Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2015 19:50:51 +0200
From: Ben Coolen <bencoolen1212@gmail.com>
Subject: Scotty´s Tailor Part 10

Scotty's Tailor

By Ben C.

This story contains sexual acts between young males (t/t, oral, mast,
dom, humil).
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Chapter 10: The Senior Cocksucker


After the boys left I washed Skip's Superman boxers in the basin and dried
them with Cooper's hair dryer. Skip didn't say he wanted them ironed, so I
just folded them neatly next to his hoodie. I cleared the pizza boxes, soda
cans and napkins off the living room table, did a quick vacuuming and left.

I pedaled my bike through our town and thought about all the changes my
life had taken in only a few months. Scotty had turned me from a regular
high school wimp into his cocksucker, then Cooper took me in as his
personal cocksucker-cum-servant and now Skip, a guy two years younger than
me, was going to enjoy my cocksucking skills. And heaven knows what kind of
ideas the kid had in his adolescent mind for using me to his pleasure and
amusement.

I loved serving the boys, using my cocksucker craftsmanship to make them
feel good, smelling the musk of their crotch, feeling their young manhood
pulse in my mouth. The way they sneered at me and made fun of me felt a bit
awkward, but I had to admit that it was also thrilling, and submitting to
their orders made my cock harden. Even the way they called me names like
faggot, homo, cum-dump and queer was enthralling; the boys were superior to
me, and enjoying it was just a natural thing for them to do.

I mulled over the way Cooper had treated me that day. He had subjected me
to Skip's anger and abuse on purpose.  So, it was obvious that he was
furious at me; for not ironing his underwear properly and particularly for
taking money from his mom. The more I thought of it, the more I felt
guilty. Taking care of Cooper's underwear was one of my duties and I had
neglected it. And taking money from his mom had been a really bad mistake.
I was there as a guest of the family, sort of, and I should have firmly
declined the generous offer. And now Cooper was outraged because I had
insulted their family values.

Now, I got to get things straight with him, I decided. I would give up all
the money in the world if it helped to keep my assignment as Cooper's
cocksucker. I would do whatever necessary to fix the mess I had made. When
I got home, I sat down on my bed and began to compose a text message. I
wrote and rewrote it several times. I read the message over and over again,
making minor changes, and finally sent it. Then I sighed and lay down on my
bed with my eyes closed. Please, please, Cooper. Just a simple "yes" would
mean the world for me, was the last thought in my mind before I dozed off.

A beep woke me up twenty minutes later. I grabbed my phone: an SMS. I
opened it and read it. My eyes filled with tears of joy as I read Cooper's
message again to make sure I got it right.

-------

Skip's side of the story:

We got tired of waterskiing after a couple of hours and decided to take a
break. Cooper got us some sodas and donuts from the house and we settled on
lounge chairs at their private beach. We ran through all the fun of the day
and exulted at the way we showed the faggot his place. We laughed over and
over again how I had smeared his face with cum and made him lick my cock
clean, all the while my brother caught it on video.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Taylor asked.

"Oh yes, he'll be back. He's addicted to me," Coop said.

Tay and I were doubtful.

"Fuck, the way we treated him today;  I've never seen a guy humiliated like
that. He won't show his sorry face at your place anymore, Coop," I argued.

Cooper raised his Ray-Bans and gave me a paternal smile.

"Look, Skip. There are guys like you and me and Tay. We are natural
leaders; successful, cool and good-looking. And then there are guys like
the faggot. He has the natural urge to serve, and that makes my life
easier. I'm letting him do my chores and he takes my load whenever I want,
and he thanks me afterwards. And no matter how much I abuse him, he'll come
back for more."

I was just about to argue back when Coop's phone beeped for an incoming
text. It was unusual, as young people rarely text nowadays. Only adults and
losers send text messages. Cooper read the message anyway and totally
cracked up, I can tell you that. He laughed so hard he fell off his chair,
while Tay and me looked at him, puzzled.

"The fag... the fag... apologizes," he was finally able to splutter out,
lying on his back on the sand, feet propped on the lounge chair.

Cooper tried to read us the message, but he couldn't stop laughing, so he
handed the phone to me. After reading it I burst in laughter, too. It took
a quite a while for me to pull myself together so I was able to read the
fag's message aloud.

"Cooper, I am sorry about what happened today. I should have known better
than to take money from your mom. And sorry about your boxers. I will iron
them real well from now on. Your pal Rick."

We took turns reading the faggot's SMS over and over again, unable to stop
laughing. Finally Tay got an idea.

"Hey guys, how about sending him a reply!"

That sounded fun.

"Yeah? Got an idea?"

We agreed that each of us would write one sentence. Cooper was first. He
seemed a bit reluctant at first, but then he smiled and typed something.
Then it was Tay's turn. He snickered and did his part, handing the phone to
me.

I read what they had written so far.

"I accept your apology, Rick, it's all forgotten. But from now on I want
you to iron my socks too."

Yeah, that was funny, but a bit lame, I thought. Now I had to come up with
a masterpiece. I thought for a while... and got it. I typed my part and
pressed the "Send" button. I couldn't hold back laughter.

