Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2009 18:39:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys, Buds and Bullies pt. 20

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contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys...and is for
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The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one
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In addition, this story also contains domination & fighting between teenage
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"Boys, Buddies and Bullies"
Recapping last few paragraphs of previous chapter


I wanted to sit up on Robbies chest and make him blow me, but I didn't
think I could handle looking into his eyes while doing so, not just yet,
anyway. So I decided to fuck his mouth the way Donnie liked doing it. "k
faggot, enough with my balls... take my cock into your mouth and blow
me... and unless you want your face looking worse than it does
already... you better do a damn good job sucking my dick"

Each word that came out of my mouth surprised me even more than the last,
hearing such words leave my lips and directed towards Robbie of all people,
and still alive to continue with it, not only increased my confidence, but
also inflated my ego to an all time high.

I expected Robbie to put up some sort of struggle, but within seconds after
giving him a direct order, I felt his lips part and his tongue glaze over
the head of my dick.  I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my piss-slit, I
threw my head back, closed my eyes, grabbed the back of his head and gave
my hips a thrust.  With my eyes still closed, my body slightly trembling, I
laid full length on top of his face and began doing push-ups in and out of
Robbie's warm mouth.  I felt as though I was in heaven, that nothing for
the rest of my life would ever or could ever... give me a feeling as
awesome as this.

Within moments, some thing took over my body and mind, maybe it was all the
humiliation Robbie had put me through since we were ten, maybe it was all
the times he beat me up and that wicked evil grin on his face while doing
so. What ever it was... this new feeling of mine had to be evil.  I began
thrusting harder and harder into Robbie's mouth and within seconds after
giving my hips one last power thrust, I entered his throat. Something
inside of me wanted to hurt him, I wanted his throat to be way more sore
than it currently was, I wanted to give back some of the pain and
humiliation he had so often given me.

The good in me tried, tried very hard, but there was no way I could stop
myself now, absolutely no way I could bring myself to ease up even a
little, I had my entire hard six and a half inches buried to the hilt down
Robbie Blackburns throat, and he was trying with all his might to throw me
off him.  I loved the feel of his warm breath tickling my thick bush with
his nose buried deep within it.

I was so into fucking his face as hard and mercilessly as I could, I didn't
even hear his gagging and choking at first.  When I finally heard it and
then felt the spasm of his throat muscles on all sides of my dick, I
suddenly realized what all the fuss was about with mercilessly fucking
another dudes throat.  It's all about the power trip, having so much
control over another dude, the feeling of intense superiority, and mostly
the humiliation you are forcing upon that particular person.

The feeling of so much power is unexplainable, and knowing that Robbie
would now be looking up to me, in more ways than one was overwhelming.  No
way could I pull out of his mouth now, feeling his nose once again pressing
tightly against my pubes, knowing that it was MY dick causing his total
discomfort now, that it was MY cock stuffing his throat to the max, knowing
that within a moment or two, it would be MY cum spewing down into his
belly. Thoughts that only drove me wilder.

When I felt the climax coming on, I did everything in my power to pause it,
not that I didn't want to deposit my sperm inside Robbie's mouth and belly,
trust me... I did, but I so wanted to prolong what would certainly be an
awesome finale. Just so I could soak my dick inside Robbies warm mouth and
keep it there for a long long time.

I thought about pulling out for a few seconds, but I couldn't even do that,
instead I tightened my thighs on each side of his face, lifted his head up
an inch or two, then with all the muscles within my legs I slammed his head
back down onto my mattress thrusting my dick as hard as I could and as deep
as I could into his scull.  My orgasm was a thousand times better than my
best orgasm to date.  I continued blasting his throat with my thick sperm
over and over, I lost count of the volleys of cum I unloaded into Robbie's
throat, but more than anything, I wanted him to taste it, so I pulled out
till just the head of my cock remained in his mouth, and fortunately I
still had a couple of spurts left.

