Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 18:57:21 -0800
From: RR
Subject: Blowing Braeden

Disclaimer: This is an entirely fictional story. Though some characters
portrayed may be inspired by actual people, the names given do not reflect
the actual identities of any specific individuals. This story involves
sexual situations involving an adult and two underage male teenagers.
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As I clock out from work, I'm glad to finally be done. The week had dragged
on and today, Friday, seemed to drag on even longer. Once I submit my time
schedule, I am officially done and just want to get home to relax. I walk
to my car, turn on my podcast that I always listen to when I drive, and
start for home. As always, whenever I'm in a hurry, it seems like everyone
else is taking their time to slow me down. People driving slowly, forcing
me to get caught by every light, and with the Friday afternoon rush hour
traffic, it seems like it takes forever for me to make my way home. Even as
I near home, everything and everyone seems to want to delay me every chance
they get. I eventually find a parking spot a block away from my house, on
the other side of the park. The sun is starting to set as I make my way
through the now-empty park, all the kids back home at this hour. I take the
shortcut that cuts diagonally across park, leading me to the corner
adjacent to my house. Near the center of the park, I see someone walking
towards me, walking in the opposite direction. I think nothing of it, my
thoughts already on what I will do once I get home, until the person is
right in front of me. It is a teenage boy, about 14 or 15 years old,
wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, and when he looks up at me and I
see his face, I freeze as I recall the face of a boy I once knew.

"What are you doing here, faggot," he asks, "looking for little boys that
you can molest?"

"Did I ever once molest you?"

"No, because I stop hanging around your faggot ass."

"Whatever, Braeden," I tell him, annoyed, "I'm just trying to get home,
ok?" I start walking towards him, not looking at him as I walk pass him.

"Hey faggot," I hear him call me after a few more steps. Not knowing why, I
turn around to face him, despite knowing that it might not be the best
thing to do, and I see him with his right hand down his shorts, stroking
his dick I guess from the movements within. "You haven't sucked my dick
yet," he says looking directly at me, "after I bust a nut down your throat,
then you can leave," his hand movements stroking faster.

"What makes you think that I'm going to suck your dick," I ask.

"Because you're a fag," he says matter-of-factly, "and I know you would
love to have my hard dick inside you."

After stroking himself a few more times, he pulls down the front of his
shorts with his left hand, revealing his erect dick that his other hand is
stroking furiously as well as a small, thin patch of pubic hair, and hooks
the waistband of his shorts and his boxers under his hairless balls. I take
a good look at his package, Braeden holding his dick with his right hand,
pointing it towards me as an offering.

"You know," I say to him, "I gotta hand it to you. I don't know too many
guys who have the balls to show another guy their dick when they're so
small."

In truth, Braeden's dick is an acceptable size for his age, looking to be
about 5.5-6 inches. Uncut, his foreskin covers about half of his erect
head. His balls, as hairless as his legs and the rest of his body, save for
his patch of pubes, complement his dick in size.

"Shut up faggot," he says, my comment seeming to bother him, "I know you
want to suck this dick." As he says "this dick," he starts twirling it in
his hand, his dick spinning counter clockwise in the air, as if the sight
of it would convince me to suck him.

"You think everyone wants to suck you," I ask sarcastically, "I would've
thought that you would want some girl to be the first person to suck you
off."

Looking around, his dick twirling stopped, Braeden looks back at me, "well,
I don't see any girls here," he replies, "so your mouth's gonna have to do.
Anyways, I don't care if some faggot sucks my dick, as long as when I fuck
it's a pussy and not some faggot ass, I'm good." He gives me a grin as he
looks directly at me, then becomes pouty lipped. "Please hyung," he says to
me in the same voice and tone he would say that to me when he was still in
middle school.

