Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2016 18:54:28 +0200
From: Naughty Bard <naughtybard@gmail.com>
Subject: The sweet life of a skater boy - part 8

The sweet life of a skater boy

by Naughty Bard

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

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

Hi guys, what's up!

I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish the new chapter but I've been so
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Chapter 8

You know what I said about that moment of clarity you get right after
cumming and you see things in the right light? Well, let me tell you
something: it's bullshit! Fucking bullshit!

Five or six hours after my little outburst, hours which I spent fuming and
pacing in my room, listing all the countless reasons I was furious with
that little piece of shit who had tried to ruin my life with his stupid
loud mouth, it finally hit me. And when it did it hit me so hard it felt
like someone had whacked me on the head with a baseball bat.

I had done the single most stupid thing someone in my position could have
ever done. All of a sudden my legs started shaking as horror gripped me. My
head was spinning and I had to sit on the floor.

What the fuck had possessed me to answer him like that? What was I
thinking? Was I thinking at all? Of all the feelings, my stupid pride had
had to take charge? And what pride? I was a foot-licking faggot who
couldn't help getting a hard on every single time a cute guy so much as
sneered at him. What pride? I had none! None whatsoever!

Why the hell had I acted like that? I loved being his bitch! It was pretty
much the only thing I loved and I had ruined it forever. I had right? I
mean that had to be the end of it, the way I acted. Or maybe I was wrong,
maybe I could still turn this around.  I looked at the alarm clock on my
night stand. It was 7:09. Fuck! He had to be back home by then. It was too
late, even if I hadn't gone psycho on him he had given me a choice and it
was too late. But I had to at least try to fix it somehow. I ran down the
stairs and told my mom they could start dinner without me and didn't stick
around to hear her nagging.

As I was cycling towards his house like a madman I also realized something
else. Me not seeing him anymore was absolutely devastating and the end of
my happiness and blah, blah, blah, but it wasn't the only reason I should
have been upset. He had pics of me and videos that he could post
every-fucking-where and they were possibly just a tad compromising. And I
had elegantly told him to fuck off.

"Great job, you asswipe! Congratulations!" the heavily sarcastic voice in
my head was telling me. "Now what?"  I was breathing heavily and my heart
was pounding again. I had to talk to him no matter what.

I got to his door and started ringing the doorbell. His mom opened and
looked a bit surprised.  "Finn?"

"Hi Mrs Jackson, I'm really sorry to bother you at this time." I started,
still breathing heavily.

"Is everything alright, sweetie?" she asked a little worried, seeing me
pretty upset.

"Yeah... well, sort of... I need to speak to Kieran, please," I
pleaded. She looked pained, then hesitated a second or two pressing her
lips.

"Honey, I don't think he wants to see you right now," she told me and my
heart sank. "He said something about you two having a fight..."

"Yeah, I know! It was completely my fault, I just wanna apologize to him,
please!" She gave me an understanding smile.

"Look, hon, now it's not a good time, just give him space to cool off a
bit, ok? I'm sure tomorrow you boys will make up, first thing in the
morning." she told me and I tried really hard not to cry in front of her
while thinking, `Yeah, sure! Fat chance!'

"Um... ok..." I mumbled miserably "Will you at least tell him how sorry I
am, please Mrs Jackson." She smiled fondly at me.

"Sure, love. And don't look so worried, I don't know what happened between
the two of you but you've been best friends since forever, I'm sure you'll
work it out." She patted my cheek affectionately.

"Yeah..." I replied unconvinced.

"Now run along dear, I'm sure your mom would like you to be home for
dinner," she said with an exquisitely polite but final tone.

"Yes ma'am..." I said and she closed the door.

It was over. I knew it was. He was never gonna forgive me. I had been so
rude to him, it had to be unforgivable. What was I gonna do? I
instinctively looked up at his window. Was he in his room now? What was he
doing? How could I make it up to him? Could I EVER make it up to him in the
first place? FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I had ruined my life with my own hands. Not
only had I thrown out the window the best thing that had ever happened to
me, but I had put the rest of my life in jeopardy.

It took me a few minutes to pluck up the courage to leave his house. I was
devastated and I realized I was crying. My chest was heaving and hurting so
bad I was sure it simply was not possible for me to actually feel worse
than that. When I got home I went straight to my room and crawled into bed
crying, weeping desperately and sobbing uncontrollably with my face pressed
hard on my pillow. Then, after all my tears had gone dry, I fell into a
dreamless, restless sleep.

When I woke up I was feeling worse than ever. I wracked my brain trying to
see the whole thing from a different point of view but no matter how hard I
tried, nothing was likely to work. There was no way Kieran was ever gonna
forgive me on his own. I had to speak to him and convince him, but he was
never gonna see me again, and even if he was, Kieran had never listened to
what I had to say when I was his friend, he was definitely not gonna start
now. Nah, it was hopeless. Totally hopeless. The only people he listened to
were his...

And that was it. The idea just popped into my head. It was probably the
dumbest idea in history and it had almost zero chances of working and I
realized that. But to say that I was desperate would be putting it
mildly. Besides, it was the only thing I could come up with and, to be
frank, I had literally nothing to lose.

I googled his address and got to his house. It was small. No white picket
fence, just a very cheap wire fencing and a half-broken aluminum letter box
with the name Edwards handwritten on it. A bit of a sleazy place if you ask
me but I wasn't there to judge.

I gulped, got to the door and knocked repeatedly. No one answered, so I
rang the doorbell. Damn it, someone had to be home! His mom or one of his
little sisters, anyone who could tell me where to find him! I knocked
again, more forcefully and this time I heard a really, really grumpy voice
grunting:

"What the fuck?" It was him. I knocked again because I wanted to make sure
he understood that I wasn't going anywhere. And then the door opened and a
sixteen-year-old chestnut-haired boy appeared. Topher Edwards was now
standing in front of me wearing only his shorts. Fuck, my brain had the
time to appreciate just how hot he was even with his hair all
messy. Unfortunately the look on his face told me that maybe, just maybe, I
had woken him up and he didn't look particularly happy.

"Fag?" he frowned. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked sleepily
yet rather aggressively while his eyes were still adjusting to the light.

"I'm so sorry..." This wasn't going so well. Pissing him off right before
asking for his help: probably not a smart move. "Did... did I wake you?" I
stammered. He smiled a fake smile at me.

"No, not at all!" he said in a sarcastic sugary tone that immediately
turned into an aggressive bark. "Of course you did, genius! What do ya
want?"

"Look, I'm really sorry but I need to talk to you... it's about Kieran..."
he snorted.

"Fuck off, fagboy," he said and slammed the door in my face.

"No, please Topher, I beg you!" I started pounding the door in total
panic. "Please, let me expl..." but the door opened again and now he was
really mad.

"You got about three seconds to get lost before I beat the shit outta ya,
bitch," he threatened me, five inches from my face.

"Please, Topher..." I pleaded with a voice so full of pain and desperation
as my eyes filled up with tears. It was pathetic. I fell on my knees and
touched my forehead to the ground between his feet. "Hear me out five
minutes..."