I forced myself up off him till I was straddling his upper chest. I was
surprised to see all the tears streaming from Robbie's eyes, not sure if he
was actually crying from humiliation or if the tears were from the fierce
fucking his face had just taken.  I gave him the most perfect smirk I could
muster. "clean my dick, bitch, then start SUCKING it again... we are far
from calling it a night. I have a lot more where that nice load came
from... and you're not done till you have sucked it all out of me... even
if it takes all night.

I know that now, I'm beginning to sound as much of a monster as Donnie,
Rocco, and Robbie, but the way I figure, I may as well get my share of
pleasure now, cause who knows what Bryan has in store for him.  I mean it
doesn't take a brain surgeon to know that Bryan Turcot wants his share of
Robbie, and wants it bad.  I also know that Wednesdays happen to be set
aside for soccer practice, the same day Robbie use to throw the ball in the
gym, and though he hasn't done that in a while, I have a feeling I can talk
him into starting it up again, even if I need to use a little muscle to
persuade him.  I'm so totally sure he has no idea what day the soccer team
has it's practice, and I have grown to enjoy watching other dudes play
rough with him, humiliating him in front of others.

Wondering how far Bryan will take it inside a public school, with his coach
just down the hall?

"Boys, Buds and Bullies" pt. 20 The Final Chapter Forgetting to close the
blinds before falling asleep, I was awoken with the wicked bright sunshine
pouring through my bedroom windows.  I looked at Robbie, and sighed.  With
his eyes closed tightly, and his breathing somewhat ragged, he could so
easily pass as a fallen angel.

For the first five or so minutes I just laid there admiring his cute
seventeen year old face, even with his lips all puffy, and the facial
bruises he received from Donnie and his brother, he was still a very
handsome dude.  Part of me felt so sad for the way I took advantage of him
way into the wee hours of the morning, using him to satisfy my need, merely
because under his current shape, and lack of strength, I could.

Feeding him my thick cum, forcing him to eat it.  Did I really need to fuck
his mouth so viciously, so mercilessly four times during the course of the
night?  Whatever it was that took over my mind and body last night was
obviously evil to the extreme, yet didn't he have it coming to him, and
doesn't he deserve even more abuse from me, If so... why do I feel as
though he's maybe had enough.  A better question might be... if I feel so
bad for him, then why do I have this urge to straddle his chest and slap
the fuck outta him?

The urge only got stronger the longer I laid there watching him,
remembering all the many beatings and the humiliation he put me through,
and remembering how much enjoyment he got from doing so.  Before I even
realized what the hell I was doing, I was straddling his chest once again,
feeling so damn powerful, and wailing on his face with powerful
slaps. "wake up you fucking pussy. I own you for one more day, and I want
my days worth... you frigging cum worshiper"

The minute Robbie opened his eyes, and tried so hard to speak, I began to
hate myself.  His words were barely audible, using my real name rather than
his pet names for me like faggot, bitch, cocksucker, cumdump and
such. "Please stop Abe... I... I need help, my...throat... is kil... my
throat is... killing ...me. Please Abe...please get ...me
some... help...pleassse"

It was so easy to tell that his throat was now raw meat, probably much
worse than mine back then.  I mean he had to literally inhale two thick
nine and a half inch cocks over and over and over again, fucking his throat
viciously and mercilessly sometimes even after he had passed out.  I
immediately stopped my slapping, looked down into his sad eyes, and began
bawling my eyes out. "I should pound your face in... and keep fucking
it... like you did to me when it was my throat hurting. Why should I
stop... WHY damn it...you never did"

Robbie looked into my eyes, and for the first time in all the years we've
known each other, he apologized to me. It was just a whisper, a barely
audible whisper, escaping his lips, but the words were there and they were
real. "I'm sorry Abe... I'm sooo sorry"

I slowly dragged myself off his body, and went down to the kitchen to make
him some hot tea with lots of honey.  I figured even though he didn't
really deserve it, I'd give him a break, mostly because he was after
all... my best friend.  I also knew that he still had to face Bryan at
school, and no way in hell would Bryan ever take pity on him, and of course
there still was Donnie for him to worry about.  So I knew he'd still get
more than his share of misery.

