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A note to the readers: Sorry for the long delay, what with the busy Holidays and all. I made this chapter a bit longer to make up for the delay. Thanks to all that have sent me e-mails, and I am trying very hard to answer them all. The sex maybe lacking somewhat in this chapter, but next chapter will make up for it.
End of pt. 4 where we left off: It was on the drive back home, that Robbie filled me in on his grand plan to snare Anthony into his wicked evil life. "Here's what I want you to do with Anthony, you'll invite him over for a sleep out, either inside the house if your mom is away, or outside in the tent if she's home. You'll get him to jack you off... but this time... I want you to get him to taste your cock somehow... I mean, since he has the hots for it anyways, it shouldn't be a tough task for you to get him on your puny little dick, right?" I suddenly felt sick to my stomach all over again, as I strained my voice to try and talk Robbie out of using me to help him snare my cousin. "Aaaawww come-on Robbie, please don't use me to trap him... number one, he's my cousin, number two, he'll fucking kill me, I swear!" Robbie took his eyes off the road for a few seconds just to give me that evil grin of his. "Damn, dude? You're my best friend... would I let someone beat you up... huh? Don't fucking worry about it, I'll have everything under control as usual... besides, you'd probably get off on him beating you up, just like you do when I'm pounding on you!" It was when Robbie talked like this, that I hated this whole situation the most. "Cut the shit, Robbie, you know I don't like being beat-up by you!" Turning his head towards me once more, he grinned and winked. "Sure you do, faggot! You just don't realize it yet, is all!" His eyes back on the road, he filled me in on the rest of his plan. "So I of course will be very close by, once you talk the little fag into taking your dick into his mouth, then I casually walk in with my handy little camera, and Bingo, I have myself another mouth to feed on a regular basis...of course he'll put up a fight, but that's what I'm praying he'll do...after I beat the fucking shit outta him...just to show him who's boss, I'll fill him in on his duties as my fucking cocksucking, queer, slave bitch! Man? I can't wait to look down and see him chocking on my throat basher! Say? I meant to ask you...you sure you don't have any other cousins? Nah, never mind, two is enough for now...and one of them is my biggest fucking rival ever... woooohoooo! This is gonna be sooo way fucking awesome!"
"Boys, Buds, and Bullies" pt. 5 The remaining of the long ride home, Robbie was actually being pretty decent to me. It was like it was before we went on this not so cool fishing trip. There was only one horrifying incident, but I don't really think Robbie meant to do it. We stopped to eat half way home and he was treating me as though this past week never even happened. That was until we were inside. He still had me doing the running, but that's how he always was, using me as a go-fer, wasn't anything new, so it didn't really bother me. But, on one occasion he slipped and called me a faggot within hearing distance of other dudes our age and younger. We were at one of the fast food chains, and there was a long line, Robbie, doesn't do long lines very well at all. When it comes to long lines, he uses me to order for both of us, like I said, this is normal, so no big deal. He gave me a list of what he wanted, and then headed for a vacant table. Most of the line consisted of teens younger than us.
I was somewhere in the middle of the line, when I heard the voice of my best friend yell out to me. "Hey faggot, make sure you get a big one!" That was Robbie's slang for up-sizing the order, but I'm sure the `hey faggot' part just slipped, since he had already promised me that this new thing between him and I would be our secret, and that he'd never do anything to humiliate me in front of anyone, or in public. Of course most of the dudes in line with me, all let out either loud laughs or were busy giving me smirks. I felt my face turn ten shades of red, and turned to give Robbie the finger along with my meanest look, ever. When I turned around again, the dude in front of me, probably no more than fifteen, was facing me, had a tight grip on his crotch, and stood there shaking it at me. "Listen fag, if the big one isn't enough, I've got plenty right here, for ya! All ya gotta do is meet me out in back of our bus." I was so angry at the little shit, that I didn't catch the fact that they were all together. "Fuck you, dick-head, that's unlikely to happen... Since you're probably not even old enough to get it up yet!" The other dudes in line let out a bunch of ooooh's and aaaaah's along with some chuckling. Yet what surprised me the most was when the younger dude grabbed a fist full of my t-shirt, got in my face, and snarled at me with all the confidence in the world. "You guys hear this bitch, ... fuckin brave for a faggot, ain't he? Tell ya what, bitch, why don't ya come out back with me right now, and I'll be happy to show you just how hard I can get, how's that?" I was about to mouth off some more, but before doing so, I noticed the younger dudes pecs straining against the thin fabric of his sleeveless muscle shirt, then I glanced at his nice sized guns as he held his grip on my shirt. Unlike the old me, for some strange reason, my instincts told me to chill.
Less than a minute later Robbie was standing next to us, and was quick to throw in his two cents. "Hey guys, go easy on the faggot, he may be a bitch, but he's my bitch! Tell ya what... let's drop this, and when I get him back home I promise ya, I'll beat the fuck out of him for being so rude, deal?" For the second time in less than five minutes, I was humiliated once again in public. I never would have backed down from a fight before this past week, and here I was doing just that, yet the saddest part is, that it's with a dude a couple of years younger than me. What was kind of strange is that even with Robbie's intimidating body, the younger dude still clutched tightly to my shirt, glaring deep into my eyes. Not showing even a hint of fear that Robbie would or even could beat the shit out of him. It took a couple of his buds standing in back of me to get him to ease up, and release his grip. "Come-on Fozzie let the fag go, we're all starving and we've only got fifteen more minutes before the bus leaves." "Ya, give the fag a break, Martin, and let's get our food before it's too late, dude!" The kid finally released his grip, and shoved me backwards, but not before spitting a huge wad in my face. Robbie and the dudes friends found this to be hilarious, all including Robbie giving the tough dude high fives. My best friend even congratulated the dude, which was even more humiliating than the spit making it's way down my left cheek. "Way to go, man... but I'll do much worse than that when I get him back home, trust me!" This dude Fozzie, nodded his head, then clenched both fists, and playfully gave me a one-two jab, his right to the side of my head, followed by his left to my abs, both shots coming within a hair of connecting to their targets. "That's cool, but you really gotta teach this fag some manners, ya know what I mean?" Even Robbie was impressed with the dudes toughness. Robbie then turned to me and reassured this kid Fozzie, that he'd take care of me later. "Yeah, I know, he still needs some training, but I'm working on it, ain't I, fag?" I nodded my head, more out of fear of what could happen if the whole gang wanted to take this outside, than the fear of what Robbie might do to me if I didn't answer him. I wasn't a bit happy with Robbie, after all, it was his mouth that got me into this to begin with. Although I knew that what he was doing in there, treating me as though I was just a weak little gay dude, was actually pretty smart of him, considering what we were up against.
