Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 18:22:46 -0500
From: Ricky Frazier <RickyF@triad.rr.com>
Subject: Brian's Visit - CH 2

      When I finally realized that the noise I heard was the doorbell, I
froze in complete panic.  Looking up at Brian, I saw him staring down at me
with that same contemptuous smirk that I had grown used to during the past
few hours.  His hard cock still jutted out from his dark blonde pubes with
a large drop of his white load hanging loosely from the tip.  His foreskin
had already begun to reclaim the head of his cock as it had begun to lose
some of its swelling after his orgasm.  The doorbell rang again.

      "Think I should get that, faggot?" he leered at me.

      "Please, Brian, don't answer the door.  I'll do anything you want but
please don't let that guy in."

      He only chuckled as he moved towards my front door, not even
bothering to cover up, his cock swaying as he walked.  He looked through
the peephole first, then unlocked the door and opened it.

      "What the fuck!  Sorry dude - I must be interrupting something."  The
voice was Tim's - I could recognize it even through the haze of the pot,
beer, XTC, and sex.  I quickly evaluated my options - I had none.

      "It's OK...come on in.  We were just finishing up - and we got plenty
of weed left."  I heard Tim enter my house and the door shut behind him.  I
looked down, trying to avoid looking Tim in the face, and was mortified to
find that my cock was still hard.  A nasty looking drop of Brian's cum was
hanging from the head of my own throbbing dick, which was still pulsing and
swinging obscenely.

      "Shit, dude!  What the fuck were you guys doing in here?" asked Tim
when he rounded the corner into the living room and saw me trussed up on
the floor by the couch.  "This looks like some sick shit."

      "It's alright, man.  I just found out that my old college buddy has a
few interests that I never knew about when we used to live together.  He's
a fucking wild man...into all kinds of weird fucked up shit.  You want some
pot?"

      "Fuck yeah - that's why I came by, remember?"  Brian moved to
retrieve the bong and his bag of weed while Tim moved over to sit on the
couch.  He was eyeing me curiously when he sat down in front of me.  "So
what kinda things is he into?"

      "I'm not into these things - Brian made me do them..." I knew I had
made a mistake the second the words left my mouth.

      "I don't think he was talking to you, faggot!"  I felt Brian's hand
smack the back of my head as he handed the bong and the weed to Tim.  Our
guest began to pack himself a fresh bowl as Brian continued.  "Earlier
tonight I threw a weed boner and saw this faggot drooling all over it.  I
wanted to find out what was up with that, so I put him through a few tests.
It didn't take long to find out that Ricky here is one grade-A pussyboy.
Damn, dude, you should have seen him...he licked my feet and his dick
started to drool like fucking crazy.  Then the bitch started rooting around
in my sweaty balls man, sniffing them like some kinda pig.  Before I knew
it, he had my toes in his mouth and was telling me he was about to cum."
Brian sat down beside Tim.  "Well, I thought that was just gross so I
pulled him off of me and walked over to the edge of the deck to piss.  The
fucking faggot moved over and got down on his knees in front of my cock and
let me piss all over him.  He said he wanted to suck me so I let him, but
then he got cold feet after he had already gotten me all worked up, so I
tied him up and made him finish what he started.  Bitch has got a hot
throat though - took the whole damn thing down to the bush.  I had just
finished hosing him down when you rang the bell.  He begged me to taste it
man...it was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen."

      I had to protest, despite my situation; since that was nowhere near
the way the events had actually occurred.  "That's not the way it happened
and you know it, Brian."  I felt his big foot slap me across the face.

      "Shit!!!  I've never seen anything like that - he lets you slap him
with your feet?"

      "Yeah, bitch gets off on it...and to prove that what I said was true
- I've got pictures of it all."  Brian got up to get the pictures he had
been taking of me all night and knew that Tim was going to believe him over
me.  When Brian returned to the couch, he handed the stack to Tim, who had
finished packing his first bowl and had already taken a few hits off of it.

      "FUCK!!!  I've never seen shit like this before - not even in porno!
Tim looked at the pictures of me licking Brian's feet, taking his piss, and
finally his hot load before looking down at me.  "You shoot a nice load,
man.  You got him good - I can still see it on his face.  Why do you think
the fucker would lie to me?"

