Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 18:05:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michaels Story pt. 7

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
read materials of this nature where you live, then please stop now. This
story contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between teenage
boys. And is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a
result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely
fiction, all descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities
are truly just that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also
contains fighting, rough sex, and w/s between young men, if this bothers
you, then please do not read any further!

I would love to hear from you, so negative as well as positive feedback
is always welcome! Please write: unkle_c@yahoo.com

This story was inspired by a dear friend! It is through his undying
praise, his ability to bring me up when I'm down, his incredible sense of
humor, and his kind heart, that I have grown to believe in friends once
again! So it is to him that I dedicate this story!

Luv ya, Mark Wild! Chaz

"Michael's Story pt. 7"

I could hear but not see my son snorting and struggling to breath, as his
good bud stood over him...... his left foot totally covering Michael's
mouth and nose. With his sweat dampened sock cutting off my sons
breathing ability, Garret was now sooooo getting off on the fact that his
long time bud was a fag. "Aaaaah man.....this is sooooooo fuckin
rad........seriously man .......I wish I had known before about you being
a fag and all.......I'm gonna have so much fun with you
now......ooooohhhh yeeeaaah, you're gonna wish you hadn't kept it a
secret from me......now bite into my sweaty sock and pull it off my foot,
bitch!"

The laughter from Luke and Brock was deafening, with Luke throwing in his
two cents worth. "Told ya Garret, he'll do anything you tell em......and
you can thank Brock for that......my bro did such an awesome job of
breaking him .........he trained tough boy Mikey here..... to be the
sweetest and best cocksucker you'll ever meet....I swear! And the sweet
part is......Brock has trained him to be sooooo fuckin
submissive......didn't even need to use his fists on the bitch either!
Least not yet anyways!"

Michael obeyed the orders of yet another new tormentor, biting down on
the toe area of Garret's damp sock and pulling it off his buds foot the
best he could, with just using his teeth and no hands.

There was a loud applause when the soiled sock finally broke free from
the sweaty teen foot. But, Michael's humiliation was far from over.
Garret, loving the control and the feeling of pure power he now held over
his bud, was only just getting warmed up.

Enjoying the sight of his friend on his knees with a smelly white ankle
sock hanging from his mouth, Garret turned and smiled at his cousins,
while gently and subconsciously rubbing at the plump outline of his cock
......still hiding behind his sweaty jock. "Damn.....can I take him home
tonight? Pleeeeaaaase Brock.....I`ve got a fuckin TON of sweet
cum......just waitin for the right mouth to come along and suck it outta
my balls. What do ya say dude.........I mean ya gotta let me take him
home.........I just wanna fuck his face...... and I mean that literally
........and I wanna do it all night long......he is soooooo gonna make up
for all the blow-jobs he never gave me...and I'm gonna fill his belly
with SO much of my creamy thick sperm, that you're gonna be able to hear
it splashing against the walls of his belly as he walks up and down the
school hallways.......I promise!"

Brock laughed at the words of his cousin and closest friend. "Sure dude,
you can take him home for the night.....but if you need to beat him up at
all....try not to damage the face.....ok? I like looking down at it when
he's blowing me! Otherwise do whatever you want to him!"

Garret was all smiles, as he turned his head back to his newest
toy......cupping his well packed crotch while winking down at his school
bud.

Again Luke and Brock were in hysterics listening to their tough cousin
degrade their friend with one word commands, as Garret lifted the sole of
his bare left foot, and pressed it against my sons mouth. "Lick"

Without so much as an argument, my son gazed up at his bud with the
saddest eyes, then stuck out his tongue and proceeded to lick the sole of
Garrets foot.

After a long period of Michael licking the bottom of Garrets bare feet,
Garret then pressed his toes between his buds lips. "Suck"

Again Michael obeyed without a fight. Spreading his lips wide and taking
all five toes of his friends foot into his mouth....... like it was an
everyday deed he'd been doing for years.

The sad pathetic look on my sons face let it be known that the
humiliation he was feeling was a bit more than he could take, as the
tears began flowing like a waterfall down his cheeks.

Yet as humiliated as he was, he tongued and sucked his buds toes deep
into the cave of his mouth.

With his cheeks sucked inwards....you could clearly make out Garrets big
toe pressing against the inside of Michael's left cheek.

After a lengthy time had past, Garret withdrew his toes from Michael's
mouth.....pressed his foot against my sons face once again and gave a
thrust, sending Michael backwards landing on the plush carpet.

