Local Service

Local Service by Derek W omksc@yahoo.com

Part 11

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The next morning I got an email from Chad. It was short and to the point:

-- Did you learn your lesson, bitch? Next time, just get on your knees, suck my dick, and shut the fuck up. If there is a next time.

That "if" made my heart start to pound. Was he serious? The prospect of not getting to suck off that stud anymore was too horrible to contemplate. I resolved then and there to be his completely compliant, quiet cocksucker from now on. I wrote back a one sentence email promising to always do what he asked in the future.

And then I waited. For the text that would summon me down to his apartment and down to my knees. It didn't come, as the days started to slip by. I began to worry maybe his threat had been serious. Considered texting him myself, but thought better of it. It was, as always, up to Chad.

One Saturday afternoon more than a week later I was going stir crazy in my apartment, wondering if he might text me for a midday blow job, or to set up something for later that night. Finally I'd had enough of the waiting and made arrangements with my friend Patrick to grab a bite in a diner a few blocks away. I needed to get out.

And it was what I needed, a pleasant lunch catching up with a friend I hadn't seen in a few weeks. Patrick and I enjoyed a leisurely meal, and were about halfway through lunch when I saw Chad enter the restaurant. I looked over but it didn't look like he had seen me, as the hostess seated him and another guy in a booth behind us on the other side of the restaurant. Or at least he didn't acknowledge me if he had seen me. The guy he was with was another hottie: curly dark hair, caramel skin, and pecs that strained the front of his T-shirt. Once they were seated they were out of my line of vision, back behind me on the other side of the restaurant.

I tried to nonchalantly swivel my head to check them out without triggering Patrick's attention. Chad was in the booth facing the other way, so that he couldn't see me, and his friend was looking down at the menu, didn't notice me looking over.

Patrick, however, picked up on it. "See something you like?"

"Oh, uh, no," I stammered. "That guy lives in my building, that's all."

"Which one? The hot one, or the other hot one?"

"Yeah, right? The one facing away from us."

Patrick kind of craned his neck to look past me towards their booth. "Well, aren't you the lucky tenant?"

I thought for a second of telling Patrick about me and Chad, but he picked up our conversation where it had left off and then the moment was over, so I didn't. About 5 minutes later my phone started buzzing. A frenzy of buzzes seconds apart. I pulled out my phone. Chad had sent me several short texts, one right after the next:

• Yes, faggot, I saw you - Go to the mens room - Get in the last stall - Wait

Holy crap. Was he serious? The idea of blowing him in the men's room was kind of hot, but maybe a little too dangerous for my tastes. I started to sweat. Should I do it?

I pushed my chair back. "I'll be back in a couple," I said to Patrick.

"Sure, no prob," he said and picked up his phone.

I had to pass Chad's booth to get to the restroom. I just strode past, not pausing or looking at him. His friend was laughing at something Chad had just said.

The men's room was empty, mercifully, though I worried if it would stay that way. There was three stalls, and I slipped into the last one, put the toilet seat down and sat. I glanced around, at least the stall was pretty clean. I rubbed the front of my jeans thinking about Chad coming in and getting his big, delicious cock back in my mouth after so long.

A couple of long minutes went by. Maybe he was playing a joke on me, and was going to make me sit there in a stall like an idiot while he laughed about it at his table. I thought about leaving. But if it wasn't a prank, and he was planning on coming in, then I didn't want to piss him off and risk him cutting me off for good. How long should I stay here? Patrick would probably start to wonder. I resolved to give it another five minutes. I closed my eyes and tried to picture his chest. Rubbed my crotch through my jeans. Got hard.

Finally I heard the door swing open. I started to sweat more. Very quiet steps, approaching, but then not. Then I couldn't hear anything. What was he doing? The silence was broken by the sound of a loud stream of water, someone pissing in a urinal. I guess it wasn't Chad after all. Then the sound stopped, and in a moment two tennis shoes appeared at the base of the stall door. There was a sharp knock. I held my breath and reached over to open the stall door.

It wasn't Chad. It was his friend. The friend stepped in and smirked at me. "So I guess Chad wasn't bullshitting me after all. You want to suck my cock?"

"What?" I said nervously.

The guy stepped all the way in to the stall, closed the door behind him. "He told me if I came down here there would be a cocksucker waiting in the last stall to blow me. So that's you, right?" I stared at him, stunned. "You're the cocksucker?"