"Your reply is on the way to fag-mobile, Coop."

He seemed alert.

"What the fuck did you write, man?"

I just kept laughing and tossed him the phone. He read the whole message.

"You sonovabitch! I'll fucking kill you!" Cooper exclaimed and tried to
jump me. I bolted and he started to chase me along the waterline.

He caught me in the shallow water and we fell down in the warm sea,
wrestling and laughing and yelling. Tay ran down to us and jumped on my
back.

"What the hell did you write, bro? Tell me!"

"Oh, I just added a nice ending."

"What? Speak man," my brother laughed, squeezing my neck.

"I love you!"

"You did not. No fucking way! You're the best, Skip!"

We horsed around in the water until we got exhausted. We settled down on
the lounge chairs again. I just lay down on my back in the sun with my eyes
closed. It had been such a great day. I had proven myself to Tay and Coop
today and they treated me as their equal now.  I felt so proud and happy.
It was early summer, we were young and we had fun. Who could wish for more?

Well, except for one thing. I thought about the fag kneeling on the
bathroom floor at my feet. I saw the fear in his eyes when he looked up to
me, accepting my command. I felt a huge rush of power. And when I offered
him my cock, the fear in his eyes turned into lust. He was mine to use.

I had to move my hand down to cover my crotch as I felt my cock harden. I'm
not done with you, homo-boy. Not even close.

------

Rick's story continues:

"I love you!"

Tears ran down my cheeks. Cooper didn't just forgive me, he told me he
loved me. I felt so relieved and grateful. From now on, I would do anything
for him. He would have the smoothest socks in the world. I would clean his
toilet with my toothbrush if he wanted.

Next week at school I tried to be constantly aware of my surroundings to
avoid suddenly bumping into Skip and his friends. On the other hand, I
couldn't stop thinking about him. Skip was so much younger than me, but at
the same time so strong and confident. He was already a man, something I
would never become. And he was hot. I remembered how his cock tasted as it
slid back and forth between my lips, penetrating my mouth, while we looked
each other in the eyes, both of us knowing that this was how nature meant
things to be between us.

Next Saturday I went to Cooper's place do his chores. I was secretly hoping
for some kind of show of affection. I knew, of course, that a boy using a
cocksucker was in no way obliged to do anything back. But maybe a hug?

Cooper was as cool and indifferent as ever, and I didn't try to press him.
I knew he would tell me more about his feelings when he was ready. Until
then, it would be business as usual between us.

After I got his quarters cleaned, Cooper was ready for his blowjob. No
words were needed, he just looked at me and nodded. I went down on my knees
on his bedroom floor and  unbuckled his belt. When he stripped off his
t-shirt I noticed a new silver pendant hanging off his neck. It looked
really cool against his tanned skin.

"You've got a new necklace. It looks really good on you," I said, unzipping
his jeans.

He chuckled. For some reason he seemed to find my compliment amusing.

"Thanks. "

"Must've been expensive," I said, lowering his boxers to get his cock out.

He smiled.

"Yeah. It was a gift."

When we were done I thanked Cooper, gathered my things and left. I hopped
on my bike and was ready to take off, when a commanding voice made me
freeze.

"You there. Wait."

I turned around and saw a tall, handsome man approach me. Cooper's dad, his
aura told me. It seemed that Cooper had inherited most of his facial
features from his beautiful mother, while the attitude and self-assurance
came from his father's side. Cooper's dad radiated wealth and success and
clearly kept himself in excellent shape. Only a few grey stripes in his
half-long black hair hinted that he must be well over forty. He was dressed
in white cotton pants and a blue Oxford shirt, three top buttons unbuttoned.

He looked at me with the same amused arrogance as Cooper.

"You're the boy doing Cooper's chores, right?" he asked. His tone was
casual and friendly.

"Yes, Sir."

He laughed.

"That's my son, all right. Why bother doing dirty work, when you can make
other people do it for you? I guess he learned that from me. That's what
success is all about. Cooper's going to be a great leader some day."

I smiled.

"Yes Sir, I'm sure of that."

He laughed again, heartily.

"Men don't do washing and cleaning in our family. It's still hard for my
wife to understand."

I smiled politely.

"You're gay, right?"

Well, that was kind of unexpected. But I wanted to be honest with Cooper's
dad.

"Yes, Sir."

His expression turned suddenly cold and hostile.

He smiled and patted my shoulder.

"That's okay. I just wanted to know. Well, I gotta go," he said and took
car keys from his pocket. He pressed a remote and one of the doors of their
huge garage opened, revealing a silver Mercedes, waiting for the master of
the house take charge.

"You drive carefully now, son."

I smiled. Cooper's dad was really nice. He made me feel like a member of
the family.

----

My Monday in school was almost over, when Mickey, one of Skip's henchmen,
approached me in the hallway. He sneered at me and pointed over his
shoulder with his thumb.

"Skip wants to talk to you, so move."

To my own surprise I didn't move. I felt suddenly emboldened. I looked
Mickey straight in the eyes and replied coolly:

"If Skip wants to speak with me, he can come to see me. But I'm pretty busy
nowadays."

