Thus is chapter 2 of Serving Justin. I hope those that enjoyed the first will enjoy this chapter. More coming if the interest is up. Write me at Blbstee2@yahoo.com Let me know your thoughts
Chapter 2
I know my face flushed hard when Justin told me he had his session with me in his bedroom on tape in his e-mail to me. I IM?d him and told him to erase it immediately, but of course he wouldn?t and had no incentive to do that. My mind flashed through all sorts of scenarios, especially the ones where he wanted to show any girlfriend I had or any girl I knew for that matter. He was turned on by the thought of showing them him dicking my face, having them see they were dating a boy that was a dicksucker and let another guy cum in his mouth. He had said that twice when I was there, smiling and making himself even harder with it and now again and I knew he meant it. But none of the scenarios with what he could do with that were good for me. It would be little enough for him to show anyone. He wrote me as we IM?d that he was making a dozen CD copies of the session. He had several places to hide them. ?I OWN YOU!? he wrote in pleasure. He knew I would be frantic. And I was. In response, I was bold, top jock like, threatening at first, but that got me a lot of IM LOL?s. And then I went to reasoning, he had gotten his experience and at my expense, couldn?t it be over now? His answer was an abrupt ?NO?. And then I was pleading. Begging him not to do it. He called me and I didn?t know how he got my number, but it was easy enough. Before I had left his house and biked home, he had taken my billfold when I wasn?t watching and it had a lot of information about me. I was so surprised, distraught, wondering, reflective and so many other sensations and emotions, I hadn?t missed it. It was a large one, nerdy maybe. It had pictures of my girlfriends or ones that I wanted that to be and school activity ticket and some money. But it was the information he wanted and he had it. My emergency numbers in case of injury, where my Dad worked. And my stepmom who is a bitch. She wants Dad?s money for her and her daughter, not even half sister to me. We live conservatively She hates me and I hate her, but we show to get along for Dad. Fears of all kinds loomed before me as the realization of the information from my billfold and the more serious recording of me sucking his cock to climax, licking his balls and cock and serving him like a fag pussy ran wildly through my mind.
Anyway. He called me by telephone a few minutes later, the IM?s being too slow to get where he wanted to go. He told me how hot it was that I had sucked him. His voice raised a shiver in me as I realized he had a sort of commanding, leading type of voice and I had succumbed to it and my?..my what? I had sucked him, let him have his dick in my mouth. It reverberated through me as I listened knowing that is how it was - me on my knees and then with my face in his balls and cock. He told me that it was even better than he had thought or imagined it could be and he had another bone one, maybe even harder than before he said with an almost threatening growl of pleasure. Having another guy down on his bone and balls was the greatest and he intended to have it a lot more. He described how entering my face had made him feel such power over me as well as the pure pleasure of getting dick sucked. How rubbing his large nutsack and rigid dick over my face and making me take his nuts in my mouth one at a time and kiss them was such a turn on for him from a sexual and power over another guy perspective. Especially, he said, a guy that liked girls and women and he laughed. ?Or do you?,? he said ?you were really good sucking dick man. A natural cocksucker. Your mouth was so hot and wet and even firm as you suctioned my dick?, and he laughed some, but with excited pleasure at his recall. He said he knew he had shot a lot of cum. A real lot of cum into my face. He was right. It was a hard gushing flood when he shot into my mouth. He liked it he said. Having his climax while buried in my face. Of course he hadn?t really been buried that time, only what I bobbed down to take, but I knew what he meant. He was excited reminding me again of his orgasm, his climax and his boy balls - a manufacturing zone for his sperm and fluids and I had taken them in my mouth from his erupting dick. He liked keeping me reminded that he was a jock and I was too, but I had sucked him, had let him rub his balls and cock all over my face. As he talked of these, the memories of it came into my head as well, me dipping my mouth over his bone while he was on his back, legs apart making way for me to be between them, his eyes looking down at me, feeling the pleasure of my mouth on him. He enjoyed telling me he liked coating my lips heavily with his precum and rubbing my face with his precum oozing cock. But he also told me he had found, on the bed, where I had let out so much of his cum. I had what had made it to my throat slide down into my belly, but not the heavy filling of cum that had been in my mouth. I had felt a choke a few times as I had bobbed and taken too much of him, his mushroom head at my throat opening and I would quickly back off, but when he shot his load, I thought I would retch it out and had to pull up so not so much of his dick was in my mouth, but he quickly filled that vacancy in my mouth with his heavy cockcream, his sperm load, but feeling it shoot in my mouth and towards my throat and the heavy, hot, thick nature of it made me retch some, surprised by its force and volume. I couldn?t help it, but I got that under control with a couple of short gagging sounds, but knew I couldn?t swallow it and as he relaxed back, the rigidity of his muscular body subsiding, along with the subsiding of his prick as he relaxed. I moved to the side and let it flow from my mouth as I gasped some for air, and closed my eyes as what stayed, thick and cloying in my mouth, made its way to my throat and I followed with several swallows which is what he heard and made him moan in pleasure, as he lay back before me as I gasped and he heard swallows as my saliva tried to wash what remained away from my mouth and down to my gut. But I know he thought his full load was in my face and belly at that time. But it wasn?t. He told me while talking to me by phone that he found it covered and soaked in the sheets where I had let it flow from my mouth. So much. My face reddened and I lied that I had taken it like we said, like he reminded me firmly that I had agreed. He knew the truth and told me in a louder voice that I had broken my promise to him. I had said I would take it in my mouth and swallow and had not. Next time you will he said. I had to clean this up, change the sheets. I?m never doing that again. That is what your mouth and belly are going to be for he said with a matter of fact voice, but one that held menace in it too. I said nothing, my mind knowing he held all the cards.
He started the conversation again, telling me he was done with my billfold. I?ve got everything I need from it. Come and get it. ?NOW? he added. I?ll have something else for you when you get here and I could hear the smile in his voice. Look me up on my web cam again, turn it on your PC and I?ll show you. He had sent me the site again. I said nothing already knowing what I would see. It was his cock, bone hard again. Only an hour and a half later. It was 10:30 p.m. now. ?I?ve got another mouthful for you cocksucker.? He said into the phone as I acknowledged I had the PC screen on his webcam. ?Oh yeah man. Get over here and suck this man. My balls got another load for you.? I told him I couldn?t. My folks were home and I couldn?t leave. School was the next day. That was when he sent me sent me more of the CD video scene. I licked my lips in nervousness. My own dick surprisingly not hard, but not reatreated either. Like my cock was nervous and wondering. My balls not sure what to do. ?Okay?, I said, ?but I?m only coming for the billfold. Nothing else. I knew I had to have that billfold back, even if he did get the information off of it. I have school tomorrow.? I said almost whining I realized, not something a baseball and multi-sport school jock did I knew, but I felt trapped and no way out. The line was silent, his cock rigidly wagging on my computer screen, his camera or his balls moving to get their shot in and I could see them moving on their own in his nutsack. ?They want your mouth cocksucker.?, he said and hung up the phone. I checked and could hear my dad and stepmom going to bed. I went out, telling them I was going to bed. My dad asked how my visit tonight went since I had left a note that I was going to a friend. ?Okay?, I gulped out, face turning red, but he didn?t notice. ?Just some study.? I said, I won?t need to go back. My stepmom glanced up from her magazine at me, no love lost and I went back to my room as I heard them head for bed themselves. Within five minutes I was on my bike again, heading back to where I had been less than two hours before. To get my billfold, I told myself firmly. That was all. No more cocksucking I promised myself as those very images of what I had done a couple of hours ago filled my mind again. I was on my bike and riding towards his house for the second time that day.