Jake and Me PartOn and Me PartOne

by

Dale10

It was my own fault, I suppose that I allowed Jake to lead

me down the path

to my own complete humiliation degradation and destruction.

After all he

had just turned eighteen and I was thirty-five. What made

me think he would

ever be interested in me to begin with? Well, I know the

answer. Lonely

middle aged gay guys who are in good shape, still prowl

dance clubs and bars

and malls and streets looking for that sweet young cute

"true love" that

will give their lives meaning. Reality goes right out the

window. And when

I said complete destruction, I was not exaggerating.

I'm an actor or was...I am nothing now but a fucked up

demented cum rag.

I was an actor, which means that I was poor. So I took

jobs at local urban

high schools directing high school plays and staging swing

choir numbers.

It brought in rent money and I got to hang around with cute

young kids,

which always was my weakness.

The first day at Central, I spotted Jake and he spotted

me. He was not

only one of the main soloists for the swing choir, but

obviously one of the

most popular boys in the school. A well built lanky moving

high spirited

boy who always had a gang hanging around him laughing at

his jokes. Girls

and boys alike seemed drawn to him, and he flung his arms

casually around

the shoulders of both sexes as he joked and played. He was

drop-dead

gorgeous. Not muscular, but well built...he played soccer,

I found out. He

had a modern lazy slouch to his walk and he looked good

enough to eat in his

kaki pants and layered tee shirt and sweater combinations.

He had a narrow

sensitive face with lips that permanently curled into a

sneer and showed

flashing, even white teeth. His hair looked uncombed and

sexy as hell.

Sometimes, he wore a necklace and other days he wore an

earring. He made

eye contact with me that first day, and I was putty in his

hands. He would

get my attention by asking stupid questions that would

bring snickers from

the some of the other boys. Jake knew at once I was gay,

and I couldn't

tell if his eye contact was telling me he was too...or just

that he was on

to me. I broke out in a cold sweat.

Each time I tried to stage the kids in couples

movements, he would

ask some question and put his hands on me, making me the

girl, asking me to

show him how to do a step. I could hear some of the guys

laughing, but I

could do nothing about it, I was already hypnotized by

Jake. The worst was

after I had shown him one step, he said, "Thanks..Teach"

and slapped me

casually on the ass. Everyone laughed. and I had to laugh

as well to cover

my embrarrassment and my excitement. I should have stopped

the whole thing

right there, and called him to account for his behavioralled him to account for his behavior,

but I was too

confused.

I was so happy when the bell rang, I almost fell into

the folding

chair next to me. But as the kids wandered out, talking,

laughing and

singing, and some of them did stop to thank me, Jake

walked over to me and

stood too close for comfort between my legs as I sat in the

chair to catch

my breath.

"Mr. G. I'm not so sure of some of the steps...do you

think you could

meet with me sometimes and give me some private help?"

"Eh...sure." I couldn't resist his killer smile and

flashing eyes. How

could a kid so young be in such fucking control?

"Is there a room we could meet in during a free

period or after

school?" I asked him. But he wasn’t having any of that.

"I'd rather do it in the evening when I can relax and

concentrate.

How about at your place?" He hooked his thumbs in the

pockets of his pants

and pulled them down low enough for some boxer underwear to

show.

"Oh, I don't think it would be right for a student to

come to my

apartment Jake." I was sweating so badly you could see the

rings under my

pits.

He smiled and ran one hand through his mop of unruly

hair. " I think

it would be just fine." Then he just stared me down.

I was dumbstruck. Did this kid want sex with me?

Was that it? What

was going on? My heart almost exploded out of my chest

when I dared to

think that maybe this punk kid really liked me, was

attracted to me a

thirty-five year old man. I was after all, in good shape.

I worked out, and

I was considered good looking if not drop-dead gorgeous

like Jake.

"Tell you what, Jake. Let me look at my schedule for

the week, and

maybe later we can work something out."

"How about tonight?" He winked. He actually winked.

"I..eh...I've got a date tonight, sorry." I lied.

"Break it! Give me your address. I'll be there at

six thirty so we

have lots of time."

"Jake I don't think this is a good idea."

"Maybe you think too much. Maybe you should just go

with the flow

more. Now give me your fucking address." He wasn't asking.

He was telling

me!

I sat there unable to move, stunned, shocked,

looking at this high

school boy who was eighteen but looked more sixteen. My

eyes went down over

his body and, Jesus Christ, he had a hard on. The front of

his pants was

tented out quite far, pushing he material straight at me.

He had a fucking

boner right in front of me.

"That happens sometimes...." he laughed and thrust

his young

slender hips out toward me. "I'm really sorry, Mr. G. I'll

fuck some

freshman girl between classes and it will be better. "

"See here Jake, you can't talk this way to me.

Although I am not a

teacher, I am hired by the school....."

'Look, I can't stand here all day. I gotta go.

Are you going to

give me your address or not?" One of his hands brushed

lightly over his

distended crotch and I saw the teenage prick jump in the

baggy pants. I was

hooked and we both knew it.

"Maybe it would be a good idea to meet just to

talk about this…to

sort out what exactly is going on..." I stammered

something like that, I

don't even remember what, and grabbed a piece of paper and

a pen and

scribbled my address down. He took it form me, letting his

long slender

fingers brush my hand just long enough to make me really

uncomfortable.

Then, he stuffed the paper into his pants pocked and turned

and slouched

toward the door. At the door he turned once more to me.

"Oh yeah, make sure you have two hundred dollars

in twenties.

And Mr. G., you made a mistake. I will talk to you any

fucking way I want

to. See you tonight."

I swore I wouldn't open the door. I swore I

would go to a

movie so I would not be there. Then I got two hundred

dollars in twenties

from the bank, bought some beer and vodka and brandy and

mixer and snacks

from the store, rushed home and showered twice. I played

with my dick in

the shower and saw the beautiful high school student naked

in my mind's eye.

I'd heard he had a girlfriend, and he made a point of

talking about fucking

a girl, so was he gay or not? Did he like me? Was the

macho act just that?

Something to hide his affection, his attraction for me? Oh

myGod, how stupid

I was. I put on a tee shirt and pair of tight jeans, and

when the door bell

rang, I almost flew across the room, and then stood in

stark terror behind

the closed door. It rang again. I swallowed and opened the

door.

"Hi'ya Mr. G." he flashed me one of those

smiles and sailed

passed me into my apartment. "Cool place...good fuck pad."

He threw his

jacket on a chair. "Maybe I'll bring some chicks here to

fuck them when we

haven't got any place to crash"

"Like hell you will Jake...look we have to

talk."

He turned to look at me, and with one hand

scratched his right

pec through his tee shirt. "Ooooh...are you mad at me Mr.

G? Why are you

mad at me? I thought you liked me. " His fingers started

to pinch the

nipple through the tee shirt.

I knew I was in trouble and had better back

off. " I don't

dislike you, I think you are a fine young man."

He threw back his head and laughed. God he

was magnificent. "A

fine young man? That's not what you thought in Swing

Choir...when you were

looking at my dick all period and practically

drooling...everybody saw it.

Then you were thinking..what a tasty young hunk of teenage

boy cock."

I got scared then. " I think you ought to

leave Jake."

"Without you sucking my dick?" He gave me a

pout that got my

prick growing in my jeans. Why was my body doing this? He

saw my reaction

and laughed again. "Faggots suck dick so much better than

twats. You gotta

teach a cunt how to give a decent blow job..but faggots

already know."

"Jake, you are making me really

angry...and I won't let

you...."

"You got any beer?" He kicked off his

shoes...and peeled

off his socks and I was hypnotized staring at his fine

arched athletic

teenage feet. " I asked you a question Mr. G. You got any

beer?"

"Eh...I think..eh...yeah..in the

fridge. " I couldnt

take my eyes off his feet...his smooth flesh going up

inside the cuffs of

his pants.

"Well, why the fuck don't you go get

me one?"

"I'll give him the beer and then

I'll tell him to

leave..." I told myself in the kitchen getting my strength

and dignity back

in order. But when I came back, I saw that he had removed

his tee shirt.

His naked hairless torso...not muscular but tight and

teenagy, well formed

pecs with pink nickel sized nipples, flat stomach, sprouts

of thick armpit

hair, youthful srong teenage arms, destroyed me. I got a

terrible hardon

just standing there.

"It's too fucking hot in here, so I

thought I'd make

myself comfortable. Gimmee the beer and make yourself

comfortable too."

I handed him the beer. "I'm.....I'm

fine."

"Mr. G...take off your tee shirt. I'm

only a kid and

you're making me feel embarrassed standing her with my tits

showing and you

all covered up like that. It's just not fair."

I could feel my lower lip

tremble. "Jake, I

don't know what you are doing or why. We need to talk this

out...we need to

communicate. I have no intention of doing anything sexual

with you. It

wouldn't be right."

He laughed long and hard then and

rubbed the cold beer

can over his chest..making his nipples stand up hard and

proud. "That's

almost exactly what Jenny Carson said to me at lunch today

just before I

shoved my dick in her mouth."

"Jake, you are obviously very popular

at school...you

have lots of friends and lots of opportunities for sex...."

"Yeah... I got three cunts pregnant

last semester. "

I felt sick. "I can tell you are

very proud of that.

In that case, you don't need me."

He walked over to me. I could smell

soap and cologne

and boysweat. "Of course I don't need you. But you need

me. You need me

real bad." He put one hand on my face, and I could not

move. He stroked me

cheek and ran a finger over my lips. "You need me so bad,

there is nothing

you won't do for me. And I'm going to prove that to you."

He winked again

and made a kissy mouth at me. He reached down and pinched

one of my nipples

through my teen shirt. "Now take off the fucking shirt

before I get angry

and have to spank you."

I hadn't had sex with anyone in six

months…good sex in

almost a year. Do you know what it is like to be in the

control of an

eighteen year old high school senior? I peeled off the

teen shirt and stood

before him.

"Not bad for an old man." He whisperedispered.

"How big is

your dick..hard?"

I was lost in his eyes...I didn't know

where I was…who I

was. "Six and a half inches." I answered.

"Mine is nine." He smiled and held his

beer can up to my

lips. Is that what gave him his confidence...his big dick?

is that how it

worked? He put the beer can to my lips and I drank. Then

he drank from the

same can...never taking his eyes off me. Then he spit on

the lip of the can,

then he wiped the spit around the top with his tongue, then

he spit again

right into the can, then he held it up to my lips. Where

the fuck did he

learn all of this? I drank...tasting his spit and the

beer. He was only

about five foot ten and I was six foot two..but he was way

in control. He

tipped the beer can and let beer run down over my chest.

The dam inside of

me broke.

"Oh Jake, you are a very sexy young man,

and yes I do have

feelings for you. I had very strong feelings instantly for

you...I...I...have a kind of crush on you."

"Fuck man, what will my steady

girlfriend say about

that...and all the guys in swing choir?"

"Jake I hope to God you won't tell anyone

about this. It

could be very bad for both of us.or both of us."

He shook his head and his hair fell

over his forehead.

He looked like a little boy. "No,it could be very bad for

you. My father is

a cop."

I didn't say anything because I

didn't know what to

say. His laugh this time was that of a naughty little boy.

" I hate the

fucker!" He said. "Do you want to open my pants for me?"

Oh God help me, I did. I did want to

so badly. I was

transposed by sex. With shaking fingers I reached out to

his belt buckle.

"Twenty bucks...." he said very sweetly. That hit me hard,

but I was too

gone to care.

"Sure, if that's what you want, I'll

pay you after the

sex, I promise."

His hand grabbed my wrist. It was

surprisingly strong.

"No Mr G. Twenty bucks...now ...for the honor of opening

my pants." What

should I do. I was so close to his throbbing nine inch

teenage dick. I had

to see it. I had to taste it. Nothing else mattered. I

fished in my jeans

pocket...all the tighter because my dick was very hard too

and handed him a

twenty. He put it in his trouser pocket. "Ok...enjoy

yourself...open my

pants Mr. G." I did...even the act of unbuttoning his

pants and lowering

his zipper was more erotic than the wildest sex I had evethe wildest sex I had ever

had...obsession

does that to you. His loose casual trousers were so baggy,

they fell around

his ankles, showing me his beautiful legs, lightly haired,

and his boxer

shorts with an enormous tent where his hard dick poked out.

The front of

the boxers was all wet.

"I leak an awful lot. I'm always leaving

pecker tracks all

over the place." He was so golden and glorious, so young

and smooth and

sexual, I was out of my mind. I reached for his boxers,

brushed my hand

across his smooth tight tummy And slid my fingers into the

waistband.

"That will cost you another twenty...Mr. G."

"You are a fucking bastard Jake." I was

shaking so bad my

fingers made a drum sound on his flat stomach. I could feel

his prick hair

as it trailed up toward his belly button.

"Do you want to see my nine inch dripping

dick? If you do,

apologize for calling me a bad name and give me an extra

twenty as

punishment. That's forty bucks, Teach."

I handed him the forty, which he dropped onto

the floor with no

concern. I slipped the boxers down off his hips, he sucked

in his stomach,

and his fat beer can thick nine inch dick flopped up and

down in front of

me, spraying flecks of pre fuck everywhere. It was the most

beautiful dick I

had ever seen...a huge fucking dickhead all pink and with a

fat knob and

thick piss slit. A fleshy and fat stalk with blue veins

clearly visible.

Gigantic balls hanging low in a thick smooth, saggy sack.

They swung gently

with his breathing. Perfectly trimmed prick bush. It

wasthe dick of a God,

not of a teenage boy. I knew then, no matter what happend,

I would never

ever get over Jake. Never forget this magnificent slab of

teenage fuckmeat.

This work of art. This prizewinning boy pisser. The other

boys must be so

fucking jealous. I was so fucking jealous. I had a rather

normal six and a

half inch prick. This teenager had the fuckmeat of an

animal!

"Sorry, I'm leaking all over your rug. " he

laughed, stepping

out of his pants and his underwear. His big balls danced

and his dick

slapped up against his stomach but then hung heavy out from

his groin, too

big and thick to stand up straight. "I'm usually bigger,

but I fucked twice

and jerked off once already today."

"Oh my God, Jake...oh My God Jake...." I said

over and

over...It's all I could say. He stood there with his hands

on his slender

hips. I could hardly swallow, I was so consumed by this

teenage fucktool.

"I bet you want to kiss it and suck it real

bad...huh Mr. G?

Don't you want to run your tongue over my big dripping

pisshead?"

"Yes Jake..I do. I really do. "

"That will cost you another forty bucks...I

hope you got

enough money. The evening is still young, and I got two

cunts doing my

homework for me, so I am free all night."

I was on my knees in front of Jake the eighteen year

old high school kid

who had captured my mind, my heart, and my lust. He had the

most perfect

dick I ever saw.(and I have seen none as beautiful since)

He stood there,

arrogant as hell, tightening his tummy so the prick would

dance and bounce

in front of me, drooling pre-fuck like a leaky faucet. His

pre-fuck was

cloudy and thick, almost like cum. Some of the fuck

splashed onto my chest

and neck. It stung my skin and almost sent me over the

edge. I handed him

the forty dollars. He chuckled and dropped it onto the

floor.