We decided that he would try the hot tea with honey since it used to help
me when I was in his condition, then if necessary we or his mom would call
his family doctor.  However, the more tea with honey he drank the better
his sore throat felt, so he decided to give his throat more time before
calling the doctor.  He stayed home from school for several more days till
the bruises on his face and body were just barely noticeable, and his
throat was nearly back to normal.

Strangely enough I wasn't bothered all that much at school, don't get me
wrong, I still serviced Donnie in the third floor boys room each day,
usually only once during the day, except for one day.  It was Wednesday,
Donnie caught me in the parking lot just before the last warning bell
rang. "Hey fag, how much longer is your boyfriend gonna need to heal huh?"
I was no longer afraid of Donnie, I mean yeah I was still somewhat afraid
of him, but not like I used to be, mostly because he wasn't as rough with
me as before.  Sure he made me give him blow jobs, and slap me around a
little, but as long as I didn't give him any crap, he'd go easy on me.
Besides, I had long ago decided that I enjoyed worshiping this wicked hot
jock, and like Robbie, I too loved the taste of Donnie's huge cock, and I
too had become addicted to the flavor of Donnie's thick warm cum.  I even
grew to love his aggressiveness, allowing him to believe that no way would
I lower myself to blow him if he wasn't forcing me to, if he wasn't so
strong and powerful.  Therefore I looked him straight in the eye, and gave
him a huge smirk. "If it wasn't for you and your jerk brother nearly
killing him... he'd be back at school... by now" Donnie got in my face and
spat a large glob of wet saliva, by now I was used to his spit, and was
always grateful that it was just drool and never consisted of phlegm.  Yet,
it was still humiliating not being able to wipe it away. I had to let it
run down my face so that others could see it.  Donnie would just grin while
watching his spit slowly make its way down to my lips. "Be very careful how
you bad mouth my bro. You bad mouth me, I just slap you around for a while,
but if my bro ever heard you call him a jerk or whatever, he'd fuck up your
face real bad, and then literally fuck it till his dick came out the back
of your head. Now let's go to my car so you can worship me before
class. Although I'd prefer that your boyfriend be the one enjoying a
mouthful of my cum, you'll have to do till he's brave enough to bring his
ass to school"

This particular morning Donnie was wearing his thin nylon basketball shorts
and a thin tight fitting muscle shirt, along with low ankle socks and his
expensive Puma sneaks.  He looked hot as hell, and it was obvious that he
was grateful not to be wearing the stiff school uniform that was required
at his former catholic school.  He unlocked the back passenger door of his
moms car, and nodded for me to get in.  Once he was sitting inside next to
me, he spread his well muscled legs wide, and began brushing his open hand
over his nylon covered groin, while smirking.  As I sat and pleaded with
him that we didn't have time, and we shouldn't be doing it in the parking
lot where others could clearly see what was taking place, he gave me a cold
grin. "shut the fuck up fag, they all know your number by now. Shit... most
everyone here knows that you're Robbie's girlfriend, and they even know
that he's now MY bitch. Besides I love putting on a show for my fans, so
let's start with you sniffing and licking my pits... shall we... and since
we only have a little time, after you worship my pits you can go directly
to my dick... got it... fag?"

