Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 10:20:17 +0800
From: Ben Coolen <bencoolen1212@gmail.com>
Subject: Scottys Tailor 9

Scotty's Tailor

By Ben C.

This story contains sexual acts between young males (t/t, oral, mast, dom).
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Chapter 9


Cooper had instructed me to do his chores on Saturday. I knew he slept late
on weekends, so I didn't arrive until 11. Last weekend I began cleaning his
place while he was still sleeping. Without thinking, I started the vacuum
cleaner in the living-room which naturally woke him up. He was pissed and
chewed me down for good. Well, I've got to admit he had a good reason to do
so. It was a stupid mistake and I didn't want to repeat it.

I was just parking my bicycle against the wall of Cooper's bungalow when
the front door opened. A tall, beautiful blonde girl stepped out, with
Cooper in tow, holding the girl's hand. He was dressed just in light blue
Diesel boxer trunks, a very sexy piece of underwear I had washed and gently
ironed many times. I had seen Cooper in various states of undress countless
times by now. Still I always enjoyed the sight of his tanned slim body.

At the doorway the blonde turned around to give Cooper a kiss. He responded
eagerly, wrapping his arms around the girl's waist. It became a long and
passionate kiss. Cooper felt the girl's breast with his hand. The blonde
let her hands slide down slowly on Cooper's muscled back, until they cupped
his butt. I noticed a fresh purple hickey on Cooper's neck and felt an
immediate rush of jealousy. He would never allow me to suck his neck!

Finally the teens broke their kiss, looking each other in the eyes. Cooper
grinned.

"Thanks for the night, honey."

The girl cooed.

"I should thank you, Cooper. I can barely walk."

Cooper laughed, pleased with himself.

Then he noticed me and frowned.

"What the fuck are you staring at us there, dude. Go inside."

I slipped quickly in through the open door. I heard the girl giggle behind
me:

"Who's that?"

"Never mind, baby. Just a dork."

The air inside Cooper's apartment was heavy. I could smell booze and
weed. It was dim as the blinds were closed, but I could faintly see two
figures lying on the large L-shaped couch. The figures were wrapped in
blankets and seemed to be sleeping.

I sneaked by the sleeping strangers, opened a window to let some fresh air
in and pulled a string to open the shutters. Sunlight flooded the room. I
could now take a better look at the two figures on the couch. The other one
seemed to be woken up by the sunlight. He sat up, cursing. It was Taylor, a
skater pal of Cooper's. The blanket covered most of his lower body but I
could see he was naked.

"What the fuck is happening here?" he asked. He was clearly suffering a
hangover.

"Sorry, man. I had to open the window and let some fresh air in."

"Who the fuck are you then?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm Rick. A friend of? I mean, I came to help Cooper to
clean up his place."

The guy let out a raspy chuckle.

"Yeah, I can see this place needs some cleaning all right. Don't let me
hold you back, dude."

I looked around. He was right. The living room was a mess, the table
covered with empty beer cans and chip bags. There were more beer cans and
an empty bottle of vodka on the floor. Hoodies and t-shirts and socks were
scattered on the floor. And a pink bra and matching pink panties!

The panties and the bra had an owner, too, I discovered, when a red-haired
head appeared behind Taylor's shoulder. She didn't look nearly as hot as
Cooper's chick. Well, that was just fair in my opinion; though Taylor was
an athletic and a good-looking guy, Cooper had the stunning looks and the
special attitude to make a first-class score. I felt proud for him.

"Mornin' honey!" Taylor greeted her cheerfully.

"Where am I?" she moaned.

He laughed.

"You're among friends, don't you remember? You were trying to hitchhike at
the corner of 3rd and Main. You told us you had a fight with your boyfriend
so we gave you a ride. And what a ride we had, baby!"

Our conversation seemed to have woken up the other sleeper, too. A tuft of
blond hair popped out from the folds of the blanket, followed by a
head. The guy rubbed his eyes, groaning:

"Yeah, I heard you two motherfuckers having a ball. I could hardly
sleep. And now I feel like shit."

