Scotty's Tailor
By Ben C.
This story contains sexual acts between young males (t/t, oral, mast, dom). If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country, please stop reading.
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Chapter 9
Cooper had instructed me to do his chores on Saturday. I knew he slept late on weekends, so I didn't arrive until 11. Last weekend I began cleaning his place while he was still sleeping. Without thinking, I started the vacuum cleaner in the living-room which naturally woke him up. He was pissed and chewed me down for good. Well, I've got to admit he had a good reason to do so. It was a stupid mistake and I didn't want to repeat it.
I was just parking my bicycle against the wall of Cooper's bungalow when the front door opened. A tall, beautiful blonde girl stepped out, with Cooper in tow, holding the girl's hand. He was dressed just in light blue Diesel boxer trunks, a very sexy piece of underwear I had washed and gently ironed many times. I had seen Cooper in various states of undress countless times by now. Still I always enjoyed the sight of his tanned slim body.
At the doorway the blonde turned around to give Cooper a kiss. He responded eagerly, wrapping his arms around the girl's waist. It became a long and passionate kiss. Cooper felt the girl's breast with his hand. The blonde let her hands slide down slowly on Cooper's muscled back, until they cupped his butt. I noticed a fresh purple hickey on Cooper's neck and felt an immediate rush of jealousy. He would never allow me to suck his neck!
Finally the teens broke their kiss, looking each other in the eyes. Cooper grinned.
"Thanks for the night, honey."
The girl cooed.
"I should thank you, Cooper. I can barely walk."
Cooper laughed, pleased with himself.
Then he noticed me and frowned.
"What the fuck are you staring at us there, dude. Go inside."
I slipped quickly in through the open door. I heard the girl giggle behind me:
"Who's that?"
"Never mind, baby. Just a dork."
The air inside Cooper's apartment was heavy. I could smell booze and weed. It was dim as the blinds were closed, but I could faintly see two figures lying on the large L-shaped couch. The figures were wrapped in blankets and seemed to be sleeping.
I sneaked by the sleeping strangers, opened a window to let some fresh air in and pulled a string to open the shutters. Sunlight flooded the room. I could now take a better look at the two figures on the couch. The other one seemed to be woken up by the sunlight. He sat up, cursing. It was Taylor, a skater pal of Cooper's. The blanket covered most of his lower body but I could see he was naked.
"What the fuck is happening here?" he asked. He was clearly suffering a hangover.
"Sorry, man. I had to open the window and let some fresh air in."
"Who the fuck are you then?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm Rick. A friend of? I mean, I came to help Cooper to clean up his place."
The guy let out a raspy chuckle.
"Yeah, I can see this place needs some cleaning all right. Don't let me hold you back, dude."
I looked around. He was right. The living room was a mess, the table covered with empty beer cans and chip bags. There were more beer cans and an empty bottle of vodka on the floor. Hoodies and t-shirts and socks were scattered on the floor. And a pink bra and matching pink panties!
The panties and the bra had an owner, too, I discovered, when a red-haired head appeared behind Taylor's shoulder. She didn't look nearly as hot as Cooper's chick. Well, that was just fair in my opinion; though Taylor was an athletic and a good-looking guy, Cooper had the stunning looks and the special attitude to make a first-class score. I felt proud for him.
"Mornin' honey!" Taylor greeted her cheerfully.
"Where am I?" she moaned.
He laughed.
"You're among friends, don't you remember? You were trying to hitchhike at the corner of 3rd and Main. You told us you had a fight with your boyfriend so we gave you a ride. And what a ride we had, baby!"
Our conversation seemed to have woken up the other sleeper, too. A tuft of blond hair popped out from the folds of the blanket, followed by a head. The guy rubbed his eyes, groaning:
"Yeah, I heard you two motherfuckers having a ball. I could hardly sleep. And now I feel like shit."
Taylor laughed.
"No wonder, little man. You glugged that fucking vodka-orange like water. We had to help you inside."
"Ohh fuck", the guy cursed. He turned his head towards me and I recognized him immediately. Oh shit, not him! A guy I definitely did not want to meet: Skip, Taylor's little brother.
The kid looked like an angel. And he was a mean bastard for all that I knew. I had seen him pushing around other kids in the school yard, and once I witnessed him slap another boy after school for no reason at all, while his friends cheered. Skip loved the crowd's attention.