"Ok Mr. G. Now we've got a good understanding going. I

tell you what I

want, and you do it. And then you pay me for the honor of

doing what I want.

That sound pretty good to you?" He was not big

boned..except for his prick,

and his body looked like tha tof a sixteen year old. It

made my agony all

the greater. And when he laughed, which he did alot, and

flashed his even

white teeth, I was lost. But my eyes weren't on his teeth.

They were on his

fucking huge teenage prick and balls. I leaned in to licck

a dollop of pre

cum off his prick head, but he stepped back out of the way.

"I gave you the money...you said I could..."

"I said you could kiss and lick my prick...my dick

juice will cost you

an extra twenty."

"Jake, I'm an actor...I don't have a lot of money,

that's why I help

out at the school. I can hardly pay my rent every

month...and..."

"Look at all that sticky stringy fuck slime. I'll bet

you really want to

taste it, don’t you? Nice fresh teenage boy fucksnot? Does

it taste

different from when you suck some old fart's dick? I bet it

does...nice

juicy teeage boy pisser juice. You want it bad...don't

you?"

My shaking hand fished out another twenty which got

tossed lightly on

the pile, then Jake stepped close to me once again, and I

was in Heaven

smelling the ripe odor of his teen boy cock and balls. I

leaned in and put

my lips to his plumb sized dickhead, wanting to make this

moment

special...to remember it all my life. My lips touched his

dickhead. Prick

slop transferred from his piss hole to my lips. His dick

bounced and

slapped my nose and left a spray of pre-cum on my cheek. I

started to lick

the cockhead. It was the most delicious thing I ever

tasted.I lifted my

hands to take hold of the huge prick. Jake slapped my

hands away...

"Piggy mouth only Mr. G. " I began to lick down the

slimy shaft of

the teen cock. I traced a big blue boy vein with my tongue.

I buried my

face in his teenage prick hair. "I'm so happy, it's ok God

if I die now, "

I thought to myself, using my lips to gum the thick hard

prick stalk. Then I

leaned down and started to lick his gigantic shaved nuts.

The ball bag of a

teenage boy is so soft., so different from that of an older

man...Jake was

right, there is nothing like a teenager. The nuts were a

bit salty with

sweat. The flesh was like velvet. Suddenly he grabbed my

head by the ears

and shoved his dick deep into my mouth, butting my throat

and making me

choke.

"Come on Asswipe, I wanna fuck your facehole now." He

began to fuck

brutally in and out of my throat., yanking my head all the

way down to this

prickhair. I had never had a dick that big in my mouth

before...a nine inch

prick, and I doubted I could take it balls deep. Jake

never doubted me. He

knew damn well I could take it as deep as he wanted to go,

and he wanted to

go scrotum depth into my gullet. That meant that nine

inches of boy dick had

to pierce my throat. When he fucked a girl, she knew she

was fucked...she

could hardly walk afterwards. I can't claim his partners

ever really

enjoyed the feeling of sex with Jake...it always hurt too

damn much, but it

was exactly the fact that he didn't give a fuck abou give a fuck about

anyone's pleasure but

his own, that made him so damned attractive. All that

mattered was Jake's

dick having pleasure.

He lifted one strong slender soccer player leg and

threw it over my

shoulder...so he could grind his prick even deeper into my

throat. He

slammed my head against his crotch, and I thought I would

pass out from pain

and lack of air. His huge cock was imbedded way into my

throat., and I

thought its girth must be ripping the skin. With one leg

over my shoulder

and across my back, he rode me like that, fucking deep into

my face. My face

had become a cunt for this randy teenage boy to fuck. I

was just a fuck

hole for him. "Come on you fucking faggot, suck

dick...take that big teen

prick you cocksucking pig you...you piece of homo shit...."

That was how I received my first load of Jake

Jism...sprayed down my

throat...scalding, strong, salty, his fat teen pisser

throbbing and gushing

a huge load of stud scum into me. Finally when the teen

prick stopped

spurting and he released me from the hold of his strong

smooth leg, I fell

back onto the carpet...some cum dripping from my lips.

"Whew, you are a way kewl facefuck Mr. G. Wait until I

tell the guys at

school."

"Jake, listen to me, you must never tell anyone what we

have done. Do you

understand?"

He smiled and scratched one hunky ass cheek. "We'll

see...."

"No Jake...not we'll see...not a soul. I am serious

about this....."

He pouted and shook his darling head at me. "Ooohhh Mr.

G. is

serious...serious with boy spooge dripping down his chin.

Get your faggot

ass up here and clean off my dick. Don't you know the

first rule of cunt

service...after the sex, the cunt cleans the cock with her

filthy sow

mouth."

"Jake, where did you ever learn at such a young age to

be so cruel...so

heartless?"

"Just a natural talent, I guess...now come on...clean

off Mr. Dick. " I

lovingly licked the flaccid cum covered teenage cock clean,

wondering about

the school girls who had been fucked by that dick. I

wondered if they knew

how lucky they were. If I had been a young school girl, I

would have done

anything to keep Jake as my boyfriend, absolutely

anything! When his dick

was clean, he flopped back on the couch and sat there, legs

spread wide,

toes curling and uncurling, scratching his pec and smiling.

"Get me another beer will you?"

"Jake, maybe you should go home now...."

"Oh sure, you selfish fucker...you have your fun and

then want to throw

me out. What about my feelings?"

"I sucked your cock..you had..."

"You had the extreme pleasure of taking the most

beautiful dick in the

world down your sow gullet. You had the pleasure of

worshipping a young

teenage God. Now I want some fun. I want to play. First go

get me a beer.

Oh take off your pants first. "

I wanted to throw him out on his ass, but something

about the way he

said he wanted to "play" made my dick jump in my jeans and

squirt another

jolt of pre fuck. I quickly peeled off my jeans and stood

naked in front of

the kid. Like I said, I have a nice body and am proud of

it.

"You're right, Mr. G. That is a pretty pathetic little

dick you've got

there, isn't it?"

I tried to regain some pride. "It's six and a half

inches Jake, larger

than average. "

He did laugh then. "Ha...pencil prick. No wonder you

became a

faggot...you couldn't even fuck a chick with that

dick...she'd never even

feel it. Is it in yet Honey?"

My dick was harder than it had ever been. "Yes, well

not everyone is

hung like you Jake. "

He spread his legs wider and patted his flaccid prick

and huge saggy

balls. "Damn straight...now crawl into the kitchen and get

me a beer."

I must have intentionally missed the key word in that

last sentence,

for I turned and started to walk out of the room. His voice

became harsh and

sharp. "CRAWL, MOTHERFUCKER."

I turned to face him...trying to look dignified with my

six and a half

inch throbbing hard on all red and drooling. "I will not

crawl for anyone,

Jake. You may be the most handsome teen I have ever seen,

and I may have a

stupid crazy crush on you...I admit that...I admit that I

have lost my

senses...but I have never crawled for anyone, and I will

not do it now."

He never said a word. He didn't have to. He lifted one

leg and bent the

knee, putting his sexy big naked teenage foot up on the

couch. This spread

him wide enough for me to see up his ass crack and I saw

his perfect pink

asshole, all crinkled and tight and beautiful. He started

to play with his

dick and it grew hard again in an instant. With his other

hand he pulled at

his nipples until they were hard as little stones. He

sucked in his bottom

lip and chewed on it and looked at me that way, batting his

rather large

eyelashes.

I felt sick to my stomach, and my legs lost their

strength. I wanted to

laugh and cry at the same time. My head felt light and my

body was covered

with a cold sweat. It was like coming down with some kind

of instantaneous

flu. My dick was so hard the skin felt like ripping and

it itched

terribly. I needed this young punk's cock..I needed his ass

like I had never

needed anything in my whole entire life. I blinked the

sweat or tears from

my eyes, looked around...and found myself on my knees. How

could I let

anyone do this to me? A boy! How could I demean myself in

this way. On

hands and knees I crawled into the kitchen for the beer. I

know ou no longer

have any sympathy for me or my plight. You think me

disgusting. Well, all I

can say is, you didn’t know Jake.

Crawling back into the living room, I noticed two

things. One, I was

breathing through my mouth, my lower jaw hanging slack,

like I was some kind

of village idiot or something. Second, Jake was no longer

on the couch. Then

I felt his weight on my back, as he sat naked on me...like

a rider on a

horse. "Put the beer down Mr. G., and ride me around the

room" Here I was,

a naked man in his mid-thirties, naked on my hands and

knees in my own

living room with a bare assed eighteen year old kid sitting

on me, wanting

to ride me like a horse. I could feel his balls and prick

on my back.

"Look Jake, I don't want to...." He slapped my ass

hard and dug one

foot into my rips.

"Come on, be a good horsey...giddyup....” I crawleawled

around my living

with this naked teenage boy on my back. For ten minutes I

crawled, until I

fell to the floor in exhaustion and Jake stood up and

fetched his beer.

"You make a shitty horse...no stamina. You're going to

need to work on

that. "

I lifted my sweat slick head. "For what?'

He stood over me and poured some beer on me. "For the

future. So I can

get a decent ride in the future. Cripes are you stupid."

The future...I hadn't even thought of the future. But

he had. "Oh,

tomorrow by the way, get me a set of keys to this pace, so

I can come and go

as I please. And we'll have to put some kind of sign on

the door, so if I

am fucking some chick here, you know to stay away until I

am finished.

Unless of course I allow you to watch. He stood there

legs spread on his

big teen feet, flaccid prick swinging over a low hanging

ball bag, tight

stomach, well shaped boy pecs with beautiful nipples,

shoulders straight,

head back, slugging down the beer. I almost came just

looking at him. He

raised one arm and sniffed his armpit.

"Whew...my pits really stink, its so damn warm in here.

You better lick

them clean for me, don't you think, Mr. G.?"

You should have heard the voice in my skull right

then..."Oh God

yes..God yes, let me lick your armpits Jake...let me suck

the boy sweat from

your pit bushes, and taste the foul bitter taste of teenage

armpit. Cover my

face with your pit stink so when you go home, I still can

smell you." I

know now, I am a real sicko, but I didn’t know it then. I

crawled to the

couch to lick his armpits. It cost me ten bucks for each

pit, well worth

it when you consider the price of cocktails in a classy

bar. I sucked and

licked his armpits for fifteen minutes and never would have

stopped if he

hadn't pushed my head back. "I gotta piss, " he said

rising and walking in

that casual way he had toward the bathroom, his ass globes

hypnotizing me as

they kind of rolled with each step. He had well muscled,

smooth skinned ass

cheeks with a deep crack. "Come on......" I crawled

after him...I

actually crawled after him. Have any of you ever done

something so demeaning...so disgusting. I crawled

after a teenage boy going to take a piss.

“You’ll want to bring some money,” he said with a smile,

his fat dick swinging.

I didn't know it at the time, but Jake was testing me.

The eighteen year

old sadistic stud was seeing how far he could take me...how

low I would

actually stoop, or in this case crawl. I crawled after him

into the

bathroom, like the stupid idiot I had become. Now I tell

myself that I knew

then I had no choice. I mean the kid was a high school

student with a cop

for a father and he could have ruined my entire life. True

he was eighteen

and legal, but still a guy like me going into a school and

having sex with a

student there. I mean, I would have been ruined. As it

turns out, I was

ruined anyway. I tell myself that was the reason I

crawled...but it's not

the truth. The truth is I crawled because no one ever

affected me like Jake

did. I crawled because of his fat flaccid swinging prick

and those huge

teenage balls. I crawled because of that killer ass with

the smooth tight

ass cheeks rising and falling as he swaggered ahead of me.

I crawled

because I had no defense against a gorgeous high school

senior. Even though

he was eighteen, there are those of you who would say I am

a child molester,

him being a school boy and all, But the truth is that I was

the one who was

molested. I was the one damaged and changed forever. I

never stood a chance

from the moment he set eyes on me.

When he got into the bathroom, he turned and smiled the

sweetest smile,

like a young kid delighted over Christmas. "Here, let me

help you. It's too

hard for you to crawl fisting all that cash. Just give it

all to me." I

stupidly raised my hand and opened it, and he scooped up

all the money I had

left. "You know Mr. G., When you are crawling, and you'll

be doing a lot

of that from now on, you might find it easier to carry

things in your

mouth...like dog's do." He said that in the kindest way,

like a scout

helping out an old lady. "My, my, my, your penis is sure

hard isn't it, Mr.

G. If some dude made me crawl around like a fucking

animal, my dick would

go soft in a second, but I guess that's the difference

between a straight

guy and a faggot, isn't it? Faggots love guys to work them

over. It's what

they live for. Now turn over on your back Mr.G and rest

your head on the rim

of the toilet bowl. No, up a little farther with your head

over the toilet

water...that's good. Great, Mr. G."

"Jake, I don't want this. This isn't sex...it isn't

part of..."

"Shhhhh, don't talk so much Mr. G. I don't like it

when you talk all

the time. Think about using your faggot mouth for other

things, ok?" My God,

his dick was beautiful...that's all I could think about.

Stupid I

know..utterly stupid. But it was such a perfect cock. Such

a perfect color

and texture and so thick and meaty even when flaccid, that

I couldn't take

my eyes off of it. He stood with legs spread, his fat

teenage fuckmeat

hanging over my face.

"Now open your mouth as wide as you can Mr. G." He

placed his hand on

his slender boy hips and puffed out his teenage chest a

little.

"No, Jake please. I am begging you, not

this...please..."

"Open nice and wide Mr. G. And don't close your eyes..I

want you to see

how good my aim is." Well his aim wasn;t so good.

Typical teenager, always thinking he can do better than he

really can. The

first splash of boypiss hit my chin and ran down my neck

onto my chest. He

giggled like a little boy and adjusted his lanky frame, so

the piss shot

higher, into my open mouth. My mouth filled quickly with

the bitter liquid

and it overflowed and ran down my cheeks and into the

toilet beneath me. I

got a little frantic and swallowed as quickly as I could,

tasting for the

first time in my life teenboy piss. And my fucking dick

got harder than

ever. I hated myself. I loathed my perversion. I deserved

what I was

getting. He jiggled his dick a little so the spray of pee

went up across my

nose and splashed into my eyes, stinging me. It got into

my hair and ran

down into my ears.

"This is awesome.." he whispered. I drank the boy's

piss. When the spray

had turned to a trickle and then stopped, he shook the last

few drop off

onto my face. I was mesmerized by the big fat pisshole, and

the way the

droplets of piss flew off onto me. My dick felt like it

was going to

explode. "There wasn't that cool? I knew you'd like it.