Taylor laughed.

"No wonder, little man. You glugged that fucking vodka-orange like
water. We had to help you inside."

"Ohh fuck", the guy cursed. He turned his head towards me and I recognized
him immediately. Oh shit, not him!  A guy I definitely did not want to
meet: Skip, Taylor's little brother.

The kid looked like an angel.  And he was a mean bastard for all that I
knew. I had seen him pushing around other kids in the school yard, and once
I witnessed him slap another boy after school for no reason at all, while
his friends cheered. Skip loved the crowd's attention.

Skip was maybe 5 ft 10". He excelled in combat sports, and all the
countless hours of merciless exercise had formed his young body strikingly
tight, the kind they call otter mode. He had a strawberry blond hair that
he kept tied back in a short ponytail. He seemed to have a cocky smile
permanently glued on his pretty face. Me and the other school wimps always
tried to stay clear from Skip and his posse to avoid verbal abuse or worse.

I saw him in action once when their kickboxing club held an exhibition
match at our school. He looked incredibly hot fighting in the ring
shirtless, his ripped body gleaming with sweat. I drank in the sight of his
hard sixpack, springy legs and V-shaped back while he danced around his
opponent, exchanging punches and effortless high kicks. His small buttocks
were covered by the loose fitting boxing shorts he was wearing, but I could
see that they were solid and strong, moving up and down in pace with his
movements.

"Who's that?" Skip asked.

"Meet Cooper's little helper."

"Yeah? Well helper, go get me a glass of cold water."

I was well aware that guys like Scotty, Cooper and Skip took it for granted
that other people did all kinds of favors for them, but taking orders from
a younger kid felt annoying. However, talking back to Skip was out of the
question for me, so I went to the kitchenette like a good boy, and filled a
large glass with cold water. I took the glass to the living room and handed
it to Skip. He took it without thanking me and drank greedily. When the
glass was empty he burped and handed it back to me.

The girl had managed to find her panties and slip them on under the cover
of the blanket. Then she sat up, still wrapped in the blanket, and searched
until she found her bra. She tried to cover her breast with the blanket and
wriggle the bra in place simultaneously; a very difficult task. Skip saw
his chance and leaned quickly over. He got hold of the blanket and pulled
it down, revealing her boobs. He let out an admiring "all right!" as the
girl rushed to the bathroom, covering her breasts with the untied bra.

Taylor and Skip whistled and laughed at the girl's misery, but I felt sorry
for her; this was probably not one of her best Saturday mornings.

Finally Skip had enough of his fun; he sat up on the couch and let the
blanket fall down. My eyes widened. I had never seen him so scantily
dressed. He was wearing only form-fitting red-blue-and-yellow Superman
boxers. His package was stretching the large "S" logo in the front of the
underwear. Nice, I thought to myself. Skip spread his legs and stretched
his taut frame like a guy who is absolutely confident about his body and
likes to show it off. I let my eyes wander on him, from his biceps to his
rock-hard abs, down to his strong thighs and legs and back to his groin. I
wouldn't mind getting my hands on him, I thought to myself. Skip shot a
suspicious glance at my direction and I turned my eyes quickly to the
floor.

Cooper came in. He sat down in an armchair and snapped his fingers at me.

"I'm gonna take a shower when Tay's bitch is gone. Get me clean towels. And
change my bed sheets, they've got cum stains."

Taylor and Skip laughed at his blunt command.

"Fuck, Coop, you've got a servant! What's the deal with him?" Skip asked
admiringly.

Cooper chuckled.

"Fuck deals."

I blushed and rushed to Cooper's walk-in closet to get him fresh towels. I
chose two large white ones made of soft Egyptian cotton and folded them on
a stool next to the bathroom door. Then I went to the bedroom and took out
the worn sheets. Yes, there were clear stains of teen bodily fluids. I
could see Taylor and Skip grinning at me when I moved across the living
room carrying Cooper's dirty sheets. Cooper pretended not to pay any
attention to me.

