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CHAPTER 2
It had been a few days after the first incident when Brad texted me for the first time. I was in history class, bored out of my mind, when my phone buzzed. I discreetly pulled it out and checked the screen. A message from Brad. I felt myself grow hot. I swiped to see the message.
"Payphone two blocks from school. 3:15. Be there." it said.
I put my phone back, my hand slightly shaking. I moved closer to my desk in an attempt to hide my sudden boner. The teacher kept talking about the Abyssinian Crisis but I wasn't paying attention anymore. Was I really about to do this? I guess I didn't really have a choice. At least it's free dick, if you didn't think about the wider consequences. But suddenly I realized the teacher was looking at me, derailing my train of thought.
"Mr. Ruiz?" he repeated. I'd clearly been asked a question, but I could not for the life of me remember what it was.
"Uh...I'm so sorry, could you repeat the question?" I asked, blushing.
"Well, welcome back. I asked, what year did Mussolini invade Abyssinia?"
"Oh, uh, 1935, I believe."
"Yes, very good Mr. Ruiz. If you wouldn't spend your time daydreaming most of the time you could be a better asset to this class."
"Sorry Ms. Jones," I muttered and sank back in my seat as the class giggled.
The rest of the day went by pretty much like that. I was distracted from class just thinking about Brad. A couple of times we passed each other in the hallway, but we ignored each other pointedly. Finally, after four more hours, class ended. Three o'clock. I got my things from my locker, grabbed my bag, and walked out towards the place he told me to go. Problem was, I still had like ten minutes left to kill, so I found a nearby bench and sat down. I tried going on my phone, but I kept getting distracted, so I just resorted to sitting and looking down the road for his car. Finally, after the ten longest minutes of my life, his car appeared and pulled up next to the payphone. He opened the passenger door, so I took the hint and went over and sat down. Without saying a word he began to drive towards the freeway. I was confused, since I thought we were going to go to the same place to get it over with, but he seemed in a risky mood today.
When we got on the highway he said, "I want you to suck my dick right here, while I'm driving down the freeway."
I immediately began to protest. "But that's da-!"
He cut me off, "Did I fucking stutter, faggot? Suck my dick on this damn freeway or I will break you."
I quickly shut up and reached over to his crotch, where a sizable bulge was growing. I unbuttoned his jeans and was surprised to find he was going commando. His already-hard dick rose up as he drove. I already knew the drill, so I took him in my mouth and bobbed up and down on it a few times. He moaned softly and, one hand still on the wheel, put the other on my head and forced it down. I took more and more of him in my mouth until my nose connected with his groin, his cock completely down my throat.
"Fuuuuck you're a good little fag," he sighed as he drove. Slowly, he began to drive faster and faster, eventually flooring the accelerator, all while keeping his cock in my mouth, a hand on my head impeding me from pulling off. Eventually he let me up, but I didn't pull off completely. I went up a bit and began teasing the head, putting my tongue all around it and sucking on it, bobbing up and down, all while he drove at like 80 mph. I didn't even know where we were going, since it did not take this long to get to my house, and I don't know where he lives, but I didn't care. My full attention was on his dick.
"Yeah, suck that fucking dick, bitch," he kept saying, which turned me on even more. He forced my head down again and, with only one hand, began to pull my head up and down on his cock, effectively face-fucking me. After a while of this, I realized he was about to cum since he was moaning more than usual, and sure enough:
"Oh shit! I'm gonna-! Fuck!" he moaned. He thrust my head down one more time and began cumming down my throat. His thick cum slid down my throat and I swallowed, this time catching all of it. I could feel his car wavering on the road as he came, his hand losing control of the wheel for a moment. After it ended I pulled off of him, swallowing the last of it. I sat back in my seat, both of us panting hard. Suddenly he jerked the car towards an exit and drove through three lanes of traffic until he got off the freeway. He turned the car around and went back the direction we came, eventually getting to my house and dropping me off. For the second time, I ran to my room and jerked off, reliving what had just happened, and took a nap.
-:-:-:-
Our meetings continued pretty much the same for a few days. He would text me a time and a place, pick me up, and I'd blow him, either in a parking lot or on the freeway (or on one memorable occasion, a drive-thru), he'd get his rocks off, drop me off at my house, I'd jerk off, rinse and repeat. But then one day things changed.