I'm gonna take a

shower, man, and while I do, I want you to hunt up an extra

set of keys for

me and your checkbook." He walked over to the shower,

smooth young back and

ass toward me...and I just looked up at him like he was a

God...I didn't

even think to wipe the piss off my face. I remember now

feeling a sense of

panic because I realized that our session was over, and

something in me

didn't want it to be over. I actually wanted him to stay

the night, but I

didn't dare ask him for fear of some new horror he might

visit upon me.

I was on the couch when he came padding out of the

bathroom naked and

proud dick swinging like a clock pendulum. His hair was

still damp and he

looked younger than ever. He smiled at me. "Off the

furniture Mr. G. The

furniture is off limits from now on. Even when I'm not

here. You sit on the

floor. Understand?"

"Yes..." I mumbled sliding off the couch onto

the carpet. Why the

fuck couldn't I stand up to him? Was it his youth, or

beauty, or a

combination of the two? Or something else? He walked

close to me, his fat

flaccid dick bobbing above me once again. It never got

small, even when he

was drained. "Keys," he said. And I handed to him my

extra set of keys.

"Oh good, car keys too. Cool. . And your checkbook." And your checkbook." I

handed up my

checkbook.

"I don't have a lot of money Jake. I'm trying to

build a career,

but I only have a couple of thousand in the bank. It's all

I have in the

world. "

He threw back his darling head and laughed. "Don't

worry, I'm not

going to spend that much. I just want to check out

Abacrombie to see what's

new. And Banana Republic. But you might think about

getting a decent job,

forget all this acting shit. Get a job as a waiter or

something. Look into

it this week. Look dork, these checks aren't worth shit if

you don't sign

them." He pouted and got a pen from the table and watched

me sign the blank

checks. He smiled down at me. "Time for Jake to go home

to do his homework

for school. You wanna kiss me goodbye?" He stuck his hips

out so his dick

wobbled a bit. The dickhead was like a fucking

plumb...honest to God.

"Your dick is so beautiful, Jake." I kissed the soft

skin of his pink

prickhead over and over, running my tongue over the big fat

piss slit that

never seemed to totally close.

"I know. You'll get to see it again tomorrow if

you're a good boy.

Now I gotta get dressed." he slipped on his shirt. It was

like night

descending on a gorgeous natural vista, inking it into

blackness.

"Jake, do you want to...would you like to sleep

over?"

He laughed again, tugging up his trousers, not

bothering to put on

any underwear. "Sleep with a faggot...I don't think so. My

dick would be

raw by morning." He pointed at his boxer shorts on the

floor. "I left you

my dirty underpants to suck on all night." We both knew I

would too. "Now

tomorrow, I think you arranged a rehearsal for just the

guys in swing choir.

Probably so you could get off looking at all the baskets

and asses without

the distraction of cunt."

I tried to preserve some shred of dignity, who knows

why. "That's not

true,Jake. The guys need the work. They can't learn the

steps as quickly as

the girls."

"Well that's because you give us guys such faggy steps

to do. We can't do

all that swishy shit. You ought to hear how we laugh behind

your back. “Is

Mr. Faggot coming today, the guys ask." He laughed then,

and I wanted to

cry. “Is Mr. Drooling over our teenage dicks, coming

today?”

"Well maybe I just shouldn't come back to the school, it

might better all

the way round."

"If you don't come back to the school, you don't get any

more of this

grade A prime fuckmeat. Now, it doesn't matter to me one

way or the other.

I got lots of twat I can stuff, but how about you? Do you

want some more of

Jakey's big fat fuck sausage?" He was tying his shoes. "I

asked you a

question."

"Yes, you know I want to see you again."

"Then I want you at school on time tomorrow, ready to

work. You try to

figure out some more studly steps for us guys, and I'll

tell the guys to try

to stop laughing at your swishy ass.” He flashed a toothy

smile at me. “ I

can't promise anything though, they can be pretty cruel

sometimes. And you

are such a fucking faggot. I mean, we all talk about it all

the time.

Now, for a few rules. When you come to teach us tomorrow, I

want you to wear

those tight jeans you wore to answer the door tonight, and

no underwear. Let

all the guys see your package. It might make them feel

sorry for you. You

know I think ninety percent of the guys in the junior and

senior class have

dicks bigger than yours. There are some fourteen year old

Freshmen who are

about your size." He laughed hard and slugged back the

rest of the

unfinished beer. "You know, I had an idea. If you taught

the eighth grade

boys and went after some of them, your dick might seem

pretty big to them.”

He stood up. His fucker pushed out the front of his pants,

and I wanted to

kiss it again.

"So you wear those tight jeans and a nice thin tee

shirt so we can see

your titties through it. Make sure it’s a really small,

tight tee shirt. I

want to see at least two inches of your belly showing at

the bottom. And

make sure we can see the brown of your titties through the

material. And if

you're real good at practice tomorrow, I'll give you some

more of Mr. Dick."

He stuffed my money and checkbook into his pants pocket and

moved to the

door, leaving me naked on the floor. He turned at the

door. "How would you

like me to shove my big fat prick up your asshole?"

I shook my head. "I've never done that." It was true,

I'd read about

it in dirty stories and watched porno videos, but the few

times in my life I

had tried it, it was too uncomfortable and hurt. I think I

my asshole was

too tight.

"Never been pussy fucked? A virgin? Well then you

have a real treat in

store for you, don't you?"

"Jake, could you call me later...could we just at least

talk about

this…about what we're feeling...please..."

"Sorry Mr. G., but I gotta call my girlfriend...make up

some excuse why

she didn't get any dick tonight. You gotta remember that

faggots are pretty

low on the ladder. You're lucky I have any time at all for

you. Lots of

teen twat wants this fuckmeat pretty bad. It's become a

kind of status

symbol around school to suck my dick. And the cunt who

gets to be my

girlfriend is pretty special. She's really respected. I

hear there's even a

club for cunts I've dumped. They get together and talk

about my cock and

what they all did. Hey maybe when I dump you, I can fix it

up so you are

the first guy to join that club. See you..." And he was

gone.

I sat in the middle of my living room and cried and

cried and cried. I

actually started to crawl toward the kitchen before I came

to my senses and

stood up and walked. I could taste his piss in my mouth.

I could smell his

sweat on my body, and my dick needed to shoot a fuckload so

badly it hurt.

In the alcove off my kitchen, I had a year book from the

school. I opened

it to his picture, and sat on the floor and masturbated. Am

I scum? Do you

know anyone like me?

The next day, I walked into the swing choir room and

ten guys applauded

and whistled at my jeans and tee shirt, led no doubt by

Jake who looked sexy

as hell. He wore a yellow pullover with a tee shirt

underneath and baggy

tan pants. He had a beaded bracelet around one wrist. I

tried to act

business like, but I had the feeling he had told some of

the guys what had

happened.

I had worked late into the night on some new

steps...more macho

steps...but in the middle of teaching the first one, one of

the big jocks

said right out loud, "I can't do that step Mr. G. Only a

faggot can do that

step."

I felt my face go red and heard the guys laugh. "We

will not use that

kind of language in Swing Choir." I said angrily.

Then Jake spoke up. "He's sorry Mr. C....what he

meant was that only

a cocksucking ball licking queer scumbag fucksow of a homo

could do that

step."

I stood frozen, sweat running from my armpits,

staring at Jake for

what seemed like an eternity, and he stared back. "Jake

please...." I said

quietly.

"Sorry, Mr. C...just trying to help. Oh, wonder why

I'm calling you

Mr. C? It's a kind of affectionate nickname. But I don't

think you wanna

know what it means right now." The guys had formed a kind

of circle around

me. "Mr. C., could you go over with me that step we do

with the girls in

that romantic part. I can't get it.." Jake asked. And he

stepped up behind

me. "Here...I'll be the guy and you be the girl." All the

guys laughed.

He took my arms from behind, as I had taught him, and then

he began to

undulate his body. As the girl, I was supposed to do the

same, my ass

against him. It was a dirty dancing kind of thing, but

really quite subtle,

and it looked good when the whole choir did it. it also

only lasted eight

counts. But now, Jake pressed his young hard body against

me and held my

arms, and I could feel his cock against my ass. I wondered

for the first

time if the girls in the swing choir felt the boys’ dickhe boys’ dicks

against their

asses during this step.

"Eh, I decided to change the step. I think it's too

risqué for swing

choir. We might get complaints..." Jake was humping his

cock against my

ass, and it was having a terrible effect on me. My own dick

was starting to

erect. Please believe me when I tell you that the fucking

kid's touch was

electric to me, and I could not help it.

"No. we like this step alot. Its the best one in the

number. Its kind of

like ass screwing." The guys roared with laughter. I could

feel them all

watching us intently. "But am I doing it right Mr.C? Do I

have enough

pelvic thrust?"

"You are doing it just fine Jake. Now let's go on to

something else..." I

felt the grip of his hands on my wrists as his loins rubbed

my ass.

"No, I wanna practice this some more. I wanna get it

right. " He was

humping his dick into my ass and the kids around were

busting a gut

laughing. And I was throwing a fucking boner.

"I think Mr. C. likes doing that step too." One of the

cute jocks said,

and some of the boys actually rolled on the floor with

laughter.

"Please stop now Jake." I tried to break away, but he

leaned in and

whispered in my ear.

"We stop when I say so." and then he ground his dick

harder into my

ass. "I think I'm getting it now, Sir. The trick is to

shove your dick

really hard right up into the girl's ass crack."

"Holy fuck, look at that.." said one of the junior

boys, and he

pointed at my crotch. I looked down to see a wet stain

forming at the bulge

of my dickhead. Oh Christ, I was leaking. I wanted to die.

I knew I should

never have gone back to the school. Nine teenage boys

stood around me in a

half circle, looking at the spooge spread soaking the

front of my jeans.

Jake let me go and stepped back.

"Come on guys, give me a break. It happens to all

guys. It probably

happens to you all the time." I tried pathetically to

laugh it off.

"Not from other guys it don't" one dangerously

handsome and dumb

jock said.

"I was dry humping you Mr. C., and look...I'm not

even hard. It's

cause I'm not a faggot," said Jake, with a friendly

sadistic smile. "But

look at the mess you made. Now you are going to have to

take off your tee

shirt and lower your jeans and wipe yourself off with it."

With tears in my eyes, I shook my head. "No. I

won't do that. I

will not do that."

"Unless of course, you want me to send one of the

guys to the

Principal's office to tell him what happened."

I pulled up my tee shirt and slipped it off. "He's got

a buff body for

a fag...he must work out." one of the younger kids said.

Jake ruffled the kid's hair. "Lots of fags work

out. It's so they

can hang around the locker room looking at guys dicks all

day." Shit, he

was right, what could I say? Jake extended his hand to me.

"I'll hold your

shirt while you lower your jeans." It was so I could not

cover myself. My

prick was still hard as iron and leaking like crazy. The

wet spot was way

down the leg by now. God damn, I am a fucking freak.

"Please, Jake" it

did no good. I unsnapped my jeans and peeled them

down....my hard prick

bounced out and sprayed pre-fuck onto the floor. Several

guys jumped back,

howling with laughter. Others moved in for a better look.

"Pull your pants down to your ankles...so you can

clean your thigh of

all the fucksnot." I dropped the jeans to my ankles and

stood there bare

assed naked in front of ten teenage boys.

"Somebody lock the door," Jake said. Nothing sexual

happened that

day...not then...during Swing Choir anyway, but Jake did

decide that since

my clothes were wet with pricksap, I had better finish

teaching the class

bare assed naked. They sat around sipping cokes, making

me do the swing

choir dance steps over and over by myself...jumping around

dick and balls

flopping. I wanted to die. I really wanted to die. My

prick got small,

then hard again. Then it leaked again, sending gales of

laughter across the

room. Fresh faced teenage boys laughed as only boys can

laugh, until they

held their stomachs, watching me prance and jump totally

bare assed naked.

Jake got up and did the couples thing with me, rubbing my

ass, and my prick

bounced and sprayed pre fuck, and the guys roared, and I

started to cry.

Here I was a grown adult crying in front of ten high school

boys. Do you

know what it is like to cry in front of a gang of boys who

are laughing at

you? They laughed harder.

"Is that as big as his dick gets?" One senior

footballer asked. "How

the fuck do the girl's find it?" More laughter.

"Jarod...the girls don't find it. The homos find it,"

Jake explained.

"Besides, I have a feeling he is more often the sucker than

the suckee."

The bell rang and the boys tumbled out of the

classroom..leaving me standing

there bare assed naked with a dripping hard on…crying like

a baby.

I stayed home in bed for two days. I called the regular swing choir

> music teacher and told her I wouldn't be in for a while, and they

could work

> on the music aspects of the numbers. I stumbled around my

apartment trying

> to get my life in order and seriously considered moving to Chicago.

Mostly I

> slept as people do when they are humiliated or sad, or scared. I

decided I

> could never go back to the school. Then, at ten o'clock at night on

the

> third evening, my doorbell rang. I knew who it was without a

second

> thought. I don't know why. I slipped on some old jeans and a tee

shirt and

> opened the door.

> Jake stood there with a nasty look on his face. He was more

adorable

> than I had remembered. Then his face in a second turned innocent

and

> childlike. Such an innocent high school boy look on him. He was

dressed in

> a burgundy baggy sweater that hung down over his hands and a

pair of dark

> blue pants.

> "Mr. C...I am pissed. I missed you mucho these last two days

and my

> dick missed you too." He had been drinking, I could tell by the slur

in his

> speech and the blurry look to his usually bright sparkling eyes. "You

have

> been a mean selfish cocksucker to let us swing choir boys high and

dry."

> "Jake, I've thought it over and this whole thing is no good. I'm

not

> coming back to the school, and I can't see you any more." My voice

shook so

> badly I could hardly stand the sound. I sounded like the biggest

sissy boy.

> Here I was, an adult in his thirties, letting a high school boy push

me

> around.

I called the regular swing choir

> music teacher and told her I wouldn't be in for a while, and they

could work

> on the music aspects of the numbers. I stumbled around my

apartment trying

> to get my life in order and seriously considered moving to Chicago.

Mostly I

> slept as people do when they are humiliated or sad, or scared. I

decided I

> could never go back to the school. Then, at ten o'clock at night on

the

> third evening, my doorbell rang. I knew who it was without a

second

> thought. I don't know why. I slipped on some old jeans and a tee

shirt and

> opened the door.

> Jake stood there with a nasty look on his face. He was more

adorable

> than I had remembered. Then his face in a second turned innocent

and

> childlike. Such an innocent high school boy look on him. He was

dressed in

> a burgundy baggy sweater that hung down over his hands and a

pair of dark

> blue pants.

> "Mr. C...I am pissed. I missed you mucho these last two days

and my

> dick missed you too." He had been drinking, I could tell by the slur

in his

> speech and the blurry look to his usually bright sparkling eyes. "You

have

> been a mean selfish cocksucker to let us swing choir boys high and

dry."