"What the fuck are you doing? Get up!" he said but I stubbornly remained
like that.

"I swear I won't bother you ever again after that, but please listen to
what I have to say, I beg you!"

"Oh for fucks' sakes, fine!" he said, exasperated. "Get your ass inside,
before somebody sees you, you fucking weirdo!" I didn't wait for a second
invitation. I couldn't believe my luck. He closed the door and looked at me
with tired eyes, then shook his head irritably.

"Come with me." he said and turned his back on me and I followed along a
short corridor to his room. He entered and immediately grumbled, "Gotta
piss..." and went straight for the john, leaving the door slightly
ajar. Now this guy's pigsty was giving Kieran's a run for its money. It was
just as messy, only smaller and with much, much cheaper furniture. Dirty
clothes and underwear lying everywhere, as well as other shit. The smell in
there was pretty funky even for a teenage boy's room. I heard the strong
stream of his piss hit the toilet water loudly, with such a foamy
sound. Then, as you do, he let out a huge, loud fart completely unconcerned
that someone else was in his house. It was probably the butchest
combination I had ever heard anyone do. He flushed, then came back into the
room, gloriously scratching his crotch. As you can imagine my knees started
buckling.

"This better be quick..." he grunted, throwing himself heavily on his
crumpled bed. "I am not a morning person," he said irritably.

I looked around. The only chair in the room was completely covered with a
mountain of tangled up worn t-shirts and shorts. The thought of offering me
a place to sit didn't even cross his mind. He was looking at me with his
weight on his elbows and his legs dangling from the end of the bed. So I
swallowed hard and sat on the floor, right in front of him.

Well, I..." All of a sudden I didn't know where to begin.

"C'm on! What's up?" he yawned loudly at me. I didn't wanna annoy him even
more, so I began.

"You know what happened between me and Kieran, right? You were there..." I
stated the obvious.

"Yeah, so?" he asked.

"Well, I made the biggest mistake of my life I..." I whined as soppy as
hell. "I screwed up big time and now I'm... I'm totally lost, man!" I
started pouring out my heart "I went to his house last night, to apologize
but like, he wouldn't even see me!" He was looking at me with a slight
frown, then he shrugged, totally unconcerned.

"And what's that gotta do with me?" he asked.

"Well I... uhm... I was hoping you could... you know...  like... talk to
him... a little... try to convince him to forgive me... and take me
back..."

He snorted derisively. "As his slave?" he asked with a smirk. I looked down
and nodded silently, ashamed of myself. He snorted again. His naked feet
were almost touching the floor right in front of me.

"You're doing this because of all those pics and vids, aren't you? The ones
he's been sending us?" he explained "You're afraid he's gonna fuck you over
and post them all over the internet, right?"

Man, that was surprisingly dead on! He was smart. Smarter than me, that's
for sure! But he didn't get the whole thing. I mean he was a rational being
and of course he was only seeing part of the problem.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't be..." he continued. "I mean, the way you
pissed him off, he probably will if he hasn't done it already." My heart
sank, was I really too late?  "And that's some sick stuff he got you to say
on camera, man..." he told me, then added, more practically, "I mean, sure,
it was pretty fun to watch and all, especially with the guys but, holy
shit!"  He commented smiling, then curiously asked, "How the fuck did he
make you do all that, by the way? What does he have on you, c'mon?" he
asked, curious and amused. "He even made it look like you fucking loved
it!" he added, half laughing.

I couldn't hold his gaze so I looked down again and said nothing. There was
silence for a couple of seconds, then the smart boy put two and two
together.

"Unless you really do love it." I kept my silence and he shook his head
smiling in an amused disbelief "No fucking way, man!" I nodded. He looked
at me with the same disgust mixed with pity he had given me the day
before. Then he raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I shouldn't be too surprised I guess, judging from the fucking boner
you had on yesterday while you were giving us that little freak show..." he
commented. I didn't say a word. He frowned at me and spread his hands. "I
mean, I get it, you're a fag, but still, how can you like being treated
like that?" he asked, then "You should snap the fuck out of it, man!" He
added, "Didn't he... like... betray your trust and shit? Isn't that why you
went apeshit?"

I looked at him. He was just adorable. He was actually trying to save me,
somehow. Can you believe it? But I didn't need that kind of saving. I knew
deep down that Kieran wasn't the problem, I was, my twisted mind was.

"It's more complicated than that..." I started "See, he never did anything
I didn't like, to be honest..." He looked at me like I was from another
planet "It's true..." I assured him. "Okay, well, maybe telling you guys
about me..." I conceded "...but it's just because he took me by surprise,
it's not like I didn't love licking your feet yesterday..." He kept
listening to me. "But you see, that doesn't even matter in the least!" I
said "He can do that to me because I'm a cock addicted, submissive,
inferior faggot whore." I told him earnestly in one breath. He looked at
me, almost impressed. Not with me of course.

"Wow, he really did a hell of a number on you, didn't he?" he commented a
little amused. I smiled bitterly. If only it were that easy.

"Well, yeah, that's part of it but... he simply understood what my true
nature really was and... he sort of... showed it to me..." I tried to
explained.

"By making you drink his piss?" he asked with a disgusted yet even more
amused expression. I shrugged.

"It doesn't matter what he makes me do..." I answered "If it makes him feel
better or... or even if it's just amusing to him..." I hesitated "...I
simply have to do it because it makes me feel too good..." He snorted
again.

"Dude you're a..." he hesitated "...what do you call those losers who enjoy
being humiliated and shit?" he asked snapping his fingers a couple of
times, they way you do when you can't think of the right word you wanna
use.

"A masochist..." I prompted.

"Yeah, that's it! You're a fucking masochist!" he said shaking his head
with disapproval. I looked down again.

"I know you don't understand, Topher..." I said, "...which proves you're
obviously nothing like me..." He snorted again.

"No shit I'm not!" he shot back derisively. I smiled meekly, then proudly
showed him all I had learned during my training with Kieran.

"See, you're straight and straight boys were born to be served and
worshipped by pathetic faggots like me. It's genetics, I belong to an
inferior race than yours so it's totally fair that I should be serving
superior guys like you, right?" I ended my speech with the feverish urge
that you usually associate with crazy fanaticism. I sounded like a
lunatic. He had been looking at me with an entertained smile on his face
but the moment my mouth stopped he couldn't contain himself any longer. He
started shaking his head and cracked up.

"Hahaha! Oh, fuck, man, you actually believe that shit!" he commented and
looked at me for a few seconds without speaking. Then "Dude, I swear, it's
fucking pathetic, but you know what?" he shrugged, clearly pleased. "I'm
not gonna argue with ya!" Then he added, smiling pretty cockily, "So I'm
superior, huh? Go on!" He was so fucking cute, so comfortable half lying on
his messy bed in that room that reeked so much of teenage testosterone that
my head was spinning. I liked this guy! I liked him a lot and felt like I
could trust him and tell him anything.

"Can I be entirely honest with you?" I asked.

"Sure, whatever." he said smirking down at me.

