Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 01:03:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: Local Service part 9

Local Service
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

Part 9

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I took the stairs back up to my apartment two at a time.  I never saw
anyone on the staircase in my building, except this one guy who was
seriously into exercise and I would sometimes see running up the stairs to
his apartment on some floor above mine.  I really really hoped I could make
it up the three flights to my floor without running into him (or anyone
else).  The only clothing on my entire body was a pair of running shorts.
My hair was sopping wet with piss and my face was still wet.  I wondered if
you could tell from looking at me that the drops of water on my face and
chest were piss.  There was a dark wet line down the front of one side of
the running shorts where Chad's stream of piss had run across them.  The
clothes in my hand were also wet.  I had dark red marks across both wrists
which I figured most people would recognize as rope burns.  Would I smell
like piss to anyone who passed me?  It was hard for me to tell, since
Chad's piss had gone up my nose and that was all I could smell,
unbelievably strong.  I had to assume anyone who saw me would know it was
piss that made me all wet.


At my floor I inched the stairwell door open slowly and peered down the
hallway.  Luckily no one was around.  I got my key ready in my hand and
sprinted to my door.  Just as I got my key in the lock I heard another door
open behind me.  I hurried in and slammed the door shut.


I peeled off Chad's running shorts and took them and my clothes and put
them to soak in the bathroom sink.  I looked up at myself in the mirror.
My hair was unevenly wet, stuck to my head in places, only a little wet in
others, but largely soaked through.  Drips of yellow liquid were sliding
down the edges of my face from my hair.  Chad had expelled an impressive
volume, and I carried quite a bit of his piss on my head.


I let the shower run for a few minutes and then stepped in to get all that
piss off me.  Rinsed my hair really thoroughly and then held my face under
the nozzle to completely clean all the residual piss and dried cum off.  As
I stood there, water pelting me in the face, I started to bone up.  My
thoughts drifted to the several times I had been pissed on over the weekend
-- when they both together pissed all over me on Friday night, and each of
them doing it again separately Saturday morning, to this latest piss-fest
by Chad a few minutes before.  My cock stiffened more.  The feeling of the
water on my face was reminiscent of when they were both pissing on my face
together.  In the merest of seconds my dick was rock hard.


I had spent nearly two days in a state of constant horniness, used by two
stupendous specimens of manhood, and lusting after them when I wasn't being
used by them.  I resisted jerking off, though, I didn't want to just pull a
quickie in the shower after all that.  And I couldn't quite get my head
around the fact that it was the memory of them pissing in my face that was
stiffening my cock in the first place.

I had a leisurely afternoon, did the laundry, read a little, watched some
TV.  Had a light meal in the late afternoon.  Around about 8:30 my phone
rang with an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, hey," said the voice.  "Who is this?"

I always hate it when someone calls me and asks who is this, so I said,
"Um, who are you?"

"Joe.  Is this the cocksucker?"

WTF.  "Joe?" I said.

"From the coffee place, you remember me, right?  You sucked me off.  It's
you, right?  The cocksucker who blows guys on demand?"

Jesus.  Of course I remembered him.  He was the incredibly studly Asian guy
who had first seen me get a call from Chad ordering me to come over and
suck his dick, and then later had fucked my face while my head hung off the
edge of the bed, after he let me worship his beautiful bod I got super
excited,

"Yes, Joe, I remember you.  Yes, this is Derek."

"You mean, yes, this is the cocksucker?"

I stammered out, "Yes, that's me....the cocksucker."

"Cool.  I'm horned up, don't feel like jerking off.  Would prefer some
nice, deep head.  Since I've already seen that you're someone who sucks
dick on command, I thought I'd give it a try.  You around?"

Fuck. Why did he have to call me now?  I was pretty beat from the weekend,
and would have preferred to just relax by myself for the night.  I'd been
through the wringer with Chad and Danny, between blowing them, getting
fucked, being left tied up for hours at a time, getting pissed on,
etc. etc.  I could use a break. But I closed my eyes and pictured Joe's
beautiful body, the smooth muscles of his chest, his delicious arms.  He
had let me run my tongue all over his torso for several minutes.  I started
dripping precum at the memory of it.  I had to make that happen again.

"Yup," I said.  "Do you want me to come over?"

