Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2016 02:15:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Local Service part 11

Local Service
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

Part 11

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The next morning I got an email from Chad.  It was short and to the point:

 -- Did you learn your lesson, bitch?  Next time, just get on your knees,
suck my dick, and shut the fuck up.  If there is a next time.

That "if" made my heart start to pound.  Was he serious?  The prospect of
not getting to suck off that stud anymore was too horrible to contemplate.
I resolved then and there to be his completely compliant, quiet cocksucker
from now on. I wrote back a one sentence email promising to always do what
he asked in the future.

And then I waited.  For the text that would summon me down to his apartment
and down to my knees.  It didn't come, as the days started to slip by.  I
began to worry maybe his threat had been serious.  Considered texting him
myself, but thought better of it.  It was, as always, up to Chad.

One Saturday afternoon more than a week later I was going stir crazy in my
apartment, wondering if he might text me for a midday blow job, or to set
up something for later that night.  Finally I'd had enough of the waiting
and made arrangements with my friend Patrick to grab a bite in a diner a
few blocks away.  I needed to get out.

And it was what I needed, a pleasant lunch catching up with a friend I
hadn't seen in a few weeks.  Patrick and I enjoyed a leisurely meal, and
were about halfway through lunch when I saw Chad enter the restaurant.  I
looked over but it didn't look like he had seen me, as the hostess seated
him and another guy in a booth behind us on the other side of the
restaurant.  Or at least he didn't acknowledge me if he had seen me.  The
guy he was with was another hottie: curly dark hair, caramel skin, and pecs
that strained the front of his T-shirt.  Once they were seated they were
out of my line of vision, back behind me on the other side of the
restaurant.

I tried to nonchalantly swivel my head to check them out without triggering
Patrick's attention.  Chad was in the booth facing the other way, so that
he couldn't see me, and his friend was looking down at the menu, didn't
notice me looking over.

Patrick, however, picked up on it.  "See something you like?"

"Oh, uh, no," I stammered.  "That guy lives in my building, that's all."

"Which one?  The hot one, or the other hot one?"

"Yeah, right?  The one facing away from us."

Patrick kind of craned his neck to look past me towards their booth.
"Well, aren't you the lucky tenant?"

I thought for a second of telling Patrick about me and Chad, but he picked
up our conversation where it had left off and then the moment was over, so
I didn't.  About 5 minutes later my phone started buzzing.  A frenzy of
buzzes seconds apart.  I pulled out my phone.  Chad had sent me several
short texts, one right after the next:

- Yes, faggot, I saw you - Go to the mens room - Get in the last stall -
Wait

Holy crap.  Was he serious?  The idea of blowing him in the men's room was
kind of hot, but maybe a little too dangerous for my tastes.  I started to
sweat.  Should I do it?

I pushed my chair back.  "I'll be back in a couple," I said to Patrick.

"Sure, no prob," he said and picked up his phone.

I had to pass Chad's booth to get to the restroom.  I just strode past, not
pausing or looking at him.  His friend was laughing at something Chad had
just said.

The men's room was empty, mercifully, though I worried if it would stay
that way.  There was three stalls, and I slipped into the last one, put the
toilet seat down and sat.  I glanced around, at least the stall was pretty
clean.  I rubbed the front of my jeans thinking about Chad coming in and
getting his big, delicious cock back in my mouth after so long.

A couple of long minutes went by.  Maybe he was playing a joke on me, and
was going to make me sit there in a stall like an idiot while he laughed
about it at his table.  I thought about leaving.  But if it wasn't a prank,
and he was planning on coming in, then I didn't want to piss him off and
risk him cutting me off for good.  How long should I stay here?  Patrick
would probably start to wonder.  I resolved to give it another five
minutes.  I closed my eyes and tried to picture his chest.  Rubbed my
crotch through my jeans.  Got hard.

Finally I heard the door swing open.  I started to sweat more.  Very quiet
steps, approaching, but then not.  Then I couldn't hear anything.  What was
he doing?  The silence was broken by the sound of a loud stream of water,
someone pissing in a urinal.  I guess it wasn't Chad after all.  Then the
sound stopped, and in a moment two tennis shoes appeared at the base of the
stall door.  There was a sharp knock.  I held my breath and reached over to
open the stall door.

It wasn't Chad.  It was his friend.  The friend stepped in and smirked at
me.  "So I guess Chad wasn't bullshitting me after all.  You want to suck
my cock?"

"What?" I said nervously.

The guy stepped all the way in to the stall, closed the door behind him.
"He told me if I came down here there would be a cocksucker waiting in the
last stall to blow me.  So that's you, right?"  I stared at him, stunned.
"You're the cocksucker?"