Garret then stood over his new bitch, placed his foot once again on his
buds face, leaned down......then prying his own toes apart with his
fingers, he grinned at his friend. "Tongue"

Michael, first wiping the tears from his cheeks, stuck out the tip of his
tongue as ordered.

Garret still a bit shocked at his long time friends total submission,
laughed while maneuvering his spread toes to accommodate his friends
tongue between them. Then with a smirk he snickered down at his bud.
"Clean"

As my son wiggled his wet tongue between his buds toes, Garret continued
degrading him. "Fuck....dude.....just how low do you go...huh? I can't
believe tough-boy Mikey is eating toe jam from MY fucking feet!
.....Here.....let me help you out by giving you some cleansing suds to do
a better job, faggot!"

Garret leaned over Michael's face and rested his arms on his knee, then
puckered his lips......and drooled wads of spit down onto his toes and
watched with amazement as the tip of his friends tongue scooped up the
white drools of spit and continued cleaning between each toe.

Garret, couldn't believe his eyes. "Ohhh my GOD......check it out
dude's .......now he's eating both my spit and toe jam together!"

With a sadistic grin plastered on his teen face, Garret continued
drooling wads of fresh spit down on his friends tongue. "Swallow"

The thick slab of muscled meat still hidden behind the cotton walls of
Garrets dirty jock, was now clearly struggling for freedom.

The bulbous head now bulging obscenely against the fabric, was long into
the process of emitting gobs of pre-cum, to the point where the cotton
had become transparent..........and Garrets awesome thick shiny knob now
showing clearly through the wet cotton fabric, was demanding release!

Satisfied that his long time friend had done an awesome job cleaning
between the toes of both feet, Garret removed his foot from Michael's
face.

Then reaching down and grabbing a fistful of my sons hair.... he lifted
Michael's head up. "Sit up against the bed, faggot.....and lean your
head back on top of the mattress."

Garret used the palm of his right hand pressed against Michael's
forehead, pushing his head backwards and downwards, so that my son was
now looking straight up into his buds eyes, with the back of his head
laying flat on the mattress.

The well built teen then stepped forward till his thick well muscled
thighs were straddling Michael's neck.

Then, grinning down at his bud, he spat several times, each wad of spit
landing on or close to Michael's full lips.

With a huge victorious grin, Garret had more verbal humiliation for his
kneeling friend, while staring down mercilessly into the eyes of a
pitiful, and way over tired Michael.

"Man......I've always wanted to get a blow-job from some tough
dude......and you my friend are the answer to my dreams.... and then
some! .....Go ahead bitch.....kiss my dick through my jock.....right on
the head....to start with.....then if it's sincere enough.....I'll let
you lick my jock......how's that sound, pretty boy?"

Garret, with his well muscled thighs pressing against each side of
Michael's neck, and the full ball sac of his jock resting on my sons
chin, had to practically lay down on top of Michael's face in order for
my son to kiss the huge wet transparent head of Garret's cock.

Garret let out a couple of loud obnoxious groans, as the outline of his
cock head pressed against Michael's lips. "Aaaaaawwwww ......ooooooooh
.........ooooooooooh shit........that feels awesome......now kiss
it.....bitch!"

Like Michael had any choice in the matter, with Garret laying on top of
his face, the pre-cum soaked knob of his cock pressed solidly against my
sons lips. Garret made it a point to grind it into Michael's lips over
and over again while taunting him. "Yeah....kiss it again........now kiss
it again.......again.......ooooooh yeeeaaaah that's it, dude......do it
again......I love the feel of your lips on my drooling cock head,
faggot!"

After grinding his jock covered cock head against my sons lips a dozen or
more times.....while making Michael kiss it over and over again, Garret
began moaning like an animal. The feel of his friends lips actually
kissing his wet knob was too much for Garret to take.

Suddenly with no warning, like a crazed jack rabbit, he began fiercely
humping his friends face.

Placing his hands above Michael's head on the mattress to brace himself,
and throwing his entire weight into it, Garret began literally fucking
his friends face through his tight wet jock strap. Grinding the full
length of his steel hard cock over every inch of his friends face.

It was obvious that he was hurting my son, as Michael tried desperately
to throw Garret off him, but with the full weight of his well muscled
friend laying on top of his face, my sons efforts were useless.