For a moment after he said that, as I looked at him, I see the same,
smiling boy I used to be close with, wearing basketball shorts like when we
used to play together, all those years ago. Once I blink, that boy is gone
and replaced by an angry, horny teenager with his hard dick out, wanting me
to suck him. Before I can say anything, momentarily stunned by the thought
of Braeden when we were close, he walks over to the bench on the side of
the concrete path, and sits down, pulling down his shorts and boxers to his
ankles, completely exposing his dick, balls, and ass to the elements,
stroking his dick again, slowly this time, pointing it directly at me, legs
spread wide in invitation, waiting for me to go to him.

"Please hyung," he says again in his younger voice and tone, "no girls want
me and no one else is ever going to suck my gochu." The thought of Braeden
using my memory of him and our previous relationship angers me, but as my
eyes look at the horny, straight boy on the bench, legs spread apart and
dick in hand for me to suck, I am conflicted emotionally. "Come on faggot,"
the teenage Braeden returned, "I don't have all night."

I walk over to him on the bench looking down at him, my own hardness in my
pants, which I make no effort to conceal, is at his eyelevel. He begins to
look around. "No one's here faggot," he says to me, his familiar smirk
again on his face, "I promise I won't tell." He winks. No longer stroking
his dick, he simply has his hand loosely grasped around the base of his
dick, his thumb nestled in his small patch, having the tip of his dick
directly pointed at my face. He spreads his legs apart even further and
scoots down the bench, giving even more room between. As he looks up at me,
his eyes into mine, he quickly glances down at his dick, trying to direct
my attention to it, and looks back up at me, waiting for me to start. I
slowly look around, seeing no one else in the park besides us, and as I
look back at Braeden, he is smiling menacingly, knowing what is about to
happen next. Without saying anything, I get on my knees, the cold, hard
ground underneath, between his hairless, spread legs, and am confronted
with Braeden's rock hard dick inches from my face. As he holds it towards
my face, he starts to slowly thrust his hips, making his dick even closer
to my face. I say nothing as I take his dick in one hand, Braeden releasing
his grasp, and start to stroke it slowly. As I move my hand down his shaft,
I watch as his foreskin gently glides across his smooth, sensitive head,
exposing it completely as the inside of my hand makes contact with his
patch of pubes, as I move my hand up, I watch again as his foreskin moves
across his head, covering it in its protective sheath, a little drop of
precum comes from his hole making his tip glisten.

"That's right, faggot," I hear him say, "I knew you wanted my dick."

As I look up at him, I see him looking down at me, both hands clasped
behind his head in triumph, smiling at me as he waits for me to take him in
my mouth. "Suck it," he whispers in a quiet voice, yet one filled with
dominance. Looking back down at the glistening, moist tip, I lower my head
down to it, the tip just outside my mouth, and I gently lap the tip with my
head, tasting the sweet precum, feeling the dick in my hand throb at the
contact. Moving my hand back down to the base, I expose the rest of
Braeden's head, he softly moaning as the skin slides over his head, and
start to lick the underside of his head, starting with the sensitive strand
of nerves beneath. He lets out an audible moan as my tongue licks him, no
doubt the first time anyone has used their tongue to please him. As I
moisten the underside of his head, I move to the exposed, sensitive
tip. This time too he moans, enjoying the touch of my tongue on his smooth,
wet head. Once my tongue moistens his entire head, his dick constantly
throbbing in my hand as I lick him, I place his tip, which again is covered
with a large drop of precum forced out by his throbbing dick, against my
lips, which I purse tightly. As I start to go down, his tip, the precum
helping as a lubricant, touches my lips as I feel some resistance as his
head tries to penetrate my tight lips. Once his tip manages to break
through the barrier, my tight lips surround his head as his dick starts to
spread my lips apart, mimicking him penetrating a pussy. He moans even more
loudly as his dick goes further inside my tight, wet hole as I lower my
head down his shaft. As I reach the base, having no problem taking all of
him inside my mouth, I move my hand away as my nose makes contact with his
still-growing pubes, eventually having his entire dick in my mouth as my
face is smashed against his groin. My lips and mouth still tight against
his twitching dick, I begin to lift off his dick, feeling Braeden's dick
move inside my mouth, until my lips are tightly gripping his head. The
instant I start to move back down on him, I feel the back of my head being
grasped by both of Braeden's hands as he forces my head down on to him, his
hips thrusting into my mouth at the same time. His pubes and pelvis smash
into my face as he starts pulling my head back up to shove it back down as
he thrusts again into my mouth. My lips still tightly held around his dick,
Braeden starts grunting as he forces my head up and down on his dick while
he simultaneously face fucks me.