"Well..." I started, "...you... you said I'm pathetic and you're right, of
course!" I told him. "But you don't even know the half of it!" I said. He
raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, I saw you cum while licking stinky feet, without even touching
yourself, on all fours and moaning like a bitch in heat, I think I get the
picture," he said half laughing. I smiled again.

"Yeah, well, then check this out..." I said bitterly "...from the moment
this conversation started my whole body has been screaming at me how
fucking wrong it is for me to be talking to you like this, that my face
should be on the floor, kissing and licking your feet and groveling like
the inferior faggot bitch I am and showing you the proper respect you
deserve. That's how pathetic I am!" He snorted and shook his head.

"Well, you chose a shitty way to live, if you ask me!" he said half
sneering, not too sympathetic. I lowered my eyes. Chose? Yeah, like I had
had any say at all in the matter! He looked at me curiously, then smiled.

"So... like... if I do this..." he lifted his foot and placed it two inches
from my face, "your mouth starts watering and shit?" he asked, amused. I
smelled it. It was just as nasty as the previous day and it was pretty
dirty.

"Mmm... yeah..." I said excitedly. He smirked.

"Are you getting a fucking boner again?" he continued. Obviously I was. I
nodded inhaling his masculine smell deeply. He scoffed at that.

"Man you're fucking hopeless..." he commented, then "Well? What are you
waiting for? C'mon! Do what you gotta do and show me... what was that?
`Proper respect'?" he asked rhetorically, making quotation marks, still
shaking his head in an amused disbelief.

"Yes Sir!" I answered automatically and immediately pressed my face to it
and started licking and moaning. It tasted just as one would expect, bad,
but it wasn't as sweaty as the day before. I loved it anyway. I swallowed
the dirt trying to make it nice and pink again. Some got stuck in my throat
but that's when my body started drooling like crazy to help me gulp it
down. He let me lick for like twenty or thirty seconds looking at me pretty
amused.

"This shit is kinda fun," he smiled, then paused for a few more seconds. He
was considering something. "But you know what?" he said lowering his foot
on the floor and sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Since you're here and
you wanna serve me that bad, how bout you do something more useful with
that mouth of yours?" He slipped off his shorts and boxers oozing
confidence and my eyes were suddenly glued to his crotch. He threw his
dirty underwear on the chair and spread his legs in front of my face. "Like
sucking my dick," he said with a casual tone, like he wasn't really asking
me to do it, if you know what I mean.

It was the second dick I had ever seen in my life. He had chestnut pubes
just like his hair and big balls, bigger than Kieran's probably although
his ballsack wasn't as low hanging. His cock was totally limp and fucking
impressive. I suddenly realize that I was in total abstinence. I hadn't
sucked Kieran's in 24 hours and now that a young, clammy, musky cock was
right in front of me the urge to taste it was getting unbearable. I was
hungry. Hungry like never before.

"Mmmm... It smells so strong..." I said a little too adoringly to sound
disgusted. He smiled, amused.

"Well, I'm not exactly clean..." he told me a little cockily, taking his
dick in his hand "...but dude, c'm on! After what I've seen you do, I'm
sure a smelly dick ain't gonna be a problem, right?" he chuckled
rhetorically, like he already knew the answer.

"No, of course not!" was all I could manage to say as my face was getting
closer to it and his teenage boy stale sweat stench was filling my lungs
and enslaving my poor brain, as violent and pungent as fuck!

He smirked at the stupid look on my face then completely peeled back his
long foreskin. His cockhead was partially covered with that kind of white
shit you get when you jack off like crazy and don't wash for several
days. "Woah! That's a lot of dick cheese! Hehehe!" he laughed maybe a
little surprised of his own very questionable personal hygiene. On top of
that you could definitely tell he had just taken a leak, his cockhead was
all wet.

I was still drooling, now more than ever. I ran my tongue over my lips,
almost feverishly. He looked even more amused at my expression.

"Wanna lick it off?" he teased, wildly entertained.

"Yes, please!" I said without even looking at him, as transfixed as I was
by that unwashed, revolting cock. He snickered, softly.

"Knock yourself out, hehehe!" he said and as my mouth opened to envelop his
cockhead in a filthy French kiss he let go of his meat, spread his legs
even wider to give me full access, and laid back again, resting on his
elbows.

The stench was overpowering from down there. Pure masculine stench. And the
taste... The strongest one was fresh piss and it was all mixed up with his
smegma. I gathered up quite a lot of spit, then I started massaging his
cock head to clean him up perfectly. I felt so good, man, that taste was so
violent and strong I couldn't help moaning in sweet pleasure.

"Fuck, dude you should see your face!" he said grinning. "You know, my
cousin Cindy is an A class cockslut and she's sucked me off a few times..."
he said like I hadn't already heard that story "...but even she makes me
shower before blowing me," he told me, now even more amused than
before. "What you just did is pretty fucking gross, man!" he
commented. "Not that I'm complaining one bit, hehehe!" he added, totally
entertained. I sucked in the saliva and gulped down. I let go of his
cockhead making sure to make a very loud slurping noise and his meat bumped
down on his massive balls.

"Wow! It was... so tasty... thank you for letting me clean it for you..." I
said earnestly and he smirked.

"What a sick faggot," he mumbled, amused. I wanted to please him so bad. It
was Kieran, all over again.

"Look, look! I swallowed it!" I told him opening my mouth as wide as I
could and sticking my tongue out to show him. He snorted.

"Yeah, whatever, just keep sucking it and make me cum," he said with
natural, inborn authority.

"Yes Sir!" I replied and watched him smirk down at me when I took his whole
limp dick in my mouth.

I gave my all in that blowjob. Sure, it was the fact that he was my only
hope to patch things up with Kieran but that wasn't it. I wasn't really
thinking, you know? How could I? My body was on autopilot because my
instincts knew what needed to be done far better than my conscience did. I
sucked on it like there was no tomorrow, going up and down on his pole that
had grown so big in my mouth. It was maybe slightly shorter than Kieran's
but its girth was bigger. I pumped him for maybe three minutes non stop. He
laid there and made me do all the work, biting his lower lip, grunting with
pleasure and occasionally closing his eyes.

"Fuck, you're good!" he said after a while and I sort of smiled at him and
with a loud `POP' I let go of it for a second.

"Really?" I sounded so surprised that he had complimented me, he smirked at
me.

"How many cocks have you sucked, apart from Kieran's?" I looked at him like
the answer was obvious. I shook my head.  "None, Sir... he's the only
one..." I answered and he raised his eyebrows.

"And how many blowjobs have you given him?" he pressed and I frowned
slightly.

"Hum... I'm not sure... but I've been sucking him off at least three times
a day for a little over a month, so..." He snorted.

"Dude, that's like a hundred times! No wonder you're this good, you're a
fucking cock gobbler!" he commented, then snickered, "Ain't your mouth
tired?" I laughed a little and shook my head.

"It's never enough." He smirked, then grumbled:

"Yeah, I'll bet."

I looked up to him and after a couple of seconds of silence I asked
curiously, "Am I better than Cindy?" He laughed at that.

"Hahaha! What, you wanna beat her?" I smiled and nodded super eagerly. I
had no idea why I wanted to play that fucked-up game but I did!