He finally submitted to the brutal face fucking he was being subjected
to, even as Garret increased the pace and roughness of each thrust,
Michael could only cry out, his cries of course muffled by his friends
jock strap.

When it appeared there was no end in sight of Garret's brutal assault,
and as his cousins and own twin brother watched on in total awe, Garret
slammed down hard, thrusting with all his strength one last time.

As we all watched, his super bubble-butt ass cheeks tensed up, as did
every other muscle within his well built teenage frame.

His entire body looking more glorious than ever with a light sheen of
perspiration covering every flexed muscle on his young tight wrestlers
physique.

With Garret moaning so loud, from what had to have been his most awesome
climax ever, we had a hard time hearing Michael's sobbing voice pleading
with his friend. "Ok.....please get off me now, Garret......I can hardly
breathe, dude.......please....I think you broke my nose......aaaahhhhh
please Garret......I'm serious dude, you broke my damn nose........come
on.....please get off me, dude?"

With those words Luke, Brock, and Garrets brother all started laughing
hysterically.

But, rather than pull himself off his sobbing friend, Garret proceeded to
hump Michael's face slowly, but with as much force as before. His well
muscled thighs on each side of my sons face, and his hard power tool
gliding back and forth across his buds bruised face and injured
nose......fiercely grinding the back of Michael's head roughly into the
mattress.....it was like a scene out of a porno flick.

It was obvious that he was just milking the last of his teenage seed, but
poor Michael, was in pain, and totally afraid that his friend was ready
to go for another round.

It was another five minutes or longer before Garret finally lifted his
butt up, and rolled over on the other side of Michael.

Sure enough, although it was hard to tell at first, with nearly all his
face covered in thick gobs of fresh teenage cum, that soaked it's way
out of his friends tight jock.......it became clear that Michael had a
broken nose.

He attempted to sit up, but Garret wasn't quite finished yet.

With a smirk and total appearance of a victor, Garret stood up on the
bed, pulled off his well worn jock strap now saturated with cum and
sweat, he placed a powerful leg on each side of Michael's head, then
with yet another smirk, he dropped the cum filled jock down on top of
Michael's face. "Stuff it in your mouth and suck my sweat and sweet cum
out of it, faggot......you got off easy this time......real easy.....but
in a few minutes......it won't be the outside of your face I'll be
fucking......it'll be your throat.....and I'm gonna LOVE hearing you
choke on my awesome dick.......trust me!"

We all listened as Michael begged Garret to let him go to the emergency
room at the hospital to have his nosed looked at.

But Garret wasn't having any of that. "No way, faggot......you're mine
till noon tomorrow.......then you can have this other faggot Conner.....
tend to your problem......got it? Now put my jock in your mouth and suck
my cum and sweat out of it..... after all....isn't that what you queers
live for......the taste of a real mans spunk?..... Go ahead put the whole
jock in your mouth and let me see you suck on it till I'm ready for a
real blow job!"

Michael laid there whimpering, ignoring Garrets order, that is till
Superboy Garret came crashing down on top of Michael's chest, knocking
the wind out of my sons lungs and pinning him securely to the bed. Garret
inched his way up to Michael's head, yanked his used jock off Michael's
face and placed both his powerful hands over his buds nose and gave a
hard thrust to the left.

As Michael opened his mouth to scream out in pain....Garret stuffed his
cum filled jock into his friends mouth. "There you go, pussy......I just
fixed your nose for you.....all better now....although I should have left
it like that.....so I could hear you tell all our buds at school.....just
how you happened to get a broken nose to begin with.....huh?"

Again the room filled with laughter....but after the laughing died
down.... Brock was quick to reprimand his cousin. "Aaaaawwww now see what
you went and did, Gare.......I specifically asked you very nicely not to
go and bruise the faggots face.....and not even an hour later .....our
new bitch has a broken nose.......damn dude......I can't trust you with
ANY of my toys .....can I?"

Garret, not appearing too afraid of Brock, just sat on Michael's chest
and shrugged his shoulders in response. "Hey, sorry dude, I got carried
away.......feeling this fags lips kissing away at my knob......I
couldn't help it......seriously Brock, I didn't even know my cock was
that powerful....ya know?......besides....I just fixed it, it might hurt
for a while, but it's back in place, so other than some pain.....no harm
done....right?"

