See all the new 2007 cars at Yahoo! Autos.This is chapter 3 of Serving Justin. I hope those that enjoyed the first and second will enjoy this chapter. More coming if the interest is up. Write me at Blbstee2@yahoo.com Let me know your thoughts and parts you liked best. A lot more chapters ahead with good response.
Serving Justin -- Chapter 3
I was in good physical condition and made it pretty quickly to Justin's. His house was mostly dark. A few lights on. His house larger than my own. More features. The street lamps lit, bright and glowing. The night cool, almost cold, but I was heated up from the vigorous bicycle ride and had a butterfly filled stomach wondering how I would get my billfold back. Really wondering how I could get my life back. I had let something happen to me. Out of curiosity, out of having wondered myself and seen myself looking at cocks in the gym and others looking at mine and just being so fucking horny all the time with too few willing girls to satisfy me and all that were like me. And now I didn't know what to do. I had let another boy/man put his penis in my mouth and ejaculate hard and heavy and now he said he owned me. And I didn't know how to get out.
The site of his house again, even in the dark, maybe even more so in the dark , accentuating the thoughts that had gone through my head on my ride over, his essence still flavoring my mouth even though I had tried to wash that out. I didn't know if it was my mind keeping that there or if he was still there in my mouth. His cum that had filled my mouth before I had let it flow out. Filled between every tooth and tongue and gum and cheek. It had filled everywhere and I had felt the sickening realization of what I had agreed to and felt his incredible excitement and burst of thick heavy seed as it exploded in my inexpertly sucking mouth. The heavy coating that would not flow out staying with me and in my mouth which I swallowed with saliva and then all the way home. At home, just before he had called, I had used mouthwash and toothbrush, hoping to clear away what I had surrendered to in opposition to what I had expected, or had at least thought would be reciprocated. Instead, I had sucked a younger boy off, even though my size and build, he was younger than me by a year and in high school opinion that year difference between each category was huge. In everything, seniors should dominate over juniors and juniors over sophomores and yet it had been me on my knees serving him, letting him rub his heavy sex all over my face, mouth, eyes, nose lips, grinding into my face and then later letting him in my mouth, putting my mouth over him and using me or making me, through his strength of personality be used by him. And now, treacherously tricked by him.
I parked my bike by the tree at the furthest end of the large yard and then walked across the dormant grass, my sweat top and shorts holding the cold from my skin, my shoes with cut socks finishing the outfit, my toned legs bare. Just as I stepped on the porch, hesitating, not sure what to do there were two cars in the driveway now Justin came from the dark shadows of the opened garage. He called in a low voice to me.
"Bernie. Here. I have the billfold. But it will cost you." and in the dark I could hear the smirk in his smile. I went over to him. He told me his folks were still up and we'd be going in the back door. I told him just to give me my billfold and he said he lied. It was still in his room. I'd have to go there to get it.
"Bring it out!" I demanded, but he only chuckled.
"Come and get it cocksucker." , and he turned away from me, dressed pretty much as I was except a t-shirt, his chest nipples erected a bit from the cold, I glanced guiltily down to his groin, fearing what I might see there, but it was too dark. My face grew really hot at his name calling of me, but I said nothing other than felt the fire in my face and gut knowing there was little I could do right now in his home.
I followed Justin inside, from the garage to their patio into a game room separated from the patio with large heavy glass doors. There was a shower and bath facility I could see off to the side. On their deck they had a multi-person hot tub and nice gardens. Neither of us said anything. He turned as we got to the game room. I had thought we were heading to his bedroom, but I wasn't sure of the way since we were entering differently than this afternoon when I had ...serviced him.
"Okay. Get the billfold." I said in my toughest voice. He glanced back at me and pulled off his t-shirt in answer.
"Not yet," he responded calmly. "You own me first." he added with a smile as he kicked off his deck style shoes leaving only shorts on and in the better light I could tell he had no underwear on.
"No fucking way I owe you a fucking thing!" I said toughly. Glancing down as he removed his shorts, stepping out of them leaving his masculine, toned up boys body before me.
"Keep it quiet. My folks are here now but will be going to bed in a few minutes. They're rooms are on the other side of the house. They won't come in. I always shower at this time before bed. We said our good nights a few minutes before you got here. "Now strip down. Now!" he added.
"No. Give me the fucking billfold and I'm gone." I said now more earnest than tough as I saw his nude body, his cock swinging some in the very warm room, his nuts churning like I saw them up close earlier. I glanced to the door.