He mused, still snickering, "Well, let's see..." he started. "There's one
thing she does that kinda pisses me off. She needs to stop sucking every
couple of minutes cause she says she's gotta breathe," he said spreading
his hands and rolling his eyes with a snort. I was a bit slow but then the
bell rang.

"I'm so sorry, Sir!" I apologized. "I don't need to breathe!" I said
stupidly and shoved his dick back in my mouth. Of course he laughed a
little. How could he not?

"Hehehe, didn't think you did, hehehe!" he teased. I started blowing him
even harder, sucking like a hoover because differently from Kieran, this
guy had something to compare my performance with and I really wanted to be
the best cocksucker he had ever had. For some reason, it was really, and I
mean really important to me.

I pressed my lips and nose hard on his chestnut pubes, taking it all. I did
that three or four times in a row, and saw him close his eyes and moan with
pleasure.

"Mmm... I'm hitting the back of your throat... that feels pretty good," he
said. "Keep doing it," he ordered, scratching one of his cheeks. I did.

Turned out, it wasn't easy. My neck was tired and my throat wasn't exactly
happy to become his cock's head punching bag. But I did it. I was
uncomfortable on my knees and my back was bent funny, but I carried on.

"Yeah... that's it! Keep it up till I cum." he said in his calm, commanding
teen voice that was telling me loud and clear that caring about my
discomfort wasn't exactly a priority for him now.  "Do it faster," he said,
looking at me.

I did as I was told and my eyes were starting to water. Kieran had given me
so much training that deepthroating a cock wasn't something new, but he
liked to grab my head and face fuck me which meant all I could really do
was choke and try not to pass out. This guy was making ME do it, I was
throatfucking myself with his dick to make him cum and he wasn't even
touching me.

"Fuck yeah..." he moaned "Faster." he said then and I couldn't believe
it. I tried but I simply didn't know how to go faster.

"Faster." he continued and I gave it all I got but apparently it still
wasn't enough.

"Come on, cocksucker! Thought you said you wanted to be better than my
cousin!" he said in a soft voice that was oozing pleasure. "Suck it
faster," he ordered me with his calm authority, pretty much the same Kieran
used, the one that got to me so easily.

And that was it. My body suddenly found out how to move faster. My neck
almost broke but I started skull-fucking myself on his pole, choking and
grunting like crazy.

"Oooohhohohohoho!" His moan became a pleased chuckle. "Oh, fuck yeah,
that's it... mmm... that's what I'm talking about... oooohhhohoho... keep
it up, come on! Mmmm..." Fuck that was hard, I was sweating all over but my
dick was as hard as rock. After what seemed like forever I heard him groan.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!" and he started shooting right away.

I kept banging my face against his pubes like a maniac as he was gasping
and grunting and arching his back for ten or fifteen long seconds till he
finally let himself go on the bed holding his head in pure bliss. I was
furiously gathering all of his cum, mixed with my spit as I started to slow
down, little by little sucking it as hard as I could to empty his balls
completely.

Cum, finally. Having spent almost a day without it I now knew it was
something I simply couldn't live without. I could go maybe five or six
hours without it but that was it. I was also pretty sure I could have lived
off it. There was nothing that tasted better than hot, sticky, gooey, slimy
teenage cum. No question about it!

He stayed down for a few seconds, as his heartbeat was slowing down. I kept
massaging his still stiff dick with my tongue. My mouth was full to
bursting but I was pretty sure he enjoyed that sensation. He ran one of his
hands through his brown hair then slightly turned his head sideways and
stretched one of his arms to grab his cigarettes, tensing his abs and
showing off his six pack. He took one out of the packet and lit it, then
put one of his arms behind his back to lift his head up a bit and finally
looked at me.

"Did you swallow?" he asked while smoke was coming out of his mouth. I
shook my head no ever so slightly, still firmly attached to his now
softening dick. He took a long puff, still looking at me, then blew out the
smoke and simply said, "Do it." I obeyed, of course, gladly. He
smirked. "Show me." I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out like
before. His dick slowly bent down, little by little returning to its usual
size. He started snickering.

"Hahaha! Well, congratulations, you're a better cocksucker than Cindy." he
said and I beamed.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Totally!" he laughed. "I mean, like I said, she loves cock all right
but you... fuck, dude, the way you suck it... it looked like you were
fucking starving or something!" he stated, amused, hitting the nail exactly
on the head. I smiled bitterly and started licking his balls with the same
hunger. He snorted and shook his head. He took another puff, then blew out
the smoke, completely relaxed.

"All right fag, here's the deal," he said in a practical tone. "I'm gonna
talk to Kieran and see what's on his mind..." I almost jumped because for a
minute there I had even forgotten the reason I was doing all this.

"Really? You are?" I was so excited.

"I didn't say I'm gonna convince him, I'm just gonna talk to him," he
warned.

"Yes, of course, thank you so much, oh my god, thank you!"

"But in exchange I want you to give me head every once in a while," he said
with a smirk. I couldn't believe that was all he wanted. I gave him a
foolish grin.

"That makes me even happier!" I exclaimed. I started lapping frantically,
more grateful than ever, or so it felt. I'm sure you can tell by now that
my emotions were all over the place whenever I had a cute boy in front of
me. Anyhow, I was licking happily and I simply couldn't help myself
"I'll... I'll do more than that, for you!" I started "I'll... I'll suck you
off whenever you want..." I offered carelessly "...day and night..." My
tongue was going crazy now. He was smiling broadly and watched me, widely
entertained.  "Every time you get a hard on you can text me and
I'll... I'll suck your tasty cock for you..." He took another puff,
smirking. Again my fanatic horniness was getting the best of me, completely
unconcerned with little things like, I don't know... human dignity? But as
I said I liked him and he was being so nice to me the least I could do was
offer him the only thing I had: my services. He was laughing softly now
"I'll be your cumdump, I'll... I'll..." I hesitated, lost for words.

"My cumdump?" he asked half laughing.

"Yeah, you know, something you use to..."

"I know what a fucking cumdump is, faggot!" he cut me off, still amused.

"Of course you do, I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly and he took another
puff smirking like crazy. "Please let me do it! I swear, I'll be the
perfect faptoy for you! I'll... I'll learn to suck it exactly the way you
want it!" He kept looking down at this pathetic little fagboy who was
happily kissing and lapping at his huge, manly balls while making a
complete fool out of himself. "You can train me!" I ranted on and he
listened intently to me with a relaxed, amused smirk making me even more
grateful and wishful to let him know all the advantages he would get if
he'd let me serve him. Are you even surprised by my reactions anymore, at
this point?

"And... and... as you saw, you'll never have to worry about showering first
or anything... it doesn't matter how sweaty or smelly or gross your body
is, Sir... be...because I'm... I'm like... not a person... I'm an object
a... a... a faptoy! Yes, a faptoy and... and I mean, who showers before
fapping, right?" I said like it was such a ridiculous thought, and this
time he laughed louder.

"Hahaha! Not me, fag, that's for sure! Hehe!" he answered my rhetorical
question so amused by my pathetic words.