I think I nodded. I looked up at the guy. He had a very fit body, evident from his T-shirt and jeans, though a rather plain face. Not exactly model material, but he did have a pretty studly bod.

"So, are you gonna blow me or not?"

Not exactly what I had expected to happen that morning when I called Patrick and asked to meet for lunch -- that I'd be in a bathroom stall with some strange hunk waiting for me to suck him off. Then again, not exactly a bad situation to be in either. And I didn't want to disappoint Chad, have this guy go back to the table and tell him I hadn't done it. I resolved to give this guy the best--and fastest--blow job I could manage.

I leaned forward and undid the guy's jeans, and he quickly assisted once he saw I was going to do it. He pulled his cock out and immediately put it between my lips. I tasted a drop of piss (I guess he had been the one at the urinal) but then he started to bone up right away. I looked up at him and started to suck his dick.

I tried not to think about what would happen if someone came in, and focused my attention entirely on getting him off. I pulled his cock in and out of my mouth, getting it wet and hard, and sucking him good. After a quick minute, he grabbed my long hair and pulled on it. "The angle's not good, get down on your knees," he said.

I looked down at the floor. It didn't look that dirty but I debated it. He pushed me hard, "Get down there, bitch. On your knees." In a second I was kneeling on the floor, and he started to bang his cock hard in and out of my mouth. "Look up at me." I pulled off and turned my head towards him. "No, keep sucking," he said and pushed his dick back in my mouth roughly. I rolled my eyes to look up at him. His muscular torso loomed large over me, and he started down at me with an intense but bemused expression. Like he couldn't quite believe this was happening.

He put both hands on the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth like crazy. "Take that fucking dick," he said. His hips were a blur as my forehead kept banging against his waist. He was not messing around. Then he pulled my head partially off, and grabbed his dick with one hand. I started to pull off the rest of the way, thinking he was going to come, but with his other hand he pushed my head back down. "No. Suck that cock, bitch." he said.

I was sucking half his dick, in and out, while he jerked the other half. He was jerking it real fast, and his fist banged hard against my face as he kept thrusting his cock hard in and out of my mouth. I sucked it with everything I had. I thought this might only last a few seconds, but it seemed to go on forever, and the feeling of his fist smashing into my face was intense. Finally he let go of his dick and put his hand on the back of my neck. His cock plunged all the way in, and I felt it pulsing in my throat. He was shooting hard. I couldn't breathe, tried to pull back a little, but his firm hand on my neck wouldn't let me slide out even an inch. "Swallow it," he said breathlessly. I did, though it's not like a had a choice with his dick all the way down my throat.

Eventually his hand loosened on my neck, and he stepped back and his cock slid out. "Fuck," he said quietly. He cock was hanging in front of me, glistening. This was the first time I'd really gotten a good look at it, and it was a beauty. He rubbed it against my face and my hair to clean off. "Not bad, bitch," he said, smirking at me. Then he walked out.

I tried to regain my composure and sped out of there. I couldn't quite believe my luck that no one had come in. On the way back to my table I had to pass by Chad and looked at him, searching his face for a sign of...something, I don't know what. But didn't meet my gaze, and I just went back to my table.

Patrick looked at me strangely. "You alright? You were gone forever."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said softly. I hoped there wasn't any cum visible on me anywhere. I was hardly prepared to explain how I had just gone to suck off some random guy in the men's room.

It was after midnight that same night when I was startled by loud knocking on my apartment door. I opened the door to see Chad leaning in to my door frame. He put his meaty hands on my shoulders and pushed down and back as he simultaneously pressed forward and into the apartment. In a second I was on my knees and he was pushing his crotch into my face. It felt like his dick was already partially hard under his jeans.

"Take it out and suck it," he hissed.

I reached up and undid his jeans, pulled down his underwear slightly. His cock burst into the space before me, and I leaned in to take it in my mouth. "Hands behind your back," he barked at me, and I quickly complied. Chad started a quick fuck motion, as I sucked his dick and worked to get it nice and wet. I could see light spilling in from the hallway, and I reached around his legs for the door to swing it closed, but he kicked my arm back. I faced a split-second decision: disobey him and shut the door, or risk one of my neighbors seeing my on my knees getting face-fucked.