Once back on the road, I let him know that he broke his promise. "Fuck, dude... what was that all about? I mean you promised me... you gave me your fucking word... that this thing between you and me, was our secret, then right in the middle of a fucking burger joint, you call me a fag, and get me into some shit with some fuckin gang members... they were ready to fuckin hang me!" I half expected Robbie to pull over and give me a beating right there on the highway, and was surprised by his tolerance. "First off, you'd better watch your mouth, and that's your last warning. Secondly, I didn't mean to call you a faggot... not in public, it was just a slip. I gave you my word, and like always, I'll stick to it. Thirdly, I would hardly call that dude a GANG! I mean what was he, fourteen, maybe fifteen years old, sixteen tops? Sure had you pissing your pants though... didn't he? AND Finally, I don't think hanging you, was what that tough little fucker had in mind, hell, you may have even enjoyed what he actually did have in mind! Beating and all." The rest of the trip back home was uneventful, it was more like old times. Most of our conversation was about how much he had begun missing Shannon, and now that he had the blow-job thing all settled, he may as well make up with her! He even looked over at me and thanked me, well, kind of, in so many words. "Fuck yeah, dude, thanks to you, she gets me back for a while. She should thank her lucky stars, that some one is picking up where she's leaving off, huh? Otherwise, she'd be missing this big bruiser of mine. Fuck, what am I saying... I damn well KNOW she's been missing it since day one!"
When we pulled into his yard, it was clear no one was home because there wasn't a light on anywhere. I looked over to my house, and it was the same, lights were out. He suggested we hang out down in his private domain for a bit, I was tired and just needed some time alone back in my own room, it had now been more than week since I was able to jack myself off, and I so needed it bad, but as usual, Robbie won out, and we settled in down stairs.
Once settled in down there, our conversation continued along the lines of females. He even brought up Tracy. "So what are your plans with Tracy, you know what I think, dude? I think you should continue using her as a cover-up. So what if you can't get it up for her, you know? I mean this way, no one will ever guess that you're sucking my dick every day!" I knew of course by then, that I should have been more careful with my words, but he just had a way of pissing me off big time. "Dude? Who says I can't get it up for Tracy, did I ever say that? I don't think so! That's just a bunch of shit you've stored up in that fucked up head of yours. I've been doing just fine fucking her senseless, thank you! And what's with this cover-up thing... you think I'm just using her to cover up something? Well, I've got news for you asshole, I ..." That was as far as I got, before Robbie pushed me against the wall. And began punching away at my gut. "That's like the third time today you got brave enough to fuckin mouth off to me, faggot! Now it's my turn to spout off, only I'm gonna do it with my fists! Not my mouth." He had me with my back up against the wall, power slamming my gut with his bare fists, only this time he wasn't using love taps, he was using his full strength, and I was in major pain before he even got started. "Don't worry, dude, I'm only gonna work on your gut, so that mommy won't notice any bruises as long as you keep your shirt on. You need this, you're still way too fuckin mouthy for your own good, and I guess it's up to me to teach you that fags don't mouth off to their superiors." It only took several punches to my abs, before I actually had enough, but for Robbie, it was far from enough. With each solid punch I let out a loud uuuuummmmph, trying to slide down the wall in hopes he'd let up and maybe even stop. But he just held his left fore arm under my chin, while his right fist continued pummeling my gut, causing me severe pain. I had enough, long before he actually stopped, I knew it, and he knew it, but as usual, he was enjoying the power he had over me, and needed to see me, and even hear me in pain. He must have worked me over for nearly an hour, sometimes stopping, long enough for me to catch my breath and beg him to stop, then continue with the punches, often just holding his hard fist imbedded right where it landed for a moment or two. "How's that feel, fag? You have a need to feel my fist, don't ya, queerboy? You love the feel of my fists, dontcha?" When he finally stopped and allowed me to slide down the wall, I was more like a wet noodle, than a High School jock. Falling limply into a fetal position, as he stood triumphantly over me. Before allowing me to go home, he gave me a list of what he now expected from me, including what he expected me to say each morning, before giving him his first blow-job of the day. Then he gave me permission, to go home. "K, I expect you to be here every morning and when we start school I want you here an hour before we leave, and you'd better remember your place, and your lines well, or else... got it?" I stood , clutching my guts, with a painful look spread across my face. "Yes, Master, I understand." And I did, or at least so I thought. I was given a reprieve during the first weekend before school, because he had football camp. And two weeks went by, before he reminded me about setting my cousin up for him. It was Saturday morning two weeks after our wonderful fishing trip, I thought I had the day off from Robbie, when the phone rang, and he ordered me over there asap. When I went down stairs, to what use to be his private rec room, but lately was better known to ME as his private dungeon, he was sitting in an old plush chair his mom had given him, to make room upstairs for a newer one. I took a seat on one of his weight benches. He sat there all proud like, then began shaking his head back and forth slowly, as though he was disgusted with me. "what are you doing, dude, sitting over there, you know damn well where your place is when we're alone!"
My stomach was still killing me from the last beating, and I wasn't quite ready for another, so I got down on my belly and crawled over to the chair Robbie was sitting in, then knelt between his well muscled, outstretched legs. The huge smirk on my friends face told me I was in for a long morning. Placing his right opened palm under my chin, and lifting my head so that our eyes were locked, he insisted I apologize. "That's better, now what do you have to say for yourself for fucking up?" "I'm sorry Master, for not kneeling before you right away, please don't punch me!" Robbie let out a slight chuckle. "Well, we'll have to see about that, won't we? Now that you're in your proper position, do you have something to say to me?" I don't know why I thought things would change a little once we were back home, but obviously I was wrong. "Master? May I please kiss your cock-head?" Robbie's now infamous evil grin, appeared on his handsome boyish face. "Maybe, but first tell me... why would you wanna do such a queer thing as that?" I knew what he wanted to hear, and not really in the mood for such games, I took a deep breath and sighed. "Because, Master, it's the best looking cock-head I have ever seen, and the thickest one too!" "Is that the only reason you wanna kiss it?" "No, Master!" "Then speak up, faggot, why else would you wanna kiss my cock?" "Because I love the taste of it, Master!" "And is there any other reasons... I should know about?" I hated this part, knowing damn well what he was waiting to here, knowing he wouldn't let up until he heard it, I let out another sigh, and spoke the words he loved hearing from me. "Yes, Master... there is another reason!" "Then what are you waiting for, let's hear it, but a word of warning for the future, I'm tired of dragging these words from your mouth... next time... don't make me have to ask, you got it?" I nodded my head, then spoke the words he so wanted to hear. "The other reason is because I'm queer for your dick, I fucking love it so much, I can't go more than a few hours without tasting it, without kissing it, without feeling it in my mouth, Master!" I also hated what followed those words, with the look of sheer power and superiority came the sounds of my friend giggling triumphantly, like he just won a gold medal or something. "Yeah, you do love it, don't ya? You just gotta have it in your mouth, beating the fuck out of your throat and then depositing nice large gobs of warm soothing cum to coat the damage it does to your mouth and throat, you just can't live without my huge cock fucking your face now... can you? My power tool... using your face like a cunt, is something you need now, something you now crave constantly for, am I right?" I hesitated before answering, because to be totally honest, I wasn't even sure, maybe he is right, maybe I do need it in my mouth, maybe I actually do have a craving for it now! "Answer me, dude. Am I right or what, and don't you dare lie!" I did what anyone would do, if not absolutely sure of the answer, I bowed my head like a seven year old and shrugged my shoulders, pouting. "I want an answer, and I want it now, but maybe you need a little reminder, of how fucking beautiful it is, how good it tastes, so undo the buttons to my crotch, pull out my cock, and rub it all over your face, before kissing it, then after that... you'd better be ready to answer the question, go ahead, dude, your Master gave you a command!"
