like you, you big bear you!!" He
laughed and Gary pulled his shirt up and asked, "What about me!?
Don't think I'm bear enough for you Joey!?" I leaned over and slid my
hand over his hairy chest and said, "Oh you're more than bear enough
for me Gary!" We all laughed and dad turned and said, "Stop horsing
around you guys and eat!"
The guys looked at me and winked and then, dad sat down in the other
chair and proceeded to eat. We sat there, eating as dad asked the
other two what they had planned for the day. Gary had to go into work
and Tim was going to hang out at the garage down near the school to
see if he could make some money. Dad turned to me as he sipped his
coffee and asked, "What about you Joey? What are you going to do
today?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Don't know. After I clean
up the dishes and get some of the washing done, I thought I'd ride my
bike for a bit." His eyes were almost boring into mine as he said,
"Good. Well, I have some work in the office to do and I don't want
any of you to bother me for a few hours."
We all told him we wouldn't and then, he and Tim continued to talking.
I got up and put my dishes on the sink and then, went out to the
laundry room. I picked up the hamper and went up stairs. As I got to
Gary's room, he came in and said, "Here, let me help you little
buddy!" He patted my ass like he usually did as I watched him go over
to his closet and pull out some clothes. I held the hamper open as he
dropped them in. Just then, I spied a pair of his briefs lying on the
floor near the bed. I said, "Don't forget those Gary. Unless you plan
to wear them!" He laughed and reached over for them and tossed them
at me and they hit me across the face, as he said, "Make sure their
clean missy, or I'll have to beat that cute ass of yours!" His briefs
hung over my face and I could smell his crotch odor on them as I
responded, "You and what army!"
He came over and grasped the shorts and rubbed them all over my face
as he said, "Don't need no army to take care of you little buddy!" He
slapped my butt and went out the door. I stood there, his shorts over
my face and just inhaled on them. I could feel my cock getting harder
as I inhaled the odor of his crotch, as I pressed them harder to my
face. Then, I pulled them off, gasping a little as I tossed them into
the hamper. I went to Tim's room and got his dirty clothes, then, into
dad's room. I grabbed his clothes and underwear and as I was leaning
over on the side of the bed to pick up a pair of socks, I spied what
looked like a rag next to the bed.
I started to pick it up and found, it was damp, almost sticky. I stood
there, shaking a little as I realized, I was holding dad's cum rag!
The one he used to cover his stroking of his cock. I lifted it up to
my face and inhaled and it was cum alright. I inhaled again and then,
felt a small wet lump with my finger. I pulled the rag open and it was
filled with gooey looking cum. My dad must have cum recently in it. I
held it to my nose and then, not even thinking, stuck out my tongue
and swiped it in the strip of sticky cum. I licked at it and then,
began to lick at it more, then more, my cock hardening as I realized,
I was licking my daddy's cum.
I continued to lick and suck at the material till I had swallowed and
taken almost all of it. Just then, I heard Tim in his room and
quickly dropped the rag in the hamper. I went to my room and got my
dirty clothes and started down the stairs. As I got half way there,
Tim was behind me and he laughed as he picked me and the hamper up,
saying, "Here let me help you little guy!" I giggled and squirmed as
he carried me down the rest of the stairs and into the laundry room.
He put me down and I pushed at him and said, "Sometimes you can be
such a brute, know that Tim!" He laughed and pulled me against him
and patted my butt and said, "And you love it when I'm your brute!
Don't you Joey!?" I pressed up against him, enjoying the feel of his
hard body, the smell of it as I looked up at him and said, "Yeah, I do
Tim. I love you being my brute!"
He laughed and stepped back and flexed his arm, making the bicep
expand and growled and said, "And, this bear loves you little guy!