"By the bench in Porter Park. Usual time. I've got some friends who'd love to meet you."
I read the text over and over. Friends? PLURAL? Did that mean more than one person was coming? I was in the bathroom at school, but I felt like I was on another planet. Other people? Who are they? Probably some of his jock buddies, now that I thought about it. I was nervous, but weirdly excited. I tried to narrow it down. I knew it was one of his friends, so I discounted all of the ones who had steady girlfriends. I ended up with like five of them. Then I narrowed it down to who would be horny enough to hook up with a guy, and I got two of them. Zach Thompson and Austin Wright. They'd both broken up with their girlfriends a few weeks before, and, at the rare party I'd been to, I'd seen them drunk and practically begging for girls to go home with them. They were both complete douchebags, and combined with Brad they were basically the jock Plastics at my school. Of course, that was only a guess. I really had no idea. They were both pretty hot though, so I don't think I would mind hooking up with them.
I caught myself. `Oh god, what the fuck is happening to me?' I thought. Was I really this desperate? Was I really this horny!? All three of them are assholes who would just throw me away like a dirty jockstrap the moment they got actual girlfriends. I enjoyed the hookups, but I couldn't attach myself to them. And yet I couldn't stop myself from becoming nervous and excited at the thought of them sharing me like a (very unsanitary) fleshlight.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, Chemistry, AP Lit and Spanish all blending together until suddenly I found myself sitting on the park bench he'd told me to go to. I anxiously waited on the bench, bouncing my foot, looking down the road for his car. I still wondered about his mystery guests today. Was my guess correct? Or is someone else gonna be in the car? Or is he bluffing and there's no one else in the car?
I was still thinking about all of this when his car pulled up, too-loud music pumping from it, the intense bass rattling my head. When I looked I could also distinctly make out two silhouettes in the back of the car peering through the window. So he wasn't bluffing. This is gonna be exciting.
He rolled down the window and said, "Get in loser we're going to my house." Considering he was basically the Regina George of my school's jocks, the reference didn't exactly surprise me. What did is that he'd even seen Mean Girls.
This time, instead of the passenger door, the rear door opened to reveal a very smug-looking Zach Thompson. I looked a little to the left and sure enough, Austin Wright was sitting on the other side. So my guess was correct. The fucking Plastics. Without a word I clambered into the car. Zach would not move over so I ended up taking the middle seat, getting squashed between the two huge guys either side of me.
"So is this the fag you've been telling us about Brad?" said Zach, looking at me with a menacing grin on his face.
"Yep. This fag sucks my dick almost every day and enjoys every fuckin second of it. And I'll bet he'll enjoy blowing you too as well," Brad said smugly from the front seat.
"Fuck yeah dude!" exclaimed Austin from beside me, "I've been dying to get laid ever since Stephanie blue-balled me two weeks ago."
"Oh yeah, you're gonna suck us off one by one until we're all satisfied," said Zach, addressing me directly for the first time. I gulped.
"Does he talk?" said Austin, half joking.
"...hi?" I said tentatively, speaking for the first time.
"You got a name?" asked Zach.
"...m-michael."
"Well, Michael, get ready to drain these fuckin' balls," said Austin, massaging his growing bulge. I felt myself blush. For some reason, them using my name was way more intimate than `fag'. It sort of made the whole situation more real.
"Okay, I'm tired of this. When does he blow us?" he asked Brad, frustrated.
"When we get there, which, lucky for you, is now."
Brad pulled into the driveway of a big McMansion in the middle of the suburbs. His parents clearly had money. He parked and Zach and Austin got out of the car. I walked along behind them with my head down, my mind still reeling. Now I'm going to blow them!? This is either gonna go really great or really badly for me.
We went inside his house and they immediately started upstairs. Clearly they'd been here before. But I couldn't help but stop and admire his house. It was huge! And rich! Paintings, chandeliers, flatscreen TVs, leather couches. No wonder Brad was so confident, he had money! Of course, I wasn't poor, but we certainly weren't rich.
