Game Sessions - New Generation Part 2
By Ben C.
"The fag swallowed my load and thanked me on his knees!"
Sam´s triumphant exclamation and the laughter of the boys were ringing in my ears, as I got up clumsily from the floor.
I went to the bathroom and took a look at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and my chin was covered with Sam´s cum. I washed my face in the basin, rinsed my mouth with some mouthwash I found in the cabinet and tried to straighten my hair by noodling it with my fingers.
"There, you look almost presentable," I thought to myself.
I went back to the boys´ bedroom and sat down on the floor, leaning my back on the end of the bed. I closed my eyes and thought about what had become of my life.
For two years now I had been serving Cameron and Jesse, taking care of their needs. And now they were going to pass me on to their little brothers, like some kind of a toy. What right did they have to do that?
On the other hand, I enjoyed their company enormously. I enjoyed sucking their dicks and admiring their bodies. Even washing Cameron´s dirty boxers and sweaty t-shirts gave me a hard-on.
Occasionally they made fun of me - nothing too bad usually. They were just young guys wanting to have a laugh every now and then.
All in all, I didn´t feel bad about my situation. Yes, I had to struggle to keep up with my schoolwork because of the hours spent taking care of the boys´ constant demands. But the urge to please the boys was so strong in me, I considered it a win-win situation for all of us.
"Some people volunteer to help old folks. Some volunteer to take care of kids. So, what's wrong with volunteering to help teenage guys?" I reasoned to myself.
Well, I did not expect to get any positive press for my voluntary work in the local paper. And the mayor wouldn´t invite me to his charity dinners as a guest of honor. And I knew better than to expect any gratitude from the boys. They were good looking, privileged and popular, so they took my services for granted.
I was suddenly awakened from my thoughts as I heard steps from the stairs.
I opened my eyes and saw someone appearing at the bedroom door. I did not have to look up to know it was Wes. Anyway, I looked up and took in the sight.
Wes was leaning on the frame of the door. He was shirtless, wearing only his torn cut-offs. The jeans were hanging so low on his slim waist that half of his white Calvin boxers were visible. They were the same boxers I had noticed him wearing the previous day. Don´t these guys ever change clothes, I wondered.
Wes had a wide grin on his handsome face, showing a shining set of white teeth.
He stepped inside, grabbed a chair and placed it right in front of me. He sat down, so that I was practically sitting between his legs. My eyes were looking right into his tanned thighs and his crotch, covered by the paper-thin and somewhat dirty denim of his cut-offs. I could see the bulge of his package on the right side of his crotch.
I didn´t want Wes to notice me staring at his balls, so I looked down, at his bare and rather dirty feet.
"Dude."
I looked up and met Wes´s eyes.
"Yeah?"
"You know, there was this sissy in our school when I was on junior high. Me and my friends, we used to push him around all the time. We used to hide his backpack before classes. And a sometimes we stuffed him inside his locker and kept him there until he was late from class."
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
Wes chuckled.
"Just to watch him suffer, I guess. Sometimes we even managed to make the poor motherfucker cry."
"Well, I was a kid then. It was stupid and I don't do that anymore. But I gotta admit, it was fun."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"Just to let you know I can be pretty mean if I want to. But if you do what I say, you´ll be fine."
"Okay. What do you want me to do?"
Wes leaned back on his chair, lifted his right foot and placed it bluntly on my left shoulder. The hair on his calf brushed my cheek. I could smell the odor of his unwashed foot.
"I watched you giving Sam a foot rub today. I liked that."
"Well, do you want a foot rub?" I asked.
"Naah. I don´t want a foot rub now. But it was fun to watch," Was said and added some pressure on my shoulder with his foot.
"Tell me something, dude."
"Yeah?"
"You let younger guys make fun of you. Don´t you fucking hate that?"
I didn´t answer him. In fact, it was a turn-on for me, but I didn´t want to admit that to Wes.
"I´m resting my foot on your shoulder now and you don´t even try to stop me," Wes chuckled, rubbing his shin on my cheek.
"Most guys would try to fight me off. But you like this, don´t you?" he continued rubbing my cheek.
I felt like I had to say something.
"Well, I don´t ..." I started to mumble, but Wes interrupted me by pressing his foot on my lips. I could smell and taste the sweat of his foot.
Wes laughed and rubbed the sole of his foot on my face.
The smell of Wes´s sneaker sweat was overwhelming. Teenage boys´ feet sweat a lot, and their hormones produce a strong odor. And I loved it. Before I could think, I opened my mouth and let my tongue taste the skin of his foot.
"Look at you faggot. Licking a guy´s foot!" he laughed.
I could see that Wes was enjoying his power on me, as he had developed a clearly visible bulge in his cut-offs.
"Alright. Now, enough fun for you homo," he said and stood up.
In one swift move Wes unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his cut-offs. He let the ripped and stained jeans drop down to his ankles and kicked them away. The outline of his cock was stretching the white cotton of his boxers. I noticed he had a couple of grayish cum stains in the front of his boxers.
