Cocksucking-Charlie-4
*** Apologies for the delay in getting this chapter out. My schedule has been particularly busy lately.
Bruce clicked on the text message and all of the guys leaned in closer. They read the message that I'd sent to Bruce only moments earlier. They probably also read a couple of slutty ones that I'd sent to him on previous occasions.
They then read the name at the top of the thread. My name.
"Shit, you've got to be joking!" ...
"No way, man. That can't be true!" ...
"Surely he wouldn't?" ...
I opened my eyes and they were all staring right at me. Some with looks of disgust. Others with looks of disbelief. But all with slightly larger lumps in their sweatpants and shorts than they'd had an hour ago.
"What's going on, Charlie?" ...
My head spun. I couldn't breath properly. Why? Why had Bruce done this to me? He promised me that this would be our little secret.
I looked across at him, tears in my eyes. He didn't care. He just stared back, a wicked grin on his face.
"What's going on?" Adam asked again, looking at both Bruce and I.
"Well, Charlie? Do you want to explain, or should I?" Bruce laughed.
I eyed the door and considered running, but what good would that do? Where would I go? Besides, I was broken in time; too embarrassed and shaken to do anything but just sit there, looking pathetic.
"I asked you a question, faggot!", he shouted towards me. "DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN!?"
I shook my head. I was too weak and upset to do anything. I could try and lie to them, defend myself - but they'd already seen the text message, and my shamed face told them all they needed to know.
"Fine, I'll do it", Bruce said, looking like he was about to thoroughly enjoy himself. "It all started a few months back, fellas, just before we all got to properly know one and other. Charlie and I went to a party, hosted by one of my football bros. He got real pissed and left early. Figured I could manage another hour or two, so told him I'd see him later."
He took a drink from his beer can, all of the guys sat up and listening intently to his story. He was loving every minute of this. I was hating every second.
"Anyway", he continued. "I decided to follow Charlie back to the apartment not long after he left. One of my bros had accused him of being a fucking fag, and I thought I'd check he was okay," Another sip of beer.
"Oh, boy, was he okay. I walked in to our room, and what do I see? A naked Charlie watching a gay porno on his laptop. Smelling a pair of my sweaty boxers that I'd been wearing that day."
A tingling sensation ran through me. I wanted to be sick.
"Shit, no way man! That can't be true!" ...
"Fuck, that's sick." ...
"Charlie, tell me he's bullshitting, man? Smelling his used underwear?", Adam asked, looking straight at me.
I kept my mouth shut, too embarrassed to say anything.
"I was drunk as fuck, guys", Bruce carried on. "And I hadn't managed to pull any pussy at the party. So I thought to myself `fuck it'. If I'm horny as fuck and there's a cocksucking faggot sat in front of me, why shouldn't I use his mouth? He's the queer one - I'm just getting my rocks off."
The rest of the guys sort of nodded, not too sure whether they agreed or not. It looked like I might have a luckier escape than I thought.
But Bruce had other plans. For the next five minutes he sat there, telling the guys how it was one of the best decisions that he'd ever made. That faggots like me are born to be used, and we suck cock better than any girl ever could. That we're just a load of low life scumbags who will suck dick for nothing in exchange, and we love straight guys to treat us like shit.
All the time he was rubbing his dick through the fabric of his shorts.
Then he asked the golden question:
"The question is, guys, do you want to spend the rest of the year chasing after stuck up pussy that you'll rarely get? Or do you want to have a hungry mouth available twenty four hours a day?"
The rest of the guys looked at each other, grins on their faces. They'd made up their minds.
Ten minutes later and Bruce was still pumping away at my face. He'd dragged me to my knees and made me take his cock out of his shorts, kissing it and telling him how much of a pussy I was, all in front of the other guys.
I have to admit, I was ashamed, but also hard as hell.
"You see guys", he said. "Look how much the little cunt enjoys it. He was born to suck cock. When was the last time you ever seen a girl look like she actually wants your dick in her mouth?"
He slapped my face, showing the guys how much he owned me.