Not sure if I have mentioned how freaking awesome Robbie looks, while wearing his tight faded 501's. The faded cotton clings to the tight muscles of his legs, especially his thighs like a second skin. The crotch area is such an eye catcher, as the protruding crotch with it's good size pouch is slightly more faded, and worn, even to the point where the button area is actually a bit frayed, giving one the impression that the cock and balls on the other side of the cotton wall are straining to be released, and so they are. Whenever my friend is wearing these jeans, and within a group of other buds and girls, I play this game I call `catch the eyes' I spend a couple of moments checking out every ones eyes, to see how many I can catch gawking at my buds crotch, you'd be amazed at how many girls and supposedly straight dudes, have actually been caught by this game I play. Now here I am kneeling down between his thick thighs, with slightly trembling fingers, fighting with the buttons on the awesome looking crotch, that admittedly, even I myself have often fastened my eyes to.
Angry at myself for not having more control over my trembling fingers, knowing damn well that my best friend was just sitting there taking it all in, silently patting himself on the back for causing me to be so uncomfortable, causing me to come so close to having yet another panic attack. "Your fingers are giving you away, just as your cock does, and just as your horny tongue does... when it's about to come into contact with my dick. You can't fight it, dude. Your secret is out, been out for years now, you have constant cravings for the feel and taste of my cock. Look at yourself, whenever you get this close to it, your whole body trembles with desire, fuck, man, even your lips tremble, like you're gonna have a fucking seizure or something! Telling ya, dude, you just gotta go with it, you know you need it, I know you need it, so get the fuck out of the closet, dude, and enjoy my cock, while you can... cause we both know... as soon as I find a girl that will take it in her mouth, your fun times are over, faggot!" I tried blocking him out, like I usually do when he's trying to take over what's left of my mind, and pride, but sometimes, like the present, I hear every syllable, every vowel of every word, and I weaken that much more.
I didn't respond to his words, only trembled, and even caught myself twitching a little, till I finally pulled the last button through it's loop. Then without much help from me, his fly stretched itself open, and the outline of the perfect cock molded itself against his tight white briefs, a monster still being held prisoner behind yet another wall of tight worn cotton, an evil and vicious monster waiting patiently to be greeted by my hungry eyes, and moist lips. But I wasn't allowed a moment to gaze or even catch my breath, before Robbie continued on with his verbal abuse. "Just one more step, cumbreath... and it's all yours for the rest of the day. Yours to feel, kiss, suck, and worship, but only if you're ready to admit that you're a fucking queer, and mean it! Go ahead butt-licker, pull that waste band down over that fucking awesome looking mound, and then take a moment to admire the part of my body you love the most."
I slowly slipped my fingers inside the waist band that clung to his tight well tanned skin, and pulled it down, then gently tucked it under his massive nut-sac. While doing so, my face was met with a blow from the monster I had recently formed a love/ hate relationship with. Then as I knelt there gazing at it, I could not help but wonder, if it was I that had come to tame the angry monster, or if it was the angry monster that came... to tame me. My strange thought was of course interrupted by yet another humiliating speech from my best friend. "There you go, homo, now just relax and take it all in, figuratively speaking that is." Robbie laughed hard at his own weird sense of humor, before continuing on with his humiliating words. "Your eyes are filled with lust, faggot, just don't fucking start drooling, ok? I don't wanna feel your fucking queer saliva, except when my cock or balls are buried in your mouth. Yeah! Go ahead, worship it with your queer eyes, try and convince yourself that you can go another minute without begging me to taste it. You can't go that long and you know it, you want that beautiful thick head inside your mouth, you need to feel your tongue lapping at that wide sexy piss-slit, as you yearn for WHATEVER gushes out of it. Yeeeaaaah, you're not fussy anymore, are you, faggot? You'll gladly accept anything that spurts through that slit, THESE DAYS... won't you? All you gotta do, cumbreath, is whisper the words, I've been waiting to hear. Tell me slaveboy, how fucking queer you are and always have been... for my thick, beautiful, mean cock!"
I knelt there between Robbie's thick muscular thighs, with his legs spread wide, and my face just inches away from his most beautiful looking balls and cock, trying to convince myself that I wasn't the fagboy he so wanted me to be. Maybe three weeks ago, I could be this close to his magnificent jewels and win my battle, but as I knelt before him, I knew all to well the taste and smell and as much as I tried to deny it to myself, I also knew all to well that I needed that awesome knob between my lips, right where it now belonged. I struggled with my emotions, no way was I ready to label myself as a queer, and certainly no way was I ready to admit it to someone else if I couldn't even accept it myself. However unprepared I was mentally, my cock, always my own worse enemy, led the way. "You can try fighting it for as long as you like, faggot, but as usual your cock is way smarter than you. Look at it, it's as hard as it gets! Stop denying your self the pleasure you secretly yearn for, give it up, faggot, let the words I wanna hear just flow through your lips! Then I'll give you permission to worship my mighty power tool, and the place where your favorite juice is made." Robbie took his thick cock between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it so that his piss-slit opened wide, and as though my mind was locked into automatic drive, I leaned forward, my lips parted, and my tongue slowly inched it's way out. Even my eyes refused to take orders from me anymore, as I tried desperately to pry them away from the hypnotizing effect his thick cock-head held on them. The feel of Robbie's palm on my forehead kept me from the forbidden fruit, just as the tip of my tongue was about to make contact. "Uh, uh... the only way you'll EVER get to taste my delicious cock again, is when I hear the magic words. Come-on dude, stop beating yourself up, let me hear the words you've been wanting to tell me for the last few years. Look at you, not only is your cock hard as hell, but now you're fucking drooling, and you've had your queer eyes locked on my thick shaft for nearly twenty minutes now. Tell me, dude, tell me how queer you are for me, and always have been."