Mickey looked genuinely surprised. Sissies don't speak to tough boys like
that. But he kept his cool.

"Suit yourself," he said and walked away.

I felt triumphant. Yes, Skip still had the embarrassing video of me licking
cock, but if he threatened to spread it, I would turn to Cooper for help.
And he wouldn't let Skip beat me up. He was on my side.

Next morning I arrived at school just in time for biology class, feeling
fresh and ready for the challenges of a new week. I hadn't felt so
confident in school for ages. I walked through the hallway smiling and
greeting other kids and teachers.

When I got to the classroom, all the other kids were already seated. I was
momentarily puzzled as I saw there were no vacant desks left.

Then I saw Skip sitting at my desk. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt
that showed off his body nicely, snug blue jeans and a red-and blue
baseball cap turned backwards. His checkered canvas Vans – no socks – were
resting on my desk. He was flirting with Marina, a slutty chick known to be
willing to spread her legs for the popular guys of the school. Skip was
whispering something in her ear when he noticed me. He grinned and gave me
the come-here sign with his finger. I hesitated but obeyed. I had to stand
awkwardly in front of him for a long while, while he chewed gum and smirked
at me. Finally he broke the silence.

"You look sour. Been sucking a rotten cock?" he asked nonchalantly.

I felt my face turn red. Skip's comment had been loud enough to hush up the
conversation in the classroom. Other students watched us, waiting for
something to happen. Skip smiled broadly and let his gaze wander around his
audience, enjoying the attention. Marina and some of the other girls
giggled.

"Why the hell are you laughing? I'm worried about my friend's health. He's
such a talented cocksucker. You should give him a try, boys."

His comment drew disbelieving laughter in the classroom. Skip was just
about to continue when our teacher came in. He noticed Skip sitting at my
desk and me standing in front of him.

"And who is this young gentleman? I don't think you belong in this class."

Skip stood up and gave the teacher his most charming smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Summers. I'm on my way out. I just stopped by to compliment
Rick here on his oral performances. I enjoy them so much."

The whole class exploded in laughter.

Skip put his hand on my shoulder and whispered:

"You know our boxing gym?"

"No."

"Find out. Be there tonight at seven."

Then he left. I saw Marina stare at his butt as he strutted out, waving his
hand to the puzzled teacher.

The rest of the biology class went by in a fog. The news about Skip's
little show would spread like bushfire through the school during the next
recess. What should I do? Cooper would be pissed with me if I bothered him
with matters like this. After all, Skip was his friend, too. Finally I
admitted to myself that I had to obey Skip's order, or he would be back in
my class tomorrow.

------

I arrived at the Sunnydale boxing club gym at seven. The club appeared to
be a grim concrete building on the outskirts of our town amongst car
dealerships and porn shops. The front door was locked, so I sat down on the
stairs to wait. After a while the door opened and Skip peeked out. He
motioned for me to follow him. He was dressed in shiny red boxing shorts
and a black Muay Thai t-shirt.

Skip led me through a short hallway into the gym. He treated me like a
friend this time. He wrapped his sweaty arm around my shoulder and started
to show me around the large hall with three boxing rings, weight-lifting
equipment, exercise cycles, punching bags and piles of training pads.

"This is it," he explained proudly.

"This is where I practice and fight."

"Every Tuesday and Thursday we have general practice here. All the guys are
at the gym at the same time and the place becomes a mess, so every week two
of us are in charge of cleaning the gym after practice and locking things
up. This week it's me and Josh and you're gonna help us. I'll show you the
ropes. You'll swipe the floors and boxing rings' canvas and pick all trash
from the gym. But you can start here," he said, guiding me towards a side
door.

"You'll love this one," he said with a sly grin and ruffled my hair.

Then he opened the door and pushed me inside. The sight made me gasp. I had
stepped into a small and very crowded locker room, full of young fighters
in different states of undress. Some were sitting on the benches still
wearing their boxing shorts, untying their hand wraps, while some had
already showered and were toweling their well-trained bodies. The room was
hardly large enough for ten people, and there were about sixteen of them.
The room was hot and dank and the smell of young male sweat filled my
senses.

Skip chuckled at my astonishment.

"You can start by picking up trash and emptying the trash cans. When the
guys are done showering, you'll pick up all the towels into that laundry
bin over there and take it to the storage room," he said, pointing at a
door with his finger.

"Who's that?" one of the guys wanted to know.

"Oh, he's just a guy from our school. He promised to help me with the
chores. He'll be your towel boy tonight."

"Really? Fuckin' A, we've never had a towel boy in this shit-hole of a gym
before," the guy laughed.

Skip joined the general laughter while I stood sheepishly in the center of
everyone's attention.

"Enjoy the service, guys, he might not be around next time!"

"After everybody's gone you'll mop the floors. I'll be doing some more
workout in the gym. Meet me there," Skip instructed me and left me alone
with the guys.

I got some amused glances, but nobody was in the mood to ask any more
questions, so I started to pick up candy wrappings, band-aid pieces and
other trash off the floor. I had a very hard time trying to keep my eyes
off the young studs as I hunkered down amongst them. I knew that developing
a hard-on in that locker room would a very bad thing for my health. A naked
guy squeezed past me on his way to the shower. I could smell him as his
sweaty back brushed my arm.