Finally the girl came out from the bathroom still in her underwear. The
boys welcomed her with cheers and cat-calls.

"Can I have a piece of that ass too, honey? I'm so fucking horny, listening
you two fuck like animals right next to me," Skip exclaimed.

The embarrassed girl gathered the rest of her clothes, put them hastily on
and left without goodbyes. Nobody asked her how she was going to get home.

Cooper stood up, dropped his boxers on the floor and went to the bathroom
for his shower. Without thinking, I picked up his underwear, to the great
amusement of Skip and his brother.

"Can you believe this, bro? I've never seen a loser like that. Are you a
fag, dude?" Skip wanted to know.

I retreated into Cooper's bedroom without answering him. I guess he knows
the answer already, I told myself.

I didn't want to go back to the living-room with the boys, but it didn't
take me long enough to get Cooper's bed made, so I had no choice. I took a
garbage bag and started to pick up the cans and other trash. Skip and
Taylor observed my work with amusement, occasionally pointing out pieces of
junk that I had missed.

Cooper came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his slim waist,
drying his long black locks with another towel.

I took a cloth and started to wipe the table. Skip was resting his bare and
rather dirty feet on it; he didn't bother to move them when I cleaned the
table around them.

"Umm, Skip, could you move your feet so I can wipe the table?" I asked.

Skip didn't move. He just looked at me, grinning. I gave Cooper a pleading
look, but he kept drying his hair, showing no interest. I was on my own.

"Skip, could you move your feet a bit," I asked again.

Skip gave me a condescending smile.

"Ask me nice, dude."

I took a deep breath.

"Skip, could you please be kind enough to move your feet for me?"

"No. But you can move them if you want."

Taylor and Cooper laughed at Skip's cheekiness.

I sighed.

"Sure."

I took hold of Skip's ankles and moved his feet gently a few inches so I
was able to wipe the table. Touching the younger boy's warm skin sent a
shiver through my spine.

Taylor and Cooper snickered. Skip looked happy with the attention of the
older boys.

Cooper got up and went to his bedroom, but emerged back almost immediately,
looking angry. He was holding a pair of his Abercrombie boxers between his
fingers.

"Dude. What the fuck is this?"

I was speechless.

"Well, it's a pair of your clean boxers," I managed to stammer.

"Yeah. They're clean all right. But what are you supposed to do after
washing them?"

I gulped.

"Iron them. And I did."

"Well, what the fuck is this then," he said pointing a spot in the white
cotton with his finger.

"It's a wrinkle, I guess." I said meekly. I remembered doing the ironing in
a rush because I had to hurry home for supper with my grandparents.

"Well that's right dude, it's a fucking wrinkle, and there's another
fucking wrinkle. You know I hate wrinkles in my underwear. Go iron them,"
he said and threw the boxers towards me. They landed on the table.

Taylor and Skip burst into laughter.

"Way to go, Coop!" Skip almost screamed.

Cooper grinned back.

"It's hard to find good housekeepers these days."

I picked up the boxers and took them to the laundry room - a place very
familiar to me by now. I placed Cooper's boxers on the ironing board and
waited for the iron to heat up, when a female voice behind my back startled
me.

"Well, hello there."

I turned around and saw a beautiful dark-haired woman standing in the
doorway. She didn't need to introduce her to me, because her remarkable
facial features, sparkling eyes and slim figure told me immediately that
she was Cooper's mom. She was probably in her early forties but still
gorgeous. I could also sense the same commanding presence that his son had.

"Oh, hi, Mam," I stammered.

She smiled at my embarrassment.

"Take it easy, kid. I've seen you around here on weekends. You've been
doing Cooper's wash and cleaning his place, right?"

I blushed.