"I own you dicksucker," he said quietly but with force as his eyes burned into mine. His assuredness even more than this afternoon. "I have CD's made of you sucking me. Of making me cum.. Your face is clear. It's you. Everyone will know it is you. Your whole school. And the girls you want to like you. You saw only a small sample. I have Erin's name and address. I have Kendra's. I have Molly's. I got your buds names on the baseball team picks. What are the "ladies" going to think of their boyfriend the cocksucker. Or your team mates. I'll let you go when I'm tired of you, but your male dicksucking of me is too fucking hot to give up. You were my first guy on his knees and I'm going to use you up. Or let everyone know about how you loved my cock, how you sucked me and took my cum. I didn't see you let it out of your mouth, as much as you could, but the camera did. I erased that. It looks like you swallowed a hell of a load from me. Pricksucker. That will be you. Those bitches won't have anything to do with you and they'll tell all the girls in your school and mine. You're going to know every centimeter of my cock, of my ballsack."
I stood there, my face falling and his eyes and smile let me know he had seen the effect his words had. I would get my billfold back, the evidence in it, the CD recordings were against me.
I glanced around. My last plaintive plea. "Come on man. Just let me have my billfold. Let's forget this afternoon. Please man. You got me. Give me the CD's I won't tell anything about it." My words made him laugh in pleasure and even make his dick thicken as mine.
"Get your fucking clothes off," and he turned to the large shower room. He watched as I did the same as he. Taking off my shoes, mini-socks, sweatshirt and shorts and then went to him as he beckoned to me.
The shower was large, with variable light and he turned it down and then threw a folded towel on the floor. "You're going to give me my nightly shower dude." And then added, "On your knees," and smiled again with a look I would recognize as wicked lust with time. My movements were slow and strained. I thought about taking him on. Busting him up. But that would create a really bad deal. Worse for me? Or him. One more time I thought. I'll have my billfold and figure something out. I'd give him his shower on my knees and get the fuck out of there.
He turned the water on and I went in. I compared our bodies. Similar. Me a dark blond, he darker completed. This thick dark pubes I knew well. His dusky colored prick my eyes and mouth new and I shuddered as I recalled it.
"Serve me cocksucker" he said and handed me the soap as we stepped into the pelting water, wetting us quickly. I tentatively ran the soap over him, noting his musculature was good, like mine, built, athletic and I also realized he was a year my junior and in control. What would he be like as a year older I wondered. Soon his hands, as I worked lather on his upper body, went to my shoulders and I felt the insistent pressure.
"Kneel man," he said and his pressure was more insistent and I felt my muscles rebel. "Kneel!" and my knees bent and then I went down, my head bowed down in some mortification as he then seemed to tower above me. I ran the soap around his butt and legs and belly as his cock took center stage as I avoided looking at it. It was thickening, his balls were churning I could see out of the corner of my eyes as they looked everywhere but there.
He moved his body for me as I soaped and rinsed and then he said. "Okay man do my dick. Do my balls."
He turned to me, his hips thrust forward. Cock really thick, but not boned up like I had sucked this afternoon. I soaped it and it rose quickly with my touch. His balls moved heavily in his large smooth sack, hanging down still, and I worked the soap in and then rinsed him and then looked up as the water poured down on us. My own cock hung loosely, with my balls, feeling a stimulation in a way, but more a submission to this younger male. He looked down at me as I looked up, kneeling on the now very soaked towel. "Give them a mouth rinse bitch," he said firmly, knowing that with this, what he had gotten me to do, to serve him, be his bath slave. He thrust his hips forward, with a firm power so that his straight prick was only a couple of inches from my mouth, his balls hanging largely below. I could see the pleasure, the dominance, the control he was powerfully feeling. The warm water cascaded down on us. It was a good shower with lots of hot water, large spacious and plenty of room for a man standing and man kneeling and even more room than that. My thoughts wondered how many times this had happened here. He said I was his first cocksucker. The first man he owned. His hips moved forward until his firm, mushroom head of cock was at my lips. He didn't touch my head, just pressed his dick harder to my lips.
