Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2016 12:59:34 -0500 From: Dan Bailey Subject: Faggot Delivery Boy-Part 4 I've been terribly bad for forgetting to add this in my earlier posts: please donate to Nifty guys! You know these lovely people have helped you get off more than any girlfriend, take em out some place nice. After a bit he turned the lights out and it was pitch black again for the first time since Chris had come in the room. I had no idea what time it was but I knew it was late. But it was so hot feeling Jack in the dark and when I felt him moving his dick down to my ass I reached down and guided him in me. He fucked me a long time just in that position and we never stopped making out. When he came he moaned in my mouth. He stayed in me till his dick was soft and I was about to fall asleep before he slowly pulled out, snuggled behind me, and held me. I remembered Nick's snores for the first time in awhile, and kinda laughed as I fell asleep. ________________________________________ It was like I died until I half woke up to my head thumping and people talking. I didn't feel Jack any more and heard people moving around and talking in whispers. My room gets a lot of sunlight in the morning, and when I tried to open my eyes I was so hungover it hurt. I just shut my eyes tight and put my head deep in the pillow and immediately fell back asleep. When I woke up Nick was still lightly snoring, and my headache had become just a light dull throb. It's hard to describe that kinda gross grogginess you have the morning after a night of hard drinking and fucking. It was just like I was slowly remembering and realizing a thousand little things at once. My hair felt sticky pushing against my face on the pillow. I could smell piss and cum and sweat on me and sex on the sheets. The memory of everything that happened the night before took over then, and I just couldn't move or think except about what had happened. And then I realized that Jack wasn't holding me and I turned my face over to look for him. Again the light just assaulted my eyes and I squinted as I saw that there was nobody between me and the door. I'm not sure what I was feeling at that point because I was still throwing off the hangover, but eventually I realized my ass felt more than used. I slowly brought my arm down to my ass, my aching head just loving how cool and soft the sheets felt, and when I touched at my hole I felt my little butt plug in me. I'd gotten it as a gag gift from a friend--they picked it up for $10 when they got me a Fallout shirt from Spencers. I'd only used it a couple times, but I kept it hidden with some jock straps under my underwear and socks in my top drawer. I remembered I'd definitely told Jack about it at some point. It was so small I barely even noticed it. Actually I felt the cum that was still in me more so I left it in not to make a mess. Finally I forced myself to get my shit together and sit up, which made my head spin a little. I looked over at nick who'd mangled all the sheets and comforters on his bed into a cocoon for about half his naked body while his face was snoring against the pillow. Seeing just bits of his body like that was really sexy for some reason. Then I went to reach for the seltzer when I realized one of my jock straps was on top of it. Right next to it was a glass of water a bottle of advil and a little bowl and bic. Somebody had taken one of the post it notes my grandma kept on the fridge and wrote on it "Whoever's up first, save some". So I had some of the water and advil and just kinda let it settle in my stomach. I was about to grab the bowl when I figured I should look for my phone. I grabbed it from my pants pocket beside the bed (somebody had also taken the trashcan I'd booted in away) and saw that I had a text from Jack 10 minutes ago. "Hey Danny just went out to pick up some cigs donuts and coffee, should be back soon if not already." I set the phone down and just laid my head back on the pillow, letting the water and advil do their work and I stared at the ceiling just taking in all the sensations I remembered from last night and still felt on and in me this morning. At some point I reached for the bowl and light, and when I sparked it Nick kinda choked on a snore and started moving. I took a long hit and it felt like my headache was blown away in a euphoric blaze. Nick started moaning like not quite dead roadkill as he curled into a ball pulling the blankets up over his head. I sparked the bowl again. "Just kill me, dude." I laughed as I exhaled and started coughing. Nick pulled himself up and slapped his cheek a couple times before leaning across to my bed reaching out. "Let me have some, Danny, like there's a fuckin jackhammer in my skull." I gave it to him and he barely got a breath in before he was coughing. He just struggled through it and got a couple hits in before setting it down and just coughing himself back into a ball. I grabbed a couple advil and reached over with them and the water, "this'll help too man." He took the advil and coughed a little more on the water. He laid down parallel to me and took his other pillow, put it on his face and groaned. "What a night, man." He mumbled through the pillow. "Yeah," I said after a little bit. Nick didn't reply though, he just started breathing evenly and then was back to snoring but at least muffled under the pillow. I felt like I could go back to sleep too but I knew I should wake up. I rubbed my eyes and swung my legs off the bed. When I stood up I felt how bad I needed to use the bathroom, so I grabbed a towel and went right into the master bathroom in my grandparents room, hearing the tv in the living room as I did. I went to the toilet and took out the tiny plug, and feeling it come out did turn me on a