"Well, yes, I've been helping him around a bit. You know, he's so busy with
school and sports and stuff."

She laughed, looking at the boxers on the ironing board.

"Yeah, right. I know he has his way of talking people to run errands for
him, but this is something I haven't seen before. By the way, I'm Vanessa",
she said, extending her hand to me. I shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mam. I'm Rick."

"Look, Rick, I don't know what's going on between you two, but I have to
thank you for settling our fight over Cooper's chores. This is not exactly
what I had in mind, but I have to admit that he is taking care of his own
laundry now, and I'm satisfied with that. Are you getting any compensation
for this?"

I thought about all the times Cooper had let me suck his dick.

"Oh yes, he's been really kind to me."

She looked amused.

"I know my son, Rick; he hasn't paid you a dime. He loves money and all the
things he can buy with it. I'm afraid we have spoiled him."

She reached into her Vuitton handbag and took out a purse.

"Oh, please Mam, I mean Vanessa, you don't need to give me anything."

Cooper's mom didn't pay any attention to my protests. She took out some
bills without counting them and pressed them into my hand.

"You've been working for our family. We can afford a little tip. Bye,
Rick," she said and left. Soon I heard the engine of their Porsche SUV roar
as she took off.

I counted the money. There were two fifty dollar bills, two twenties and
two fivers. Hundred and fifty bucks! Talk about a tip, I chuckled to
myself. I could really use some extra money, as my mom's business was slow
due to the rough times.

Now I was finally able to buy myself new sneakers; the ones I was wearing
had holes in them. And I needed a new pair of jeans, too. Nothing fancy, of
course; I usually did my shopping at the local thrift store, so I could
probably afford something nice for mom, too.

I walked back to the bungalow, beaming. Cooper was waiting for me at the
porch with his arms crossed, flexing his biceps. He was dressed in
low-hanging board shorts that showed nicely his flat lower abdomen. I
noticed he had trimmed his love-trail since I last saw him.

"I saw my mom go after you. What the fuck did she want?"

I chuckled.

"Well, she wanted to know who I am and I told her I was helping you around
a bit. And then she gave me a tip."

Cooper lifted his dark eyebrows.

"A tip? Show me."

I showed him the money. He snatched the bills from my hand, folded them and
slid them under the waistband of his shorts. I was stunned. Cooper saw the
anger on my face.

"Don't you fucking dare to look at me like that, dude. You'd never gotten
this money without me. And I've got expenses, so deal with it."

Cooper went in and left me standing there with his ironed boxers in my
hands.

-------

Cooper's side of the story:

"I went inside, thinking about the faggot. He's been so damned sloppy
lately. Last weekend he woke me up with his vacuum cleaner. And now he
expects me to wear fucked-up boxers, for chrissake!

But this time he screwed up real good. If I hadn't seen mom go after him,
he would've kept the money. Motherfucker comes to my house and tries to
steal my cash!

Well, I was smart enough to stop the greedy bastard. Now I've got enough
dough to buy the silver pendant I saw at the mall. Two hundred and forty
bucks for a necklace - being me is expensive.

But the faggot! I've been so nice to him and this is how he thanks me. He
needs a lesson, that's for sure. Hmm?

Yeah, got it. Skip's a great young dude and he knows how to handle
losers. I'll let him have some fun with the homo. But first I gotta warm
Skip up well so he'll be in the right mood?"

-----

Rick's story continues:

I sat on the porch stairs for a good fifteen minutes, trying to cool
off. With great difficulty I was finally able to relent. Cooper told me he
had some expenses, so he probably needs the money more than me. I don't
want to get him in any trouble. And I definitely want to keep sucking his
dick.

I sneaked in, trying to avoid the boys, planning to clean the bathroom
next, but Cooper called me.

"Dude, come here. Sit down."

I walked hesitantly to the living room and sat down on a corner of the
couch.

"Skip, how're you feeling?" Cooper asked.

"All right, I guess. Still hungover, though."

