Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2015 23:59:13 +0200
From: Naughty Bard <naughtybard@gmail.com>
Subject: The sweet life of a skater boy - part 2

The Sweet Life of a Skater Boy

by Naughty Bard

Warning: this story contains sexual acts (oral, domination, humiliation)
between young males.

If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please
stop reading.

After all the positive comments I received I decided to post the second
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Chapter 2


A few days after that crazy afternoon I found myself sitting on his large
porch, waiting for him to return from his skating. It was early afternoon
of yet another hot and sticky day in sunny Miami... and he was over twenty
minutes late, which was so like him! He'd tell me to show up at three and
then come half an hour later. I was so used to it after all those years
that it didn't even bother me anymore. I was a patient guy, besides making
a fuss was totally pointless. He had never apologize for it and sure enough
he wasn't gonna start now, let alone actually arrive on time! Oh well, that
was Kieran!

The blowjobs had become a regular activity in our hanging out sessions
which to me was pure heaven and I was pretty sure my good buddy was digging
it too. The rest of the time our relationship hadn't change much to be
honest. We'd still hang in his room and I would watch him play his stupid
video games (never liked them very much) and every now and then we would
comment on movies or music... you know, normal kids' stuff.

Yeah, nothing had changed. Except maybe:

"What's up, fag!?" That. The nickname had stuck. I saw him skate towards
me, coming from the park.

"Not much..." I answered shrugging when he reached me "waiting for you..."
I added a bit shyly.

He smirked opening the front door:

"Can't wait to do it, huh?" I gave him a half-embarrassed smile. He
snickered and let me in.



His crib was so large, compared to mine, and it was always empty during the
day. His parents were both super busy lawyers and they were like never
home, not before seven, anyways. The housekeeper only came three hours a
day, really early in the morning so she was usually gone by the time our
day as teenagers started (it was the friggin' summer holidays!!) which
meant we could have all the fun we wanted there. We entered that filthy
placed he called his room. He threw his skateboard in a corner, took off
his t-shirt and threw it on the floor.

"Can't believe how fucking sweaty I am..." he mumbled more to himself than
to me. And sure enough his perfectly hairless torso was glistening with
perspiration alright! I licked my lips in eager anticipation. He caught me
doing that, though:

"Wipe the fucking drool, fag! Hahaha!!" he teased while taking off his red
Vans. I smiled a little self-consciously. That was pretty much my usual
reaction to his continuous verbal abuse. He clearly enjoyed it a lot and I
guess it didn't really bothered me all that much. I mean, it's not like he
was saying things that were untrue, right? Ok, maybe he was a little too
honest? Maybe? Whatever...

He finished taking off his clothes and I remember my mouth watering like
crazy, gawking stupidly at his sweaty naked slim body. What a turn on that
sight was to me... I'm not sure I can put it into words cause frankly I
have no idea why that was. He was a normal kid, pretty cute, yes but not a
model or an actor. He was definitely fit and athletic but he wasn't all
muscles, you know what I mean? He didn't have huge guns or even a six pack
to fawn over! Yet, every single fucking time I saw it, that body of his
gave me an instant boner!! I had thought about it long and hard and arrived
to the conclusion that it was something I had no control over. Zero! Zilch!
I felt... I don't know... I guess powerless is the word I'm looking for?
Yeah, that's it, I felt powerless every time I lay my eyes on his young
body and the strong pubescent masculinity it emanated and the scary part
was that I didn't really mind.



He went to his desk, sat down and started browsing his iMac. He had one of
those tilting office leather chairs, you know the ones that let you kick
back and chill while you're watching a movie or something?

After a few seconds he turned to me with his eyebrows raised:

"Dude, are you waiting for an invitation?" he asked sarcastically "Come on!
You know where your spot is!" he added turning back to his 27-inch
screen. I moved quickly, went towards him, bent over, knelt down, squeezed
under his desk and turned around to face his lower half, from his perfectly
flat stomach down. His legs were opened and his clammy, mesmerizing cock
was resting on his big balls. His overpowering smell was once again
lowering my inhibitions at an alarming rate. Without thinking I threw my
face in his crotch and started lapping up what my mind had labelled `his
delicious straight boy sweat'.

"Hey, hey! Who said you could start licking?" his face appeared from above,
grinning. I swallowed.

"Sorry Kieran..." I said embarrassed again "It's just... you're
like... super sweaty down here and I just... you know, I wanted to..."

