Joss and the Happy Mistake

Author: Mike Darwin

Joss and the Happy Mistake Pt2

I felt so dirty after Brett had fucked my mouth and sprayed me with his piss in the stairwell of the flats. Not in a negative way. In a very positive, sexy, excited way, because I knew the very least he would do, was use my mouth as his alternative pussy and dump his fuck muck down my throat. Apart from the brief sprinkle of piss he waved my way, I knew what was coming. My first encounter with Brett behind the pavilion was a bit of a blur, although some moments were etched in my memory. I was scared, shocked, and confused at the time. I'd been caught red handed and it all happened so quickly.

I walked home thinking that if that was all he ever did to me, at least it would probably be on a regular basis. Of course I wanted, hoped and prayed for more than that. I had so many fantasies stored up in my mind. I wanted Brett to do them all to me. Maybe it was because it was my first couple of sexual experiences that I attached so much meaning to them. Whatever reasons were behind it, I wanted more. I wanted Brett to do all the dirty things I had fantasised about a boy doing to me. I wanted to be near him all the time so that I could be his bitch, his personal cumswallowing, cocksucking bitch. I knew then that I wanted to take all that he was prepared to give me.

Although I was elated at the thought of regular sex with Brett, I still had feelings for Nathan. Only now I wasn't sure whether those feelings were love, or just lust, like I had towards Brett. Who was I kidding, Nathan was never going to feel anything for me. It was all in my head. So he spoke to me once in a while and offered to help me out over the summer with a bit of painting. He was at a loose end because his plans had changed, not because I was his friend or that he felt anything remotely resembling love for me.

By the time I got home I was so horny and ready for a huge wank, that I didn't see my brother sunbathing on a lounger on the patio. I scooted straight up to my room. Thinking I was alone, I popped into Ryan's room to grab some dirty underwear or socks, whichever were the most pungent, to enhance my wank. I found a nice stiff cheesy pair lurking under his bed and purloined them. Back in my room I embarked on a long slow wank, sniffing my bro's socks and recalling my first two encounters with Brett. I shot my lot with such intensity I nearly hit the ceiling. Well it felt like it anyway.

I decided to have one of my rare showers and try to smell a bit better in case Brett summoned me. I didn't want him to stop using me because I stank so much. I even contemplated washing my hair. Put the flags out ! I slipped Ryan's socks back into his room and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. On my way back to my room, I bumped into Ryan striding down the hallway. Clad only in a skimpy pair of budgie smugglers, he startled me because I thought I was alone. "Shit", I thought, I could have been caught red handed if Ryan had decided to come indoors just a little earlier. I'm going to have to be more careful.

"Hey Grime." Ryan chirped.

Grime was Ryan's affectionate, and I have to say accurate, but nonetheless embarrassing name for me. Being the sex crazed teen I was, I took a good look at Ryan's unrepentant package straining to be contained in the ludicrously tiny swimming trunks.

"I didn't know you were home."

"Yeah, I was supposed to spend the day with Grace but she had to help her mum with some shit or other so I had nothing to do but take in some rays."

Grace and Ryan had been going out together for around six months. She's a really nice girl. I never figured my brother would go out with a black girl but if you saw her you'd have to agree, she was model material. Stunningly beautiful, slim and very intelligent. Any guy in his right mind would walk over hot coals to get with her. Unless of course you weren't into black lasses. My mind started to wander. I pictured Ryan slamming his dick in and out of her wet pink cunt while I licked his shaft and balls.

"Hey! Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" Ryan quizzed sternly. Shower, hair washed, have you been taken over by an alien or what?" He couldn't stifle his laughter.

I snapped out of my daydream and pushed past Ryan. It was a good job I was holding my dirty clothes in front of me, I was starting to get another hardon.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, retard !" I mumbled as I scurried to my room.

I put on some clean clothes and went downstairs to grab a bite to eat. I have to stop drifting off into sexual daydreams when I talk to people or I'm going to be rumbled. It was still early afternoon and I had nothing to do for the rest of the day. I decided to spend the afternoon at the park so I slung my board on my bike and headed off. After a couple of hours of skateboarding I was knackered.