Skip was maybe 5 ft 10". He excelled in combat sports, and all the countless hours of merciless exercise had formed his young body strikingly tight, the kind they call otter mode. He had a strawberry blond hair that he kept tied back in a short ponytail. He seemed to have a cocky smile permanently glued on his pretty face. Me and the other school wimps always tried to stay clear from Skip and his posse to avoid verbal abuse or worse.
I saw him in action once when their kickboxing club held an exhibition match at our school. He looked incredibly hot fighting in the ring shirtless, his ripped body gleaming with sweat. I drank in the sight of his hard sixpack, springy legs and V-shaped back while he danced around his opponent, exchanging punches and effortless high kicks. His small buttocks were covered by the loose fitting boxing shorts he was wearing, but I could see that they were solid and strong, moving up and down in pace with his movements.
"Who's that?" Skip asked.
"Meet Cooper's little helper."
"Yeah? Well helper, go get me a glass of cold water."
I was well aware that guys like Scotty, Cooper and Skip took it for granted that other people did all kinds of favors for them, but taking orders from a younger kid felt annoying. However, talking back to Skip was out of the question for me, so I went to the kitchenette like a good boy, and filled a large glass with cold water. I took the glass to the living room and handed it to Skip. He took it without thanking me and drank greedily. When the glass was empty he burped and handed it back to me.
The girl had managed to find her panties and slip them on under the cover of the blanket. Then she sat up, still wrapped in the blanket, and searched until she found her bra. She tried to cover her breast with the blanket and wriggle the bra in place simultaneously; a very difficult task. Skip saw his chance and leaned quickly over. He got hold of the blanket and pulled it down, revealing her boobs. He let out an admiring "all right!" as the girl rushed to the bathroom, covering her breasts with the untied bra.
Taylor and Skip whistled and laughed at the girl's misery, but I felt sorry for her; this was probably not one of her best Saturday mornings.
Finally Skip had enough of his fun; he sat up on the couch and let the blanket fall down. My eyes widened. I had never seen him so scantily dressed. He was wearing only form-fitting red-blue-and-yellow Superman boxers. His package was stretching the large "S" logo in the front of the underwear. Nice, I thought to myself. Skip spread his legs and stretched his taut frame like a guy who is absolutely confident about his body and likes to show it off. I let my eyes wander on him, from his biceps to his rock-hard abs, down to his strong thighs and legs and back to his groin. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on him, I thought to myself. Skip shot a suspicious glance at my direction and I turned my eyes quickly to the floor.
Cooper came in. He sat down in an armchair and snapped his fingers at me.
"I'm gonna take a shower when Tay's bitch is gone. Get me clean towels. And change my bed sheets, they've got cum stains."
Taylor and Skip laughed at his blunt command.
"Fuck, Coop, you've got a servant! What's the deal with him?" Skip asked admiringly.
Cooper chuckled.
"Fuck deals."
I blushed and rushed to Cooper's walk-in closet to get him fresh towels. I chose two large white ones made of soft Egyptian cotton and folded them on a stool next to the bathroom door. Then I went to the bedroom and took out the worn sheets. Yes, there were clear stains of teen bodily fluids. I could see Taylor and Skip grinning at me when I moved across the living room carrying Cooper's dirty sheets. Cooper pretended not to pay any attention to me.
Finally the girl came out from the bathroom still in her underwear. The boys welcomed her with cheers and cat-calls.
"Can I have a piece of that ass too, honey? I'm so fucking horny, listening you two fuck like animals right next to me," Skip exclaimed.
The embarrassed girl gathered the rest of her clothes, put them hastily on and left without goodbyes. Nobody asked her how she was going to get home.
Cooper stood up, dropped his boxers on the floor and went to the bathroom for his shower. Without thinking, I picked up his underwear, to the great amusement of Skip and his brother.
"Can you believe this, bro? I've never seen a loser like that. Are you a fag, dude?" Skip wanted to know.
I retreated into Cooper's bedroom without answering him. I guess he knows the answer already, I told myself.
I didn't want to go back to the living-room with the boys, but it didn't take me long enough to get Cooper's bed made, so I had no choice. I took a garbage bag and started to pick up the cans and other trash. Skip and Taylor observed my work with amusement, occasionally pointing out pieces of junk that I had missed.