"Have a little taste?" he prompted. I nodded, smiling guiltily. He shook
his head laughing at me:

"Jeez, man! You're fucking shameless!!" he giggled "You're totally hooked,
aren't you?" it wasn't a real question, it was more like a statement filled
with... what was that? Mock pity?  "It hasn't even been a week yet and
you're already addicted to my fucking cock! Hahahaha!!" he said it slowly
and firmly, I don't know if he wanted to emphasize his words or something,
the point is he was right. I didn't know what to say to that. I decided to
go with something resembling an apology with a touch of defensiveness:

"I can't help it, ok?"

"No shit you can't..." he snorted "...not that I'm surprised..." he added
boldly "...I mean a fag's a fag, but that's gotta be a record even for
homos, right?" it sounded like a real question which I didn't really have
an answer for. I hesitated:

"I... hum... I guess..." I replied in a small voice. He looked at me in
silence for a few seconds then:

"Fuck, man! A cock-addict..." he mused then added "I'd never wanna be
you..." with brutal honesty, smiling with a voice that carried a hint of
demeaning undertone. It was faint, but it was unmistakably there. He didn't
give me the time to answer, not that I would have known what to say. He
just shrugged, unconcerned and:

"Oh well, good for me, I guess! Hehehe!!" looking back up at the
monitor. What could I say?

"So..." he continued amused, with that same undertone that was becoming a
little more evident "...all that sweat makes my dick extra yummy, huh?"

"Yeah!" I answered biting my lips and using all my willpower not to jump
him. I wanted to lick his cock so bad I was scaring myself a bit.

"Well, you're in for a real treat today! You're one lucky fag, you know
that?! You should be grateful! Hehehe!" he said cheeky as hell. I know that
sounds insulting and bla, bla, bla (not to mention 100% true) but he was
just being Kieran! Always goofing off and making fun of everyone. I know I
said this before but I don't think he purposely wanted to hurt me. The guy
was a little too self-absorbed to care about unimportant things like other
people's feelings. He wasn't even looking at me. He never did! Like EVER!

I smiled a little bitterly and said in a whisper:

"I am..." not entirely sure he heard me. He didn't comment on that, he just
had a satisfied expression on his cute face.



"Found it!" he informed me after a minute or so and I started hearing girls
talking. It was one of his porns. He fast-forwarded it to the scene he
wanted, turned up the volume and lay back in his chair, lifting his legs up
and putting his feet on the desk. All without looking at me, not even once.

"Awright fag, do your thing and make feel reeeeeeeeal good!" he said
cheerfully. His spread legs were right in front of my face and I had
permission to `do my thing'. How could it possibly get any better.

"Yes Kieran!" I said a little overeagerly and started servicing him. Not a
glance in my direction. He was obviously too interested in the girl-on-girl
action in front of his eyes.

I licked his balls like I was famished (which I was) for a little while,
then I took his awesome cock in my mouth. This time I wanted him to
acknowledge that I was at least there with him, so I did all I possibly
could to make him reach frigging nirvana!! I massaged the tip with my
tongue, pulling back his foreskin and licking off all the shit underneath
it. The taste would have probably made any normal person throw up on the
spot instead my reaction was a pretty considerable bulge in my crotch area.

"Yeah... that feels good..." I looked up. His wet hair was partially
covering one of his green eyes but still no budging from the screen. I
couldn't suppress a smile. I kept doing it for a few more seconds. I was
literally bathing his cockhead in my saliva, swirling it around in my mouth
like it was a fucking mouthwash and softly caressing his piss slit with my
tongue. When I was positive I had cleaned him thoroughly, I swallowed. Man,
all of my senses tingled.

But I was just getting started. I began to suck it gently. Up and down, up
and down, happily slavering on that thick meaty shaft, very slowly,
pressing my nose to his pubes, then coming back up. I was sure I was doing
a pretty good job but:

"Suck it harder! Come on, bitch!" he said with that light yet demanding
tone he always used during that... activity. It was his way of letting me
know that I wasn't doing such a great job after all. No sweat! I started
moving my head faster and adjusted the suction on my cheeks to make my
mouth a tighter hole for him.

"Yeah, that's better..." he told the screen, smiling to himself. Damn, he
was so fucking butch and smug and although I knew it was wrong I felt like
I could have jumped through hoops for him, almost literally!

But he was liking it now, he got hard within two minutes. Fuck, I loved the
shape of that cock. Kieran kept teasing me and saying that my mouth seemed
to have been made especially for it and I was starting to think he was
right!

He was filling my brain with his pungent boy smell and my head was starting
to spin.