> "Jake, I've thought it over and this whole thing is no good. I'm

not

> coming back to the school, and I can't see you any more." My voice

shook so

> badly I could hardly stand the sound. I sounded like the biggest

sissy boy.

> Here I was, an adult in his thirties, letting a high school boy push

me

> around.

> "I brought a present for you Mr. C." Jake groped his bulge...I

could

> see he was at least half hard. Why the fuck did that kid have to be

hung

> like that?

> "My name begins with a G...not a C and you know it."

> He smiled stupidly, a little drunken spittle in the corner of his

> mouth. His eyes were red. "No, Mr. C...Mr. C...that's your nick

name. Know

> what it stands for? Mr. Cunt! All the guys in the school know about

it.

> We told all the guys, not just the guys in swing choir. Everybody

thinks

> it¹s very funny...except for a few of the faggot boys."

> "Well, your little game is over. " I was actually proud of myself

> holding my own like that. Although, the sight of his luscious full

young boy

> lips made me start to get hard. He had a way of licking his lips and

> chewing on his lower lip like a naughty little boy that drove me nuts.

"I brought a present for you Mr. C." Jake groped his bulge...I

could

> see he was at least half hard. Why the fuck did that kid have to be

hung

> like that?

> "My name begins with a G...not a C and you know it."

> He smiled stupidly, a little drunken spittle in the corner of his

> mouth. His eyes were red. "No, Mr. C...Mr. C...that's your nick

name. Know

> what it stands for? Mr. Cunt! All the guys in the school know about

it.

> We told all the guys, not just the guys in swing choir. Everybody

thinks

> it¹s very funny...except for a few of the faggot boys."

> "Well, your little game is over. " I was actually proud of myself

> holding my own like that. Although, the sight of his luscious full

young boy

> lips made me start to get hard. He had a way of licking his lips and

> chewing on his lower lip like a naughty little boy that drove me nuts.

He

> did that now.

> "Don't you wanna suck my big fat teenage dick?"

> "Jake, you know I have very strong unexplainable feelings for

you, and

> yes, as a matter of fact I want to suck your big fat teenage dick

more than

> anything in the world right now...more than breathing...more than

life. It's

> all I have thought about these last two days, but I cannot and will

not

> tolerate your abuse of me. I will not be humiliated, so I have to

break it

> off with you."

> He pouted and ran one hand through his hair. "What if I tell you

I am

> really sorry, and I really like you a lot?"

> Oh Jesus, my dick was like iron in my pants. "Jake how can I

believe

> you after all the shit you put me through? "

>

> "I was just playing around. I never meant to really hurt you. I

know it

> got out of hand, but you know how horny high school guys are and

how they

> love to humiliate other guys. Shit, we are always pulling that kind of

sick

> shit on each other just for fun. Can I come in, just for a minute?"

>

> "It would be better if you didn't. It can only lead to...." He

walked

> passed me into the apartment. I just stood there, one hand on the

door

> knob. He slipped out of his sweater and stood there in his tee shirt.

> "I¹m a little drunk. Can I have a beer?"

> "Jake it¹s a school night, and I think you've had enough."

> "You are a real prick, Mr.C....Mr. G. You sure know how to hurt a

guy.

> You think I'm mean to you? How about you? Here I am with a great

big crush

> on you, and you stay away for two days." He kicked off his shoes

and peeled

> off his socks.

>

> "If I am a prick, then you better go home Jake. I mean it. You

don't

> have a crush on me and you know it."

>

> "Then why does my fat prick get all hard and drippy when I think

about

> you? Why does it leak all over my fucking pants? He padded on

bare feet

> into the kitchen and came back with a beer.

> 'I told you no beer!" I was weakening. I was losing, I could tell.

> What the fuck was wrong with me? "You've got lots of girls after

you. You've

> got a steady girlfriend. Go out with them to relieve your sexual

needs."

>

> "I do. I've fucked them all until they can't walk. I need something

new.

> Don't you wanna suck my dick Mr. G?"

>

> "If I suck your dick will you go home?"

>

> "You bet." He got a big smile on his face and peeled off his tee

shirt.

> The sight of his smooth naked chest did me in. My dick started

squirting pre

sick

> shit on each other just for fun. Can I come in, just for a minute?"

>

> "It would be better if you didn't. It can only lead to...." He

walked

> passed me into the apartment. I just stood there, one hand on the

door

> knob. He slipped out of his sweater and stood there in his tee shirt.

> "I¹m a little drunk. Can I have a beer?"

> "Jake it¹s a school night, and I think you've had enough."

> "You are a real prick, Mr.C....Mr. G. You sure know how to hurt a

guy.

> You think I'm mean to you? How about you? Here I am with a great

big crush

> on you, and you stay away for two days." He kicked off his shoes

and peeled

> off his socks.

>

> "If I am a prick, then you better go home Jake. I mean it. You

don't

> have a crush on me and you know it."

>

> "Then why does my fat prick get all hard and drippy when I think

about

> you? Why does it leak all over my fucking pants? He padded on

bare feet

> into the kitchen and came back with a beer.

> 'I told you no beer!" I was weakening. I was losing, I could tell.

> What the fuck was wrong with me? "You've got lots of girls after

you. You've

> got a steady girlfriend. Go out with them to relieve your sexual

needs."

>

> "I do. I've fucked them all until they can't walk. I need something

new.

> Don't you wanna suck my dick Mr. G?"

>

> "If I suck your dick will you go home?"

>

> "You bet." He got a big smile on his face and peeled off his tee

shirt.

> The sight of his smooth naked chest did me in. My dick started

squirting pre

> fuck and my legs grew weak. I loved his perfect nipples and his

belly

> button and his hard smooth tummy. I had never been so gone over

anyone in my

> entire life. He undid his belt and unsnapped his pants. He let them

fall.

> He wasn't wearing any underwear. His dick stood up stiff and wet.

It

> bounced, nine inches of boyfuck meat.

> I stood in front of him dying to kiss those soft lips...dying to suck

on

> his nipplesŠto chew on his neck...to lick his stomach. I wanted him

to love

> me, to need me.

> "You're the best cocksucker I ever had, " he said smiling at me.

> "Do you, eh..wanna sit on the couch, or go into the bedroom?" I

felt

> drunk now, drunk by the sight of him.

> "I'd rather stand and have you on your knees." I should have

known, but

> it was too late for me now, I was trapped once again by the most

beautiful

> dick I had ever seen. It was running a cloudy stream of fucklube

onto the

> carpet.

> I took off my tee shirt. "You're really excited tonight Jake." I

> whispered, dropping my pants so my own six and a half inches

popped up. I

> sank to my knees and moved in.

> "Yeah..." he sighed, thrusting his hips out toward me. "I just

finished

> fucking my girlfriend." I smelled the cunt on his dick then, a really

> strong smell. "I didn't get a chance to wash my dick. It's got Julie's

> cuntjuice all over it." There it was a few inches from my face,

smelling of

> pussy, and I could see the dried cuntjuice on it.

>

> "Well, Jake, would you like you to go wash it now?"

> "No, I would like you to suck it like this. I would like you to suck

and

> lick my girlfriend's pussy slime from my dick."

>

> "Jake, It's filthy and it stinks...I can't suck it like this."

>

I loved his perfect nipples and his

belly

> button and his hard smooth tummy. I had never been so gone over

anyone in my

> entire life. He undid his belt and unsnapped his pants. He let them

fall.

> He wasn't wearing any underwear. His dick stood up stiff and wet.

It

> bounced, nine inches of boyfuck meat.

> I stood in front of him dying to kiss those soft lips...dying to suck

on

> his nipplesŠto chew on his neck...to lick his stomach. I wanted him

to love

> me, to need me.

> "You're the best cocksucker I ever had, " he said smiling at me.

> "Do you, eh..wanna sit on the couch, or go into the bedroom?" I

felt

> drunk now, drunk by the sight of him.

> "I'd rather stand and have you on your knees." I should have

known, but

> it was too late for me now, I was trapped once again by the most

beautiful

> dick I had ever seen. It was running a cloudy stream of fucklube

onto the

> carpet.

> I took off my tee shirt. "You're really excited tonight Jake." I

> whispered, dropping my pants so my own six and a half inches

popped up. I

> sank to my knees and moved in.

> "Yeah..." he sighed, thrusting his hips out toward me. "I just

finished

> fucking my girlfriend." I smelled the cunt on his dick then, a really

> strong smell. "I didn't get a chance to wash my dick. It's got Julie's

> cuntjuice all over it." There it was a few inches from my face,

smelling of

> pussy, and I could see the dried cuntjuice on it.

>

> "Well, Jake, would you like you to go wash it now?"

> "No, I would like you to suck it like this. I would like you to suck

and

> lick my girlfriend's pussy slime from my dick."

>

> "Jake, It's filthy and it stinks...I can't suck it like this."

>

> "Look Mr. C...I came all the way over here to be nice to you. Now

suck

> it like it is or not at all.. Make up your mind." What would you have

done?

> Nine inches of handsome teenage fuck meat bobbing in front of me.

The

> pisshole opened and closed and more fuckslop oozed out. I

swallowed my

> pride, held my breath and took the fat drooling prick into my mouth.

"Look Mr. C...I came all the way over here to be nice to you. Now

suck

> it like it is or not at all.. Make up your mind." What would you have

done?

> Nine inches of handsome teenage fuck meat bobbing in front of me.

The

> pisshole opened and closed and more fuckslop oozed out. I

swallowed my

> pride, held my breath and took the fat drooling prick into my mouth.

I was

> in heaven. The pussy taste and smell went away rather quickly, and

I was

> left with the delicious flavor of Jake's fuckmeat. I did gag a little on

the

> cunt taste, but it soon dissolved in spit. Jake encouraged me.

> "That a way Mr. C. Oh you are some great cocksucker. Usually I

make

> Julie clean me up with her mouth, but all the while I was fucking her

cunt,

> I kept thinking about your mouth sucking down her cuntslime. So

after I

> shot, I pulled out and let the scum dry on me real careful. You see

how I

> think of you? "

> Dear God it was so wonderful; his big full balls bouncing on my

chin,

> his beer can thick prick ramming my throat, choking me, turning me

into his

> pussy, his fucktoy. The dick was so thick it stretched my entire

throat. I

> know how badly eighteen year old boys need sex, so I almost

excused his

> abuse of me. I kept thinking, maybe he is gay and doesn't know it.

Maybe he

> could like me, love me. How I lied to myself when I was sucking the

> pre-fuck from the gaping pisshole of his dickhead. The fucksnot was

> literally running down my throat like a river. Suddenly he pulled

away, his

> dick throbbing, a string of spittle and pre-fuck going from his

cockhead to

> my mouth.

> "I wanna get some pictures of you, Mr. C. For my memories. "

He hada

> digital camera in his hands and he shot down on me, snapping a

picture of me

> kneeling with dick slime going from my mouth to his cockhead.

> 'No Jake, no pictures, absolutely not."

> "Come on Mr. C. Lay back on the floor and masturbate for me.

It's just

> fun, man. You are so fucking up tight. Be a kid again and have

some fun

> with me." He stepped back and got a pic of me kneeling, my dick

hard and

> throbbing. "Start to jerk off for me...think about how great it's going

to

> be when I fuck your ass."

> "I told you Jake, I don't do that" but my hand went to my dick,

pulling

> it, rubbing it. SNAP!

> "Yeah baby, and I told you, you better start to stretch that pussy

with

> your fingers or it's going to hurt bad when the time comes. I am

not known

> for being a gentle fucker. I'm giving you a chance, being nice to

you,

> giving you a chance to get your hole opened up. Lay back on the

floor while

> you jerk off...its more comfortable." I did. I fell back onto the floor,

> tugging and yanking on my swollen prick, unable to look away from

his

> godlike body. His huge prick drooled onto me as he stood over me

snapping

> pics. Then he was standing over my face, his big feet planted on

either side

> of my head, pre-fuck running down onto my nose and lips. Then he

squatted

> down, until his nuts lay hot and sweaty on my mouth and chin.

> "I feel like an ass suck. Lick my ass crack Mr. C." I know you

must

> think me an absolute wimp...a loser...a creep beyond any hope, but

what

> would you have done with the world's most perfect eighteen year

old ass

> inches from your face? I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and

swiped

> at his smooth young asscrack. He smelled sweaty. He raised up

slightly so

> my tongue got only the tips of ass crack hairŠsoft downy hair. Just

a bit.

> Just a sprinkling around his pink puckered asshole. Oh yes, I drank

in the

> sight of that as well, my dick going nuts. Eighteen year old ass hole

still

> has that youthful boyish pinkness about it. I tried to reach his ass

crack

> with my tongue, but he squatted just high enough that I couldn't get

it

> laughing. His dick throbbed and bobbed and leaked.

> "Come on girl...come on and lick my ass crack. Reach for it,

Cunt..

> Stick that fucking tongue out. Taste some hot sweaty boy ass!"

Sweat dripped

> from his ass crack onto my face. It was terribly pungent.

> I was practically yanking my dick out of my groin. He lowered his

ass enough

> so that I was dizzy from the funky boy ass sweat stink, and my

tongue

> licked at his asshole hairs. A little lower! My tongue swiped up and

down

> the ass crack, catching sweat and some ass dirt, and the dried fuck

tracks

> from drippings from his fuck with his girlfriend. He allowed his full

ass

> cheeks to close over my face. I was smothered by teenage boy ass.

> Just a sprinkling around his pink puckered asshole. Oh yes, I drank

in the

> sight of that as well, my dick going nuts. Eighteen year old ass hole

still

> has that youthful boyish pinkness about it. I tried to reach his ass

crack

> with my tongue, but he squatted just high enough that I couldn't get

it

> laughing. His dick throbbed and bobbed and leaked.

> "Come on girl...come on and lick my ass crack. Reach for it,

Cunt..

> Stick that fucking tongue out. Taste some hot sweaty boy ass!"

Sweat dripped

> from his ass crack onto my face. It was terribly pungent.

> I was practically yanking my dick out of my groin. He lowered his

ass enough

> so that I was dizzy from the funky boy ass sweat stink, and my

tongue

> licked at his asshole hairs. A little lower! My tongue swiped up and

down

> the ass crack, catching sweat and some ass dirt, and the dried fuck

tracks

> from drippings from his fuck with his girlfriend. He allowed his full

ass

> cheeks to close over my face. I was smothered by teenage boy ass.

I felt my

> dick about to explode and jerked on it harder. A teenage boy was

forcing

> his ass down onto my face, sitting on my face.

> "Stick your tongue up my hole...fuck my hole with your tongue you

fucking

> dirty sex sow you!"

> I rammed my tongue into his puckered ass hole, as far as I could,

until

> it hurt it was in so far. I sucked at his ass lips while my tongue

probed in

> a rectal fuck, and my dick shot a huge spray of fuck into to the air

as I

> came, one of the hardest orgasms of my whole life.