"Open. Now," he demanded and my mouth opened to take him as my head moved forward some as he moved his hips to send his cock past my lips opening my mouth wide to take his thickened prick as the water drenched over me and him. I could see every vein and pulse until he was so close my eyes crossed as he entered my face. My mouth level with his dick, his large balls below my chin, my eyes fixated on the thick heavy tangle of his bush, sparkling with water crystals and rivulets. He slid his prick in and I could hear his masculine whisper of "Oh yeah. OH YEAH!" as he made me take him, he enjoying the warm wet heat of my mouth, competing with the heat of the shower. Steam rising some around us. He kept pushing in until he was at my throat opening. It seemed like a foot in, but was probably only three inches. But it was enough to make me gag some and he felt that vibration and it made him moan aggressively, as a second choke escaped me before I pulled back and simultaneously he used his left hand to grip my soaked hair and hold my head steady, pulling me back on him as I had pulled back to where only the hot mushroom head was in my mouth and then he pulled me towards him, his hips thrust forward to meet my face, my hands, which had hung to my sides moving to defend myself, my face, my mouth, my throat from him as he twisted my hair in his hand and then put his right hand down to move his balls about, to stimulate them as he pulled me towards him, my resistance not matching his insistence until his cockhead was again at my throat and pressing against it, very slowly, holding it, my eyes widening and then he was at the choke point and I gagged again. He cried out in a soft growl , keeping to keep his voice low, but his deep masculine pleasure at my choking on his dick all too evident. "Ohhhhh yeah man! Choke on it! Gawwwwddddd feeling you choke on it is sooooo fucking hot!"' I gagged again and he wasn't in deep, but I had no experience and tears ran unnoticed from my eyes in reaction to my choking, those tears shielded by the shower pouring down my face. My hands pushed hard against his thighs. Like a match of strength. The sensation of my gag and choke vibrating down his dick to his balls empowering him., making him feel really good and omnipotent over me. He pulled my head back and began a slow pull of my face to his dick. We struggled lightly, I gagged a couple of more times. I felt a sense of degradation almost that I was again sucking his cock, choking on him, gagging some and he wasn't in deep. I prayed that my struggle against him was enough. His thick mushroom headed dick flowing precum really heavy, our bodies working in synch in a strange way as he controlled and I pushed against the power of his hips as his hands and hips worked to ensure his thick, precum oozing cock was in my face. My eyes opened and closed as his cocksucking session with me extended as he took his pleasure from me on my knees. His youthfulness keeping desire high and his muscular endurance long. I was used by him and struggled, and the water running down into them, me seeing and feeling his pull, his bone over my lips, the friction lubricated with the hot shower water as my mouth moved over him by his force and my push against his hips. I gagged again as he pressed harder, wanting it. I felt his cock thicken and my panic at eating his cum after having my mouth filled in the afternoon rose again and I struggled. For an outsider wanting the scene it would have been an erotic dance of a dominant boy over the boy he was forcing to subjugation. But then he withdrew. Panting, pressing the shower. His cock flicking itself up and down in its near climactic release and excitement. He had been near cumming I think. His body shedding the water of the shower, his hand releasing its tangled grip in my hair. I slumped beneath him, his heavy precum flow.coating my lips and mouth and some running down my throat. I gasped for air in the deep humidity of the shower. I stared down as I put my hands down to the floor, like a four legged animal before him as I gasped again for air. I coughed lightly several times, my throat opening feeling the slight bruising of his several hard bumps against it. Not much, but I knew it had happened. It wasn't only his masculine essence in me, but the feeling of his power. He shut the shower off and we stayed as we were for a few moments and then he dropped a large towel down on me, directing me to dry him off. As I did he told me how he had been sooooo fucking ready to shoot his load. He told me he loved the sound of my choke and only regretted that the water hand drowned out the sound hot Hot HOT he growled in his masculine pleasure as my own body, equal to his, served him. His cock did not go down at all, but then he had not cum.
The lights in the rest of the house were out as he had finished with me and we moved from the shower. I had dried Justin and myself, he making me lick his cock and balls during the drying process with the towel as I worked around him or he rotated his prick and balls to me. I was only permitted to stand when doing his shoulders and hair, otherwise I was on my knees before him. His cock continued to leak precum heavily as he was really boned up. His bone hard as steel. When a pearly drop, a heavy pearly drop would appear at the tip or his erect member, he would stop and make me lick it off, or suck, just a part of the tip of his glans with my mouth and lips while he growled in pleasure. "Great mouth man!" he would say. "A natural. Born to it," he would add, making me feel the anxiety of what I was doing, my mind frantically going over the options of how to stop this, save myself from more of it, and when nothing else, justifying how I could be on my knees to him telling myself I had no choice. He made me lick him from root to tip several times. From the bottom side and then the top side or at least on the sides. And then his balls, which I think gave him less pleasure physically maybe but as much or more from an emotional and power perspective over me. I wanted to do neither now, but being made to lick his nutsack and put his balls one at a time in my mouth was humiliating, as my own nuts sagged helplessly between my own toned and muscular thighs. Justin liked the feel of my face moving to his cock and balls he told me over and over. He told me, loved telling me, that having me before him like this, serving him was the most powerful feeling he had ever felt, the strongest sensations of power and strength. And he reminded me as I dried him that I was older than him. That he was only a sophomore and had a high school junior cocksucking him and it was GREAT! I said nothing, but felt a seething sense of hatred for him, but also a strange surrender to the situation I had let happen. My thoughts twisted around the problem as it probed my mind as tormentingly as my tongue had twisted around his dick as he had me suck him and had pulled me to his groin.
