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"Teen Bully" pt. 22
Just when I begin to believe things are getting a little better in my life, Another young bully enters it!
The warm musky odor of Dover's socks, pressed tightly against my face, was having the exact opposite effect on me, than what I was expecting.
I mean, I was expecting to be totally turned off, maybe even to the point of barfing, yet the odor wasn't anywhere's near as bad as I was anticipating.
I mean, it's kind of hard to explain, I guess I was expecting this real fowl dirty feet odor, yet his feet weren't dirty apparently, cause as I knelt there in front of Dover, and licked the sole of his socks, I was only getting a very slight odor of perspiration from the socks, and what's weird is, I was even starting to be turned on a little. Strange... huh?
I mean his socks were a little damp from sweat and all, but it wasn't a dirty smelly type of perspiration. Anyways, I don't know how to explain it, all I know is, I was actually getting off on this tough soccer player's feet. There I said it, now you can call me weird if you want!!
I looked up once again, while licking his socks all over, and he was still grinning down at me, yet it wasn't a mean evil type of grin, that I had grown to associate with bullies. I thought to myself, if this kid is so mean and violent, and has the rep of being a really, really bad dude, then why wasn't I getting those vibes?
Dover decided after I finished the first sock, that was enough. I hadn't even started the second sock, before he spoke. "K dickbreath, you can stop now, get up here and take a deep wiff of my pits, tell me what you think."
As I stood up, and began moving towards the side of the recliner, Dover pulled off his soccer shirt.
I became immediately impressed with his body from his waist up. His narrow waist sunk down into his nylon soccer shorts, followed by a very thin patch of lite golden hair, beginning at his navel, and sneaking its way down into the waist band. As my eyes glanced upwards, skimming over his tight six pack, they came to rest on his well tapered, V shaped chest, and the well cut pecs, with small nipples that stuck out just a wee bit. His arms with guns that were as round as baseballs, caught my eye, as I tried to imagine what they must look like, when flexed.
His body reminded me so much of Danny's, but Danny still had him, I think!
There wasn't a single blemish on his well tanned smooth skin, and his square jaw and chestnut wavy hair, blended perfectly with his tanned gorgeous face, and dark as cole eyes.
Looking deeply into his eyes the first couple of times, scared me, as I mentioned before, they're different, like they're trying to tell me something. I don't know, Maybe I just wasn't used to looking into eyes that are so dark. I couldn't help but wonder if having eyes this dark, meant he was evil.
I leaned into his left arm, as he raised it, and I pressed my nose into the very cavity of his pit, and inhaled the very faint odor of jock sweat! I then pulled my face away and looked him in the eyes once again. "There's a faint odor, but it isn't too bad!"
He grinned softly while staring deeply into my eyes, as though he was once again trying to penetrate my sole. His voice was soft, but demanding. "Then what are you waiting for... clean em!"
I struggled to tare my eyes away from his! what was it? What were they trying to tell me?
I pressed my face into his left pit, and stuck out my tongue. His pits were nearly hairless, just a small, damp, lite brown, patch of very fine hair.
As I continued licking at his arm pits, There was something about him that made me tremble. I began getting those knots in my stomach, that I often get, when I'm uncertain and nervous about the outcome of something very important. My body was beginning to shake, and I tried desperately to ease the trembling so that he wouldn't notice. But, it was out of my control.
I finished his left pit, and moved over to his right. I began lapping at the damp hairs, and the faint odor. As I once again inhaled his masculine aroma, a strange feeling came over me, it was as though licking his pits, and worshiping his body, was something I should be doing, without being told!
It just felt kind of a natural thing for me to be doing.
What the hell was going on with my mind? I wondered.
When I felt that I had finished cleansing his pits with my tongue, I pulled my head away, and went back to the front of him, waiting for my next instructions.
Again he attempted to out stare me, and again he won, as I bowed my head, and shifted my eyes to my feet. It was his voice that brought my eyes back up to his. "Hey fag.... you're still standing, aren't you supposed to be kneeling....... at my feet?"
I nodded my head, and knelt down at his feet.
I couldn't stop asking my self, what it was about him, that was so different from Danny, Dillan, and Sean. I remember Josh telling me, that he wasn't like them, he was right, I could sense it my self. BUT! The thing is, I couldn't figure out, what it was about him, that made him different! Several things slowly came to mind, he didn't laugh at me when I obeyed his orders, and performed the degrading tasks he gave me, as the other bullies had a habit of doing. So that part of course was different! Another thing that came to mind, was that he didn't yell at me, in fact he never raised his voice!