Cooper chuckled.

"Yeah, well, you'll live. But you know Skip, it just occurred to me that
you're the only one of us three who didn't get laid last night. I suppose
you're still a virgin, right?"

Skip raised his voice to defend his manhood.

"Fuck no, Coop. I'm no virgin, I've fucked bitches all right."

"That right?" Cooper asked, looking at Taylor.

"He's right, man," Taylor backed up his brother.

"Last year we took him to Mexico with my cousin. We bought him a hooker
there. She showed me the used condoms."

"Yeah, that was cool. She liked me and let me have another go for free. She
told me I've got a big polla," Skip bragged. From the size of the bulge in
his boxers I could tell that he wasn't lying.

"And I love pussy. Just can't get enough of it. Girls in our school are so
fucking uptight. I sure could use some now, listening to Tay banging his
bitch," Skip said, making thrusts with his hips.

"How about using my cocksucker?" Cooper suggested matter-of-factly.

Taylor laughed.

"I kinda expected that one, Coop."

Skip seemed to be totally lost.

"You know what he's talking about, Tay?"

Taylor snickered back.

"Yeah, I know. Coop told me about the cocksucker. And I used a fag myself
to get my rocks off too, when I was at your age, Skip."

"Really? How did you do that?"

Taylor chuckled.

"That was easy. Found me a fag and told him to kneel down."

Skip wrinkled his eyebrows.

"That's your cocksucker, Coop?" he asked, nodding his head towards me. He's
not stupid, I thought to myself.

"Yeah. He'll give you head if you want," Cooper said.

"Shit, that fag Robinson made a pass at me at the locker room last year and
I just punched him. He'd probably given me a blowjob if I'd let him. Fuck,
it didn't cross my mind then."

"He's yours to use, if you want, Skip."

Skip looked at me judgingly.

"No. A faggot like him can't get this fuck-machine hard," Skip proclaimed,
groping his package.

Cooper chuckled.

"Yeah, right. That's what I told Scotty, too. I know better now. The fag
knows his business, I can tell you that."

"This gun is reserved for ladies. But thanks for the offer, Coop."

Cooper mused for a while.

"How about a bet?"

Skip looked suspicious.

"What kind of bet?"

"We'll give him five minutes to work with you. If he gets you hard, you'll
pay me fifty bucks. If not, I'll pay you a hundred."

"A hundred bucks? Fuck."

Skip bit his lip. Then a sly boyish smile appeared on his face. He looked
really cute.

"This stays between us, right?"

"Of course," Cooper and Taylor assured him.

Skip seemed to think hard.

"And there's gotta be rules. He's not allowed to touch me above this line,"
he declared drawing a line with his finger just under his pecs.

"I can go with that," Cooper said.

"And I'll keep my boxers on."

"What? How the fuck are we able to see if you've got a boner then?"

Skip chuckled and tapped his package gently with his finger.

"You can tell when this big boy gets hard, all right. But it won't."

Cooper thought for a while.

"Okay, I'm in."

He turned to look at me.

"Don't disappoint me, dude. If you do, you owe me a hundred bucks."

Cooper pointed at the sports watch on his wrist.

"Ready, Skip?"

Skip leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. He looked at me,
with a confident smile on his face.

"Ready."

"Dude?"

I got up, moved the table aside and kneeled down at Skip's feet. All the
eyes in the room were now focused on me and the younger boy's
Superman-covered sex organ.

"Ready."

"On my count."

Cooper looked at his watch.

"One, two, three, GO!"

I decided to start with a surprise attack to get Skip's defense down. I
looked at his bare feet. They were dirty and the idea of oral contact with
them wasn't too pleasant, but I couldn't risk losing a hundred bucks. And
from my experience with Cooper I knew how a cocky young guy likes it when
another dude shows him his total submission and devotion to service. I took
a hold of Skip's right ankle, lifted it up and kissed the instep his foot,
looking straight into his eyes. His eyes widened. He wasn't expecting
anything like that. Then I gave the arch of his foot a long lick.