Much to my disappointment, I didn't hear from Brett until the next morning. The vibration of a message alert woke me. At first I was annoyed because it was 7am for gods sake. Then I saw the message was from Brett. Excitement and elation came calling. I opened the message, it read:

"Oi stinkfuck, come now, 43 Coleridge road its the last house on the right. Go in the side gate and down to the summerhouse at the bottom of the garden be fucking quiet and don't get seen the door's unlocked, ow long."

I quickly looked up the address and gauged it would take me ten minutes on my bike. I texted Brett back as I scrambled to get dressed and out the door. I peddled as fast as I could manage. I got to Coleridge road in just over ten minutes. It was a tree lined cul-de-sac with bungalows mostly and a peppering of detached houses. Brett's house was huge and the areas to each side were wooded so I dumped my bike in the trees where it would be well hidden and sneaked quietly through the side gate into the back garden. The summerhouse must have been all of 40 metres from the house and properly secluded.

I nervously turned the handle and opened the door. The first thing that hit me was the smell of weed, it dominated but gave way to a deeper underlying aroma of cheddar feet, sex, sweat and funky young boy smells. Brett was lying on a huge corner sofa entangled in a duvet. He wearily raised his head and turned to speak

"what the fuck kept you asswipe?" he said obviously annoyed.

"Sorry, I had to look up the address."

"Yeah yeah, alright just suck me off, den ya can clean up in 'ere a bit an' fuck off. I'll text ya again later"

I was expecting to receive a helping of scally God fuckjuice but not cleaning duties. I shrugged it off and dropped to the floor. I lined myself up with his crotch, while Brett turned on his side and shifted to the edge of the sofa. . He flipped the duvet over my head and told me to get to work "no hands". Now completely in the dark under the duvet I was engulfed by Brett's body smells. I would have knelt there all day if I could, it smelt so dam good. But there was work to do as Brett put it. I pushed my head forward searching for his cock. My nose found his bollocks and I instinctively put my tongue out and started to lick them vigorously. My tongue moved up his straining, throbbing shaft and I deftly slipped my lips over his helmet. With just the head in my mouth I reposition so he had a better angle to fuck me in the mouth.

He groans a little and lets me suck his meat in and out of my mouth but soon starts to hump the hot wet hole so willingly provided. It doesn't take long and he starts to thrust faster. Then his hand finds the top of my head and I know he's going to go for it. He stabs his pussy pleaser deeper and faster still holding my head. He tensed up and grunts a couple of times before his cock pulses the contents of his balls like a syphon and delivers a satisfying meal of scally sperm to my grateful taste buds.

"Ahhorrgh, fuck I needed dat." Brett said

"Thank you Master Brett." I whispered from under the duvet

I kissed his spent fuel rod tenderly and left him to sleep. The room was gloomy with the curtains drawn but my eyes had been under the duvet in pitch black so I was accustomed to the low light. The room was huge. A full kitchen area, strewn with empty packets, bottles and cans. The sink naturally was full of dirty dishes. The lounge area, as I further surveyed, was just as cruddy. I resigned myself to the task at hand. A super horny teenager had just used a willing mouth to dump his morning load of fuckslop into, and the lucky mouth was mine. It was like I had just dined and had to pay the bill.

I started with the kitchen. I retrieved leftover pizza from the boxes, plated them and put them in the fridge, I washed up, cleared all the debris and washed and polished all the surfaces. I cleaned up in the lounge area as best I could, not wanting to disturb Brett. All I could do really was to straighten up a bit. I folded his clothes neatly but not without taking a good whiff of his boxer briefs. Feint smudges from his buttcrack inhabited the white cloth, enriching the aromatic experience. Oh MG, instant hardon. I spent a delightful ten minutes sniffing his socks and trainers. They were outstanding. I appreciated the well worn imprints of his feet on the insole of his Nike TN's, They matched the dirty imprint on the underside of his socks, which had an equally moreish smell. No time to properly have a wank, so I just rubbed my stiff cock through my jeans and let it explode in my boxers.