"Nah, I'll come over there.  Be there in about twenty," he said and hung up
before I could reply.  I spent the next twenty minutes tidying up the
house, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and just generally getting
myself more presentable.  I swapped the nice button-down Oxford I was
wearing for an older T-shirt.  Just in case things got a little messy.

When I was ready I laid down on the couch, flipping through channels, but
couldn't concentrate on anything, too distracted by what was happening in
my life.  It had always been my biggest fantasy to be a cocksucker who
services demanding, cocky, alpha studs.  I couldn't believe my luck that
this had happened with Chad -- that this incredible jock stud had made me
his on-call cocksucker.  And now was that going to happen with Joe too --
that he would become someone who would just call me whenever he wanted to
get blown?  I felt a little nervous this could get out of control.  A
couple of loud knocks on the door startled me out of my thoughts.

"Hi, Joe," I said as I opened the door.  He just grunted and pushed past me
into the apartment.  He was as sexy as I remembered.  That squared off jaw,
beautiful almond eyes, and handsome face framed by his long, straight dark
hair.  Wearing faded jeans and a sleeveless T, so I could see those
perfectly muscular arms.  My inhibitions were quickly replaced by my
desire.  I turned and followed him into the apartment.  He walked over and
threw himself down on my leather easy chair.  I just kind of stood in the
corner uneasily.

"How've you been?  What's going on?" I said.

"You got any beer?"

I nodded and padded off to the kitchen.  When I handed him his opened beer
bottle I wasn't quite sure what to do next, and just stood there next to
his chair.

He took a big swig and then looked up at me.  "What are you waiting for?
Get on your knees, bitch."

I knelt down in front of him.  He spread his legs wide, his denim-covered
crotch protruding out.  I looked up at him as he drank his beer.  His long
hair hung in front of his face, partially obscuring his dark, sexy eyes,
which peered down at me.  "Remember last time?" I said as I placed my hand
on his flat stomach.  "When I touched and licked your chest and arms?  Can
we do that again?"

He grasped me hard by the back on my neck.  "No," he said firmly and pushed
my face down hard into his crotch.  "You're just gonna suck dick tonight,
cocksucker."  He rubbed my face against his crotch, and I could feel his
dick squirming around in his jeans.  I tried to lift my head a little but
he applied extra force to the back of my neck to hold me there, lifting his
butt off the chair so he could totally mash my face into his crotch.  He
held me in that position for several minutes, rubbing my face against his
dick inside his jeans, while he drank his beer.

He rested his beer on the table and grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked
my head up.  He stared into my face while he unbuckled his belt and opened
his jeans.  He had a wide brown leather belt on, and he pulled me by the
hair down towards his crotch, and slapped me in the face several times with
the end of the belt.  I could see the tops of his white Calvin Klein
underwear.  He slipped his jeans and underwear down in one motion, and his
half-hard dick sprung out and slapped against his stomach.  It looked
amazing.

"Suck my cock," he said, and leaned back into the chair, clasping his hands
behind his head.

From my spot kneeling on the floor in front of him, I looked up.  He was a
king on his throne, waiting to be serviced.  His T-shirt was kind of tight,
and just a hint of nipple showed through, his wide pecs practically filing
the width of the chair.  With his arms out like that, the beautiful curve
of his biceps was emphasized, and my eye followed that fine line across his
arm, around his dark, sexy armpit, until it disappeared into his shirt at
his shoulder.  He watched me staring up at him, a slight smirk on his face.

"You want me to take off my shirt?"

I nodded.  "Yes, please," I said, but so enthralled that I'm not sure I
made any audible sound.

He shook his head.  "Tell you what.  If you can keep my cock all the way
down your throat while I count to ten, I'll take off my shirt."  He smiled.
"Think you can do that?"  I nodded slowly.  "Then go for it, cocksucker,"
he said.

I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth.  I knew I needed
to get used to it for a minute before I could fully deep throat him, so I
sucked and licked on the tip and the first couple of inches.  Joe sat back
and let me work on his dick.  Even though my whole weekend had been full of
cock, I was still crazy horny and boned up immediately once I got his dick
in my mouth.  He had a good-sized dick, not too huge or wide and so I knew
I could deep throat him easily.  Ten seconds shouldn't be a problem, I
thought to myself, and then tried to remember what his beautiful chest had
looked like, excited that I would see it again.