"Right, of course not!" I promptly answered, "And... and you can totally
treat me like an object, you know? Like I'm not even there!" How much more
could I degrade myself in front of him? "You can... you can watch porn,
like Kieran does and dump your load in me without ever looking at me once
and... and then you can kick me out when you're done using me! Please, Sir!
It would be such an honor to do that for you!" He closed his eyes for a
second and he was still chuckling and shaking his head.

"All right, all right, dude I get it! Breathe, for fuck's sake!" he said
trying to calm me down. I smiled, a little embarrassed. He stretched and
yawned, then looked at me then for maybe the third time that morning he
said:

"You know, faggot, you are officially the single most pathetic thing on
this fucking planet."

"I know, Sir!" I said smiling happily. "So, will you let me do it?" He
smirked and took another puff from his cig. After a couple of seconds he
shrugged.

"Sure! Why the hell not, you can be my cumdump." I smiled gratefully.

"Oh, thank you, Sir! Thank you so much!" I said licking his balls again,
adoringly. He snorted.

"I still think that's a shitty way to live but hey..." he shrugged, "It's
your life! What do I care?" He said "Besides, he's already brainwashed you
so I might as well enjoy using your queer mouth to get off, right?" I
smiled.

"Yes Sir! Like a cumdump!" I told him and he laughed.

"Yes, fag, exactly like a cumdump, hehehe!" he reached for his phone on the
nightstand, near his bed.

"Gimme your number." I did, eagerly. He dialed then:

"You got a name?" he asked with the cig in his mouth.

"Finn." I answered. He frowned.

"I don't think I'll remember that..." he said, then smiled "Do you prefer
faptoy or cumdump?" he asked cockily. I laughed. Did I mention I liked this
guy?

"Whatever you like best, Sir."

"And cumdump it is!" he chuckled.

"There! I'll call you when I've spoken to Kieran..." Then he smiled, "Or
when I get horny, whichever comes first!" I smiled back.

"Yes Sir! Your pleasure is all that matters!" I told him and he snorted,
shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah..." he brushed me off, dropping his phone on his bed. He
resumed smoking.

"Thank you so much Sir, you won't regret it!" I said happily. "I already
learned the first couple of rules, today!" He frowned, amused.

"Oh, really? Let's hear them!" he said. I smiled impishly.

"First one: I must never, ever stop sucking your dick, for ANY reason but
especially not to breath!" I told him smiling. He laughed softly, and
somehow I noticed his laughter wasn't as sadistic as Kieran's.

"You got that right, fag!" he said pleasantly.

"Rule number two: Even if I choke I still gotta use my throat to jack you
off, Sir, because it makes you feel good!" He laughed again.

"Oh man!" he said shaking his head again, then, "You know what? Fuck yeah!
You do that!" he continued amused, probably thinking I was half joking
"Here's another one for you..." he said taking a puff, "...always swallow."
I became more serious.

"Well that's a given, Sir!" I said changing the tone of my voice a bit. He
arched an eyebrow.

"Is it?" He asked still amused but maybe a little confused by my
seriousness.

"Of course! Straight boys' cum is precious! It's a gift stupid faggot pigs
like me don't even deserve!" I explained "That's why I kept it in my mouth
for a while, I was enjoying that perfect taste for as long as I could!" It
felt so good to talk to this boy. "I'm sorry, from now on I'll swallow it
right away, if that's what you want, Sir!" He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Aaaahhhh, dude you're unbelievable!" A little exasperated, he said, "It's
just cum, it comes outta your dick too, ya know?" He said once again trying
to bring me back to an acceptable level of craziness. I smiled. He simply
didn't get it, how could he, he was straight!

"It's not the same, Sir! Mine is useless, yours is..." I couldn't find an
adjective that was awesome enough but thinking about the after taste I had
in my mouth I couldn't help but shiver a little. He shook his head again
and snorted.

"Fine! Have it your way!" he said, almost resigned, then he added
warningly, "As long as you swallow it!"

"Yes Sir! Every drop, Sir! Always!"

"Good. Cause what kinda cumdump would you be if you didn't, right?" he
commented smiling. I laughed a bit and he did too.

He looked at me for a few seconds. My tongue was now working on his pubes,
cleaning them thoroughly. His cigarette was almost finished.

"Do you want me to go, Sir?" I asked, a little awkwardly.

"In a minute." he said "Why did you come to me?" he asked all of a sudden,
sincerely curious. I frowned.

"W... what do you mean?"

"Yeah, I mean, you needed someone to talk to Kieran, fine, but why me? Why
not Seth or Connor or Ace or even Junior?" I hesitated and looked down.

"Well... Seth hates me, Sir... the Cooper brothers, they..." I
paused. "They scare me, Sir... I'm sure they would've beaten me to a pulp
on sight..." I explained. "And Connor is..." I didn't even finish the
sentence, there was no need.

"Do you really think they would have listened to me?" I asked. He arched an
eyebrow.

"And what made you think I was gonna?" I hesitated again.

"Well... the look you gave me... yesterday..."

"What look?" he asked.

"I don't know, it was different from the others'..." I started "It was
like, even if you were ...like having fun and all... you kinda felt a
little... sorry, for me, maybe?" My voice had a rising intonation.

He looked at me, apparently satisfied with the answer. Then he shrugged. "I
guess..." he said "...a little..." then he smiled and snickered, thinking
about it. "It was still pretty fun, though. Hehehe!"

"Yes Sir!"

He took a long final puff from his cigarette, then slowly exhaling he said
calmly, "All right, now you can get the fuck out."

"Yes Sir!" I said, bent to kiss both his feet once then stood up, gave him
a last grateful look.

"Thank you!" I said softly. He shook his head amused one last time but
didn't respond and I left.

Cycling back home I started thinking about what had just happen. Once again
I had been completely incapable of controlling myself. This dude only
wanted head every now and then and what had I done? I had pushed him and
begged him to make me his 24/7 cumdump. What the hell was wrong with me? I
wanted to be Kieran's slave, right? Then what the hell was that? My
instincts had taken over once again and I know I should have been used to
that by now but I thought only Kieran could give me those sensations. Now I
liked Topher too? No shit I did, I really, really liked him, FUCK! I was a
slut!

I thought about that for a second. Then all of a sudden I burst out
laughing. I was laughing so hard people in the streets were starting to
stare at me.

A slut? Really? A slut? After all the monstrosities Kieran had been calling
me I was worried that I might be a slut?

My stomach hurt and I had to stop the bike. I was cackling like a crazy
person and for once didn't give a shit about what people might have thought
of me. I enjoyed that laughter like I hadn't laughed in a long, long
time. Which I hadn't, to be honest. Kieran and I hadn't laughed like that
in a while. He laughed at me all the time but I was obviously not included
in that. Sure, he still made me smile every once in a while but it was
different. But to be honest I didn't mind that. Being laughed at felt so
much better than laughing at something... or someone. Because it made my
dick hard and at fifteen, little else matters, I'm afraid. Besides, what
the hell was there to laugh at? I swallowed and started cycling again.