"Check out that ass..." I heard him comment big and boastful, like he was
sharing that with a good buddy of his, the way he'd done with me a hundred
times before my little confession. Yet, somehow I was dead sure he was NOT
talking to me. Not this time, not ever maybe. Not anymore.



I couldn't take it, I unbuttoned my shorts and started touching my hard
dick. It felt so fucking worthless compared to his. I wasn't particularly
small or anything, I guess it was all in my head, it just felt that way!

"Stick it down your throat." he ordered after a while and I immediately
obliged. That wasn't easy, though. Even if I'd gotten better at it, I still
gagged every few thrusts which made me slower. He tolerated that for about
a couple of minutes, then:

"Come on, keep up the pace!!" he said grabbing a fistful of my hair "Here
lemme help ya!" he added playfully and pushed my head unceremoniously down
his smutty crotch burying his whole rod into me.

That wasn't good. Again it meant he wasn't happy with what I was doing. And
that hurt because it felt like I wasn't good enough to satisfy him which I
sooo wanted to be!! Am I making any sense?

Anyhow... He started moving my head up and down relentlessly, pushing quite
hard every single time and hitting the back of my throat repeatedly with
his cockhead.

"Oh, yeah..." he commented "Fuck yeah! That's how you give decent
deepthroat, cunt! Learn!" he cheerfully told the screen, probably
pretending he was talking to Jenna or Maya or Katie or whatever those
whores' names were. Yeah... but the message was for me alright! And it was
loud and clear! Although I tried my best, something like that always
happened. The closer he got to busting a nut the more aggressive he'd
become. It was like an escalation. It's kinda normal I suppose. I mean
straight guys do that, right? When they have to cum, they have to cum,
nothing else matters, which is understandable! Besides he just wanted me to
learn how to service him better, what's wrong with that? After all I was
relatively new at this and there was definitely large room for
improvement!!

Now the name calling, that was something that couldn't be helped. I hadn't
even tried to put a stop to it but somehow I was sure I would have bummed
him out if I were to mention it or maybe even embarrassed him and that was
the very last thing I wanted. What I truly, truly wanted was for him to
enjoy those moments at his heart's content. Cause I was enjoying myself so
bad!!! I mean who cared about a few bad words here and there, it was just
the heat of the moment!



Both his hands were firmly on my head, he was pushing me down faster and
faster, gagging me, probably thriving on it and moaning contentedly but not
once he lowered his gaze. My eyes were watery as my nose was now slamming
on his smelly pubes and I was inevitably puking up buckets of spit and snot
that were copiously soaking those pubes and slowly dribbling down to his
mighty balls. But he couldn't care less about that, he was too busy
pleasuring himself with my mouth. Besides he knew all too well that I was
gonna lap it up willingly till the very last nasty drop, until he was
perfectly clean again. That also had become part of our routine.



I was struggling to breath yet I came in my hand with his dick shoved down
my throat. Can you believe it? He was almost choking me... and I came. He
didn't even notice of course, the volume of his porn was too loud to hear
my moans.

And a good porn it must have been because it wasn't too long before he
threw his head back with a liberating grunt:

"Ahhhh yeah.... here it comes, bitch!" and fed me yet another dose of what
to me might as well have been the most powerful and destructive drug on the
planet. His hot, thick, sticky, slimy cum. No matter how many times he came
that stuff was always so perfectly gooey and creamy and had such a strong,
savage taste. Now I know I'm repeating myself but it was so different from
my own. Mine didn't even fucking compare! I had never tasted it but I could
tell his was definitely more... well just better I guess... way better!
Definitely more masculine. I also know that sounds stupid and fucking sick
but I couldn't get enough of it and it was getting worse. To me it
was... precious ... yes, precious and I wanted to keep drinking it forever!
Yeah, you're right. I should've been sent to a shrink but I didn't make
such a big deal out of it, I was fifteen!

I gulped it down gratefully like I was a starving dog and he was saving my
life. Then I kept his dick in my mouth for a long while after he had let go
of my head. He was

panting a little and he was even sweatier than before but the expression on
his face was one of bliss. Pure, selfish, arrogant bliss. He was so fucking
hot!



"Fuck, yeah! That felt good!" he exclaimed before finally looking down
between his legs.

"Your throat is such a nice cock sleeve, fag!" he complimented me with that
devil-may-care grin of his. I gave him a `thanks-dude' kinda look as he
noticed the tears on my face from all the gagging, tears I was quickly
trying to wipe off with my hands still keeping his now softening dick in my
mouth, cleaning it with love and care.

He smiled to that, almost pleased with himself.