He spoke again, his voice still calm and yet that authoritative tone still remained. "Remove my socks for me, then I'm gonna stand up, and I want you to remove my soccer shorts and fold them neatly! Then we're going up to your room, you can carry my things."
I began getting scared all over again, praying that Danny would call, or Josh would show up.
I pulled his socks off, and was surprised at how small his feet were, they had to be maybe size eight or nine, but no more than that. Yet they appeared sexy to me, and considering I've never thought of feet as being sexy, I couldn't help but think of this as a strange feeling for me to be having.
After removing his socks, I looked up, and untied the string to his soccer shorts, and placing my finger into the waistband I pulled them to the floor, and he stepped out of them.
He was wearing a black jock strap, and his butt was as round as a basketball, sticking out from the curve of his back, I thought of Amanda, and wondered if this is what she would refer to as a perfect bubble but.
I got a much better look at his thighs now, and having a fetish for strong, thick muscled thighs....well.... let me just say.... his rated a ten plus.
I held off for as long as I could before taking a good look at the size of the bulge in his jock-strap, and was equally impressed. However, I knew before even seeing it in the flesh, it wasn't as big as Danny's or Dillan's, maybe as thick but not as long.
I gathered his clothes and folded his shirt and shorts neatly, and I headed towards the stair case.
Once inside my bedroom, Dover took his time checking everything out, almost like he was taking inventory. But, even as frightened as I was, while he was taking inventory of my room, I was taking inventory of his perfectly shaped body.
There was little conversation between us so far. Which allowed my mind to think of ways to defend myself, if it came to that. As you know by now, I'm far from a violent dude, yet the first thing that came to mind, was that my baseball bat was under my bed!
He sat down on the foot of my bed, and without saying anything, he pointed to the floor in front of him. I took that as my cue to kneel. He then immediately began the eye game again, staring deeply into my eyes, making me want to scream out `WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?' But of course I didn't!
Once I was in position, he reached out and grabbed the back of my head, forcing my face into his jock-strap. "K....fag, take a huge wiff, inhale deeply, and tell me what you think"
I was now totally convinced this kid had a fetish for body odor, or lack of it!
I took a deep breath, inhaling his awesome masculine odor, and literally wanted to bury my face in that jock strap for ever. I couldn't believe how turned on I was to this dudes body odors, the odors from every part of his body, were not fowl or dirty, far from it, yet they had such the perfect masculine scent, that made you want to just lay down next to him and cuddle close to his body forever inhaling his male scent.
I glanced up into his eyes. "Dude, I don't know how to tell you this, but your crotch smells fucking awesome, that's all I can say!"
He didn't even give me that famous smirk that usually comes from a bully, when you say something so totally disgusting as I just did.. I so did not know how to take him.
He ordered me to remove his jockstrap, as he stood over me, again staring deep into my eyes.
Once I removed it, I gazed at his flaccid cock. I was right, it was smaller in length than Danny's , Dillan's and Sean's, but it was just as thick. While staring at it, I of course couldn't help but wonder, how big it became, once inflated. Yep, I thought to myself, I've come a long way these past few weeks. I now look at a dudes cock and wonder how big it is when hard.
Dover's soft and calm voice brought me back to earth. "So, don't hold back. Tell me! How is it in comparison? I mean,......with all the dudes you been giving blow jobs to.........do you like it?"
I looked up into those penetrating eyes of his, and nodded yes., thinking it odd, that he would even care whether I liked it.... or not!
"Then what are you waiting for?..... kiss it!"
I placed it in the palm of my hand and brought it to my lips, I then kissed it several times right on the head.
This brought a very soft, barely audible, moan from Dover. "ooooh...........that feels so awesome dude....keep kissing it.......just the way you are!"
After planting a dozen or so kisses on his flaccid cock, it began slowly inflating, obviously he was enjoying this, so far.
Dover then did something that totally surprised me, he gently lifted my head, with his hand under my chin, and again staring deeply into my eyes, he asked me a question that caught me so totally off guard. "So Jay, who did this to your face, you look like you've gone a couple of rounds with me in the ring....... you know I'm an amateur boxer.... right? So, tell me who did this.... Was it that punk Danny? Did he do this to you?"