The day went by ever so slowly as is the case every time you're waiting for
something important to happen. And I felt `my thing' was so fucking
important my life depended on it so I kept checking my watch every five
seconds waiting for my phone to ring or beep or whatever, but no one called
me in the morning. Nor in the afternoon and I spent hours panicking, biting
my nails nervously and thinking, obsessing and going crazy over the whole
situation. Those videos were a much more serious thing than I had
thought. I mean what if my parents saw them? What if Kieran was gonna make
me pay by somehow sending them to my parents? And what about the others?
His friends! Even if I was pretty sure Topher wasn't gonna do it, I was
also pretty sure Zuckermann would have jumped at the chance. That son of a
bitch! I thought angrily. I hated him so much. "You sure loved licking his
feet, though!" the voice of my conscience taunted me, but I decided to
ignore it.

I tried to distract myself by going out after lunch. I was so tempted to go
to the park cause I knew Kieran was probably gonna be there, but I stopped
myself. He was gonna be with his friends and I wanted to talk to him
alone. No, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even call Topher cause,
although he had gotten my number, I had forgotten to get his. Besides I
wasn't sure bugging him was gonna do me any good at all. He had said he was
gonna do it but hadn't said when so all I could really do was wait.

I wandered around the city, going nowhere in particular. My mind was
constantly at work, restless, analyzing again every single `what if' I
could think of, but nothing happened. I didn't find a solution and my
phone, my stupid phone didn't ring. Completely disheartened, I headed back
home. I had a quick shower to try to clear my head and then I heard my mom
downstairs telling me dinner was ready.

"Is everything all right, sweetie?" my mom asked, after giving me a big
portion of roast beef.

"Yeah..." I lied absent-mindedly.

"Huh huh..." she said skeptically, obviously not believing me. "Come on,
what happened?" she pressed.

"Nothing mom, I'm fine!" I shot back pretty rudely.

"Hey! Watch your tone, young man!" my dad warned, a little surprised by my
reaction. I was never like that. I was usually polite with everyone and
especially with them. I mean they were my mom and dad, I loved them! I
sighed.

"I'm sorry mom..." I said "I just... I had a fight with Kieran..." I told
them. They looked relieved, my dad even smiled.

"Don't worry, kiddo! Friends fight all the time!" he almost chuckled. "Your
uncle Jim and I..." and he started telling me all about his oldest bud and
all the times they had had a fight, a guy that had always been around in my
house, so much so that I had always called him `Uncle Jimmy'.  I gave mom a
please-make-him-stop look and she smiled.

"All right darling, I think he gets it!" He looked a little hurt and mom
and I both laughed a bit while he was rolling his eyes and muttering.

"You'll miss me when I'm gone, you'll see!" like he always did. It felt
good.

And then the doorbell rang. My parents frowned. "Who could it be at this
hour?" You see, for my mom, interrupting a family dinner was only slightly
less rude than... I don't know... killing someone?

"I'll get it!" I offered. I got up and opened the door and there, leaning
lazily against the railing of my veranda, the very last person I was
expecting or wanted to see was smirking at me as cocky and insufferable as
ever.

"Zuckermann?" I said giving him the stink eye. "What are you doing here?"
his Ray-Bans were lifted up on his dark hair and he gave me a hard look.

"You better fucking watch your tone, faggot!" he said quietly. I had been
rude on purpose, out of habit, if nothing else, but his tone reminded me
that given what he knew about me, the way we usually interacted might now
have become slightly inappropriate.

"Honey, who is it?" My mom's voice came from the dining hall with that
sugary tone that hid her annoyance so well.

"Uhm... it's just a friend of mine, mom!" I answered loudly enough for her
to hear.

"Look Seth, I'm sorry I..." I started dropping my voice back.

"Get your queer ass out here, we need to talk."

I hesitated thinking, "Fuck! What does he want now?"

"Uhm... ok, gimme a second..." I said reluctantly, knowing all too well
that this could not be good. I went back to my parents.

"Mom, Dad! I'm gonna step out for a couple of minutes, ok?" I said in a
hurry, trying, without much success not to sound nervous. "Gotta talk to a
friend."

My mom read me and suddenly smiled like she knew something I didn't.

"Of course, honey!" she patronized me. "Well, tell your girlfriend..." she
stressed that word "...that she can come in if she wants to I would love to
meet her, you know?" she ended, all smiles and fondness. Yeah, right! My
girlfriend. I almost felt sorry for her.

"Mom, it's nothing like that!" I assured her.

"Suuuure! Whatever you say, hon!" I just rolled my eyes and went out.

He hadn't moved an inch. He was wearing saggy shorts, a blue t-shirt and a
pair of those puffy skate shoes they all seemed to wear.

"Shall we go to the garage?" I suggested.

"Whatever," he said, giving me attitude.

We got in from the side and I closed the door. "Look, dude, what you saw
yesterday..." I started "...it was just a stupid game... I'm... I'm not
really a fa... faggot, you know?" I stuttered, and he burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Oh faggot, you're funny, I'll give you that!" he said,
snickering.

"No, look, I mean it... I..." My feeble attempt to defend myself was so
lame that it was probably hilarious to watch.

"You're not a faggot, are you?" he asked me snickering.

"No, I swear I..." but the moment I started answering he grabbed me by the
hair and dragged me around with so much ease.

"Ouch! Dude, stop it!" I said "You're hurting me, please stop!" I tried to
free myself but he had the upper hand.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! Get on your knees!" He pushed me down and I had
to obey, then he roughly pressed my face to his shorts.

"Here! Smell that shit!" he said with clenched teeth, pressing me so hard
against his crotch I could hardly breathe. Remember what I told you about
my unhealthy curiosity for his package? Well, my face was touching the
outline of the cock I had dreamed about for over two years, since 8th
grade!

"Yeah, you like that? Huh? You like that? All nice and stinky?" It smelled
pretty bad, as expected and I don't think I need to tell you the effect it
had on me, right? It was very similar to Kieran's or Topher's but somehow
they were all unique. The power they had over me was pretty much the same,
though. All the hatred I felt for this guy was simply not there
anymore. No, that's not it. It was still very much there but my body was
telling, better yet, screaming to me to be his bitch.

"Yeah..." I whispered and he snickered.

"Hehehe! What was that?" He pulled my hair back so I would look up at him.

"Yeah... I love it..." I said.

"Hahaha! Of course you do, cuz you're a fucking faggot, that's why!" and he
pressed my face on his junk again for a few seconds.

"Do you wanna see my cock, bitch?" I started nodding eagerly and he laughed
again. Then he pulled down his pants and there and then, ladies and
gentlemen, my jaw dropped.

"Oh my god!" I said somewhere between a whimper and a laughter.

"Hahaha! Like what you see, faggot?" he asked. He was huge. His dick was
fucking huge. It was at least 6 inches soft, cut and it had the most
beautiful cock head and two low hanging balls, very similar to Kieran's but
his pubes were dark. I was in awe, completely speechless. He cackled.

"I'll take it as a yes, hehehehe!!" He slapped my face a couple of
times. "Now don't get too excited, I'm not gonna let you give me head
tonight, bitch," he explained, as arrogant as ever. "I already nutted twice
today, so I'm good for now," he said.