I returned my arm to behind my back. I thought about the "if" from the email, and figured it was after midnight so little chance someone would come by. And from the way Chad started off half-hard and was fucking my mouth like crazy, this didn't seem like it would last long. I did my best to lick and suck his cock as he powered it into and out of my mouth and throat with ferocious speed. I glanced up at him, his eyes were closed and he had a faraway look on his face. Probably thinking about fucking some girl's pussy instead of my mouth. He was definitely fucking my mouth like a pussy.

In just a couple of minutes I felt the telltale signs that his orgasm was approaching. He started breathing heavier. He grabbed my hair roughly with one hand, pulled my face off him and turned my head so I was looking up at him. He grabbed his dick with the other hand. Now his eyes were wide open, he was staring down at me with a lustful sneer. "Get ready, faggot," he whispered. He pointed his dick right at my face. I saw the head of his dick throbbing inches from my eyes, and in the background his studly chest and handsome face staring down at me.

The cum shot out all at once, quietly. The first shot was a big glob that landed right on my nose and lips. Then two more shots, big ones that landed in long strands across my face, from my temples down my cheeks. A few more, smaller shots, that hit my forehead and went into my hair. It must have been a while since his last orgasm, because it was a huge cumshot that left my face and hair a gooey mess.

"Clean it off," Chad ordered, and I licked the sticky residue from his dick. Two of his fingers were kind of slimy so he made me lick them clean also, and then dried them on my shirt. He buckled himself back up and stepped back. "Jesus, cocksucker, you are fucking covered in my sperm," he said laughing. "Don't wipe it off. I want you to spend the whole night with my cum on your face. Okay?"

"Yes, Chad. I will. Thank you."

"You're welcome, fag." Chad took off. I stayed on my knees a few seconds longer, the cum settling. Then I leaned forward and closed the door. I tilted my head back so that Chad's cum wouldn't run off my face, so that it would harden in place. I licked some of it off my lips, but left the big glob under my nose all alone. It smelled strong and fantastic. My cock was super stiff, and I considered whipping it out and jerking off, but decided if I was going to sleep all night with Chad's cum on my face, I'd rather not cum just yet myself.

I woke up late the next morning, my face and hair crusty from Chad's cum. I looked at myself in the mirror, but you couldn't really see it anymore. I could still tell that it was there, could feel it hardened onto my face. I pulled out my cock and started to jerk myself, thinking about the two blow jobs I'd given yesterday. A very good day in my book.

My phone rang in the other room. It was Chad; very unusual, he never called me when he wanted a blow job, he always just texted me. "Hello?" I said.

"Hey, faggot."

"Good morning, Chad."

"Still got my cum on your face?"

"I do, actually. Thank you for letting me sleep with your cum on my face."

He chuckled. "Yeah, you're welcome bitch. Listen, that blow job last night..."

"Yes?"

"Kinda dull."

"Oh," I said, startled and worried. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be. Listen, I was thinking. You remember two weeks ago when you and that other cocksucker were here?"

"Yes."

"I want to do that again," Chad said. "That was pretty fun. So I wanna do it again."

"Okay," I said.

"This Friday night. I want you to bring another cocksucker with you. Be here at 9:00."

"Um, okay, Chad. Where do I find someone? Do you have that other guy's number?"

"No, forget him. Just find another cocksucker. This town has to be full of fags like you that would kill for the chance to suck my dick."

That was undoubtedly true, but still. "How do I find someone?"

"Christ, you are such a dumb bitch. Figure it out. Ever heard of the internet? Don't bother me with this shit. Be here Friday at nine, don't come alone, and make sure you find a good cocksucker to service me."

He hung up. How was I going to manage this? I didn't really want to, because I wanted Chad all to myself. But if that was what he wanted I resolved to find someone to bring with me. Plus, I didn't want him finding someone on his own that he might replace me with if he really was getting bored with me.

I thought about asking one of my friends and immediately tossed out that idea. They were all normal gay guys who wouldn't put up with some asshole bossing them around and dominating them and calling them names. So I spent the afternoon carefully crafting an ad for craigslist, and posted it early that evening. It read:

• Seeking submissive cocksucker to join me in servicing my straight alpha stud this Friday night. You must love to suck dick (and be good at it). Must be into foot worship and being ordered around. Your dick stays in your pants. Oral only. My guy wants to be pleasured by two cocksuckers at the same time. He is a total stud with an amazing body and cock. You won't be disappointed.