Garret then turned his attention back to Michael, and watched in
amazement as Michael trying his best to please the strong friend on top
of him, sucked on his friends jock, his face contorted and in pain, the
entire jock inside his mouth, his eyes closed, and his adams apple
bobbing, as he swallowed the remnants of his friends cum and sweat from
the dirty jock strap.

A hard slap to his left cheek had Michael's eyes opened in a flash. A
surprised expression on his face gave way to fear, as he watched Garret
make a tight fist. "You keep your eyes opened all the time.....I get off
on watching the eyes of the bitch sucking my dick.....or in this
case.....my cum.....I love seeing the fear, and other emotions going
through your mind, wondering if you can take my whole dick, without
choking to death on it first.......or as in this case......the look of
disgust as you swallow my cum, my sweat, even the left over taste of my
piss......blink your eyes once if you're loving the taste, twice if you
hate it."

Garret sat comfortably on top of my son, inching his way closer to
Michael's head, till he was eventually sitting directly on my sons neck,
with his awesome bubble butt planted high on Michaels chest, his balls
resting on Michael's lips and his thick flaccid cock leaning up against
my sons badly bruised nose. Their eyes locked, as Garret held a sinister
smirk. Michael then blinked twice. He hated the taste of Garrets soiled
jock strap, and his friends thick cum inside his mouth, it was totally
degrading, as was everything he'd been put through, since inviting his
best friends over so that they might also enjoy a blow-job from his queer
father.......little did my son know......that it would all backfire so
badly.

Garret, now smiling down at his bud, was pleased that his longtime friend
didn't particularly care for the taste of his cum.....nor his stained
jock strap......he was sure to make a mental note of this.

Meanwhile, Jarred turned to face me once again, with his own sadistic
expression. "Now where were we, before being rudely interrupted? Ooooooh
yeah.......you wanted to smell my pits, right?"

I ignored his question cause he knew damn well I wasn't interested in
having his sweaty pits anywhere near me.

But ignoring a Clayborne is a lesson I should have learned many years
ago, and was promptly reminded of the consequences with a hard slap to my
face. "What are you sayin......you don't like my pits, bitch.....huh?"
Another slap, this one even harder had me convinced to answer him as
quickly as possible. But, before I could open my mouth, a third slap left
my ears ringing for hours.

An angry Jarred clenched his right hand into a fist. "Two seconds to
answer me, bitch......do you wanna smell my pits or not?"

I nodded my head yes....afraid to indicate my true feelings.

With me still leaning up against the bedroom wall, Jarred raised his arms
above my head and pressed his palms on the wall above me, so that his
armpits were at the same level as my face, or my nose to be more exact.
"See, old man....I like it better when people beg me to let em smell my
pits......so go ahead......beg for it.....and beg like you mean it!"

I wondered if this kid was serious.....or seriously deranged.....I mean
how many kids out there would actually smell another dudes
armpits.......willingly....never mind begging to do so?

Without saying a word, I looked him straight in the eye and waited for
the command I knew was forth coming.

The huge smirk on his face and a large wad of his spit landing on my left
cheek, were followed by the humiliating snicker. "What you waitin for
faggot?.........go ahead.....beg me to let you sniff em!"

I knew better than to try and push my luck, so rather than piss him off,
I began to plead for the opportunity to inhale his football practice
stench. "Please Jarred .......may I take a whiff of your armpits? I love
the smell of a tough teenage jocks body odor.......and to be honest, they
don't get much tougher than you and your cousins......so......it would
be such an honor .....to inhale your manly odor, ya know!"

I wondered if any of the four teen jocks were smart enough to catch the
sarcasm, but surprisingly ...Brocks next comments came rather quick.
"Dude?.....don't take that shit from him, punch the fag in the
head....teach em not to be such a wise-ass!"

Jarred, just stared deeply into my eyes, then once again spat in my face
several times.

This time however....he used his fingers to scoop up his wet saliva from
my face and ordered me to open wide. "Open wide, faggot......I'm gonna
allow you to suck my spit off my fingers....like you used to do for my
uncle Austin when you dudes were our age....heard you used to get down
and lick gobs of his spit off his boots too......he says he could get you
to do anything......just for a chance to suck his dick......now open
wide....and a word of warning....if any of your teeth even so much as
graze my fingers......I'll so enjoy removing them for ya, a few at a
time!"

I didn't need any more of a threat than that and quickly opened my mouth
as wide as I could.