"Oh yeah," he manages to utter, his breathing more rapid as he face fucks
me harder and faster with each thrust, "suck my dick."

I keep my lips tight around his dick as he shoves his dick inside my mouth
as he pulls my head down, ensuring I am deep throating him with each
thrust. My face smashes against his pubes as he grunts, his dick hitting
the back of my throat with each pump.

"Fuck yeah," he says as he spreads his hairless legs further apart, using
his thighs to penetrate my mouth even harder and faster, "you like that
don't you, faggot?"

With each cycle of thrusting in and out of my mouth and pulling my head on
and off his throbbing dick, Braeden's breaths and grunts increase. He
suddenly tightens his hold of my head, pulling my head down to his crotch,
and holds it there as he leans forwards, his torso leaning against the top
of my head, and begins to thrust wildly into my mouth, no longer concerned
with using my head as his personal suck toy, but pumping his dick into my
mouth as fast as he can into my wet, tight mouth, moaning loudly as he face
fucks me as hard as he can.

"Oh fuck," his words labored, "ah, fuck yeah."

With a final, hard thrust, he slams his hips into my face, my head still
being held down tightly, and his dick throbs in my mouth. I feel his dick
expand as he shoots his first load of hot cum in my mouth, down my throat,
Braeden moaning loudly as his dick explodes. A second load quickly follows,
followed by a third and a fourth, my mouth filling with his cum as his dick
continues to shoot in my mouth. I swallow all that Braeden has to offer,
trying to keep up with the never-ending flood of cum that he keeps
producing. With each new load, Braeden's dick throbs, releasing the flood,
and he moans as his body twitches, his breathing labored. Eventually, after
what seems like several gallons of cum filling my mouth, Braeden pulls me
off his dick, his hands forcefully grasping my hair, letting his half-hard,
spent dick slide out of my mouth. Releasing his grip with one hand, he
holds my head in front of his dick, glistening from my spit and his cum,
and with his free hand, he takes hold of it, stroking it a couple times. He
smacks me in the face with his half-hard dick multiple times, hard, loud
smacks filling the air. Without saying anything, only his still-labored
breaths coming from his mouth, he holds the tip of his dick against one of
my cheeks, presses it as remaining cum on and in his dick marks my face,
and spreads it across my face with his dick, occasionally smacking my face
with it. I look up at him as he continues to spread his cum around my face,
seeing him grin as he looks down on me, reveling in having me on my knees
as he smacks my face with his dick that I had just sucked.

"You loved sucking my dick, didn't you faggot?"

"Yes," I said emotionlessly, looking into his eyes.

"I bet you loved drinking my cum too, right?"

"Yes."

Braeden smiles at this and again smacks me on the face with his dick, which
from the constant touch of his hand and movement across my face has begun
to make hard again, making a louder sound as it hit my face. Holding his
dick against my lips, he smiles at me.

"I bet you're still thirsty for my cum, aren't you?"

Before I respond, he pushes my head down, his dick again entering my mouth,
the taste of his cum still on it. Reclining on the bench, he resumes to
move my head up and down on his dick, slowly, making sure I deep throat him
completely each time. He lets out a deep sigh as my mouth takes his hard
dick, closing his eyes as returns his other hand to the back of my head,
leisurely thrusting into my mouth, soft moans coming from his closed mouth.