> "Oh God, I love you...I love you...I love you...I love you..." I

yelled

> over and over my tongue up his asshole making it sound like

nothing except

> grunting.

> "Fucking ass sucking faggot...." he screamed and shot his own

load

> across my body and beyond me. Huge globs of Jake's cum made

my own watery

> orgasm seem pathetic. He was only eighteen, but he was a man,

and I was a

> faggot. He pulled up off my tongue and jerked his prick, so the

remaining

> cum splashed onto my face...me with my mouth wide trying to catch

it.

> "You are one disgusting piece of shit you know that Mr. Cunt!"

> I was in a daze, and his abuse hardly registered. I was still

coming

> down from the best orgasm of my life. My balls ached with the

power of it.

> My body was covered with his boy fuck.

> He walked to the chair and started to get dressed in a hurry, me

still

> on the floor in a daze.

> "Three things, Asswipe. 1. You be at school tomorrow for swing

choir.

> We need the rehearsal, and no back talk, or these pics go all over

the

> school, including to the administration. I hope you fucking

understand that

> I mean every fucking word I say. I¹ll do it motherfucker, I really

will.

> And your new rehearsal outfit will be cut off jean shorts, and I

mean cut

> off high. I want some ass cheek showing. No, I want a lot of ass

cheek

> showing. If they aren't cut off high enough, we will finish the job

right

> there in class in front of the girls and everything, and you know I

mean it.

> Don't worry about Mrs. Twat (Tschanz), I already told the old cunt

that you

> would be there tomorrow, and she could stay in her office and drink.

> Oh, and wear a nice pink tee shirt, cut off to one inch below your

nipples.

> 2. I need a hundred bucks...bring it tomorrow. "

> "What about the checkbook and checks?"

> "I bought a new home entertainment system. You would love it. "

> "Fucking ass sucking faggot...." he screamed and shot his own

load

> across my body and beyond me. Huge globs of Jake's cum made

my own watery

> orgasm seem pathetic. He was only eighteen, but he was a man,

and I was a

> faggot. He pulled up off my tongue and jerked his prick, so the

remaining

> cum splashed onto my face...me with my mouth wide trying to catch

it.

> "You are one disgusting piece of shit you know that Mr. Cunt!"

> I was in a daze, and his abuse hardly registered. I was still

coming

> down from the best orgasm of my life. My balls ached with the

power of it.

> My body was covered with his boy fuck.

> He walked to the chair and started to get dressed in a hurry, me

still

> on the floor in a daze.

> "Three things, Asswipe. 1. You be at school tomorrow for swing

choir.

> We need the rehearsal, and no back talk, or these pics go all over

the

> school, including to the administration. I hope you fucking

understand that

> I mean every fucking word I say. I¹ll do it motherfucker, I really

will.

> And your new rehearsal outfit will be cut off jean shorts, and I

mean cut

> off high. I want some ass cheek showing. No, I want a lot of ass

cheek

> showing. If they aren't cut off high enough, we will finish the job

right

> there in class in front of the girls and everything, and you know I

mean it.

> Don't worry about Mrs. Twat (Tschanz), I already told the old cunt

that you

> would be there tomorrow, and she could stay in her office and drink.

> Oh, and wear a nice pink tee shirt, cut off to one inch below your

nipples.

> 2. I need a hundred bucks...bring it tomorrow. "

> "What about the checkbook and checks?"

> "I bought a new home entertainment system. You would love it. "

> "But Jake, where will I get a hundred bucks from?"

> "What the fuck do I care, but have it, or tomorrow night, Mr.

Cunt

> will have his own internet website with pictures.

> 3. I need your apartment tomorrow night to fuck this chick, so

> disappear from six to midnight. She swears I will have to use a

rubber or

> she won't do it. Yeah right. But if I do use a dickbag, I'll leave it for

> you to suck out, How's that? In case you didn't notice, your prick is

> getting hard again. What a fucking queer. Oh yeah, from now on, no

clothes

> when you are at home. I want you bare assed all the time. I mean,

all the

> time! You answer the door bareassed. If I come to see you, and

you answer

> the door with anything but a bare dick, your ass will be grass. And

I'll be

> sending some guys form school over, just to check on you. You

answer the

> door bare assed, you hear?"

> "But what if it¹s some friends, or my mom and dad...or...they

come over

> sometimes...."

>

> "Too bad fuckface. You better just tell them not to come over

for a

> while. Of course, you can ask my permission to wear clothes if you

make

> advance plans. Now come here. How about a little goodbye kiss? "

> He wanted to kiss me! Jake wanted to kiss me. I sprang to my

feet,

> my dick throbbing hard again and went to take him in my arms.

> "Whoa..." he laughed. "This is a special buddy kiss. Close your

eyes

> and open your mouth wide." I did, and he snorted back snot from

his nose,

> gobbed and hawked a huge wad of spit into my mouth. I gagged

and started to

> close my mouth, thinking I might puke.

> "Hold on. Keep that cocksucker mouth wide open. You didn¹t

actually

> think I'd touch my lips to yours after you sucked on my asshole did

you?

> Some night, if you are real good, I will kiss you, and it will be the

"But Jake, where will I get a hundred bucks from?"

> "What the fuck do I care, but have it, or tomorrow night, Mr.

Cunt

> will have his own internet website with pictures.

> 3. I need your apartment tomorrow night to fuck this chick, so

> disappear from six to midnight. She swears I will have to use a

rubber or

> she won't do it. Yeah right. But if I do use a dickbag, I'll leave it for

> you to suck out, How's that? In case you didn't notice, your prick is

> getting hard again. What a fucking queer. Oh yeah, from now on, no

clothes

> when you are at home. I want you bare assed all the time. I mean,

all the

> time! You answer the door bareassed. If I come to see you, and

you answer

> the door with anything but a bare dick, your ass will be grass. And

I'll be

> sending some guys form school over, just to check on you. You

answer the

> door bare assed, you hear?"

> "But what if it¹s some friends, or my mom and dad...or...they

come over

> sometimes...."

>

> "Too bad fuckface. You better just tell them not to come over

for a

> while. Of course, you can ask my permission to wear clothes if you

make

> advance plans. Now come here. How about a little goodbye kiss? "

> He wanted to kiss me! Jake wanted to kiss me. I sprang to my

feet,

> my dick throbbing hard again and went to take him in my arms.

> "Whoa..." he laughed. "This is a special buddy kiss. Close your

eyes

> and open your mouth wide." I did, and he snorted back snot from

his nose,

> gobbed and hawked a huge wad of spit into my mouth. I gagged

and started to

> close my mouth, thinking I might puke.

> "Hold on. Keep that cocksucker mouth wide open. You didn¹t

actually

> think I'd touch my lips to yours after you sucked on my asshole did

you?

> Some night, if you are real good, I will kiss you, and it will be the

> highlight of your fucked up life. I'm not afraid to kiss guys. It

doesn't

> threaten my sexuality. Now hold your mouth open." He leaned in

and I heard

> him sniff. Then he blew his nose into my mouth. I started to puke,

but he

> slapped a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose.

> "Swallow! Swallow, Cuntface! Before we are though, you will be

eating

> my snot like it was cavier! So just get fucking used to it.

> You will take anything and everything from my body and love

it...you hear

> me...love it!"

> I swallowed. He stepped back and smiled, lifting my chin to look

into

> my pale sick face.

> "Good Pussy." the eighteen year old boy said.

> "Please,could I suck you once more?" I said, totally humiliating

myself

> for him.

> "Fuck you." he said in the sweetest way, and was gone.

id to kiss guys. It

doesn't

> threaten my sexuality. Now hold your mouth open." He leaned in

and I heard

> him sniff. Then he blew his nose into my mouth. I started to puke,

but he

> slapped a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose.

> "Swallow! Swallow, Cuntface! Before we are though, you will be

eating

> my snot like it was cavier! So just get fucking used to it.

> You will take anything and everything from my body and love

it...you hear

> me...love it!"

> I swallowed. He stepped back and smiled, lifting my chin to look

into

> my pale sick face.

> "Good Pussy." the eighteen year old boy said.

> "Please,could I suck you once more?" I said, totally humiliating

myself

> for him.

> "Fuck you." he said in the sweetest way, and was gone.

Part Four

>

>

> I was so fucked out by Jake's appearance at my home, so

humiliated, and

> degraded, and turned on lie some kind of fucking animal, I don't

even

> remember half of what he told me. I did remember that I had to

appear in

> front of the swing choir in cut off shorts and a tank top. I knew I

couldnÆt

> get out of it, because I had a sneaking hunch, young Jake would

love nothing

> better than to send me to prison. Think of the laughs. With fear and

> trembling, I took the l clothes with me in a gym bag, and once I got

into

> the choir room I changed into them. I was scared shitless, not only

of the

> boys, but also of getting in serious trouble with the school

administration..

> If any teacher saw me dressed like this, they would call the cops.

> Fortunately, Swing choir met during an activity period and I

was

> pretty much left alone.

> A few minutes before the period started, Jake and two of his

buddies from

> the choir came in.

> "Morning Mr. Cunt!" Jake said, and I almost fainted.

> "Morning Mr. Cunt!" the two other boys said, big smiles on their

teenage

> boy faces. High school boys are of a certain special breed neither

men nor

> boys, fresh faced with bodies not yet fully formed. Yet arrogant and

wild

> and animalistic in some ways, bursting with sexual need all the

time. Just

> the way these three very cute boys hopped about and punched each

other and

> laughed, showed they could hardly contain their sexual energy.

> "Please don't call me that., " I said, trying to keep some of my

dignity

> in my stupid rehearsal clothes.

> "Oh no, you don't," Jake said with a laugh. "I knew you would

fuck

rt Four

>

>

> I was so fucked out by Jake's appearance at my home, so

humiliated, and

> degraded, and turned on lie some kind of fucking animal, I don't

even

> remember half of what he told me. I did remember that I had to

appear in

> front of the swing choir in cut off shorts and a tank top. I knew I

couldnÆt

> get out of it, because I had a sneaking hunch, young Jake would

love nothing

> better than to send me to prison. Think of the laughs. With fear and

> trembling, I took the l clothes with me in a gym bag, and once I got

into

> the choir room I changed into them. I was scared shitless, not only

of the

> boys, but also of getting in serious trouble with the school

administration..

> If any teacher saw me dressed like this, they would call the cops.

> Fortunately, Swing choir met during an activity period and I

was

> pretty much left alone.

> A few minutes before the period started, Jake and two of his

buddies from

> the choir came in.

> "Morning Mr. Cunt!" Jake said, and I almost fainted.

> "Morning Mr. Cunt!" the two other boys said, big smiles on their

teenage

> boy faces. High school boys are of a certain special breed neither

men nor

> boys, fresh faced with bodies not yet fully formed. Yet arrogant and

wild

> and animalistic in some ways, bursting with sexual need all the

time. Just

> the way these three very cute boys hopped about and punched each

other and

> laughed, showed they could hardly contain their sexual energy.

> "Please don't call me that., " I said, trying to keep some of my

dignity

> in my stupid rehearsal clothes.

> "Oh no, you don't," Jake said with a laugh. "I knew you would

fuck

> up big time. Your clothes are all wrong. How the fuck can you teach

in

> something so uncomfortable? Come here Mr.Cunt......NOW!"

> I walked over to the young teen with legs like water. Why the fuck

did he

> have this stupid fucking hold on me? He was more handsome than

ever. His

> hair was a mess, and it gave him a wild look. He had on a tight tee

shirt,

> and his pecs pushed at it. I cold see the tips of his nipples.

> He produced a knife and proceeded to cut my already high cut off

jeans

> until they were absolutely obscene. The crotch was so narrow if I

moved

> wrong one ball or the other hung out. I if the dick didnÆt rest

absolutely

> perpendicular, it too would hang out one side or the other. All there

was

> was a thin strip of material coming up from between my legs to the

waist

> band. In the rear, he cut them way up above my ass cheeks. My

globes hung

> out and wobbled as I walked. The only cloth ran in a thin strip up

my crack

> and worked itÆ way into it. Then, he cut two round holes in my tank

top so

> my nipples would show and then cut the bottom off so my entire

stomach was

> naked. Then he cut the waist band button on the jeans off so they

would

> hardly stay closed. Then he ordered me to take off my shoes and

socks.

> That's the way I had to teach the class. And this time there were

girls and

> boys.

> The girls tried not to laugh. They giggled and snickered with each

other,

> but tried not to fall apart. The boys didn't even try to hold back.

They

> roared and pointed and started to call me faggot to each other n ver

loud

> voices. I wanted to cry. I tried to teach a good class, but I felt so

> stupid, and I had to keep holding my cut offs together.

> Three times during the class, Jake raised his hand ever so politely

in

> something so uncomfortable? Come here Mr.Cunt......NOW!"

> I walked over to the young teen with legs like water. Why the fuck

did he

> have this stupid fucking hold on me? He was more handsome than

ever. His

> hair was a mess, and it gave him a wild look. He had on a tight tee

shirt,

> and his pecs pushed at it. I cold see the tips of his nipples.

> He produced a knife and proceeded to cut my already high cut off

jeans

> until they were absolutely obscene. The crotch was so narrow if I

moved

> wrong one ball or the other hung out. I if the dick didnÆt rest

absolutely

> perpendicular, it too would hang out one side or the other. All there

was

> was a thin strip of material coming up from between my legs to the

waist

> band. In the rear, he cut them way up above my ass cheeks. My

globes hung

> out and wobbled as I walked. The only cloth ran in a thin strip up

my crack

> and worked itÆ way into it. Then, he cut two round holes in my tank

top so

> my nipples would show and then cut the bottom off so my entire

stomach was

> naked. Then he cut the waist band button on the jeans off so they

would

> hardly stay closed. Then he ordered me to take off my shoes and

socks.

> That's the way I had to teach the class. And this time there were

girls and

> boys.

> The girls tried not to laugh. They giggled and snickered with each

other,

> but tried not to fall apart. The boys didn't even try to hold back.

They

> roared and pointed and started to call me faggot to each other n ver

loud

> voices. I wanted to cry. I tried to teach a good class, but I felt so

> stupid, and I had to keep holding my cut offs together.

> Three times during the class, Jake raised his hand ever so politely

and

> said, "Excuse me Mr. C....but your balls are hanging out." They

were too.

> Every girl and boy in the choir could see my scrotum. I even heard

some of

> the girls comparing my balls to the sacks of their boyfriends. And

twice, my

> dick fell out and the whole class broke up in laughter. For a few of

the

> younger girls, it was the first time they ever saw a dick, but Jake

assured

> them that if they played their cards right, they could do more than

just see

> his. I realized that to him, all girls were nothing more than just fuck

> holes. And all faggots were probably that too, if not less. It was

one of

> the longest hours of my life. Finally the bell rang and most of the

kids

> left. I turned to see Jake standing with three of his buddies, holding

my

> gym bag and stuffing my clothing inside.

> "I'll take that please." I said, reaching out for the bag.