The feel of his fingers brushing his spit onto my tongue was weird, and
trust me, he took his time scooping up the dribbling gobs of saliva from
my face, and transporting it onto my tongue. "Yeah.....now wrap your
faggot lips around my fingers and suck em clean, bitch!"

With the laughter from Garret, Luke, and Brock ringing in my ears, I did
as Jarred ordered.

Not sure if it was the taste of his dirty fingers or the taste of his
spit.....maybe both, but while sucking his fingers.....I started feeling
nauseous, and did everything in my power to keep from barfing.

I was being forced to suck on his fingers each time they scooped up a gob
of his spit from my face. "Yeah.....you're fuckin liking this....ain't
ya? .......you wish it was my big cock inside your mouth right
now....huh?.....but that......you'll have to earn, and you earn it by
working my pits till I'm satisfied they are clean enough....got it,
bitch?"

Not being able to respond to his question....with his fingers thrusting
roughly in and out of my mouth......apparently was my fault as well,
because he immediately began punishing me by thrusting them with more
speed and roughness as though it were his young teenage
cock.......gagging me, choking me, with half his hand working it's way
into my throat now.

After forcing me to gag and choke over and over again for a good fifteen
minutes or so, he finally pulled his fingers from my mouth. The young
jock then braced his hands once again up against the wall over my
head......allowing me another opportunity to take in the ripe odor from
his pits. "Now.....let's try this one more time, get your faggot face in
there, and inhale deeply! Then let me feel that tongue of yours buried in
there.....licking them clean....one at a time! .......Ya see, pops..... I
so get off on some bitch smellin my pits......about time I get to feel
what it's like havin one lick em....eh?"

I hesitated for a few seconds of course ......obviously not wanting to be
licking the armpits of some teenager, especially one that just finished
his football practice.....not all that long ago.

But, the smirk on his face was quickly replaced with an evil
snarl.....and I was forced to weigh the scales as to what would be more
painful.....licking the sweat from this muscular teens pits, or being
beat to a pulp by him.

Turning my head in the direction of his right armpit, I moved my face
into it, and inhaled the foul odor of a teenage jocks sweaty armpit, his
pubes still moist from an all day football workout.

"Yeah there ya go fag.........you like? I hear all you faggots like the
smell of real men after a hard work-out......well you get an extra bonus
today, pops......cause after you lick my pits clean....you get to move
downwards and do the same to my balls.... awesome.......huh?"

Being told this..... as though it should be considered an honor to sniff
and lick his nut-sac, was a typical Clayborne trait.

Each of these damn Claybornes think and feel that everyone else in the
world ......should be thankful for an opportunity to bow down and kiss
their ass in public.

So I wasn't so surprised when hearing these words and the tone of
them.....coming from this teenager.

With my face now buried deep into his armpit, and my nose pressed tightly
against the damp hair within it, I so dreaded having to stick my tongue
out and lick it.

The odor obviously wasn't something my nose had never come into contact
with before.

I mean it wasn't any worse than that of any other teenage athlete. It
actually brought back memories of my High School days and the time spent
in Phys Ed......and all the jock odor from the locker room. I even
remembered Austin's jock odor while being forced to my knees by
him.....and how I hated licking his nut-sac clean.

BUT, I must say that being the tough bully that he was and as mean and
dominating as Austin Clayborne was......he never actually forced me to
lick his pits clean.

Yet here I was...... twenty something years later, getting ready to bathe
his nephews pits .......with my freaking tongue, how sick is that?

With a tight fistful of my hair, pressing my face even harder against his
arm pit, Jarred moaned softly. Aaaaaah..... oooooooohhhh
fuck......ooooooohhhh yeeeeaaaah bitch........now give it some
tongue.......I said lick it....cunt!...... ooooooooohhhhhh
yeah....that's it....give it more tongue.......aaaaaahhhh......
uuuuuummmm yeah.....lap it clean you fuckin queer faggot!.....Ya... work
for my dick........show me how badly you wanna blow me, bitch! Worship my
fuckin armpits!"

With my face being pressed so tightly into his pits, I was struggling to
breathe.....but as hard as I tried pulling my head away, I quickly found
that I was no match against this tough teen jock.

He was by far stronger than me....and I felt literally powerless,
especially with my back up against the wall, being crushed by his well
developed chest and legs ......pressed tightly against my own.

I felt my lungs fighting for air, my mouth filled with hair from his
armpit, and the bulge from his jock growing harder.....as it pressed
against my crotch.