I glanced out the side windows to see who may be within eyesight, and
seeing the coast was clear I started to turn my head towards the rear
window, but was roughly yanked by my hair, and my face shoved into Donnie's
right armpit. "when you gonna learn faggot... when I say do
something... you don't fuckin hesitate not even for a second... you just
say yes sir and you do it... you don't take your time wondering who might
be watchin... do you fuckin get it... is it sinking into that cocksucking
head of yours?"  With my nose and mouth pressed tightly into Donnie's thick
pit hair, I knew he wasn't expecting an answer.  Since the day was just
beginning there really wasn't any fowl odor stemming from his pits, it was
just the total humiliation of it all and the thought of me being humiliated
was enough to create a tent in Donnie's nylon basketball shorts.  I didn't
hear nor see a classmate of mine approach the side window, I only heard
Donnie's response.  "Hey there Noah... what did you ask??? Is that Abe
licking my armpits?? ... hell ya it's Abe... wanna say hi to him?" I felt
Donnie's fist tighten his grip on my hair, then pulled from his pits and
next thing I know I'm staring at Noah Johnson in the face through the
window.  Noah was in most of my classes, and up till now was always decent
to me. But, I could tell by the grin on his face that those days maybe
behind us, and that a whole new feeling towards me may be taking hold of
his mind at the moment. "dude? That is so incredibly disgusting... I've
heard the rumors ... but to actually see it with my own eyes... man, you
really are a frigging faggot... huh? How's his pit taste? You liking the
taste of it? queer boy"

Not giving time to respond to Noahs question, Donnie spoke up for me. "hell
ya he likes it... almost as much as he likes the taste of my big
dick... which by the way... he's just about ready to swallow... wanna
watch?"  I began pleading with Donnie, whispering. "Please Donnie... no
audience... I'm begging you" Noah could of course see my lips moving but
with the window up he couldn't really hear my whispering.  "What's he
saying?"  Donnie was only too happy to tell Noah what I was up to. "He's
beggin me... pleading with me... not to let you watch him blow me. How
fuckin rude, huh? Just for that... if you want... you can hop in the front
seat and watch up close while he takes my big cock down his fuckin queer
throat"

Noah was nearly beside himself listening to Donnie talk like that, of
course he wasn't totally sure if he was up to watching a classmate of his
actually give another classmate a blow-job, but I guess his natural
curiosity got the best of him, because he opened the front door and planked
himself in the ringside seat. "I always thought that if I let another dude
blow me... it... wellllll... it meant that I too was a fag... but I know
your no fag Colello... so I guess that can't be the case"

Donnie was quick to defend himself which he found himself doing a lot of
lately. "Of course I'm no fag... like I'm telling everybody... you don't
gotta be a fag to let a fag blow you... that's just plain stupid... the
only fag is the one doin the blowin. I mean think about it... all I'm doin
is getting off when the need arises... who cares if the head is a she or a
he.. And to be honest... it feels so much better when it's a
he... because... you can abuse the fag that's suckin your dick all you
want... and be as rough as you want... telling ya... there's no feeling
like it... mercilessly fuckin a dudes face... a dude that is far inferior
to you... it sends a flash of power through your whole body when you blow
your thick wad of cum blasting into another weaker dudes mouth. Man... ya
just gotta try it one day to know what I'm sayin... ya know? Here... let me
show ya how it's done. I usually like to warm up a little by making the fag
 worship parts of my body... you know like you saw... queer boy here
sniffing and licking my pits. I also like takin a fistful of their hair
pushin their face into my crotch and holdin it there for a while... makin
them sniff it and lick it. Like this"

Donnie forced my face into the crotch of his nylon shorts and held it
there, moving my nose and lips up and down and all around. "Yeeeaah
bitch... show Noah how you love to worship my crotch... here fag, let's
lower my waist band and have you get your nose and lips right onto my
filthy jock.

"Oooh yeah!" were the only words coming from a somewhat confused yet very
excited seventeen year old Noah Johnson.  Of course by now I was totally
used to having my face shoved into Donnie's rank jockstraps.  Yet, it
always seemed much worse when he was out trying to impress someone.  His
dick was wicked hard, standing straight up against his tight abs, leaving a
total outline of his beautifully thick nine and a half inches clearly
visible.

The huge mushroom shaped head had begun leaking a bit, outlining its
perfect shape and thickness, wetting the soft cotton fabric of the tight
wicked soiled jock.  A perfect out line of his huge cock-head and it's deep
rim clearly bulging through the thin cotton, leaving absolutely no need for
even a wee-bit of imagination.