The replies started coming in almost immediately. Half of them were from people who obviously didn't pay attention to the ad and wanted to come over right now and suck my dick or have me fuck them. But I replied to the ones that seemed like possibilities, insisting on a photo and a phone number so I could discuss things first. I wanted to make sure I found someone who Chad would like.

I had it narrowed down to a few possibilities, and after several emails exchanged with one guy named Jay he seemed like a good choice so I called him to discuss. "Hi, Jay, this is Derek, from the ad."

"Hi Derek."

"Listen, I just want to go over a little more what would happen on Friday night and make sure you understand and would want to do it."

"Okay, go ahead."

"So the first thing is, my guy really is straight. He doesn't want to have anything to do with your dick, doesn't even want to see it."

"Yeah, right. I've met my share of 'straight' guys like that."

"No, I'm serious. He really is. Look, if you think he's going to do anything to you we should just forget this."

"No, no," Jay broke in. "It's cool. I get it. We're just there to service him. That's fine. I love blowing hot guys."

"Okay, another thing is that he insists on calling all the shots. He will expect you to do what he tells you, and he'll probably call you names. He's very dominant. Also you have to be into feet. That's important."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Feet are okay. We're cool, don't worry about it."

I wasn't quite sure this guy was getting it, so it was time to make things very explicit. "I just want to make sure you're not going to freak out if he pushes you down onto the floor, calls you a faggot, and steps on your face."

"Is that what he does to you?"

"Sometimes," I answered. "He's kind of unpredictable."

"I can take it, I'm a big boy. Never done it, but it sounds kind of hot."

I insisted on meeting Jay to make sure his physical appearance would be satisfactory to Chad. Not that I think Chad cared all that much what his cocksucker looked like, but I had a feeling if I showed up with an old, ugly guy he wouldn't be happy.

"Christ," Jay said. "Lot of fucking trouble for a hook-up."

"I know," I replied. "But trust me, he's that hot. It's worth it."

"He better be," Jay answered. "Or I'll be the one pushing you to the ground and stepping on your face."

We met the next afternoon. Jay turned out to be around my age, had a very trim and fit body. Not a jock, but in shape with smallish but well-toned muscles. He had sort of a pretty face, clean-shaven and pale. Everything seemed in order, we chatted just for a few minutes. Once we had the particulars out of the way it seemed strange to keep chatting, so he agreed to be at my apartment at 8:45 that Friday night and we parted.

I was a bundle of nervous energy all week, simultaneously excited for and dreading the Friday night. The last time this had happened, Chad may have had the time of his life, but for me it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. I remembered quite clearly the other guy being allowed to lick Chad's chest, and how I had felt when Chad had denied me the same experience. I hoped this time might be different, and I would be the one Chad favored. And I certainly hoped this Jay guy wouldn't fuck it up for me.

There were no texts from Chad all week. I expected him to check in and see if I had found someone, but in typical Chad fashion he didn't bother to, presumably assuming because he had told me to do it, I had done it. Friday night rolled around and I changed into an old T-shirt and pair of jeans. I was just pulling on my tennis shoes when Jay arrived, right on time. That at least was a good sign.

He walked in wearing a basketball jersey and sweatpants. "Hey, what's up?"

"Hi," I said. "Are you sure you're ready for this? Remember, Chad calls the shots. Don't expect any kind of reciprocation whatsoever. Your dick stays in your pants."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. What the fuck, you're like my mother with the nagging. But I'll tell you right now, no bareback or I'm walking out of there."

"Bareback? What are you talking about? I told you, he only uses guys for oral. He's not into fucking."

"If you say so," Jay said half-heartedly. I was starting to worry maybe this guy would not be a good match. "Well, are we going?"

"It's only quarter of," I replied. "We have to wait until it's 9:00."

He gave me an irritated look. "Whatever."

At exactly 9:00 I knocked on Chad's door. He opened it looking as hot as ever. His hair was wet, so I guessed he had just gone to the gym and showered. Which made his pecs and arms seem even larger and more toned than in their usual state. He was wearing a tight yellow T-shirt that hugged his biceps, loose fitting jeans, and sneakers.

"Hi, I'm Jay," Jay said and thrust out his hand. Chad just spun around and walked into the apartment. Jay turned to me and gave me a "what the fuck?" look. I scowled and shook my head at him. "Well, at least he's hot," Jay said under his breath.

Chad threw himself down on the couch. "Why don't you two bitches get over here and get down on your knees?" He took a swig of beer.

