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I wasn't afraid of these guys. They'd been after me since freshmen year and I was used to getting roughed up by these assholes. I still hated coming to school, though, and if I could have gotten away with skipping class every day to avoid seeing any one of them, I would have. But there were only so many places to hide in school, and they were getting better at guessing where I'd be. After the third bell, I thought I could hunker in the Boys' bathroom next to the gymnasium, but the Three Amigos were waiting for me.
Fuck. My knees hurt. When one of them knocked me down, they never let me get to my feet, but I was allowed to get on my knees. I think if I couldn't run away and they could look down on me, none of them cared how I held myself. But the linoleum was hard on my kneecaps and these assholes had been laughing it up and talking about what a loser I was for ten minutes.
When would they lose interest and let me go on my way already?
"Did you learn anything today, shit head?" Ethan, the leader of their clique of assholes asked.
After Ethan questioned me, Jackson and Waylon had stopped braying like hyenas. They liked to laugh constantly to keep the mood going. I hoped their going quiet meant they were getting bored with harassing me and ready to go about their way. Hopefully far away for at least a week. And straight to hell if I had my way.
I wiped the blood that started to drip from my nose with the back of my hand before I answered. I tried to keep my tone neutral. If I showed attitude, either Waylon or Jack-Off would punch me again.
"Yeah. Sure."
Ethan smirked. From the evil twinkle in his eyes, he must have figured out I said whatever he wanted to hear to get out of there faster. I braced myself. Ethan didn't hit me often. Instead, he left that job to one of his flunkies. But if I mouthed off to him, or he thought I was trying to act smart, whatever the fuck that means to an idiot like him, I'd catch a gut punch.
"You see, I don't think you did learn anything," Ethan said with a grin eviler than the glint in his eyes.
I lowered my head and looked at the rubber-streaked linoleum.
"I'm sorry." Saying anything else wasn't going to do me any good. Ethan wouldn't be placated by what I said until he decided to be.
"Sorry for what?"
I had no idea what he wanted me to say. I didn't snitch when they beat the shit out of me, or mouth off to them, at least to their faces. So, I figured Ethan wanted to hear me beg to be let go. Except, I wasn't in the mood to grovel to these pricks. But I didn't want to get fucked up either. I sighed and tried to figure out how to get away without licking boot.
Literally, if I wasn't careful.
"For avoiding you guys all day."
Waylon laughed. "Oh, no! Is that what you were doing? What for?"
Jackson snickered.
"No," Ethan said, his tone lacking any of his buddies' juvenile humor. "That's not what you should be sorry about."
I looked at Ethan and winced. The malicious smile on his face was one I'd seen a million times before. He was about to do something especially fucked up to me.
Ethan's grin went from evil to maniacal when he saw my reaction.
"Ask why you should be sorry."
I didn't say anything. Now not only did I not want to apologize for whatever bullshit Ethan was talking about, but I was getting pissed. None of these assholes were smart enough to be playing mind games with me. And I wasn't going to pretend they had more than three brain cells between them.
"Why don't you give me a hint?" I said.
The shit-eating grin on Ethan's face vanished. I was in for it now, but I didn't care. I tightened the muscles in my stomach and enjoyed the rage I put in Ethan's eyes.
"The fuck you say?" Waylon said before he closed in on me with his roided-out arms bowed at his sides and his hands balled into fists.
I made a preemptive wince and prepared to get socked in the jaw again. Hopefully, Ethan won't follow it up with a kidney punch.
"Hold up."
From the look on his face, Waylon was more surprised than I was when Ethan stopped him from knocking my lights out.
Until then, Ethan was perched on the sink at the end of the row. Now he unleaned and came over until he stood right before me. He didn't look down at me with menace, so I couldn't tell what was happening in his expression. I still expected to get hit and braced myself for the blow.
"A hint, huh?" Ethan said. "Okay. I saw you cozying up with Debbie in Chem this morning. You have no business even thinking about oozing all over someone like her."
I was so surprised by what Ethan said, I unclenched my stomach and gazed up at him with my mouth hanging open. All slack-jawed and confused like one of these three morons during an Algebra test.
"What are you talking about?"
Suddenly, the unreadable expression on Ethan's face turned into one I was more used to—naked aggression.
"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about!"
I did. Ethan implied I was flirting with Debbie Tisdale. Only I wasn't. I was friendly and cooperative because we had an assignment together in Chem. I was not trying to pull a Don Juan on her. But I guess it made sense this dumb fuck couldn't wrap his head around completing classwork with as little struggle and drama as possible.
"I wasn't—Jesus Christ—I wasn't hitting on Debbie, you asshole!"
I shouldn't have called him an asshole, because it was going to get me hit. But I was really, really pissed. I was so ticked off that the bizarre irony of anyone accusing me of coming on to a girl didn't seem funny to me at all.
Ethan stood over me with his fist raised, but no punch came. He just glared for a few seconds before he decided to spout off more stupid shit.
"You were all over her. I saw it with my own eyes. Thought a smart guy like you knew to keep his hands off other people's girlfriends!" Ethan sneered at me. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson. You're good at learning shit, right?"
"You're out of your mind! I wasn't "all over" your girl, dumb ass!"
Ethan reached down, grabbed me by the hair, and wrenched my head back. I squawked because it hurt, and I wasn't expecting him to do that. He tightened his grip on my hair and leaned in close enough that I could smell his breath. He must have smoked recently because I smelled pot.
"I know what I saw," Ethan said, his breath fogging up my glasses.
"Bullshit," I gasped. "If you saw me flirting with Debbie, you're fucking blind!"