      "He's probably just embarrassed.  Look at his cock, Tim.  You can
tell he was getting off on it when you got here...I mean, his little pussy
prick is still hard."  I was humiliated beyond belief.  There was no way to
explain the situation and Brian's account of what had happened tonight fit
the evidence completely - even though it was almost completely false.
"Actually, I think he gets off even more over the idea that he is being
FORCED to do it.  He complains a lot, but his cock never gets soft and he
keeps saying that he is going to cum, so it's obvious that he likes it.
You should have seen his cock twitch when I tied him up."  Tim handed the
bong to Brian and continued to stare at me for a few moments.  I saw a
bulge beginning to grow in Tim's jeans, starting to snake its way down his
thigh.  He moved his foot out further and brushed his toes up against my
balls with his canvas sneakers.  My cock lurched violently, swinging a
nasty looking string of precum on the floor between my legs.  "See, I told
you man.  He's fucking into it."

      "I've never seen anything like this man - I mean, if I was tied up
naked with a guy's cum running down my chin and another guy's foot on my
balls, I sure as hell wouldn't be hard."

      "That's what I'm saying, dude", said Brian as he took another hit off
the bong and passed it back to Tim.  "It's fucking warped, but I'm not the
kinda guy to turn down a blowjob.  It's been a while for me - the bitches
are all so uptight about it and shit.  You just can't get into it.  If you
are lucky enough to talk one into it at all, they just gag over it and beg
you to fucking stop.  This guy had the whole fucking thing down his throat
and kept a hard-on the whole time.  You'd better be careful - he has a
thing for feet.  If you keep touching his nuts with your shoe, you might
get them covered in his fag spunk.  Hey, you want a beer?"

      "That would be awesome, man.  This is some wicked pot you got."

      Brian got up and brought back a six-pack, placing it on the floor
near the couch after handing one to Tim and taking one for himself.  Tim
continued to eye me suspiciously while Brian got the beers.  Both popped
the beers open and Brian returned to the sofa.

      "Go ahead and get comfortable, dude.  Stay awhile."

      "Sounds like a good idea...like I said, this weed is killer!" Tim
reached down and started to unlace his sneakers in front of me.  Brian
stopped him.

      "Why do that yourself when we got a foot-fag at our service?"

      "I don't know, man...I mean, hearing about all this shit is one
thing, letting him do it with me is another."

      "I bet he wants to do it, don't you faggot?  Tim, you don't know
this, but I saw Ricky here looking at your feet when you came by here to
deliver our pizza."

      "No fucking way!"

      "Hell yeah, he was all over them even then.  He practically started
to drool.  Fuck, that's one of the things that gave me the idea to start
playing with him tonight."  He looked at me and grinned.  "I bet if you
asked him, he would even beg you to let him at your feet.  His cock is
still throbbing - actually it even looks harder since we have been talking
about those nasty sneakers of yours.  Go ahead, ask him."

      I looked up at Tim and saw that his cock was obviously hard within
the confines of his jeans.  I felt a wave of sexual heat roll over me as he
began his question.  "Is that right?  Is that what you want?  You want to
take my sneakers off for me?  You want to make my feet feel good tonight
after being on them all day?"  I glanced at Brian.

      "Don't look at me, faggot.  I'm not the one talking to you.
Actually, that's pretty rude.  Just answer his question."

      I knew I was beaten and looked up at Tim.  "Yes, I want to do it."

      "You want to do what?" asked Tim as he adjusted the straining cock in
his jeans.

      "I want to take your sneakers off for you."

      "And then?"

      "I want to make your feet feel good."

      "How are you going to do that, you sorry sack of shit?"  Brian
chuckled as he could now tell that Tim was getting into it.

      "I'll do anything you want, Tim."  There, I had said it.  At this
point, I didn't even know what the truth was anymore.  I did want to please
him, but I was also being forced into this.  I was excited and scared and
high all at the same time.  What did I have to lose?

      Tim and Brian started laughing wildly together - a kind of fucked up,
frat-house laughter that I found chilling.  "SHIT!!!!! That is SOOOO fucked
up man!  I've never met anybody low enough to be willing to do ANYTHING for
a taste of a guy's foot."  They saw my cock react when the words "taste"
and "foot" were used in the same sentence.  Brian decided to humiliate me
by pointing it out.