Refreshed by my sneakers and sock sniffing, I tackled the bathroom. It was reasonably clean apart from a few towels and some tops left off of the toiletries. I was able to spend a bit of time polishing the tiles, floor, sink and mirrors. Naturally I had a raging boner, thinking about Brett letting his bladder empty into the toilet bowl, none too carefully judging by the state of the floor. When I was done with the bathroom, I had a good look around to see if there was anything else I could do. The only other room in the summerhouse was the bedroom but the door was closed.

Gingerly, so as not to make any noise, I inched the door ajar. The bed was occupied by a young man and a female. I dare not go in and disturb them so I gave one more quick look around and was satisfied that I'd done what could be done. A stealthy walk through the garden and I was back where I'd left my bike. I pedalled like mad to get back home. The ride gave me a chance to reflect. It seemed like Brett was baby stepping me into being his bitch, although I thought there was no need. I was ready for the full on Brett anytime.

It could be that he's testing me. Seeing how far I would go. Or taking things slowly so as not to scare me. Thinking back to Dryden Towers and that little spray of piss, which I didn't object to, the early morning summons and now the cleaning. It had to be his way, however frustrating, of bringing me into line, conditioning me perhaps. I didn't really see the point. In my mind, I'd already demonstrated that I would be compliant.

That boy had allowed me to lick and suck his most private parts: let me bring him to climax, ejaculated his precious sperm down my throat and shared a moment of ecstasy. Why would I jeopardise that. He could easily find someone among his crew or the many followers and admirers he had, to do whatever the fuck he wanted. He was so fucking awesome. He could probably tell any of his straight mates to suck him off and they would. But he had chosen me, to be his personal servant, and whatever the demand I was just grateful to be wanted, especially in the way he wanted to use me.

I was proud of what I'd done and hoped that Brett would be pleased with my efforts. He obviously had plans for me later and the thought of what he might get me to do was thrilling. It had taken me a couple of hours to get everything done and by the time I got home it was 10ish. The day wore on at an excruciatingly slow pace. I busied myself cleaning my room and doing some laundry, much to the surprise of my mum and brother. They must surely think I'm ill. By 4pm I was feeling the anticipation of the coming night and had to spank the monkey. It took the edge off of things and calmed me down a bit.

Brett finally texted me at 6pm, just as I was finishing a much welcomed plate of chicken nuggets my mum had cooked. I thanked her as I left the table and told her I was going round a mates house for the evening. She called out to me as I darted to my room.

"Don't be too late home, and don't get into any trouble."

I gave mum a "yeah" and rode to Brett's at warp speed. This time I didn't have to dump my bike in the trees. Brett had explained where there was a driveway that led to the back of the summerhouse. I found it no problem, parked my bike, and tapped on the door. I could hear music and voices as I waited. A really sexy ginger guy answered the door. He looked me up and down and shouted back into the room.

"Ee's `eer."

I stepped in, following the ginger kid, to see Brett sat playing a video game.

"Oi stink, das Kyle, ee's one ov me crew, be good to im. Get us a beer an shove a pizza in da oven I'm fuckin ank." (Hank Marvin, starving -- cockney rhyming slang)

This was going to be interesting to say the least. Surely Brett wouldn't do anything to me while he's mate was there. If that was the case, why did he get me over? Maybe it was just to do more cleaning or something. "Fuck", I thought, no fun for me unless Kyle leaves. I dutifully got beers from the fridge and handed them to the boys who were engrossed in the game. I chucked a peperoni pizza in the oven and set the timer.

"Come eer an take care ov me an Kyle's feet. " Brett instructed. "Ee's bin moanin all fuckin day ee's feet are achin' an ya might as well do mine an all."

I'd dreamt about a situation like this but now it was happening I was a bit nervous. So far I'd only got to fantasise using my brothers socks. Both lads had their feet up on the coffee table. Their trainers squeaked against the polished wooden table top as they played and moved their legs, responding to their moves in the game. They were in high spirits as they chugged beer laughing and jostling on the sofa.

