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I Love Being Kyle's Bitch Part 1
"Get your ass over here you fucking faggot!" yelled Kyle from the side of his bed.
I hurried over, eager for the ass pounding that I knew was coming. I was Kyle's bitch, and I was starting to realize that I was always going to be, no matter what my previous plans had been. And I loved it.
My name Is Joey. I'm 19, and I just started my sophomore year of college. I'm 5'10, about 160lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, with a 7" cut cock that I'm relatively proud of. I'm pretty smooth, and I shave my stomach ever since I was on swim team in high school. Swimming gave me a pretty good body, and I also played lacrosse, although I was never very good at it. Too manly, I guess. That's where I met Kyle. He was one of the captains of the team. A big, built, jock. Kyle is about 6'3, 180 pounds of muscle, brown hair, bright green eyes, and one of the biggest, fattest cocks I've ever seen. Kyle's cock is about 9" cut. And it's not just long, its thick, too. About as thick as a beer can. The kind that really stretches an asshole out. He has the most amazing balls too. Huge, cum-filled low hangers that swing as he walks around the locker room, obscenely stretching out his jockstrap, clearly not embarrassed to show off his assets.
We met playing lacrosse in high school. Even though I wasn't very good, he still knew who I was just by being on the team. We were in most of each others classes though, and that was where we did most of our socializing with each other. We had a lot of common interests, but I could always tell that he valued his superior athletic prowess more than any of his other skills, and to him, being better than me was the only fact that mattered about our friendship. It was like that all through high school. Kyle was Mr. Popular, a hot jock athlete that was friends with everyone and got any girl he wanted. He knew he was better than me, and every so often he'd do something to make sure I didn't forget it. One time, there was a dance at our school, and he asked me who I was bringing just so he could fuck her first. And he did, in less than 24 hours. But, I was his tag-along, and I did anything he wanted me to just so he would let me hang around him.
After high school, Kyle went to a state school an hour or two away, but I stayed home and went to the local community college. It wasn't until after high school that I started having sex with men, when I discovered a glory hole in the bathroom of my schools' library. My life changed that day, and from then on, I would spend hours sucking any cock that came through the hole, swallowing huge mouthfuls of warm, gooey college-boy sperm. It wasn't long before I developed something of a reputation. I was always there, and when I would leave my shirt and neck would be covered in cum that had dribbled down my chin. I spent more time sucking cock than I spent in class, but, it was a community college, so It wasn't all that difficult to keep up with my coursework. I loved that I finally had an outlet for all my horny cocksucking fantasies, while still remaining anonymous and secure in my closeted, straight-acting lifestyle. As far as I knew, none of my friends or classmates had any idea that I was gay, and the best part was that I had probably sucked more than a few of their cocks!
That was how I began my cocksucking career, and it lasted until May when school got out and the lines of eager college boy dick thinned out. Also, all my friends from high school were home, and we got back into the groove of hanging out with each other, drinking or driving around smoking pot, because there wasn't much else to do in our small town. That was what we had been doing the first night that I sucked Kyle's cock.
We had been at one of our mutual friends houses, watching tv and drinking some beer. Kyle was always a big drinker, where I preferred to smoke pot. By the time our buddy had gotten ready to go to sleep, Kyle was pretty drunk. So, I was driving us home, casually smoking a blunt when Kyle started talking about his school, all the girls he had fucked, some of the funny shit he and his friends had gotten into. I told him that community college had been pretty boring, and that after I got out of class, there wasn't too much to do except hang out at my parents house. That was when he dropped it.
"I heard you got a new hobby, and that you're pretty good at it." He said pointedly. I was stoned and didn't put it together at first.
"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.
"Cut the bullshit, man. I know you're a big fucking cocksucker. You blow like tons of dudes dicks."
"Wha, what?" I stammered. I had been busted.
"Come on Joey. I always knew you were a fag, from the way you stared at our whole team in the locker room, and especially my big swinging dick. You suck dick at your school every day now, and I've heard from a couple of other kids that went to community this year that it was you. Half the kids in our graduating class that went to go to school went to community college, you didn't think anybody knew it was you?'
"So I'll tell you what, faggot. I've been sitting here with a boner all night getting drunk and even hornier then usual `cause all my regular bitches aren't here. So, you are gonna blow me. Pull over." He said matter-of-factly.