Donnie was in all his glory having an audience to witness his power over
others as well as his rough aggressive and extremely controlling
personality.  "Yeeaah... there you go queer boy... start licking my dick
through that filthy jock... but first clean that head... lap up that
pre-cum... fuckin fag" I of course did as Donnie ordered, too many
poundings in the past had taught me not to keep him waiting.  The taste of
his pre-cum was never a problem for me, but when it's combined with the
taste of dried sweat, dried piss, and old cum, and I'm being watched
closely by two sets of eyes, it can be quite hard to take, or should I say
swallow.

Noah had become over excited by the scene taking place in front of his
eyes. "Oooooh fuck! This is so fucking hot... he really is doing it... he's
licking your juice right through your filthy jock... what a fucking fag,
but no way is he gonna be able to take that huge dick of yours in his
mouth... that's one awesome looking cock you've got there Colello... bigger
than any I've seen yet... I mean... well... you know what I mean... I'm not
queer or anything... I mean... I'm just saying. You know what I mean,
right?"  Poor Noah, he may be wicked far from being gay, but one thing is
for sure, he set himself up, and Donnie was quick to acknowledge it, by
giving Noah one of his famous winks. "I know your not queer, dude. The
sight of my cock just does things to other dudes, even the straight ones,
just makes you wanna kiss it... right?"  I couldn't see Noah"s facial
expression, though I would have paid a hundred bucks to have seen it, but
his words came fast. "Not me man... it don't make me want to kiss
it... like I said I'm no queer" Donnie, however always gets the last
word. "That's what they all say... till they get a real close up of
it... then it like hypnotizers them or somethin... then when I cum in their
straight mouths... they are so fuckin hooked... hooked forever... don't
havta take my word though... just ask Robbie Blackburn... ain't that right
my little cocksucker?"

I had no choice but to agree with Donnie, I would have paid dearly if I had
lied and said no. "Yes sir... it's true... Robbie loves the taste of your
hot cum, sir" Noah apparently was one of the few that had not heard about
Robbie's transformation. "No fucking way man... Blackburn is probably the
straightest jock on earth... no way he would suck another dudes dick... no
fucking way!"  Noah continued playing right into Donnie's hands.  "How
about we make a wager on it, you and I will talk about what the payment
will be later today... deal?"  Noah agreed, without any clue or interest in
just how much the loser of the bet would have to pay.  Then casually and
without anymore thought to the bet, he hunched himself over the top of the
front seat to get an even closer look at what a fag I truly had become.

My tongue attached itself to the transparent wet spot right where Donnie's
piss-slit was clearly visible.  The wet taste was bitter with the
combination of dried fluids, and knowing that a classmate of mine was
watching me closely while I performed my humiliating task, was wicked
embarrassing.  Yet I continued licking and sucking the head of Donnie's
massive cock right through his sexy but filthy jockstrap.

Donnie, decided it was time he allow Noah to view the full shaft, keeping
his eyes glued to Noah's eyes for any more signs of interest.  Pulling his
long thick cock free of the jock, tucking the waistband under his balls,
Donnie began slapping his big dick across my face over and over again, all
the while watching Noah's reaction.  Not able to see Noah's expression for
my self, I listened for the reaction, and didn't have long to wait. "Ooooh
yeeeaah... beat the bitch with that monster dick of yours... hurt
him... make him suck it... I want to hear him fucking gag on that power
tool of yours, Colello... I want to see you shove it in his mouth... make
him choke on it"

As if Donnie needed any encouragement to put on the best show he possibly
could, especially for a possible new bitch.  He quickly pushed my head
aside so that Noah could see the full massive love tool that would soon be
filling my mouth and throat. "you like this... don't you?"  Thinking that
Donnie was talking to me, I answered him.  "yeah I do, sir, I like your
cock very much" With a hearty laugh, Donnie slapped me wicked hard this
time. "Not talkin to you, queer boy... I already know you fuckin love my
dick... fuckin loser... I'm talkin to Noah. You like the looks of my
cock... dontcha Johnson? You'd like to kiss it right on the piss-slit,
wouldn't you?"