I think I nodded.  I looked up at the guy.  He had a very fit body, evident
from his T-shirt and jeans, though a rather plain face.  Not exactly model
material, but he did have a pretty studly bod.

"So, are you gonna blow me or not?"

Not exactly what I had expected to happen that morning when I called
Patrick and asked to meet for lunch -- that I'd be in a bathroom stall with
some strange hunk waiting for me to suck him off.  Then again, not exactly
a bad situation to be in either.  And I didn't want to disappoint Chad,
have this guy go back to the table and tell him I hadn't done it.  I
resolved to give this guy the best--and fastest--blow job I could manage.

I leaned forward and undid the guy's jeans, and he quickly assisted once he
saw I was going to do it.  He pulled his cock out and immediately put it
between my lips.  I tasted a drop of piss (I guess he had been the one at
the urinal) but then he started to bone up right away.  I looked up at him
and started to suck his dick.

I tried not to think about what would happen if someone came in, and
focused my attention entirely on getting him off.  I pulled his cock in and
out of my mouth, getting it wet and hard, and sucking him good.  After a
quick minute, he grabbed my long hair and pulled on it.  "The angle's not
good, get down on your knees," he said.

I looked down at the floor.  It didn't look that dirty but I debated it.
He pushed me hard, "Get down there, bitch.  On your knees."  In a second I
was kneeling on the floor, and he started to bang his cock hard in and out
of my mouth.  "Look up at me."  I pulled off and turned my head towards
him.  "No, keep sucking," he said and pushed his dick back in my mouth
roughly.  I rolled my eyes to look up at him.  His muscular torso loomed
large over me, and he started down at me with an intense but bemused
expression.  Like he couldn't quite believe this was happening.

He put both hands on the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth like
crazy.  "Take that fucking dick," he said.  His hips were a blur as my
forehead kept banging against his waist.  He was not messing around.  Then
he pulled my head partially off, and grabbed his dick with one hand.  I
started to pull off the rest of the way, thinking he was going to come, but
with his other hand he pushed my head back down.  "No. Suck that cock,
bitch." he said.

I was sucking half his dick, in and out, while he jerked the other half.
He was jerking it real fast, and his fist banged hard against my face as he
kept thrusting his cock hard in and out of my mouth.  I sucked it with
everything I had.  I thought this might only last a few seconds, but it
seemed to go on forever, and the feeling of his fist smashing into my face
was intense.  Finally he let go of his dick and put his hand on the back of
my neck.  His cock plunged all the way in, and I felt it pulsing in my
throat.  He was shooting hard.  I couldn't breathe, tried to pull back a
little, but his firm hand on my neck wouldn't let me slide out even an
inch.  "Swallow it," he said breathlessly.  I did, though it's not like a
had a choice with his dick all the way down my throat.

Eventually his hand loosened on my neck, and he stepped back and his cock
slid out.  "Fuck," he said quietly.  He cock was hanging in front of me,
glistening.  This was the first time I'd really gotten a good look at it,
and it was a beauty.  He rubbed it against my face and my hair to clean
off.  "Not bad, bitch," he said, smirking at me.  Then he walked out.

I tried to regain my composure and sped out of there.  I couldn't quite
believe my luck that no one had come in.  On the way back to my table I had
to pass by Chad and looked at him, searching his face for a sign
of...something, I don't know what.  But didn't meet my gaze, and I just
went back to my table.

Patrick looked at me strangely.  "You alright?  You were gone forever."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said softly.  I hoped there wasn't any cum visible on
me anywhere.  I was hardly prepared to explain how I had just gone to suck
off some random guy in the men's room.

*****

It was after midnight that same night when I was startled by loud knocking
on my apartment door.  I opened the door to see Chad leaning in to my door
frame.  He put his meaty hands on my shoulders and pushed down and back as
he simultaneously pressed forward and into the apartment.  In a second I
was on my knees and he was pushing his crotch into my face.  It felt like
his dick was already partially hard under his jeans.

"Take it out and suck it," he hissed.

I reached up and undid his jeans, pulled down his underwear slightly.  His
cock burst into the space before me, and I leaned in to take it in my
mouth.  "Hands behind your back," he barked at me, and I quickly complied.
Chad started a quick fuck motion, as I sucked his dick and worked to get it
nice and wet.  I could see light spilling in from the hallway, and I
reached around his legs for the door to swing it closed, but he kicked my
arm back.  I faced a split-second decision: disobey him and shut the door,
or risk one of my neighbors seeing my on my knees getting face-fucked.