I was stunned, his voice was so soft, and his touch so gentle, as he asked me this question...... almost as though he really cared! I was starting to believe there was some good in this dude, and wondered why he kept it so hidden. I also wondered why he was being so nice to me, considering his plans to use me. I began thinking that maybe he was softening me up for the kill. I lowered my eyes. "It's a long story Dover, but no, it wasn't Danny, it was a couple of dudes from out of town, from the juvenile center...I think! .......Maybe you know them.......eh?"
Dover then raised his voice, but still..... it wasn't really all that loud.
"What do you mean? Why would I know anyone from the Juvenile center?"
Obviously I thought his question was a little strange. "It's no big deal Dover...I mean... that you spent time there, it's what you do with your life from here on that matters! Anyways, I heard from a friend what you did at the teen boxing club, and the wicked beating you gave Brian Sinclair cause he's gay."
A totally confused look appeared on Dover's face, he just stared at me for a couple of moments before speaking. "Jay? I'm being totally honest with you, I don't have a fucking clue as to what you're talking about, I don't even know any Brian Sinclair, and what did I do at the boxing club that was so bad?"
I didn't know why Dover was denying his knowledge of Brian, or the fact that he spent time at the boys training school, maybe he was just ashamed of it.
Afraid to go any further with this, I made an attempt to drop it. "Seriously dude! It's no biggy, you're out now....and if your stay there helped in some way, that's all that matters...right?"
"Jay? I seriously don't want to hurt you in any way...but unless you tell me what I supposedly did at the boxing club that was so bad..... that they supposedly sent me to juvie......you're gonna feel the power of my fists, and trust me dude, you really don't want to go there!"
Well at least he's being honest about one thing...NO WAY....did I want to feel the power behind his fists. "K... I heard this kid Brian worked at the club...and like I said, I heard you dragged him into the ring cause he's gay, and you worked him over wicked bad, enough so he spent some time in the hospital..... and before you left the club that night.....well....I heard you emptied the cash register....you didn't think Brian was brave enough to rat on ya......but he did...and you got sent to juvie...that's what I heard...and I don't care what you did......just as long as you don't do the same to me...Please dude, I've been through enough shit these past couple of weeks, I don't need to top it off by being beat-up by some teenage boxing champ!"
I must have said something amusing, cause Dover began laughing a little, while shaking his head. "Dude? Somebody is really playing you for a fool, first off, nobody by the name of Brian Sinclair, has EVER worked at the boxing club, secondly, I've never spent any time at the juvenile home for boys, thirdly, why would I steel something that's mine to begin with....eh?"
Looking at Dover with squinted eyes, I just had to ask. "What do ya mean...your money to begin with?"
"Jay?.......my dad owns the boxing club, he opened it for me, on my twelfth birthday, cause I wanted to learn all about boxing and stuff...and the money it takes in?....It's all mine....I mean some goes to my college fund...some goes into my savings....and some goes towards my spending, but the point is....it's all mine, and there has only been one dude that has ever worked the club....it's my uncle! ....Sooooo?....Is that why you've been shaking like a leaf, since I arrived? You're afraid of me, afraid that I'm going to beat you up, and send you to the hospital? Trust me dude, I've heard all the shit you've been through....I would never hurt you...I swear!...but that's why you been shaking so much...isn't it?"
I was totally speechless, as I looked Dover in the eyes, and slowly nodded my head! I tried to speak, but couldn't find the right words to apologize, then I went from nodding my head slowly....to shaking my head slowly. "Then why were you so mean at school...and down stairs...why did you say the things you said? If you didn't have any intention of hurting me.... why did you bully me like that?"
It was Dover's turn to squint his eyes and look totally confused. "Because...and trust me dude! If you ever tell anyone this....I really WILL beat you up!...I don't even know why I'm telling you....but the thing is....well..... I've never had sex with anyone before, and all I've been hearing at school lately, is how fucking awesome Jay Turner's blow jobs are....but in order for anyone to get you to blow them, you need to be roughened up...and bullied..... even heard you like to be beaten up bad, before you will blow anyone!......That's why!..... Trust me Jay......I didn't really wanna hurt you dude.....but your friend Josh told me, the only way you'd ever give me a blow job....is if....I bully you......and beat you up really bad and shit!....BUT, the thing is..... I wasn't gonna beat on you....see, I thought once you saw my hot bod, all my muscles and my dick and all, ...well...I thought you'd jump at blowing me......that way, I wouldn't have to make you....ya know?"
After hearing everything Dover had been saying since we entered my room, nothing hit me harder than to hear that my best friend Josh wanted to see me hurt real bad!