I started with Brett, the Master, of course. I lifted his leg slightly by the Achilles tendon to ease off one of his black Nike Vapoumax. Kyle was wearing white/pure platinum/black Nike Air Max.

"Oi, fuckin lick da soles clean first." Reprimanded Brett. "You gotta earn it before ya get ya lucky beak in some proper good scally stink."

Not my favourite thing to do, but the prize was within striking distance. Two scally fuckers wearing fuck off mint trainers were about to let me take care of their tired feet. The soles weren't too mucky so I launched into a frenzy of tonguing the grimy soles. Brett didn't make me suffer long and gave me a nod, indicating I could go to the next stage.

You simply can't imaging the joy I experienced when I removed Brett's trainer. The heat and dampness invaded my nostrils. satisfying every sense I had. The sight was glorious. The smell was undeniably rich and pungent. My face was only inches from his foot and, no word of a lie, in that moment I could also taste it. I took his socked foot in both hands and pressed my face against the sole, sucking in as much of the life giving aroma as I could. My groin was on fire, pumping white hot blood into my cock and my balls were churning in their sac. I swear I came close to ripping apart the crotch of my jeans. It was like fucking catnip. I just wanted more and more of it.

I swiftly removed Brett's other trainer and did the same to that foot. Turning my attention to Kyle's offering, I made the same moves. Kyle's smell was more sweaty, more metallic. Nevertheless it was still a gift from the gods. The sight of the boys soiled socks made my cock start to throb. They were grubby and had been encasing their feet all day, soaking up the sweat while they no doubt swaggered around intimidating people and generally being aggressive. I rubbed my face in the soles of the two boys feet whilst I massaged from foot to foot with my hands. I noticed Kyle scrunch his toes when I put my face on his soles. Either he really liked it or it tickled him a bit. I was so busy revelling in the exquisite moment, I hadn't noticed that the boys had gone quiet and stopped playing their game.

When I raised my head a little to start removing the duo's socks, I saw Brett put his hands down the front of his trackie bottoms and start to massage his junk. Kyle looked across at Brett and followed suit.

"Yeah, das it Stink, get on me fucking plates an give em a good ol lick ya cunt im getting a right fuckin boner." Brett said. "Queers love it, day all do. Go mad fer mint scally lads: all ov em. Day can't get enough dirty cock an proper man spunk. So why not use one when ya got a fuckin ard on an make im suck ya knob init. I got dis one cos e fucked up an put a love letta in me locker."

"Fuckin twat in'e." Kyle chimed in.

"E's alwight. Poor cunt jus needs feedin scally fuckmuck init. Ee'll do anyfink fer it"

They both howled with laughter. I knew Brett was right, I would do anything for it, well nearly anything. I had peeled all four socks off and started to lick Brett's soles. They tasted amazing. My mouth engulfed as much of his foot as I could get in and my tongue danced between his toes. I licked both of his feet clean and was just about to start on Kyle, the ginger god when Brett spoke.

"Ahhw man das fuckin awesome, I'm right fuckin orny."

He pushed his tracksuit bottoms down a bit to release his aching pole from its confines.

"Come on cunt, get yer mouf round dis, I gotta blow me load."

I sat sideways next to Brett and went down on him. For the third time I had this fit scally tough guy in my mouth. Brett was in no mood for a slow blowjob and before I could get into rhythm, he was shafting my mouth like a jackhammer. I could see Kyle watching intently and stroking himself. No doubt eagerly waiting his turn. Brett continued to thrust his rigid cunt filler between my lips, stopping only occasionally to take two or three slow pushes while he pressed my head down hard so he could get deep into my pussy mouth , his personal cocksleeve.

"Aarghroh, aarghaw, fffuuuuuck, aargh yeah.

Brett launched his jizz with such force that I could feel the hot spurts hit the roof of my mouth. Each shot was clearly distinguishable. He bent forward and lifted his legs at the same time as his spunk gushed out almost going into spasm.