I returned my arm to behind my back.  I thought about the "if" from the
email, and figured it was after midnight so little chance someone would
come by.  And from the way Chad started off half-hard and was fucking my
mouth like crazy, this didn't seem like it would last long.  I did my best
to lick and suck his cock as he powered it into and out of my mouth and
throat with ferocious speed.  I glanced up at him, his eyes were closed and
he had a faraway look on his face.  Probably thinking about fucking some
girl's pussy instead of my mouth.  He was definitely fucking my mouth like
a pussy.

In just a couple of minutes I felt the telltale signs that his orgasm was
approaching.  He started breathing heavier.  He grabbed my hair roughly
with one hand, pulled my face off him and turned my head so I was looking
up at him.  He grabbed his dick with the other hand.  Now his eyes were
wide open, he was staring down at me with a lustful sneer.  "Get ready,
faggot," he whispered.  He pointed his dick right at my face.  I saw the
head of his dick throbbing inches from my eyes, and in the background his
studly chest and handsome face staring down at me.

The cum shot out all at once, quietly.  The first shot was a big glob that
landed right on my nose and lips.  Then two more shots, big ones that
landed in long strands across my face, from my temples down my cheeks.  A
few more, smaller shots, that hit my forehead and went into my hair.  It
must have been a while since his last orgasm, because it was a huge cumshot
that left my face and hair a gooey mess.

"Clean it off," Chad ordered, and I licked the sticky residue from his
dick.  Two of his fingers were kind of slimy so he made me lick them clean
also, and then dried them on my shirt.  He buckled himself back up and
stepped back.  "Jesus, cocksucker, you are fucking covered in my sperm," he
said laughing.  "Don't wipe it off.  I want you to spend the whole night
with my cum on your face.  Okay?"

"Yes, Chad.  I will.  Thank you."

"You're welcome, fag." Chad took off.  I stayed on my knees a few seconds
longer, the cum settling.  Then I leaned forward and closed the door.  I
tilted my head back so that Chad's cum wouldn't run off my face, so that it
would harden in place.  I licked some of it off my lips, but left the big
glob under my nose all alone.  It smelled strong and fantastic.  My cock
was super stiff, and I considered whipping it out and jerking off, but
decided if I was going to sleep all night with Chad's cum on my face, I'd
rather not cum just yet myself.

I woke up late the next morning, my face and hair crusty from Chad's cum.
I looked at myself in the mirror, but you couldn't really see it anymore.
I could still tell that it was there, could feel it hardened onto my face.
I pulled out my cock and started to jerk myself, thinking about the two
blow jobs I'd given yesterday.  A very good day in my book.

My phone rang in the other room.  It was Chad; very unusual, he never
called me when he wanted a blow job, he always just texted me.  "Hello?" I
said.

"Hey, faggot."

"Good morning, Chad."

"Still got my cum on your face?"

"I do, actually.  Thank you for letting me sleep with your cum on my face."

He chuckled.  "Yeah, you're welcome bitch.  Listen, that blow job last
night..."

"Yes?"

"Kinda dull."

"Oh," I said, startled and worried.  "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you should be.  Listen, I was thinking.  You remember two weeks ago
when you and that other cocksucker were here?"

"Yes."

"I want to do that again," Chad said.  "That was pretty fun.  So I wanna do
it again."

"Okay," I said.

"This Friday night.  I want you to bring another cocksucker with you.  Be
here at 9:00."

"Um, okay, Chad.  Where do I find someone?  Do you have that other guy's
number?"

"No, forget him.  Just find another cocksucker.  This town has to be full
of fags like you that would kill for the chance to suck my dick."

That was undoubtedly true, but still.  "How do I find someone?"

"Christ, you are such a dumb bitch.  Figure it out.  Ever heard of the
internet?  Don't bother me with this shit.  Be here Friday at nine, don't
come alone, and make sure you find a good cocksucker to service me."

He hung up.  How was I going to manage this?  I didn't really want to,
because I wanted Chad all to myself.  But if that was what he wanted I
resolved to find someone to bring with me.  Plus, I didn't want him finding
someone on his own that he might replace me with if he really was getting
bored with me.

I thought about asking one of my friends and immediately tossed out that
idea.  They were all normal gay guys who wouldn't put up with some asshole
bossing them around and dominating them and calling them names.  So I spent
the afternoon carefully crafting an ad for craigslist, and posted it early
that evening.  It read:

- Seeking submissive cocksucker to join me in servicing my straight alpha
stud this Friday night.  You must love to suck dick (and be good at it).
Must be into foot worship and being ordered around.  Your dick stays in
your pants.  Oral only.  My guy wants to be pleasured by two cocksuckers at
the same time.  He is a total stud with an amazing body and cock.  You
won't be disappointed.