And don't you ever forget that!" I snapped a towel at him and said,
"Go play with those bad boy friends of yours Tim!" He laughed and
said, "Maybe some day I'll let you play with them too!" I laughed and
he left. I spent the next two hours or so, finishing the wash, hanging
the clothes and cleaning up the kitchen. I made a fresh pot of coffee
and, when it was done, poured a cup for my dad. I walked to his
office and stopped at the door. As I looked in, I could see that he
had his robe open and his right hand was moving. I realized that he
was beating off and froze, afraid even to breathe. I backed up till I
was almost back into the living room and hollered, "Dad? Dad? You
want some coffee!? Its fresh! Just made it!"
There was a pause and then, I heard him say, "Uh, yeah Joey, sure." I
walked back down the hall and went in and he had buttoned his robe,
though it was still open at the waist. As I put the cup down on the
desk, I looked down and could see his cock. It was still hard, though
it looked to be softening. I backed off and then, said, "Uh dad, I,
uh, hmm." He turned in the chair, as he did, the robe opened up
completely, the tie loosening. He looked down at his cock and I did
too, and then, looked up at his face. His eyes bored into mine as he
sat there. Then, he stood up, walking towards me. I froze, like a
deer caught in a set of headlights. As came towards me, his cock was
getting hard and stuck out from the forest of dark curls at its base.
I stared at it, as he moved towards me in slow motion. I looked up and
then, back down and his hand slid under the big hard cock. He asked,
quietly, "You like what you see Joey!?" I gasped and moved backward,
my back coming in contact with the wall, as I gasped, "Uh dad, I, uh,
well, dad, I.." My voice trailed off as he stood there and said, "I
saw you last night Joey. In your bed, you were beating off and shoving
your fingers into your ass hole Joey. Weren't you?" I blushed and bit
my lip and then, looked back down at his cock and said, quietly, "Yes
I was dad!" He slid his hand to my chin and asked, "I want to know
Joey! I want you to tell me the truth now! Are you queer, uh, I mean
gay Joey!? Are you gay Joey!?"
I was frightened, scared to death as I heard that question. I didn't
know what to say, what to do. He rubbed his finger across my lips and
asked, "Tell me Joey. Has some guy, man, boy, put his cock in your
mouth, made you suck his cock Joey!? Tell me Joey! Tell me!!" This
last was so forceful as he locked my chin with his fingers. I was
looking into his dark deep eyes and I started to cry as I gasped,
"Yes, yes, I'm a queer daddy! Yes, yes I've had cock in my mouth
daddy! Oh please, please, don't hate me daddy, please, I'll do
anything, please daddy!!" He held my chin and then, reached down with
his other hand and grasped my right wrist. He pulled my hand over to
his hard shaft and said, "Put your hand on my cock Joey!" I slid my
hand around it and looked up at him, tears streaming down my face.
He said, "Now, I want you to know. I don't hate you. I love you
Joey. No matter what you do, no matter, uh, what you are!" I gasped
as I looked up at him, my hand wrapped around his hard shaft. He
asked, "Now, do you want to suck my cock Joey!? Do you want to feel
it in your mouth, want to drink cum from it!?" I shivered and
squeezed on his hard shaft as I gasped, "Yes daddy, yes. I want to do
that!" He asked, "Tell me what you want to do Joey!?" His hand on my
chin jerked my head up and stared into his eyes and said, "I want to
suck your cock daddy! I want to feel it in my mouth! I want to drink
your cum, your, uh, daddy, I want to suck your cock!" He pulled back
and walked over to the chair at the desk.
He slid his robe around himself and tied it and sat down. He didn't
look at me as he asked, "Who else have you sucked off cocksucker!
Yes, that's what you are, right Joey!? You're a cocksucker, right
Joey!?" I nodded and he asked, again, "Who have you been sucking off
Joey!? I want to know! Tell me!!" The last again was so forceful, I
was scared, but answered, "I, uh, sucked, uh, Uncle Craig, Uncle Jake
and, uh, two men that work for Uncle Craig!" I crossed the room and
slid to my knees and pressed my body against his and said, "I'm sorry
daddy! I'm so sorry! I couldn't help myself. I saw their big dicks
and I wanted to suck them, I, uh, please daddy, don't hate me for
wanting to suck dick daddy, please!" He stroked the back of my head
and then, pushed it back and held my face as he looked into my eyes.