"Okay, bitch, let's do this," Joe said, and pushed my head down.  He thrust
his cock up to meet my face and it easily slipped all the way in.  My nose
was pressed fully into his trimmed pubes, his balls pressed against my
chin, and his dick all the way into my throat.  "One....two...three," he
started counting, but very slowly.  Way more than a second each.  I started
to feel constrained, couldn't really breathe.  Held steady, tried to
swallow to keep from gagging.  "Four...five," I tried to take a deep breath
through my nose but no good - no air could get past his cock filling my
throat.  "Hang on a sec," Joe said "I'm thirsty," I started to sweat, could
feel that I was getting close to choking.  I could hear Joe guzzling down
his beer.  After a long drink, he said, "Aaaaaah, where were we?  Oh yeah,
six...seven." My back arched involuntarily as my body rebelled against me.
I couldn't take it anymore.  I tried to pull my head up, but Joe pushed
down harder, now with both hands.  "Hang on, cocksucker, you gotta get to
ten, remember?"  I was desperate to get up, needing to breathe, gagging.
"Eight..."  I punched his thighs, as hard as I could, and pulled myself up
with all my strength, just as he was saying "nine," and he let me pull off,
sputtering, spit flying, breathing hard and fast.

I rocked back on my legs, trying to regain my breath and composure.  I
wiped the spit from my face with the back of my hand.  When I looked at Joe
he kind of shrugged.  "Sorry, didn't make it to ten, did you?"  He looked
down at his lap, where I had coughed up spit.  "You got me messy," he said,
and then pulled me down, wiping himself with my hair.  "So, my shirt stays
on, and you can finish blowing me now."  Joe leaned back again, took
another swig of beer, and then nodded towards his glistening cock poking
up.

I paused for a second, irritated.  I had easily been down on his cock for
way more than ten seconds, and I was pissed about how unfair he was being.
But my own cock was sending me a message too, and like a good cocksucker, I
bent over and sucked him off.

Joe was pretty passive for the rest of the blow job, letting me suck him
the way I wanted.  From time to time he would push me down a little, but
not hard, and letting me decide how long to stay down.  He didn't fuck my
face at all, which was surprising since last time he had really fucked my
mouth long and hard.  After a while I could feel him starting to tense up
and I knew he was close.  I was bobbing up and down on his cock when again
I felt his hand at the back of my neck.  He pushed down hard and held me
there, and a couple of seconds later his penis began to pulse.  He was
shooting straight into my throat.  I pulled up a little hoping to get some
air, but he wasn't having that, and kept me down.  "Swallow it," he said
breathlessly.  His orgasm lasted a long moment, and then he relaxed his
hand, and I pulled most of the way off his cock and took a deep breath.
His cum had gone straight down, and I had only the faintest taste of cum in
my mouth, from the last lingering drop as his cock slid out.  I licked his
cockhead and the shaft of his penis as he sat there, breathing a little
ragged, but then he put his big, meaty hand against my forehead and pushed
me away.

I fell back slightly onto my knees.  His chest was moving up and down, his
eyes partially closed.  "That was a decent blow job," he said, and then he
leaned forward and pulled off his shirt.

I was surprised and confused, but happy.  My dick jumped when I saw that
beautiful upper body again, watching that slab of a chest rising and
falling as his heavy breathing began to subside.  "Thank you," I murmured.

He chuckled and reached for his beer.  "In a minute I'll be ready to go, so
enjoy it while it lasts, bitch."  Joe finished his beer, and once his dick
had fully softened, he stuffed it back in his jeans and buckled up.  When
he stood, I had to scoot back on my knees so there was room for him to
stand.  That left me kneeling right in front of him, my face level with his
crotch, and looking up at his fantastic smooth, muscular chest, him staring
down at me with a bemused expression.

I kissed him on the treasure trail of hair at the base of his perfectly
flat stomach.  "Thank you," I said and kissed there again.  "Thank you for
letting me blow you."

"You're welcome, bitch," Joe said and stepped away, pulling his shirt back
on as he did so.  Without a look back or another word, he was gone.