Cooper came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his slim waist, drying his long black locks with another towel.
I took a cloth and started to wipe the table. Skip was resting his bare and rather dirty feet on it; he didn't bother to move them when I cleaned the table around them.
"Umm, Skip, could you move your feet so I can wipe the table?" I asked.
Skip didn't move. He just looked at me, grinning. I gave Cooper a pleading look, but he kept drying his hair, showing no interest. I was on my own.
"Skip, could you move your feet a bit," I asked again.
Skip gave me a condescending smile.
"Ask me nice, dude."
I took a deep breath.
"Skip, could you please be kind enough to move your feet for me?"
"No. But you can move them if you want."
Taylor and Cooper laughed at Skip's cheekiness.
I sighed.
"Sure."
I took hold of Skip's ankles and moved his feet gently a few inches so I was able to wipe the table. Touching the younger boy's warm skin sent a shiver through my spine.
Taylor and Cooper snickered. Skip looked happy with the attention of the older boys.
Cooper got up and went to his bedroom, but emerged back almost immediately, looking angry. He was holding a pair of his Abercrombie boxers between his fingers.
"Dude. What the fuck is this?"
I was speechless.
"Well, it's a pair of your clean boxers," I managed to stammer.
"Yeah. They're clean all right. But what are you supposed to do after washing them?"
I gulped.
"Iron them. And I did."
"Well, what the fuck is this then," he said pointing a spot in the white cotton with his finger.
"It's a wrinkle, I guess." I said meekly. I remembered doing the ironing in a rush because I had to hurry home for supper with my grandparents.
"Well that's right dude, it's a fucking wrinkle, and there's another fucking wrinkle. You know I hate wrinkles in my underwear. Go iron them," he said and threw the boxers towards me. They landed on the table.
Taylor and Skip burst into laughter.
"Way to go, Coop!" Skip almost screamed.
Cooper grinned back.
"It's hard to find good housekeepers these days."
I picked up the boxers and took them to the laundry room - a place very familiar to me by now. I placed Cooper's boxers on the ironing board and waited for the iron to heat up, when a female voice behind my back startled me.
"Well, hello there."
I turned around and saw a beautiful dark-haired woman standing in the doorway. She didn't need to introduce her to me, because her remarkable facial features, sparkling eyes and slim figure told me immediately that she was Cooper's mom. She was probably in her early forties but still gorgeous. I could also sense the same commanding presence that his son had.
"Oh, hi, Mam," I stammered.
She smiled at my embarrassment.
"Take it easy, kid. I've seen you around here on weekends. You've been doing Cooper's wash and cleaning his place, right?"
I blushed.
"Well, yes, I've been helping him around a bit. You know, he's so busy with school and sports and stuff."
She laughed, looking at the boxers on the ironing board.
"Yeah, right. I know he has his way of talking people to run errands for him, but this is something I haven't seen before. By the way, I'm Vanessa", she said, extending her hand to me. I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mam. I'm Rick."
"Look, Rick, I don't know what's going on between you two, but I have to thank you for settling our fight over Cooper's chores. This is not exactly what I had in mind, but I have to admit that he is taking care of his own laundry now, and I'm satisfied with that. Are you getting any compensation for this?"
I thought about all the times Cooper had let me suck his dick.
"Oh yes, he's been really kind to me."
She looked amused.
"I know my son, Rick; he hasn't paid you a dime. He loves money and all the things he can buy with it. I'm afraid we have spoiled him."
She reached into her Vuitton handbag and took out a purse.
"Oh, please Mam, I mean Vanessa, you don't need to give me anything."
Cooper's mom didn't pay any attention to my protests. She took out some bills without counting them and pressed them into my hand.
"You've been working for our family. We can afford a little tip. Bye, Rick," she said and left. Soon I heard the engine of their Porsche SUV roar as she took off.
I counted the money. There were two fifty dollar bills, two twenties and two fivers. Hundred and fifty bucks! Talk about a tip, I chuckled to myself. I could really use some extra money, as my mom's business was slow due to the rough times.
Now I was finally able to buy myself new sneakers; the ones I was wearing had holes in them. And I needed a new pair of jeans, too. Nothing fancy, of course; I usually did my shopping at the local thrift store, so I could probably afford something nice for mom, too.