> "You know Mr. Cunt, I don't like your attitude. You are far too

arrogant

> and you donÆt show us any respect. I think you need to be taught a

lesson."

> "Please, Jake, wasn't this enough?"

> He pouted with his cute young punky teen lips and squinted his

sparkling

> eyes at me. He ran a hand through his hair and thought and

thought. "Ugh

> ugh, I don't think it is enough. You donÆt respect me. Here, this is

my

> stinking dirty smelly ball sweat soaked jock strap from gym that I

have not

> washed in a month. Suck on it."

> "Not in front of your friends, Jake...I...."

> "My friends know all about what a complete fuckhole faggot you

are. Now

> Do it!"

> I put the wet stinking jock strap to my mouth and began to suck

on the

> cockpouch. It did stink like his cock and balls, and it tasted like his

> dick. I started to get hard. I fucking can't help it. I know what you

> said, "Excuse me Mr. C....but your balls are hanging out." They

were too.

> Every girl and boy in the choir could see my scrotum. I even heard

some of

> the girls comparing my balls to the sacks of their boyfriends. And

twice, my

> dick fell out and the whole class broke up in laughter. For a few of

the

> younger girls, it was the first time they ever saw a dick, but Jake

assured

> them that if they played their cards right, they could do more than

just see

> his. I realized that to him, all girls were nothing more than just fuck

> holes. And all faggots were probably that too, if not less. It was

one of

> the longest hours of my life. Finally the bell rang and most of the

kids

> left. I turned to see Jake standing with three of his buddies, holding

my

> gym bag and stuffing my clothing inside.

> "I'll take that please." I said, reaching out for the bag.

> "You know Mr. Cunt, I don't like your attitude. You are far too

arrogant

> and you donÆt show us any respect. I think you need to be taught a

lesson."

> "Please, Jake, wasn't this enough?"

> He pouted with his cute young punky teen lips and squinted his

sparkling

> eyes at me. He ran a hand through his hair and thought and

thought. "Ugh

> ugh, I don't think it is enough. You donÆt respect me. Here, this is

my

> stinking dirty smelly ball sweat soaked jock strap from gym that I

have not

> washed in a month. Suck on it."

> "Not in front of your friends, Jake...I...."

> "My friends know all about what a complete fuckhole faggot you

are. Now

> Do it!"

> I put the wet stinking jock strap to my mouth and began to suck

on the

> cockpouch. It did stink like his cock and balls, and it tasted like his

> dick. I started to get hard. I fucking can't help it. I know what you

must

> think of me. He just has that effect on me.

> "Shove more of that prick pouch into your mouth and suck real

hard...suck

> all the ball sweat out. ThereÆs nut sweat for a month, some piss,

and some

> dick leakage. You love the taste of my sweaty dick don't you?"

> think of me. He just has that effect on me.

> "Shove more of that prick pouch into your mouth and suck real

hard...suck

> all the ball sweat out. ThereÆs nut sweat for a month, some piss,

and some

> dick leakage. You love the taste of my sweaty dick don't you?"

Jake hooked

> his thumbs into the pockets of his pants and laughed. His buddies

laughed

> too.

> "ThatÆs the most disgusting thing I ever saw. Shit, the faggot is

> actually sucking on Jake's dirty jockstrap like it was the most

delicious

> thing in the world. HeÆs sucking out piss and pre-fuck and scrotum

stink."

> "And look, his faggot prick is getting hard." I couldn't hide it with

> those shorts. It stuck right out through the skimpy crotch area. My

fucking

> hard on, all red and throbbing because I was sucking on this cruel

teenage

> boy's filthy fuckmeat strap. The pouch area was actually stiff with

cock

> leak and piss.

> "That's not his cock, fellas, " Jake said with that killer smile of

his..

> "That's her clit! That's your clit, isn't it, Miss Cunt? Tell my buddies

> it's your clit."

> "Thaaath my clit...." I said sucking on the jock strap, spit

dripping

> from my chin, hanging in strings mixed with spooge leak. If only

these boys

> weren't so fucking cute, but they were gorgeous, healthy, muscular,

lean

> limbed teenage boys. One with a small spray of boy freckles over his

pug

> nose and ginger colored hair. Another with a finely chiseled blond

head and

> face and piercing blue eyes. He kept tugging at the lump in his

jeans.

> Straight boys. Boys who fucked girls. Boys who hated fags.

> "Look how hard her clit is, " Jake reached out and snapped my

> dickhead with his fingers. I started to cry from humiliation, and

they

> laughed harder than ever. "We'd love to play like this all day, Miss

Cunt,

> but we have other classes to attend. ItÆs time for you to go home. I

want

> to use your car later, to pick up my fuck date. And remember, I

don't want

> you around your apartment until midnight. You can go to the mall or

to the

> park. Here is money for the bus."

> I hung my head and sniffed back a tear. If only my fucking

dick

> would go down. I reached out for my bag, but he pulled it away.

"We'd love to play like this all day, Miss

Cunt,

> but we have other classes to attend. ItÆs time for you to go home. I

want

> to use your car later, to pick up my fuck date. And remember, I

don't want

> you around your apartment until midnight. You can go to the mall or

to the

> park. Here is money for the bus."

> I hung my head and sniffed back a tear. If only my fucking

dick

> would go down. I reached out for my bag, but he pulled it away.

> "Ugh ugh! You are going out...dressed like that."

> I blew my stack then. I finally lost it. Humiliation overcame

lust.

> "Give me my fucking bag! You can't expect me to wander around

the city

> until midnight dressed like this. It's thirty degrees outside. Its

fucking

> winter! How can I walk around with no shoes and socks...no

pants...this is

> fucking crazy......"

> He brought up his knee and caught me right in the nuts. I

crumpled

> to the floor in horrible pain. "You will go however we say you will

go. You

> will do whatever we fucking say you will do!" He spit on my face.

His

> buddies coughed up hawkers and spit on my face too. Teenage boy

spit does

> not smell good, but it fucking turned me on. Christ I don't know

why. "Drag

> the cunthole into the bathroom," Jake said and walked ahead. My

eyes were

> rooted to his wonderful ass. His globes rose and fell in his tight

trousers..

> They dragged me into the bathroom at the rear of the choir

room.

> There, Jake hauled out his gorgeous teen boy dick and pissed all

over me.

> On my tank top, on my body, on my face! His piss smelled strong

and was dark

> yellow, as if he had eaten asparagus for lunch. "Because you can't

seem to

> learn to behave, now you will have to wander around dressed like

that and

> stinking of piss. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.ö

> The other boys pissed on me too. They hauled out their dicks, one

more

> beautiful than the next, healthy rosy teen cocks, and they let loose

with

> sprays of piss from their teenage pissholes. I curled up in a little

ball

> and sobbed.

> "Oh shit, he fucking gave me a boner," Jake moaned. "Haul her

> facecunt up here will you?" The other guys didn't like touching me

covered

> with piss, but the did want to continue being a part of Jake's games,

so

> they complied, holding me up by my piss dripping armpits. Jake

yanked on my

> pisssoaked hair. "Open that fucking cunt,, Bitch!"

> I opened my mouth and Jake stuck his big thick dick in and rammed

it down

> into my throat. I was so out of it, I couldn't even really enjoy the

smell

> and taste of his prick.

> "From now on you do exactly as we say, no arguments, no

talking back.

> And you do it instantly. Got that Cumwad?" I tried to answer with

his huge

> teen dick stretching my throat. I also tried to breath. His big loose

balls

> slammed against my chin, my face was rammed into his pubic bush.

that and

> stinking of piss. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.ö

> The other boys pissed on me too. They hauled out their dicks, one

more

> beautiful than the next, healthy rosy teen cocks, and they let loose

with

> sprays of piss from their teenage pissholes. I curled up in a little

ball

> and sobbed.

> "Oh shit, he fucking gave me a boner," Jake moaned. "Haul her

> facecunt up here will you?" The other guys didn't like touching me

covered

> with piss, but the did want to continue being a part of Jake's games,

so

> they complied, holding me up by my piss dripping armpits. Jake

yanked on my

> pisssoaked hair. "Open that fucking cunt,, Bitch!"

> I opened my mouth and Jake stuck his big thick dick in and rammed

it down

> into my throat. I was so out of it, I couldn't even really enjoy the

smell

> and taste of his prick.

> "From now on you do exactly as we say, no arguments, no

talking back.

> And you do it instantly. Got that Cumwad?" I tried to answer with

his huge

> teen dick stretching my throat. I also tried to breath. His big loose

balls

> slammed against my chin, my face was rammed into his pubic bush.

I was

> nothing but a fucking dick drain to a teenage boy. No more than his

cumrag

> under the mattress. "Oh fuck it, I'm going to be late for fucking

math

> class." he said, as he shot a huge load of gloppy cock cream down

my throat..

> I don't know how he produced so fucking much cum.

> "I don't want the scumbag grabbing a choir robe or anything, so

throw her

> out the back firedoor. And Mr. or Miss Cunt, make sure you are

walking

> around Mayfair Mall at four o'clock. Some of us are going to stop by

to make

> sure you have not covered up your pretty clit and pussy. Not that

you could

> with those shorts." The boys roared and spit in my piss stinking face

again..

> They threw me outside into the cold late morning air and tossed

some bus

> fare change after me. I was barefoot, with my ass hanging out of

my cut

> offs. In front, if I moved wrong one nut or the other slipped out, and

my

> dickhead would flop out if I wasn't careful how I walked. My naked

nipples

> grew pebble hard. It was fucking freezing. I was walking the two

blocks to

> the bus stop, wishing I were dead, when a car pulled up with three

black

> boys in it.

> "Hey Pussy, want a ride?" One of the them said through the

rolled down

> window, a big white toothed smile on his handsome dark face.

> "No thank you, I'm fine," I said trying not to look at them.

> "If you know what's good for you and you wanna keep them balls,

you will

> get in this fucking car now!"

> I got in the car.

pussy. Not that

you could

> with those shorts." The boys roared and spit in my piss stinking face

again..

> They threw me outside into the cold late morning air and tossed

some bus

> fare change after me. I was barefoot, with my ass hanging out of

my cut

> offs. In front, if I moved wrong one nut or the other slipped out, and

my

> dickhead would flop out if I wasn't careful how I walked. My naked

nipples

> grew pebble hard. It was fucking freezing. I was walking the two

blocks to

> the bus stop, wishing I were dead, when a car pulled up with three

black

> boys in it.

> "Hey Pussy, want a ride?" One of the them said through the

rolled down

> window, a big white toothed smile on his handsome dark face.

> "No thank you, I'm fine," I said trying not to look at them.

> "If you know what's good for you and you wanna keep them balls,

you will

> get in this fucking car now!"

> I got in the car.

The car smelled stuffy and sweaty, like black boys

themselves. I was scared

out of my mind. They shoved me in the back seat between two

nigger teens.

There were three of them in all. I use the term nigger

here, so that you

will fully understand the type of African American boys

they were. Not nice

neat, black youths, but hoody type street niggers. They

were dark skinned

with strong muscular bodies, even though they all wore

sweatshirts, and I

could not see them, I could feel their strength.

"What choo doin' out here in de cold dress like dat,

faggot? Yo gonna

catch cold and den yo won't be able to suck dick!" The

cute boy driving

said. He seemed to be the leader. I would guess their ages

to be around

sixteen and seventeen.

"No, I am not a faggot. It's a mistake."

"Yo sure look like a fucking faggot!" The boy next to

me said and he

pulled on one of my nipples.

"No, it was a joke. A bad joke that some boys at the

high school played

on me. It's all a big mistake and a joke. I just want to

get home."

"Yo dick and balls is hanging out of yo cut off pants.

Dat sure spells

faggot to me. Hey, faggot, you like to suck black dick?"

Did I like to suck black dick? I had never sucked a

black dick, but like

most homosexuals, I had dreamed about it. All my life I had

heard about how

black boys are hung.

"No, I don't do that kind of thing. I told you I am no

faggot." A boy on

either side of me was rubbing one of my nipples each and

rubbing their other

hands up and down my naked legsn my naked legs.

"Yo sure respondin' like a fucking faggot. Yo little

white boy dick is

getting' all hard. Shit, you should see dis back here,

Tyrone. Dis little

white dick is so small, it's mo like a cunt's clit den a

dick."

"Please guys, I haven't done anything to you. Let me

go."

The boy on my left smiled a big white toothed handsome

smile. "Yo

haven't done anything to us yet, but yo gonna...you gonna

do us real good,

faggot. We all gonna have a real nice time.

I was almost out of my mind. How could my day and my

whole life get any

worse. And all because of my stupid infatuation with Jake.

The nigger teens were playing pretty heavily with my tits

now. They were

plucking them and twisting them, and of course my dick was

really hard by

now.

"Oh yo likes dat, don't choo honey? Here open yo mouth.

I got sometin'

special for yo!"

He grabbed me by the hair and held my head back. What

could I do? I

opened my mouth. He hawked a huge gob of spit and snot into

my mouth. The

other guys in the car cracked up laughing.

"Now make sho' you tastes dat before yo swallow!"

The thick mixture of nigger teen spit and snot coursed

its way down my

throat. I thought I might puke.

He held his handsome black face over me. His nose was

wide like that of a

gorilla with huge nostrils. "Faggot, I gots a cold. Yo

help me out like a

good fucking faggot. Lick out my nostrils, will you?"

He flexed his nose so his nostrils opened up..huge...I

could see the snot

and boogers inside.

" What? You want me to...what?" I struggled but the boy

on the other

side grabbed my balls and squeezed.

"Yo heard me. Stick da tip of yo tongue up in my nose

and clean me out."

The other guys in the car roared at the fucking sick

idea of my "new

friend." Dear God, believe me, I didn't want to do it. I

know you think I

am a pervert who lusts after boys and will willingly do the

most degrading

things. But that was with Jake. Believe me when I say I

didn't feel the same

about these black skinned animals. But what could I do?

The grip on my nuts

tightened until I had tears in my eyes. I made my tongue as

pointy as I

could and I thrust the tip up inside the nostril of the

black thug. He did

have a cold...his nose started to run into my mouth. I felt

crusty boogers

coat the tip of my tongue. I could not get it in very far.

He changed

tactics. He held my jaw open and blew his nose into my

mouth. It was the

sickest thing that had ever happened to me. I gagged and my

puke rose up in

my throat. He clamped a hand over my mouth and ordered me

to swallow. I

swallowed his snot and my puke.

"We has arrived!" The black boy driving shouted, and for

a moment

festivities stopped.

It turned out to be a kind of club house or something

for their black

street gang. It smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in It smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in a

year, but no worse

than they smelled. These black dudes had not washed in

about a week. I

almost puked again, just from the stink, and it was ironic

that they

commented on how I smelled of piss. The first thing they

did was strip me of

the little clothing I had. Now I was totally naked standing

in the middle of

a negro street gang clubhouse with fully dressed black

thugs surrounding me.