It was no use, I couldn't take it anymore, the battle was over, every part of me wanted to taste his beautiful cock-head, and so at the age of seventeen, I opened the closet door and took my first baby step. Still unable to pry my eyes away from his huge nut-sack and the most awesome looking cock I had ever seen, I spoke the words that Robbie had been waiting for. "Ok Robbie, you're right... I love your beautiful cock, and you're right about something else too, I need it, I need to taste it a lot since that first time a few weeks ago. I dream about it all the time now, and can't sleep too well at night knowing I have to wait till sunrise before I get another taste of your awesome cum. Ok, now what? You gonna turn me out to every one at school? Make me the laughing stock of all our friends?" I was afraid to look up at my best friends face, but I knew he had a huge smirk planted there, even heard the snicker that usually went with it. "You're not done yet, faggot, I wanna hear the rest. And don't be foolish, I have no intentions of outing you, why would I want to share with every one at school my new cock-sucker... eh? Nah, your secret is safe with me, just as long as you remain my fucking slave and obey my every command. Now let me hear the rest, how you've been queer for me ever since we were ten, how you have always loved the feel of me on top of you. Tell me all about your first jack off, was it me in your mind as you jacked your fucking little dick, or was it some girls tit's and pussy, and don't lie to me." "I don't really know, I think I've always sort of enjoyed it a little whenever you had me pinned down, but as we got older I grew to like you being in control. You've always been bigger and stronger than me, and I've always thought of you as a big brother, but I don't know about being gay, I guess I am, but I don't have the desire to have sex with any other dude, just you, so does that make me gay? By the way, my first jack off was all about Sherry Dartman, remember her? I had a wild crush on her when I was close to thirteen, I jacked myself off that first time with her on my mind. Anything else you want to hear, dude?" Robbie, didn't believe me about the thoughts of Sherry being my first jack-off, and I could tell. He had this half grin on his face, with his eyes locked on mine. He always says he knows when I'm lying, but if that was the case this time, he allowed it to slide. Yet he still needed to hear me humiliate myself a little more before he was through with me. "So, tell me how much you love the taste of my cum, tell me that you'll do anything for the taste of it! Because from now on, you're not only going to have to beg to blow me, but you're gonna have to work for my cock, by doing stuff to prove to me how badly you want it, you understand?" I kind of figured that he wouldn't just let me suck him off without making me do some humiliating shit first, so I wasn't very surprised to hear this. Yet still it was not easy admitting stuff about my secret desires... and how long I've had those desires. So I hung my head and remained quiet. "Come-on fag, let me hear the truth. What is there left to be ashamed or embarrassed about? You've had my cock in your mouth now, what... sixty times so far? You've eaten my fucking cum fifty seven times, that's fifty seven huge fucking loads of MY cum floating inside your belly. There's nothing left to be ashamed about queerboy, you've even kissed and licked my ass, so what's a few words at this point, ya know? Come-on fag, let me here in your own words how much you love the taste of my fucking sperm." I felt a few tears running down my cheeks, he was right of course, I had already committed the forbidden acts, what harm are words at this point.
It still wasn't easy forming the words that would seal my fate for the rest of my life, but I gave it my best shot anyway. "Ok Robbie, it's true, you've got me loving the taste of your sperm, dude, I admit it... I guess I even crave for it at times, but since you want the truth, here it is, I may have wondered OCCASIONALLY what it would be like to taste your dick, but it was never a yearning, never something I had thought about often or even desired all that much, and I never expected that it would go this far, never! You've gotten so carried away with it. But now it's kind of like something I need, like a junky needs their stuff, I have a need to taste you... and ya, unfortunately... I'll do other stuff to earn it... if I have to."
That very night, I had a chance to see just what Robbie had in mind, as far as me working for the blow-job he once pleaded me to give him. Once he had heard the words he had waited so long to hear from me, he stood over me, legs spread, cock and nuts hanging out of his tight 501's, hands on his hips, and a cocky grin on his face. "This is where you start begging me... to let you blow me! Come-on queerboy, plead with your best friend to let you take his cock in your mouth, and make it good... and if you wanna lick my balls, you beg for that pleasure too!" As humiliating as it was, I gave in, I just needed so bad to taste his cock-head. Still on my knees looking up at my teenage bud, I begged for real, for the first time. "Please Robbie, I so want to blow you, dude. I really need the taste of your cock-head and your warm cum in my mouth, I'll do anything that you want, I promise!"
Robbie was standing over me, a seventeen year old jock filled with power, a new power that gave him full authority and total unquestionable control over his best friend. He was ready and more than willing to test that control now. "I expect you to beg longer in the future, but for now let's just see how badly you want to blow me. Get down on the floor, and remove my socks for me, I want you to stick them one at a time in your mouth, and suck on em till I say ok." I lowered myself to his feet, and with his help I removed each worn sock, then brought the top of the sock to my mouth. "Uh,uh, fag, you start at the bottom, with the toe section first, then you stick the sole section in your mouth, then the heal section, but first, I wanna see you inhale the scent, before taking my sock in your mouth. Bring it to your nose and inhale it deeply. You may then proceed." OK, I thought to myself, this is what I get for telling him how badly I wanted to blow him, only thing is, a couple of hours had slid by already, and my need by now to taste his cock was overwhelming. I had reached the point, as much as I hated being humiliated even further, to where I literally would do anything. I lifted the first sock up to my nose, and held it there, breathing in the odor of dried sweat, and as humiliating as it was, there was something about the degrading task that made my own cock twitch slightly, I think it was the feeling of being totally dominated by another dude, my age. As I breathed in the aroma from Robbie's dirty sock, I looked up at his seventeen year old body of hard well formed muscles, and the smirk on his young handsome face and I had never felt so submissive. I opened my mouth and sucked in the soft cotton toe section of his worn sock, and began sucking and licking it with my tongue, tasting the sock that my best friend had worn all day. Of course there was the added humiliation from, Robbie. "Yeah, suck the sweat and grime from my sneakers right out of that sock, you fucking fag! You really wanna blow me that bad, dude? Fuck, man, I guess you really will do anything for my cock, go ahead take the whole bottom of that sock in your mouth and wash it good for your best friend."