I walked back to the bungalow, beaming. Cooper was waiting for me at the porch with his arms crossed, flexing his biceps. He was dressed in low-hanging board shorts that showed nicely his flat lower abdomen. I noticed he had trimmed his love-trail since I last saw him.
"I saw my mom go after you. What the fuck did she want?"
I chuckled.
"Well, she wanted to know who I am and I told her I was helping you around a bit. And then she gave me a tip."
Cooper lifted his dark eyebrows.
"A tip? Show me."
I showed him the money. He snatched the bills from my hand, folded them and slid them under the waistband of his shorts. I was stunned. Cooper saw the anger on my face.
"Don't you fucking dare to look at me like that, dude. You'd never gotten this money without me. And I've got expenses, so deal with it."
Cooper went in and left me standing there with his ironed boxers in my hands.
Cooper's side of the story:
"I went inside, thinking about the faggot. He's been so damned sloppy lately. Last weekend he woke me up with his vacuum cleaner. And now he expects me to wear fucked-up boxers, for chrissake!
But this time he screwed up real good. If I hadn't seen mom go after him, he would've kept the money. Motherfucker comes to my house and tries to steal my cash!
Well, I was smart enough to stop the greedy bastard. Now I've got enough dough to buy the silver pendant I saw at the mall. Two hundred and forty bucks for a necklace - being me is expensive.
But the faggot! I've been so nice to him and this is how he thanks me. He needs a lesson, that's for sure. Hmm?
Yeah, got it. Skip's a great young dude and he knows how to handle losers. I'll let him have some fun with the homo. But first I gotta warm Skip up well so he'll be in the right mood?"
Rick's story continues:
I sat on the porch stairs for a good fifteen minutes, trying to cool off. With great difficulty I was finally able to relent. Cooper told me he had some expenses, so he probably needs the money more than me. I don't want to get him in any trouble. And I definitely want to keep sucking his dick.
I sneaked in, trying to avoid the boys, planning to clean the bathroom next, but Cooper called me.
"Dude, come here. Sit down."
I walked hesitantly to the living room and sat down on a corner of the couch.
"Skip, how're you feeling?" Cooper asked.
"All right, I guess. Still hungover, though."
Cooper chuckled.
"Yeah, well, you'll live. But you know Skip, it just occurred to me that you're the only one of us three who didn't get laid last night. I suppose you're still a virgin, right?"
Skip raised his voice to defend his manhood.
"Fuck no, Coop. I'm no virgin, I've fucked bitches all right."
"That right?" Cooper asked, looking at Taylor.
"He's right, man," Taylor backed up his brother.
"Last year we took him to Mexico with my cousin. We bought him a hooker there. She showed me the used condoms."
"Yeah, that was cool. She liked me and let me have another go for free. She told me I've got a big polla," Skip bragged. From the size of the bulge in his boxers I could tell that he wasn't lying.
"And I love pussy. Just can't get enough of it. Girls in our school are so fucking uptight. I sure could use some now, listening to Tay banging his bitch," Skip said, making thrusts with his hips.
"How about using my cocksucker?" Cooper suggested matter-of-factly.
Taylor laughed.
"I kinda expected that one, Coop."
Skip seemed to be totally lost.
"You know what he's talking about, Tay?"
Taylor snickered back.
"Yeah, I know. Coop told me about the cocksucker. And I used a fag myself to get my rocks off too, when I was at your age, Skip."
"Really? How did you do that?"
Taylor chuckled.
"That was easy. Found me a fag and told him to kneel down."
Skip wrinkled his eyebrows.
"That's your cocksucker, Coop?" he asked, nodding his head towards me. He's not stupid, I thought to myself.
"Yeah. He'll give you head if you want," Cooper said.
"Shit, that fag Robinson made a pass at me at the locker room last year and I just punched him. He'd probably given me a blowjob if I'd let him. Fuck, it didn't cross my mind then."
"He's yours to use, if you want, Skip."
Skip looked at me judgingly.
"No. A faggot like him can't get this fuck-machine hard," Skip proclaimed, groping his package.
Cooper chuckled.
"Yeah, right. That's what I told Scotty, too. I know better now. The fag knows his business, I can tell you that."
"This gun is reserved for ladies. But thanks for the offer, Coop."
Cooper mused for a while.
"How about a bet?"
Skip looked suspicious.
"What kind of bet?"