      "FUCK!  Did you see his fucking pussy-cock when he thought about
tasting your foot?  Damn, dude - he didn't get that hot when he was working
on mine."

      "Well, you said he was into smells and I'm telling you, mine must
reek.  These sneakers are like 5 years old and I just put on a pair of
socks I found on the floor this morning.  I didn't even have time to shower
this morning."  My cock started to bob up and down again.  I was powerless
to stop it.  It was good for another laugh.  "Looks like if I don't let him
do it, he's gonna spooge all over the place.  Go ahead faggot, take them
off - knock yourself out."  He stretched out on the sofa and placed both
feet in front of me.

      "But how am I supposed to take them off with my hands tied behind
me?"

      "You're a smart guy, Ricky.  I'm sure you'll figure out something."

      There was only one choice really - to use my teeth.  I scooted back
slightly and slowly began to lower my upper body to the floor.  Keeping my
balance was a problem given that I was still tied up, but somehow I managed
to get my head low enough without yanking my nuts off.  As soon as I was
within reach, I smelled them - the sweatiest, muskiest odor I had ever
smelled was coming from his sneakers - and they weren't even off yet!  They
noticed my hesitation and chuckled some more at my continued degradation.
Moving my face even closer, I grabbed onto the end of one shoelace with my
teeth and pulled slowly, not wanting the lace to knot up.  Luckily, the
lace cooperated and I proceeded to move my mouth in closer to loosen the
laces enough for him to pull his foot out.  Try as I might; however, I just
couldn't get them loose enough.  Finally, I decide to grab the canvas in my
teeth and pull sideways to open up the shoe.  The smells were
over-powering.  As I opened up the shoe, I could actually feel the heat of
his foot rise from the confines of the dark, sweaty shoe and fill my
nostrils with his dank odor.  I could not believe that I was doing this.
As I worked, Tim and Brian just sat back and continued to smoke, drink
beer, and talk - virtually ignoring me - only occasionally encouraging me
with filthy comments.  I thought for a second about how to actually get his
foot out of the shoe and could only come up with one option - to put the
toe of the filthy sneaker in my mouth, hold on tight with my teeth and
pull.  Hopefully, I had gotten it loose enough to slide off.  Going back to
work, I grabbed and pulled.  Tim actually helped and slid his foot out of
the sneaker, leaving me with a guy's nasty canvas shoe hanging out of my
mouth.  Brian took another picture.

      "Shit man!  Congratulations!  You actually did it.  Oh, and by the
way, check out your dick boy."  I glanced down to see my bloated, juicy
cock continuing to pulse in time with my heartbeat, leaking my pre-nut all
over the floor between my legs, giving away the pleasure that some part of
me deep inside was feeling.  "Yeah, I know you like it - I can't believe
this, man - you were right.  This guy is a fucking foot-pussy."

      "Yeah, he gets off on it alright.  I don't understand it, but I'm
glad I know now.  There are so many days I could really use a good foot rub
and now I know where to get one.  It will be nice to have my own little
servant to work 'em over now and then - especially if he's gonna keep
begging for cock afterwards.  Shit man, I don't even have to keep 'em
clean!"  There was a burst of laughter at Brian's last sentence that made
me flush from embarrassment.

      "OK - One down.  Get that shoe out of your mouth and take my other
one off."  As I moved back down to repeat the procedure on his other shoe,
Tim raised the damp, sock-covered foot I had already set free up to my nose
and started wiggling his toes around my face.  I moaned audibly, unable to
control myself as the nasty smell of his huge dirty feet flooded my brain.

      "Shit, man - I've heard that sound before."  Brian jumped up from the
sofa and was behind me in a flash, grabbing my nuts and pulling down hard.

      "OUUUUCHH!  Brian, please stop.  It hurts.  STOP!"  Tim stuck his
foul sock-covered toes in my mouth to quiet me up.