I did as I was told, and as I sucked the remaining sock into my mouth, Robbie stepped in closer to me. I felt his cock-head spread it's drool all over my forehead and cheeks as he gripped his cock with his left fist and pressed the head of it against my face. "You like me marking my territory, don't ya? I plan on marking my territory every day from now on. Yeah, I'm gonna leave my fucking pre-cum marks on your queer face, each morning so you can go from class to class smelling your master... aaawww what's with the frown all of a sudden, you afraid someone will catch on? Don't worry about it cumbreath, no one will ever be wise enough to figure it out, trust me. Now spit out my sock, you need to prove to me one more time, just how badly you want to blow me." I was happy to rid my mouth of Robbie's worn wet sock, but I was still uneasy with his plan to leave his pre-cum on my face through-out classes each day. I was about to protest that idea, when he informed me what I needed to do now. "Good job so far, faggot. But, I'm still not totally convinced that you really, really wanna blow me. So to prove it to me, this is what I need you to do. I need to take a wicked leak, but now that I have a slave to look after my every need, I'm figuring why should I need to walk all the way to the bathroom, when, as my fucking faggot slave, it should be part of your duty to take care of this problem for me. So if you truly want to blow me, you need to open up wide for me, and take my piss, and a word of warning, if you spill even one tiny itsy bitsy drop... not only will you not get my cock, but I'll need to use my fists on you, got it?" I felt myself back away from him an inch or so, I had been given hints by Robbie that this was something he may one day do to me, and even though I had already tasted a small amount of his piss once before, I knew back then that I never wanted to TASTE it again, never mind drink it ALL, right from the source. His face was filled with delight at the very thought of me being shocked and feeling a bit repulsive at having to take his piss. "What's the big deal, fag... you've already tasted my piss, it didn't kill you, didn't even make you sick, so it's no big thing. Just throw your head back and open wide, and don't let any seep out, that's all there is to it. This should be prove enough just how serious you are about wanting to blow me." Robbie closed the distance between us, and stood there with his cock pointed towards my mouth. The cocky grin on his face convinced me, that this was just another test of power for him. I seriously can not tell you why I allowed myself to go through with it, I honestly did not want to, yet subconsciously I tilted my head backwards, as far back as I could go. Robbie straddled my shoulders with his thighs pressing against the sides of my face, he held his cock with one hand while holding the back of my head with his free hand, to keep me from falling backwards. I felt his cock-head enter my mouth, and I immediately wrapped my lips around it. Then a few seconds later with out further warning, I felt the first gush of warm piss hit the roof of my mouth. I was trying so hard to swallow without tasting, but the strong bitter taste won that battle hands down. I could feel my face contort, as my eyes begged my best friend standing over me to stop. But the evil grin on his young handsome face told me, he had no intentions of stopping. "Ooooooh fuck, this is soooo fucking wild. You have any idea faggot, how long I've been wanting to do this to another dude? Man, I've been wanting to piss in your mouth since we were like twelve years old, and if I knew back then what I know now, I would have started doing this to you years ago. Aaawwwe shit, the power I feel right now rushing through my body and mind is so awesome. I've never felt so much power in my life, and the fucking look on your face right now sure as hell has made that long wait worth it." I could feel a couple of tears running down my face again as I struggled not to let a drop of it ease it's way out of my mouth, for fear of a barrage of punches from Robbie. " Oooooh fuck yeah! You should be crying, you fucking low life homo! I can't believe you'd take another dudes piss just so he'd let you blow him. Man, what a fucking loser you are!"
After taking my best buds piss, he wasted no time thrusting in and out of my mouth, fucking my face even harder than ever before. He was obviously so turned on between the power he now had over me, and watching me drink his piss, that it only took a few minutes for him to blast my mouth and throat with countless volleys of warm cum. The remaining of that night consisted of me leaning over and licking his balls and blond curly pubes, while he laid on his bed propped up against the pillows, and watched MTV.
Another week or so had gone by before he demanded that I set up the overnight thing with my cousin Anthony. It was a Monday morning and I had just given him his morning blow-job. I was now busy pulling his socks over his feet. A duty that went along with dressing him every morning after getting him off. Yeah, I guess I should fill you in on that a little bit, huh? It all started the second week of school, after giving him his morning blow-job, he began having me dress him completely. First I was to fetch him clean underwear, and then place the underwear on him, even to the point of adjusting his cock and balls each time. Then, it was his socks, followed by either a button up shirt, which I had to button every button, or a polo shirt. That was followed by either a pair of shorts or jeans. The whole slave thing had gotten way out of hand, but he was enjoying it immensely. Then as if the thought had hit him hard like an eighteen wheeler, he let out a scream. "Oh fuck yeah, before I forget again, I want you to call your cousin and set up this overnight visit, make it for this weekend, like Friday night, and if all goes well, he'll be staying Saturday night also. Is your mom home this weekend?" I nodded my head yes, not at all anxious about getting Anthony involved with Robbie. "No prob, we'll sleep out in the back yard, just make sure you find us some beer, and stock the tent up with some snacks so we don't have to run in and out of the house for anything, got it? I want you two to have a good buzz going before you have him jacking you, then when you talk him into taking your dick in his mouth, and he goes for it, you shut off one of the two lamps inside the tent, that will be my cue, don't fuck-up, and I mean it!"
Getting Anthony to visit wasn't exactly easy, he hated Robbie with a passion, and kept as far away from my house as he possibly could. But once I got around to him and I sleeping out in the tent, he seemed to give in just a tiny bit, it was the mention of me finding us some beer that finally won him over. "Come on Ant, I figured we could sleep outside in the tent, we haven't had a sleep over since last Spring, and we need to catch each other up on stuff." "A sleep over, huh? Out in the tent, hmmm, maybe... I'll let ya know later in the week." "Aaaawww come-on dude, wait... did I mention I'd find us some beer?" There was a slight pause, then he caved in. "Beer, eh? K, dude, I'm in, but one thing I need to know, is that asshole friend of yours around this weekend, cause I have to tell ya, Abe, if he is, and if he shows up, I'm seriously going to beat the fuck out of him. Did I tell ya what the shithead did to me the last time we wrestled? I was on top of him right? And I had him in a full nelson, and leg wrap, he was fucking beat and he knew it. So he starts in on my mom, saying stupid shit about her to get me to react, but I'm not falling for it, and he keeps it up and keeps it up, till finally I lose my fuckin temper, and he manages to get lose. I won the meet anyway, but I whispered to him, after I won, that if I ever see him in public, I was gonna beat his fucking head in, you blame me?" I seriously wanted to call the whole thing off right there. Like I said before, when it comes to school wrestling, the two are pretty much tied, but that's because of all the rules and shit, but when it comes to street fighting, Robbie could and would put Anthony away without even really trying. The only thing is, Anthony is the only person I know that thinks that's just bull-shit. "Nah, I can't blame you, for getting pissed off, dude. Besides, I think he's visiting his grandparents this weekend anyway." "Cool, then you'll have your bud around for a while longer, till I run into him, that is." Anthony was always a big talker, with him living just across the bridge, and being the same age as us, he and I and Robbie knew a lot of the same chicks and dudes, even shared a few friends, but Robbie was far more popular, only because he never shot off his mouth like Anthony does. If Robbie has it out for you, he just quietly waits for the right moment and tackles you, beats the shit out of ya, and it's over. But with Anthony, he tells the whole world that he's gunning for you, and how when he gets you he's gonna rip you apart, and that turns lots of people off. Anyways, Anthony agrees to staying over, and I'm feeling like I've made the biggest mistake in my life, well, next to the fishing trip that is.