*****

And thus ended my weekend of cocksucking.  I had been used like never
before in my life, basically just a place for guys to get their rocks off
for two days straight, unlike any two days I had ever experienced before.
I blew a huge load that night after Joe left, holding off for as long as I
could, lying on my bed jerking myself with my eyes closed and my memory of
the previous two days all the stimulation I needed.  I felt like I'd had my
fill of cock for a while as I cleaned my own load off my chest and stomach.
Of course it's easy to feel that way right after you cum, and if I knew
myself I knew that feeling wouldn't last.  Chad would text me in a day or
two, and I would go running down there to get some cock in my mouth.

But, as it turned out, things didn't go that way exactly.  Chad did, in
fact, text me two days later, but I was out at the movies with a friend and
my phone was off.  When I checked it after the movie ended, I saw two texts
from Chad, the first over an hour before: "Now, bitch," -- his usual curt
self, and the second about forty minutes later: "never mind, faggot, going
out."  This wasn't the first time Chad had texted me when I wasn't
available, and I knew he didn't like it, so I quickly sent him a text
saying "sorry, will make it up to u."

I figured I'd get that chance in the next day or so, but as fate would have
it, when he did text me three days later I was again unavailable and missed
him again.  Then it happened a couple of days after that as well.  I could
tell Chad was pretty pissed, because in addition to the two texts (the
first one saying "now" and the second one calling me a dumb faggot for not
being around), he left me a voicemail as well.  His tone was not exactly
friendly:

"Let me ask you something," the message began, niceties dispensed with.
"When I assigned you to be my cocksucker, did you not realize that this
came with an obligation that you should be available when your bitch mouth
was needed?  I know you are a rather dumb faggot, but did that fact elude
you?  This is an arrangement of convenience--MY convenience.  Do not forget
that."

He seemed pretty pissed, so I decided silence was the best strategy.  And
waiting, for his next call or text.  I started bringing my phone into the
bathroom when I took a shower in case he might text me while I was in there
so I could jump out and run downstairs to service him I didn't imagine my
bad luck would continue.

I was wrong.  About four days later, I had a meeting way out in Brooklyn
for work.  It was a Friday afternoon, two full weeks since the last time
I'd blown Chad, that long weekend of servicing him and Danny.  It was the
longest I had gone without sucking Chad's cock since that first day when he
called me a bitch in the elevator and I followed him back to his apartment
to blow him.  I knew Chad was at work, so I wasn't too worried about
missing him again.  My meeting ran late, and it was getting close to 5:30
when I clambered down into the subway for the long trip home.  It was
nearly 6:45 when I finally emerged at the stop six blocks from our
apartment.  I checked the time, watching as my phone regained cell service,
and then I saw it: Three texts from Chad.  The first one had been at 5:35,
just minutes after I entered the subway and lost service.  It said, "Want
my dick sucked, RIGHT NOW."  The second one, 15 minutes later, "NOW,
FAGGOT!"  And then finally the third, about a half hour after that: "Too
late - u not needed."

That third text was 20 minutes ago.  I started to text him back, but
stopped.  I was only a few minutes away, and decided to just go to his
apartment.  If he wasn't there, I would wait by the door until he returned
and blow him then.

I knocked on his door, sweating and nervous.  No answer.  I put my ear to
the door, hoping to hear any sound of him inside.  Knocked again.
Deflated, I was just getting ready to walk away when I heard the knob start
to turn.

Chad was standing in the doorway, shirtless.  He jeans were unbuckled and
his zipper pulled half-way down, his underwear exposed.  I was startled by
the sight of him without a shirt on, and stammered as I tried to speak.
"Hi, I just got your texts," I said, trying to take him all in, to look him
in the eyes while still trying to look at his magnificent torso.

"Yeah, that was like an hour ago," he said.

"Sorry, I was in the subway.  But I'm here now."

"Yeah, well, now is too late, bitch," Chad said.

"But I can still--" the door slammed shut.  I stood there for a second,
staring at that impassive barrier between me and the hunkiest guy ever.

Suddenly the door flew open again.  "On second thought," Chad said, and he
grabbed my shirt and yanked hard, pulling me into this apartment and kind
of throwing me through the hallway and into the living room.

Chad's shirt was on the floor at my feet.  And across the room, right in
front of the couch, a guy was kneeling with his hands behind his back.  I
looked back at Chad.  "What the?  Who's that?"