The walls were filled with photos of naked girls both black

and white.

Well, there were six or seven of them wandering in and out

of the clubhouse,

and they immediately got me on my naked knees and set me to

sucking some

huge drooling uncut black meat. The head cheese was enough

for a

Thanksgiving meal...I could scoop it up with my tongue and

they forced me

to.Any time I started to vomit, they clamped a hand over my

mouth and

ordered me to swallow. As if an order can control one's

bile. They made

some phone calls on cell phones, and more black dudes

arrived...all in their

late teens. I begged them to let me go, between big thick

black cock being

shoved down my throat. These boys didn't really know what

a blow job

was..they just grabbed my ears for handles and fucked my

face like it was

some two bit sewer hole, which is what I had become, I

guess.The taste of

the huge fat black fuckers varied from pissy, to sweaty, to

cheesy, to

delicious. I have to admit, some of that nigger teen dick

was very good, and

I got a hard on. They laughed and fucked my face until

their balls slapped

my chin and their fuckmeat was choking me, forcing my

throat to expand. I

protested when I could breath that they were rupturing my

throat and that I

could give them a much better suck job if they were gentle

with me. They

just laughed big white toothed laughs and told me not to

worry..that they

would fuck a big enough hole in my throat to take any

dick.

Their fucking huge black pricks drooled so much cock

snot however, that

it made the throat fucks a bit easier to take. My God,

these boys leaked.

Their pricks bubbled with fuck slime constantly, drooling

it onto the floor

and onto my body. It hung in long strings from their hard

prickhead

pissholes, as they strutted around the room, bouncing on

their big black

feet, anxious for their turn to ram dick down the white

dude's pussymouth.

More guys came and went. I must have sucked off sixteen or

seventeen guys.My

jaw ached and my lips grew numb. My tongue was swollen, but

still they did

not stop. Their fleshy black scrotums bounced against my

chin, and several

of the boys had dried chunks of cum clotted in their wiry

prick hair, left

over from some previous fuck.It seemed that these boys

fucked several times

a day and never cleaned themselves.I thought about how

their girlfriends

must feel. They were obviously nothing more than dick

ditches for the thugs.

I was getting an education these last few days on how many

teenage boys live

only by and for their big dicks. Had it been that way whey when

I was there age,

and had I just been too naïve to realize it. Or was this a

new kind of

teenage boy...one who lived totally for FUCK?

Finally I lay on the hard cold, scum covered floor,

coughing up cum, my

stomach bloated with loads of fuck I had been forced to

swallow, crying from

the burning pain in my throat. I was unable to speak above

a whisper as my

throat had been fucked hoarse. My lips were cracked,

swollen and coated

with niggercum. I had never been prejudiced in my life,

but that's how I

thought of it at that moment...nigger cum...not the sperm

of healthy

American black boys or African American spooge. No, I

thought of them as the

lowest, meanest, most dangerous kind of niggers, and their

slop was nigger

cum. They high-fived each other and talked of basketball,

drugs, cunt, and

what a fine mouthpussy I was. But now that they had

skimmed the cream off,

it was time to play more seriously. Time to fuck the

faggot.

Of course I begged. Of course I cried. Would you want

fifteen or sixteen

dicks ranging anywhere from seven inches to over a foot

long up your

asshole? Besides, I was saving my ass for Jake. Oh I know,

you think I am a

totally loser. How could I still feel that way about Jake,

after all he had

done to me? And now, because of him, I was to be ass

ruptured by grotesque

nigger teen boy dick. I knew I would end up in the

hospital. Then, when I

knew it was useless because they were already jerking their

big black pricks

to erection and jumping around so the fat black fuckers

bounced and drooled

again, I begged them to at least use condoms, but that was

met with a

hearty round of laughter. One of the black dudes dug

around in the garbage

for a minute and produced a dirty yellowed stretched out

condom, that he

announced he had worn when he fucked his bitch last night.

He told me since

I wanted rubbers so bad, I could just suck that one out.

They made me take the stretched out dickbag in my mouth

and suck it until

the dried cum became liquidy. Then they forced me to lick

and suck and chew

the rubber until it was clean. I gagged something

terrible, but I had other

things on my mind. While I did this, they had me kneel on

hands and knees,

and one of the black dudes started to work a monkey wrench

up my asshole "to

loosen dis bitch up for some prime black dick." as he said.

They were upset

that my faggot dick wasn't hard with respect for their

beautiful black

bodies, so they forced me to jerk on my own dick prick

until I had a

hardon.It had gone down from fear and pain. What the fuck

did they expect?

What a sight I made, bare assed on my hands and knees,

sucking on a used

rubber and jerking on my prick while a black teenager

fucked my asshole with

a monkey wrench. Speaking of monkey wrench's, I honestly

don't know how

these boys carried that kind of fuck equipment around with

them all day. I

mean, their balls were so big and hung so low and loose in

the fucksack,

that they did literally swing with every step they took. No

wonder these

boys needed to fuck all the time...they were half

animal.More than half!

When I was opened up to their satisfaction, they started

to fuck me.

They fucked me in every position. on hands and knees, on my

back like a

cheap whore with my legs up and spread, standing bent over,

kneeling on a

chair. You name it. The more I sobbed, the more they

laughed and the harder

they fucked me. It felt like their big teenage peckers

were ripping open

my asshole and dragging my intestines out. I must have gone

into shock.

Otherwise I don't know how I could have survived.Even in

remembering, the

pain is indescribable. Sometimes at night, my body

remembers, and the pain

of those first fucks returns.I guess you never forget the

first times,

especially if they are huge monstrous black teen dicks that

are fucking your

rectum open. They plowed balls deep, their fucksacks

slapping my body, then

they pulled out until just their prick heads were imbedded

in my twat, then

they rammed back in again full force, sometimes grinding

and twisting for a

more painful fuck. Three times I passed out and was

slapped back awake by

some black dude thwacking his hard dick across my face.

For five hours I was fucked I don't know how many

times. I know my ass

was bleeding, and my nose was bleeding too from being

slapped with so much

dick. Some boys who had already shot a load of blacksperm

up my twat came

around and face fucked me for thirds, so I was forced to

taste my own

assslime which was now diluted with blood and loads of cum.

It was all

because of Jake that I had ended up in this position. All

Jake's fault.

For the last two hours, I was double fucked, ass and mouth

at the same time.

Finally I lay on the floor in a pool of cum and blood and

dick and ass

slop. Cum ran from my mouth and nose and bubbled from my

asshole. The black

boy who seemed to be the leader of the gang ordered them to

throw me out

into the gutter.

"Please...please...not like this. At least drive me

home. I have to get

home. I promise I won't ever tell a soul...just please for

the love of God

take me home...you boys are Christian, aren't you...please

take me home..."

I was hysterical and really out of it, but I knew I somehow

had to get

safely home.

"Sho nuff..we drive you right up to your front

door...for oh, lets

say...two hundred dollars."

Two hundred dollars? I had no money..Jake had taken

all my

money...cleaned out my account. I was a pauper. I

was destitute..little

more than a beggar, a bag person, a fucked out fucked up

street person.

"Please, I don't have any money. Maybe I can borrow

some. Give me some

time...I don't know. Please, you've had your fun, now hav Please, you've had your fun, now have

a little mercy

on me, and take me home." Cum dripped from my hair into my

eyes and I tried

to wipe it out, but my hands were coated with dickslop as

well. My asshole

was ripped open. I felt I needed a doctor, but I could

take care of that

later. First I just wanted the peace and quiet of my

apartment. I struggled

to my knees, clasped my hand together in sperm soggy

prayer. "Please."

The cute black teen smiled. "Well if you got no

money...what can

you give us if we drive you home?"

"I don't know. I don't know. Come in my apartment and

take some

furniture, that would be fine. Some nice furniture for your

clubhouse here."

The room had grown very quiet. The boys stood or sat

around

bare assed, fingering their lanky hoses or scratching their

big fat

balls.They were like monkeys. I hate to say it, but they

were. The room

smelled of fuck. I was in a fuckhouse of black teenage

boys. The boys knew

their leader was up to something, some new prank. He

wasn't their gang

leader for nothing. This boy was smart. He had a sense of

humor.

"Na, we got all da furniture we need. I tells you

what. We drive you

home if you has lunch wit us. How's dat. Yo eats lunch wit

us, and we

drives you home." I was confused. This handsome muscula you home." I was confused. This handsome muscular

animalistic street

punk whose speech showed that he had never gotten beyond

sixth grade, if

that, was asking me to have lunch with them. My confusion

was cleared up in

the most grotesque fashion.

The bare assed naked, well built, nineteen year old

black boy squatted,

big bare feet pointing outward, fat leathery scrotum

hanging down until it

scrapped the ground. He smiled at me, farted and took a

shit on the floor.

Three huge dark shit logs squeezed their way from between

his muscular

asscheeks and plopped down in a not so little pile. I

stared dumbfounded.

He stood, then grabbed some newspaper and wiped his

asshole...right in front

of his black brothers who hooted and applauded and

cheered. He tossed the

dirty paper into the trash and then turned to me.

"We drive you home and get you safely in your

apartment, if you eat dat

pile of my shit!"

I must have knelt there without moving for a year.

One of the guys

actually came over and kicked me in the gut with his bare

toes to see if I

was still alive. "I...I...can't do that." I finally

managed to whisper.

"Den out onto da street wit you like dat and good luck

because dis is

one mutherfucking dangerous hood. "

"Eh..no..no..wait a minute. There must be something

else I can

do..something else. I'll suck you all again. Wouldn't you

like that? Some of

you have hard dicks.I'll suck you all again."

"We gotta save sometin' for our bitches..dey be jealous

hos and we don't

dare deprive dem of our big fat dicks."

The leader stood there, proud and handsome, his hands

resting naturally

on his slim hips, his big black cock half hard, a tiny bit

of pre fuck

oozing from the pisshole."Yo best be a good white boy and

eat my shit. It

will all be over soon, and yo can go home. Now, crawl on

over, and no using

your hands. You just put your white faggot face down dere

into dat nice

fresh pile of niggershit and you chow down."

How low can a human being sink? Is there no depth to

which he cannot be

made to crawl? I'd read about Jews in the Concentration

Camps doing sick

depraved acts to live one more day. I know now that I must

have always been

naturally submissive. It took Jake to bring it out in me.

Jake! That

clean-cut cute as hell all American high school boy with a

sadistic streak

as big as the Nazi Party.

After a while, I crawled over, knelt over the stinking

pile of human

waste, put my face down, and started to eat shit. It seems

so easy to write

about, but it was the changing point in my whole life. It

broke me. That

moment broke me. After that, anyone who wanted to could

push me around,

force me to do practically anything...and did. The smell

of shit is worse

than the taste, for those of you who have never done this

sort of thing. I

know this kind of thing turns a lot of you otherwise

healthy masochistic

readers off. You loved reading about my humiliation abuse

and torture. It

got your dicks hard, but this...this is too much for you.

This turns you

off...please don't go there. Well, I wish it were that

easy, but this is

what happened to me, and I would give anything if it had

not happened too.

I took the turd of a nineteen year old black boy in my

mouth and chewed

it and swallowed. I ran...or stumbled to the trash and

puked. The black

boy said it seemed disrespectful of me to puke up his nice

shitlog, so while

I ate the rest, I had to masturbate my dick to show how

much I liked it.

So I knelt there, jerking on my dick like a madman

while I ate the pile

of shit. It tasted kind of chalky and burnt. It got all

over my lips and

tongue and up into my gums, and when I swallowed it clogged

my throat and

didn't want to go down.

"Now yo learning proper respect for da black man."

Oh yes. I learned proper respect for the black man.

For any man. Any

man at all was better than me. I had become a fucked out

shit eating

faggot.

They drove me home. Me in the trunk, cause of my

stink. Honorable boys

that they were, they threw a blanket over my shoulders

while they helped me

break into my apartment. Jake was not there. My car was not

there. It was a

blessing. What if he had been fucking some girl when I got

there naked and

shit covered and with black thugs? I almost wish he had

been there, because

I have loved the black boys to teach him a lesson as well.

They would have

fucked the girl for sure and maybe Jake too! HA. REVENGE.

But it was not to

be. They did take two armchairs after all.They slapped me

some and left.

I threw myself into the shower and fell asleep with the

water running warm

over my battered body. My tears mingled with the water, and

I fell into a

deep slumber. And that's how Jake found me when he

brought over his

fuckdate that night. And believe me. He was one unhappy

boy. You don't

ever ever want to piss Jake off!

I fell asleep with the shower running. My body hurt so

badly I just could

not move, and my head felt like it would explode. I had to

do something with

my life. I had to get out of this mess that Jake got me

into. I had to

regain some dignity somehow! I truly felt I had reached

the lowest point

that a human could sink to. But I didn't know Jake and

where he could take

me.

I woke up and turned off the water which had gone cold.

Then I just sat

there in the tub, leaning against the wall and fell asleep

once more. I

don't know for how long. I woke with the shower once again

dousing me with

water...or so I thought. But when I opened my eyes, it was

to see a totally

naked Jake with his huge dick hanging over me, pissing

right in my face.

Imagine waking up to see the man, or boy of your

dreams...the one person in

the world against whom you had no defense, standing there,

one big naked

foot up on the tub rib, his fat cock and huge swinging

balls hanging there

over your face, a huge gush of piss shooting out of the pee

hole and

stinging you in the eyes, and clogging our nose, and

blasting against your

lips. HE WAS A FUCKING KID, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. HOW COULD HE

DO THIS TO ME?

"You fucking piece of shit, I guess you don't want to

keep your balls,

do you? I told you three times, did I not, that I was

bringing cunt over

here to fuck, and you were to be no where in sight? So what

the fuck do I

find? A fucking faggot in the bathtub! I am going to

fucking kill you!"

He stepped over the rim of the tub right onto my dick

and balls, and

pressed hard with his naked foot. His thick dick kept

pissing onto my face.

"The bitch is in the other room. Do you want to scare

the shit out of

her. She's only fourteen for Christ's sake. You really got

some

mutherfucking nerve to cross me, Asswipe?" As he said this,

his foot pushed

into my scrotum, sending waves of pain through my body.

"Jake, It's not my fault. Honest," I blubbered, unable as

usual to stand

up to the high school kid. "I was grabbed by these black

guys and they raped

me and used me and beat me up!"

He laughed. As he laughed, his big nuts danced. "A

perfect afternoon for a

fucking faggot! You ought to thank me. THANK ME FAGGOT!"

"Thank...thank you, Jake." I grunted as his toes curled

and dug into my

nutsack. Just seeing him naked standing there over me like

some kind of God,

sent me spiraling downward into his total control.

I heard a delicate young voice from my living room

call, "Jake?"

"Just a minute, Bitch!" Jake growled. "You stay here,

and shut the fuck

up until I tell you to come out. Then you come out,

crawling...you hear me?"