It was like four o:clock Friday afternoon, and I still hadn't come up with a way to get some beer. Anthony was arriving at five thirty, and I began getting concerned, a lot concerned. Not only about the lack of beer, but mostly about what Robbie's plans were. I just had a real sick feeling in my gut, that all hell would break loose after dark. I decided to concentrate on one thing at a time, so I made my way downtown to Hayward Street, a section filled with everything including poolhalls, cheap gyms, rundown bars, young kid hustlers, whores, you name it, it was there. I guess most call it the red light district, I've only been down in the area several times, but that was just riding through. However, I have always been told that if you want beer and can't get it, take a walk down to Hayward Street, and ask anyone. I didn't feel very comfortable walking alone, and was even propositioned twice within like fifteen minutes. Then something caught my eye, and I froze in my tracks. Across the street I saw Donny Colello, short not for Donald but Donatello, not sure if Donny was an actuall nick name or not, but it's what everyone at school calls him. His parents were born in Italy and he and all his brothers had strange names. Donny's a very good friend of Robbies, I think next to me he's Robbie's best bud. Donny was handed some money by one of the same dudes that propositioned me less than ten minutes ago, I watched as he and this middle aged guy walked into the alley. I was standing there with my mouth agape, just staring at the two walking further into the alley. Donny is an athletic junky just like Robbie, both are on the wrestling and football teams together, and the two work-out together a few times a week down in Robbie's basement. Donny is another wicked hot dude at school, looked up to by most of the students. The other thing I should mention, I guess... is that he and I are far from friends. Not that I don't like him, I mean since we don't hang together very much, I don't really know him well enough to dislike him, it's him that doesn't like me. He took a disliking to me back in middle school, and to this day I don't know why, but he totally talks down to me all the time, even in front of Robbie, and Robbie just laughs it off. When I know he's at Robbie's I keep my distance, not that he has ever physically harmed me in any way, but he's mean enough to me, to often lead me to think that if the opportunity was right, he just might deck me, and not give it a second thought.
It was obvious what he was doing, and I'm sure he's not the only dude at school that came down here to earn some extra money. Unlike Robbie, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Donnie came from a large family, and a single parent. I heard he had like six brothers, some younger, some older, with the older ones always in trouble. Their family name was always mentioned in the same sentence as hoods, and punks, but from what I hear, Bobby just maybe the exception. He tries hard at school, and also tries to keep himself occupied with sports and girls, which I'm sure helps keep him out of the same limelight as his older brothers. My curiosity got the best of me, I wanted to see what was going on with these two, but dared not to walk up into the alley, so I decided I would just hang right where I was, but out of sight in case Donny should look this way. I waited around for like twenty minutes, then saw the two heading back out towards the street. Donny was zipping up his fly, so of course that told me everything. I then noticed him crossing the street in my direction, and I decided to try and sneak away without being seen by him.
I was pretty sure I managed a sweet escape till about two blocks away, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, then before I could even turn around, Donny had hopped up on my back, locking his legs around my waist. "Hey dickhead, fancy seeing you down in this area of town, where you heading?" Of course I acted as though I had not seen him before this. "Hey Donny, wow, man I never thought I'd run into someone I knew down here. Actually, I'm going to a party tonight and I'm down here trying to get someone to buy me beer, not having much luck though, you know, it being my first time and all." Very glad that I didn't have to look him in the eyes, for fear he'd know I was not being totally honest with him. Donny still rode my back, and his weight was slowing my pace down. I worked up enough bravery to ask him to get off my back. "Listen Donny, I really have to get some beer, and you riding my back is not helping, you know?... so would you mind?" Donny being as cocky if not more so than Robbie was quick with a comeback. First he tightened his strong legs around my waist, and then he humped my back several times. I could even feel his semi-hard shaft as he humped me. "Me mind? Hell no...haven't had a good fuck in what... twenty, twenty four hours now! Wait, you're not saying you don't like me on your back... are you?" I shook my head no. Donny then put his lips next to my ear. "I didn't really think that's what you were saying, I mean nobody in their right mind would turn down a nice long hot fuck from me, not even a few dudes I know. So where were we... oh yeah, I can help you get some beer." I unconsciously placed my hands under Donny's thighs, like you do when you're giving someone a piggy back ride. "You'd seriously help me get some beer, man?" He then tightened his leg muscles that much more, now squeezing my waist way too tightly. I let out a slight cry of pain, and he snickered in my ear. "Damn, does Robbie know what a wimp you are, and I'm not using even half the power of my legs. Of course I'll help ya get some beer, I mean what the fuck, we're almost like friends, right?" Donny didn't lighten up on his tight scissors grip on my waist, and the pain was getting to me. "Listen Donny, I can't carry you any more, you're squeezing the life out of me, I have to stop." He brought his lips close to my ears and snickered once again, as if he was gritting his teeth together and whispering at the same time. "Shut the fuck up, crybaby, I'll loosen my grip when I'm ready, now if you want my help, take the next right at the corner, go down one block and ring the bell under Colello. My bro, will go and buy the beer you need. He may want a couple of beers for making the trip though."