"But dude, Kyle, what if somebody drives by while I'm blowing you?" I said, trying to get him to do it somewhere else.
"Don't call me that" he answered.
"What?"
"I said don't call me that. Kyle is what my friends call me. You call me sir." He explained.
"What?" I said again, stupidly.
"Did I fucking stutter, faggot?! You are a FUCKING FAGGOT, and from now on you're going to get me off whenever I FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT! You are a cocksucking, faggot piece of shit, and I'm not friends with faggot pieces of shit. Now pull the fucking car over, get out, and get on your knees!"
I did what I was told. I got out of the car with the headlights still on, while Kyle got out and came around the front of the car. I got on my knees. Kyle laughed.
"Stand up faggot, and strip."
"Please Kyle, we're in the middle of the road, what if people drive by and see us? What if..."
Kyle slapped me hard across the face, my vision got fuzzy for a second before returning to normal.
"I already told you once, faggot. You call me sir, or nothing at all. Don't fuck up again." Kyle told me. "Now strip."
I pulled off my shirt, and stepped out of my sandals. I started fumbling with my belt buckle.
"Hurry up, faggot, I'm horny." Said Kyle.
I undid my belt and pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them. I was standing there in my small white Hanes briefs, in the middle of the road, the headlights of my car bathing me in bright light and making my briefs almost glow. I was so embarrassed, and worried who was going to drive past and see me. I noticed that I was hard; my briefs were bulging like I couldn't believe. Kyle noticed too, and laughed at me.
"Looks like you can't even wait for this, faggot" he said derisively as he grabbed his crotch. "That's good enough, I don't really want to see your dick anyway. Get on your knees."
I did as I was told. Kyle walked up to me, undid his shorts, and pulled them down to about his knees. His huge cock was clearly hard and stretching out his black Underarmour boxer briefs. He grabbed my head and jammed it into his crotch. I could feel where his cock was leaking precum into his boxer briefs, as the wet, silky material moved across my face. His balls were sweaty on the hot summer night, and were all I could smell.
"Suck my cock." He demanded.
I immediately pulled the waistband of his Underarmour boxer briefs under his nuts. I had never seen his cock hard before, and definitely not this close. It was beautiful. So big, so thick. Perfectly circumcised, I couldn't even see the scar under the huge mushroom head. It stood straight out from his body, the piss slit looking me right in the eyes. His balls were huge, hanging halfway down his thighs. Shaved.
I must have stared too long because Kyle grabbed the back of my head and said "If you're not gonna suck it then I'll just fuck your mouth." And with that he shoved his cock into my mouth, all the way into my throat. I felt something near my tonsils crunch, and started to gag.
"Aww, what's the matter fag? Never sucked one this big before? Too bad, you better get used to it." Kyle laughed.
And then he started to skullfuck me like I had never been. Even though he kept pulling his huge 9" cock almost all the way out of my mouth on every thrust, when he rammed it back in it was too hard and too far down my throat for me to breathe at all. Tears streamed down my face as his huge meat rearranged my windpipe. My cock had gone soft, all I could think about was trying to breathe. I managed to get into a rhythm where I got short gasps in between his thrusts, and I started getting hard again. I looked up at Kyle's muscular body, his perfect 6 pack abs as they went back and forth, his huge shaft as he repeatedly buried it to the pubes in my mouth. This went on for a good 10 minutes before Kyle told me,
"Here it comes, faggot. Here's the reward you wanted." I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. We made eye contact, and he smiled at the sight of his cock being sucked by his pathetic faggot ex-friend. Right then, he rammed his cock as far down my throat as it could go, and unloaded wave after wave of cum. It flooded out of my mouth, and he pulled out and shot the last couple across my face.
The front of my white Hanes briefs were so soaked with precum they were practically see through. Kyle pulled his shorts up, and told me "Eat all of that cum." So I started to lick it off my face, scooping it up with my fingers and greedily eating it. It was so good, thick, creamy, gooey. Not watery at all. This was real man's cum, thick and white like a vanilla milkshake. The best I had ever tasted. I pulled out my own dick and started to jack off. I was so busy doing that, I didn't notice Kyle pull out his cell phone and start taking pictures until I heard the camera sound.
"These are for later, fag." He told me.
