High School Service Boy Part 1 By bistud77
Disclaimer: This story is totally fictional. Any resemblance to any persons alive or dead are completely coincidental. This contains sexually explicit fantasies about domination and submission and teen sex. If this type of story offends you, please do not read it.
This story is made of real fantasies that I wanked off over when I was in high school.
- I can't explain to you why it was happening. I know there was a series of events that led up to this. But right now, in this moment, that doesn't matter. I don't care what happened before this. And I don't care what is going to happen after this. All I care about is pushing my tongue deeper into Joe's hot teen ass hole. I want to taste it. I want to smell it. I dig my thumbs into the cheeks of his bubble butt to pull him open wider. There is nothing else I want to be doing. I am his service boy. I am his personal ass licker.
I am 14 years old, thin, and what all the girls call "cute". Everyone thinks I am straight. Other than my grey-blue eyes, everything about me is physically average. Average height, average looks, average cut dick. But my eyes attract attention. They are piercing. And behind my eyes is a very smart brain. But right now, that brain is on fire. I am not so much smart, as I am in heat, like a dog. That's because my tongue is washing the rim of Joe's ass. And Joe is fucking hot. He is smooth, muscular, and all alpha male.
Joe is a southern Italian with brown hair and deep brown eyes. His body is perfect, probably because he is a soccer jock. His workouts have given him the perfect bubble butt. He has broad shoulders, narrow waste, and a sexy bulge. His biceps are developing nicely for a teenager. I stare at him any chance I get.
Joe is pretty much a jerk, but that only makes me more interested in getting used by him. He hangs out with other jocks so normally he would not pay any attention to me. But he likes to be serviced.
So Joe is using me for the second time. And he has said he will let some of his friends use me too. That thought excites me. Which friends I wonder.... I will do anything he wants. And he knows it.
My tongue swirls around the dark rim of his perfect Italian ass. I am pretty sure I am the only one on Bus 49 who is willing to give a rim job. Who else would try to push the tip of his tongue past another boy's anal ring and into his hot hole? No one I know.
Bus 49 is my bus, it goes to the high school and the junior high school every morning, and takes about 50 kids back to my suburban neighborhood at the end of every school day. On Bus 49, there is one other closet fag who will provide blowjobs, but he is not much competition for me. I don't want them to kiss me. I need to be used. I want them to use me then tell me to fuck off. And, if one of the guys wants his ass licked, I am the only choice. And I like it that way.
I can taste the tang of Joe's sweaty ass. He has been in class all day with his perfect cheeks encased in his tight jeans. He has been doing what high school sophomores do. Getting a bit stressed out in classes that are a little over his head. Getting a bit sweaty. Getting a bit ripe. You know the smell of teen stress. What he needs is some relaxation. What he needs it to be in control of something. I am perfect for those needs. And mostly no one would guess that I do this. Not unless they were told. That's how Joe found out. My girlfriend told him.
You see, I am not really gay, I am a submissive bisexual. I really don't know how I got wired this way, but I am and I accept it. What gets me off is being used, being degraded, being humiliated, defiled, and made to do nasty stuff. When that happens, my head swims. I go into heat. Then later, when I am by myself, I will wank off thinking about it and I will cum so hard that nothing else in life matters. I am addicted to it. I am addicted to being a service boy for dominant guys in my school. And now, word is starting to get around. But that's later. I am really focused on now.
So here I am with my tongue pressed into Joe's sweaty teen boy hole. He sneers at me, "That's pretty good faggot. Let's see if you can get in deeper. Taste me inside." That command makes my eyes glaze over. I am sweating wildly. My mouth is drooling. I use my thumbs to gently pull his hole open just a little bit, just far enough to let me slide my tongue into the hot interior. I hold it there tasting him. I wish I could spend the rest of my life just like this.
But soon, Joe starts to turn over; he is ready to get sucked off. This session has nothing to do with what I want. So what if I am not done tasting his ass? My job is to serve. He knows it. And I know it. So, he pushes my head towards his bare cock and balls. I start by licking his nut sack. I can taste his musk. The smell is intoxicating. I would recognize it again anywhere. It is Joe's alpha scent. And I am his. "Get on my cock faggot, I don't have all day."
So I start to suck his cock. Gently. Like I am worshiping it. But Joe has other ideas and I feel his hands on either side of my head. He holds my head still and starts thrusting up with his throbbing cock. It is about 7 inches long, chubby, and uncut. Totally sexy. And he is face fucking me with it. I let him use me. I hold still while he gets off using my mouth and sometimes the back of my throat. That makes me gag, but he doesn't care. This isn't about me. After about five minutes of steady face fucking I sense that his cock is getting harder and his thrusts are getting more urgent. He has me by the hair now. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I hear above me.
I concentrate on not letting my teeth touch his madly thrusting shaft. Then without any warning he starts blowing his ball juice into my mouth. There is a lot of it. He probably has not cum in several days. So I take it all. I almost choke, but still very little escapes my lips. Then just as the last drop falls out of the pee slit onto my tongue, I hear him say. "OK faggot. Get the fuck out of here. Check in with me when you get off the bus tomorrow, I will let you know when I want to use you again."
And that was it. I was walking out of his bedroom, into his empty house. Out the back door, around the side, across the road, and then to my house. I still taste him. I can smell his cum. And I remember the taste of his ass. I am actually dizzy. The pleasure for me is in some strange way totally intense even though I haven't touched my dick. I race to my bedroom, close the door, and wank off furiously. I make it last as long as I can. Then I cum while thinking about which of his friends he is going to tell about me. I hope it is the whole soccer team......
End part 1. E-mails welcome to bistud77@hushmail.com.