      "Shut the fuck up bitch.  I got down here to make sure you don't
shoot.  Fuck, from the noises you were making, I just knew you were about
to blast.  And from the looks of things, I think I just barely got to you
in time."  He was right, of course - my cock looked like a wild creature
with a mind of it's own.  It was swollen larger than I had ever seen it,
dripping constantly from the bright red head, with veins I never knew
existed standing out obscenely.  "You just let me take care of this and you
get Tim's other shoe off."  Tim kindly removed his toes from my mouth as
Brian continued his manipulation of my nuts.  I tried to work as quickly as
possible and it didn't take long before Tim sat in front of me in two of
the nastiest off-white athletic socks I had ever seen.  You could see that
they were damp, and the smell was like an entire locker room had been
concentrated into those two small pieces of cloth covering his feet.  He
wiggled his toes and even more of the aroma was released into the air.  I
found myself breathing deeply in spite of myself and in spite of the
laughter it caused from Brian and Tim.  I looked up and saw that Tim had
removed his shirt as well and was stretched out on the couch with his arms
along the back.  He was a thin guy and his abs were awesome.  There was a
thick bush of damp, sweaty hair under each pit and I felt a sudden desire
to smell him there too.  Thinking about it caused my cock to become
painfully hard for a second and I nearly started to cry at the thought that
I would react like that over a guys smelly feet and pits.  Tim looked down
on me - he was fully stoned now.

      "Awesome little whore you got here, Brian.  You guys gonna have to
order pizza more often.  I'm surprised you were able to get both of my
shoes off so quick.  I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work.
I mean it's obvious you wanted my feet really bad - so I think I'll give
them to you.  How long do you think I should let him indulge himself,
Brian?"  Brian was quiet for a few seconds, thinking of my next
humiliation, before he spoke.

      "I think fifteen minutes should be about right...but here's the deal,
pussy.  You get to work Tim's feet over for fifteen minutes - do anything
you want with them for that length of time - or until you feel like you are
gonna shoot you nasty fag cum.  If you cum, the pictures get seen.  And I'm
not gonna help you stop this time, so if you get too close to the edge,
it's gonna be up to you to stop in time...but if you stop, you can't go
back.  This is your last chance to have some foot fun...well, at least for
right now.  So have your fun...but not too much fun.  Here, I'll even untie
your hands so Tim can feel what a good job you do with them."  He untied my
wrists but left my ankles bound with the smaller rope still attaching them
to my nuts.  I could move my arms and hands again, but still could not
stand up without ripping my nuts off.  I definitely wasn't going anywhere;
nor would I DARE use my hands to touch my own cock - that would send me
over the edge and if the pictures got out, my life would be ruined.

      I reached out and took one of Tim's feet in each of my hands and
reveled in the moisture I found soaking his socks.  Lifting each to my
face, I swallowed what shreds of dignity remained, and held each up to nose
and took a deep breath, my head spinning as the funky aroma filled my head.
I felt strong contractions in the area between my cock and balls as a new
batch of precum oozed out onto the floor.  Still, I knew that I was in
control...at least for the moment.

      "That's it whore...get into my fucking nasty feet.  Smell em good,
you fag.  Yeah, I can see your cock dancing in the air when you take it in.
Shit, just admit it to yourself and get into it..." Brian and Tim were both
into the nasty talk and were laughing at my humiliation.  Tim was
definitely hard by now and Brian had started to chub up again as well.

      My next words surprised even me.  "Can I take your socks off?"

      Brian grinned.  "Why the fuck do you want to take them off?"

      I looked up at Tim and saw that a damp spot was beginning to form
near the hard head of his cock.  "I want to see your feet, Tim.  Please let
me see them.  I want to see your toes and get closer to them."

      Tim slapped my face with one of his sock covered feet and told me to
go ahead and do it.  I wasted no time in stripping his right foot of its
acrid sock, lifting it to my nose and getting another whiff before tossing
it aside.  Tim began to openly stroke his dick through his jeans, causing
the dark, wet spot near the head to expand.  His feet were amazing - large
and strong, they were pale in color with tuffs of dark hair on the tops and
on the toes.  Each toe seemed like a work of art to me.  This must be the
drug Brian made me take, I thought to myself.  I knew I shouldn't be so
into them, but I could no longer hide it at all.  I gently stroked his
strong arch and lifted the sole to my face to sniff him bare.  My own
cock's wild gyrations increased in intensity but I felt sure I could
control it for a few more minutes.  I slipped my tongue in between his big
toe and the second and lick around, tasting his sweat.  I sucked each toe
in turn, cleaning between each one, embarrassing myself in front of Brian
and Tim all the while.

      "Why don't you do the other one?"

