Date: Wed, 08 Jul 2015 15:27:31 -0400
From: bistud_77@hushmail.com
Subject: High School Service Boy Part 1

High School Service Boy Part 1
By bistud77

Disclaimer: This story is totally fictional.  Any resemblance to
any persons alive or dead are completely coincidental.  This
contains sexually explicit fantasies about domination and
submission and teen sex.  If this type of story offends you, please
do not read it.

This story is made of real fantasies that I wanked off over when I
was in high school.


1.
I can't explain to you why it was happening.  I know there was a
series of events that led up to this.  But right now, in this
moment, that doesn't matter.  I don't care what happened before
this.  And I don't care what is going to happen after this.  All I
care about is pushing my tongue deeper into Joe's hot teen ass
hole.  I want to taste it.  I want to smell it.  I dig my thumbs
into the cheeks of his bubble butt to pull him open wider.  There
is nothing else I want to be doing.  I am his service boy.  I am
his personal ass licker.

I am 14 years old, thin, and what all the girls call "cute".
Everyone thinks I am straight.  Other than my grey-blue eyes,
everything about me is physically average.  Average height, average
looks, average cut dick.  But my eyes attract attention.  They are
piercing.  And behind my eyes is a very smart brain.  But right
now, that brain is on fire.  I am not so much smart, as I am in
heat, like a dog.  That's because my tongue is washing the rim of
Joe's ass.  And Joe is fucking hot.  He is smooth, muscular, and
all alpha male.

Joe is a southern Italian with brown hair and deep brown eyes.  His
body is perfect, probably because he is a soccer jock.  His
workouts have given him the perfect bubble butt.  He has broad
shoulders, narrow waste, and a sexy bulge.  His biceps are
developing nicely for a teenager.   I stare at him any chance I
get.

Joe is pretty much a jerk, but that only makes me more interested
in getting used by him.  He hangs out with other jocks so normally
he would not pay any attention to me.  But he likes to be serviced.
 So Joe is using me for the second time.  And he has said he will
let some of his friends use me too.  That thought excites me.
Which friends I wonder....  I will do anything he wants.  And he
knows it.

My tongue swirls around the dark rim of his perfect Italian ass.  I
am pretty sure I am the only one on Bus 49 who is willing to give a
rim job.  Who else would try to push the tip of his tongue past
another boy's anal ring and into his hot hole?  No one I know.

Bus 49 is my bus, it goes to the high school and the junior high
school every morning, and takes about 50 kids back to my suburban
neighborhood at the end of every school day.  On Bus 49, there is
one other closet fag who will provide blowjobs, but he is not much
competition for me.  I don't want them to kiss me.  I need to be
used.  I want them to use me then tell me to fuck off.  And, if one
of the guys wants his ass licked, I am the only choice.  And I like
it that way.

I can taste the tang of Joe's sweaty ass.  He has been in class all
day with his perfect cheeks encased in his tight jeans.  He has
been doing what high school sophomores do.  Getting a bit stressed
out in classes that are a little over his head.  Getting a bit
sweaty.  Getting a bit ripe.  You know the smell of teen stress.
What he needs is some relaxation.  What he needs it to be in
control of something.  I am perfect for those needs.  And mostly no
one would guess that I do this.  Not unless they were told.  That's
how Joe found out.  My girlfriend told him.

You see, I am not really gay, I am a submissive bisexual.  I really
don't know how I got wired this way, but I am and I accept it.
What gets me off is being used, being degraded, being humiliated,
defiled, and made to do nasty stuff.  When that happens, my head
swims.  I go into heat.  Then later, when I am by myself, I will
wank off thinking about it and I will cum so hard that nothing else
in life matters.  I am addicted to it.  I am addicted to being a
service boy for dominant guys in my school.  And now, word is
starting to get around.  But that's later.  I am really focused on
now.

So here I am with my tongue pressed into Joe's sweaty teen boy
hole.  He sneers at me, "That's pretty good faggot.  Let's see if
you can get in deeper.  Taste me inside."  That command makes my
eyes glaze over.  I am sweating wildly.  My mouth is drooling.  I
use my thumbs to gently pull his hole open just a little bit, just
far enough to let me slide my tongue into the hot interior.  I hold
it there tasting him.  I wish I could spend the rest of my life
just like this.

But soon, Joe starts to turn over; he is ready to get sucked off.
This session has nothing to do with what I want.  So what if I am
not done tasting his ass?  My job is to serve.  He knows it.  And I
know it.  So, he pushes my head towards his bare cock and balls.  I
start by licking his nut sack.  I can taste his musk.  The smell is
intoxicating.  I would recognize it again anywhere.  It is Joe's
alpha scent.  And I am his.  "Get on my cock faggot, I don't have
all day."

So I start to suck his cock.  Gently.  Like I am worshiping it.
But Joe has other ideas and I feel his hands on either side of my
head.  He holds my head still and starts thrusting up with his
throbbing cock.  It is about 7 inches long, chubby, and uncut.
Totally sexy.  And he is face fucking me with it.  I let him use
me.  I hold still while he gets off using my mouth and sometimes
the back of my throat.  That makes me gag, but he doesn't care.
This isn't about me.  After about five minutes of steady face
fucking I sense that his cock is getting harder and his thrusts are
getting more urgent.  He has me by the hair now.  "Fuck, fuck,
FUCK!"  I hear above me.

I concentrate on not letting my teeth touch his madly thrusting
shaft.  Then without any warning he starts blowing his ball juice
into my mouth.  There is a lot of it.  He probably has not cum in
several days.  So I take it all.  I almost choke, but still very
little escapes my lips.  Then just as the last drop falls out of
the pee slit onto my tongue, I hear him say.  "OK faggot.  Get the
fuck out of here.  Check in with me when you get off the bus
tomorrow, I will let you know when I want to use you again."

And that was it.  I was walking out of his bedroom, into his empty
house.  Out the back door, around the side, across the road, and
then to my house.  I still taste him.  I can smell his cum.  And I
remember the taste of his ass.  I am actually dizzy.  The pleasure
for me is in some strange way totally intense even though I haven't
touched my dick.  I race to my bedroom, close the door, and wank
off furiously.  I make it last as long as I can.  Then I cum while
thinking about which of his friends he is going to tell about me.
I hope it is the whole soccer team......

End part 1.
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