"Holy fuck, the fag is licking my foot! A guy can't get any lower than
that!"

Cooper laughed.

"Oh, yes. He can get much lower than that, Skip."

"Fuck that. He won't get my rod hard that way."

I continued my work, moving up to Skip's shin. It was thinly covered with
downy white hair that tickled my lips pleasantly. I placed my hands on his
hard thighs, all the time continuing my oral work. He kept his legs tightly
pressed together to prevent me reaching the sensitive area of his inner
thighs. But I was pretty sure I was going to reach my goal without
that. Like Cooper said, I knew by business.

I started to lick the tanned skin of the younger boy's thighs, all the time
feeling his shins and thighs with my hands. Then I placed my right hand on
his sixpack and started to rub it gently. He was now squeezing the blanket
so hard that his knuckles were white. Then I leaned over, kissed his lower
abdomen and let my tongue wander into his cute innie-bellybutton. I heard
him gasp. I looked up and saw defeat in his eyes: he knew he was going to
lose the bet. And he loved the feeling of another boy serving him
unconditionally, doing what he had so far thought unthinkable.

I decided it was time to move for a kill. I pressed my face on Skip's
boxer-clad crotch. The cotton smelled of sweat and piss, but it also had
the odor of a virile and horny young man, an aroma that I loved so much. I
stuck my tongue out and licked the large "S" of the Superman logo that hid
his teen schlong. His cock felt warm and alive under my tongue - and I
could feel it harden. I could taste precum leaking through the thin
fabric. But I needed to be sure, so I gave his bulge another lick. Skip's
slim waist squirmed under my face. He was ripe. I leaned back on my heels,
revealing Skip's unmistakable Superman hard-on for my audience.

I could hear Cooper and Taylor laugh and clap their hands.

"That's a boner all right. It took him less than three minutes, Skip!"

"All right, all right, I fucking lost," Skip yelled angrily and sprang
suddenly to his feet so that I landed on the floor on my butt.

Then he slapped me in the face. It came fast as a lightning, but we both
were out of balance, so the smack wasn't as hard as it was meant to be. But
it stung all right.

"Stupid faggot! You made me lose fifty bucks."

Cooper and Taylor laughed their asses off; they were really enjoying the
show.

Skip leaned down, grabbed my shirt and raised his hand to slap me again,
but Cooper's sharp voice made him freeze.

"Enough, Skip! I don't want bruises on him."

Skip grunted and let reluctantly go of my shirt.

Cooper spoke again, soothingly.

"Look, Skip, I know you're angry, but a bet is a bet. Take the cocksucker
to the bathroom, he'll take care of your boner. You can borrow my shorts,
let the fag wash your boxers."

I knew what was expected of me, of course, and climbed up. Skip speeded my
movements with a sharp kick on my butt. Then he grabbed me by the neck of
my collar and walked me across the floor towards the bathroom.

"Let's go, homo."

When we reached the bathroom, Skip turned me around to face him. He looked
at me. I could see nothing but contempt in his blue eyes.

"Do your thing, bitch."

I kneeled down on the hard floor and tried to take hold of the waistband of
Skip s boxers to pull them down, but he slapped my hands away and fished
his cock out through the slit.

"Just suck it," he grunted.

It was a big polla for a teenager, all right. Hardened it was maybe
slightly more than seven inches long, longer than Cooper's but probably a
little shorter than Scotty's. But it was thick and I was slightly worried
how I'd be able to take it without choking. I could expect no mercy from
Skip, that was for sure.

I opened my mouth and Skip pushed his rod inside. When the tip of his cock
touched my lips, my cocksucker instincts kicked immediately in. My brain
did calculations and told me I'd be able to take care of his boner without
much difficulty. The harsh words and the slap in the face were now
forgotten. This youngster needed relief, and it was my duty to provide
it. I closed my lips tightly around Skip's cock to make him feel as good as
possible. That's what cocksuckers do.