I turned my eyes quickly to the opposite corner – only to see Josh, a nasty
and very vocal member of Skip's posse who was always ready to harass any
by-passing wimps. Josh was a tall, good-looking guy with long blond hair
and lean body. I often stole secret glances at him when he swaggered by in
the hallway in his tight jeans. Now he was stripping off his boxing shorts
and I was able to drink in his slim waist and strong legs. But what really
got my attention was his cock, swinging between his tanned thighs, when he
stood up and pulled down his compression shorts. It was the largest schlong
I had ever seen, and without doubt capable of satisfying even the most
demanding young females.

My eyes did a quick 3D-scan of the teenage sex-organ in front of me. The
data was rushed to the cocksucking task center of my brain and the results
came back immediately. Josh's cock, in a state of arousal, would be
approximately 9 inches long, exceeding the maximum capacity of my mouth. In
case I would be assigned to suck it, there would be a serious risk of
choking, the task center warned me.

While I was dreaming, Josh had pulled on a pair of tight white boxers. Then
he slipped into his shorts again. He sat down on the bench opposite me and
I directed my gaze to the floor. From a corner of my eyes I could see he
was tying the laces of blue and orange running shoes. Then he stood up
again, placing his earbuds on.

"I'm off for a run, ladies. You losers take a good rest now," he proclaimed
to his buddies. His boasting was met with laughter.

"Keep on running, Josh. I'll bet the coach will let you kiss his ass some
day!" one of the guys shot back.

Josh laughed too, showing his large white front teeth, and rushed out.

It didn't take long for the guys to shower and get dressed; obviously they
wanted to get out of the stinking and sweltering dressing room as quick as
possible. Some of the guys amused themselves by telling me to fetch them a
towel or a water bottle, or dropped their towels on the floor for me to
pick up, but basically they left me alone. I just went around after them,
picking up the wet towels.

When the locker room was finally empty, I looked at the black compression
shorts Josh had left on the bench. I glanced around quickly to make sure I
was alone and picked them up. They were moist with his sweat. A stiff
plastic cup was protecting the area were Josh's cock and balls would be
contained. Obviously kickboxers used these things instead of jock straps. I
pulled the cup out from its pocket and smelled it. I imagined Jock's cock
and balls sweating inside the cup as he drove his physics to the limit, and
my cock hardened. I stuck my tongue out and licked the plastic. The taste
of young ball sweat went to my head. For me the aroma of a straight boy's
masculinity was like dope. I couldn't get enough of it.

I resisted the temptation to jerk off with Josh's shorts and went back to
the gym. Skip was jumping rope in front of one of the large mirrors. He had
his earbuds on and he didn't notice me. I stood there for a while watching
him. He skipped the rope in a very fast pace, like a machine.
Tatap-tatap-tatap-tatap the rope went. He had probably been doing it for
quite a while already, as his neck and arms were glistening of sweat and
the black t-shirt was glued into his body.

I made myself visible by moving behind him so he could see me in the
mirror. I saw him glance at me, but he kept working the rope for a good ten
minutes. Then he stopped, let the rope fall on the floor and crouched down,
panting.

"Gimme water," he said.

I picked up his water bottle from the floor and handed it to him.

He drank greedily and threw the bottle back to me. Then he sat down on the
floor and took his shoes off. He got up, picked a pair of large blue
punching pads and threw them to me.

"Hold these for me."

I really didn't know what to do with the pads, but there were rubber
handles on the inner sides so I slipped my hands through them. Then I
lifted the heavy pads in front of my face, hoping they would protect me
from whatever was coming next.

"THUMP!"

The pad in my left hand backfired and punched me in the face, making me
stumble backwards.

"Goddamit! Hold it up, fucker!" Skip shouted at me angrily.

I held the pads up again and tried to take cover behind them. The pads
thumped and shook as Skip gave them lethal kicks over and over again. After
maybe thirty kicks he had finally enough. Then he

moved over to the boxing ring and jumped over the ropes effortlessly. He
pulled off his shirt, dropped it on the floor and leaned against the ropes.

"Come here."

I gulped. He wanted me to get in the ring with him. I felt my feet tremble.
Was he going to beat me? I had never been in a fight before, and Skip could
easily make pulp out of me if he wanted.

"Come here!" he repeated his order with a stern voice.

I climbed clumsily up. I can't imagine another place on earth as
frightening to me as a boxing ring. Real men like Skip fought there,
throwing punches and taking them, sweating, panting, cursing, spitting,
bleeding. It was no place for pussies, but there I stood now, not knowing
what to do.

Skip took some steps backwards and stopped, spreading his arms.

"Punch me in the face."

I was horrified.

"Skip, you know I'm no match for you. I'm a fag and a coward. Please don't
make me fight you," I pleaded.

He just laughed at me.

"Just punch me in the face as hard as you can. I won't hit back, I
promise," he said, putting his hands behind his back.

I hesitated, not knowing what to do. I knew he wasn't letting me out of the
ring without trying to punch him. But I didn't trust his promise not to
fight back.