"Braeden?"

I hear a voice to my left and try to break free from Braeden's grasp, but
he immediately holds me down, his dick hitting the back of my throat.

"Hey Evan."

I freeze when I hear Braeden say Evan's name. I hope that it is a different
Evan, but know that it can only be the one Evan.

"Is a guy sucking your dick," I hear Evan ask, confused and disgusted.

"You remember Logan, right?"

"Yeah," Evan's voice trailing.

I feel Braeden tightly grip my hair again, pulling me off his dick,
allowing Evan to see my face.

"I told you the faggot wanted to suck our dicks," Braeden says
triumphantly, his wet dick glistening as it stands erect between his legs.

"What the fuck," I hear Evan say, not wanting to look up at him, looking
down at the ground.

"I just busted a nut down his throat and he's such a faggot he started
sucking me again," Braeden says to Evan, "isn't that right, faggot?"

I say nothing, not wanting Evan to hear me.

"I said, isn't that right, faggot," Braeden asks angrily, pulling my head
back down to his dick, hitting my face hard with his dick, leaving a drop
of precum on my cheek.

"Yes," I answer quietly.

"If you're not gonna answer," Braeden says, clearly irritated, "then you
better be sucking my dick then."

I feel Braeden pushing me down again, his hard dick sliding between my
lips. I offer no resistance as he holds my head down, his dick deep down my
throat, his hips rocking as he continues speaking with Evan.

"After I cum down his throat again, you can have him."

"Why would I want him?"

"The faggot's pretty good at sucking dick, but he's a faggot so he's
supposed to be."

"No thanks."

"C'mon dude," Braeden says, thrusting harder into my mouth, still holding
my head down, "he'll suck you all night if you want."

"I'm straight."

"Fine, your loss then."

By now, Braeden's dick is fully hard and sliding between my lips like a
piston as he holds my head with both hands on either side, holding my head
still as he face fucks me. Braeden's breathing quickens as he slams his
crotch hard against my face, moaning as I feel his dick twitch inside my
mouth. Without warning, Braeden slams hard into me and lets out a loud moan
as he cums again in my mouth, quickly filling my mouth with his cum, his
hands pulling me harder against his body, trying to get his dick deeper
down my throat. I swallow as Braeden shoots more cum inside my mouth,
trying to keep up with the copious amount he is releasing. Soon, his
twitching dick stops shooting and I feel him pull my head off of his
softening dick, which easily glides from between my lips. He grabs the back
of my head, forcefully pulling my hair, and holds it in front of his
half-hard dick.

"The faggot loves my cum so much," Braeden says to Evan, "that after
swallowing, he licks all the leftover cum on dick so that he doesn't miss a
drop."

Silently, I open my mouth and begin cleaning Braeden's now-soft dick,
removing any remaining cum from the surface and leaking from the tip. Once
finished, Braeden takes hold of his dick, completely spent from the two
consecutive loads, and again smacks my face with it, laughing as the sound
of his dick hitting my face fills the air.

"I bet he's still hungry for dick and cum," Braeden says, now looking at
Evan. "You sure you don't want the faggot to suck you."

My head still being held by Braeden, I keep my glance down as I hear Evan's
steps approaching me, and from the corner of my eye I see him stopping at
my side, his feet shoulder-width apart.

"Today's your lucky day, faggot," Braeden says to me, forcing my head up to
his. "You're gonna suck two dicks," he says in an arrogant tone.

I say nothing as I hear the sound of Evan's zipper opening and the rustling
of what I assume to be him pulling his dick from his boxers. Braeden
releases my head and I immediately feel Evan forcefully pulling the top of
my head, forcing me to look up at him, at his face.

"You wanna suck my dick, faggot," I hear him ask me.

After I do not answer immediately, I feel a hard slap on my cheek, and a
cold, wet spot where his dick hit me.