      I wasted no time putting down the massive foot in my face in order to
strip and worship his left foot.  Peeling down the damp sock, I rubbed it
all over my face before repeating my humiliating toe licking on his left
foot.  How long had it been?  I had long ago lost track of time.  Had it
been 3 minutes, 7, 10?  Tim lifted his right foot and held both to my face
and ordered me to breath deeply.  Just then I knew that if I failed to stop
immediately, that I was going to blast.  I remembered the pictures and
slowly put both of Tim's feet back on the floor.

      "What's the matter, faggot?"

      "Brian - uh, I have to stop now..." I felt hot and flushed, on the
verge of passing out.

      "Why?"

      "Because if I don't, I'm gonna cum..."

      "Put your hands on your head", Brian commanded and I did as he
ordered.  This new position caused my cock to stand out from my body even
more and both Tim and Brian stood up to watch the show.  I was kneeling on
the floor, my ankles tied together and attached to my swollen nuts.  Each
involuntary movement caused the nuts to be pulled away from my body.  The
impending orgasm had my hips thrusting - I could not control them.  My
entire body was sweating and shaking wildly, slinging my copious wetness on
the floor all around me.  Brian and Tim laughed and pointed, taking
pictures of my struggle.  I clenched my teeth and fought hard to will the
orgasm away and was making headway.  I was going to fight it back - I was
going to control it.  YES, there - the worst was over.  I felt one strong
contraction and looked down, afraid for a moment that I was coming.
Instead, I saw a large stream of thick, milky juice ooze out of my swollen
knob.  It wasn't cum and I knew it, but I had never seen precum that looked
that thick and nasty.  It ran down my shuddering shaft, over my balls, and
dripped off onto the floor.  I breathed deep to steady myself and looked up
at my captors.

      Brian started clapping very slowly, laughing the whole time.  "Very
well done, pussy.  I really thought you would lose it, Ricky, but I gotta
give you credit - you held on.  But it's gotta suck for you that you won't
get any more feet right now.  Don't worry though, I'm sure we can find
other things for you to do that you will like just as much."

      Tim moved to stand directly in front of me and teased his cock
through the material of his jeans.  "I bet he'd like this, huh, Brian?"

      "Hell yeah, faggot loves cock.  His never even started to go soft
while he was blowing me."

      "Is that right, fagboy?  You want to see my cock?  I mean, it's
awfully close to your face right now and your own dick is still spitting
out precum.  What do you say?  You want it?"

      I was in my own little world - between the drugs, the painful hardon
between my legs, the mini-orgasm I had just had, and the hypnotic effect of
Tim's words, I just couldn't make any sense of what was going on.  I failed
to answer him quick enough and felt a sting across my face.  I hadn't even
seen that coming.

      "I already told you I would do anything you wanted."  I was
practically shouting...big mistake.

      "Don't take an attitude with me faggot!"  I felt another slap - not
hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to let me know that I was not in
charge here.  "I already know you will do it if I want you to.  What I
asked you was if YOU WANTED to do it.  Now answer me!"  He was becoming
even more demanding than Brian, who had moved back to the couch, holding
the camera.

      I did want it, but then again I didn't.  Protesting was out of the
question though; I was clear-headed enough to know that denying it would
bring even more humiliation and possibly even more pain.  I took the easy
way out and degraded myself even further.

      "Yes, I want it."

      "You want what, faggot!"  A nasty wad of spit landed on my lips.  I
let it hang there while Brian caught a picture.

      "I want to see your cock.  I want to put it in my mouth."

      "You want my cum, pussy?"

      "Yes, I want that too."

      "You gonna swallow it all down?"  I felt my cock jump again.

      "I'll swallow every drop."

      "Now there's a good faggot!  Take my cock out and show me how much
you love it."

      I reached up with my hands and unbuttoned his jeans, then slowly
lowered the zipper.  I saw immediately that he was not wearing underwear.
The smell of his hot crotch hit me like a ton of bricks.  I continued to
lower the zipper and saw his hairy, sweaty crotch.  Some of his pubes were
even matted down with sweat.  Even more impressive was the thick root of
the cock that still snaked down his right pants leg.  I started to lower
the jeans in order to free it and got smacked hard in the cheek when the
massive cock sprang free, already fully hard and wet.  While not as thick
as Brian's, Tim's cock was longer - at least by an inch.  I found myself
staring in spite of myself.  He was also uncut and his foreskin still
completely covered the head of his cock with skin to spare, even though he
was as hard as a rock.  The tip of his foreskin was completely wet from his
earlier excitement and I felt my cock drip more of my juice down the
well-lubed shaft to mingle with the rest of the fluids now on my living
room floor.