He said, "I told you I won't hate you Joey. But are you sure you want
to do this kind of thing!? You sure you really want to be a queer
Joey!?"
I gulped and looked deep in his eyes, seeing the love there, not the
hate that I thought I would see. I gasped, "I don't know if I want to
be queer daddy. But I know, I want to suck cock. I like, I mean, I
love sucking cock daddy!" He pulled my face into his hairy chest and
stroked my head and said, "Oh my sweet baby! My sweet baby boy!" I
wrapped my arms around his broad back and pulled myself against him.
As I held onto him, his legs spread and I pressed into him. I could
feel his big hard cock pressing against my belly and chest as I held
onto him. He held me for a bit and then, pushed my head back and
asked, "Were you forced to suck any of them Joey!?" I shook my head
and said, "No daddy! I wanted to suck their dicks daddy. Sometimes
they were a little rough with me, but I didn't want them to stop
daddy, I wanted them to fuck my mouth and face over and over!"
He stared at me for a moment and then, said, "Now, Joey, I want you to
know something. If you want to suck cock, I want you to want too. But
I don't want to know who you do it with. Do you understand Joey!?" I
looked up at him and slid my hand over his hairy thigh and slid my
hand to his big hard throbbing cock. I grasped it and squeezed it,
but he frowned down at me and gently lifted my hand and said, "No
Joey. I don't want you to do that." I pulled back a bit and asked,
"Why daddy, why? I want to do it for you, please daddy, please? I want
to make you feel good daddy, I love you daddy, and I just want to make
you feel good!" He stared down at me and gently said, "I know baby, I
know, but I can't let you do that. Its, its, not right. Do you
understand Joey?" I shook my head and squatted down and said, "No
daddy, I don't understand. I want to do it for you, I want to suck
your cock, I want, I want.....!"
I stared up at him and I knew, it was not going to happen. I began to
cry and then, stood up and backed away from him, my head hanging down.
I stopped and he said, "Go Joey. Go and finish what you have to get
done." I was stunned, scared and totally lost at that moment. He had
turned me down, rejected me as surely as if he had slapped me. I
turned, wiping at my eyes and walked out of the room. I went into the
laundry room and finished up the clothes and stuff. After I folded
them, I looked up and it was around noon. I walked down the hall and
stopped at his office door and he was still working, though he was
slumped over for some reason. I said, "Uh, dad, uh, I'm going to go
ride my bike for a bit. I think Jerry might be back and we were going
to ride over to the park when he got home."
He turned and looked at me and said, "O.k., baby. Just be careful and
remember, we're having a barbecue tonight. O.k.?" I nodded and turned
and walked out the side door and got on my bike. As I rode off
towards the park, knowing full well that Jerry wasn't home, my mind
kept replaying what had happened in his office. In one way, he had
rejected me, in another, he had accepted me. It was like there had
been some kind of seesaw rocking between us, with me at one end, him
at the other. Each time the seesaw moved down at my end, I was sad,
when it was up, and I knew he loved me, I was happy. My mind just
couldn't forget the image of his cock, hard and big, the feel of it in
my hand, its heat, its maleness, his maleness!
My cock was pressing hard against the shorts I had on and when I
looked up another second, I realized I was at the other end of the
park from where I usually went in. I tooled around and came upon an
old restroom that I had never seen. I parked my bike in amongst some
trees so that it couldn't be seen and walked to the restroom. It was
cool inside, and had that smell that all restrooms have, and something
else. Something vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I
went to the long trough that was used as a urinal and as I looked
around I saw something just near the wide legs of one of the stalls. I
went over to it and found a book. A paperback book. The cover was
worn and so were some of the pages, it even looked like it had been
wet.
