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He relentlessly pumped his fingers in and out for a few minutes, me watching in the mirror before he got up. "Fuck off boy, see you next week"
I was left suddenly feeling empty, rejected, violated, used and totally horny.
Part 7: Delving into me
I walked out into the hallway. My ass feeling looser than it had ever done. I was sweating. My whole body drenched. I sat on a chair, my head in my hands and looked up at myself in the mirror. A few days before a cute, floppy T-shirt, floppy jeans, shoulder length hair geeky lad would have looked back. Now it was different. Dressed in my calf length lace up boots, leather jock, strap around my wrist and a leather baseball cap on backwards. My hair cut. "Fuck what happened" I said out loud to myself in the mirror.
Piggy lads don't start in that place, it's a journey of discovery, a journey of boundaries collapsing of acceptance. There's always the moment when you see yourself for the first time and what you recognise isn't you, it's a pig. The lowliest form of creature that gets looked down on sexually at least.
Even in that moment I wasn't there yet but that railroad was mounted with a train that I was on. My cuteness somehow evaporating in front of me.
I wiped my gloved right hand down across my sweaty face and took the laces of my left boot, ready to pull them off. Then Jeff walked out into the hallway and saw me. He smiled, walked over and stood over me. "You've realised you're changing, right?"
"Yes Sir, I do Sir, I can't quite believe it's happening so fast. Last week I was totally focused on exams, on getting to University. Now look at me?". My voice was emotional
"Now look at you what? I don't see anything different or maybe just a truer reflection of yourself. You're still going to ace the exams, you're still off to University it's just I'm going to send off an even more perfect version of you Sam"
Whenever Jeff called me Sam' it was reassuring. Of course it was. It had a purpose of normalisation. If I was Sam' I wasn't the filthy lad that just buried his head into the floor, shoved his ass up and let his parents oldest friend bury three fingers in his ass.
Yeah, I was forgetting who Jeff was, how long I'd known him, how fucking wrong this all seemed if I really thought about it.
"I think you just need to calm yourself Sam, deep breaths, close your eyes". Jeff stroked my head with one hand and picked up my left hand, bringing it up, then suddenly, something was in it. "Keep your eyes closed Sam, stroke it, nice and slow, time your breaths with the strokes. Up and down, nice and easy. Feels good right? Now, keep those eyes closed, take it into your mouth"
That was it. The moment, the moment Jeff's cock first entered me.
If you're not already aware oral sex, both giving and receiving is a phenomenal way of dealing with stress and anxiety. The person has to be the right one of course. But the personal nature of using your mouth to pleasure someone you love/adore/seriously find hot is truly mind blowing.
In the moment that Jeff's cock slipped into my mouth, the salty flavours around the cock head and the hints of piss caused me to groan and the vibrations ripple up his cock. My whole body relaxed, my mind became somehow free. I swirled my tongue around and opened my eyes looking up towards him.
Now, I could of course describe some 9.5" monster cock. But we all know finding those is almost as impossible as finding a pearl in a shell. Jeff though wasn't small in the 7" ball park with a healthy, rippling foreskin that rolled back and forward revealing an almost deep red cock head.
Jeff started to groan with pleasure, his voice letting out the occasional "fuck yes". I kept half bracing for him to pick up speed and really go to town on my face but he seemed to enjoy the sloppy wet head I gave him.
Then he pulled his cock out, pumped harder "open your god damn mouth slut" he growled before exploding into it. The noises were animalistic. The taste intense salt and that cum taste. He almost fell backwards loosing his balance. "Fuck, damn, first of many boy".
He put his cock back into his leather jeans and walked off. When he came back he threw me a bag. "Your birthday next Monday right?" I nodded. "In the bag is all you need to prepare for it. I'll text you instructions, now, this time, fuck off". I put the bag he gave me inside my normal college bag. Dressed, put my boots and gloves neatly away in a cupboard.
Like the previous bus journeys I was in the horned up daze, I walked up the street, seeing my big sister coming out of the house and walking towards me. As she was close she hugged me, kissed my cheek and then stepped back "well, well, well little bro, I'd kind of guessed already it had to be guys with you." She winked and smiled
"What, how, what?" I said flustered
She came close, whispered into my ear "your cheek smells of cum". She turned, walked off and looked back grinning.
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