      "He likes it man", said Brian now re-filling the bong and sipping on
a beer as he relaxed on my couch.

      "Shit man, I can see that.  Look at the way he is staring at it."  I
only half heard them, so mesmerized was I by what I was looking at.  "Take
my jeans all the way off faggot.  I want to be free for this."

      I slipped his jeans further down and he stepped out of them, making
sure to put each of his feet in my face as he lifted them up.  As I looked
up, I saw Tim now totally naked and the sight made my cock as hard as it
had been all night.  I was practically drooling over the hot, thin guy who
had only hours before delivered a pizza to my house.

      "Hey, faggot.  You ordered extra cheese on your pizza.  Do you like
extra cheese on cock?"  Brian laughed uncontrollably.

      "No fucking way, man!"

      "Dude, I told you I didn't get to shower this morning and my skin is
so long it traps everything inside there...even the load I shot last night
in bed before I went to sleep."

      "Shit, I gotta get a picture of this.  You mind man?"

      "Go right ahead.  I ain't bashful."

      Brian got up with the camera and walked to me.  He tilted my head
back and opened my mouth.  "OK Tim, put your cock right over his mouth, but
not in just yet.  Yeah, that's it.  OK, now skin it back."  From this
position, I could not see his cock head, but I could sure as hell smell it
with the tip less than an inch from my nose.  It was different type of
musky smell than his feet, but no less powerful.  I saw the bright light
from the camera flashing.

      "Fuck that's nasty man!  Mine never gets that dirty."

      "I told you man.  Wanna let him clean it up?"  I tried to move away,
but didn't get far with my legs still tied to my nuts.  I did manage;
however, to catch a glimpse of Tim's nasty, cheese-covered dick.  I knew
that guys with foreskins had to work to keep them clean, but I never knew
that one could get that disgusting.  "Not so fast, faggot", said Tim as he
caught my head and lowered the tip of his drooling cock into my mouth.
"Lick it clean!"

      I nearly gagged when I felt my tongue make contact with the slimy
curds covering the head of his cock, but willed the feeling away and tried
my best to clean him up.  He started to throb in my mouth and once again I
no longer cared that I was humiliating myself in front of them.  I
repositioned my head and slid about half of his cock into my mouth.

      "Fuck yeah!  Good weed and good head all in the same night!"

      "Don't rush it man...let him work on it a while.  He fucking loves
it.  Come over here and sit back down.  You can do a couple more hits while
he gets you off."

      Tim pulled me off of his cock just for a moment as he sat back down.
I moved closer to him without even being told - which drew more laughter
from my tormentors.  Tim smacked me hard in the face a few times with his
skinned back cock, leaving more streaks of precum across my face, before
shoving my head down hard on his prick.  The nasty head slid right past my
throat and before I knew it, my face was buried in his pubes.  He held me
down and pumped his cock hard a few times before letting me up for air.

      "Shit!  Nobody has ever gone down on me like that.  Did you see that?
Brian - he took it all the way to the pubes, man!"

      "Told you he was good.  He's a natural born cocksucker if you ask me.
Hey, faggot - you got a video camera around here?"

      I was horrified, but also scared.  Brian already had a stack of
pictures of me that I couldn't afford to be seen.  I couldn't take the risk
of pissing him off.  "Yeah, it's in the bedroom."

      Brian got up and returned with the camera.  He casually picked up the
bong and handed it to Tim, who took another long drag.  I looked up long
enough to see a look of pure hatred on his face as he fiddled with the
video camera to get it started.  "You don't have to force him though - I
think he would probably work to get you off, even if you took your hands
away."

      "Is that right, faggot?  You want to get me off and swallow a mouth
full of jizz?  Go ahead man - take your time.  Make me feel good."

      I did want to make him feel good.  The smells coming off of his
crotch were driving me crazy and I started to work his cock like a maniac
in spite of the video camera.  I knew that I looking like a ten-dollar
whore at that moment, but I didn't care.  All I knew was that I wanted his
cum and I wanted it bad.