I didn't want to think about what he was going to do with them so I shut my eyes and concentrated on getting myself off. Kyle announced he had to piss and walked back to the side of the road next to the car. Being 5 feet from my car's headlights with the engine running, I didn't hear the other car coming down the road until they were maybe 200 feet away. I looked up, mortified, kneeling in the road in nothing but tighty whities, my hard dick in my hand and cum all over my face. The car honked its' horn, and sped by while the passengers all laughed and jeered at me. I looked up at them, they were other kids I had known from high school, probably coming from the party we had recently left. I could hear them shouting "Queer! " and "Fucking faggot!" at me as they drove off.
I looked back around to see Kyle come back out from around the side of the car. He was grinning and still holding his dick. I was bright red, completely humiliated. Kyle just laughed.
"Whats the matter faggot? Don't like putting on a show?"
I just shook my head no.
"Well that's too bad for you, huh faggot? Looks like other people are gonna find out what a fag you are too!"
I was so humiliated. I had just found out that a guy who I thought of as my best friend knew I was gay, and was disgusted with me. Then he facefucked me in the middle of the road in my briefs, leaving me to get myself off after, and what happened? A car full of people drove by and saw it!
I didn't know what to do. I actually started to cry a little, I couldn't believe this had happened. Right about then I felt something hot hit my face and splash all over me. I turned my head up and opened my eyes for a split second before Kyle's piss got in them. It burned, and I heard him laughing. Kyle was standing over me, his 6" soft cock in his hand, pissing all over my face.
"Aaagkcgh stop Kyle, plea.." was all I could get out before he took aim at my mouth and flooded it with a heavy stream of piss. It stank and tasted like bitter, stale beer.
"Oh whats the matter faggot?" he asked, "fags love jock piss almost as much as they love cum, right?"
I just shook my head no as best I could and his piss splashed from one side of my face to the other. He was still laughing.
"Fine then if you want me to stop giving you my piss for now I will," he said, and he turned away from me to finish up his lengthy night-of-drinking plus busting-a-nut piss on the ground next to me. When I could finally get my eyes open I saw that he was pissing all over my pile of clothes.
"If you aren't gonna drink it, then you can just wear it, faggot!" he laughed in my face. "Now put that shit back on and take me back to my place."
I stood up. My white Hanes briefs were completely soaked with piss. I pulled my shorts over my legs and they stuck to me. My previously white t-shirt was drenched in it too, and it clung to my chest and arms as I moved back to the car. I was completely covered in piss and could feel it on every part of me every time I moved.
I was still crying a little bit on the way home. Kyle just laid back and laughed to himself and what he'd done to me. He said "You know you're such a whiny little bitch. You always were, but now you're a whiny little FAGGOT bitch. What the fuck is your problem, anyway? We both know you love sucking cocks, and we both know you wanted mine. You should count yourself lucky I gave it to you. Fags like you live for jock dick like mine. You were my bitch before I even let you have it, and you know what that tells me?" he asked. "It tells me that you're a queer-ass worthless COCKSUCKING FAGGOT with nothing better to hope for than servicing the dicks of men that are everything he's never gonna be. That about wrap you up in a nutshell, fag?"
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to argue, to tell him that I was going to finish school and be somebody someday, but I couldn't. He was right, and it hit me like a sack of bricks. What I really wanted, was to suck cock. Jock dick. All day, every day. To suck their cocks, and to eat their loads. I couldn't believe that I had never figured it out before. As I sat there in shock, thinking about how Kyle had pegged me dead on, I heard myself say "Yes."
"Yes what faggot!" he demanded.
"Yes, sir. I love sucking cock. I wanna do it all the time." I admitted.
"Yeah, you do. And you're gonna, all summer. And more. You're my bitch now, and I'm gonna treat you like one. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of every hole you have all summer, whenever the fuck I feel like it. And you, faggot, are gonna love it."
With that I saw that we were in front of Kyle's parents' house. I pulled up and he got out. Before he shut the door he turned and looked at me with a shit-eating grin and said "Get an air freshener or something faggot, your car smells like piss." Then he started laughing and went inside.
I drove back to my apartment (I'd moved out of my parents' house when I started going to college,) and went inside. The first thing I did was peel off my piss soaked clothing. As I took my clothes off I saw myself in briefs in the mirror and all in a rush everything that had happened tonight flashed in my head again. I got so horny that I laid down on the floor and jacked off twice before I took a shower, and then again once I got into bed. I feel asleep thinking about Kyle's huge cock and load, and how many times I was going to get it this summer.
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