Skip started to work my mouth with his pussy-banger. I moistened the shaft
with my tongue so it slid in and out smoothly. The Superman-logo seemed to
keep attacking me as he fucked my face. Now that a hardened cock was
sticking out from the center of the logo, Superman's emblem seemed even
mightier than usual. Every time Skip pushed in, my nose pressed into the
cotton of his boxers and I could smell the cocktail developed inside a
boy's underwear, worn more than a day and slept in.

Although he was pretty rough, I really liked the feeling of Skip's cock in
my mouth. Our bodies were in agreement that my mouth was meant to service
his sex organ. He didn't need to hold my head to keep it in place, I did it
for him. He just kept his right hand on the top of my head, as if to remind
me who's in charge - like I had any doubts on that anyway.

I wished he had taken his boxers off so I could lick his balls and feel the
skin of his crotch on my lips. But it was his call, of course. I let my
hands slide up on the back of his legs. His thighs were smooth and hard as
rock. I was even brave enough to cup my hands on his buttocks. He didn't
stop me, so I started to squeeze them gently through his boxers. His
buttocks were pure, well trained muscle without an ounce of fat. I could
feel them work under my palms; every time his cock thrusted into my mouth
the mounds tightened.

Skip didn't last long, which was not surprising, as I had him well warmed
up. He grunted and prepared to shoot a load of teen jizz into my mouth.

Suddenly I heard Taylor's excited voice from the doorway.

"He's taking Skip's load now, Coop. And I've got it on tape!"

We both turned to look at him, surprised. But when I turned my head, Skip's
cock slipped out from my mouth and his cum sprayed all over my face.

"That's gross! Keep going, bro."

Skip grunted and grabbed my hair, so he could aim the remaining shots on my
face. Two more splashes of teen slime landed on my forehead and cheeks.

"My cum looks good on you, faggot!" Skip laughed and used his cock to smear
his cum all over my face.

"Fucking great, man! Now make him lick it clean," Taylor instructed like a
Hollywood director.

"You heard him, homo," Skip snapped and offered his cock to me.

"I've got a world-class close-up on this!" Taylor exclaimed.

I started to lick the slime off Skip's teen rod. His cum tasted young,
fresh and manly. I lapped it into my mouth and swallowed every once in a
while to make room for more. I even kept licking when his rod was already
clean from cum; I didn't have the nerve to stop without Skip's permission.

Finally Taylor finished his take.

"We're done, bro."

Skip grabbed my hair again and pulled my face off his cock.

"And? cut!"

But Skip wasn't done with me yet.

"Open your eyes faggot, and look at me," he ordered.

I obeyed and looked up to the angelic face of my tormentor. Skip hocked a
thick loogie and spat it out with great skill so that it landed right
between my eyes.

He laughed.

"Look at yourself, you're fucking disgusting."

Taylor joined his laughter.

"Great work, bro. Now get cleaned, we ordered pizza. Here, take Coop's
shorts."

Skip took the pair of board shorts from Taylor and stripped off his
Superman boxers. He turned around to wash his rod in the sink. Then he
poked the boxers on the floor with his toes.

"You know what to do, boy," he said and left me there on my knees, cum and
spit dribbling down my face.

Being used and humiliated by this superior younger boy had given me a
painful hard-on, but I knew it would take a while until I could take care
of it. I wanted to have some time to recover before I would meet the boys
again, so I washed my face and started to clean the bathroom.

I was almost done when Taylor appeared at the door, grinning.

"Come on, dude, I want to show you something."

Reluctantly I set my mop aside and followed him. The boys had already
finished their lunch; there were three large empty pizza boxes, only one
slice was left.

Skip chuckled when he saw me.

"Well, well, it's the star of the day. Sit down, man, we're gonna watch a
movie," he said, patting a spot on the couch next to him. I walked over and
sat down.