"Ohh man, you gotta get sum o dis." Brett recommended to Kyle. "It beats a fuckin wank an even me burd don't let me do dat to `er, It's fuckin mint mate, av some."

Brett pushed me away and told me to get on Kyle and give him some of the same. I was looking forward to this. A new cock to suck, what a delight ! Kyle's pulveriser was long thinish and dead straight. It was a near perfect cylinder with a helmet that resembled something like the head of a slightly lopsided mushroom. He was cut, but it had been done skilfully and the skin was smooth and soft.

I picked up on Kyle's scent as I moved in closer to swallow his cock. He had a distinctly peppery smell. He was lean and his skin was pale, like most ginger guys. Kyle had pulled up his Adidas polo shirt revealing his washboard abs and slid his matching tracksuit bottoms halfway down his thighs. The cinnamon pubes that crowned his meat were fine but the crop was quite thick. His package was finished off with a pair of fairly small testicles in a loose but not low hanging hairy sac.

I was about to receive cum load number five from giver number two. Not bad, considering it had only been 2 days since my first. I so loved my new found sense of worth. I had purpose, I was useful. I stuck out my tongue and licked Kyle's shaft. It tasted sweaty and smelled of long imprisoned slimy scally cock. I tried to lick his balls but his legs being close together, I was only able to tongue the front of his sac. Kyle made no effort to hold my head and just kept his hands by his sides. I sucked his cock smooth and slow yo-yoing up and down like a chickens head when it walks.

Kyle seemed to want it to last longer than Brett. Not even moving his hips. It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to have to bring him off with just my mouth. I made an extra effort to stimulate his helmet with my tongue but I needn't have worried because he let go his sperm without so much as a whimper. The thick and spicy fluid coated the whole of my mouth. I swallowed it down and mixed it with Brett's like the good boy I am.

It was all over far too soon. The oven chimed, letting me know the pizza was done so I served the boys and got them another beer each. They were back into their game, munching pizza and guzzling beer. I didn't know what I was supposed to do now. Should I say something, ask Brett what I should do. I decided to just sit quietly on my heels by the side of the sofa and watch them play. Two hours passed while they both drank and smoked weed. I only got up to clear the pizza rubbish and a few beer cans.

Brett answered his phone and talked to someone for a few minutes. Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Brett told me to answer it. The sight that greeted me was a stern, handsome looking guy. The horseshoe nose ring he wore made him look quite a hard nut. His eyes were deep set and his lips full. A chiselled jaw and flawless tanned skin made him look like a model. His shoulders broad and square. Like Brett, his frame was lean but he was taller. He stepped inside and sat down. They all exchanged `sups" and fist bumps and started talking.

"Oi, oi, oi." Brett interjected. "I got meself a fuckin spunk guzzler init. I'm gonna let da crew use im. "ees called Stink. Oi Stink, dis is Jam. Gaw on Jam, introduce yerself to im. Give `im a taste ov ya muck."

"Naah, yer awlright, I int orny am I."

"I said fuckin introduce yerself, gaw on, get in dere an give im a taste ov yer muck, proper. Fuckin gaw on."

Jam, really wasn't in the mood but Brett had made it quite clear it wasn't a request. He walked over and straddled me, inched down his sweatpants and boxer briefs and just stood there. He had a mass of thick black pubes and his dick hung limply past his nutsac. It was thick though, very thick.

"Get on his todger Stink, gaw on, show im what ya can do." Brett said.

I picked up the lifeless noodle and put it in my mouth. I didn't dare look up. I got my tongue inside his foreskin and circled it around his helmet 360 degrees, took the whole soft plonker in my mouth and drew back slowly, then repeated the process. His foreskin heldan extra delight. There was definitely a coating of smeg that gave his cock a savoury taste. Probably not washed for a day or two. Maybe that was the reason he wasn't keen on me blowing him. Nevertheless, hiss fat cock grew quickly in my mouth and within just a minute I had the pussy pleaser throbbing at full tilt. It was truly a mouthful and I struggled a little but persevered. Although Jam had by far the strongest smell, I liked it all the more.