"We'll give him five minutes to work with you. If he gets you hard, you'll pay me fifty bucks. If not, I'll pay you a hundred."
"A hundred bucks? Fuck."
Skip bit his lip. Then a sly boyish smile appeared on his face. He looked really cute.
"This stays between us, right?"
"Of course," Cooper and Taylor assured him.
Skip seemed to think hard.
"And there's gotta be rules. He's not allowed to touch me above this line," he declared drawing a line with his finger just under his pecs.
"I can go with that," Cooper said.
"And I'll keep my boxers on."
"What? How the fuck are we able to see if you've got a boner then?"
Skip chuckled and tapped his package gently with his finger.
"You can tell when this big boy gets hard, all right. But it won't."
Cooper thought for a while.
"Okay, I'm in."
He turned to look at me.
"Don't disappoint me, dude. If you do, you owe me a hundred bucks."
Cooper pointed at the sports watch on his wrist.
"Ready, Skip?"
Skip leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. He looked at me, with a confident smile on his face.
"Ready."
"Dude?"
I got up, moved the table aside and kneeled down at Skip's feet. All the eyes in the room were now focused on me and the younger boy's Superman-covered sex organ.
"Ready."
"On my count."
Cooper looked at his watch.
"One, two, three, GO!"
I decided to start with a surprise attack to get Skip's defense down. I looked at his bare feet. They were dirty and the idea of oral contact with them wasn't too pleasant, but I couldn't risk losing a hundred bucks. And from my experience with Cooper I knew how a cocky young guy likes it when another dude shows him his total submission and devotion to service. I took a hold of Skip's right ankle, lifted it up and kissed the instep his foot, looking straight into his eyes. His eyes widened. He wasn't expecting anything like that. Then I gave the arch of his foot a long lick.
"Holy fuck, the fag is licking my foot! A guy can't get any lower than that!"
Cooper laughed.
"Oh, yes. He can get much lower than that, Skip."
"Fuck that. He won't get my rod hard that way."
I continued my work, moving up to Skip's shin. It was thinly covered with downy white hair that tickled my lips pleasantly. I placed my hands on his hard thighs, all the time continuing my oral work. He kept his legs tightly pressed together to prevent me reaching the sensitive area of his inner thighs. But I was pretty sure I was going to reach my goal without that. Like Cooper said, I knew by business.
I started to lick the tanned skin of the younger boy's thighs, all the time feeling his shins and thighs with my hands. Then I placed my right hand on his sixpack and started to rub it gently. He was now squeezing the blanket so hard that his knuckles were white. Then I leaned over, kissed his lower abdomen and let my tongue wander into his cute innie-bellybutton. I heard him gasp. I looked up and saw defeat in his eyes: he knew he was going to lose the bet. And he loved the feeling of another boy serving him unconditionally, doing what he had so far thought unthinkable.
I decided it was time to move for a kill. I pressed my face on Skip's boxer-clad crotch. The cotton smelled of sweat and piss, but it also had the odor of a virile and horny young man, an aroma that I loved so much. I stuck my tongue out and licked the large "S" of the Superman logo that hid his teen schlong. His cock felt warm and alive under my tongue - and I could feel it harden. I could taste precum leaking through the thin fabric. But I needed to be sure, so I gave his bulge another lick. Skip's slim waist squirmed under my face. He was ripe. I leaned back on my heels, revealing Skip's unmistakable Superman hard-on for my audience.
I could hear Cooper and Taylor laugh and clap their hands.
"That's a boner all right. It took him less than three minutes, Skip!"
"All right, all right, I fucking lost," Skip yelled angrily and sprang suddenly to his feet so that I landed on the floor on my butt.
Then he slapped me in the face. It came fast as a lightning, but we both were out of balance, so the smack wasn't as hard as it was meant to be. But it stung all right.
"Stupid faggot! You made me lose fifty bucks."
Cooper and Taylor laughed their asses off; they were really enjoying the show.
Skip leaned down, grabbed my shirt and raised his hand to slap me again, but Cooper's sharp voice made him freeze.
"Enough, Skip! I don't want bruises on him."
Skip grunted and let reluctantly go of my shirt.
Cooper spoke again, soothingly.
"Look, Skip, I know you're angry, but a bet is a bet. Take the cocksucker to the bathroom, he'll take care of your boner. You can borrow my shorts, let the fag wash your boxers."