Ethan threw me back by my hair hard enough that I couldn't stay on my knees because if I tried, I think I would have gotten whiplash. I barely caught myself before my shoulder hit the floor. I groaned as I pushed back up onto my knees or tried to before Ethan put his foot on my chest and kicked me back onto my ass.
"What the fuck!" I shouted.
"Grab him," Ethan said.
Waylon and Jackson didn't waste time grabbing my arms and holding me still. Ethan waited until they secured me before he strode up and loomed over me. The look in his eyes was overflowing with violence, and I knew I was about to get one hell of a beating this time. All over some bullshit that wasn't true!
"I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not going to put up with a little shit like you thinking he can mess with my girl."
"Look, man, I was not—" I said, trying one last time to convince him he was wrong about me and Debbie before he started punching me. I thought it was too late when I saw Ethan raise his hands from his sides.
I braced myself for a beating. Instead of winding up a punch, I saw Ethan's hands move to the front of his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped, exposing the front of his plaid red and black boxers. Then he reached down and fished his flaccid dick out of the front flap of his underwear.
I stared at his pale limp dick for a moment and wondered why he exposed himself. Then I guessed he wanted to piss on me and was surprised. After years of abuse, none of them had ever done anything that gross to me before. Maybe I should have expected them to escalate and do something like use my face as a toilet, though. With bullying, there was no place to go but down.
I was already pinching my lips together when Ethan stepped closer. His fingers were aiming his dick right at my face and I didn't want his piss to get in my mouth. Ethan came closer, and I leaned my head back. Wondering why he thought he needed to be closer to piss on me. Any closer and the stream would spatter all over and get on his buddies, too.
"Open your mouth," Ethan said.
"Fuck you!" I replied through lips and teeth clenched so tight I could have been mistaken for a ventriloquist.
"I'll beat the shit out of you if you don't open your fucking mouth."
If I weren't afraid of getting piss in my mouth, I would have laughed. I could take a beating, and he should know. I kept my lips sealed and stared at Ethan defiantly.
Ethan reached out with his other hand and pinched my nose. He didn't even pinch hard enough to hurt, just enough to cut off my air. I tried to breathe through my mouth, but the tiny opening I made with my lips didn't let me pull in enough air. I was going to pass out before too long.
"Open your fucking mouth!" Ethan said.
I shook my head as much as possible while Ethan pinched my nose. My eyes watered, and my chest heaved as I struggled to breathe and break away from the grip Ethan's cohorts had me in. I refused to give in and let this depraved, evil prick use me like a urinal without a fight! I'd die first!
"Fine, then I'll shove my dick in your mouth after you pass out. Either way, I'm going to teach you your place!"
Struggling to breathe, Ethan's words didn't register for a few seconds. When they did, my mouth flew open. I was about to exclaim, "Wha-?" but Ethan shoved his cock in before I could utter a full syllable.
"What the fuck, bro?" Jackson exclaimed.
"Yo!" Waylon said.
For the first time in all of history, I agreed with both those assholes.
"You try to bite me, we'll knock your teeth out!" Ethan said, ignoring his friends' outbursts.
I froze. I was caught off guard by a few things all at once. First, I had Ethan Parks' cock sitting on my tongue like a warm, fat, limp noodle. And second, it didn't taste or smell foul. I always consider my tormentors unwashed thugs, but now I had definitive evidence that at least Ethan knew how to bathe.
I was also shocked Ethan added rape to his repertoire. Or maybe sexual assault was a better description? Because after a few minutes of his dick in my mouth while he still pinched my nose, I was halfway sucking and licking him to breathe, and Ethan was still flaccid. So, he wasn't getting off, at least not sexually, to what he was doing to me.
I wanted to bite Ethan when I finally understood he didn't put his dick in my mouth for a blowjob, he did it to humiliate me. And what straight guy wouldn't be devastated after being forced to have another guy's cock in their mouth? While I wasn't exactly happy about it myself, I've wondered what it'd be like to suck another guy off for years, so my sexuality wasn't taking much a hit. Just my pride.
Just because I wasn't losing my shit over being made to gobble a guy's dick didn't mean I wanted Ethan's dick in my mouth. It was still sexual assault that he was doing. Plus, I hated him with every fiber of my being and have hated him since my freshman year. This shit was the final straw!
I didn't bite Ethan's dick off though I was tempted. I knew I could endure it until he was satisfied. I just had to wait until he got bored, like when he lost interest in pummeling me. This was just more bullying he was putting me through. I was used to that. But afterward, when I got out of this bathroom, I would tell my parents I was never coming back to this school. I'd take the GED and find work somewhere until I saved up enough to get the fuck out of this shitty town and away from these assholes for good!
"Finally found a good use for that smart mouth of yours," Ethan said, sneering down at me.
"Dude, this is…" Waylon trailed off.
"Fucked up!" Jackson finished the thought.
"Don't worry, he isn't going to tell anybody he had my cock in his mouth," Ethan said. "Everyone's gonna thinks he's a fag if he does. Ain't that right?"
I ignored him and looked straight ahead at the front of his boxers and through the slot spread apart by Ethan's dick. I saw inside a thick bush of pubic hair slightly darker than the hair on Ethan's head. It smelled clean, too. Like fresh baby powder.
Ethan slapped my cheek with his hand. Not too hard because of where his dick was, but hard enough to get my attention. I wanted to emasculate him right then and there, but not only would they smash my face in, I wouldn't leave the bathroom alive. But Ethan's accurate comment about people thinking I'm gay if they knew I had a dick in my mouth gave me an idea.