I didn't let him know that the tears had run from my eyes as I had choked some on him in the shower. So much water, he wouldn't have seen or known. I couldn't help it as the gag reflex had kicked in so firmly when his cockhead had gotten to the opening of my throat. But he told me how hot and good that felt when I had gagged on him in the shower as he had pulled me by his grip in my hair more firmly to him. Still he had more than two inches that hadn't gotten into my face. It was different than in the late afternoon when I had been in full control of how far I went down and timing my motions on his cock as I bobbed obediently for his male control over me. When I felt a gag tickle coming then, I had just backed off to recover and kept going, until he gushed his cum like a lava fountain into my face. But this had been different in the shower, much different. My control, which had only been superficial in how I sucked him had been turned to complete defense while I had him my mouth getting more face fucked by him than sucking like this afternoon. I tried to keep up, to anticipate, to gauge by the movement of his muscles with the water pouring down as his vigor and the intensity rose and then I had gagged on him and he had liked it, he had growled his pleasure at my gag and choke and the vibration of it and the sensations of power it delivered to him.
When I finished drying him and then myself quickly, he had asked, no, he told me to pick up our clothes that lay on the floor and we went, both nude, through the darkened house, he leading the way until we reached his bedroom. As we walked towards his room, I could only think that he had not cum, but my mouth was thick with his precum anyway, which had flowed from his erect prick nearly like a faucet as he had kept his cock in my mouth for so long in the shower. I had opened my mouth to the showering water to rinse out as he had let me move my face from his groin, his cock from my mouth, but it did not remove his masculine flavor, his essence, nor the feeling of his heavy coating in my mouth and tongue and gums, but I was still grateful that he had not cum. I thought maybe he now understood that I couldn't take his cum, that it was too much to expect, that he could jack off instead and that my "mouth rinse" of his dick and balls as he had called me to do it would be the last. But he hadn't finished jacking off in the shower and now uneasily as I wondered when he planned to shoot his load I wished I would have tried to jerk him off while I knelt. So he would have shot in the shower and I would know it was over. I resolved again to get out as soon as I got my billfold. It had been one thing to wonder about it in the locker room and chat about who would suck who on the internet. It was different to be in the situation and be the boy/man that was subjugated.
He closed the door when I entered and then flipped a light switch which turned on lamp lighting, giving the room a subdued glow. His computer screen dark, but the box humming, his desk disorderly like when I was here before and the bed still messed up some, but I could see the sheets had been changed, at least the top one, where I had let his heavy cum load pour from my mouth when he couldn't see. But his computer saw. And he found the evidence of me recanting my agreement to him. He would have done the same I knew. But of course, I was the one kneeling, not him, so of course he wouldn't do it. He had called it gross and any guy that did it, that let another use him, let him cum and swallow what shot from his dick was low and beneath him. He seemed to relish it though. Relish the power and control. Getting me to do the lowest form of subservience a straight man could do to another take his cum, his seed deep into his mouth. To become his personal male mouth pussy. That authority and the masculine view of his supremacy over me I think thrilled him as much as the actual act itself. I had thought it would be okay that afternoon, but it wasn't, made me feel used, impregnated with another man's seed and my mind screamed out not to swallow the thick heavy man-load, on behalf of my own masculinity, but even letting the cum flow out from my cum filled face had left enough in to down deep know that I had taken him, had swallowed, had some of his sperm in me, even now. And now it could have happened in the shower again. I shuddered as we entered the comfortably warm room.
I dropped his clothes and some of mine and started putting my shorts on. His room was warm and both of our balls in a large hanging state, my cock down in submission to his, and his boner still raging.
"Just give me the billfold. Please." I added, my voice subdued. I just wanted away. To get on my bike and put this past me.
"No. Not yet. You still owe me your promise," he smiled with a wicked lust filled look in his eyes. His boyish face as handsome as any in that light or nay light for that manner. As nice looking as I thought I was. I really hadn't looked at guys in that way and only curious about our looking at the bods and cocks of some guys and more turned on when they had looked at me and I had known. Just like Justin had talked. A determined look of desire of wanting, now needing to get off, as I glanced down at his rigid erection in the dim light. His look was not of love or those emotions, but of raging lust wanting satisfaction. One leg in my shorts, the other out, my own cock and balls down, my gut wrenching at what "no" meant, what "promise" meant to him. My mouth and eyes knew it well but introductions were just starting really. Despite his residual coating the feeling in my mouth went dry as I pondered his words, his eyes and I let my shorts drop from my hand and stood back up straight facing him and then looking down at his very hard prick pointing menacingly at me another large drop of precum formed at its cockslit..