"Oh..." I sounded so disappointed. He snickered, then made a mocking face.

"Yeah, sucks huh? Hahaha!" and he laughed at his own pun. "But the thing
is, I gotta piss real bad, you know?" I made a pained expression and looked
at him pleadingly. "And since you're a piss tank, I thought I might give
you something to drink! Hehehe!"

"No, please, Seth, no..." Needless to say he loved my desperate tone.

"Oh, come on! If you do it for Jackson you can do it for me, faggot," he
said. Kieran? Did he know about this? What if he didn't? What was he gonna
say if he found out? My endless questions started crowding up my
thoughts. I didn't wanna do it, that's for sure.

"Please, Seth don't make me do that..." he slapped me right on the face
which stung pretty badly, then grabbed my hair again and pulled it back.

"I know you're fucking stupid but you're not stupid enough to piss me off,
are you?" He started with a much more dangerous tone. "You know what I can
do with a computer, right?" My eyes widened. "That's right bitch. Now you
disobey me one more time and those videos go online on every fucking porn
site in the world," he threatened. "Plus I will make sure everybody at
school gets a copy, even the fucking principal, you hear me?" he
finished. Paused. Let it sink in. Enjoyed the look of pure panic growing in
my eyes, then continued, "Now, I'll say it one more time. I want you to
open your queer mouth, stick your fucking tongue out and beg me to piss
down your bitch throat, you goddamn faggot!" I was crying again but I
begged him all right. I begged him sniveling like the little wimp I
was. What choice did I have? My worst nightmare was becoming reality. I
knew he was gonna do something like that, I mean I should have seen it
coming. So like I was saying... I begged.

"Please... Please... I wanna drink your piss so badly, please give it to
me, please..." I said sobbing and whining. What else is news right? He
snickered.

"Hahaha!! Well done, but if you want it that bad put your tongue near my
piss slit, come on!" Reluctantly I did and he started pissing right away
with a smirk that said it all. Now, I was still pretty new at this and I
was out of my comfort zone and this guy was not Kieran. To cut a long story
short I couldn't swallow fast enough and some of his piss dribbled down my
chin and splattered the floor right between his feet.

"You can do better that that, bitch! Drink it all! Hahaha!" I did my best,
I swallowed as well as I could but the stream was gushing out of his huge
dick like a fucking piss cannon, it was difficult. I felt some of it
dribble down my neck and wet the collar of my t-shirt. Fuck! How was I
gonna explain that to the rents? I tried to swallow faster but it was so
fucking hard, I wanted to throw up so bad! Of course I couldn't.

"Hahahaha! Fucking faggot!" he snickered. He was holding my head in place
but he wasn't even touching his dick. God, I still couldn't believe how
fucking big it was. With his free hand he reached for his phone and I let
out a weird, panicked, strangled noise through my nose.

"Keep fucking drinking, you stupid queer!" he ordered me with a
threatening, arrogant tone. I swallowed again. Four mouthfuls, five
mouthfuls, six mouthfuls. Counting made me feel better for some reason;
there was a twisted sense of accomplishment, I guess.

"Yeah, that's it! Stay right there and drink my fucking piss, fagboy!"  He
kept smirking. Seven mouthfuls, eight mouthfuls.

"Hehehe! I bet it tastes awesome, doesn't it, bitch?" he asked me, I
obviously had no way to answer that. I don't know that awesome would have
been my first choice. "Yeah! The perfect drink for homos, right? Hehehe!"
he cackled, so amused and entertained by me. There was a ninth mouthful and
a tenth but it was smaller. "Hahahaha! That was fucking great, faggot!" he
said shaking his huge meat in front of my face getting piss drops all over
me.

"You make a pretty good toilet, you know?" he snickered holding his phone
so close to my face now. "And I thought you were fucking worthless! Total
waste of space, ya know? Guess even faggots are good for something after
all, huh?" he said with the most defiling, demeaning attitude someone can
possibly use. I didn't answer and he laughed again.

I kept staring at him with a mixture of fear, horniness and a tad of
hatred. He loved that. He smirked down at me then spit right into one of my
eyes. I flinched a little.

"Woah! Bull's eye! Hahahaha!!!" he cackled. I raised my hand but he slapped
it away. "No, no! Leave it right there fag! That's straight boy's spit!
Looks great on your queer face! Hahahaha!" he laughed again. I hated this
guy so much but boy was he hot! When he put his dick back in his pants I
couldn't help feeling so fucking disappointed.

"Oh, look, look!" he said pointing down with his finger and with his
phone. "I got some piss on my shoes, look!" he urged wildly amused. I
looked down and didn't know what to answer but he didn't give me
time. "Lick it off, faggot." he ordered me and I gave him a pleading look.

"Please, Seth don't make..." but he hit me pretty hard on the head.

"Lick that fucking piss off my shoes you stupid queer!" he said louder and
I got down, whimpering and starting to lick his shoes. That felt wrong
somehow. Kieran had promised me I was gonna have to lick his shoes clean
right before I ran my stupid mouth. I felt sad. I wanted so bad for him to
be Kieran.

"Good faggot! Now do the other one!" he said after a few seconds. I obeyed,
trying to picture Kieran's voice. "Now lick the drops on the floor!" he
ordered and there was nothing I could do but to obey him again. "That's it,
don't waste a fucking drop," he said, then squatted and lowered his phone
so as to get a good shot of my face. "How does my piss taste, fag?" he
asked, amused.

I had to give him what he wanted so I mumbled, "Good..." sobbing again.

"Speak up, queer!"

"It tastes good..." I said a little louder but my voice was shaky from all
the sobbing. He laughed.

"Hahaha! Course it does, cuz you're a...?" he held the question like a
grade school teacher with his kids.

For the first time on camera I said, "A faggot..."

"Yep!" he said then spit on the side of my face.

"Smile for the camera, fag, c'm on!" he snickered. I looked around and,
still sobbing, I tried to do as he said. The result must have been
grotesque, but he laughed again.

"Ah faggot, we're gonna have so much fun together, you'll see! Hahaha!" he
said switching off his phone camera. He got up and started walking towards
the door. "Make sure you lick it good, all right?" he said cheerfully.

"Yes..." I said with my tongue still on the floor.

"Hehehe! I'll see you around, bitch!" and just like that he was gone.

The garage side door closed behind him and I got up. It took me two seconds
to realize I was gonna be sick. I ran for the sink and vomited all his piss
mixed with my dinner and I started crying my eyes out. I felt so bad. My
chest hurt again worse than ever. Kieran. I wanted my master, I wanted my
beautiful, cocky master back! Why did it have to be so painful. I cried and
cried for a few minutes, sitting on the floor.

I calmed down after a while, got up, washed my face as best I could then
cleaned up the sink. I most certainly didn't want my parents to find out
about that little encounter with Seth Zuckermann.

I was about to get back in the house when my phone buzzed in my jeans
pocket. A number I didn't have was calling.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Toph." My heart skipped a beat.

"Hi! Is there some news?"

"Yeah, listen, I'm at the skate slopes in the park, I'm just about done
training," he said. "Meet me at the old ice cream parlor, do you know it?"