It was risky. Ethan and the rest were homophobic, but probably no more violent about their bigotry than anyone else in town. I probably wouldn't get tied to a post if I did something they considered legitimately gay. I had to take advantage of the fact I wasn't having a crisis over being forced to take a dick in my mouth. If I could stand that much, then I could handle putting effort into trying to get Ethan hard.
Ethan didn't notice when I started giving him head, not at first. He was still waiting for me to look at him and give a garbled answer around his dick. When I did look up at him, I saw his nasty smile grow nastier. Then slowly, the smile on his face shrank and shrank until he finally realized I was sucking his dick for real. Not only was I sucking, but I was also using my tongue. I twirled the tip of my tongue around the base of his dick slow and steady while I gently sucked Ethan's thickening shaft. It wasn't so bad because he was washed, and I could ignore the taste of clean skin easily, no problem.
The growing look of horror on Ethan's face when he started to get an erection was hilarious.
"What the fu—!"
When Ethan jerked away from me, his dick left my mouth with a popping sound. He grabbed his dick and tried to hide how hard he'd gotten, but Ethan was a grower, and it was impossible to cover up something that big. Even though I smirked at Ethan pathetic attempt to cover up his reaction to my blowjob, I was also relieved he panicked and pulled out before that thing got crammed halfway down my esophagus.
"Who's the fag now?" I said, very pleased I managed to humiliate him right back.
"Shut up!" Ethan shouted and tried to stuff his dick back in his pants. But it was too late for a cover-up, so to speak.
"Do you have a hard-on?" Jackson asked. Less as a question and more as an accusation.
Jackson's shock made him let go of my arm, and I used my newly free limb to wipe the spit off my mouth and chin.
"He started sucking me off for real!" Ethan protested.
"He's a guy!" Waylon exclaimed. "Getting a boner when a guy sucks you off means—"
"Hey, fuck you! I ain't a fucking queer!"
I laughed because that was a funny thing to say while trying to put a raging erection back in your pants, the way Ethan currently was.
Ethan looked at me, and I saw embarrassment bleed out of his eyes, and anger replaced it.
"He did it on purpose!"
"But I thought you wanted me to suck you off, Ethan?" I said innocently. "You seemed to like it!"
"You piece of—" Ethan said before he leaped towards me. He looked ridiculous instead of threatening. He'd stuffed his cock back in his pants, but his button and fly were still undone and there was a massive bulge down his right pant leg.
Waylon let go of my shoulder and arm and blocked Ethan.
"Hold on."
"Move!"
"Nah."
"What did you say?"
I couldn't see Ethan because Waylon's ass was in the way, but I heard the disbelief in Ethan's voice when one of his faithful minions didn't immediately obey his commands.
"I said, nah. You got to have some fun, now it's my turn."
When what Waylon said sank in, the smirk that'd been on my face vanished. I was already trying to scramble out of there when Waylon grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
Shit.
Shit!
"Where you goin'?" Waylon asked.
Shit!
"Let me go!"
"Nah. Jackson, get his other arm."
"What for?" Jackson asked even as he did what he was told. Together, they wrangled me to my knees again.
"You saw how hard Four-Eyes here got Ethan in less than a minute of sucking," Waylon said. "I think he knows how to do that because he's a homo."
Waylon looked down at me with a nasty leer worse than any one of the countless violent grins he showed before he kicked my ass.
"I bet you've had a lot of practice sucking cock, huh?"
"No, I haven't!" I protested because I didn't.
There wasn't a big gay scene in town. If there was, I was too sheltered to know anything about it. I was the only gay guy I knew, for fuck's sake!
Getting relentlessly bullied by these three shitheads wasn't the only reason I wanted out of town. The isolation and yearning to find people like me are why I wanted to leave the first chance I got.
"Let me go, and we never have to talk about what happened here again," I said, using what I would've said to Ethan to convince Waylon to let me leave unscathed. Or with minimal amounts of my ass getting kicked.
"Oh, that was your plan, huh?" Waylon said. "But that's not fair, is it?"
"What plan?" Ethan asked. And I thought he was supposed to be the smart one out of these nitwits.
Waylon ignored Ethan and instead began undoing his pants. The leer on his face turned into something hungry and dangerous.
"Are you about to do what I think you're about to do?" Jackson whispered.
Waylon bit his bottom lip before he answered. "Yep. I'm not leaving here without getting my cock sucked too."
I sat frozen, not knowing what to do. My plan to embarrass Ethan backfired on me.
"That's rape," I rallied, though I don't know why I bothered besides naked desperation. These assholes didn't have any issue with violating my bodily autonomy daily. Breaking the law and moral decency was never big on their list of things not to do.
Waylon laughed.
"Well, maybe. But wasn't it your idea to suck Eat?"
"He-He forced his dick in my mouth!"
"He didn't tell you to suck him off, did he?"
"That's still…"
"Yeah. Sexual battery," Waylon replied. "That's what my uncle would call it."
Waylon's uncle was a county judge. He was one of the town's few citizens who attended college. And the only one to finish law school in the past twenty years. I almost wanted to look up to Judge Redding, but he's why Waylon could get away with half the sketchy shit he did.
"But you made it sexual. All erotic and shit so he got turned on and embarrassed."
"Motherfucker," Ethan whispered.
Waylon finished hefting his dick out of his pants and it was already half-hard.
"So why don't I offer you the same deal you wanted from him," Waylon said stroking his dick. "And what happens in the bathroom, stays in the bathroom."
"Me too."
I threw a look at Jackson and saw the same lusty gleam in his eyes that was in Waylon's.