"Yes," I say softly, unsure if it is loud enough for Evan to hear me.

Evan forces my head down, level with his hard, leaking dick inches from my
face. His uncut head, the tight foreskin surrounding the bottom quarter of
his glistening, smooth glans, has a drop of glistening precum leaking from
the tip, his dick bobbing slightly as it is exposed to the cool, night
air. Evan grabs his dick at the base, his hand against his light patch of
hair, and hits the tip of my nose with it, placing his head under my nose,
spreading his precum above my lips, smacking my lips loudly.

"I always knew you wanted my dick," Evan says in a voice that sounds
angered, yet conceited, "now's your chance to have my dick down your throat
while I cum inside your mouth."

Pressing his head against my lips, I start to open them as he immediately
forces his hardness inside me, grabbing the back of my head with both
hands, instantly forcing his dick to slide completely inside me, my nose
against his hair. He moans loudly as his tip slams against the back of my
throat, my mouth and lips snugly engulfing his entire length. He wastes no
time in thrusting his hips, each thrust sending his dick to the back of my
throat, face fucking me wildly as he pulls my head towards him in time with
his thrusts. He does not try to quiet his moans as he thrusts in and out of
my mouth, grunting as he thrusts faster and harder.

"Fuck yeah," he moans, "suck my huge dick, you faggot."

Evan continues the non-stop fucking of my face for several minutes, his
grunts and moans growing louder with every thrust, seemingly wanting
everyone to know that he is getting his dick sucked by me. When I start to
feel his dick begin to spasm in my mouth, I know that he is getting
close. His moans are cut short by his rapid breaths as he continues to
shove his dick down my throat, his grip on my head getting tighter. With a
final "ah yeah," he abruptly pulls my head towards his body and starts
thrusting in short bursts as I feel his dick inside my mouth start to
shoot, his hot cum hitting the back of my throat. He moans loudly with each
spurt, his hips thrusting with each shot, sending his dick deeper inside my
mouth. As his spurts begin to lessen, my mouth filled with his cum, he
starts thrusting into my face furiously as his dick softens amidst his cum,
grunting as he holds my head tightly against him. After his final shot, he
starts to loosen his hold on my head only to grab my hair, pulling me off
him, the half-hard, glistening dick in front of my face.

"Clean it," he says curtly.

After swallowing his cum, I lick the cum and saliva that is left on his
dick, Evan using every opportunity to hit my face with it, interrupting my
cleaning job. He places his head on my lip, pressing it firmly, his
foreskin covering his head and against my mouth, and has me suck any
remaining cum that is left inside. I suck his head, Evan seeming to enjoy
the sensation of my lips tight against his head as well as my servicing of
him. His dick returning to its original hardness as I suck the last drops
of cum from his dick, he forcefully removes it from my mouth and hits my
face again with it, the sound of his and Braeden's laughter masking the
sound of the smack.

"Hey faggot," I hear Braeden call out.

I look over to Braeden, who is standing in front of the bench, jacking his
dick off furiously. He points his dick towards my face and tells me to say
"ahh." I instinctively close my eyes as he cums in my face, feeling the
warm, wet cum hit me as the boys laugh. His cum lands around my eyes, on my
nose, and on my lips. My eyes still closed, I feel Braeden's dick spreading
his cum all over my face, covering me in a layer of cum. Satisfied, he
again hits my face, which I feel Evan repeat the same action. Not wanting
to open my eyes, both from the cum and seeing the boys, I keep them closed
as they talk to me.

"You really are a faggot, aren't you," I hear Evan.

"I told you he was," Braeden confirms.

"You think he'll suck us again tomorrow?"

"Hell yeah. This faggot will do anything for dick."

"Gene's coming over tomorrow after church. Should I bring him too?"

"Yeah, I bet the faggot would love to suck three dicks tomorrow."

"Alright. Same time tomorrow faggot?"

"Don't worry, he'll be here."