bit. The aftermath of 3 loads in my ass a little less so, but it was still pretty hot knowing just how much they shot in me. I went to the sink and finally looked at myself in the mirror. The big thing was my hair. I can get pretty bad bedhead, but this was next level--sticking in almost every direction, with my bangs clumped together with cum. I washed my face with cold water, then brushed my teeth. My mouth felt gross--not even because of aftertaste of cum and piss, but I'd fallen asleep with my mouth open at some point and just felt like a dry swamp. Made me feel like a brand new guy by the time I had brushed my teeth clean and gargled some mouth wash. I saw the butt plug where I left it on the sink and washed and dried it. As I turned it in my hands I started getting chubbed, and after I set it back down I looked under the sink. My grandparents and gotten a costco tub of disposable women's razors for everybody that visited the shore, and I'd used them to clean up or shave my pubes. I grabbed one and made for the large open standing shower behind its frosted glass doors. I got the shower hot and just kinda stood in it for what must've been at least ten minutes. It felt amazing. After I was drenched and steamed for a bit I grabbed some shampoo and started cleaning out my hair. The showers pretty big, and just out of line of the water there's a little bench. I pick up the razor and shaving cream from the bench and start shaving my pubes and balls till they were totally smooth. Then I reached around to my ass and felt the little bit of hair along my crack. I put a leg up on the bench and lathered my ass. I was just awkwardly reaching around to continue shaving when I heard a knock at the door and then it open. "Mind if I join you dude?" Chris' voiced bounced around the tiled walls and I froze. I watched his silhouette coming closer through the glass, and how he kicked off his boxers as he did. He opened the shower door and he filled the doorway. I was still standing with my leg on the bench and my arm reaching around to shave my ass, but I couldn't move I could only look at him. He was ripped, with a broad hairy chest that ran lighter all the way down to his plump soft dick and big bush of pubes. When he saw me he gave me that predator stare he'd done all last night. "Need some help shaving that pussy, Danny?" I was scared again, remembering how aggressive he'd been last night. When I went to move and bring my leg down he came in closing the door and grabbed my leg on the bench with one hand and my hip in the other as he grinded his dick against my ass. He didn't hold onto me hard, just firm. "You'll miss some on your own Danny," he said, his dick getting hard, rubbing the shaving cream between my cheeks like lube. He let go of my hip and held out his hand from behind me, "Razor." I gave it to him almost shaking. Then he let go, kneeled down behind me and with one hand spread my ass cheeks apart and shaved with the other hand. I was rock hard the whole time. Probably a minute later he tossed the razor on the bench, spread my cheeks with both hands then gave them a slap. "Smooth as your sister's cunt," he laughed and stood up. He grabbed me by the waste and brought me under the shower head at arms distance, then he groped my ass as he rinsed off the rest of the shaving cream. Then he pulled me out, and held his arms around my arms and chest with his dick rubbing up between my cheeks. He moved a hand down and felt my smooth boner and balls. "Trying to get sexy for me faggot?" he hissed in my ear while he held me tight. He'd gotten pretty wet from holding me, but it was hot that he was mostly dry while I was soaking wet, and I could feel and see the beads of sweat on him from him standing in the steam. I didn't know what to say and I definitely didn't want to say I was actually thinking of Jack when I did it. But I was really turned on and remembered how he'd made me cum from fucking me and how Jack called him his brother. So I just grinded my ass back against his dick. That made him growl in my ear. He wrapped my dick and balls between his thumb and forefinger and held them tight. "So why you tattle on me, Danny?" I was confused but still so turned on, "what do you mean?" He yanked at my balls a bit and I gave a little yelp--it hurt me less than it surprised me. "You know what I mean, faggot," and he let go of his grip and started rubbing my balls in his hand. "So I treat you like just some bitch, huh?" he spit out the bitch in my ear and cupped my balls hard in his hand. He sat on the bench and pulled me into his lap and I could feel the whole length of his shaft glide across my hole. He put one of his hands around my throat and pulled me against him. "Well?" I was kinda terrified but I knew I shouldn't lie, "yes," I whispered. He laughed. "I mean, it's not like you're wrong, Danny," he said. "Cause I know you're a bitch, and I know hot to treat a bitch." His hand left my throat and traveled rough across my body down between my legs till his fingers groped my ass and taint and he started sliding his middle finger up to the first knuckle in my smooth hole. "You got Jack angry at me, though," he started fingering me more deeply and he brought his other arm around me almost in a chokehold but just holding me up tight against him. I could smell his pits as his muscular arms locked me down. "Wanna know what he told me this morning?" I nodded into his arm as I gasped when he put another finger in my ass. "He told me, `Don't you *ever* treat Danny like some bitch,' so I said, `What, are you saying that cockhungry little faggot isn't a bitch?' And you know what he said next? `No, but he's *my* bitch.'" I didn't know how to respond and it didn't matter because I started whimpering as he started finger fucking me faster. "And