"What the fuck! You guys aren't gay!" I exclaimed desperately. "Why are—?"
Waylon pressed his dick against my lips, and I pursed them to keep him from shoving it into my mouth. It smelled sweaty, not clean like Ethan's. I couldn't tell if the musk was because Waylon didn't shower after gym, or just the odor a guy's crotch accumulates walking around on a hot day.
"Open up," Waylon said like he was trying to fly an airplane spoon full of smashed carrots into my mouth.
I turned my face from his prodding dick. "Fuck off, or I'll bite it off!"
Waylon waved his dick under my nose. It was fully erect, hotter, and the smell was stronger than before. Then Waylon reached down with his free hand and stroked his long, thick fingers along my neck and under my jaw. The way Waylon touched my skin unnerved me, and allowed him to move my face forward without much of a fight. He rubbed his dick against my mouth and glazed my lips with warm, sticky pre-come.
"Nah, you won't," Waylon said, his voice low and jagged. "You want it."
I unconsciously licked the stickiness from my lips and my tongue grazed Waylon's dick.
"Holy shit," Jackson hissed.
I don't know if I rationalized what I did next by convincing myself Waylon had intimidated me into doing it, if I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, or if Waylon was right, and I wanted to suck him. Whatever it was, I opened my mouth and swallowed half his length in one go.
Something shifted inside me as the weight and thickness of Waylon's dick settled on my tongue. He was hard. Harder than the most unripe cucumber I practiced with. And way better to suck on too. Soft and firm at the same time. Not as big, either, so he fit more comfortably in my mouth.
I took a breath and inhaled another inch of Waylon's dick. I licked and sucked the skin clean of saltiness until there was just the taste of hot silky skin on my tongue. I plunged my head forward and swallowed another inch. I was close to taking Waylon all the way in. He wasn't as long or thick as Ethan, so I was sure I wouldn't choke.
I was drooling because Waylon's dick made my mouth water. I wanted to devour every inch, even though I knew I should fight the urges I was having. I dreaded how these guys would treat me tomorrow—the things they'd say, and what they would feel even more entitled to do to me. I knew I should act more reluctant so I could pretend I was being forced to give Waylon head, but I couldn't hide how starved for dick I was. Worse, I didn't feel embarrassed at all.
The more I sucked Waylon in, the closer my nose was to the unfastened crotch of his pants. Waylon had pushed down his underwear when he took his dick out and a thick patch of dark-brown pubic hair was visible. The scent there was stronger than the musk that had been on his dick. I wanted to bury my nose in that thatch and fill my lungs with Waylon's heavy, spicy smell.
I wanted to experience every part of sucking dick. I wanted to pull Waylon's pants and underwear down lower so I could suck his sack, too. How many times have I fantasied about nursing on another guy's balls while his stiff dick throbbed in my hand? I've lost count.
Fuck! I was losing my mind! I always knew I wanted to give a guy a blowjob more than I wanted to get one, but right now my stomach was all twisted in knots with a need to, I don't know… take my time and savor Waylon until he came.
I felt light-headed when I thought about Waylon popping his load in my mouth. I couldn't wait for the splash of his hot, thick, salty come on my tongue. Suddenly, I desperately needed to swallow every sticky drop!
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why Waylon of all people? Someone who'd bullied me for three years, and who I wasn't especially attracted to—until now, I guess.
I could almost understand if it were Jackson. Jackson is my type. He was tall and lean and could be a movie star with his looks. Waylon was tall too, but looked like every stereotype of a redneck before alcoholism got to them. A younger version of Waylon's dad and half my male relatives.
Waylon had brawny, work-hard muscles. Except we all lived in a farming town. Half the men and boys here were well-built. Hell, I had a good build from laboring on my family's ranch since I was six. No way was I going to swoon over big biceps and a six-pack.
If I could stop salivating over Waylon's dick for a second maybe I could have figured out why I'd thrown away every standard and scrap of self-respect I had. But I couldn't find any sense, because an overwhelming hunger didn't just steal my dignity it snatched the brain out of my skull too.
"Holy shit. He's really doing it," Jackson whispered. I couldn't see him, but he sounded shocked.
"It feels amazing," Waylon declared before he cupped my chin with his hand while I moved my head back and forwards and sucked him. "Real amazing."
"That's some gay ass shit!" Ethan said.
"You got the ball rolling, Eat," Waylon replied, then snickered at his punny word play. I rolled my eyes, but had to admit I didn't think Waylon knew what a pun was before now. Or how to spell it.
"I'm out of here! I can't watch this fag-out anymore!"
While I was swabbing my tongue against the underside of Waylon's dick, I listened for the sound of Ethan stomping out of the bathroom and hoped he did leave. I wasn't sure I could handle what he was packing. I didn't hear the bathroom door open or close. All I heard was Waylon's moans of appreciation of my efforts getting louder.
My stomach clenched when I felt his dick twitch and get stiffer. He was getting off on what I was doing to him. On how I was making him feel. And I was getting off knowing I was turning him on so much.
It felt wrong not to be ashamed, but somehow, I wasn't. Even though it was Waylon Fucking Redding whose cock I was sucking. I never liked him and wished him a painful death more times than I can count. And I can count pretty damn high. But I wanted him to come in my mouth more than anything.
Tentatively I moved in closer and took in the remaining inches of his dick in my mouth until the sticky, rubbery crown was in my throat. I relaxed so it didn't set off my gag reflex, and was thankful for my practice with cucumbers. Waylon shuddered once my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I thought he would tighten the hand he had cupped under my chin and grab my hair and start fucking my face, but he didn't. Waylon's grip was surprisingly light. He even stroked one of his fingers against my cheek.