Skip saw my hesitation and stepped closer, taunting me.


"Come on cum-dump, this is your chance of a lifetime. Remember how I
dropped a loogie in your pizza and made you eat it? Remember how I called
you a cocksucker in front of your class? Now you've got your chance for
payback, you queer piece of shit."


Rage filled my mind and blacked out my judgment. I leaped forward and took
a swing at Skip's grinning head. Before my pitiful punch landed, the head
disappeared from sight and my feet were swept off the floor by a hard kick.
I fell on my back on the canvas with a loud thump. The canvas was slightly
padded, so I didn't break any bones, but the wind was knocked out of me. My
back had hardly touched the floor when Skip landed on top of me. My arms
were trapped under his shins in a traditional school-boy pin.


I lay there, looking at the world the way the classic school-yard wimp sees
it: on his back on the ground, a stronger boy sitting comfortably on his
chest, grinning down at his helpless victim.


"You promised not to hit me," I moaned when I was able to catch a little
breath again.


Skip flashed me a shit-eating grin.


"Yeah. But I didn't say anything about kicking. That's called a sweep kick.
Watcha gonna do now?"

"You know I can't do anything."

"I could break your nose if I wanted to ," he said gleefully, raising his
bandage-covered fist.

"Please Skip, don't hurt me."

He laughed.

"Please don't hurt me Skip,"  he mimicked with a high girly voice,
unwrapping the red bands that were covering his hands. He threw the wraps
aside.

"I won't hurt you. But you gotta keep in mind something very, very
important," he said, with a friendly smile. His dimples made him look
absolutely adorable.

"Okay. What is it?" I smiled back, relieved.

Skip gave me a hard slap across the face. It hurt and tears welled up in my
eyes. He crouched down to whisper in my ear. I could feel his warm breath
on my cheek.

"Never disrespect me again, boy."

Then he sat back up and flashed me his irresistible boy-next-door smile
again.

"Now we're gonna have a nice little chat."

"Yes, Skip." My cheek was stinging and I didn't want him to hit me again.

He squeezed my unhurt cheek playfully.

"How long have you known you're a fag?"

"Since I was thirteen, I guess."

He laughed. Sweat dribbled down on my face off his body.

"Thirteen? How did it feel as a kid to realize you're a homo?"

"Scary. And shameful."

He laughed again. Then his expression turned serious and he looked me in
the eyes.

"How sick are you really? Do you want guys to fuck you in the ass?"

"No, I'm not into that."

"Do you wanna fuck guys in the ass then?"

"No."

"Well, what the fuck do you want?"

Time of truth. I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry.

"I guess I'm a blowjob kind of guy."

He laughed and squeezed my cheek again.

"A blowjob kind of guy? You mean you like to suck guys' dicks?"

"Yeah."

He laughed for a long time. Then he sneered down at me.

"You mean you wanna dig a sweaty dick out of a guy's jeans and put it
between your lips and start slurping?"

"Yeah."

"You really are a sick faggot, aren't you?"

"Yes, Skip."

"Did you like sucking my dick?"

"I liked it."

"You liked the taste of it?"

"Yes."

He grimaced.

"Oh, fuck. I'll never understand you fags."

"Do you think I'm hot?" he shot next.

"Yes, Skip. You're very hot," I answered truthfully.

"Yeah? You like my body? What part of it?"

I tried to swallow again. This was too much. I was completely at the
younger boy's mercy – and I loved it. Skip's warm, hard body on top of me
and his unashamed questioning had caused my dick to harden.

I had nothing to lose so I decided to let it all out.

"Well, I like your legs, Skip. And I love your cock and your abs and your
back and your biceps and your butt. And your face. And your hair. And your
attitude. And the way you smell."

He laughed.

"You like the way I smell, faggot?"

"Yeah. I like it very much."

He laughed, wiping tears off his eyes.

"Fuck, that's the sickest thing I've ever heard. I'm sitting on top of you,
all sweaty, not letting you go, and you get kicks out of my smell?" he
taunted me, sliding his crotch closer to my face.

"Yes," I croaked.

He leaned over to pick his t-shirt from the floor. He lifted his knees a
little and I could feel blood circle in my arms again. My hands were now
free, and without thinking, I  placed them on his thighs. They felt warm
and hard under my palms.

Skip started to wipe his body with the t-shirt. He took extra care wiping
his armpits, all the time grinning and looking me in the eyes.

"Take a good sniff of Skip, faggot," he said and pressed the shirt on my
face.

My face was buried in the warm and moist cradle of Skip's t-shirt and my
hands squeezed his thighs. The smell of him filled my senses. I couldn't
control myself anymore. Suddenly my body arched up so that Skip almost lost
his balance. Then I shot three spurts of warm cum in my pants.

Skip looked surprised, probably thinking I was trying to fight him back.
But then he saw the embarrassment in my face and burst into laughter,
throwing his head back, his short ponytail shaking.

"Holy fuck, faggot, sniffing my shirt made you wet your pants!".

He laughed for a long time. I wanted to change the subject and asked meekly:

"Do you want a blowjob now, Skip?"