Skip moved closer and put his arm around my shoulder. It wasn't a sign of
fondness. It was a classic gesture of intimidation, a sign telling the
weaker guy not to fight back, whatever was coming for him.

"Relax, you'll like this."

Taylor tapped Cooper's laptop and a scene opened up on the 60" screen on
the opposite wall. There was no sound, but the picture quality was first
class; skaters use top equipment for recording their tricks.

I could recognize the actors in the video. There was a fag and an athletic
young boy, his taut body clad in Superman boxers. The fag was on his knees,
giving head for the youngster. Anyone watching the film could see that boy
didn't have to force the faggot to pleasure him, he just loved to suck
cock.

After couple of minutes they both turned to look at the camera. The boy was
grinning triumphantly and the fag was just looking stupid, as he received
three copious shot of sperm on his face. The boy teased him by using his
cock to spread sperm on his face. The cocksucker seemed to enjoy the
treatment and started to clean the younger guy's shaft with his tongue. He
didn't seem to get enough of it, as he just kept slurping even when the
teen's cock was already clean. The boy had to pull his hair to make him
stop.

The video ended but started over right again; Taylor was playing it in a
loop. They played it five times, and Skip made sure that I was watching
every second. The boys commented the scenes.

"Uhhh, that's gross. You really like the taste of Skip's cum, don't you?"
Taylor wanted to know.

I knew he wanted me to answer.

"It's okay," I mumbled.

"Okay? Be honest," Skip said and tightened his grip on my shoulder.

"Well, I like it, Skip."

And so on.

Finally the boys got tired in watching the video and teasing me. They
discussed for a while what to do next, and finally decided to go
water-skiing. But first all three needed to take a dump after their meal. I
sighed; I would have to clean the toilet again.

I saw Skip whisper something in Cooper's ear, looking at me. Cooper laughed
and nodded his head for approval. Apparently some kind of deal was made
over my head.  Finally the boys were ready for their beach fun. Cooper and
Skip left, but Skip lingered behind.

"Hungry, dude?" he asked.

My pride - or what was left of it - told me not to accept any food from
him. But I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and I felt weak. Besides,
he wouldn't have taken no as an answer.

"Yeah. I'm hungry."

Skip took the last slice of pizza.

"Here it comes," he said, holding it for me. I tried to take it but he
pulled his hand back.

"Just open your mouth."

I obeyed and held my mouth open for him.

"I'll give you some of my male hormones to go with it. You need them," he
said and collected spit in his mouth. He let a long rope of slime dribble
down on the pizza. Then he pushed the snot-covered slice slowly into my
mouth and I started to munch. Actually it didn't taste so bad. I had tasted
his cum already, so why care about a little spit, I reasoned.

Skip wrapped his arm around me again, leaned closer and started to speak
right into my ear while I munched. I could feel his warm breath on my
cheek.

"You owe me ten blowjobs, dude."

I couldn't speak so I just raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah. I lost fifty bucks because of you. I know that's a lot for you, so
you can pay me back by sucking my dick. Five bucks a blowjob. Get that?"

I nodded. Giving head to Skip wasn't an unpleasant idea at all, if he
didn't get too rough with me.

"I made a deal with Coop. Weekends are for him, but he doesn't need you on
weekdays. So, the ten blowjobs are just a payback, it doesn't stop
there. From now on, you give me head whenever I want. Understood?"

I nodded again and managed to swallow the last bite of pizza.

"Good boy," Skip said and squeezed my cheek. Then he was gone too.

I had still a lot of cleaning left, and I wanted to be out of there before
the guys came back. But before that, I had something urgent on my to do
-list. I went to the bathroom and picked up Skip's boxers. I sat down on
the floor, turned the boxers inside out and pressed the pouch on my face. I
barely managed to open my shorts and take a couple of whiffs, imagining
Skip's taunting face in front of my eyes, before I shot my load on the
floor.


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