I could tell he was getting close. I'd been sucking Bruce for so long that I began to know all of the warning signs - and the salty taste of more and more pre-cum in my mouth was definitely one of them. He started to pump away faster.
"Yeah, you want this, you little homo?" He demanded, grabbing a fistful of my hair and driving my head right down on his cock. I could feel the head penetrating my throat. Two months ago I'd have gagged and choked, yet now I'd had daily practice - it slid straight down.
"Fuuuuuuuck, yes! I love it when the little guy goes deep! Here we go, fag. Get fucking ready!"
And, just like that, he held my head in place and spewed wad after wad of his thick cum in to my mouth. Knowing what's best for me where Bruce is concerned, I swallowed every last drop.
The guys around me looked on, jacking their own dicks, looks of surprise and disgust on their faces - they probably still couldn't believe that a guy like me would be swallowing a mouth full of cum.
Bruce threw me away and I hit the floor.
"Who's next", Bruce asked.
Adam clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. Clearly watching how Bruce treated me was having an affect on him - he already knew he was in charge.
I crawled over to him, the other guys laughing and whispering about me as I did.
"You want this tube steak, Charlie?, Adam asked, flicking it around in front of me. At around six inches it was slightly smaller than I was used to with Bruce, but it was thick and cut and I was already beginning to drool for it. I nodded my head.
"Then beg for it."
I stayed silent. Surely he wasn't going to make me beg for his dick in front of the other guys? Was it not enough that I was giving him his first blowjob in months?
"Fuck this. Not sure why I should let you have the privilege of sucking my dick if you're not even prepared to beg for it", he began to put his cock away.
The sub inside me came alive. "Wait!", I shouted.
All of the guys were looking straight at me, not believing just how low I could be. Adam looked down at me, not even trying to hide his laughter. The blood rushed to my face.
"Please, Adam.", I begged.
"Please what?"
"Please let me suck your dick."
"Suck my dick? Why would you want to do that?, he asked. He was getting a real buzz out of degrading me, and the guys burst out in to laughter.
"Because.."
"Because what?"
"Because I'm a cocksucker. And you're such a hot stud. And it's my job to suck hot guys like you."
"Oh, yeah", he asked, slapping his dick back and forth and hitting me in the face with it, little drops of pre-cum starting to cover my cheeks. "Well get to work then, you worthless fuck".
I didn't need telling twice. I took the head of his cock in to my mouth and started gently sucking on it with my tongue.
"Ohhh, fuck! Fuck yes! I've missed this", Adam said. He grabbed my hair using both hands and started to pump his hips up and down, face fucking me.
"Shit, you were right, Bruce. Stacey would NEVER let me fuck her face like this. Always bangs on about equality and having to treat her with respect. But not this fag. He doesn't give a shit, does he?" Adam asked, still pumping away at my face.
I was getting harder and hornier myself listening to him talk about me like this. I plunged my head down and, in a single instant, took his entire dick down my throat.
"FUUUUCK YES!", Adam screamed across the room. "CHOKE ON MY FUCK STICK, YOU DIRTY BASTARD!"
I kept my head in place, his cock still buried down my throat. My gag reflex was a thing of the past after spending so many months sucking dick every day.
I felt his cock spasm. I began to choke, jets of warm and slaty jizz filling my throat.
"Fucking take it, you fucking cum dump!", Adam laughed, giving me a huge slap across the face.
No sooner than I'd managed to compose myself and get my breath back, Adam's roommate Josh stood up.
"My turn", he said.
Another 10 minutes passed and here I was, still on my knees, Josh towering over me. I'd already swallowed both Bruce and Adam's spunk, and now Josh was planting his seed all over my face.
"Haha, look at him!", he laughed. "Never thought I'd see Charlie with my load spread across his entire face! Heck, never thought I'd see many bitches with my load on their faces. Thought people had more respect for themselves."
There were just two left who I hadn't yet serviced. I looked over at Dylon and Jason, sat together on a couch of their own and whispering to one and other.