We walked over to the couch and I immediately dropped to my knees. Jay stood there for a moment. Chad snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. "Hit your knees. Now." Jay slowly knelt next to me. I was getting a bad feeling about this.

Chad leaned forward and grabbed Jay's face in his big hand. "You're quite the prettyboy. So, you like to suck cock, huh?" Jay didn't respond, and Chad gave him a light slap. "Answer me when I ask you a question."

"Yes," Jay said.

"You want to suck MY cock?"

"Fuck yeah," Jay murmured.

Chad leaned back and shook his head. "Fucking cocksucker." He took another drink of beer. "Let's work our way up to that, shall we?" Chad rubbed his pecs seductively. Out of my peripheral vision I could sense Jay getting turned on by this. "Why don't you bitches start by bending over and kissing my feet?"

"You still have your shoes on," Jay said. I was already on my way leaning over when I heard this, and I pulled up to look at Chad. He did not look happy.

"Yeah, I fucking know that, faggot. Don't talk unless I ask you a question, got it? No fucking backtalk." Then Chad leaned forward and spat in my face. Jay just looked over at me. Oh, great, I though. Jay speaks out of turn and I'm the one who gets spat on. Though I suppose it was ultimately my fault for bringing him here. "Now, bitches! Get down there," Chad shouted as he reached for his phone.

We both bent over and kissed Chad's sneakers. He was wearing Nike Air Max sneakers. I kissed and licked the tops of his sneaker. Chad didn't do or say anything for several minutes, I think we was just drinking his beer and doing something on his phone. Jay must have stopped because Chad suddenly barked out "Keep it up, faggots" and lifted his sneaker up to bang it against my face.

I kept on licking the top and side of his sneaker. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Jay was kind of getting into it too. Which I understood. You could put a thousand hot guys in front of me and if they told me to kiss their sneakers I would respond "get lost." But when Chad does it...well, there is just something about him that makes you want to stick out your tongue and do it.

After several more minutes of this Chad shifted on the couch and flipped his foot around, pushing my head to the floor and resting his foot on my face. The bottom of his sneaker was braced against my neck and my face turned sideways with his shoe on top of it. I could see Jay was in the same position. "Just stay down there faggots and don't bother me while I finish this."

Which I did. On my knees, bent all the way over so that my face was against the floor, the bottom of Chad's sneaker pressing my neck and face into the floor. Quite a few minutes went by. At one point Jay let out a loud sigh, which caused Chad to kick me in the face before replanting his sneaker down hard on me. I silently willed Jay to shut up and just wait.

It's hard to tell time when you are on the ground with some hunk's foot holding you down, but it seemed like it might have been ten more minutes before Chad spoke again. "Okay, all done and ready for a blow job. Get back up on your knees, bitches." Chad kicked me in the face as I raised my body and settled back on my knees. "I want to get started with one fag on my dick and one on my feet. So which of you two cocksuckers should be the lucky one who gets to taste this cock first?" He rubbed the crotch of his jeans and smirked at us. Neither of us said anything -- I learned my lesson the last time that asking for something was never a good idea. Then Chad got a sly smile on his face. "I know, we'll have a little contest. You'll each pick a foot and remove my sneaker, and the faggot who gets my sneaker off first gets the first shot at this dick."

That seemed like a strange contest to me. Chad repositioned himself so that he was lying on the couch and his feet were hanging off the end. "Get over there." We scooted over to the end of the couch, one on either side of Chad's sneakers which were dangling in the air. "Hands behind your back. You need to remove my sneaker with just your teeth." He took another drink of beer and laughed.

I looked at the sneaker hanging there and wondered how in hell I was going to remove that without using my hands. But Jay didn't waste any time, and he dove right into Chad's sneaker, grasping for the shoelaces with his teeth. He had obviously reconciled himself to Chad's attitude, and was ready to get on that dick. Well, I wasn't about to let this guy beat me. So I leaned over and grabbed the edge of the lace with my teeth.

It was actually pretty easy to untie the shoe, pulling the knot open. I grasped the tongue of his shoe between my teeth and pulled it forward, but the laced shoe was still tight and it barely moved. I got a good whiff of Chad's feet and sneakers when I had the tongue of the shoe in my mouth and my nose pressed against his foot. I realized I needed to loosen the laces a lot before I would be able to open up the shoe enough to possibly get his foot out of it. But the laces were tight against the shoe and it was hard to get a hold on them. After several failed attempts I saw I could use my tongue to get just underneath one lace in the center, and then pull it up ever so slightly with my tongue. Then I could bite on the other part of the laces that were already loose and pull them further. I started the work to make my way down the laces like this.