I was still standing there when Brad called from upstairs, "Get up here before you cream your pants, faggot!" This was followed by loud snickering from Zach and Austin, who'd already gotten upstairs and to his room.
This startled me out of my wonder and I quickly made my way up the big staircase and down the hall to where the laughing was coming from. When I entered his room I was struck dumb again. LED lights, a full gamer setup, two video game consoles, a flatscreen TV, beanbags, a mini-fridge, a walk-in closet. Jesus, this guy had it all. I looked over and all three of them were sitting in beanbag chairs in front of the TV.
"Get over here, fag," said Brad, "On your knees. Now."
I complied, walking over there and kneeling in front of them.
"Oooo can I go first?" asked Austin excitedly.
"No. I discovered him, I get first dibs," replied Brad, and Austin immediately backed down. Brad pulled down his pants, exposing the dick I'd been servicing for the last few days. "You know what to do," he said.
I did. Immediately I grabbed his dick and stroked it a few times, then put my lips around the head. I began to bob up and down, licking around with my tongue. I knew all of his favorite ways by now. He put his hands on my head, guiding me up and down, slowly pushing me down a little further each time, until his entire length was in my throat. My nose hit his pubic bone and my chin was on his balls. Soon I was struggling a little for air, but he kept his hands planted firmly on my head. He let out a groan of pleasure.
"See, I told you he was great at sucking dick," Brad said to his amazed friends. I was vaguely aware of both of them staring at me, but I didn't care. He let me up and I pulled off, leaving a string of saliva hanging between his dick and my mouth. I also noticed both Zach and Austin had pulled out their own dicks and began to stroke them.
"Okay, now it's my turn," said Zach, and pulled me over in front of him. His dick stood out at seven and a half inches, easily the biggest I'd ever seen. Quickly I grabbed it and began by licking along its length, going from his big balls to the head, where I took it in my mouth. I sucked and licked on the head, teasing him slightly as he moaned softly. But he quickly grew tired of the teasing and grabbed my head, forcing it down on his cock. I choked and gagged because of the sudden thrust and the size, but he wouldn't let me go. I remembered to relax my throat, and pretty soon I stopped gagging so much. He pushed my head down, stretching my throat along the way, and quickly I felt my nose buried in his thick patch of pubes.
"Fuuuuuuck bro," said Zach, "You were right. This fag does know how to suck a dick. No one's ever taken me all the way down."
"Told ya dude," Brad said smugly, "now fuck his face."
"Aw fuck yeah," said Zach, and began to hump my face. He held it in place and thrust in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. He did that for a minute, softly moaning and grunting, until he let me go. I probably looked like a mess.
"My turn!" said Austin. He stood up and pulled me closer, flexing his dick in the air. His wasn't as big as Zach's or Brad's, but it was definitely the thickest. I rose up on my knees and took him in my mouth, opening it as far as it could go. I bobbed on it a few times before he grabbed the sides of my head and began thrusting it in. Apparently they all liked fucking my face. I accidentally grabbed onto his ass for support, but soon I was gripping it. It was nice and tight and delicious, the best ass I'd ever seen. He kept going, my nose crushing against his groin repeatedly, until I could tell that he was going to cum soon.
"Oh fuck, OH god!" he moaned, "Yeah! Take my fucking dick bitch! I'm gonna-!"
He slammed my face on his dick one more time and began to cum. Ropes of it shot out and went down my throat. I tried my best to swallow it all, but it was too much. This guy really hadn't cum in like two weeks. Soon it filled up my mouth and began leaking down my face. He pulled out, still cumming, and a jet of warm cum hit me on my cheek. Finally, it ended, and he collapsed, exhausted and panting, back on his beanbag.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Zach said, "FUCK dude! Damn! I didn't know anyone could cum that much!"
"I told you," panted Austin, "it's been like...two weeks."
"I thought you were exaggerating!"
"Nope... No jerkin' off...for two weeks."
"Wow! Well, I wanna go again now!" He looked at Brad as if for approval, and when he nodded, he stood up too and grabbed me roughly. Still reeling from Austin's cum, I barely registered Zach was there until he shoved his cock down my throat. He thrust it in and started fucking my face again. My throat was completely devoid of a gag reflex by now, so I took it down without a fuss. Drool and cum dripped down my face and his balls slapped against my chin, and pretty soon he was moaning too.