"I don't think," Chad said to me as he pulled my shoulder bag off and threw
it on the floor, "that you get to ask me questions, faggot."  He pushed
hard against my back, sending me stumbling into the room.  "Get on your
knees, where you belong, and shut the fuck up."

I dropped down to my knees a few feet from the other guy and looked him
over.  He was just kneeling there, not reacting at all to my presence, a
calm look on his face.  He had dirty blond hair, medium length, and was
quite handsome.  He was wearing a plain T-shirt, basketball shorts, and
sneakers with white socks.  Because he was holding his hands behind his
back, his chest was thrust out, and he had a wide, muscular chest.  His
arms were pretty big, muscly and well-toned.  If I had seen him walking
down the street, I definitely would have checked him out, as he ticked all
my boxes for a jock stud.  So why was this dude with the alpha stud body
kneeling in front of Chad's couch?

Chad walked past me, slapping me on the back of the head as he did, and
then threw himself on the couch.  "You weren't around," he said to me,
glowering, "AGAIN, so I found myself another cocksucker."  He jerked his
thumb at the other guy, who looked only at Chad, not at me.  "He was just
getting started."

I didn't like this one bit.  Who was this guy?  And why did Chad take off
his shirt for this guy, a pleasure he almost always denies me.  I felt
myself getting heated up.  But Chad didn't really care about that, and he
kicked me suddenly in the face with his sock-covered foot and shouted
"WELL?!?" at me.

I looked at him dumbfounded.  I shrugged.  He shook his head at me, and
leaned forward.  "Would you say you are smart or dumb?"

This was a trick question.  I am, in fact, very smart.  I didn't answer.

"I think we both know that you are a dumb faggot.  Otherwise, how could it
be that you don't know what to do, when you have a fucking model of proper
behavior right in front of you?"  Chad leaned way over and hocked a huge
wad of spit into my face.  I looked over at the other guy, his hands behind
his back.  Fuck.  This was not starting off well, I was too distracted and
confused by the whole situation to think properly.

I put my hands behind my back.  Chad's spit had landed across my forehead
and was dripping from my eyebrow.  If there was ever a time when I wanted
the use of my hands, this was it.  But I knelt there, head bowed, as Chad's
spit dripped through my eyelashes and onto my cheek.

"Now," Chad said.  "this is turning out to be a good day.  Let's see if I
enjoy getting serviced by two cocksuckers at the same time.  Why do I get
the feeling I will."

Chad leaned back into the couch, and lifted his legs.  He was wearing white
socks.  He placed his right foot onto the other guy's face, and pushed his
left foot hard into mine.  My face was filled with the sensation and smell
of Chad's foot.  He rubbed his foot all across my face, up and down, side
to side, like he was cleaning the bottom of his shoe.

And that's how it began, this evening of Chad's double service.  He was in
no hurry, and obviously in the mood for some variety and some domination.
About twenty minutes into it, I was on my knees, head down, rubbing my face
across the top of Chad's feet while the other guy was just starting to suck
the tip of his dick.  "Lick my balls," Chad said.  On command, we both
moved in at once, and our heads smacked together as we made our way for
Chat's nuts.

Chad burst out laughing.  It had made a rather loud smacking sound.  I
rubbed my forehead.  "Let's see," Chad said.  "This won't do.  I need a way
to distinguish the two of you, how could I do that?"

How could he do that? I thought to myself.

Chad seemed deep in thought, then he got a rather satisfied looking smile
on his face.  He pointed to the other guy, "I'll call you Fag One," and
then pointed at me, "and you Fag Two."

The other guy nodded, but I got angry and felt my face flush.  Chad didn't
seem to notice or care, as the next thing he said was, "Fag One, get on my
balls.  Fag Two, get back to those feet."

I bent over again, rested my face against the top of Chad's feet.  The
other guy dove into Chad's crotch.  What had he meant - how could he
distinguish us?  Even if he didn't know the other guy's name, he could have
called me by name.  Or did he actually not know my name, after all this
time?  I was trying to remember the last time he called me by name.  It had
been a long time.  Was it possible he didn't know my name?  How could that
be -- I was servicing him on demand, doing whatever he wanted for months,
and he didn't know my name?  Had he EVER called me by name?  Did he really
not know it?  No, I thought, he knows it. He's just fucking with me, as
usual.