The cover caught my eye and I stared at it. It was called, "Boy for
His Use." On the cover was a big dark haired man, with a hairy chest,
leaning back against what looked like a wall. He was naked, smiling at
a younger, lean looking youth coming in the door. The man was holding
his hard cock as he looked at the youth. I took the book and went into
the last stall and sat down on the commode. I looked around me and
the walls were covered in all kinds of graffiti, most of it having to
do with cocksucking and scenes of guys being butt fucked. I slid down
my shorts and began to read the book and became lost in it. It was a
wild story of a young man just discovering his homosexuality and how
he met up with this man. The man seemed to love the guy, but very
quickly, due to different circumstances, began to sell the boy to
different men. Finally, the guy finds one man that takes him away
from the other man and they moved away and became lovers, of a sort.
I was sitting there, reading it, stroking my cock as I imagined I was
the young guy. Letting the man sell me to different men for their
pleasure, enjoying the way they used me. I didn't hear the man come
into the restroom, until I looked over and there was a big hole in the
side of the stall. I could see, the legs of the man, dark haired, and
he was stroking a nice looking seven inch hard shaft. I let the book
fall from my hand and without thinking, slid off the commode onto my
knees and moved towards the hole. Without thinking I put my fingers at
the hole and the man began to move.
He lifted up and then, his cock was coming through the hole, pulsing,
even dripping a little. I let my fingers touch the pee hole, feeling
the pre cum as I heard a voice say, "Suck it cocksucker!" I vaguely
thought I knew that voice, but I leaned forward and stretched out my
tongue and touched the cock head. I tasted the man's pre cum and
moaned as I slid my lips completely around the red mushroom shaped
head. I swirled my tongue on the cockhead, around and around, getting
sharp intakes of breath from the man. He gasped and pushed his cock
through the hole harder and I got more of his cock in my mouth. I
moaned as I felt that velvety hard shaft slide over my lips, the head
sliding against the roof of my mouth as I accepted it into me.
I held myself still as I looked up and could see the fingers of each
of his hands as they grasped the top of the stall wall. Then, the cock
was pumping, back and forth, slowly at first, but faster as the man
realized he could get more into my mouth. I relaxed my throat, wanting
to feel the luscious cock in my throat and felt the head and part of
the shaft slide in. My lips were circling his cock at the base as he
stopped pumping, holding his cock deep in my mouth and throat. He
said, "Oh baby, yeah, suck it cocksucker, eat that big dick, eat it
all!" I still thought I recognized that voice, but the cock in my
mouth was what I wanted right then and forgot who it was, just
thinking about the cock I was sucking. The man began to pump his cock
back and forth, faster and faster, feeding it to me, filling my mouth
and throat over and over.
I didn't care, I didn't think, just sucked. Sucked like I had never
sucked before. Wanting to make the man cum! Wanting him to fuck my
mouth and feed me his cum. I moaned and sucked in harder and harder on
the pumping shaft, using my cheeks to apply more and more suction.
Wanting him to enjoy my cocksucking skills, my cocksucking mouth. An
image or two of the dream I'd had the night before flew up in my mind
and I knew, if there was a line of men in that restroom, I would have
sucked them all! Eagerly, without hesitation, just so they kept my
mouth filled with cock! The man was moaning and saying over and over,
"Shit, shit, do it cocksucker, do it you hot mouthed cocksucking
faggot, eat that dick!" And at the same time, his body was slamming
up against the partition of the stall again and again. I put my hands
flat on the wall, arching my neck, giving him a tight, wet, warm
tunnel to plow his cock in to and sucked hungrily.
The hole was large enough that each time he pumped into my mouth and
throat, his balls were hitting my chin and I moaned in pleasure.
Then, it was like I could feel his whole body tingling and shaking
through his pulsing, pounding cock. I knew he was going to cum and I
reached and grasped his balls. They rose up harder and harder against
the base of the pumping shaft, and then, with a loud groan, the man
shot. He shouted, "Yes, yes, take it, take it cocksucker, take my
cream man, take it, uh, uh, all, uh, uh, uh!!" He thrust his hips
forward, burying his cock in my mouth and throat as I felt the tube on
the underside of his cock pulse and pulse. Then, he pulled back a bit
and flooded my mouth with his cum.