"Jake, first of all, I'm sick. I really am sick. I may

need a doctor. I

was really hurt by those thugs. Second, I am not coming out

in front of some

fourteen year old girl! You could go to jail for nailing a

kid that young!"

He laughed then and shook his dick so the last piss drop

fell onto my

chest. "Did you ever fuck fourteen year old cunt? It is

so sweet. So tight

and juicy. Only thing better is thirteen year old cunt. And

as for you, you

have already pissed me off, as you can tell from the piss

covering your face

and dripping from your chin. Now don't make me any more

angry. If and when I

call you, you come crawling. And when you crawl, make sure

to arch your back

so your ass is high and your balls are swinging."

I sat in the tub, washing the piss off my face and

body, the urine mixed

with my tears. My mind was in a state of total confusion.

As I sat there, I

listened to Jake in the other room, fucking the young girl.

I heard her

scream that his cock was too big, that it hurt. I heard him

laugh. I heard

him tell her to lick his balls. I heard him grunt as he

broke her cherry. It

all swam together into a confused pattern of sound that

made my dick hard as

rock. Oh, please, I know that is really sick. There I sat

with a fucking

hard dick, listening to a teenage boy fuck a little girl.

She sobbed, she

begged, and he just kept fucking her harder and harder. She

begged him to

wear a condom, and he just laughed.

Then I heard him call, "Mr. Cunt, get the fuck out

here!" That was me.

Mr. Cunt. That was the name he and his fellow high school

boys had chosen

for me." I found myself crawling painfully out of the tub

and on hands and

knees crossing the bathroom floor. Every move ached. I

reached up and

opened the door and crawled down the hall toward the bed

room. As I got near

to where Jake was nailing the young girl, I arched my back

and pushed my ass

up as high as I could I spread my legs so my balls would

swing as I

crawled. I felt disgusted with myself, yet unable to

resist. Besides, you

critics out there, what the fuck could I do? His father was

a cop, and Jake

had enough on me to ruin me for life.

He was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the

headboard, his legs

spread wide. His hair was a mess, and his young body

glistened with sweat.

His spent prick glistened with cum and cunt slime, and some

virgin blood.

The girl, a tiny little slip of a thing, was curled up in a

ball crying.

"Jake, what are you doing? I don't want anyone to see me

like this."

I could see her big eyes peering through her hands which

covered her face.

"He's not anyone. He is just a faggot. And he's going to

help you out.You

don't want to get pregnant, do you?"

Her face screwed up in agony. "Jake, you know I begged

you to use a

condom. Isn't it enough that you really hurt me? What if I

get pregnant. You

know my daddy is a minister, and he would kill me!"

My God, the poor young thing seemed even younger than

fourteen. Her

breasts were like tiny apples. Here body was smooth and

pale. She trembled

like a baby bird.

Jake stretched out and wiggled his toes and took a sip of

beer. "If you

don't want to get pregnant, then I am going to help you.

Actually the faggot

it. He is going to suck my cum out of your fucked pussy."

I think we both shouted "No" at the same time. Both of us

stared at Jake

in shock. She was terrified of a strange man touching her,

I was repulsed by

the thought of doing such a thing. I am gay after all. I

can't help it if

women's genitalia turn me off. I don't mean any offence,

it's just that I

love male tackle!

"Spread your legs, Bitch, and leg the faggot suck my

fuckscum out of your

bloody cunt, or every kid in school will know that you are

a lousy lay!"

There I was, an adult, kneeling naked on hands and knees.

"Jake, I can't

do this. I will get sick. Honest!"

He snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. "You love

my cum, and you

know it. It will be delicious...not get to it before she

starts making

babies in her womb!" he laughed at his own joke. I crawled

up onto the bed.

The little girl crawled away from me, a look of terror in

her eyes. Jake

reached over and with one big hand slapped her hard.

"I said, spread your legs, you fucking Twat!" She

obeyed and I saw her

bloody, raw, well fucked pussy oozing cum and cunt juice.

Why do young

girls put up with high school boys who treat them this way?

Why do they look

up to jocks who have no respect for females at all and

think of them as only

dumps drains for their big teenage dicks. The world is so

fucked up when it

comes to fucking. And I guess, my infatuation with Jake,

made me one of the

most fucked up of all. Why did I let him abuse me so?

"Get your face in there and start licking and sucking,

Mr. C. I shot a

huge load, so there is lot's for you to lap up!"

Twice I almost puked. I had to remind myself that it was

Jake's cum in

order to not vomit. Her cunt was soft and pink and really

fucked raw. I felt

sorry for her. It must have been a truly brutal fuck. She

had been a virgin.

I licked up blood and could taste her pussy in the slime.

Jaked sipped his

beer, watched and fondled the girls tiny tits. He pulled

her face over and

tongue kissed her and she started moaning not with pain or

fear, but

romantically. Was she a slave to his awesome power, as I

was?

"I love you, Jake. Do you love me?" She whispered.

"Of course I fucking love you. You're my new girlfriend

aren't you?" He

reached down with ond hand and pushed my face further into

her pussy. She

started to hump her cunt mound into my face. JAKE WAS

TURNING HER ON!

"I want to fuck you again, baby!" He moaned, licking

her face and

sticking his big tongue in her ear.

"Oh Jake, I'm so sore down there. It still hurts and

you are so big.

Can't we wait until tomorrow?"

"One thing, you gotta learn, if you are going to be my

girlfriend, is

that when I want a fuck, we fuck! Everything stops for

fucking. We could be

having dinner with your parents, and if I say, 'I wanna

fuck' we leave the

table and go to your room and I fuck you! Unless of course

you want me to

fuck you right on the table in front of your parents!"

And you know, I almost believe he was half serious!

"Look at this dick, bitch. When it gets hard like this,

it is your job to

take care of it." I stopped licking cunt long enough to

glance over at his

sex juice covered prick. It was rock hard again and

throbbing. I groaned

just looking at it, and my own smallish prick jerked and

stiffened.

"Jake, couldn't I just suck it tonight, while my pussy

heals?"

He took her face in one large hand. "I said I want to

fuck again, Bitch!

Now the faggot is getting you all lubed up! It won't hurt

so much this

time."

He lifted one strong muscular leg until his naked foot

was on my face and

he pushed me away from her cunt. He flipped his hot young

body over so he

was between her legs. He lifted her legs up to his

shoulders and arched his

back like an animal, his fat prick head at her pussy hole.

"Faggot, put my dick in her cunt!"

'Oh God, Jake, don't do this to her!" I pleaded, even as

my hand snaked

forward at the chance of actually touching his thick

teenage cock. My hand

closed around slick prick flesh. I positioned the cock knob

at the sore

entrance to her cunt. I worked the head of the dick into

the fourteen year

old pussy. She tensed and moaned in pain.

"Jake, it hurts. It's too big. Please, I am so sore!"

Then he laughed and slammed into her balls deep!

I could not believe the sound that emanated from her. It

was almost not

human. More like some wounded forest animal! Cunt juice,

Cum and my spit

spurted from the fucked pussy. It coated jake's balls and

dripped from them.

He pulled back until only the head was in her cunthole, and

then slammed

back in again. My eyes were drawn to the muscles of his

strong young ass

globes. What a magnificent, ruthless fucker he was.

"Faggot," he called, drawing me from my sexual reverie.

"Lick my balls

while I fuck her!"

I flipped over on my back and scooted my head between his

legs. His huge

scrotum swung with each fuck thrust. I stuck out my tongue

and licked the

cum and cunt sauce from his sack. Believe me, disgusting as

it sounds, if

you had been there, you would have done the same. His

scrotum was so fucking

beautiful. I licked the swinging nuts as he fucked in and

out of her

stretched pussy. She was gasping for air, and her body

jerked with each fuck

lunge. Sometimes his big sweaty balls slapped me in the

face. Other times, I

bathed them in my spit.

"Faggot, lick the shaft of my dick on the out strokes!"

I was down there between this teenage boy's legs as he

fucked a fourteen

year old girl. I had been licking his young jock balls, and

now I was going

to lick the actual fuck shaft as he plowed into her pussy.

The truth is, I

could have stayed down there forever. I wanted to live

there, between Jake's

legs. He pulled out until only the head was embedded in her

twat, and I

licked quickly up and down the cock shaft, scooping up cunt

slime and cock

drip and a bit of blood. The he fucked in again as hard as

he could, and I

pulled my face out of the way just in time. The two bodies

made a slapping

sound as they came together, and the girl grunted like a

pig. Then he pulled

back and I licked. I was out of my mind with lust. I forgot

about my own

body aches. I only wanted to please Jake. I wanted to be

his private dick

licker. Call me anything you want, you fuckers out there

reading this. If

you knew Jake, if you experienced him, you would

understand.

Then the cock head snapped free of the gaping pussy. The

girl sucked in

air. Long strings of cock slop stretched from the pick head

to the cuntlips.

'Lick it off!" Jake growled. I lovingly bathed the

cockhead with my tongue

I licked the piss lips and the pre cum bubbling from them.

I cleaned the

shaft of cuntslop. Jake's prick pulsed and I licked along

the blue veins.

The little girl moaned. She had no idea how lucky she was

to get Jake's

dick. Or maybe she did. Perhaps that was why the young

cunts allowed him to

wreck them like this. Maybe they knew how special he was.

"Now her asshole!" He said just as simply as that.

The girl screamed and struggled. He clapped one hand over

her mouth and

held her down with the other. "Get my dickhead into her

asshole!" he shouted

at me.

I was trembling. How could I assist with such an act? I

could go to

prison for aiding him in this terrible rape. His cock

would ruin her tiny

rectum for sure. I reached down and took the pulsing prick

and lined it up

with the girls little puckered rosebud. Then I gently

pushed the spongy

cock knob into the asshole.

"Oh no, God no, please!!!!" she wailed into his hand

which muffled the

sound.

"Get my dick head in there!" He shouted at me. I

pushed, but the

cockhead was to big and the rectum resisted.

"Get the head of my prick really wet!"

I slobbered spit onto his dickehad, helping the boy

accomplish his rape.

"Lick her asshole!"

Like a wild man, I turned my head and slobbered spit onto

the fourteen

year old asshole. Then I placed the cock head at the

pucker and pushed.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Oh Fuck Yeah!" He yelled as the prick

sank into the

asshole. His body slammed down into her. His ass mounds

arched up.

"Get back there and suck on my asshole!" He screamed at

me as he brutally

ass fucked the young girl.

His ass crack and hole were sweaty. I held the beautiful

ass cheeks in my

hands and plunged my face between them. I licked up and

down the crack and

then tongued the brown asshole itself. I was licking the

asshole of a

teenage boy. Not just any teenage boy. The boy of my

dreams! Licking the

asshole of the boy of my dreams. All the humiliation had

been worth it. I

would gladly at that moment have gone through it all again,

just to get to

this point. He was allowing me to lick his shitter! My

tongue probed his

rectum as he plowed the girl's. She has stopped struggling

and just lay

there like a fucked piece of meat. I could tell from his

grunting that he

was fucking her as hard as he absolutely could. He was

trying to hurt her on

purpose! His big toes dug into the cum and blood soaked

mattress as hard as

they could to give him fuck leverage. The sound of his

balls slapping

against her battered body filled my ears, mixed with the

sounds of my own

tongue slurping and lapping at his asshole. My dick lost it

and shot into

the air, an arc of cum, the slop landing on the soaked

sheets beneath us. I

jammed my tongue painfully deep into his rectum, determined

to give him the

best ass rim he had ever had. So good in fact, that he

would fall madly in

love with me! That was my twisted goal, so gone was I!

I know how much teenage boys love to get their asses

sucked. They almost

love it more than fucking. With my tongue up his hole, I

used my mouth to

suck at the asslips. He was getting ass probed and ass

sucked at the same

time.

'Oh, shit, that's it, faggot..that's fucking awesome!

Keep it up!"

I was pleasing Jake. I was actually pleasing him. Maybe

he could love me!

Maybe he would fall for me and feel bad that he had hurt

and humiliated me.

Maybe he would be my boyfriend and live me with forever!

YEAH, RIGHT!

He grunted and unloaded up the kid's ass. She was

chewing on the bed

sheet in pain or torment or shock, I don't know which. He

pulled out while

the last spurt of cum was still shooting from his prick and

rolled over,

knocking my face from his ass. He sank back on the bed

exhausted.

"Clean me up, Faggot!" he ordered in a whisper. Even he

was out of breath.

Was this to be my lot in life? That I would be Jake's

cleaner? That I

would clean his dick with my mouth after he fucked girls in

the cunt and

ass?

His dick was flaccid not, but still thick and long. It

was gorgeous. It

shone in the dim bedroom like a star, covered with ass

slime and cum.

Suddenly reality hit me like a hammer in the head. He

wanted me to lick the

ass juice of a young girl off his spent dick! Even if she

were clean, there

was probably some shit on there. What had I become?

"Clean me, I won't tell you again!"

What the fuck! I was already covered in cockslime and

cunt juice and

spit. I licked his foul smelling dick. I lovingly licked

the dick clean.

The girl was rolled in a little ball whimpering.

Jake turned to the poor girl. "Get dressed and get the

fuck out of here."

He said to her.

Her eyes grew wide. She could hardly move, her pussy

and asshole hurt

her so. "Aren't you going to drive me home?" She sounded

abut six.

"Naw, I got to punish the faggot for breaking my rules.

You can't let

faggots get away with that kind of shit. You gotta show

them you mean

business. You don't live far from here. You go on home

like a good little

cunt. It was a great date. Thank's for the fuck!"

"But will I see you tomorrow. Will we go out tomorrow

night?" She said,

easing herself up from the bed painfully.

"Ah, naw, tomorrow night I'm gonna play video games with

my buddies. I'll

call you."

She pouted and tears ran down her face. "But Jake, you

said you loved me,

and that you wanted to go steady. I gave you my virginity."

He turned his head and glared. 'Yeah, and now what have

you got to give

me? Get the fuck out. I said I'll call you sometime."

She pulled up her low rise jeans and put on her skimpy

top. Then she

limped to the door, groaning with every step. She stopped

at the door,

hugging the door frame.

"Good night, Jake. I love you. Don't forget to call me."

She said, and I

realized just how pathetic so many young teenage girls are.

"For sue, babe. I love you too. Hey, how old is your

little sister,

twelve, right? Give her my email address and tell her to

write me."

'Why do you want to write to my little sister?"

"It's a surprise....for you." He laughed. But I knew

what it really

was. Jake the teenage animal was actually thinking about

plowing his huge

dick into twelve year old virgin pussy.

The door closed and we were alone. Jake lifted his head

from the pillow

and pointed at me with one long thick finger.

"You! Now it's time for your punishment. You are going to

be one sorry

fucker for not obeying my orders."

"Jake, none of it was my fault, honest to God, I swear!

Look around you.

The black thugs even took some of my furniture."

He smiled. "I don't give a shit. You almost ruined my

date, and you are

going to be punished.!"