"Hey!" Chad shouted.  "Fag Two! You gonna do something or just kneel there
like a piece of furniture."  I realized I hadn't moved at all while I was
thinking.  Not providing him the usual foot servicing as I was lost in
thought.  "Why don't you lie down on your back," he said to me.  "You're
just as useful as a doormat anyway."

I laid down on my back, my head near Chad's feet and my long body stretched
along the front of the couch.  Chad dropped his sock-covered feet onto my
chest, and the other guy crowded in next to me, kneeling right next to my
head so he could get back to licking Chad's balls.  "Push you right into
the floor," Chad said and he pressed both feet down hard on my face.

One foot completely covered my mouth and nose, and the other my eyes and
forehead.  I lay there thinking.  Why was I Fag Two and the other guy Fag
One?  How could I not be Fag One?  Jesus.  In a matter of seconds, I had
gone from being pissed that Chad didn't use my real name to being sad that
I wasn't Fag One.

We stayed in these positions for a few minutes.  I could hear Fag One
slurping away on Chad's balls.  Chad kept rubbing his feet across my face,
occasionally pushing down hard, smushing my face with his sock-covered
feet.  He kept them covering my nose and mouth the whole time, so it was
only when his foot would slide slightly for a second that I could grab a
short, foot-filled breath of air.  The slurping sound stopped for a second,
and then Clad slid the foot covering my eyes back onto my forehead and the
one covering my nose and mouth onto my neck.  I looked up to see him bent
over, staring down at me.

"How you doing down there, Fag Two?  Liking those feet?"

I just looked up at him, still pissed and a little hurt.  He leaned further
over and hocked a big wad of spit into my face.  "I asked you a question,
bitch."  Another gob of spit, this one landing across my upper lip.

"Yes," I said softly.

"Shut up, faggot," Chad said, and leaned all the way forward so he could
spit a big one that landed hard on my face.  "Fag One, I don't want to
listen to this other faggot anymore.  Take off my socks, and put them in
Fag Two's mouth."  The other guy just nodded.  He took off Chad's sock and
stuffed in into my mouth.  Luckily it was just a thin, ankle-height white
sock.  "Now the other one," Chad said.  Fag One pulled off Chad's other
sock and pushed it into my mouth.  It only fit a little way, and half the
sock dangled out of my mouth onto my chin.  Chad grabbed the end with his
toes, bent it back so it was covering my nose, and then planted his foot
down again.  The sensation of Chad's feet on my senses was now unbelievably
strong.  "Fag One, get up here and suck my dick."

Chad left me lying there for several minutes under the spell of his socks
and bare feet covering my face, while the other guy sucked him off.  Chad
was moaning and keeping up a steady chat of "yeah" and "suck that dick,"
the usual patter when he was getting serviced.  I wondered if he was going
to leave me down here the whole time and only let the other guy on his
dick, but eventually, after what seemed like forever, Chad said to me,
"okay Fag Two, get up here and get on this cock."

I pulled the socks out of my mouth and got up to my knees.  My mouth felt
dry and cottony.  Chad was splayed out on the couch, that fantastic chest
of his spread before me.  God, how I wanted to touch it or lick it or rub
my face against it.  His cock was pointed straight up, glistening from
precum and spit.  Chad told Fag One to lick his balls while I was sucking
him, and we lavished that stud's cock and balls with lustful attention.
Chad was clearly having the time of his life, moaning and muttering "yeah"
over and over.

For probably a full hour Fag One and I serviced Chad in a variety of
positions and combinations.  He would have one of us suck his dick while
the other licked his balls or serviced his feet.  He would aggressively
face fuck one of us (mostly Fag One) while the other was left sucking his
toes or getting his face stomped.  When he was getting close to shooting,
he would pull us off his cock and make us each bend down and lick his feet
instead.  He obviously wanted to make this last as long as possible.

His favorite seemed to be when we were both on his dick.  He had leaned
forward on the couch, so that his dick was jutting forward, and positioned
each of us kneeling on either side of him.  He made us both place our
mouths on the side of his cock, which he slid back and forth between our
lips, which were touching.  Then he grabbed us both by the back of the neck
and pushed our heads together, forming a tight bond of two mouths around
his cock.  Fag One's face was pressed against mine, our noses nearly
touching as if we were kissing.  His eyes were closed but I kept mine open,
gazing into his beautiful face.  "Let's get some tongues out there,
bitches.  Pretend you two fags are french kissing."

