Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 13:36:37 EST
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: The Kid at the Bar, Part 6

The Kid at the Bar
Part 6

By Botpuppy@aol.com

I woke up thinking that I had experienced the most intense dream ever, but
no. Jack was asleep next to me, naked as I was, snoring gently on his back,
an arm resting on the pillow above his head. Being careful not to wake him, I
turned my head between an arm and a bicep, breathing in his odor again. I
wanted to get down between his legs and lick his balls and cock as a special
wake up call, but I decided that he might not like that. I had already
learned that he liked to call the shots and I was content to have things his
way

The alarm rang, and Steve was at the door. "Hey, lover man, get your ass
outta bed. We have practice early this morning, and if we're late, coach will
rip us both a new ass hole."
Jack slapped me on the ass and said, you heard the man, babe. He can be a
real pain in my ass sometime, but he's my roomie, what can I do? If he would
suck cock like you did, he'd be worth all the grief he gives me." "Yea,
Romeo, I'll suck your cock when you grow a pair of teats. Now get your ass in
gear, we have like 5 minutes."

"I got no time to shower, babe, but you can help yourself. And you might be
able to find a shirt of mine that fits if you wanna change." He was already
pulling on his jeans and slipping into a fresh tee. "Oh, and if you're
hungry, the restaurant is on the first floor, just sign 1510 and my name on
the tab. See around, babe, be good, from now on, consider yourself my bitch."
And with that he was off.

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Dick had left messages on my voice mail, but I ignored them. Today, I figured
I'd pay him a visit.

I parked in the driveway and rang the bell. "Mr. Collins, welcome Sir",
Parsons announced, and then with a confused and happy, tight little grin,
"Sorry Jack, please do come in, Mr. Hutchinson is expecting you in the den,
this way, please." As I followed him I put a clapped him on the shoulder in a
friendly way. "Way better, Parsons, we'll make an American outta you yet."

Hutchinson jumped up from the sofa, "Hi, Jack", then without asking, poured
two fingers of Black Jack and handed me a pack of smokes. I sat back on the
sofa and after a few minutes, "OK, you asked me to come over, what is it
now?" "I, well, I want to say I'm sorry about last time, here's a little gift
that I hope will make it up to you some". It was a gold Amex card. I decided
that I wouldn't thank him now because that would break up the mood I wanted
for this meeting. I pocketed the card and stared at him coldly.

"You're sorry huh? So show me how sorry you are. Get started, faggot, you
remember what to do", and extended my foot. He sank to his knees and began to
untie the laces, then pulled my sneaker off. "Hold on Dickey, I want you
naked for this, strip down." He kicked off his shoes, dropped his slacks and
took his shirt off. "I said naked, Mister Hutchinson", mocking his superior
manner with Parsons. Let's see that little dick of yours. He blushed but
hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled his boxers down. Actually he
was not bad in the dick department, and his cock stood straight out. "Yea,
like I thought, hard already, you been lookin forward to this", slipping back
to the way I spoke in my old life.

Much later, when I thought back on this episode, I wondered just what made me
want to treat him this way. He was a faggot and a cocksucker, yes, but that
never bothered me. I had just spent the night with Mark who was learning to
love cock pretty fast. I knew Dick was getting it on with some of the other
guys on the different teams. But I must have been his favorite, because as
far as I knew, he treated me even more lavishly than the others and the new
credit card was a close reminder of that.

I finally came to the conclusion that I was jealous of him. Not for all his
money.

No I was jealous because he once had a father. A real father who cared for
him, who made sure there was food on the table, who maybe played catch with
him, took him fishing and put a Band-Aid on a scraped knee. Sure, lots of
guys have fathers but it was his father who had befriended me and treated me
as he would have treated his own son.

But at that time, all I thought about was how to embarrass and humiliate his
natural son, and my dick was reminding me that I was getting off on it.

"So don't just stand there, faggot, you have a job to do", nodding to my
foot. This was a first for me, and my pits were getting damp again, both with
the thrill of exerting control over another man and the fear of being
rejected. In my case, rejected meant losing my scholarship, the jock dorm, my
car and now a credit card to use for whatever I wanted. At the time, I didn't
have any idea of what that credit card was going to be used for. I couldn't
think of a single thing that I needed, but that would change soon enough.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt Dick's lips kissing my foot, then
licking it. I settled back into the sofa and sipped the liquor, savoring the
fumes and another subjugation of another man. Some guys feel that getting
blowed is a real power trip but for me, this was as good as it got. A faggot
sucks cock because he wants to suck cock. Some day I must find out what's in
it for them. Only a few actually come to orgasm, like Mark did, from the
pleasure he gets from a hard dick in his mouth.