The replies started coming in almost immediately. Half of them were from
people who obviously didn't pay attention to the ad and wanted to come over
right now and suck my dick or have me fuck them.  But I replied to the ones
that seemed like possibilities, insisting on a photo and a phone number so
I could discuss things first.  I wanted to make sure I found someone who
Chad would like.

I had it narrowed down to a few possibilities, and after several emails
exchanged with one guy named Jay he seemed like a good choice so I called
him to discuss.  "Hi, Jay, this is Derek, from the ad."

"Hi Derek."

"Listen, I just want to go over a little more what would happen on Friday
night and make sure you understand and would want to do it."

"Okay, go ahead."

"So the first thing is, my guy really is straight.  He doesn't want to have
anything to do with your dick, doesn't even want to see it."

"Yeah, right.  I've met my share of 'straight' guys like that."

"No, I'm serious.  He really is.  Look, if you think he's going to do
anything to you we should just forget this."

"No, no," Jay broke in.  "It's cool.  I get it.  We're just there to
service him.  That's fine.  I love blowing hot guys."

"Okay, another thing is that he insists on calling all the shots.  He will
expect you to do what he tells you, and he'll probably call you names.
He's very dominant.  Also you have to be into feet.  That's important."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it.  Feet are okay.  We're cool, don't worry about it."

I wasn't quite sure this guy was getting it, so it was time to make things
very explicit.  "I just want to make sure you're not going to freak out if
he pushes you down onto the floor, calls you a faggot, and steps on your
face."

"Is that what he does to you?"

"Sometimes," I answered.  "He's kind of unpredictable."

"I can take it, I'm a big boy.  Never done it, but it sounds kind of hot."

I insisted on meeting Jay to make sure his physical appearance would be
satisfactory to Chad.  Not that I think Chad cared all that much what his
cocksucker looked like, but I had a feeling if I showed up with an old,
ugly guy he wouldn't be happy.

"Christ," Jay said.  "Lot of fucking trouble for a hook-up."

"I know," I replied.  "But trust me, he's that hot.  It's worth it."

"He better be," Jay answered.  "Or I'll be the one pushing you to the
ground and stepping on your face."

We met the next afternoon.  Jay turned out to be around my age, had a very
trim and fit body.  Not a jock, but in shape with smallish but well-toned
muscles.  He had sort of a pretty face, clean-shaven and pale.  Everything
seemed in order, we chatted just for a few minutes.  Once we had the
particulars out of the way it seemed strange to keep chatting, so he agreed
to be at my apartment at 8:45 that Friday night and we parted.

I was a bundle of nervous energy all week, simultaneously excited for and
dreading the Friday night.  The last time this had happened, Chad may have
had the time of his life, but for me it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.
I remembered quite clearly the other guy being allowed to lick Chad's
chest, and how I had felt when Chad had denied me the same experience.  I
hoped this time might be different, and I would be the one Chad favored.
And I certainly hoped this Jay guy wouldn't fuck it up for me.

There were no texts from Chad all week.  I expected him to check in and see
if I had found someone, but in typical Chad fashion he didn't bother to,
presumably assuming because he had told me to do it, I had done it.  Friday
night rolled around and I changed into an old T-shirt and pair of jeans.  I
was just pulling on my tennis shoes when Jay arrived, right on time.  That
at least was a good sign.

He walked in wearing a basketball jersey and sweatpants.  "Hey, what's up?"

"Hi," I said.  "Are you sure you're ready for this?  Remember, Chad calls
the shots.  Don't expect any kind of reciprocation whatsoever.  Your dick
stays in your pants."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it.  What the fuck, you're like my mother with the
nagging.  But I'll tell you right now, no bareback or I'm walking out of
there."

"Bareback?  What are you talking about?  I told you, he only uses guys for
oral.  He's not into fucking."

"If you say so," Jay said half-heartedly.  I was starting to worry maybe
this guy would not be a good match.  "Well, are we going?"

"It's only quarter of," I replied.  "We have to wait until it's 9:00."

He gave me an irritated look.  "Whatever."

At exactly 9:00 I knocked on Chad's door.  He opened it looking as hot as
ever.  His hair was wet, so I guessed he had just gone to the gym and
showered.  Which made his pecs and arms seem even larger and more toned
than in their usual state.  He was wearing a tight yellow T-shirt that
hugged his biceps, loose fitting jeans, and sneakers.

"Hi, I'm Jay," Jay said and thrust out his hand.  Chad just spun around and
walked into the apartment.  Jay turned to me and gave me a "what the fuck?"
look.  I scowled and shook my head at him.  "Well, at least he's hot," Jay
said under his breath.

Chad threw himself down on the couch.  "Why don't you two bitches get over
here and get down on your knees?"  He took a swig of beer.

