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Synopsis: A teacher becomes the slave to a sadistic student.
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.!"
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