Once he was hard, he started getting into it and was rocking his hips back and forth, then he took my head in his hands and started to pound my mouth in earnest. With one final push deep into me, he blasted a huge hot load down my throat. His fuckjuice tasted peanuty as I swallowed it. He stepped aside and I saw that Brett and Kyle were both standing behind him, stroking their cocks and one after the other they had another go using my mouth to inject me with their scally seed.

This was by far the best day of my young life. The fact that I was willing to be subjected to this treatment had no real bearing on the matter. I was there to be used by these scally teens, like it or not. Brett made it clear on that first encounter that I was his bitch and I better do as I was told or I was dead. I was hostage to his demands, his whims. I was a thing to be used for their gratification. Somewhere in my warped mind, I rationalised this as being wanted. When you're as different or weird as I am, believe me, it certainly feels like being wanted.

I was hoping that there would be more of the crew arriving so that I could feast on more scally cock, but it didn't look like it. It was around 9 o'clock by now and I figured the later it got the chances lessened. I couldn't stay too late, my mum would be furious. She let me have a pretty free reign as it was but I didn't want to abuse it and loose my freedom to service Brett and the crew. I started to straighten up again while they all took the piss out of each other and smoked and drank. From the kitchen area I heard Brett on his phone getting a bit angry with whoever he was talking to.

"yeah, ee's ere now, fer fuck sake urry up." Then Brett hung up. "Oi Stink, what time ya gotta be ome?"

"I have to be home by 11." I said, quickly adding a late "Sir."

"Oooow, fuckin Sir, ee's fuckin mental init, der fag finks you a Sir, ee is so fucked up." Kyle mocked.

"Oi Sir Brett." Jam said, through fits of laughter.

"Fuck off, ee's got respect fer ee's boss init. Fuckin does as ee's told an keeps quiet. Ee's fuckin mint mate, did ya a nice sloppy knob nosh din't ee. Anyway, I say we need a fuckin fag when wee'z orny ta oover up da spunk init. Ee's gonna be useful fer all sorts mate, you wait.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. I glanced over to Brett to get permission to answer it and he gave a quick nod of approval. I jumped up and answered the door. Four lads breezed in, all looking absolutely fit as fuck. One was a mean, hard looking guy much in the same vein as Brett and the other was a clean, boyish looking kid. Judging by the look of the two smaller, shorter boys, they were brothers and a little younger than the others. They all had that unmistakeable "couldn't give a fuck" swagger and confidence about them that all scallies have.

Countless fist bumps and sup's later, and they were toking on spliffs and chugging down cans of beer which I'd handed out. Brett told them I was there to be used when they wanted to bust a load out and they should all have a go on me now because I had to be home soon. The first to take a turn was Cole He came over to me, took hold of the back of my shirt collar and dragged me behind the sofa. Then he slung me against the wall and flopped his tackle out. Looking over to the rest of the guys and exchanging banter with them as if I wasn't there he aimed his dick at my face and plunged it in my mouth.

He fucked my face like he was taking a walk in the park, one hand high on the wall, the other holding a joint and rocking his hips back and forth. He unloaded in my mouth and made way for Eddie. While Eddie was doing the business, the two brothers stood on each side wanking and slapping my cheeks with their cocks. When Eddie pulled out, the brothers, mark and Daniel were nearly ready to shoot . They inched closer together and stuffed both of their weapons in my mouth at the same time, stretching it to capacity. Right on cue, a double explosion of scally baby batter flooded my mouth. They looked at each other and started laughing, then high fived.

I swallowed every last drop of the dirty, slimy scally muck fed to me by the four of them and loved it. I was beginning to know my place and my responsibilities. Without being told, I straightened up and set about clearing up what I could before it was time to go home. Brett told me I had done a good job. He told me to fuck off home and be back early in the morning as he would be starting my training proper.

To be continued............

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