I stuck out my tongue, and met Fag One's tongue and we both licked the
underside of Chad's cock as it slid back and forth.  Chad held our heads
tightly as he fucked the space between our mouths, particularly loving it
when our tongues would caress the bottom of his dick head as he slid us to
the end of his dick, "oh yeah, bitches, that's it."  Chad kept us doing
this for a while, his breathing getting heavier, until it seemed like he
was ready to shoot.

But he didn't want to, I suppose, because all at once he grabbed both of us
by the hair, hard, and threw our heads to the side.  His cock jutted out,
rock stiff and gleaming.  I watched it pulse, ready to see that cum fly
out.  But he got it under control, his breathing slowed, and then Chad
leaned back onto the sofa.  "Fag Two, back on those feet, Fag One, back on
the balls."

I took one last long look at Chad's beautiful, heaving chest, and the bent
over and licked the top of his feet.  I could head Fag One slurping away,
and Chad said, "lick them, don't suck on them," then more slurping, then
the sound of Chad slapping the other guy in the face.  "No, you stupid
faggot, I said lick."  He pushed Fag One's head away and leaned over and
yanked me up by the hair.

"Watch this other faggot."  Chad said to the other guy and then pulled me
up towards his crotch while the other guy scooted back on his knees.
Before pushing me over though, Chad used my hair to pull my head all the
way back so I was looking up to the ceiling, then bent over and spit in my
face.  I don't know why he was spitting in my face when the other guy had
messed up, but I wasn't about to ask him.  He pushed me down into his
balls, "lick, bitch," and out came my tongue to lick at the deliciously
muskiness of his balls.  They had only the faintest taste of jock balls (he
must have showered before this whole this started), and they tasted great
as always.  While I licked his balls, he banged his cock against my face
over and over.  "You getting this, Fag One?  See how it's done?"  I just
kept my head down, licking, Chad's cock slapping into my face, which was
smeared wet with Chad's precum and spit and my own saliva.

I felt a surprising flush of pride that Chad was exalting me and my
excellent ball-licking technique.  Considering he had mostly let the other
guy suck his dick and kept me mostly on his feet, I was happy to see there
was something he preferred me for.  I guess the lesson was over, though, as
Chad pulled me up by the hair, hard, and said, "Okay Fag One, back on these
balls.  You get down on the floor where you belong," he said to me,
sneering.

So again I found myself on my back, my face smothered by Chad's feet while
the other guy knelt next to my head and licked those amazing stud jock
balls.  I could tell from the sounds that Chad was jerking his cock while
Fag One worked on his balls.  The intensity started to increase.  Chad's
muttering got continuous, nearly incoherent.  "Oh, yeah, lick those balls,
bitch, yeah...fuck yeah."  His feet began moving faster and harder against
my face, rubbing all over me, pushing down, kicking me in the cheeks, then
pushing my face to one side so he could rub all over the side of my face,
the other side held tight against the carpet.

Then the moan and the shout: "Fuuuuuck," Chad's feet totally eclipsing my
senses, pushing me down into the floor.  Sustained for several very long
seconds.  Until finally he quieted down, the pressure relented and his feet
were just gently laying across my face.  I tentatively stuck out my tongue,
gave the underside of his foot a sensuous lick, but not what he wanted.  He
slid his foot under my head and kicked me away.  I scooted out so that he
could rest his feet on the floor and got up on my knees.

Fag One was kneeling off to the side, staring at Chad.  I looked over at my
stud.  He was splayed across the couch in all his manly glory.  His cock,
half-hard, snaking across his treasure trail.  And his beautiful, muscular
chest was rising and falling.  There was a huge load of cum on him.  He was
a big shooter in general, but even by Chad's standards this was a lot.  Two
big pools and a lingering trail across his abs.  Another big blob at the
top of his stomach, with a line of cum stretching almost all the way across
the top of his stomach.  And then four more on his pecs, including one
covering his left nipple.  My cock began to literally pulse from the sight
of the most amazing jock body ever covered in a huge load of cum that
stretched all the way up his torso.

Chad's eyes were closed as he basked in the aftermath of what must have
been an amazing orgasm.  After a minute or so he opened them to look down
upon us, his kneeling cocksuckers gazing up at him.  "Good job, faggots,"
he said.  "That was a good one."