I knew what was expected of me, of course, and climbed up. Skip speeded my movements with a sharp kick on my butt. Then he grabbed me by the neck of my collar and walked me across the floor towards the bathroom.
"Let's go, homo."
When we reached the bathroom, Skip turned me around to face him. He looked at me. I could see nothing but contempt in his blue eyes.
"Do your thing, bitch."
I kneeled down on the hard floor and tried to take hold of the waistband of Skip s boxers to pull them down, but he slapped my hands away and fished his cock out through the slit.
"Just suck it," he grunted.
It was a big polla for a teenager, all right. Hardened it was maybe slightly more than seven inches long, longer than Cooper's but probably a little shorter than Scotty's. But it was thick and I was slightly worried how I'd be able to take it without choking. I could expect no mercy from Skip, that was for sure.
I opened my mouth and Skip pushed his rod inside. When the tip of his cock touched my lips, my cocksucker instincts kicked immediately in. My brain did calculations and told me I'd be able to take care of his boner without much difficulty. The harsh words and the slap in the face were now forgotten. This youngster needed relief, and it was my duty to provide it. I closed my lips tightly around Skip's cock to make him feel as good as possible. That's what cocksuckers do.
Skip started to work my mouth with his pussy-banger. I moistened the shaft with my tongue so it slid in and out smoothly. The Superman-logo seemed to keep attacking me as he fucked my face. Now that a hardened cock was sticking out from the center of the logo, Superman's emblem seemed even mightier than usual. Every time Skip pushed in, my nose pressed into the cotton of his boxers and I could smell the cocktail developed inside a boy's underwear, worn more than a day and slept in.
Although he was pretty rough, I really liked the feeling of Skip's cock in my mouth. Our bodies were in agreement that my mouth was meant to service his sex organ. He didn't need to hold my head to keep it in place, I did it for him. He just kept his right hand on the top of my head, as if to remind me who's in charge - like I had any doubts on that anyway.
I wished he had taken his boxers off so I could lick his balls and feel the skin of his crotch on my lips. But it was his call, of course. I let my hands slide up on the back of his legs. His thighs were smooth and hard as rock. I was even brave enough to cup my hands on his buttocks. He didn't stop me, so I started to squeeze them gently through his boxers. His buttocks were pure, well trained muscle without an ounce of fat. I could feel them work under my palms; every time his cock thrusted into my mouth the mounds tightened.
Skip didn't last long, which was not surprising, as I had him well warmed up. He grunted and prepared to shoot a load of teen jizz into my mouth.
Suddenly I heard Taylor's excited voice from the doorway.
"He's taking Skip's load now, Coop. And I've got it on tape!"
We both turned to look at him, surprised. But when I turned my head, Skip's cock slipped out from my mouth and his cum sprayed all over my face.
"That's gross! Keep going, bro."
Skip grunted and grabbed my hair, so he could aim the remaining shots on my face. Two more splashes of teen slime landed on my forehead and cheeks.
"My cum looks good on you, faggot!" Skip laughed and used his cock to smear his cum all over my face.
"Fucking great, man! Now make him lick it clean," Taylor instructed like a Hollywood director.
"You heard him, homo," Skip snapped and offered his cock to me.
"I've got a world-class close-up on this!" Taylor exclaimed.
I started to lick the slime off Skip's teen rod. His cum tasted young, fresh and manly. I lapped it into my mouth and swallowed every once in a while to make room for more. I even kept licking when his rod was already clean from cum; I didn't have the nerve to stop without Skip's permission.
Finally Taylor finished his take.
"We're done, bro."
Skip grabbed my hair again and pulled my face off his cock.
"And? cut!"
But Skip wasn't done with me yet.
"Open your eyes faggot, and look at me," he ordered.
I obeyed and looked up to the angelic face of my tormentor. Skip hocked a thick loogie and spat it out with great skill so that it landed right between my eyes.
He laughed.
"Look at yourself, you're fucking disgusting."
Taylor joined his laughter.
"Great work, bro. Now get cleaned, we ordered pizza. Here, take Coop's shorts."
Skip took the pair of board shorts from Taylor and stripped off his Superman boxers. He turned around to wash his rod in the sink. Then he poked the boxers on the floor with his toes.
"You know what to do, boy," he said and left me there on my knees, cum and spit dribbling down my face.