"Ah, yeah! Suck my fucking cock!" Waylon moaned.
I rolled my eyes again. The way Waylon touched me was gentle, but his words sure weren't. But I could handle being talk to like that, and it was better than Waylon clamping down and trying to use my throat like a Fleshlight.
"Are you close?" Jackson said, and there was noticeable urgency in his voice.
"Shut the fuck up and wait your turn," Waylon said.
Right. Jackson wanted next. Suddenly, I wasn't so keen on making Waylon come.
I didn't want to be treated like a jizz receptacle by these guys. Especially these guys. I was physically attracted to Jackson, theoretically, and maybe I'd be open to getting on my knees for him after I had time to process today's events, but being on the giving end of a blow-bang was not my idea of having a good time. But it wasn't like I was doing this entirely of my own free will. Resisting probably wouldn't end well for me.
I smiled around Waylon's dick.
Might as well kneel and think of England, I guess.
Waylon was throbbing on my tongue. He was close to coming or trying to hold back. I still wasn't looking forward to Jackson taking his place, but I felt a thrill up my spine and my stomach clench thinking about what it'd feel like to make a guy come. What would it taste like? Was Waylon's semen salty? Was it sweet? Somewhere in between, or did it taste like nothing in particular? I wanted to know.
I wrapped my arms around Waylon's hips and hesitated before I grabbed two handfuls of his ass. Because I've never touched another guy like that before, and I half-expected Waylon to be offended that I groped him. When Waylon didn't throw me off, I paid attention to how muscular his ass cheeks were. They were about as thick with muscles as the rest of him. His ass was so tense it didn't give in the slightest when I dug my fingers into the meatiest parts.
Then I took a deep breath through my nose and swallowed every inch of him.
"Fuck me," Waylon groaned
"He's deep throating you! I can't believe he's actually doing it!" Jackson said breathlessly.
"That's not all he's about to do," Waylon replied, his voice strained.
I knew what he meant. I felt he was about to come seconds before his dick swelled and unloaded. He was still shoved in my throat, and the first squirt was so strong, it felt like it came out of a Water Blaster. I didn't have time to swallow before three more squirts followed quickly. I gulped those down then sucked Waylon to make sure I got every drop.
After he finished, I felt light-headed, almost drunk. I wanted more.
I knew the next time I sucked a guy off that I wanted him to shoot off in my mouth. That way, when he came, it would splash on my tongue. I'd be able to take my time and feel its texture and taste it before I swallowed.
I wanted more.
"Shit. Shit, that's enough! Stop!" Waylon said hoarsely.
I started. I realized I had zoned out while suckling Waylon's dick. He wasn't as hard, but his dick was still thick enough to be more than a mouth full. I guess Waylon was sensitive and how hard I sucked him didn't feel so good post nut.
I gave a disappointed moan as I let go of Waylon's twitching ass cheeks, and unwrapped my arms from around him. Then I slowly pushed his dick out of my mouth.
Waylon hissed and backed away. His semi-flaccid dick glistened, but it wasn't dripping with spit or come because I sucked him dry before I let him go.
"Fuck," Waylon said breathlessly. "You're a natural cocksucker."
I reluctantly took my gaze away from his dick to scowl up at him. Even though I couldn't wait to suck him off again, I didn't like being called names. My irritation evaporated when I saw the look on Waylon's face. I've seen how Waylon and the others looked after they insulted me, and the look he gave me wasn't one of those expressions.
I bit my lower lip when I understood Waylon was complimenting me. I don't know which was stranger. Waylon saying something half-nice, or how his words and piercing gaze made me blush.
Jackson stepped in front of me and blocked the intense eye contact between Waylon and me. His dick was out and ready. A string of pre-come dripped from the rosy-pink tip, he was so ready.
Jackson smelled clean, like Ethan, but he was about the same manageable size as Waylon. There was a pang in my stomach. It felt like hunger pains, but I wasn't hungry for a cheeseburger or fried chicken. I wanted to inhale every inch of Jackson's stiff, dripping dick.
Would his thick patch of red pubic hair feel downy soft or prickly on my nose? How would it smell? Pungent, like Waylon? I wanted to find out.
"My turn! You better suck me to—H-holy shit!"
I swallowed Jackson whole in one go. His crotch smelled surprisingly fresh. And the hair was soft. But it was how he tasted that captured my full attention.
Jackson tasted different than Waylon and Ethan. Ethan's flavor was cool, clean skin. Waylon's was hot and salty until I sucked away all the sweat.
Jackson's dick was hot like Waylon's, but it tasted deliciously sweet. I had no idea what caused the flavor difference, but I loved it. No matter how hard I sucked the taste didn't fade. Even his pre-come was sugary. I couldn't wait to find out what his semen tasted like. But I wanted Jackson to last a while longer so I could enjoy sucking every inch of him first.
He was so hard there was no give when I moved up and down his shaft with my mouth. His dick felt like a rod of iron. And the heat radiating from it felt as though his dick was stoked in red-hot coals.
I curled my arms around Jackson's slim waist and embraced him. I was too far gone to care if being hugged by another guy bothered him. My hands clawing on his back, I clung to Jackson and bobbed my head, and I sucked his dick with steady, unbroken pace. This time I made sure to use my tongue to explore the hot, silky texture of Jackson's dick. I moaned with delight every time I was able to milk another helping of warm, syrupy of pre-come out of him and swallowed.
"Oh… Oh, s-shit," Jackson hissed.