"Yes! Take it! Suck my dick! OH I'M- AH!"
He shot down my throat at first, which I swallowed quickly, but then he pulled out and began to cum all over my face. Four shots hit me on my forehead, on my nose, on my cheek, and in my mouth again.
"Good...little...slut," he said, panting, and slapped his dick on my face, smearing around the cum and spit all over me. Then he sat back down on his chair, panting. I sat there on the floor, their cum covering my face, when we all suddenly heard a car pull up into the driveway.
"Shit! It's my mom! She's home early!" Brad exclaimed, and scrambled out of his chair. Zach and Austin hurriedly cleaned off their dicks with some tissues nearby and tucked them back into their pants.
"Well don't just stand there! Clean yourself up before she gets here!" Brad said, tossing me the tissue box. I stood up and went to his adjoining bathroom. I looked in the mirror and was taken aback by what I saw. My face was covered in cum, flushed red, my hair was a mess. Who am I? What am I doing? Before I began pondering this too much I began to clean (and lick off) the cum off my face. When I was done I fixed my hair and went back, where Brad was sitting at his desk and the others were at the beanbags playing a video game. Brad had some notebooks in his hand which he thrust to me.
"Pretend you're tutoring me so my mom doesn't question anything," he said frantically.
"O-okay...what subject?"
"Wha- I don't know? AP Lit?"
"Sure." I said, and I sat down on another chair facing him. We all waited with bated breath for his mom to come in, and sure enough, a few minutes after the car pulled in, there was a knock at the door and a woman, Brad's mom, came in.
"Hi honey, I'm home. Hi Zach, hi Austin," she said, then spotted me, "And who are you?"
"Mom, this is Michael. He's pretty smart, so I asked him to tutor me since my grades have been struggling a bit. He's in my AP Lit class."
"Hi," I said quietly.
"Oh that's great! And so sweet of you! Thanks, Michael, for helping him," she said sweetly.
"Yeah, he's probably gonna be coming over a lot now, right Mike?"
I caught what he meant and felt myself blush a little. "Uh, yeah, probably," I said nervously.
"Okay, well, I'll leave you to it. You sure you don't need anything? Snacks?"
"No, mom, we're fine."
"Alright, bye boys!" she said, and left, closing the door. Everyone was silent for a bit, then I said, "You're mom seems nice."
"Yeah, whatever," Brad said, clearly annoyed, then looked at me. "I haven't gotten off yet."
"Uh, you know what? I think we have to go," said Zach, "I have this, um, thing."
"Oh, uh, yeah. Me too," said Austin. They both clearly did not want to stay any longer. They got up and walked to the door.
"Thanks for the, uh, blowjobs, I guess," Austin said, and left.
"What the fuck is their problem?" Brad said. He got a text. "Okay, my mom's gonna drop them off, and she has an errand to run which'll take a few hours. You know what that means? We got the whole house to ourselves," he said devilishly.
"You know," he continued, "I think I'm tired of the mouth action. I think I want to try another hole."
"Uh, w-wait, do you mean-?"
"Oh yeah. I wanna fuck you. Hard. After all, I never got off today. Wouldn't that be a great way of making it up?"
"W-well, I've never really, uh, been with anyone like that."
"Oh, so you're a virgin? Even better. I'm gonna fuck you tight little ass until I'm done with you. You're gonna be my hole-on-demand."
Well. This is not exactly how I pictured today going. "Um, I'm not really sure-" I started, but he cut me off.
"Oh, I know you want it. I can see your tiny prick is rock hard under there."
It was true. I was hard as a rock just thinking about it. Him fucking me hard in his bed, using me to get off. Why did this turn me on so much?
"O-okay. Fine. But please use lube. And condoms."
"I don't give a fuck about condoms. I'm just gonna fuck you and you're gonna be fine with it. Now strip and get on the fucking bed."
I guess I didn't really have a choice, but it was still a little humiliating nonetheless. I took off my shirt and my pants, leaving only my seriously tented-out boxers. Meanwhile, Brad took off his own shirt and pants which left him naked, since he was going commando. His cock, still very hard, bounced around as he hunted around for lube. Eventually he found some in his bedside drawer and rubbed some on his dick.