He looked down at himself and smiled, more of a smirk really.  "Oh, I see
what you bitches are staring at.  You both wanted to get my cum, huh?"  I
looked up at him and over at Fag One, who remained motionless, staring up
at Chad.  "Well, that was a pretty amazing time, and you two faggots did a
decent job of getting me off, so maybe, one time only, I'll let you slurp
down that cum.  Who wants to lick my cum off my chest?"

Was this for real?  Was Chad really going to let us do that?  How many
times had I fantasized about licked Chad's incredible chest, and now he was
offering, and it was covered by a huge load of cum.  On his pecs and
nipples?!?  My tongue would slurp all that cum up like crazy.  "Can I
please lick up some of your cum?" I asked.

"So, no surprise there, Fag Two wants in on this.  What about you, Fag
One?"

"Whatever you want is what I want," the other guy said.

Fuck.  I looked over at him.  His expression remained blank.  Crafty little
fucker.

"Huh," Chad said, laughing.  "Now that is a line of thinking that you need
to internalize, Fag Two," he said to me.  "Well, it's hard to pick which
faggot should get the privilege."

"Why can't we both do it?" I asked.

Chad turned his head sharply to look at me.  Oops.  I don't think that was
the right thing to say.  "Huh" Chad mused.  "I know."  He pointed at the
other guy, then at me.  "Fag One, lick the cum off my chest, and spit it in
Fag Two's face."

My eyes widened.  What the fuck?  He really wasn't going to let me lick his
chest, after all this?  Fag One didn't waste any time.  He stood up, and
leaned over and slurped up the first drops of cum from the base of Chad's
abs.  Then he stepped over to me, leaned close to me face, and let the cum
dribble out of his mouth and onto my cheek.

When he moved back over to Chad, Chad slapped him in the back of the head.
"No, I said spit it in that faggot's face.  Fag Two, get over there," Chad
said, pointing to one side.  I scooted over as Fag One bent back over
Chad's stomach and licked up another few drops of cum.  This time, from
where he stood on the other side of Chad's legs, he leaned forward and spit
hard at me.  The cum and spit landed in a big gob on my forehead.  Chad
laughed.  The other guy smiled a little, then went back to his task.  I
watched him lick extra long around Chad's abs as he slurped up the big pool
of cum there, and then he leaned way over and spit it on me.  It was a big
splash that landed across my nose.  I could get the strong smell of Chad's
cum.  The mixture of cum and spit ran down my face across my lips and chin.
Meanwhile Fag One scooped up another big pool of cum and this time spit it
on the top of my head so it landed it my hair and began to drip down my
left ear.  Finally, Fag One made it up to Chad's beautiful pecs, where he
spent a long time licking up the cum, connecting with that amazing chest
that I had lusted after for months.  With each gulp of cum, he leaned
towards me and spat.  Hard, with plenty of his own spit mixed in with
Chad's cum.  For the final one, he slurped all the cum off Chad's nipple,
licking it all over as he did so, until he had a bit mouthful of cum and
spit, which landed with a big splash across my nose and mouth.

Chad pushed Fag One away.  I knelt there, my face a shiny mess of cum and
spit, dripping in my hair, down my forehead and cheeks, onto my chin, and
on the front of my shirt.  Chad sit up on the couch, looked at the other
guy.  "You're dismissed," he said.

The other guy nodded, said to him, "thank you sir," and walked out of the
apartment.  I watched his tight, muscular butt as he walked away.  He was,
in fact, quite the stud himself.

"Hmmm, why don't you thank me like that after I finish letting you suck my
cock," Chad said to me.  "You could really learn a thing or two from that
faggot."  He looked me over as he stood up.  "God, you're a fucking mess,"
he said.  His cum was dripping across my face.  "Better not get any of that
cum on my carpet," he said, so I tilted my head back slightly.

Chad stood before me, looking down at me, his magnificent slab of a chest
looming above me.  "In the future, bitch, you better be available when I
want my dick sucked.  Because, as you can see, I can get myself another
cocksucker quite easily.  So keep that in mind.  Now get the fuck out
faggot," he said and spat hard on my face one last time.  I jumped up and
walked out of the apartment, as Chad's spit mixed with his cum and ran down
my face.


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