Chad was laughing really hard now, cackling like crazy. "Oh, shit, this is fucking hilarious. You two desperate faggots are too much."

I paid him no mind and concentrated on the task before me. After several rounds of loosening the laces and pulling down on the tongue I had definitely loosened the sneaker quite a bit. I reached around to the back of the shoe and tried to pull it down and over Chad's heel, but his foot was still wedged in too tight. But I was able to pull the sneaker down at least an inch or so, and for the first time I began to think I could actually do this. I stuffed my nose in between the side of his foot and the edge of the shoe and pushed down, and his sneaker slid a little further down. For some reason this whole time my dick got really hard.

I switched back to laces and made a lot of progress and then was again tugging at the back of the sneaker to pull it off. This time more of Chad's foot emerged from the sneaker. His heel was almost at the edge. It wouldn't be long now.

I heard a thud. My head jerked up suddenly. Chad's other foot, clad only in an ankle-high white sock, was dangling in the air, his other Air Max sneaker resting on the floor on its side. Jay was smiling. Fuck.

"We have a winner!" Chad shouted. He pulled forward on the couch and sat up. "Congratulations," he said to Jay. "You have earned the right to be Fag One." He turned to me. "You, of course, are Fag Two, loser."

"Okay, Fag One. Take off my jeans and fold them and put them over there. Then we'll see how good a cocksucker you are." Chad reached over to me and grabbed me by the neck. "Fag Two, you're not needed right now. Why don't you spend some more time with my sneakers?" He pushed my face down into the opening of his sneaker and pressed hard. It stank. Then I felt his foot pressing against the back of my neck and head to push me down even harder into this sneaker and hold me there. "Just keep your stupid ugly face out of the way while this other bitch blows me."

At that point I couldn't see what was going on. From the sounds of things, Jay had started to suck Chad's cock. I could hear slurping, wet noises. Chad started giving Jay instructions, telling him when to suck or to lick or take it deep. I started feeling pangs of jealousy. I shifted a little to try and get some fresh air but Chad's foot was like a brick and he wasn't having that.

"Hey, Fag Two. This cocksucker is halfway decent. I'm amazed you didn't totally fuck this up like usual." Jay must have stopped and looked up or something because then Chad said, "Don't fucking stop, bitch. Keep on that dick." I heard the sound of Chad slapping Jay.

Chad was pressing down so hard on the back of my neck with his foot that my nose was totally smushed against the inside bottom of his sneaker, and the smell of Chad's sneakers was unbelievable intense. I couldn't see anything with my face fully inside there but I could hear what was going on. "Suck my balls," Chad said. Then, a few minutes later, "jerk me while you lick those nuts, faggot." Then, "back on this dick."

I guess Jay was pretty good because Chad kept me on the floor for a long time, a really long time. As each minute slowly ticked by I got more and more frustrated, by the fact that Jay had won the contest, and that he was apparently really pleasing Chad and I was stuck on the floor with my face in a shoe like an idiot.

Finally Chad lifted up his foot and then kicked me hard on the side of my face so I fell out of his shoe. I landed on my side, took a deep breath. I could still smell Chad's shoes, had a feeling I would for a while. I looked over at the two of them. Jay was kneeling, his face wet and with a goofy, elated expression. Chad was totally splayed out, legs spread wide, his enormous cock slick and poking up at the ceiling. He had removed his shirt, so that perfect, smooth slab of a chest was on glorious display. My own dick, which had softened during my face-sneaker purgatory, started to stiffen again.

I got up on my knees, feeling a little lightheaded. Chad laughed at me, leaned forward and suddenly spat in my face for no reason. "Where're you going, Fag Two?" I looked at him uncertainly, and again he hocked a wad of spit in my face. "Answer me, bitch."

"Wherever you want me to."

"That's right, faggot." He sat back onto the couch. "You're going right back down there. Cuz Fag One here got me pretty close with his excellent cocksucking skills. And I am nowhere near ready to cum. So you bitches better get back on my feet while my dick relaxes for a while."