I totally amazed myself that I didn't crumble on the side walk from Donny's tight leg grip around my waist. He even remained on my back, loosening his tight grip only slightly as we waited for his older brother to come to the door. When his brother finally came to the door, he didn't seem too pleased that it was his kid brother disturbing him. "Donny, what the fuck, man! You know it's Friday, and I'm always fucking busy on Fridays, so what's up? And when did you go and get yourself a pony?" Donny chuckled at his bro's remark about me being a pony, I on the other hand couldn't see the humor in it. "Listen bro, I know you're busy and shit, we just need some beer, so if you'd get us some we'll leave like right away, I promise." His bro stood there in the doorway shaking his head, not inviting us in, and not offering to buy the beer either. "You promise not to come back here later tonight, and the rest of this weekend?" Donny agreed, and his brother, let us in. The place was tiny and very unkept. Once inside, Donny slid down my back, humping me erotically, bringing a hearty laugh from his bro. "You sure it's beer you want, and not a room?" I still didn't find it humorous even as both brothers continued laughing. Then his brother held his hand out wanting the money up front. I pulled the money out of my pocket, and fished out a twenty, telling the dude, what I wanted for beer, and before I could put the remaining money back in my pocket, Donny grabbed another ten, and handed it to his bro. "Get yourself a six-pack while your there, Sal" Sal, let out another loud laugh, and patted Donny on the back. "That's mighty generous of you, little bro... thanks!" Donny threw his arms in the air, cocked his head and smiled. "Hey, that's what bro's are for, ya know!"
Once Sal left to get the beer, Donny plopped himself on an old beat up sofa. He looked up at me, locking his dark eyes onto mine, while spreading his legs apart, and began gently rubbing the nice size mound in his crotch. "You owe me, big time, dickbreath, big time!" I gulped, pretending not to get the hint, not even sure it was a hint. "I know I do Donny, and I promise to pay you back one day, right now all I can do is say thanks, man!" Donny sat there rubbing his crotch, his eyes still locked onto mine. "Well, that's not REALLY ALL you can do, now is it?" "What do ya mean, dude?" "What I mean is... you can get down here and give me a quicky, and I'll call us even steven, you won't owe me anything. Deal?" Now I knew why he and Robby were such close buds, their hormones are identical, horny 24/7. I figured he just shot his load less than twenty minutes ago, and here he is, ready to shoot another. I was a bit more than shocked that he came right out and asked me to blow him, and I still wasn't totally sure if he was joking or not. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder if Robbie had said something to him. I decided to call his bluff, and see where it would go. Donny? Man, you've got the wrong dude, I'm not gay, and I seriously could never do something like that... You know what I'm saying?" I guess he believed me, but I couldn't help but wonder why he felt that I might take him up on the offer to begin with. "Your loss, dude! Never know when I may make the offer again... if ever. So now you'll owe me, and I charge interest, a very high interest at that."
Sal returned within twenty five minutes, and Donny and I left as promised. Once outside, Donny was quick to jump on my back again, and again he wrapped his legs around my waist wicked tight. "Carry me to the bus stop, dickhead." Call me crazy, but this time around, the feel of Bobby's well muscled legs wrapped around me so tight, made my dick twitch, and like the last time, I casually placed my hands under his thighs, but now the feel of his tight well developed thighs made me hard. He stayed on my back till our bus arrived, then he leaned into my ear and whispered. "Tick, tick tick, that's the meter adding the interest... you are sooo going to owe me, Cuntface." Just before the bus came to a stop in front of us, Donny tightened his legs so hard that I literally yelled out in pain. "Imagine if that was your head, dude."
Back at home, I realized I was nearly half an hour late. Anthony had already arrived and was laying across my bed beating away on my play station. "Where the heck you been, dude. I've been here waiting for like an hour." That was Anthony for you, always exaggerating. "Sorry, man, I had a hard time getting the beer, then I had to sneak it into the tent, praying that mom wasn't out on the back deck. Anthony was unimpressed with what I had to go through to get the beer. "Save me the details, dude. Hey, by the way, I brought us a couple of joints, figured it's been a while since we've gotten together... these will help us unwind." I was like totally shocked, I had never known my cousin to do weed. "A couple of joints??? Dude? I ve never known you to smoke, what's up with that?" "Well, I don't make a habit of it, and I make a point to never touch the stuff while in wrestling season, but other than that I do it off and on, ya know? Anyway, this along with the beer will help us relax and stuff." Relax and stuff???' If he only knew.
An hour later, Anthony and I moved some things out to the tent. My mom bought me the tent for my thirteenth birthday, and for the first couple of years, Robbie and I practically lived in the tent throughout the entire summer. The tent in a way was meant to be my equivalent to Robbie's private domain, and to me it pretty much was. The damn thing is huge, at fifteen by twenty feet, and stood seven and a half feet tall, it could be divided into three separate rooms, but I preferred it as one large opened room. Mom helped me furnish it with a couple of lamps, two full air mattresses, a table and chair set, a couple of stands, a tiny refrigerator, and a wrestling mat. Robbie and I filled in the rest, a cd/radio, small tv, and tons of magazines. At the age of thirteen it was a fortress, but at seventeen it has become a private retreat, and tonight it would be used as such. After loading up the tent with stuff that we needed such as snacks and cd's extra clothing like underwear and tee's, we settled in for the night. I watched in awe as Anthony stripped down to a pair of skimpy briefs, man they reminded me of Girly panties, there was hardly nothing to them. But what caught my eye even more so was how well defined his body had become in the past six or seven months since our last sleep over. He definitely has put on more muscle, and it was well packed. He loved showing off his body to me, always had. Me being smaller than he and Robbie, was never much of a threat in the muscle department up against the two of them. So when he looked my way and caught me watching, he just grinned. "So what do ya think?" he asked while giving me several muscle poses. "The bods getting pretty beefed up, wouldn't ya say?" I nodded my head in agreement, he was right and I was damn impressed. He insisted I strip down as well. "Man don't you think it's warm as hell in here, what are you waiting for, strip down, dude." I'll tell you right now, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off my cousins awesome body, and although he was no match for Robbie in his private section, as a matter of fact I was 100 % sure, that even I had Anthony beat down there, his well muscled body would probably match Robbie's to a tee. I guess now that I think of it, the fact that the two have equally well built bodies is the reason they are major rivals on their wrestling teams... duh! "Hey, Earth to Abe, unless you plan on sitting there mesmerized by your cousin, the incredible hulk, all night, I suggest you make yourself comfortable while I roll us a couple of joints." I did as Anthony suggested, I stripped down to my tight CK briefs, which Robbie recommended I wear for Anthony's benefit, and then sat on the edge of an air bed, while he finished rolling the joints. I felt nervous as hell at what was to take place between Robbie and Anthony. I even began to tremble slightly, witch didn't go un-noticed by my cousin, as he handed me a hit from his lit joint. "No shit, dude, am I all that hot, that I've got you trembling with desire?" I looked up and gave him a smirk. "Yeah right, asshole, I am soooo turned on by your body, dude!" Anthony let out a loud laugh, and sat down beside me, brushing his thick thigh against mine, sending shivers throughout my body. He passed the joint back to me, then offered me some words of encouragement. "You know Abe, even if you were gay, you're my cousin, and I love you, it wouldn't bother me in the slightest, I just wanted you to know that. OK?" His words left me in a state of shock, I mean what was he... a freaking psychic? "Whooooaaaaa, dude, what are you talking about, who says I'm gay?" Anthony threw both arms in the air, "Waaaait, man, I'm not saying you ARE gay, all I'm saying is IF you are, then it's ok with me, is all!" "Whatever, man, just don't be so quick to assume stuff, ok?" I offered, while passing the joint back to my cousin. Anthony took a hit and was quick to hand it back to me. "Jeeeeez, dude, fucking chill, what you all up-tight about anyway? Maybe we should break open a beer, might help you chill some."