He knows that Dover is a champion teenage boxer, and he set it up so that not only would I be petrified of Dover, but that Dover believed the only way he'd be getting a blow job from me.....is if he beat me to a bloody pulp!
I truly did believe now, that I had lost my best friend forever, I could never forgive Josh for this, not ever!
I looked back up at Dover, and told him the whole story, about why my face was all beat up, and that it was Josh that told me all that shit about him, even told him what happened that day at swim practice with Danny, and everything that has happened since, and that in the long run, Danny was right! I'm as gay as a three dollar bill, just never knew it....at least not till that day at swim practice! I told him that my feelings for Danny had changed , and how much I have grown to care about Danny, and all his protection these last few days. I opened up to Dover, like he was my long lost best friend.
I even told him, that though I hated being punched around, I didn't mind being dominated to an extent, as long as there was NO verbal abuse, and NO beating me up!
I then took Dover's dick in my mouth, and as I took hold of his hands and placed them on the back of my head, I began bobbing up and down.
Dover was getting his very first blow-job, and he was getting into it, like any straight teen jock would. "Ooooooh yeah dude! SUCK ME!"
It didn't really take Dover long to gain control of the situation, with his hands on the back of my head where I placed them, he curled them into tight fists, woven with strands of my hair, and began pumping my head up and down on his thick cock, as though he was pumping air into his bicycle tire, with one of those old fashioned air pumps, only with much more force!
It only took him several minutes before, he released the grip on my head, and started warning me. "Jay? I'm getting close dude.....come on Jay...get off it... seriously!.... I'm gonna shoot any second now!"
Less than a few seconds later, he literally flooded my mouth and throat with his sweet tasting sperm. I kept my mouth securely attached to his thick meat, and continued to suck on it ........ long after the last trickle of his cum, was sucked from his tight balls.
Finally he pushed me away from him, with more force than necessary. "Fuck man! How can something feel so fucking wonderful..... and soooo fucking dirty at the same time? You fucking swallowed my jizz! ........SERIOUSLY DUDE!......that's sooooo fucking sick! ....No fucking wonder these dudes beat you up....that's wicked gross man!.....I MEAN REALLY GROSS! I'm outta here dude! I was gonna spend the next couple of nights....but you're disgusting!"
Within minutes, Dover was dressed and heading out the door, with the door opened, he stopped, turned around and for the first time not looking me in the eyes, he bowed his head. "Listen Jay, I'm sorry! I just wasn't expecting that to happen, I'll see ya around...k? Do me a favor dude, if you ever need my help for ANY reason, let me know...k? I owe you big time! Another thing, what went on here tonight, is between you and me....I don't want anyone ever hearing about it....k?"
I nodded my head. "K Dover...and thanks for the offer of help....you never know when I might need it! See ya around!"
Dover was half way out the door, when he stopped, and turned to me once again. "By the way....thanks!"
Yep!...you guessed it...I felt a couple of tears creeping from my lids. That was the very first time, that somebody actually thanked me for blowing them! I stood there staring at the closed door, crying like an idiot. The kid I was so fucking afraid of just hours ago, had stolen my heart, and took it with him, as he left me standing in the middle of our foyer, crying like a baby......soooo wishing, that I hadn't been trained to swallow! Thinking that maybe...just maybe.... IF.... I had pulled away when he wanted me to, there might have been a slim chance....that he and I .....could have been friends!
I stood there in the foyer for a while, staring at the closed door, hoping he'd change his mind and walk back in, then I turned slowly, headed back to my room and decided to shower!
Once inside the shower, I started thinking about Danny, this was the first time since that day at swim practice, we had gone more than twenty four hours not seeing each other. The fact is, I missed him.
While washing my balls and dick, and with them now covered with soapy water, I began to jack. I did so with the vision of me on my knees in front of Danny. After getting off, I finished my shower, and laid down on my bed.
I fell to sleep almost immediately, and began dreaming. It was me and Danny inside my bedroom, I was being ordered to worship him from his feet up.
He was wearing his tight, black nylon speedo, standing over me, with his legs spread slightly, grinning down at me. His more than ample basket, practically touching my nose.
As I knelt there submissively, gazing at the well rounded protruding outline of his nut-sac, I heard him speak, as though he was right there with me. "Look at you, you fuckin faggot, it's been less than three weeks, and here you are kneeling in front of me drooling like a fuckin dog in heat, while staring at my bulge. You love this more than anything in the world right now, dontcha?" he laughed as he placed the palm of his hand under his balls, and cupped his package, raising it slightly, so that it pressed against my nose, and lips.