Wes stepped forward and kicked his chair aside. He placed his left hand on the back of my head. His grip was strong and determined. He pulled my head to his crotch.
"This is what you´ll be tasting in a minute, boy," he said and pressed my face on his crotch.
I could smell the symphony of odors that had been composed in the crotch of this teenage stud during the 24 hours he had been wearing the same boxers and jeans. And I could tell he had been sweating a lot. I even smelled a clear aroma of precum.
"Suck on it, faggot," he grunted, grinding my nose and lips on his cock and balls.
"You want my fuckstick in your mouth, don´t you, homo?"
"Yes," I muffled through the cotton of his boxers.
"Then say pleeeeze," Wes taunted.
"Please," I mumbled to his crotch.
"Please what?" he wanted to know and loosened his grip slightly, so I was able to take a breath.
"Please, Wes, may I suck your dick?"
"You promise I won´t be disappointed if I let you?"
"I promise. You wont be disapp..." The rest of my words came out muffled as Wes pressed my face on his crotch again.
"Okay. I'm gonna let you suck my cock today. But I want you to swear that you'll do your best to please me." He loosened his grip again.
"I swear." It came out without thinking and I meant it.
"And you swear to obey me without any questions?"
"I swear."
He let out a boyish giggle.
"You´re under oath now. A cocksucker´s oath. Are your ready to live up to it, homo?"
"Yes, Wes. I´m ready." Jeez, no one had ever humiliated me like that in my life. And I could feel that my hard cock was already leaking precum.
"Good. You may take it out now."
I obeyed and peeled the boxers carefully down to his hips. His cock sprang out in all its glory.
It was a first class fuck-tool of a young stud. I measured the sturdy organ with my expert cocksucker eyes and estimated its length to 7", maybe 7" 1/2. Well, I had swallowed his big brother' s bigger cock dozens of times, so I would easily take care of that one, I thought.
"Say hello to Mister Stud, boy. You´re gonna be seeing him a lot."
"Umm... hello, Mister Stud," I mumbled.
Wes laughed aloud.
"That´s the way to go. Now show some respect and kiss him!" he ordered.
I leaned closer and placed a long, wet kiss on his shaft, using my lips and tongue to worship it. It tasted sweaty and a bit gross, as he hadn´t bothered to wash it. But I wasn´t going to complain, as I loved every opportunity to taste a hot young dude´s dick.
"Like the taste, cocksucker?"
"Yeah. I like it."
"You love it, don´t you boy?" he teased.
I answered him by wrapping my fingers around his shaft so I could lick it from all sides.
"Yeah, you were born to lick my cock. And I´m gonna feed it to you soon."
I kept licking down his shaft until my lips met his light brown pubes. I stripped his boxers down to his ankles so I could reach his balls. I licked the sweaty skin of his ball sack gently.
"That´s right. Lick my man-sweat, faggot."
Wes obviously enjoyed my worshiping, so I started to rub his rock-hard buttocks as I licked the moist skin between his thighs and ball sack. He responded by rocking his hips slightly, so I could feel his muscles moving under my fingers.
"It´s time. Look at me, boy," he said after a while.
I looked up to the teen´s blue eyes.
"I´m gonna make you my cocksucker now."
"Okay."
"Okay? It´s not okay. You ought to be grateful for the privilege of being my cocksucker. And I want you to tell it to me," he hissed.
I swallowed.
"Thank you for making me your cocksucker, Wes."
"You´re welcome, boy. Now, open up."
I opened my mouth, as Wes grabbed my hair and guided his cock in my mouth.
He started to fuck my face slowly, rocking his hips back and forth. After a while his thrusts became faster and stronger, until my lips were pressed on his soft pubes.
Wes leaned over me and placed his hands on the bed for support, so he could fuck my face harder. My head was now bent back and Wes´s hard abdomen was pressing it down on the bed. The mattress was soft, but my position was uncomfortable. Wes didn´t care, of course. I couldn´t have fought him off even if I wanted. But I didn´t. I just wanted to make him feel good. I wrapped my arms around his narrow waist and let my hands wander on his lower back and buttocks and thighs. I could feel his well-trained muscles move as he kept pounding my face.
The fucking seemed to go on forever, but finally Wes reached his climax.
"Aaahh... aaahhh..." he grunted and filled my mouth with warm teen cum.
His dick may have been dirty, but his cum tasted like nectar. It was young, fresh, pure and meant to be delivered into my mouth. I held my hands tight on his hips to make sure I didn´t miss a drop.
Finally Wes got up and his already softened dick popped out of my mouth. I swallowed his load and licked the rest of his cum from my lips.
Wes put his hands on his narrow hips and looked down at me, panting. He didn´t say anything for a while. Then he grinned.
"Enjoyed your lunch, faggot?"
I looked up to meet his eyes.
"Yeah, I did. Thanks, Wes."
He laughed and bent down to pick up his boxers and cut-offs. He wiped the cum off his balls and stomach with the boxers and threw them on the floor in front of me.
"Wash them", Wes said and left.
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