The subject quickly changed and by our third beers and equal amount of joints, I for one felt high as shit, and I knew Anthony was well on his way if not as high. Then the subject turned to Robbie, as Anthony verbally tore him apart. "You know what I don't understand, cuz? I don't understand this friendship between you and the asshole next door, that's what I don't understand, and frankly? I never did understand it... in all these years." I looked at Anthony and saw the honest to goodness concern in his eyes. "I know you don't like Robbie, and to be honest, I really don't get it, because in case you have never noticed, you two are alike in a lot of ways. I mean you two have so much in common, you're both very aggressive, you like the same sports, you both give a hundred and ten percent, you both are equally built, and strong, you follow me? So like I said, I don't get it, why do you hate him so much? I would think you two would make great buds, you know?" Anthony sat there shaking his head at me. "You know why I hate that prick so much, and by the way, I was serious when I told you I'm going to beat the shit out of him, I'm gonna fuck him over so bad, dude, you'll never recognize him. Anyway, the reason I hate him so much all started because of you. You're my cousin, and you're so much closer with him, than you are with me, always have been too. The way he treats you is what bothers me the most, I mean it's like he's some kind of king, and you're just a servant put here on earth to take care of him or something. I'm serious dude, I hate how he looks and talks down to you all the time, he doesn't deserve your friendship, yet you stay with him in spite of it all, talk about not getting it, that's what I don't get, dude! Besides all that, he's just a fucking asshole, and needs a good beating, a beating he's never gonna forget, and that's where I come in, feel these, dude." Anthony proudly flexed his guns for me to feel, which for some odd reason, I couldn't resist. They were huge like Robbie's, and like Robbie's, they were hard as steel. "These are what's going to turn your friends entire body into a puddle of mush, next time I see him." Well, need I say, Anthony sure didn't have long to wait for that time to appear. We had each polished off four or five beers, and at least that many joints, by that time our subject turned to sex. We discussed each others girlfriends, and which of us was getting laid the most, and though I wouldn't admit it, I was having a wicked hard time getting it up for Tracy these last couple of weeks. I can't even tell you how hard I tried. Don't get me wrong, I did mange to fuck her three times since we got back from that fishing trip, but three out of seven times meant failure as far as I was concerned, and trust me, she was none too happy either. It just seemed when it came to sex lately, the only rise I was getting was while envisioning Robbie's beautiful knob, and the taste of his jizz, as it filled my mouth. I know, I know, totally disgusting, but totally honest none the less. However, even though my situation seemed to me to be far worse, my cousin wasn't actually batting a thousand either. It seemed to me that his ego was keeping him from holding onto a steady girlfriend, or maybe it was something else, who knows. All I knew was that the sex talk had me hard as hell, as I envisioned Robbie fucking Shannon's brains out nearly every weekend. As we sat their, both high as hell, and me with a hard-on nearly ripping through my tight briefs, Anthony took notice, and reminded me of how we use to jack each other off all the time. I was kind of glad that it was him that brought up the subject, so that later on he wouldn't be able to accuse me of starting it off. "Remember how we, use to jerk each other off, dude? Wanna like do it now for old times sake? I mean, look at us, we both could use some help, ya know?" I looked down at Anthony's pitiful dick, I swear it was no more than four maybe four and a half inches long, totally hard. "I don't know, man, I mean maybe if you do me first, I might be more into it, ya know?" I was a bit surprised that Anthony was so quick to accept my suggestion. "No prob, cuz, just lay back and relax." Anthony let out a loud approval, at how much my cock had matured since the last time we did this. "Whoooooaaaaa, fuck, man, where did you get this prime beef, dude? It's like fucking twice the size of mine, and twice as thick!" At first I beamed with pride, then I thought to myself, holy shit, dude, you haven't seen anything yet, wait till later tonight, when Robbie chokes you nearly to death with his monster.
I laid there, eyes half closed as I felt my cousins strong fist working my cock, I was getting close, and decided it was now or never. "Ooooooohhhh, man, oooooohhh fuck, that feels so good... aaaahhhh shit! Anthony, oooohhh fuck... please blow me, dude, please man, I need it sooooo fucking bad." I have to admit, no body could have been more surprised than me, when I felt my cousins lips touch my knob and then gently kiss it. Then a moment later, when I felt the head of my cock being sucked in between his lips, I nearly shot my load right then and there. My hand began feeling for the lamp next to the air bed, and as I pulled the switch, I felt three quarters of my cock being massaged by his wet tongue. I wanted so bad to grab the back of his head and plow the rest of my thick six inches into his throat, but I remember Robby telling me to keep my hands away from Anthony's head, so it wouldn't look like I was forcing my cousin to blow me. With the radio playing rather loudly, neither Anthony nor I heard Robby unzip the door to the tent. It wasn't until the first flash went off that either one of us became aware that we were not alone. Several more flashes fired off, before Robbie even began to pull his face away, and as he looked up at the person holding the digital camera, another flash nearly blinded him. "Don't let me interrupt dude, just trying to get some decent photos for the year book." Anthony tried jumping up, but Robbie's white socked foot made contact with the back of my cousins head, pushing it back down to my steel pole. "Seriously, faggot! May as well finish the job, too late now to try and pretend you were not enjoying my friends cock, so unless you don't have a prob with me going back and downloading these sweet pics onto my computer, you best get busy. You know what I mean?" Anthony, to say the least was nearly out of his mind. "I'm going to fucking kill you, dude! I mean it you asshole, you are so fucking dead!" Robbie, just stood there with his foot still on top of my cousins head. "Ya, ya, ya, whatever you say, big boy, but you're not doing shit, till you take my friends load, I wanna see you eat your cousins cum, you fucking fag. You either do as I say, or these pics become public property, now finish what you started, then I'll give you an opportunity to take this camera home with you, if you're brave enough to fight me for it... that is!"