I swallowed and swallowed, drinking it as he humped it into my mouth,
until, it finally stopped. He jerked his cock from my mouth quickly
and then, before I knew what was happening, he came around and jerked
open the door on the stall I was in. I stared at him, his pants down
around his ankles, his cock still dripping with my saliva and I stared
in shock up at his face. I knew I had known the voice, now I knew the
face. It was Jack. Jack, one of my brother Tim's friends. One of the
bad boys he hung out with. He stared down at me, not seeing me at
first and then, the shock came over his face as he realized who I was!
He gasped, "Joey!? Joey, uh, that was you sucking my cock!? You're a
faggot, a cocksucker Joey!?" I scooted back onto the commode and
tried to fold myself up into my body as I stared up at him. I pleaded,
"Please, please, don't hurt me Jack! Please, don't hurt me!"
He shuffled into the stall coming nearer to me and then, reached out
his hand. I shrank back in fear, but he touched my head and then,
moved up to me. His cock was rising again and he moved it towards my
mouth, saying, "Hurt you!? No way Joey, I want you to do it again!
Suck me Joey! Suck my cock again Joey! Do it for me Joey, do it!" I
looked up at him and then, down at his throbbing cock and then, dove
on to it. He moaned, his hands coming to clasp my head as I began to
bob up and down, up and down, sucking on his hard cock again. He moved
in closer to me, holding my head as he began to thrust into me again
and again. He gasped, "Oh Joey, oh yeah, do it baby, do it! Suck my
cock Joey, suck it baby, suck it! Oh baby, so good, so good! Hmm, oh
yeah, use that tongue, use it on that big meat Joey, suck it Joey,
suck it!!"
I moaned as he pumped my mouth, enjoying the sense of servicing him.
I slid off the commode onto my knees, stroking his hard thighs as he
pumped that hard shaft to my sucking mouth. I was really enjoying it
and hummed a bit as he drove the full length of his cock into my
throat. He stroked my head and angled it back as he watched his cock
going in and out of my mouth. He said, "Really like that cock don't
you baby!? Yeah, the feel of hard hot cock between your sweet looking
lips Joey. Yeah, you look good like this Joey. On your knees, my big
dick sliding in and out of your mouth, the way your cheeks squeeze in
while you suck on it. Yeah, oh baby, you do that so fine, so fine!!"
I moaned to his words and slid my hands around to grasp his ass,
wanting every inch of him in me.
When he saw me nursing on the full length of his cock, my lips tight
to the dark hairs at its base, he moaned. He said, "Oh shit, yeah, so
good, so good! Man Joey, yeah baby, suck that big dick, eat it all
honey, eat it all you sweet cocksucker!" I moaned again and then, he
grasped my head tighter and began to pull and push his cock to my cock
sucking mouth. He was doing it slowly, at first and then, he began to
pump a little faster, a little harder. As he saw me accept what he
was doing, he picked up the speed and fucked my mouth harder. He
seemed to squat down a bit and I leaned on my hands and knees and
pushed my head up, letting him spear every inch into my mouth and
throat!
He was still holding my head as he pumped, saying, "Oh shit yeah,
fucking your mouth Joey! Fucking that sweet cocksucking face of yours
Joey! Take it Joey, take it all cocksuck, take it, take it, take it
all!" I moaned and tried to twist my head a little, wanting to give
him a good ride in my mouth, not caring, just wanting to make him feel
real good. I reached my hand up and began rubbing the underside of
his bouncing ball sac. I squeezed on them a bit and then, stroked
them, rubbing them, feeling them rising in the wrinkled sac. I knew he
was going to cum, and tightened my lips the way I had on Uncle Jake's
cock the last time. He groaned then, and thrust into my mouth fully,
crushing my face into his dark hairy pubes.