he was right, I should've been sweeter to my best bro's bitch," he slid me off of him and I landed on the floor on my butt. The he manhandled me till I was on all fours with my ass up to him on the bench. He groped my cheeks a bit pulling em apart looking at my hole, jiggling them and slapping them, then he opened them up and his tongue went right for my hole. I didn't realize just how big his tongue was until he kissed me after he rimmed me and basically could box my tonsils, but holy fuck that was a hot rim job. His tongue was so long he could really fuck me with it and when he got it as deep as he could and swirled it around it was like my hole was having an orgasm. He'd kiss and lick around the outside too and sometimes bite my cheeks. It felt so hot feeling his tongue slide over my freshly shaved skin and I started to love how hard he was slapping my ass and the light sting it left. Then he pulled back. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked my ass still in his hands. "Fuck yes" I moaned on the floor and he stood up and teased my hole with the head of his dick and just starting to push in. When i started moaning he pulled back and slapped my ass with his dick. "Too bad," he laughed and walked to the shower. He let his head get wet and then looked down at me still on the floor. "Come clean me off, babe," he laughed. So I got up and stood near him, just staring at his hard beefy body. he stood back from the stream and leaned against the wall, staring at me. I wanted to touch him and get him soapy and slippery under my hands, but I was disappointed he didn't want to fuck me after he spent all that time eating me out. "Why aren't you fucking me?" He kept that cold stare on me and curled his finger for me to come to him. I did and he put his hands on both my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. Then he slapped my face with his hand, hard enough for my eyes to tear up. "Don't ask me that, it makes you sound like a slut." I rubbed my cheek and looked up past his hard dick to harder eyes. He leaned back again. He could really fucking frighten me, but god he looked sexy and it was getting me so hard trying not to get him angry. "Worship me bitch, I know you want to." And I did. When I reached up and touched his pecs and then his arms and down to his legs I just felt so tiny and weak. I stood up and started kissing his body then and I know the whole time I worshiped him he stared at me but he never made a sound. When I got near his shoulder he raised his arm behind his head, "Get in there." Honestly I've had a thing for armpits since some of my friends in elementary school were showing off their first bits of hair there. I'd tried to kiss near them before but never gone all in. Soon as my face got near his pit though Chris grabbed the back of my head and held me into it tight. I immediately dug my nose deep into his pits and just took in his musky sharp man scent and inhaled loud and deep. "Taste it," he said flatly, and my tongue was lapping and sucking at his pit right away, savoring the taste. He pushed me back down to my knees grabbed my hair and impaled my mouth on his dick. He started fucking my face really hard, and making me gag. At some point he made me gag and my hands went up to his legs to push him away but he just held my head down harder and when he pulled out to me coughing up a big bit of spit and phlegm he slapped my face even harder than the last time. "I don't care how much my bro likes you, bitch, do not fight me." And before I could even say anything his dick was back in my throat and i was gagging but I left my hands at my side as I struggled to take his dick. When he got close he stopped long dicking my mouth and basically just fucked my throat as I gagged. He pushed me against the shower door, and pulled out just in time to spray my face with 4 or 5 ropes of his thick cum. When he finished he pushed the door open behind me and I fell on my back out of the shower. "Don't wipe it off bitch, I want Jack seeing it." I pulled myself to my feet as he shut the shower door to finish cleaning himself off. I could feel his jizz all over my face and in my hair and it was starting to drip with all the water. I grabbed a towel trying as hard as I could only to dry the back and where Chris' cum didn't get, then my body and neck. I looked in the mirror and my face was just covered in thick white jizz. There was a drop on my nose that was about to fall off and I stuck out my tongue and caught it. I thought I looked sexy as fuck doing that. I wiped a little jizz from my cheek and grabbed the little butt plug. I lubed it up and put it back in my ass. Since Chris hadn't mentioned it I figured Jack must've been the one to put it in me, and I wanted him to find it in me later. I got used to walking with the plug as I went back to my room. I grabbed the black and nylon green jock strap Jack must've put on the nightstand and put it on. My dick was so hard I had to work to pack it away. Then I put on my lightest comfiest pair of basketball shorts and pulled em down just enough that the top of my jock was showing. I didn't want to risk getting jizz all over a shirt, so that was all I put on when I went to the empty living room. I could hear the shower still going and Nick snoring, so I went out on the porch, figuring nobody'd be able to notice my face from that far up. It was a fucking beautiful spring day (it was about 12:30) and I loved feeling the ocean breeze. I grabbed one of the last cigs from a pack on the table, and leaned on the railing, just loving the sun beating against my skin as I inhaled past the cum that was falling to my lips. I heard a dog whistle bout halfway down the block, and I saw Jack grinning at me while he was walking with a box of donuts and coffee.