      Tim was determined to make me work for it though.  Several times
during the blowjob, he pulled me off his cock completely as Brian filmed me
begging to put it back in my mouth.  I'm not sure if it was the pot or the
beer, but it felt like I had been on my knees for hours before he tensed up
and I knew he was getting ready to shoot.

      "Shit, goddamnit fucking faggot!  Yeah, work that nut outta my balls.
Brian, you'd better get the camera ready - getting ready to hose this
fucker down good!"

      Brian moved quickly, and was barely in place when Tim grabbed me
roughly by the hair and pulled my face off his cock.  The glistening wet
piss slit was only inches from my face.  His cock was throbbing and pulsing
like crazy when he touched it with his hand to give it one last stroke.  I
was staring right into the slit when it erupted white, streaming right
towards my face.  Brian was aiming the video camera straight down on the
scene, capturing each blast as Tim basted my face with the thick fluid.
The first shot hit me directly between the eyes.  Tim's cum was thick,
white, and creamy, and shot out with unbelievable force.  I started to
groan as the second load coated my right cheek and ran down my chin.

      "Fuck!" screamed Brian "He's about to lose it!"

      Just then I felt him step on the rope that still connected my nuts to
my ankles, pulling them down sharply.  Damn!  He was going to keep me from
cumming again!  As I struggled with the pain in my balls, Tim unloaded
again - a hard shot that caught me right in the eye.  The cum burned my eye
but didn't hurt nearly as much as my nuts or my scalp, as Tim still had a
firm grasp on my hair.  I opened my mouth to scream and Tim took advantage
by unloading the next shot right into me.  "Mother FUCK! This is gonna be a
hot tape!" yelled Brian as he still stood above us filming my humiliation.
Tim then thrust his still spurting cock into my mouth and unloaded his
remaining juice right down my throat, holding me firmly onto him until he
was fully spent.

      "Shit that was awesome!"

      "Man, he's good at it - just like I said."  Brian stepped away from
the rope around my nuts just as Tim collapsed back onto the couch, pulling
my head with him, still stuffed with his cock.

      "That's right, faggot, nurse my cock now...get all that fucking cum
outta there."

      I left my mouth on his cock, while I felt it begin to shrink.  Brian
and Tim looked me over and laughed.

      "Alright, queer, I gotta go piss now."  Tim had started to pull me
off of him when Brian stopped him.

      "Dude, no reason to get up."

      A totally stoned and wicked smiled crossed Tim's face.  "You sure
man?  I ain't ever pissed in anybody's mouth before.

      "He took mine.  I think he'll take yours.  Besides, this is his
house.  He'll swallow it or else get piss all over his couch and living
room floor."  He was right.  I didn't really want to drink Tim's piss, but
I wasn't about to have it all over my couch and running around my floor.
It took him a few minutes to relax enough to start, and even then the first
few spurts were small.  I was beginning to think that it wouldn't be that
bad after all.  But just then, he relaxed enough to really get into the
flow.  My mouth was filling faster than I could swallow and some piss
started to run down my cheeks, out of my mouth and onto my throbbing cock.
I tried even harder to catch it all and did pretty well.  When he finally
pulled his limp dick out of my mouth, I had lost a lot less that I had
thought.  Looking down I saw that my own precum had made a much bigger mess
on my floor than Tim's spilt piss.

      "Damn, that was fucking awesome!  Thanks for sharing your pussyboy,
man!"

      "No problem, man.  Ricky, I think you should thank Tim for helping
you out with your curiosity tonight too."

      I knew better than to argue.  "Thank you, Tim."

      "For what, fagboy? - And look into the camera!"

      "For letting me suck you.  For letting me lick your feet and take you
cum."  Brian and Tim howled in laughter.  Brian quickly re-wound the
videotape and he and Tim sat on the couch and watched it through the LCD
view screen.  I could hear the tape but not see it.  They complemented me
on such a good job.  In a really weird way, I felt good that I had pleased
him.

      Tim and Brian returned to the couch and began to pass the bong back
and forth, even offering me some this time.  They even allowed me to drink
a beer, but would not let me get off the floor.  As I was attempting to
relax a bit, I realized that in my current state, my cock would not go down
tonight until I shot - but when would Brian allow me to?

RickyF@triad.rr.com