We walked over to the couch and I immediately dropped to my knees.  Jay
stood there for a moment.  Chad snapped his fingers and pointed at the
floor.  "Hit your knees.  Now."  Jay slowly knelt next to me.  I was
getting a bad feeling about this.

Chad leaned forward and grabbed Jay's face in his big hand.  "You're quite
the prettyboy.  So, you like to suck cock, huh?"  Jay didn't respond, and
Chad gave him a light slap.  "Answer me when I ask you a question."

"Yes," Jay said.

"You want to suck MY cock?"

"Fuck yeah," Jay murmured.

Chad leaned back and shook his head.  "Fucking cocksucker."  He took
another drink of beer.  "Let's work our way up to that, shall we?"  Chad
rubbed his pecs seductively.  Out of my peripheral vision I could sense Jay
getting turned on by this.  "Why don't you bitches start by bending over
and kissing my feet?"

"You still have your shoes on," Jay said.  I was already on my way leaning
over when I heard this, and I pulled up to look at Chad.  He did not look
happy.

"Yeah, I fucking know that, faggot.  Don't talk unless I ask you a
question, got it?  No fucking backtalk."  Then Chad leaned forward and spat
in my face.  Jay just looked over at me.  Oh, great, I though.  Jay speaks
out of turn and I'm the one who gets spat on.  Though I suppose it was
ultimately my fault for bringing him here.  "Now, bitches!  Get down
there," Chad shouted as he reached for his phone.

We both bent over and kissed Chad's sneakers.  He was wearing Nike Air Max
sneakers.  I kissed and licked the tops of his sneaker.  Chad didn't do or
say anything for several minutes, I think we was just drinking his beer and
doing something on his phone.  Jay must have stopped because Chad suddenly
barked out "Keep it up, faggots" and lifted his sneaker up to bang it
against my face.

I kept on licking the top and side of his sneaker.  Out of the corner of my
eye I could see that Jay was kind of getting into it too.  Which I
understood.  You could put a thousand hot guys in front of me and if they
told me to kiss their sneakers I would respond "get lost." But when Chad
does it...well, there is just something about him that makes you want to
stick out your tongue and do it.

After several more minutes of this Chad shifted on the couch and flipped
his foot around, pushing my head to the floor and resting his foot on my
face.  The bottom of his sneaker was braced against my neck and my face
turned sideways with his shoe on top of it.  I could see Jay was in the
same position.  "Just stay down there faggots and don't bother me while I
finish this."

Which I did.  On my knees, bent all the way over so that my face was
against the floor, the bottom of Chad's sneaker pressing my neck and face
into the floor.  Quite a few minutes went by.  At one point Jay let out a
loud sigh, which caused Chad to kick me in the face before replanting his
sneaker down hard on me.  I silently willed Jay to shut up and just wait.

It's hard to tell time when you are on the ground with some hunk's foot
holding you down, but it seemed like it might have been ten more minutes
before Chad spoke again.  "Okay, all done and ready for a blow job.  Get
back up on your knees, bitches."  Chad kicked me in the face as I raised my
body and settled back on my knees.  "I want to get started with one fag on
my dick and one on my feet.  So which of you two cocksuckers should be the
lucky one who gets to taste this cock first?"  He rubbed the crotch of his
jeans and smirked at us.  Neither of us said anything -- I learned my
lesson the last time that asking for something was never a good idea.  Then
Chad got a sly smile on his face.  "I know, we'll have a little contest.
You'll each pick a foot and remove my sneaker, and the faggot who gets my
sneaker off first gets the first shot at this dick."

That seemed like a strange contest to me.  Chad repositioned himself so
that he was lying on the couch and his feet were hanging off the end.  "Get
over there."  We scooted over to the end of the couch, one on either side
of Chad's sneakers which were dangling in the air.  "Hands behind your
back.  You need to remove my sneaker with just your teeth."  He took
another drink of beer and laughed.

I looked at the sneaker hanging there and wondered how in hell I was going
to remove that without using my hands.  But Jay didn't waste any time, and
he dove right into Chad's sneaker, grasping for the shoelaces with his
teeth.  He had obviously reconciled himself to Chad's attitude, and was
ready to get on that dick.  Well, I wasn't about to let this guy beat me.
So I leaned over and grabbed the edge of the lace with my teeth.

It was actually pretty easy to untie the shoe, pulling the knot open.  I
grasped the tongue of his shoe between my teeth and pulled it forward, but
the laced shoe was still tight and it barely moved.  I got a good whiff of
Chad's feet and sneakers when I had the tongue of the shoe in my mouth and
my nose pressed against his foot.  I realized I needed to loosen the laces
a lot before I would be able to open up the shoe enough to possibly get his
foot out of it.  But the laces were tight against the shoe and it was hard
to get a hold on them.  After several failed attempts I saw I could use my
tongue to get just underneath one lace in the center, and then pull it up
ever so slightly with my tongue.  Then I could bite on the other part of
the laces that were already loose and pull them further.  I started the
work to make my way down the laces like this.