I inhaled his odor, his maleness, his smell. His cock was buried all
the way in my mouth, his balls up tight to my chin, as he rocked my
head from side to side. Then, he pulled the big dick out till just
the head was between my lips and then, held my head tight as he thrust
in to his balls again. I groaned and moaned as he did this again,
then, again, then again. Each time, I could feel every inch of his
hard shaft slide over my tongue and thrust deep into my throat. I
loved it and reached to his thighs, squeezing them each time he thrust
in like that. Not pushing him away, wanting him to continue using my
mouth like that. He caught on fast and said, "Yeah, you love it don't
you Joey!? You love my big cock all the way in your fucking mouth
cunt, don't you baby!?"
I moaned and tried to bob my head yes, but he thrust in again, my
breath shooting out my nose into his bush. As he continued to do
this, I stroked my hands all over his hard thighs and up to his butt
cheeks, feeling the cheeks indent each time he buried his cock in my
throat. Then, his body began to tremble a bit and I knew, he was
getting close. His hands on my head tightened even more and he began
to thrust into my mouth and throat faster and harder. Yeah, it was
rough, but I was really enjoying it, happy to be pleasing this young
stud. Then, he held my head still as he thrust the full length of his
shaft into my throat and held me on his cock as I felt his balls at my
chin. They were tight and then, his cock twitched in my mouth and
throat, the cum tube pulsing. Then, he was cumming, shouting out his
pleasure as he shot into my belly.
I tried to push him back, wanting to taste the cum from his big dick
and, at first, he held me tightly, then, eased back a bit, his cock
still shooting. Then, it was filling my mouth as I flicked my tongue
around it and in and out of the pee hole, swallowing hungrily to get
every drop he was feeding me. Then, he seemed to rise up a bit and I
looked up as he thrust his cock towards me, his hands on the tops of
the stall on either side of me, as he smiled down at me. He chuckled
and said, "Yeah, you look so sweet there Joey, on your knees honey.
You like being on your knees to me Joey!?" I slid my mouth up the
length of his cock and kissed the head as I pulled of it and said, "Oh
yeah Jack. I like being on my knees for you, you're a real stud Jack!"
He stood there smiling down at me as I slid my tongue along the under
side of his cock and licked back and forth on it and then, moved down
under to his balls. I slid my mouth on them, licking and sucking them
as he stood over me, all man as I serviced his balls. He hunched his
hips towards my face, letting me get the right one into my mouth as he
rocked his hips from side to side. Then, I pulled off of his nut and
moved under his balls, sucking right at the root of his cock under
them. He hissed and grasped my head with one hand and pulled me into
his crotch tighter and said, "Yeah, tongue my crotch Joey baby, tongue
it, all of it!" I leaned down and angled my head between his legs as
he spread them and began to lick from the under side of his balls and
up into his crack.
I sat down on the floor, holding onto his thighs as I pushed my tongue
along the track up to his crack. He groaned as I spread his butt
cheeks and then, groaned louder, pushing his ass back as I slid my
tongue to his hole. I rose up on my knees behind and between his legs
and pressed my face into his hot sweaty crack. The aroma of his manly
sweat and ass had me tonguing his hole eagerly, licking and sucking at
it as he worked his hips from side to side. Then, he jerked his ass
from my face and turned around over me. He grasped my head by the
hair and pulled it up against his hard shaft and balls and asked, "You
really like being between my legs Joey?" I nuzzled my nose into his
balls and the hair around his cock and said, "I love it Jack. You're,
you're all man Jack and I love doing this for a man!"
He held me there for a bit and then, pushed my head back and looked
into my eyes and asked, "Does Tim know that you're a queer Joey!?" I
gulped and looked up at him and said, "No, no he doesn't Jack. Please,
please, don't tell him please Jack!?" He cocked his head as he looked
down at me. His hand slid along the side of my face and then, his
hand cupped my chin and then, his thumb was rubbing my lips. He said,
as I opened my mouth and accepted his thumb, "That all depends on you
Joey," I asked, around his thumb, "What do you mean Jack?" He pulled
his thumb back and then, slid two fingers at my lips. I opened them
and sucked the two fingers in, licking them as I stared up at him.