"How was your fag-snack?" he then asked mockingly. I sucked the last drops
out of his cock then with a loud `pop' I reluctantly let go of it. It
bounced once on his balls.

"mmmmmm.... awesome, as always... I needed that..." I said to him
thankfully. He snickered.

"Bet you did, cocksucker! Hehehe!!" Then he took a deep breath and exhaled,
sliding a little lower down his comfy seat. I started cleaning him. It was
hard to tell if the shit I was licking was my drool or his sweat, there was
so much of it! It didn't matter I guess, I was gonna swallow it anyways.

I decided to give his ball sack some attention. His nuts were so big and
manly and beautiful and...

"I like it when you worship my balls like that, fag..." he said amused. I
stopped for a second and thought about that.

"Wor... worship?" I asked meekly. He smirked.

"Yeah, worship." he repeated "Isn't that what you're doing?" he asked with
his eyebrows raised as if he dared me to contradict him. I swallowed:

"Y... yeah... guess I am..." I agreed hesitantly then resumed licking. He
snickered, looking totally self-satisfied.



"Why don't you ever look at me when we do this?" I blurted out. He frowned
at me, he clearly wasn't expecting the question and looked a little taken
aback.

"Look at you?" he asked confused "Dude, why would I ever look at you while
I'm jerking off? I'm not a fag!"

Ouch! Jerking off!?! Fuck, that hurt!! I was blowing him, damn it!

"Of course you're not! I know that!!" I said quickly like I was apologizing
for even remotely suggesting the possibility, which I obviously wasn't. He
was looking at me like he wanted to say `I don't really understand where
you're going with this!'.

"It's just that..." I started "...you... you ONLY ever look at your porn
like I'm not even here..." he gave me a you-gotta-be-kidding-me look but I
wanted to finish what I had to say "I kinda feel like I'm your
personal... fap toy..." I whined. His expression changed and he roared with
laughter.

"Hahaha!! My fap toy, huh? Hehehe! That's a good one, I sure like the sound
of that! Hehehe!!" he said touching his stomach. I made a face.

"Kieran!" I protested. He laughed some more then:

"I'm sorry dude but come on, let's face it!" he said widely amused "You
suck me off twice a day..." he started recapping, "...when I tell you and
how I tell you..." he stressed "...and if I get horny at night all I gotta
do is text you and after like five seconds you're in my garage kneeling
down for me and letting me use your mouth to empty my balls a third time!"
he spread his hands like the thing was obvious "And..." he added "...you do
all this knowing that I'm never gonna do ANYTHING for you!" after a little
pause for effect he concluded "You kinda are my fap toy!"

I wanted to reply but what could I say? Was he wrong? Huh? Was he? I just
lowered my eyes and mumbled:

"If you say so..." he sneered.

"Yep, I do, fag!" like that settled the matter "And while we're on the
subject..." he added as an afterthought sounding cockier than ever "...I
think you should also consider yourself my cumdumpster! What do you say to
that?" Ok, he was clearly pushing it. Now I could have said `Drop dead,
asshole!' and walked out of there, leaving him baffled and he would have
probably run after me and apologized and shit. Yeah, I could have. But do
you think I did that? Of course not. He was probably testing me to see what
my reaction would be and it's pretty safe to say that he wasn't
disappointed. I just murmured:

"Ok..." he snickered then:

"Oooohhhh!! Come on! Why are you pouting?" he asked with an impish grin on
his boyish face "Aren't you happy that I'll let you swallow gallons of my
tasty spunk?" he asked boldly.  Although I didn't want to, I smiled at him
and nodded.

"Of course I'm happy, man... I just..."

"Shush!" he stopped me raising his hand "Less talking, more worshipping,
come on!" he grinned at me insolently, like a little boy that you really
wanna scold but as hard as you try you just can't bring yourself to. I
rolled my eyes upwards and all I could do was simply stick my tongue out
and get back to cleaning him. He ruffled my hair.

"Good fag! Hehehe!"



I licked his massive balls for a while thinking about the conversations
we'd just had. His words were sinking in quite fast and (fuck me!!) they
were making sense. He had been dumping every single one of his loads into
me for almost a week now, damn it! That surely made me his cumdump, in a
way!



His head was resting on the seatback and his eyes were closed. Down I
followed the trail of drool under his ball sack. His asshole was completely
exposed to me and I notice that a lot of spit had dribbled down between his
cracks and had collected on the edge of the leather seat of his chair. What
do you think I did? Yep!