But kissing and licking a guy's foot? No way there can be any pleasure in
that. Even when he began to play with his dick, I refused him that.  I tend
to be aggressive in sex, but not abusive, and now I was allowing my jealousy
and deep rooted hared of my absentee father to alter my thinking and my
personality.

"That's enough, Dickie. Turn over, lay on your stomach." I kicked his legs
apart some more. His dick was positioned between his balls, just perfect for
what I planned. I traced his ass crack with my big toe, jabbing at the
entrance to his hole. " Open up faggot, spread your ass cheeks for me, I'm
going to fuck you with my toe. I hope you keep your pussy clean babe, because
if my toe comes out shitty, you're gonna suck it clean."

I had expected some resistance to this, but he reached back and spread his
ass lips. Can he really be getting into this? I knew there was no way my toe
could do any serious penetration, but I placed it his opening and forced it
as far as it would reach. To my surprise, my toe actually entered his anus, I
could feel his sphincter giving way to my pressure and then closing tight
around my toe. If I had been my cock head instead of my toe, his hole would
have reacted the same way.

And yeah, he was getting off on it; his dick was leaving no doubt about that.
He was hard when he dropped his briefs but now it was moist with his pre-
cum. I pulled my toe out, and rubbed the up and down the back of his dick,
then placed the sole of my foot on the back of his cock. It was hot to the
touch, and I could feel it throbbing. I slid my foot back and forth along the
length and saw his body tense up.

Then I put my foot on one of his balls and pressed down with just enough
pressure to make sure he felt a hint of pain. "How about I stamp down on your
balls, Dickey, do you think they would break open? Think of it, you wouldn't
have to worry about cumming your pants any more, save you a lotta dough and
cleaning bills, and Parsons and the maid would never know when you sucked
cock or jerked off."

Then I decided that was enough of that act. "Good boy, Dickie, now I'm gonna
let you suck my cock, come over here now. Crawl to me and this cock that you
love. Make love to it and it'll reward you with some fresh made ball cream.
And he did, getting up on all fours and crawling to where I sprawled on the
sofa. I stood up to drop my jeans and told him that he could pull them off so
he could do a good job, then flopped back down.

"OK boy, gimme a kiss, kiss my cock to show it you love it", and he reached
up with puckered lips to kiss the head and then the whole length of the
shaft. My dick was fully erect now, hard against my abs, and he began to lick
up and down as he had kissed it. "Lower faggot, lick and suck my balls now,
take 'em in your mouth and feel how they are busy making a load of sperm for
you.

I grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled them up tight against my chest as
I slouched down into the sofa so that my ass and hole were inches away from
his face. "Gimme another kiss, sweet lips", leaving no doubt that he was to
kiss my ass. He was a little slower this time, no doubt wondering if I had
been thorough with cleaning up after my last shit. But then I felt his lips
around my hole, then purse as he planted a kiss on the opening. "Make it a
hot french kiss, Dickie boy, lemme feel some tongue in my hole.

This was another first for me. As many times as I had guys slobbering on my
cock, I had never felt a guy's tongue in my ass, and it felt great. He must
have liked it too, because he really was getting into it, poking his tongue
in, trying to curl the sides of it tight together as he tried to get it in
deeper. I knew he wasn't going to wind up with a brown tongue, but he didn't
seem to care the way he kept going.

My cock was getting ready to explode, so I sat back upright, pulling my ass
away from him. "You did good, babe, you're gonna be one fine ass licker with
some more practice. But now it's time for some cock sucking. Go ahead,
faggot, show me that you can suck cock as good as you eat ass". No hesitation
this time, he sucked the head of my cock like he was a starving man at a
banquet, then sucked more of the shaft into his mouth. His lips and mouth
were slick with his saliva and my pre- cum and he was stroking his meat as he
sucked. I decided to let him beat off and cum.

As he sucked, I leaned back, took another sip of the whiskey, and lit up a
cigarette, watching him go at it. I wasn't going to last long after the way
his tongue in my ass hole had got me in the mood. I chuckled as he greedily
tried to deep throat me all the way down and gagged. He gagged but he didn't
back off. This queer was a first rate cock sucker, and didn't need any
coaxing. Then I exploded. A violent jet hit the back of his throat and made
him gag some more. Then he began to tremble as his dick let go too. For a
while, I thought I was going to set a record for delivering a cum load to a
sucker, and I wasn't finished yet.

I pulled my cock out of his mouth, and watched him lick his lips and swallow
the mouthful of spunk, then gave my cock a few strokes to deliver three more
spurts. The first landed on his forehead and two landed in his mouth. He had
opened his mouth quickly when he realized what I was doing and now he was
swallowing that too.

My dick was softening enough for me to shove it into my jeans and zipper up.
"You were a good boy today, Dickie. Remember to do what you're told and
you'll get lotsa my cock", groping myself as I opened the door to leave.
"Don't get up, I'll let myself out", and I closed the door with him still on
his knees.