"Yeah..."

"Good, see you there in five!" he said.

"Yeah but..." but he had already hung up.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He had spoken to him, for sure. What had he told
him? I ran back in the house and quickly told my mom I was going out for
half an hour or so. She did NOT like that so I had to give her a little
attitude she really didn't deserve. She liked that even less. I went out
anyways, I was gonna worry about that later.

I took my bike and got there as fast as I could. The old ice cream
parlor. My parents used to take me there all the time when it was up and
running. Now it was abandoned. It was about 7:30 and there was still
light. He wasn't there yet so I waited. My heart was pounding partly
because of what had gone down with Seth, partly because of the mad cycling
and partly because I was dying to know what Kieran had told him. I was so
nervous.

"Hey fag!" I jumped out of my skin. He looked at me amused.

"What the fuck, man, I just said `Hey fag'!" he said spreading his
hands. He was drenched in sweat, literally, he must have been skating for a
while because he was panting a little.

"I'm... I'm sorry Sir, I'm a little shaken..." I said apologetically. He
frowned probably asking himself why, then raised his eyebrows.

"Whatever..." he said and I wasted no time.

"So h... how did it go with Kieran?" He made a face.

"Well he's pissed all right," he started and my heart sank. "Look man, he
said he'd think about it but..." He paused and shrugged a little. "...I
wouldn't hold my breath if I were you," he finished and I closed my eyes in
desperation.

"Can this day get any worse?" I sobbed in a voice so pained with
frustration.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" he asked me a little aggressively. I
dried a tear with the back of my hand then looked at him and sighed.

"I'm sorry Sir..." I apologized again "...it's just that..." I said. He
rolled his eyes.

"C'mon Fag, spit it out! What's up?" He pressed, shaking me a little with
his commanding voice.

"Well, you see... Zuckermann came to my house half an hour ago..." I
started telling him what had happened.

When I finished, he said, "Wow, that guy doesn't waste any time, huh?" He
was even half smiling. No shocked faces, no `I'm sorry he was such a dick,'
nothing. He couldn't care less about the fact that I'd been forced to do it
or how it made me feel. He probably didn't even see what the problem was. I
don't really know why I was even just a tad surprised, he was one of
Kieran's friends after all. In the split second while I was thinking all of
that I noticed his expression changing a little. He made a slightly
disgusted look. "Knowing him I bet he drank like crazy just to have you
swallow a gallon of piss, huh?" he said totally missing why I was upset but
knowing his friend well enough to judge.

"Probably..." I said, taking the question pretty seriously " I don't
know... it was like ten mouthfuls..." I told him earnestly, like that was a
perfectly legitimate unit of measure. He made a disgusted face.

"You counted them?" He asked amused. I nodded and he shook his head like he
always did with me.

"Dude, that's fucking sick!" he said to me like I was the one who had had
the piss-drinking idea in the first place. I didn't tell him I had thrown
up, somehow it didn't feel right. I just shrugged.

"He recorded every single thing on his phone," I continued miserably,
trying to explain why I felt so bad. He seemed unfazed by that, he simply
shrugged.

"Can't be worse than those other videos." I lowered my head
depressed. Again, I don't know why I was looking for some sympathy.

"C'm on, cheer the fuck up, fag!" he said rolling his eyes. "You'll be
fine!"

"You really think so?" I asked really skeptically.

"Yeah, yeah..."  he said unconcerned. "Now c'm on, I wanna nut before
dinner, let's go to the toilets," and he started towards the back of the
building. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that was the real
reason he had called me there. He could have told me about Kieran on the
phone but obviously he `wanted to nut,' so...

"Y...yes Sir...!" I followed him. There was a public restroom that I
seriously doubted anyone had cleaned in over a decade. Ok, maybe not that
long but you get my point, right? We got in.  It reeked of piss. No, that
doesn't even start to describe it. The smell was so strong it almost choked
me, plus it was like 300 degrees in there. It was empty.

Topher suddenly turned around and asked me, "Did you wash your mouth after
drinking Zuck's piss?" with the same slightly disgusted tone.

"Uhm... I guess..." I hesitated, trying to remember.

"You guess?" he told me with a raised eyebrow. "You better be sure, fag,
cuz I ain't using that mouth till it's clean." He wasn't particularly mean
to me but he said that like it was obvious.

"Uhm... I'll wash it now?" I suggested pointing to the filthy sinks on the
opposite sides from the stools.

"Yeah, you do that, I'm gonna take a leak," he said. For the second time
that day I heard him piss. It was such a nice sound. I don't know why but I
knew I wouldn't have minded being his urinal. Not like Zuckermann's.

"Come on fag, I'm in a hurry!" Topher said without turning.

"Yeah, I'm sorry..." I said going next to him.

"Get in the stool." I did. He looked around, then entered and closed the
door. The floor was basically covered in piss and we were both standing in
it. I looked at it a little disgusted.

"Man this place is fucking gross," Topher complained, noticing the same
thing. Obviously my inferiority complex kicked in, right on cue.

"That's not a problem, Sir! I'm just a stupid faggot bitch... see?" I said
it using my girlish, adoring tone and kneeled down in front of him and my
knees got wet with an entire day's worth of guys taking leaks and aiming
badly. "It doesn't matter if I get dirty," I finished. He made a pretty
disgusted face, then shook his head, shrugging in amusement.

"Fuck, I'm soooo glad I'm not you!" he said and I smiled.

"Yeah, Kieran said the same thing." He smiled.

"I'll bet!" then "Come on, do you wanna lick the piss off, first?" he asked
practically, like he thought he was giving me a treat. I nodded eagerly.

"Yes Sir!"

"Stick your tongue out," he said taking his soft cock in his hands and
starting to pass his wet piss slit all over my tongue and lips. He did that
for a few seconds, then he put a hand on my head and fed me his sweaty,
stinky meat with decision.

"Alright, I gotta get home, I'm just gonna facefuck you real quick!" he
informed me and started to move his hips without even remotely pretending
to give me time to reply. His dick grew big pretty fast and I managed to
choke just three or four times before he came deep down my throat,
grunting. He let go of my head after the last few shots and I started
cleaning him diligently right after swallowing. He was dripping sweat as
was I.

"Whoa! It feels so fucking good," he mumbled.

I let go of his tasty cock and said, "For me too Sir, I love it!" He
snickered.

"I wish chicks were that much into giving head! Hehe!" I smiled,
bitterly. I was obviously not the best option for him and I knew that, but
it bummed me out all the same. He didn't notice, he was putting it back in
his pants.

"All right, I'm gonna jet." he said. "Wait in here a few minutes before you
come out, all right?" he told me, maybe afraid that people would see him
with me? I don't know.

"Uhm... yeah, sure..." I answered.

"Oh, and I'm gonna need you to blow me in the morning as well," he added as
an afterthought.

"Yes Sir, I'll come to your house," I told him eagerly. He smiled.

"Good. Ten o'clock. Don't come earlier," he said "If you do, this time I AM
gonna kick your ass, got it fag?" he joked.

"Got it, Sir."

"Cool! See ya tomorrow!" he said and he was already out the door.

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