He grabbed my head and held my face against his groin. His dick was buried as deep as it could go, but I didn't mind. Even though there was so much pre-come pouring down my throat, I was disappointed I didn't get to enjoy the taste. I could still suck Jackson though. And sweep my tongue along his bone-hard dick. Just the novelty of it in my mouth was enough to keep me enthralled.
Jackson gripped my head tighter and bent his knees so he could hump my face. My nose and upper lip were smashed into his abdomen and my lower lip was against loose skin of his ball-sack.
"Suck my cock! Suck it!" Jackson said, his voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.
"Be quiet, shithead! The whole fuckin' school'll hear you!" Waylon said.
"Fuck you! It feels so… Oh, shit! Yeah… oh fuck, yeah! Do that!"
I was worried Jackson would get us caught, too, but hearing him say how good I made him feel went straight to my gut and made me aware of how hard I was in my jeans. I wanted to make him feel even better. I wanted to make him come. Hard.
I took a deep breath through my nose, then slipped my tongue out of my mouth. It stretched out far enough to touch his sack and made room so his dick could fit deeper down my throat. I held my breath and let his spongy crown stay lodged past my uvula. It took away my ability to suck but I felt my throat squeeze Jackson's glans. I intended to stay like that until Jackson came, even if I passed out on that filthy bathroom floor.
Jackson only lasted ten seconds after his glans breached my throat, but what an amazing ten seconds! I relished how his rigid shaft and juicy crown filled my mouth, how it vibrated on my tongue. And the way he shouted and trembled in my arms made me so giddy I felt faint. When he spilled his load down my throat, it topped everything else.
"Fuuuucccck!"
When Jackson came, he let out a grunt so loud and guttural, I thought he ruptured something. He leaned over my head and pulled my face against his crotch and erupted endless squirts of hot, thick come down my throat. I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to, so I held on tight while he humped my mouth and throat.
Again, I missed the opportunity to have a guy blast directly into my mouth, but I took almost as much satisfaction from gulping down everything Jackson gave me. I was so excited, I was sure if I reached down and touched myself, I would probably come too.
By the time Jackson was finished, he was gasping and hiccupping for breath. I was having a hard time breathing myself but was distracted by knowing I'd sucked Jackson so good I'd left him writhing and breathless.
"Okay, okay! Let me go!" Jackson said, and there was a whine in his voice.
He tried to pull back slowly and ease his dick out of my throat, but I tightened my arms around his waist. I wanted to enjoy the last moments of his full erection for as long as possible.
"Told ya," I heard Waylon say. "Born cocksucker."
Even though I was livid being called that, I still refused to let Jackson go free until he hissed like he touched a hot stove every time my throat convulsed around his glans. Deciding I tortured him enough, I gave Jackson's dick one last long, hard suck before he popped out of my mouth.
"Jesus. Jesus," Jackson gasped as he backed away from me. There was a dazed look on his handsome face, and I licked my lips proudly knowing I had sucked him stupid—even for him.
"You alright, man? You're acting like you never had a blowjob before."
Jackson blinked rapidly before he replied, his dick jerking out from his hairy, red groin. "Not that good," he said breathlessly.
"Hah! I heard that!"
Listening to those two assholes talk about me like I wasn't there didn't bother me and it should have.
It was strange. My heart was beating hard and fast like I ran a marathon, but my breathing was slow and steady. I should have been worried or even filled with dread after giving my bullies head, but I wasn't. The only thing I felt kneeling on the boys bathroom floor was contented.
Well, I wasn't totally satisfied. I had the hardest, most painful erection of my life about to burst in my pants. I couldn't wait to go home, jump in the shower, and take care of myself.
"Is he that good?"
I looked over by the bathroom door and saw Ethan holding his massive dick in his hand. He wasn't stroking it. He just gripped it while pre-come dripped from the angry red glans. Ethan played basketball, and he had the hands for it. They were so big he could palm a basketball and pick it up with his fingers. His hand only covered half the length of his dick.
"W-w-wait a m-minute," I stuttered.
"Thought you didn't want any part of this 'fag-out?'" Waylon said.
"I didn't, but I can't get Deb to go down on me." Ethan squeezed his dick and a string of pre-come oozed out and splattered to the floor. "I bet the nerd can handle me."
"No, the fuck I can't!" I exclaimed, as my afterglow turned to horror.
Ethan showed a familiar scowl, then glanced at his buddies. "Grab him for me," he said.
"Nah." Waylon said.
"What?" Ethan and I asked at the same time.
"I said, nah."
"Why?" Ethan asked for both of us.
Waylon turned and looked down at me. He smirked, then grabbed his crotch. "I think this here is the start of a beautiful thing," he said.
"Right!" Jackson chimed in. "I ain't got a girl on standby ready to put out for me like you two. Now I don't need one."
Attractive as Jackson was consider to be around school, he had the shittiest personality. And girls in school talk to each other. It was also well-known that Jackson liked romance about as well as he could spell it, so he spent more time dating his hand than with girls in the back seat of his Mustang.
Waylon hummed in agreement. "Even my chick doesn't give it up whenever I feel like getting my dick wet. I bet Four-Eyes here is willing to take up my slack."
"Asshole."
"Don't be like that, sweetheart. I know you're looking forward to it," Waylon said with the shittiest shit-eating grin on his face.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ethan asked, confirming he really was turning out to be the dumbest of his thug friends.
"I'm talking about having the best cocksucker in town on speed dial. I don't think he'll be as willing to drain our balls if we force him." Waylon looked at me. "Ain't that right?"