Chad was laughing really hard now, cackling like crazy.  "Oh, shit, this is
fucking hilarious.  You two desperate faggots are too much."

I paid him no mind and concentrated on the task before me.  After several
rounds of loosening the laces and pulling down on the tongue I had
definitely loosened the sneaker quite a bit.  I reached around to the back
of the shoe and tried to pull it down and over Chad's heel, but his foot
was still wedged in too tight.  But I was able to pull the sneaker down at
least an inch or so, and for the first time I began to think I could
actually do this.  I stuffed my nose in between the side of his foot and
the edge of the shoe and pushed down, and his sneaker slid a little further
down.  For some reason this whole time my dick got really hard.

I switched back to laces and made a lot of progress and then was again
tugging at the back of the sneaker to pull it off.  This time more of
Chad's foot emerged from the sneaker.  His heel was almost at the edge.  It
wouldn't be long now.

I heard a thud.  My head jerked up suddenly.  Chad's other foot, clad only
in an ankle-high white sock, was dangling in the air, his other Air Max
sneaker resting on the floor on its side.  Jay was smiling.  Fuck.

"We have a winner!" Chad shouted.  He pulled forward on the couch and sat
up.  "Congratulations," he said to Jay.  "You have earned the right to be
Fag One."  He turned to me.  "You, of course, are Fag Two, loser."

"Okay, Fag One.  Take off my jeans and fold them and put them over there.
Then we'll see how good a cocksucker you are."  Chad reached over to me and
grabbed me by the neck.  "Fag Two, you're not needed right now.  Why don't
you spend some more time with my sneakers?"  He pushed my face down into
the opening of his sneaker and pressed hard.  It stank.  Then I felt his
foot pressing against the back of my neck and head to push me down even
harder into this sneaker and hold me there.  "Just keep your stupid ugly
face out of the way while this other bitch blows me."

At that point I couldn't see what was going on.  From the sounds of things,
Jay had started to suck Chad's cock.  I could hear slurping, wet noises.
Chad started giving Jay instructions, telling him when to suck or to lick
or take it deep.  I started feeling pangs of jealousy.  I shifted a little
to try and get some fresh air but Chad's foot was like a brick and he
wasn't having that.

"Hey, Fag Two.  This cocksucker is halfway decent.  I'm amazed you didn't
totally fuck this up like usual."  Jay must have stopped and looked up or
something because then Chad said, "Don't fucking stop, bitch.  Keep on that
dick."  I heard the sound of Chad slapping Jay.

Chad was pressing down so hard on the back of my neck with his foot that my
nose was totally smushed against the inside bottom of his sneaker, and the
smell of Chad's sneakers was unbelievable intense.  I couldn't see anything
with my face fully inside there but I could hear what was going on.  "Suck
my balls," Chad said.  Then, a few minutes later, "jerk me while you lick
those nuts, faggot."  Then, "back on this dick."

I guess Jay was pretty good because Chad kept me on the floor for a long
time, a really long time.  As each minute slowly ticked by I got more and
more frustrated, by the fact that Jay had won the contest, and that he was
apparently really pleasing Chad and I was stuck on the floor with my face
in a shoe like an idiot.

Finally Chad lifted up his foot and then kicked me hard on the side of my
face so I fell out of his shoe.  I landed on my side, took a deep breath.
I could still smell Chad's shoes, had a feeling I would for a while.  I
looked over at the two of them. Jay was kneeling, his face wet and with a
goofy, elated expression.  Chad was totally splayed out, legs spread wide,
his enormous cock slick and poking up at the ceiling.  He had removed his
shirt, so that perfect, smooth slab of a chest was on glorious display.  My
own dick, which had softened during my face-sneaker purgatory, started to
stiffen again.

I got up on my knees, feeling a little lightheaded.  Chad laughed at me,
leaned forward and suddenly spat in my face for no reason.  "Where're you
going, Fag Two?"  I looked at him uncertainly, and again he hocked a wad of
spit in my face.  "Answer me, bitch."

"Wherever you want me to."

"That's right, faggot."  He sat back onto the couch.  "You're going right
back down there.  Cuz Fag One here got me pretty close with his excellent
cocksucking skills.  And I am nowhere near ready to cum.  So you bitches
better get back on my feet while my dick relaxes for a while."