"Kieran... I..." I hesitated. He opened his eyes and looked at me "I think
you got some of my spit on your ass..." I told him kind of ashamed.

"Ew!! Gross!" he said amused "You should lick it up, fag!" he looked at
me. I frowned a little:

"I should?" I asked. He looked at me like it was such an obvious thing.

"Well yeah, it's your spit, fag!" he said. Totally missed what he was doing
there, pushing it again, testing me. Frankly I thought his reason was
flawless. So I smiled a little awkwardly:

"You're right... sorry Kieran..."  I apologized diligently before tasting
his sweaty shithole for the first amazing and fucking unforgettable
time. He cackled.

"Hahaha!!! Man, you're unbelievable!!! I took a dump not three hours ago
and now you're fucking licking it! Hahaha! You're licking my shitter!
That's just awesome! Hahaha!!!" he was having his fun and rightly so I
might add. I stopped and looked at him and it slowly dawned on me. Now that
he was laughing his ass off I could see myself though his eyes. I was
pathetic! Plain and simple! But I didn't feel bad about it. More than that:
with one taste my gullible self was already in love with another nasty part
of his awesome body. One little taste and now I wanted to lick it, I wanted
to taste it again and savor it good.

So while he was still laughing I decisively put my hands on his hairless
cheeks, spread them a little, took a breath and gave a long, slow, hungry
lick between his cracks, pressing my face as hard as I could and looking at
him snicker. There was a nice little tuft of chestnut hairs just behind his
balls that smelled, well... like shit. And the taste...

"Oh, fuck! Hehehehe!! That's just fucking sick, fag! Why are you doing
that?" he asked me, shaking his head, half laughing, totally amused and
entertained by my behavior.  I gave that little tuft of hairs another small
lick. I was afraid to answer his question but I did it anyways:

"Well... you said I should do it..." I answered earnestly not daring to
look him in the eye. He grinned.

"That's right, I did!" he said cockily, then added "And you like doing what
I tell you, don't you?" that's what I was afraid of. I knew he was gonna
figure it out but I hated the fact that he was so damn quick! Not that he
needed to be, seeing my behavior but...

We looked at each other for a long instant. Then, another fragment of my
dignity went out the window when I slowly nodded. The smug look on his face
was fucking priceless.

"Well, it sure is good to be me, fag, hehehe!!" I smiled and started
licking again while he was enjoying the thrill of power he must have felt
over me. Then:

"Is my ass tasty?" Lying was totally pointless.

"Yes Kieran... very!" I answered sincerely.

"Then thank me, bitch!" he replied in that demanding tone he could whip up
at will.

"Th... thank you Kieran..." I stammered getting hard again. He had just
pushed me again and my reaction had again been to his liking. He jeered,
shaking his head in what was almost amused disbelief.

He let me tongue his ass, for probably ten or fifteen minutes, wash his
filthy hairs and clean everything with care.

"You know, having you do all this for me feels so fucking right, faggot!"
he confessed blissfully with his eyes half-closed. I didn't answer but I
saw him smile contentedly and I was happy.



Then, he put his feet on the ground and stood up.

"Alright, that's enough, for now!" he said "We need to get ready if we
wanna catch that movie!" he said in his old buddy-like tone, completely
changing the subject and setting me off for a second.

"Right! I forgot!" I replied.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower and..." he looked down at his chair. The
seat was completely covered in his sweat. Leather against skin on a sticky
summer afternoon in Miami. Do I have to say more?

"That's fucking gross!" he made a disgusted face. I smiled at him because I
had just had another one of my brilliant ideas.

"Why don't you just go take your shower? I'll clean it up..." I suggested
evasively. But he smirked at me:

"If you wanna lick that shit up just ask me, fag!" he said arrogantly. I
smiled guiltily and once again took him very seriously.

"Can I? Lick it up I mean..." I said. He suppressed a snickered.

"Sure! Hehehe! Go on, I wanna see you do it!" he said looking down
expectantly.

My answer was an enthusiastic:

"Yes Kieran!" and I heard him laugh again while my tongue got to work.

"No way, man! You're actually doing it! Hahaha!" he said "Oh fuck! I'm
gonna have so much fun playing with you!" he said playfully "You're like
ten times more entertaining than a lame video game!" I looked up at him and
smiled.

"I am?" I asked amused.

"Fuck, yeah!" we looked at each other then we both burst out laughing like
our two old selves. That felt good. Real good. Although from the look on
his face I had the slight impression that maybe, just maybe part of him
wasn't entirely laughing with me, but more at me.

But how could I blame him, right?


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