What was I supposed to say to that? He wasn't wrong. I didn't think I could give up sucking dick after today. I enjoyed it way too much.
I didn't want to be raped either. Not by these guys. Not by anyone. If they held me down and forced me to suck Ethan off, I'd leave town and never come back.
"You gotta be fucking kidding," Ethan groused. Slowly his dick started to deflate in his hand until it flopped in his grip. "I'm the only one who gets blue-balled?"
"I don't know about that," Waylon said. "You could ask him nice."
"No way you're going to ram that thing down my throat!" I said when they all turned to look at me expectantly.
"You deep-throated them!"
I rolled my eyes at Ethan's whiny tone. "I can handle them. That horse dick you got will fucking kill me!"
"You sound like… Fuck it, whatever!" Ethan said shoved his dick back in his pants and turned to leave.
"Now hold on," Waylon stopped him.
"What?"
"It's kind of fucked up if all the homies can't have none, right?"
I narrowed my eyes at Waylon. Since when did he quote rap lyrics? The guy was the whitest of white bread. Nothing but Country and Bluegrass was blowing out his car's stereo. And the middle of bumfuck Iowa wasn't known for being a hot bed for rap connoisseurs.
Oh, wait. A light bulb went off, and I knew what Waylon was trying to pull. Well, even real gorillas are smart enough to learn sign language, I guess.
I wondered if Ethan understood why Waylon served me on a silver platter.
"I don't care what you're talking about," I said. I had no interest in helping Waylon's con along. "I'm leaving."
"No, you're not."
"So, you are going to help him rape me."
The asshole grin on Waylon's face turned into a knowing smirk. "Can't rape the willing," he said.
"I'm not—"
"Yeah, you are. You got a taste for cock now. And I bet you're curious about that slugger Ethan's got."
Ethan looked at me. The dejected, sour expression on Ethan's face quickly changed to intrigued. I swallowed, the taste of Jackson still in my mouth.
"Fuck that. I told you, I won't let him shove that thing down my throat!"
"He'll be gentle, won't ya, Eat?"
Ethan licked his lips, and I saw his eyes start glowing with excitement as the odds he'd get to fuck my mouth grew. I glanced down at his groin and saw there was another part of him getting excited too.
"No, yeah. I'll be so gentle. Just take care of me like you did them."
Before I could agree to anything Ethan was already reaching into his pants and hauling out his dick. I looked over at Waylon, then Jackson, and calculated if I tried to make a run for it, would I make it out before either of them could grab me.
Waylon wasn't paying me any attention and watched Ethan as he walked towards me, dick in hand. Jackson watched Ethan approach me, too, but he wasn't grinning like Waylon. He looked on with an air of anticipation.
I think Jackson wanted to see me put on another live porn show for him.
Perverted asshole.
I was making a face at Jackson when Ethan pressed his dick against my cheek. I jerked back and glared at him. "C'mon, try to suck as much as you can handle," he said.
I opened my mouth and was about to tell him to get away from me, but then the smell hit me. I've learned a lot since these three trapped me in the boys' bathroom. I discovered the scent of a limp dick was different than a fully erect one. So was the taste. Warm, soft, loose skin, versus hot skin stretched over hard flesh and the added spice of sticky-sweet pre-come. I knew that's how Ethan would taste.
My mouth began to water.
"Fine," I said, "but you don't touch me. No grabbing my hair or any part of me."
"Yeah, sure, whatever! Hurry and open up!"
God, I hated him.
I reached up and pulled Ethan's hand off his dick and grabbed it with my hand.
The feel of a guy's dick in my hand was strange. I squeezed and it felt different than my hard-on. Ethan was bigger, for one, and hotter, but not in a sexy way. His dick was feverish in my hand, and the way it throbbed was rampant and alien. Nothing like how I imagined a strange cock would feel. I think I always wanted to experience this sort of thing too, because stroking Ethan's dick felt like a revelation.
I stroked Ethan twice and shot a look up at him when he moaned raggedly. He was looking back at me with impatience and what I was sure must be lust, but it didn't look all that different than his 'I'm going to fuck you up' expression. I held eye contact with him as I leaned in and sucked his glans into my mouth.
"Yeah! Yeah! Do it!"
I kept going down on him until my lips, stretched around Ethan's impressive girth, touched my hand where it was wrapped around the lower half of his shaft. I used my fist as a roadblock to make sure Ethan couldn't thrust and put more than I could take in my mouth. I could handle more if Waylon and Jackson were my yardsticks, but I wanted to take advantage of how much control I had over Ethan at that moment. I wanted to explore every inch of his dick with my hands, my mouth, and my tongue. Because I was curious. Waylon, the gorilla, was right about that much.
I pulled back and took my time licking Ethan's glans and lapping up the steady flow of pre-come that flowed out of him. It wasn't as sweet as Jackson's, but there was a strong hint of sweetness mixed with the saltiness in Ethan's pre-come.
When I was done licking him clean, I lifted Ethan's shaft and traced my tongue along the pulsating line of his urethra then sealed my lips on his glans to capture the string of pre-come I coaxed out and sucked hard.
"Oh, my fucking God!" Ethan groaned.
I smiled around Ethan's dick, then dived down on him an inch more than last time. I was getting used to his size slowly but surely. I uncurled my hand from around his dick and reached from the waist of his stoned-dyed blue jeans. They were already unfastened so I didn't have trouble pulling them down over his ass and upper thighs along with his boxers.
"Whoa, whoa!" Ethan said and moved to hike his jeans back up.
I let his dick slip from my mouth. "I wanna suck your balls," I told him breathlessly.