I couldn't speak, actually, I couldn't do much of anything, but kneel there inhaling the still lingering scent of chlorine from the pool.
Placing his hands on the back of my head, and curling his fists into large locks of my curly hair, he spoke down at me, his words were mean, cruel, degrading and demanding! "I knew it wouldn't take much to turn you into a cocksucking, asslicking, ballsniffing, piss drinking, fucking lowlife, queer faggot! So tell me you fuckin fag, after all the blow-jobs you've been giving all over town these last few weeks, who has the tastiest cock? Who has the best tasting cum, and who's piss has the best flavor?"
I looked up at him, and whispered. "It's you Danny, you're the best at everything, I've grown to love the taste of you cock, your cum, your balls, your piss, and even your ass. I can't even go twenty four hours without tasting your cock, you were right all along, I am a faggot, but more than that, I am a slave to you and your awesome body."
While gazing up at Danny, I heard a giggle within the room, I turned and there stood Amanda. Danny began laughing a hideous sadistic laugh. "What I tell ya babe, he's the lowest, he even gives the gays a bad name. Too bad you little queer, I don't need you tonight, I've got Amanda here to fuck, but you can get me ready for her. Lower my speedo, using your mouth, then take my cock inside you queer mouth and get it nice and moist for her twat, if you're good, I'll even let you lay underneath me, and you can lick my nuts while I'm fucking her. NOW GET BUSY FAGGOT!"
Amanda was laughing along with Danny, as she began doing a slow strip for him, while gazing down at me, and shaking her head. "Wow Danny, I would never have believed Jay is as perverted as you say, if I didn't hear and see it for my self! He sure is disgusting, wanting to do all that gross stuff to you."
Danny just laughed back. "See, I told ya babe, but that's why I need to use him, cause a hot jock like me, needs that kind of service, and respect, I mean, I certainly can't expect you to lower your self the way he does for me....ya know?"
I had Danny's speedo half way down, but couldn't tug it over his awesome bulge, this frustrated me, but not as much as it frustrated Danny. With a hard backhand to the side of my face, Danny pulled his speedo down him self, and stepped out of it. "Now get me wet...you fuckin loser! Amanda is waiting patiently for me to fuck her brains out!"
I gazed over at my bed and Amanda was laying there with her legs spread wide. "Please hurry Danny, I need your beautiful thick dick inside me, I need to feel those muscles of yours, as you grind them into me, while fucking me senseless, come on Danny.....please hurry!"
I was on my knees, doing my part, slurping on his cock, getting it nice and wet for him.
Then he ordered me to lay down on my bed, on my back, with the back of my head leaning up against Amanda's twat. He then placed two pillows under Amanda's butt, raising her snatch up, and climbed on top of her. His awesome balls were now dangling over my lips. As his muscular weight pinned she and I down. "Open your mouth Faggot, and start licking while I fuckin drill my cock deep inside her. You do a good job on my balls, maybe I'll let you suck my cock clean afterwards, give you a little taste of what it's like being a real man."
I began licking away at Danny's nuts, I hated to admit it, but at this moment, I hated Amanda, I wanted that awesome cock inside my mouth, pumping away, gagging me, even choking me, I didn't care if it made me suffer while he built up his sperm, I'll lean to live with all that discomfort, I just wanted his awesome cock so bad.
Danny fucked away at Amanda, she was screaming and moaning and crooning up a storm, as he fucked her hard, at times I even thought one of his mighty thrusts would push the three of us right threw the mattress.
Then all at once, Danny pulled out of Amanda, inched his way downward a little, and began pumping my mouth, and filling it with his sweet cream, while Amanda laid beneath him screaming obscenities at her boyfriend. "DANNY, WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING! Put it back in me right now, that's my cum, I just worked really fucking hard for it, now give it to me."
I didn't care much for the taste of her cunt all over Danny's thick cock, but his wicked sweet cum flooding the inside of my mouth, more than made up for it!
I awoke from that dream or nightmare, or whatever, to the phone ringing. It was Danny, how weird! "Hey Jay, I know I told you, you didn't have to come over tonight, but the thing is, I'm tired of fucking this queer loser, and I need something so way the fuck better, like your mouth dude. So can you get over here?"
I mentioned to Danny that I had the house to myself, and maybe he needed to just get away from all that for the night. Within five minutes he was ringing my doorbell.