He said, "Well, I know if I tell him, he'd be real mad, or at least I
think he would. And I don't like it when he's mad Joey, he tends to
get real nasty. And, since its my cock you've been sucking, he might
take it out on me. But, I won't tell him. No, not if you do
something for me Joey." I asked, "What do you want me to do Jack?"
He saw that I was a little scared and he patted my cheek and said,
"Don't worry Joey. From what you've been doing, I don't think you'll
feel bad about doing what I want." I shivered and he said, "No, not at
all. So, here's the deal Joey. As much as I want to put my dick back
in this hot little mouth of yours, I have to go. But, if you come
over to my place tomorrow morning, say about eleven, I won't tell.
And, if you plan on spending the day between my legs like this, I
won't ever tell. O.k., Joey? You willing to do that for me!? You
willing to come over and be my little suck toy for the day!?"
I smiled up at him and slid my hand to his balls and then, pressed my
face into his cock and balls and looked up at him. I said, "Hmm, I
think I'd like to be your little suck toy Jack! Oh yeah, I'd love to
suck on this big all day sucker of yours stud!" He chuckled and patted
my head and said, "Thought you might like to do that cocksucker. You
don't mind me calling you a cocksucker, do you Joey?" I rubbed my
face against his softening cock and said, "No, I like it Jack. I
don't mind you calling me anything you want to. Besides, I suck cock
and I know I'm a cocksucker Jack!" He patted my cheek and said, "Good
cocksucker, cause I plan to have you sucking me till my balls are
drained! You want to do that Joey? Want to suck my cock till you
drain my balls Joey!?"
I licked along his shaft and got to the head and slid my lips around
it and then, gave it a nice wet kiss and backed off and said, "I want
to drain your big balls all you want me to stud! I want anything you
want to give me from this big dick of yours!" I looked up at him as I
circled the head of his cock. He looked at me, a little shock and
then, a big smile crept over his face. He asked, "That mean what I
think it means cocksuck?" I smiled around his cock and slid my tongue
into the pee hole and murmured, "Uh huh," as I stared up at him. He
laughed and pulled my head in more on his cock and said, "Lets see
then fag boy!" He held my head and then, I saw his body relax a
little then, it happened. A hot spurt shot from the pee hole around
my tongue and I moaned as more and more came out. I swallowed and let
my cheeks fill with his piss and then, swallowed, till it finally
stopped flowing.
As I got the last, I pulled back and licked at the last drop at his
pee hole and asked, "That what you wanted to know stud!?" He laughed
and stroked the side of my face and said, "Never thought I'd ever piss
in a guy's mouth. Wow! Did you like it Joey!?" I smiled and licked
out at my lips and said, "From you stud, you bet I liked it, not as
much as your cock and cum, but from you, oh yeah Jack!" He moved
back and began to pull up his pants and got them adjusted as I stood
up. He turned and I followed him out of the little restroom. When we
got outside, he lifted my chin and said, "See you tomorrow Joey. Will
have lots to feed this sweet mouth of yours." I licked out at his
hand and said, "I want you to feed me all you got stud, all you got!"
He laughed and then turned and I watched as he walked away.
Then, it hit me, what I had been doing, what I had promised to do. I
licked my lips and then, smiled, thinking, 'well, at least I won't
have to worry where my next meal of cock was going to come from.' I
laughed to myself as I thought that. I picked up the paperback book
and slid it into my shorts and got on my bike. I rode home in a daze,
barely thinking about where I was going. I got to my street and just
as I started to turn up into it, this pickup truck screeched and
turned to veer from hitting me. I fell off my bike onto the ground,
not hurt, just frightened. I lay there for a second and then, as I sat
up this man was getting out of the truck. He came walking towards me
and I realized, it was Mr. Brandt, the man that lived in the big house
at the end of our street.