"No. I've got other plans for you today. And I don't want you to call me
Skip anymore. We're not equal. Got it?"

"Yes, Skip."

He frowned. I realized my mistake immediately.

"Do I have to slap you in the face again?"

"No, I'm sorry. Please. I'll call you anything you want, just tell me," I
pleaded.

"Good. Now let's see. What shall you call me from now on...?

He put his finger on his lips and pondered his decision for a while. Then
he smiled.

"Yeah. From now on you'll call me Boss any time you speak to me.
Understood?"

"Yes, Boss."

He stood up.

"Pick my shirt and follow me. We've got to get you cleaned for your next
assignment.

I did as I was told and followed him to the locker room. He turned around
and gave me a condescending once-over.

"Get rid of the pants you soiled and get clean ones. There's a lost and
found basket in the supply room. And hurry up."

"Yes, Boss."

I went through the pile of clothing the guys had left behind. I found a
pair of loose green boxers that seemed to be about my size and didn't seem
to be too dirty. Then I took a quick shower and returned to the locker room
where Skip sat waiting for me. He smiled when he saw my boxers.

"You look almost human."

"Now, I'll tell you what's gonna happen next."

"Josh and I think you'd make a pretty good towel boy for us. Nothing much,
you'll just take care of our cleaning shifts. And you can watch the guys in
the locker room for free. Just don't get caught. They might beat you up
pretty bad."

"I don't know, Skip. I mean Boss. Sorry. I've got a lot of homework
nowadays. And I do Cooper's chores on weekends."

He snickered.

"He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

He paused for a while to let his next words sink in properly.

"You won't be seeing Cooper anymore."

I was thunderstruck. That couldn't be! But when I looked into Skip's green
eyes, I knew he was telling me the truth.

Skip paused for a moment again. He was enjoying this.

"Coop's dad told him he didn't want his son to hang out with faggots. It
might hurt his reputation. He hired their gardener's daughter to do Coop's
housework. I've seen her, she's a hot little chica. Coop will have his hand
in her panties in no time."

I fought back tears. Skip saw it and pretended to be sympathetic.

"Aww, you're sad now."

I couldn't help sobbing.

"We... we were getting along so fine. And he..."  I didn't finish the
sentence as I didn't want to share our intimate secrets with Skip.

He snickered.

"And he told you he loves you? Dude, I wrote that."

"You?" I sniffled.

"Yeah. It was a great little prank, don´t you think?"

Skip tousled my hair.

"You'll get over it. And Coop said he might still use you sometimes when he
needs to dump a load. But now you've got plenty of time to work for Josh
and me."

"But first you gotta pass a test."

I moaned. I had had enough for one day.

"What kind of test?"

"You're gonna give Josh a blowjob. He wants head really bad, but chicks get
scared when they see his cock. I told him you would eat it or die trying."

I thought about Josh's monster. Trying to swallow it might well end in me
being buried.

We had to wait fifteen more minutes for Josh to return. Meanwhile I had to
listen Skip's juvenile boasting about his success in sports and chasing
girls.

"I just told her to shut up and spread her legs. Then I stuffed my hard rod
in her cunt and started to..."

The door opened and an exhausted Josh came in. He crouched down for a
while, catching his breath. Then he peeled off his t-shirt and sat down on
the bench, spreading his long legs. He breathed heavily with his eyes
closed.

"I've got the homo all warmed up for you, bro. I'm gonna hit the shower
now," Skip said, dropped his shorts and underwear on the floor and left me
alone with Josh.

I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on the bench, watching him slowly
recover from the hard exercise. I watched his breast and flat abdomen move
steadily with his breathing. Josh's sweaty frame was skinnier than Cooper's
and Skip's, but he had enough wiry muscles to be proud of. His torso was
completely hairless. I observe boys all the time but I had never before
realized how good-looking Josh really was. I didn't mind just watching him
there, but I felt uneasy about what was coming next. Josh expected to
receive a blowjob from me. How rough would he be? I just had to wait to
find out. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to me, he broke the
silence and spoke with his eyes still closed.

"There's an energy bar in the side pocket of my backpack."

"You want me to get it for you?" I realized immediately it was a stupid
question.

Josh let out a raspy chuckle.

"Well, what do you think, moron?"

I found the energy bar, opened the wrapping and handed it to Josh. He
munched it with his eyes closed, sipping water from his bottle. Then he
crumpled the wrapping and flipped it to the floor with his thumb.

"Take my shoes off."

This command was hard to misunderstand, so I kneeled down in front of him
and opened the bright orange laces of his running shoes. I felt a wave of
heat on my face when I pulled his shoes off. I wondered if he expected me
to remove his socks. Better ask.

"Want me to take your socks off, too?"

Josh sighed.

"How fucking stupid can a guy get?"

That wasn't exactly an answer to my question, but I peeled his white
sweat-soaked ankle socks carefully off. I was a bit worried. This didn't
start well. If Josh would be displeased with me when I had to suck him off,
he might treat me really bad. I looked at his feet. They were flushed and
seemed to be slightly swollen from the long run. I looked up.

"Your feet seem sore. I could rub them for you."

Josh opened his eyes. He gave me a lopsided smile.

