Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2007 17:56:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Random Guy <brancusifrogger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tommy Part 3

Tommy's head was swimming. Kneeling on the living room rug, he looked up
in awe at the two handsome studs as they smirked down at him. Jake was in
his usual jeans and sneakers, with an old threadbare t-shirt drooping on
his sinewy body. Pete - "Master P" - wore a tighter-fitting black t-shirt
that showed his bulging biceps and firm pecs.

By comparison, Tommy looked every bit the helpless sissy he had so long
dreamed of being. He was still in the white tights and pink leotard he'd
been wearing when he'd been found out just a few hours earlier. Jake and
Pete had since gone into his room and discovered Tommy's hidden cache -
thongs, tights and leotards. Tommy cried at one point, realizing there
was no going back now. Pete began teasing him, knowing that the intense
humiliation was really getting the boy off.

And it did. Tommy couldn't deny the raging hard-on that was tenting the
front of his leotard. The humiliation and arousal built on each other
like a feedback loop. The more Tommy suffered, the more he enjoyed it,
and the more he wanted.

And now Tommy was about to live out one of the humiliating fantasies he
had unwittingly spilled to his roommate in that chat room. Dressed like a
little sissy, he knelt before these two masculine, fully dressed guys.
Kneeling like a little cocksucker. "What do you need, sissyboy?" Pete
asked. He already knew the answer.

"I need to suck cock, Sir," Tommy said, his voice cracking with nerves.

"Well, this is your lucky day," Pete said. "You have two real men to
service. Now get to work!" With that, he pushed Tommy's head into his
crotch, and the boy went to work opening Pete's jeans. Jake took out his
own cock and slapped Tommy's face with it, chuckling. Tommy closed his
eyes and groaned. But before he could say anything, Pete had stuffed the
boy's mouth full.

Tommy had sucked cock before - furtive fumblings with other high-school
boys. They would come quickly, after just a few licks and thrusts. There
was never any roughness, never any name-calling like he'd fantasized
about.

But this time...! Pete took two handfuls of Tommy's shaggy hair and
immediately began fucking the sissy's face. "Suck it, bitch!" he hissed,
as Tommy gagged slightly on the long, thick cock pushing farther down his
throat.

"Let me get some of that," Jake said, pulling Tommy off Pete's cock and
on to his own. Jake's cock was shorter than Pete's, but much thicker. It
filled the boy's mouth completely, stretching his lips.

Jake and Pete took turns like that for nearly an hour, until drool and
pre-cum drenched Tommy's chin and the front of his leotard. Finally, Pete
pushed Tommy off his cock, shoving him back so the boy sat on his heels.
He and Jake were stroking their cocks furiously now, both slit-eyed and
grimacing with arousal. Tommy rubbed his trapped erection through the
layers he wore, desperate for release. He looked up at his masters and
instinctively opened his mouth, begging.

Volley after volley of thick cream arced through the air, landing on
Tommy's face, hair and chest. The degradation and humiliation was right
out of one of his jerk-off fantasies, and was enough to send him over the
edge. "Come for me, sissy!" Pete taunted, just as Tommy spewed into his
tights. The power of his orgasm rocked the boy, and he fell over on his
back in ecstasy.

When he came back to earth, Tommy found himself cradled in Pete's strong
arms. "Have fun?" Pete asked, grinning. Tommy laughed and nodded a
vigorous yes.

"Good!" Pete said. "That was just the beginning. But now," he continued,
gesturing toward the messy front of Tommy's pink leotard, "I'd suggest a
shower."

Pete and Jake admired Tommy's cute butt as the boy scurried off to the
bathroom. They winked at each other as Jake fetched two beers from the
fridge.