He was wearing a pair of levis, no shirt and I stared up at him as he
came over to me. I stared as I took in the short dark brown hair, the
strong masculine face, square jawed, not shaved, the stubble showing
on it. The chest, covered in dark hair and running down to the tops of
his levis. The kind of body that men that worked hard had, no gym
type, just hard, the belly a little punched out, but not from fat,
just hardness. The bulge in his levis was tantalizing, as he leaned
over me. I looked at his crotch as he asked, "You o.k., Joey, little
buddy! You o.k.?" I looked up into those deep brown eyes and almost
felt myself falling into them as I gasped and stammered, "Uh, yeah,
uh, Mr. Brandt, I'm uh, o.k., nothing hurt."
He stood me up and then, began to brush my clothes off as I had fallen
into some leaves in the gutter. His hands touching me felt like they
were giving off sparks and I stared at his chest, so close to my face.
I noticed the quarter sized tit nubs and had this almost irresistible
urge to suck on them. His hands were now brushing off my butt and the
front of my shorts and I gasped, embarrassed, as my cock was tenting
my shorts. His hand touching it almost had me shooting off. I blushed
real red and pulled away from him and said, "I'm o.k., Mr. Brandt,
really I am." I pulled away as he stood up and looked me up and down
and I covered my crotch with my hand as he looked up to my face.
Then, I blushed even redder as he leaned over and picked up the
paperback book that had fallen on the ground. He lifted it and then,
read the title and then, handed it to me. He said, "I guess this is
yours, right!?" I blushed even redder and I grabbed the book and slid
it into the back of my shorts. He chuckled and leaned over and picked
my bike up and held it for me as I got onto it. He said, "Call me
Jason Joey, hell, I've known you since you were about six little
buddy." I gulped and sitting on the seat didn't seem to be making much
to hide my hardon, in fact, it was pointed up as I blushed at him. He
leaned over and then, I felt his hand press down on my cock and he
said, "There, that will keep the embarrassment from showing little
buddy! Enjoy your book little buddy, then, you can come over and tell
me about it sometime. O.k.?" I blushed even redder and he chuckled
as he lifted up. He turned and said, as he got to the door of the
pickup, "Watch the road next time o.k., Joey? Wouldn't want to see
that cute face scratched up!" I blushed and then, tore off on my bike
towards my house, hearing his laughter as he started up the truck and
drove off. I was breathing hard when I got into the garage and parked
my bike. I could still feel my hardon in my shorts and went behind my
dad's car parked there and slid them down.
I remembered the sight of Mr. Brandt's, Jason's, tits, the way his
chest was, the hair on it, his belly, the feel of his hands on me. I
began to jerk off, lost in the quick memory of the feel of his big
hand as he pressed on my cock. I was gasping for air as I stroked my
cock. Then, remembered the taste and feel of Jack's cock in my mouth,
his cum, his piss. Between the image of Jack and the image of Jason
fighting for dominance in my feverish brain, I shot. A long ropey
strand shot from my cock head, shooting up onto the fender of dad's
car. I slumped back against the counter I was leaning against, my hand
still pumping my shooting cock, as more cum shot from me. My whole
body seemed to be lost in the wild orgasm I was experiencing.
As I slumped down on the floor, I lay there, my crotch covered in cum,
staring at the streak of cum on the fender of the car. I don't know
why I did it, but I rose up on my knees and moved over to the car. I
leaned down and stuck out my tongue. I licked at the stripe of cum,
licking it slowly till I got to the very end. I slid my tongue around
my lips, feeling the slimy feel of my own cum as I moved in and took
more. I didn't stop pulling it into my lips until I had every drop off
the fender. I pulled back them, licking my lips as I could see my
image in the car, I was there, almost naked, my lips open as I licked
at the cum on them. I giggled to myself and thought, I even like my
own cum too. I stood up and adjusted my shorts, though there was a
spreading stain on them. I locked up my bike and then, grabbed the
paperback and went into the house.