Urrrgggh. I leaned over and kissed Chad's left foot, still in his white gym sock. I so desperately wanted to get on that dick. Well, I figured, eventually he's going to want one of us to suck him again, and hopefully next time it would be me. Jay started working on worshipping Chad's other foot. I guess my worries had been for nothing, because he seemed to be pleasing Chad a lot. I started to worry if maybe Chad was liking him too much. It would totally suck if I got replaced by this dude after all the trouble I went to for Chad.

Chad was back on his phone doing who knows what while the two of sucked and licked on his feet. After a long while Chad called out, "Socks off, bitches. No hands. First one who gets my sock off gets the D." He kicked me in the face as I moved my mouth towards his foot. "See if you can do better this time, Fag Two. Though I doubt it," he scoffed.

Chad was wearing short white ankle socks that ended just over his ankle. I saw Fag One trying to get the tip of Chad's sock at his toes in his mouth, but I knew from experience removing Chad's socks with my teeth that the best way to do this was to get the other end over his ankle so you could quickly pull it off. I stuck my nose into the top of Chad's sock to lift it away from his skin and then got it into my mouth, pulled it down in several sharp tugging movements until the top of his sock slid down his ankle and I had some material to get a good hold of. I took it in my teeth and pulled down and around his heel until I had worked all of his sock over his ankle and heel.

"Watch the teeth, fucker!" Chad shouted and I heard the sound of him giving Fag One a kick. I resolved not to make that mistake.

Once I had the sock over his heel I knew I could do it. I got a bunch of sock in my mouth at the top of his foot and started to work it down, then did the same on both sides of his foot. I thought that might be loose enough to get it off, so I switched to the front of Chad's foot, took the tip of his sock in between my teeth, being careful not to bite his toes, and pulled. I got some of it off but could tell the rest would not easily go all the way. I moved back to the other side, where the top of Chad's sock was gathered in the middle of his foot. I stuck my face directly under the bottom of Chad's foot ("where it belonged," I thought of him telling me many times). I slid my tongue under his cock, which made my dick jump as my tongue connected with the bottom of his foot, and was able to get a good hold on the sock and start yanking. It wouldn't be long now. I slid my face across his foot, pulling the sock with my mouth until it was almost off, then swiveled my head around, grabbed the tip between my teeth and yanked it all the way off.

I lifted myself up on my knees, Chad's sock dangling out of my mouth. Success! He looked at me and burst out laughing. "You look fucking pathetic, Fag Two," he said. "But you won! Since Fag One is so inept at this, why don't you take off my other sock for him."

Fag One scooted back on his knees to give me space to repeat the same maneuver with Chad's other foot until finally I was able to wrest his second sock free, though Chad teased me the whole time, kicking and rubbing his bare foot against my head while I was working. "Good job, Fag Two, get up here and blow me. Fag One, you can lick my feet and suck my toes for a while."

I felt a sudden rush of pride that I had won the contest and Chad had complimented me. I tried not to think about the fact that the source of that pride was that I had pulled off someone's sock with my mouth faster. And despite the humiliation of the name, I did feel good when Chad said to me "Good job, Fag Two."

I got up fully on my knees and scooted between Chad's legs. His flaccid cock was resting there, his two big balls against his muscular thighs. "Fag Two, let's see if you can get me hard just by licking my cock. Don't fully put it in your mouth, just lick it."

As I leaned down, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up suddenly. "Cause if you can't I'll bet that other faggot can," he sneered and spat in my face.

I moved my head down and gave his cock a lick from the top of his balls to the head. Fuck, he tasted delicious, and his crotch smelled amazing. At that moment, on my knees, holding my hands behind my back, the smell of his feet still lingering in my nostrils, and my tongue lapping at the head of his cock, I thought to myself: "you are the luckiest cocksucker on the planet."

I licked Chad's cock voraciously until it began to assume its familiar hard, throbbing, remarkable form. After a while his dick was pointing north as I licked it all around the base, up and down the shaft, and across the head. I spent a lot of time licking the spot just behind the head on the underside of his dick, which I knew was always sensitive for him. He let out a few moans, which made me happy, and I think I moaned along with him. I wanted desperately to take that majestic cock all the way in my mouth, and to feel it press hard against the back of my throat. I came so close to putting my mouth over him, but admirably restrained myself. And just licked, and licked, and licked.

"You like that dick, faggot?" Chad said, looking down at me.

I nodded, "Yes, I love your dick. I love it," I said in between licks.