Being used and humiliated by this superior younger boy had given me a painful hard-on, but I knew it would take a while until I could take care of it. I wanted to have some time to recover before I would meet the boys again, so I washed my face and started to clean the bathroom.
I was almost done when Taylor appeared at the door, grinning.
"Come on, dude, I want to show you something."
Reluctantly I set my mop aside and followed him. The boys had already finished their lunch; there were three large empty pizza boxes, only one slice was left.
Skip chuckled when he saw me.
"Well, well, it's the star of the day. Sit down, man, we're gonna watch a movie," he said, patting a spot on the couch next to him. I walked over and sat down.
Skip moved closer and put his arm around my shoulder. It wasn't a sign of fondness. It was a classic gesture of intimidation, a sign telling the weaker guy not to fight back, whatever was coming for him.
"Relax, you'll like this."
Taylor tapped Cooper's laptop and a scene opened up on the 60" screen on the opposite wall. There was no sound, but the picture quality was first class; skaters use top equipment for recording their tricks.
I could recognize the actors in the video. There was a fag and an athletic young boy, his taut body clad in Superman boxers. The fag was on his knees, giving head for the youngster. Anyone watching the film could see that boy didn't have to force the faggot to pleasure him, he just loved to suck cock.
After couple of minutes they both turned to look at the camera. The boy was grinning triumphantly and the fag was just looking stupid, as he received three copious shot of sperm on his face. The boy teased him by using his cock to spread sperm on his face. The cocksucker seemed to enjoy the treatment and started to clean the younger guy's shaft with his tongue. He didn't seem to get enough of it, as he just kept slurping even when the teen's cock was already clean. The boy had to pull his hair to make him stop.
The video ended but started over right again; Taylor was playing it in a loop. They played it five times, and Skip made sure that I was watching every second. The boys commented the scenes.
"Uhhh, that's gross. You really like the taste of Skip's cum, don't you?" Taylor wanted to know.
I knew he wanted me to answer.
"It's okay," I mumbled.
"Okay? Be honest," Skip said and tightened his grip on my shoulder.
"Well, I like it, Skip."
And so on.
Finally the boys got tired in watching the video and teasing me. They discussed for a while what to do next, and finally decided to go water-skiing. But first all three needed to take a dump after their meal. I sighed; I would have to clean the toilet again.
I saw Skip whisper something in Cooper's ear, looking at me. Cooper laughed and nodded his head for approval. Apparently some kind of deal was made over my head. Finally the boys were ready for their beach fun. Cooper and Skip left, but Skip lingered behind.
"Hungry, dude?" he asked.
My pride - or what was left of it - told me not to accept any food from him. But I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and I felt weak. Besides, he wouldn't have taken no as an answer.
"Yeah. I'm hungry."
Skip took the last slice of pizza.
"Here it comes," he said, holding it for me. I tried to take it but he pulled his hand back.
"Just open your mouth."
I obeyed and held my mouth open for him.
"I'll give you some of my male hormones to go with it. You need them," he said and collected spit in his mouth. He let a long rope of slime dribble down on the pizza. Then he pushed the snot-covered slice slowly into my mouth and I started to munch. Actually it didn't taste so bad. I had tasted his cum already, so why care about a little spit, I reasoned.
Skip wrapped his arm around me again, leaned closer and started to speak right into my ear while I munched. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.
"You owe me ten blowjobs, dude."
I couldn't speak so I just raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah. I lost fifty bucks because of you. I know that's a lot for you, so you can pay me back by sucking my dick. Five bucks a blowjob. Get that?"
I nodded. Giving head to Skip wasn't an unpleasant idea at all, if he didn't get too rough with me.
"I made a deal with Coop. Weekends are for him, but he doesn't need you on weekdays. So, the ten blowjobs are just a payback, it doesn't stop there. From now on, you give me head whenever I want. Understood?"
I nodded again and managed to swallow the last bite of pizza.
"Good boy," Skip said and squeezed my cheek. Then he was gone too.
I had still a lot of cleaning left, and I wanted to be out of there before the guys came back. But before that, I had something urgent on my to do -list. I went to the bathroom and picked up Skip's boxers. I sat down on the floor, turned the boxers inside out and pressed the pouch on my face. I barely managed to open my shorts and take a couple of whiffs, imagining Skip's taunting face in front of my eyes, before I shot my load on the floor.
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