I wanted to fondle them too, but I wasn't sure how Ethan would react to another guy's hands on his family jewels, so I kept that to myself.
Ethan cursed then helped me lower his jeans and underwear far enough his hairy groin, dick, and balls were exposed. His legs were spread apart far enough that there was an opening where I could reach between his lean, muscular thighs after I distracted him enough.
I thought his sack would be hairier, but only a few dark brown short curly hairs were scattered on his scrotum's thin, wrinkled skin. Ethan's balls were drawn up tight in the sack, and their size and shape looked well-defined. I pushed Ethan's dick up at an angle and leaned forward. I showed remarkable restraint when I didn't immediately suck Ethan's nuts into my eager mouth. Instead, I nuzzled my nose into his scrotum and inhaled deeply. Ethan didn't smell so clean down there. Not dirty, but sweaty, almost musky. I swallowed hard because my mouth was watering again. I opened wide so I didn't scrape his ball with my teeth. I let it sit heavy on my tongue briefly before I closed my mouth and began sucking it gently.
"Fuuuck!" Ethan grunted and his dick throbbed in my hand. That let me know I suckled his nut with just the right amount of pressure.
I raised my free hand and cupped his other ball. I waited for Ethan to protest, but he just grunted before he thrust his hips out to give me better access. Curiosity guided my hand as I captured his nut between my thumb, fore, and middle finger. I was careful not to apply too much force, but massaged the testicle firmly enough to get a sense of its texture. Heavy, swollen, and not as spongy as mine.
I pushed his ball out with my tongue then sucked in the other one. I nursed it while stroking his dick up and down slowly. I liked how much there was to hold. I liked the way Ethan's dick twitched in my grip. I liked how hard I made and kept him. What I liked most of all is that he was letting me grope and caress him to my satisfaction.
I traced the pads of my fingers along the long, engorged vein that ran up from the base to the pale, faded circumcision scar under his glans. Other veins were branching all over Ethan's shaft, and I let my fingers follow each pulsating line. First chance I got, I'll do it with my tongue too.
I spit his ball out then hefted both in my hand before I guided his dick back into my mouth. I moved my grip down an inch so I could work more of him in and swallow close to what I did when I sucked Jackson and Waylon. I worked my head back and forward and gently fondled Ethan's scrotum and even dared to let my fingers brush against his furry perineum. I steadily applied more pressure to that stretch of tender, hairy skin until I could feel the slight bulge of his prostate.
I fell into a steady rhythm of bobbing my head back and forth on Ethan's dick while stroking his heavy balls and the hot, sweaty skin behind his scrotum. Soon I became confident I could handle more of Ethan's length and rolled my neck to add torque while I sucked him.
"Now that ain't fair," I heard Waylon say.
"He didn't put in that much work blowing me," Jackson agreed.
I wanted to mumble around Ethan's dick and tell them they're the ones who smashed my face in their groins like extras from Deep Throat.
"Oh, God… Gawd damn," Ethan moaned.
Ethan forgot he wasn't supposed to touch me and clutched my shoulder. Annoyed, I almost threw his hand off me until I realized he'd done it because he'd lost his balance and had to catch himself. His fingers dug in harder after every bob and twist of my mouth on his dick. His scrotum tightened and pulled up from my palm, like his balls were about to retreat up into his pelvis.
Ethan was close to his orgasm, I realized with growing excitement. I pulled back to stop taking in as much of his shaft. I wanted to make sure his glans didn't go too deep when he came. I wanted Ethan's load to splash on my tongue. I focused on sucking as hard as I could on the inches still in my mouth, eagerly swallowing what seemed like an endless stream of pre-come.
"You're gonna make me fucking come!" Ethan exclaimed.
Then all at once I started jerking his dick and placed my fingers against his perineum and pressed in towards his anus without going too far. Though I think I could have gotten away with giving Ethan a prostate exam if I wanted the way he was shaking, lost in the pleasure I gave him.
Ethan grasped my other shoulder and shouted something unintelligible, then I was rewarded with the first spray of semen. The shot erupted out of him so hard and so fast that it bounced off my tongue and struck my palate. I felt his dick tweak and his prostate contract under my fingers with every following spurt. After three bursts, my mouth was flooded, and I blocked my throat with my tongue, so I didn't choke on Ethan's come.
I swirled his come around with my tongue and noticed how thick Ethan's load was. Way thicker than mine. It was viscous as honey, even though it didn't taste as sweet. The gooey texture made me think Ethan must have been backed up for months.
I swallowed everything in one gulp.
I let Ethan stay in my mouth. I'd never say it out loud, but I'd enjoyed sucking him more than I thought I would and loved eating his load just as much. Ethan even still let me play with his body the way I wanted to while I languidly sucked his thoroughly spent dick.
I didn't come, but I still felt satisfaction so profound, I was utterly calm for the first time in years. It was a pleasurable reimbursement for all the times Ethan and his cohorts made my life miserable.
I continued to lazily fondle Ethan's balls, which had begun to droop now that his orgasm was over. Ethan's dick became flaccid after a few minutes, and I was able to fit it all in my mouth like before. I looked at him and saw his eyes were shut tightly, and his mouth was hanging open while he gasped for breath. He still gripped my shoulders while sweat dripped from his nose and chin onto the front of my shirt.
I must have been in a good mood because I thought he looked attractive, sweaty, breathless, and flushed.
Debauched.
Debauched is the word I was reaching for.
I spit Ethan's dick out and gave it one last lick. Then pulled his pants up and fastened them for him. I glanced up at him again.
"You're welcome," I said.