Urrrgggh.  I leaned over and kissed Chad's left foot, still in his white
gym sock.  I so desperately wanted to get on that dick.  Well, I figured,
eventually he's going to want one of us to suck him again, and hopefully
next time it would be me.  Jay started working on worshipping Chad's other
foot.  I guess my worries had been for nothing, because he seemed to be
pleasing Chad a lot.  I started to worry if maybe Chad was liking him too
much.  It would totally suck if I got replaced by this dude after all the
trouble I went to for Chad.

Chad was back on his phone doing who knows what while the two of sucked and
licked on his feet.  After a long while Chad called out, "Socks off,
bitches.  No hands.  First one who gets my sock off gets the D."  He kicked
me in the face as I moved my mouth towards his foot.  "See if you can do
better this time, Fag Two.  Though I doubt it," he scoffed.

Chad was wearing short white ankle socks that ended just over his ankle.  I
saw Fag One trying to get the tip of Chad's sock at his toes in his mouth,
but I knew from experience removing Chad's socks with my teeth that the
best way to do this was to get the other end over his ankle so you could
quickly pull it off.  I stuck my nose into the top of Chad's sock to lift
it away from his skin and then got it into my mouth, pulled it down in
several sharp tugging movements until the top of his sock slid down his
ankle and I had some material to get a good hold of.  I took it in my teeth
and pulled down and around his heel until I had worked all of his sock over
his ankle and heel.

"Watch the teeth, fucker!" Chad shouted and I heard the sound of him giving
Fag One a kick.  I resolved not to make that mistake.

Once I had the sock over his heel I knew I could do it.  I got a bunch of
sock in my mouth at the top of his foot and started to work it down, then
did the same on both sides of his foot.  I thought that might be loose
enough to get it off, so I switched to the front of Chad's foot, took the
tip of his sock in between my teeth, being careful not to bite his toes,
and pulled.  I got some of it off but could tell the rest would not easily
go all the way.  I moved back to the other side, where the top of Chad's
sock was gathered in the middle of his foot.  I stuck my face directly
under the bottom of Chad's foot ("where it belonged," I thought of him
telling me many times).  I slid my tongue under his cock, which made my
dick jump as my tongue connected with the bottom of his foot, and was able
to get a good hold on the sock and start yanking.  It wouldn't be long now.
I slid my face across his foot, pulling the sock with my mouth until it was
almost off, then swiveled my head around, grabbed the tip between my teeth
and yanked it all the way off.

I lifted myself up on my knees, Chad's sock dangling out of my mouth.
Success!  He looked at me and burst out laughing.  "You look fucking
pathetic, Fag Two," he said. "But you won!  Since Fag One is so inept at
this, why don't you take off my other sock for him."

Fag One scooted back on his knees to give me space to repeat the same
maneuver with Chad's other foot until finally I was able to wrest his
second sock free, though Chad teased me the whole time, kicking and rubbing
his bare foot against my head while I was working.  "Good job, Fag Two, get
up here and blow me.  Fag One, you can lick my feet and suck my toes for a
while."

I felt a sudden rush of pride that I had won the contest and Chad had
complimented me.  I tried not to think about the fact that the source of
that pride was that I had pulled off someone's sock with my mouth faster.
And despite the humiliation of the name, I did feel good when Chad said to
me "Good job, Fag Two."

I got up fully on my knees and scooted between Chad's legs.  His flaccid
cock was resting there, his two big balls against his muscular thighs.
"Fag Two, let's see if you can get me hard just by licking my cock.  Don't
fully put it in your mouth, just lick it."

As I leaned down, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head up suddenly.
"Cause if you can't I'll bet that other faggot can," he sneered and spat in
my face.

I moved my head down and gave his cock a lick from the top of his balls to
the head.  Fuck, he tasted delicious, and his crotch smelled amazing.  At
that moment, on my knees, holding my hands behind my back, the smell of his
feet still lingering in my nostrils, and my tongue lapping at the head of
his cock, I thought to myself: "you are the luckiest cocksucker on the
planet."

I licked Chad's cock voraciously until it began to assume its familiar
hard, throbbing, remarkable form.  After a while his dick was pointing
north as I licked it all around the base, up and down the shaft, and across
the head.  I spent a lot of time licking the spot just behind the head on
the underside of his dick, which I knew was always sensitive for him.  He
let out a few moans, which made me happy, and I think I moaned along with
him.  I wanted desperately to take that majestic cock all the way in my
mouth, and to feel it press hard against the back of my throat.  I came so
close to putting my mouth over him, but admirably restrained myself.  And
just licked, and licked, and licked.

"You like that dick, faggot?" Chad said, looking down at me.

I nodded, "Yes, I love your dick.  I love it," I said in between licks.