With my hand on the rock hard biceps of the armpit I was being forced to
worship, I tried with all my strength to pull it away from my face, so I
could suck in some badly needed air.

But it was fruitless for me to even try.

"Stop feeling up my guns, bitch......you do a good job sucking these pits
of mine.......and maybe I'll let you feel my muscles later......just
SUCK on that pit for now, faggot!"

I know it really wasn't, but it sure seemed like hours with my nose and
mouth shoved inside this young football jocks armpit.

First one then the other, and to make matters worse, I had tons of his
armpit pubes both stuck to my tongue and sliding down my throat.

The thing that shocked me more, was that as degrading as it was, and even
feeling as though I would pass out any minute from lack of air......I
felt my dick begin to grow.

It was betraying me once again, as it had done so many times years ago
.....when Austin would use my mouth and tongue for his pleasure.

Jarred, then placed his hands on my shoulders, and began pushing me
downward. "Not bad for your first time, bitch.......with some more
practice.... you'll learn to clean my pits more quickly.....of course
you'll still need to beg me for the privilege....but for now.....let's
see how you do on my balls.

Then maybe......just maybe.....I'll let you blow me!"

Down on my knees and facing his sweat dampened jock, I felt my dick move
slightly....once again.

Jarred's full package was less than an inch from my face, and the
tough-boy teens body odor was pungent.

Just the sight of this football muscle boy's massive basket, now holding
my eyes prisoner...... had me feeling goose bumps all over.

I began breathing in gasps, my heart palpitating, my mind in total
chaos.... anticipating what was to come next.

I felt my butt squirming as it rested on my heels.

No longer caring that my son was in the same room with me, watching these
Clayborne brats humiliate me, both physically and verbally, not even
caring about the self-pride I had built up over the years, all that
mattered to me at this very moment, was the teenage power pistol hiding
behind the sweat coated and disgustingly stained jock strap.... that was
now nearly touching my lips. Seeing it up close and personal like this,
the stained pouch looked so full, and huge.

Jarred's next words didn't even bother me now, I just so wanted to kiss
his teenage tool, and worship it....as I had just done to his gross
armpits. "Hey Brock.....look at em......he's like in a fuckin trance or
something......just waiting impatiently.....like a lil puppy waiting to
be fed. I should punch the perv in the face for even havin thoughts of
blowing me.....huh?"

Brocks laughter rang out as did Garret's and Luke's. "So punch the
faggot, what's stopping ya? You afraid of gettin a little blood on your
bull balls, dude?" OR are ya just afraid that if he catches you alone
someday, he'll beat ya to a pulp?"

"Ya Right! .......Like I'm afraid of this pussy ever hurtin me! Think
about it, dude.........if queerboy Michael can beat the shit outta
him?.....then one of my punches would knock him out cold! But you're
right.....I sure don't want fag blood on my balls....now do I! K, you
fuckin perv......first kiss my dick-head through my sweaty jock.....then
lick the jock all over.....make sure you cover every
inch....too.....GO-AHEAD BITCH......do as I say... or else!"

I just wanted to see this tough teens cock.....I wanted to kiss it....but
what I didn't want ....was to lick his filthy jockstrap. Why does
everything have to be so difficult in life? Why can't I just see this
good looking kids beautiful cock, without all the crap that needs to go
along with it?

Even though the stench from his jock was enough to make me barf.....the
outline of the thick power tool and huge knob hidden behind it, was doing
a number on my mind. Suddenly the sweaty odor, and piss stains didn't
matter so much.....If I had to work for the pleasure of seeing and
tasting this young powerful football jocks meat.....then so be it.

With the nice sized bulge less than an inch from my lips, I didn't have
to go too far before my mouth was pressed against the awesome outline of
the most perfect looking cock-head I had ever seen.

Because his pre-cum had been oozing out of his gorgeous piss slit for who
knows how long.....the area around his precious knob was nearly
saturated.....and he couldn't wait for his newest bitch to lap it all
away. The power he was feeling having an adult on his knees, and totally
under his control..... appeared to be a dream come true for this tough
kid. "Yeeeeeaaaah.......KISS IT BITCH.......then slip that queer tongue
of yours out .....and clean off that sweat and cock drool......I bet
it's gonna taste fuckin awesome along with my piss
stains....eh.....pops?"