"You wanna rub my feet? Okay."

I lifted his right foot up and started to gently massage it between my
fingers. His sweaty foot felt warm and nice on my hand. It also looked
delicious and I felt tempted to taste it. I didn't dare to do that, though,
as it might have freaked him out.

Skip came out from the shower, drying his body with a towel.

"Well well, you two are getting along fine already."

Josh snickered.

"He's stupid. But he's obedient, and I like that."

"Yeah, me too. Coop trained him well."

"But you guys need to get things going; the janitor will be here later
tonight. I'll get dressed and keep watch for you. I'll do some homework in
the office. Try not to kill him," Skip laughed.

I kept massaging Josh's feet, looking up every now and then to make sure he
enjoyed the rub. He lifted his arms up, stretching his taut body. He felt
his right shoulder with his left hand and grimaced. I came to think of the
massage table I saw in the storage room.

"I could massage you shoulders, too."

Josh pondered his answer for a while.

"Yeah, I guess you could do that."

I got up and picked a pile of clean towels from the closet.

"Follow me, please."

Josh followed me to storage room and waited while I covered the table with
two of the towels. I folded the rest of the towels together and placed them
on the head rest as a pillow. I stepped aside to let Josh settle on the
table. He hesitated for a moment but stripped then his shorts off so he was
wearing only boxers. Then he lay down on the table, rested his head on the
towel-pillow and waited for my service to begin. I had to pause for a
moment to admire the scene. A real young stallion was lying there, his long
blond bangs covering his tanned shoulders. A tempting canyon between his
back muscles ran down towards his butt that was covered only by tight white
Diesel boxers. Even in a state of rest Josh's butt was firm and tight. I
hoped he would let me feel it.

I slid my fingers carefully under his blond locks to reach his shoulders. I
felt them gently with my fingers. His skin was warm and smooth and the
dried sweat made it feel slightly sticky. He didn't flinch so I picked up
courage and started to massage his shoulders with more power. I had touched
Scotty's, Cooper's and Skip's body in most intimate ways, but never before
had a boy offered his body for me this way, as on a tray, to be worshiped.
I decided to make the best of it, come hell of high water.

Slowly, very slowly, I let my hands work down Josh's back, making sure to
treat every inch of his skin. The canyon was still moist with his sweat,
and he didn't stop me when I let my finger wander back and forth in it.
That wasn't exactly shoulder massage anymore, but we both seemed to enjoy
it.

That made me bold enough to test more waters. I moved back to his broad
shoulders, leaned down and licked tentatively the skin between his shoulder
blades. That made him flinch a little and I paused to see if he would tell
me to stop. He didn't, so I stuck my tongue properly out and licked the
moist canyon. His fresh sweat tasted like warm seawater. I kept on licking
downwards, at the same time massaging his back with my fingers. Finally my
tongue reached the wide red waistband of his boxers.

Moment of truth. I placed my fingers on his buttocks and started to rub
them. I felt his muscles tense sharply but he didn't tell me to stop. The
mounds eased gradually as I worked them, making circles with my thumbs.
Then I took a deep breath and pulled his boxers gently below his buttocks.
Without cover they looked even sexier. He seemed to have done some naked
sunbathing as his butt was only slightly less tanned than his back. The
mounds were completely hairless, and I wondered if he had bothered to shave
them. Josh was probably vain enough to do that. I couldn't blame him; these
two wonders of nature deserved all imaginable pampering.

Without the cotton between my fingers and Josh's buttocks I could apply
more pressure on his skin and properly massage the apple-like muscles. I
was careful not to enter the area between them; I was sure he wouldn't have
appreciated that. Instead I felt emboldened enough to taste my newly found
treasures. I leaned down and kissed the highest points of both of his butt
muscles and let my tongue wander on them, worshiping his beautiful behind
like any dedicated high school homo would have done in my place.

I would have loved to spend more time with Josh's butt, but I didn't know
how long he would allow me to warm him up before the unavoidable
face-fucking I was going to receive. I kissed his both buttocks once more
lovingly and moved down to the delicious skin of his springy thighs, past
his knees until reached his calves, the only visible part of his body with
some hair. Finally I lifted his feet one after another and kissed and
licked the magnificent arches. Josh was a beautiful young stud, and I felt
privileged for being allowed to clean the jock sweat off his feet with my
tongue.

Then came the moment of my judgment. Josh rolled over and sat up with the
effortless movement of an athlete. He pulled his boxers all the way down
and let them fall on the floor. Then he settled down on the table on his
back, with his hands clasped behind his head.

"Start loving my cock, faggot."

That was an assignment I could not misunderstand, as the star of the
evening was resting on Josh's belly, pointing up in all its glory. He had
shaved his pubic area almost entirely, leaving only a neat stubbly triangle
of dark blond hair at the root of his love-machine. Seeing the huge organ
in combat readiness I realized immediately that I could never suck it to
the root. I just had to do my best to satisfy Josh without it. I climbed on
the table and he spread his thighs so that I could settle myself between
them. I took his cock between my fingers and gave the shaft a respectful
kiss. Then I licked it all the way from the root to the dome, caressing his
smooth abdomen with my free hand. Josh let out a sigh. A good sign, I
thought, as I attentively lapped every inch of his schlong. Precum oozed
out of the piss slit, oiling my lips and cheeks as I closed my lips around
the glans and started to suck it like my life depended on it – and it did.