Noah was quick to yell out. "No I wouldn't... that's disgusting and it's
sick... I told you, I'm no queer like Abe, and only queers suck dicks... so
quit asking me shit like that... I don`t like it"

Donnie just laughed at Noah's words, and then continued on with the show.
Grabbing a fistfull of my hair.  "ok bitch... let's show Noah what he's
missin... open wide, and start suckin" Thrusting the head of his dick into
my mouth, I had no choice but to obey.  I began licking and lapping all
around the huge head of Donnie's cock, concentrating mostly on his
piss-slit, loving the taste of it.  Imagining his sweet tasting cum gushing
out of it, gave me more incentive to give him the best head ever.

After several moments of me worshiping the head of his beautiful cock,
Donnie gripped the back of my head with a fistful of hair and gave another
thrust, filling my hungry mouth with another few inches. Bringing excited
remarks from our audience.  "Holy crap, look at him... the fag is taking
your huge cock in his mouth... like a fucking Hoover... how long has he
been giving you head, man? Must be like fucking forever... to be able to
take all that without choking, and all this time I never even knew he was a
fucking faggot... but now that I know... I mean... since it doesn't mean
I'm queer to let him blow me... I mean... you know... why not... I wouldn't
mind getting head from someone I can slap around at the same time... I mean
who wouldn't take advantage of something as sweet as this... but no way can
he take much more of that big boy" Donnie was quick to pick up on Noah's
last comment. "Yaaahhh... you like this big boy... dontcha? Tell ya
what... as soon as queer-boy here is finished... I'll let you feel this
piece of steel... I know you wanna... but if I let you feel it, your gonna
have to kiss it... deal?"

Needless to say Noah was none too happy with Donnie's proposal. "Cut the
shit... told you I'm no faggot... and I also told ya I don't like that
fucking talk directed to me... so fuck off asshole" With that said, Noah
was out the door and running towards the school just as the last warning
bell rang.  Donnie laughed his ass off while yelling after Noah. "you're
one fuckin brave dude callin me an asshole, guess I'll have to beat the
shit outta you now... less you change your mind about kissin my power
tool. Of course being a nice guy... I'll give you the option, in any case
don`t forget about our wager, you hear?"

After the last warning bell Donnie needed to get off as quickly as he
could, and therefore used my face as though he was fucking a worn out cunt,
roughly plunging deep and pulling out fast, just to plunge deeper with the
next thrust.  Gripping my hair tighter with each rapid thrust over and over
again, flexing his wicked tight thighs on each side of my face, and for the
first time in weeks, I was gagging and fearing for my life, literally
fighting for air.  I really felt as though I'd be going out before he even
got to climax, since he showed no concern for me or my dire situation.
"Take it... take it, ooooh yeeeaaah take it you fuckin queer... oooh fuck
man... you think your choking now? Wait till you receive this load... oooh
fuck ya... I'm goona drown you with THIS load... if you don't choke to
death first, fuckin pissbreath"

Once those words left his mouth it took Donnie less than two minutes to
blast his huge quantity of teen juice into my throat.  He was right about
the massive size of his load, THIS TIME it nearly DID choke me to death.
Since he held my face buried into his thick mass of pubes, mostly all of
his thick creamy load went straight down my throat, but I did manage to get
to taste a tiny portion of it, and it only made me yearn for more.

After using my hair to clean his cock head, he opened the rear door and
used his legs and the bottom of his Puma's to literally kick me out of the
car and onto the parking lot pavement.  As he hastily pulled up his nylon
running shorts and putting those muscular legs to good use, he made a mad
dash towards the school.  I spent the next several days imagining anything
in the entire world that could even come close to the awesome taste of
Donnie's sperm, and I no longer wonder why Robbie is obsessed with eating
Donnie's cum and his constant craving for more.


To be continued:
So sorry for the long delays, it can not be helped.
There will be another chapter coming SOON I promise.
Still to come... Robbie's submission to Bryan Turcot