He was sooooo wrong .......neither the pre-cum, the sweat, the crusted
cum, the piss stains....nor the combination of all four..... tasted even
close to awesome........

As my tongue glided over the cum soaked fabric and the thick outline of
Jarred's cock-head, my own dick made a quick jerking motion.....and
thankfully the sound of my soft moans were deafened by jarred's.
"Aaaaaaahhh ...ooooooh fuck.....tongue my knob,
faggot......Yeeeaaaaah......feels so gooooooood.......oooooh man, wrap
your queer lips around the outline of that head, bitch!"

I obediently did as ordered, taking the head of Jarred's love muscle
into my mouth and sucked it through the tight cotton fabric. Now that the
jock strap was totally saturated with Jarred's copious cock drool, along
with his jock sweat and my saliva, the taste of dried piss became more
apparent.

The good thing was that Jarred was more than ready for the feel of my
tongue connected to the flesh of his huge nut-sac.....and therefore the
amount of time I spent licking his dirty jock, was by far less time than
I imagined it would be. "Oooooh fuck.....that's enough for now,
faggot....I wanna feel your warm tongue makin love to my balls....."

Jarred placed the palm of his hand onto my forehead....and pushed me
away.

He then stripped himself of his well used jock, and after rubbing it in
my face for a moment or so, he dropped it at his feet, grabbed a handful
of my hair and pulled my face back into his groin.

"K, perv......sniff my sac....uuuuuummmmm you like that? NOW LICK! I
wanna feel your queer tongue lapping up the sweat under my jock balls."

With my tongue and nose pressed solidly against this young bullies soft
nut-sac......I instantly became intoxicated by the very odor I detested
just moments ago. So much so, that I never wanted to breathe in anything
else...ever again......just the sweet aroma of this tough-boys sweaty
balls..... especially after an all day football practice.

The next words from my young tormentor were finally words that I sooooo
wanted to hear. "SUCK EM, Bitch! .......take em one at a time into your
faggot mouth and suck em clean! ......Do it!"

I needn't be told twice.....opening my mouth wide, I sucked his left nut
into my mouth and bathed it ever so gently and thoroughly with my warm
tongue......while inhaling the jock sweat from his dampened pubes.

For the first time in my life I admitted to myself that I was gay, there
now was absolutely no doubt left in my mind. I was meant to serve
mankind, in more ways than I can count.

I was meant to be overpowered and dominated by the male
species......particularly the strong and powerful. I was now ready to
give in.....both mentally and physically.....to any tough male figure
that so demanded me to.

However........ little did I realize just what that would entail.

I obediently and graciously sucked Jarred's huge balls, first the left
then the right....then back to the left......and again the right, and
continued doing so.....swallowing the grime as if it were the nectar from
a fresh peach.

The soft moans from the tough bully standing over me with his thick well
muscled thighs spread wide, began getting louder....till he finally
pulled my head away and power slammed my mouth with his thick six and a
half inch master blaster....thrusting in and out.....harder each
time....till his huge knob bypassed the opening to my throat.....and
after three very forceful entries.....he slammed it all the way home,
burying my nose into his young thick curly bush...and holding my head in
place with his strong hands.....smothering me....and choking me.....with
no mercy.

I tried moving my head.....tried pulling away, even though I knew deep
inside.....that I was no match for this high school football jock. I
could feel my face turning red, I fought with all my might to breathe
again......but all that happened .....was me inhaling his pubes up my
nose.

I began pounding as hard as I could against his legs of steel.....hoping
if nothing else....he'd get the message that I was suffocating. I soon
realized this wasn't about me.....it was all about him...and his feeling
of power.

I probably only had seconds left before I passed out......but he seemed
to have timed it perfectly.......pulling away.....leaving only his
massive knob remaining in my mouth I was able to breathe in some badly
needed air, before he began pummeling my mouth and throat
savagely.....pounding my wind pipe with brutal force....several times
thrusting all the way home and again holding it there....till I was
seconds from passing out.....then after giving me a few breaths of
air....he'd start all over again.

I could tell this was just a game now, with him doing everything he could
to keep from nutting. Showing me....that he and only he....controlled my
life now.

My hands were all over the place.....they would rest on his awesome well
muscled thighs......then on his hips as they worked over time thrusting
his thick love muscle deep into my throat.....then I would move my hands
to his flexed bubble butt cheeks and feel them suck inward with each hard
thrust.