He looked at me. "I said, get on the fucking bed."
I immediately sat on the bed.
"Flip over."
I flipped over, laying on my stomach. Immediately he went over and pushed my butt up so my back was arched and my ass was in the air. I felt a sudden breeze as he ripped off my boxers and then his slick cock head on my hole.
But before he began, he said, "Oh, and take this so you're not too loud." Suddenly he tied a cloth around my mouth and nose, effectively gagging me. "Hope you like my old jockstrap. I haven't washed it in a month." As I breathed in I was met with the manly odor of his sweat and hormones, which somehow made me even harder.
He poured lube on my hole and rubbed it in with his dick, and then began to push in. Thank whichever deity is out there listening to me that he pushed in slowly instead of shoving it in. It was painful going in as he stretched out my virgin hole, but after the head popped in it subsided to a dull ache. I whimpered into his jock as he kept pushing it in. I suddenly remembered to push out to make it easier, and after that I felt his shaved groin make contact with my ass.
"Oh fuck your ass is so tight," he murmured, taking in the pleasure, "what a shame I'm gonna have to ruin it."
He wasted no time letting me get used to the feeling, immediately beginning to pull out and then back in as I buried my face in the sheets. He began to pick up speed, thrusting into me faster and faster. He pushed his hand on my back, leaning on it and pinning me to the bed. Slowly the pain turned into pleasure, and I began to moan into his jockstrap.
"Mmf! Ah! Oh god! Fuck!"
"Fuck yeah, you like that, faggot? You like my big dick?" Brad panted.
"Oh! Yes! Fuck!"
"Say it!"
"Fuck! Oh! I love your - Ah! - your big dick!" I said, muffled by the makeshift gag.
"Oh fuck yeah! Take my fucking dick, faggot!" he yelled, and with that he began to go even faster. Soon he was fucking me hard and fast. I could feel his balls slapping against my taint and his groin slapping against my ass. He then leaned into me harder, making me arch my back further, and suddenly his dick hit a spot that sent waves of pleasure through my body.
"FUCK! OH GOD! YES! RIGHT THERE!" I yelled, still muffled through the jockstrap.
He fucked me harder and harder, each thrust connecting with that magic spot making me melt. And then suddenly, without warning, I came. Unbelievable pleasure shot through me as I had the best orgasm ever. I basically painted the bed under me. Brad was still fucking me, and I felt him start to go even faster, intensifying my pleasure.
"OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM! OH GOD!" he moaned, and then slammed into me one more time. With that he began to cum inside me. I felt spurt after spurt of his load begin to fill my ass, and with one last half-hearted thrust, he collapsed on me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, catching our breath and reveling in the afterglow. But soon, too soon if you ask me, Brad stood up and pulled out of me. I could feel his cum begin to leak out of my ass when he did. He began to get dressed, and told me to do the same.
I stood up slowly and asked if I could use his bathroom. Without waiting for an answer I went in and began to clean myself up. Once I was done cleaning out everything (and when I say everything, I mean everything) I caught myself in the mirror again. I didn't look different, but I felt different. The guy in the next room over, the school's most popular jock for fuck's sake, had just fucked me and taken my virginity. I felt weirdly powerful. Sure, he had blackmail material, but now I did too. I saw my reflection smile and realized that I was strangely happy. With one last look, I went back into his room.
He saw me and said, "Remember, if you ever-"
"I know, I know," I cut him off, "if I tell anyone you'll kill me or something. Can you take me home now? I have a project due tomorrow."
He stared at me, mildly offended. I could see the gears turning in his brain. He shook his head absentmindedly, then said after a moment, "Yeah, sure, whatever."
After that nothing interesting happened. He drove me home, told me to meet him after school the next day to "tutor him", then left me on my driveway. I told my mom I'd be tutoring this classmate sometimes after school since he asked me, she agreed and told me that was very generous. I went to my room, did some homework, ate dinner, and went to sleep.
I had a feeling my life had just changed, but I don't think I knew exactly how much it did.
END CHAPTER 2
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