"Mmmmm..." Josh moaned. I felt his strong hand grab my neck.

To my relief he didn't try to force his love muscle deeper into my mouth. I
might still walk out of this room alive, I thought. I just had to use all
my cocksucker tricks to please him well. I sucked and sucked, all the time
rubbing the root area gently with my fingers. Then I suddenly remembered
something. Fuck, I almost forgot his balls, and I'm the best ball-licker of
the industrialized world!

I gave Josh's cock a break and lifted his low-hanging ball sack gently. I
cleaned the clean-shaven skin from his ball sweat with my tongue and
caressed his almonds passionately with my lips. Scotty and Cooper loved it
when I worked the area between their ball sack and thighs, and Josh wasn't
an exception. He tousled my hair almost lovingly as I spread his thighs and
stuck my tongue into the steamy intersection. I serviced him there until he
grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I looked up for instructions, but he
just hooked his knee and pressed my chest with his foot. I managed to take
hold of the table so I didn't fall down on my back. Josh jumped off the
table and stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.

"I'm gonna feed you my cum now, boy."

I just nodded and kneeled down. I took hold of his hose and started to suck
it desperately. My jaw was aching and my lips were numb but there would be
no rest before Josh reached his climax. He did what I expected him to do
and started to make thrusts with his pelvis. I grabbed his ass and rubbed
his mounds while he fucked my face. I was able to take most of his cock in
now, but I didn't even try to take all of it. I hoped he wouldn't force me.

And Josh didn't. He kept fucking but stopped his thrusts skillfully just
before reaching the critical point. After only two or three minutes he
surprised me even more. He tightened his grip around my neck and started to
shoot teen cum into my mouth. I had done it! I rubbed the root of his cock
to milk every drop of jizz out of the magnificent sex organ in my mouth.
And there was a lot of it. Josh's cum was slimier than any semen I had
tasted so far and it would be hard to swallow. But the taste was strong and
masculine and I decided I would eat his cum for breakfast every morning if
possible.

"Don't swallow until I tell you," Josh grunted as he pulled his cock slowly
out of my mouth.

He grinned down at me.

"Thanks, faggot. You're one helluva cocksucker. Now show me my load."

I opened my mouth a little to show him his cum.

"Taste good?"

I closed my mouth and nodded.

He pretended to frown.

"Well, aren't you gonna thank me then?"

I nodded.

"I don't hear anything."

I tried to speak without spilling his cum.

"Fang ew wosh."

He let out a boyish giggle.

"You're welcome, faggot."

"You were afraid I'd kill you, weren't you?"

I nodded.

"You thought I'd be ready to go to jail for killing a fag? You really are
stupid, aren't you?"

I nodded again.

"I'm glad you admit it. You may swallow now."

I managed to swallow every drop of his cum under his keen observation. Then
he picked up his boxers and pulled them on.

"Get your face cleaned and come to the locker room."

I gave my face a quick wash in the dirty sink of the storage room and
returned to the locker room where Skip was already waiting for me. I heard
water running in the showers.

Skip grinned when he saw me.

"Hard day, eh?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Must be hard being a homo."

"Sometimes, yes," I said and sat down on the bench opposite him.

Josh appeared from the shower after a while with a towel around his slim
waist, looking fresh and content. He sat down beside Skip.

"Stand up, faggot," Skip said matter-of-factly.

I did.

"You passed the test," Josh said.

"We are willing to make you our senior cocksucker and towel boy."

Skip said:

"If you serve us well, we won't be harassing you at school any more. And
nobody else will either, as long as you work for us."

"Well, waddya say, boy? Josh asked.

I didn't need much time to think. Getting indisputable protection at school
was a very tempting idea for a coward like me. And in spite of all the
tormenting and humiliating, I enjoyed enormously serving these hot
youngsters. And this time they didn't just order me, they made it sound
like an offer.

"Yes, Boss."

------

I served the rest of my high school years as Josh's and Skip's towel boy
and senior cocksucker. That is not to say that they had any junior
cocksuckers; they just wanted to make a point of the fact that they had an
older boy servicing them. They treated me very well. I had to clean the gym
only about every eighth week, and I got along with the other boys really
well, too. I enjoyed their company and started to spend more and more time
at the gym even when I had no duties. Pretty soon the boys figured out that
I'm gay, of course, but they were really cool about it. I had to listen to
lots of fag jokes in the locker room, of course. But sometimes one of the
boys would ask my opinion about his body or what kind of underwear he
should buy. I was happy to help. Sometimes the guys even gave me small tips
when I ran to the gas station to buy them drinks or cleaned their shoes
while they practiced.

Eventually two of the guys asked Josh and Skip if I would suck their dick.
They agreed, but insisted that the guys used a condom, as they didn't want
foreign cum in their cocksucker's mouth. They charged the guys fifty bucks
a load – and let me keep ten. Thanks, Skip and Josh!"


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