"Balls," Chad whispered.  I slid down and started licking his luscious
balls.  He took his dick in his own hand and began stroking, unbelievably
slowly.  He grabbed me by the hair and pushed me off.  I stumbled backwards
and Chad stood.

Fag One was kneeling over Chad's feet, and he too moved back.  I looked
hungrily up at my stud.  His dick was jutting forward, his beautiful,
muscly chest was heaving, and his balls was swinging a few inches from my
face.  "Time for some face fucking, faggots!"  He pulled me by my hair and
bent my head back, spat at me.  But his angle was wrong and his spit missed
my face and landed instead on his foot.

"Lick that up, Fag One," Chad said.  Fag One just looked at him.  Chad
turned to me.  "Show him how to do it, Fag Two."  I bent over and licked
Chad's spit off the top of his foot until it was all gone.  "Got it,
faggot?" Chad said to the other guy, who nodded.  "Good," Chad said, and
spat again, this time intentionally towards the floor.  Most of it landed
on his foot, and the rest on the carpet.  "Suck it all up, bitch," Chad
said, slapping Fag One in the face.

He bent over and licked it up from Chad's foot.  Then Chad swung his foot
on Fag One's neck and pushed down, crushing his face against the carpet in
the rest of his spit and holding him down there, his foot covering his
face.  "Stay down there and don't bother me while I'm fucking this other
faggot's face."

Chad pulled me over so that I was in front of him, and speared my mouth
with his cock.  I let out a grateful moan, and the feeling of Chad's cock
invading my mouth made my dick hard as fuck.  I had my hands on my thighs
to brace myself as Chad starting fucking my throat hard and fast.  He
slapped me in the face, twice, without stopping.  "Hands behind your back,
cocksucker.  You know better than that."

He fucked me hard and deep.  I tried my best to take it all, the precum and
spit dripping down my face a little.  I had to pull off at one point,
gagging.  Chad pulled my hair so that I was looking up at him.  "You okay?"
he asked, almost tenderly, as I tried to catch my breath.  I nodded, as his
spit suddenly rained down on me.  I closed my eyes and three more gobs
followed, hitting me across my face.  Then his dick was back in my mouth,
no chance for me to catch up.

"Hey, Fag One, why don't you get up here and lick my balls while I'm
fucking this cocksucker?"

Through the blur of Chad's crotch banging against my face I could see Fag
One getting up, moving behind and under Chad so that he could lick Chad's
balls from behind while Chad screwed my mouth.  This must have hit the spot
because in a few seconds Chad started moaning and shouting.  "Oh, fuck
yeah, that feels awesome bitches!  Keep going.  Yeah!"

He was really fucking like crazy now.  I don't know how Fag One was
managing to keep his tongue on Chad's balls to lick them, given how fast he
was thrusting his hips at me.  But Fag One must have found a way, because
Chad kept moaning and clearly was loving it.  I had given up trying to suck
or lick his cock as it made its way in and out of my throat, and just
concentrated on trying to take it all and keep from choking.  "I'm getting
close, faggots.  Too close."

Chad pulled all the way out.  I could see Fag One's face under his crotch,
licking him from underneath and behind his ballsac.  Chad reached behind
and pulled him away.  "Whew!  That was amazing."  He threw himself back
down on the couch, breathing heavy.  His chest rose and fall.  Fag One
didn't move.  My dick was straining like crazy inside my jeans.  I knelt
there, breathing hard myself.

For a few minutes we stayed like that, as Chad came back from his
near-orgasm.  No one said anything.  "Okay, Fag One, you can get back on
the dick now.  Fag Two, you're on ball sucking duty."  We started to move
in, but then Chad lifted his foot and pressed it against my chest, pushing
me back.  "Changed my mind.  Fag Two, on the floor.  Get on your back."  I
lay down on my back, but that was not what he wanted.  He kicked me in the
chest.  "No, you stupid faggot, lay down with your face over here, under my
feet."  I slid around so that I was on the floor, my head right at his
feet, my body stretching away from the couch.  "You," he said to Fag One,
"suck my dick."  Fag One knelt in close to me, but then Chad put both his
feet over my face.

I couldn't see anything at that point.  There was a tiny patch of light
where my nose poked through between his feet.  I licked the soles of his
feet but he stomped on my face so I stopped.  I could hear Fag One slurping
away on his dick.  Chad started rubbing his feet across his face, dropping
his heel down hard and then dragging his whole foot the length of my face.
This went on for a few minutes until he bored of it, and again just rested
both feet, completely covering my face.

All of a sudden, Chad shouted, "What the FUCK!"

He pulled his feet off me quickly and stood up.  I rolled to my side.
There, right next to my head, was Fag One kneeling. He had pulled his very
hard dick out of his sweatpants, and was jerking himself off.

Uh oh, I thought.

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