I wondered how long he could hold out..... not blowing his load......and
his next words would answer that question for me. "Aaaaaaawwww man, my
cock loves your queer mouth, bitch.....I could fuck your mouth all day
and night.....how's it feel...huh? How's it feel having a teenage stud
like me......drilling a new hole into your head......you liking this,
faggot......you liking my thick power tool slamming down your queer
throat.....huh? Oooooooh fuck, man......I don't know about you....but
I'm fuckin loving it!"

I began to panic....by the sounds of his voice.....he was no where near
ready to blast his load.

I wasn't sure how much more I could take before passing out.

My tongue was now totally familiar with the entire length and girth of
his cock.....it knew where every vein was located......and it literally
fell in love with the ridge just under his thick head.

It was another ten minutes or so of him abusing my mouth and throat,
before I felt his cock thicken just a tiny bit, and then with my tongue
flush against the flesh of his thick tool.....I could feel his hot lava
making its way to his piss slit.

He tightened his grip on my head.....and with his dick all the way
home.......he shot a good four or five thick volleys of his precious
cum... deep into my belly....then withdrew till just the massive head
remained in my mouth.

The jock boy then gagged me with the remaining volleys of his hot
sperm....literally filling my mouth two or three times. I couldn't seem
to swallow fast enough....and felt some of his cum sliding through the
corner of my lips....and this surprised me ....considering that his cock
was so thick.....and my lips were literally spread as far apart as they
could possibly be....I wondered how it was possible for anything to make
it's way between them and his love muscle.

I was also amazed at how much cum he shot.....even after the major
volleys were done....he continued milking his cock within my mouth by
thrusting in and out slowly.

When he finally pushed me away....he was rewarded with a standing
ovation, by his cousins Luke and Brock....his twin was way to busy
slapping Michael around, for what reason I had no idea.

While I struggled to regain normal breathing, I watched as Garret, pinned
my son down, and straddled his chest, holding his head up off the floor
with a fistful of hair, and slapping Michael over and over again. "Beg me
to kiss my ass, bitch!" smack, smack, smack, "I said fuckin beg me
.....to kiss my bare ass.....NOW!" smack, smack, smack, smack. "Come on
Garret, I swear I've had enough.....I'll beg ya....just stop hittin
me...and give me a chance...k?" smack, smack, smack, "Better start
begging, queerboy!"

"Ok, ok,..... please let me kiss your butt, Garret.....I promise to kiss
it good!"

Garret held his fist over Michael's face. "How badly do ya wanna kiss
it, cocksucker?"

Michael was sobbing once again......from the redness of his face...and
chest.....it looked as though this beating had been going on for a while
now. "I really wanna kiss your butt, Garret....really bad, man....can
I...please?"

Garret smiled down at his helpless bud, and continued to degrade him.
"Tell ya what I'll do......since you wanna kiss my ass so bad......I
might go ahead and let ya......but only if ya make love to it.....I want
ya to french kiss it for ten minutes......you willin to do that, faggo?"

It was clear now why Michael was being worked over by his friend.....he
apparently refused at first, to kiss Garrets butt.

"Aaaaawww come on, dude......I'm willing now to kiss it...why you gotta
keep pushing it...huh?"

Smack, smack, smack, smack. "You still don't git it....do ya, faggot?
You're now a faggot bitch....you don't get to ask questions....you just
do as your told.....or you get punched around...and since I have no prob
punching your fuckin lights out.....then I guess you better just do as
your told....huh?" smack, smack, smack.... "ok Garret....I'll make love
to your..... butt....and I'll ...... I'll....I'll kiss it whenever you
want....you happy now?"

A huge smirk appeared on Garret's face, as he lifted him self up off
Michael's chest....did a complete turn around, and squatted down solidly
on top of Michael's face, smothering him helplessly.

"K....queer.....let me feel that fag tongue of yours....and I better feel
it good! OR.....I'll sit on your fuckin face all night, bitch!"

It was the huge evil grin now appearing on Garret's face that told us,
Michael must be doing a good job. "Yeeeeaaaaah, queerboy.....that's
it.....let me feel that tongue go deeper.......oooooohhh yeeeeaaah.......
that feels awesome.....you're a fuckin sicko all
right.......deeper......go deeper!"

Garret, with his butt sitting flat on Michael's face, after bouncing up
and down several times.......began slowly moving it in circles "Oooooh
yeah.....lick it, faggot......LICK IT, FAGGOT!.........LICK IT!