"Balls," Chad whispered. I slid down and started licking his luscious balls. He took his dick in his own hand and began stroking, unbelievably slowly. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed me off. I stumbled backwards and Chad stood.

Fag One was kneeling over Chad's feet, and he too moved back. I looked hungrily up at my stud. His dick was jutting forward, his beautiful, muscly chest was heaving, and his balls was swinging a few inches from my face. "Time for some face fucking, faggots!" He pulled me by my hair and bent my head back, spat at me. But his angle was wrong and his spit missed my face and landed instead on his foot.

"Lick that up, Fag One," Chad said. Fag One just looked at him. Chad turned to me. "Show him how to do it, Fag Two." I bent over and licked Chad's spit off the top of his foot until it was all gone. "Got it, faggot?" Chad said to the other guy, who nodded. "Good," Chad said, and spat again, this time intentionally towards the floor. Most of it landed on his foot, and the rest on the carpet. "Suck it all up, bitch," Chad said, slapping Fag One in the face.

He bent over and licked it up from Chad's foot. Then Chad swung his foot on Fag One's neck and pushed down, crushing his face against the carpet in the rest of his spit and holding him down there, his foot covering his face. "Stay down there and don't bother me while I'm fucking this other faggot's face."

Chad pulled me over so that I was in front of him, and speared my mouth with his cock. I let out a grateful moan, and the feeling of Chad's cock invading my mouth made my dick hard as fuck. I had my hands on my thighs to brace myself as Chad starting fucking my throat hard and fast. He slapped me in the face, twice, without stopping. "Hands behind your back, cocksucker. You know better than that."

He fucked me hard and deep. I tried my best to take it all, the precum and spit dripping down my face a little. I had to pull off at one point, gagging. Chad pulled my hair so that I was looking up at him. "You okay?" he asked, almost tenderly, as I tried to catch my breath. I nodded, as his spit suddenly rained down on me. I closed my eyes and three more gobs followed, hitting me across my face. Then his dick was back in my mouth, no chance for me to catch up.

"Hey, Fag One, why don't you get up here and lick my balls while I'm fucking this cocksucker?"

Through the blur of Chad's crotch banging against my face I could see Fag One getting up, moving behind and under Chad so that he could lick Chad's balls from behind while Chad screwed my mouth. This must have hit the spot because in a few seconds Chad started moaning and shouting. "Oh, fuck yeah, that feels awesome bitches! Keep going. Yeah!"

He was really fucking like crazy now. I don't know how Fag One was managing to keep his tongue on Chad's balls to lick them, given how fast he was thrusting his hips at me. But Fag One must have found a way, because Chad kept moaning and clearly was loving it. I had given up trying to suck or lick his cock as it made its way in and out of my throat, and just concentrated on trying to take it all and keep from choking. "I'm getting close, faggots. Too close."

Chad pulled all the way out. I could see Fag One's face under his crotch, licking him from underneath and behind his ballsac. Chad reached behind and pulled him away. "Whew! That was amazing." He threw himself back down on the couch, breathing heavy. His chest rose and fall. Fag One didn't move. My dick was straining like crazy inside my jeans. I knelt there, breathing hard myself.

For a few minutes we stayed like that, as Chad came back from his near-orgasm. No one said anything. "Okay, Fag One, you can get back on the dick now. Fag Two, you're on ball sucking duty." We started to move in, but then Chad lifted his foot and pressed it against my chest, pushing me back. "Changed my mind. Fag Two, on the floor. Get on your back." I lay down on my back, but that was not what he wanted. He kicked me in the chest. "No, you stupid faggot, lay down with your face over here, under my feet." I slid around so that I was on the floor, my head right at his feet, my body stretching away from the couch. "You," he said to Fag One, "suck my dick." Fag One knelt in close to me, but then Chad put both his feet over my face.

I couldn't see anything at that point. There was a tiny patch of light where my nose poked through between his feet. I licked the soles of his feet but he stomped on my face so I stopped. I could hear Fag One slurping away on his dick. Chad started rubbing his feet across his face, dropping his heel down hard and then dragging his whole foot the length of my face. This went on for a few minutes until he bored of it, and again just rested both feet, completely covering my face.

All of a sudden, Chad shouted, "What the FUCK!"

He pulled his feet off me quickly and stood up. I rolled to my side. There, right next to my head, was Fag One kneeling. He had pulled his very hard dick out of his sweatpants, and was jerking himself off.

Uh oh, I thought.

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