In some ways, Dylon looked similar to me. He had a good head of blonde hair and had a surfer look and feel about him. Jason, on the other hand, was more like the other jocks - short, brownish hair and cute boy looks.
They stopped whispering and Dylon looked over at Bruce.
"Hey, Bruce, you haven't fucked him yet?", he asked.
"Nah, man. I've thought about it but haven't decided yet if it's too faggy. Why?", Bruce said.
"Well I'm no fag but I wouldn't mind a pop at his ass. And Jason and I were just saying it would be cool to spit roast him; take him from both ends."
Bruce took another swig of his beer. "Ha, fuck it. Go for it man."
So here I was, on my knees, being spit roasted by two of my friends who, until only half an hour ago, had no idea I was gay - or a "fucking cumdump" as they kept calling me.
"Awwww, SHIT! You have to try this sometime, guys! SO FUCKING TIGHT!", Dylon declared to the group, squeezing the last couple of inches of his shaft in to my ass. He must have been at the least eight or so inches - but definitely bigger than any of the other guys in the room. And definitely too big to give my virgin ass an easy time.
Plop. I let Jason's dick fall out of my mouth. "Please, Dylon. Go easy on me.", I begged of him.
SLAP. One to my face.
"Did I say you could stop sucking my nob, you fucking cocksucker?", Jason demanded of me.
SLAP. Another to the back of my head from Dylon.
"I decide how I fuck bitches, faggot! Shut the fuck up and take my dick before I twat you!"
My face burned red and I put Jason's dick back in my mouth. Resigning myself to my fate, I let the boys carry on using me like some sort of rag doll.
My pleas went unheard and Dylon did anything but go easy on me. Even over the sound of the television you could hear this stud's balls slapping against my ass.
fap. fap. fap. Short, fast strokes.
fap. fap. fap. The guy had some stamina.
And Jason was giving my mouth just as rough a going over. He now had one of his hands on the back of my head and was aggressively pushing it up and down, up and down, making sure his dick never left my throat for more than a couple of seconds.
The other guys carried on drinking their beer as they looked on, laughing, watching me being treated as low as possible.
"Yeah, guys! Stuff the bitch!" ...
"Made him pay for being such a fag!" ...
This went on for another five or so minutes before Jason announced
"Ugh, fuck. I'm getting close!"
"Wait for me, man. We'll cum in to the little whore at the same time!" Dylon said.
"Haha, fuck yeah! Lets do it, bro! On the count of 10."
And so it began.
Dylon started to pound harder. I could really feel my ass being stretched, and I was in more pain than I'd ever been in my entire life.
Jason scrunched some of my hair in his strong hand. He plunged my face down in to his dick. The entire shaft was now in my throat and his pubes tickled my nose.
"UGH! UGH! FUUUUCK!" Dylon began to spasm. He through his entire frontal body weight against me. I'm surprised his balls didn't go in with it.
Yeah, there it was. It was a strange feeling, but I could definitely feel it. My ass was taking spurt after spurt of the jocks cum inside of it.
Jason pulled his cock out of my throat. A couple more tugs and he sprayed his entire load all over my face. Huge lumps of warm, white cum covered me.
Dylon pulled out and got up. Jason threw me to the floor.
I lay there for a couple of minutes, cum in my ass and cum on my face. I didn't know what to do with myself. Do I just sit back on the couch and pretend that nothing had happened?
No. Bruce answered my question for me.
"Hey, Charlie. Do us a favour and fuck off back to the room. We're done with you now."
The other guys sniggered and nodded their heads.
I didn't know what to say or where to look.
I stood up and walked towards the door. The other guys completely ignored me now that they'd all dumped their loads in me.
They were drinking more beer and now watching something else on TV.
I left the room, having never felt more embarrassed in my entire life.
Thanks for reading!
I might take a break from this story for a while, guys, or leave it here altogether.
I've got one or two more story ideas planned in my head that I'd like to begin.
Want to continue Cocksucking Charlie's adventures yourself? I'm more than happy to take chapter 5 ideas via email and publish one that really stands out.
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