Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 19:17:30 -0800 (PST)
From: blbstee2@yahoo.com
Subject: Serving Justin, Chapter 3

See all the new 2007 cars at Yahoo! Autos.This is chapter 3 of Serving
Justin.  I hope those that enjoyed the first and second will enjoy this
chapter.  More coming if the interest is up.  Write me at
Blbstee2@yahoo.com Let me know your thoughts and parts you liked best.  A
lot more chapters ahead with good response.


Serving Justin -- Chapter 3


       I was in good physical condition and made it pretty quickly to
Justin's. His house was mostly dark.  A few lights on.  His house larger
than my own.  More features.  The street lamps lit, bright and glowing.
The night cool, almost cold, but I was heated up from the vigorous bicycle
ride and had a butterfly filled stomach wondering how I would get my
billfold back.  Really wondering how I could get my life back.  I had let
something happen to me.  Out of curiosity, out of having wondered myself
and seen myself looking at cocks in the gym and others looking at mine and
just being so fucking horny all the time with too few willing girls to
satisfy me and all that were like me.  And now I didn't know what to do.  I
had let another boy/man put his penis in my mouth and ejaculate hard and
heavy and now he said he owned me.  And I didn't know how to get out.

       The site of his house again, even in the dark, maybe even more so in
the dark , accentuating the thoughts that had gone through my head on my
ride over, his essence still flavoring my mouth even though I had tried to
wash that out.  I didn't know if it was my mind keeping that there or if he
was still there in my mouth.  His cum that had filled my mouth before I had
let it flow out.  Filled between every tooth and tongue and gum and cheek.
It had filled everywhere and I had felt the sickening realization of what I
had agreed to and felt his incredible excitement and burst of thick heavy
seed as it exploded in my inexpertly sucking mouth.  The heavy coating that
would not flow out staying with me and in my mouth which I swallowed with
saliva and then all the way home.  At home, just before he had called, I
had used mouthwash and toothbrush, hoping to clear away what I had
surrendered to in opposition to what I had expected, or had at least
thought would be reciprocated.  Instead, I had sucked a younger boy off,
even though my size and build, he was younger than me by a year and in high
school opinion that year difference between each category was huge.  In
everything, seniors should dominate over juniors and juniors over
sophomores and yet it had been me on my knees serving him, letting him rub
his heavy sex all over my face, mouth, eyes, nose lips, grinding into my
face and then later letting him in my mouth, putting my mouth over him and
using me or making me, through his strength of personality be used by him.
And now, treacherously tricked by him.

       I parked my bike by the tree at the furthest end of the large yard
and then walked across the dormant grass, my sweat top and shorts holding
the cold from my skin, my shoes with cut socks finishing the outfit, my
toned legs bare.  Just as I stepped on the porch, hesitating, not sure what
to do  there were two cars in the driveway now  Justin came from the dark
shadows of the opened garage.  He called in a low voice to me.

	"Bernie.  Here.  I have the billfold.  But it will cost you." and
in the dark I could hear the smirk in his smile.  I went over to him.  He
told me his folks were still up and we'd be going in the back door.  I told
him just to give me my billfold and he said he lied.  It was still in his
room.  I'd have to go there to get it.

	"Bring it out!" I demanded, but he only chuckled.
       "Come and get it cocksucker." , and he turned away from me, dressed
pretty much as I was except a t-shirt, his chest nipples erected a bit from
the cold, I glanced guiltily down to his groin, fearing what I might see
there, but it was too dark.  My face grew really hot at his name calling of
me, but I said nothing other than felt the fire in my face and gut knowing
there was little I could do right now in his home.

       I followed Justin inside, from the garage to their patio into a game
room separated from the patio with large heavy glass doors.  There was a
shower and bath facility I could see off to the side.  On their deck they
had a multi-person hot tub and nice gardens.  Neither of us said anything.
He turned as we got to the game room.  I had thought we were heading to his
bedroom, but I wasn't sure of the way since we were entering differently
than this afternoon when I had ...serviced him.
       "Okay.  Get the billfold." I said in my toughest voice.  He glanced
back at me and pulled off his t-shirt in answer.
       "Not yet," he responded calmly.  "You own me first." he added with a
smile as he kicked off his deck style shoes leaving only shorts on and in
the better light I could tell he had no underwear on.
       "No fucking way I owe you a fucking thing!" I said toughly.
Glancing down as he removed his shorts, stepping out of them leaving his
masculine, toned up boys body before me.
       "Keep it quiet.  My folks are here now but will be going to bed in a
few minutes.  They're rooms are on the other side of the house.  They won't
come in. I always shower at this time before bed.  We said our good nights
a few minutes before you got here.  "Now strip down.  Now!" he added.
       "No.  Give me the fucking billfold and I'm gone." I said now more
earnest than tough as I saw his nude body, his cock swinging some in the
very warm room, his nuts churning like I saw them up close earlier.  I
glanced to the door.
       "I own you dicksucker," he said quietly but with force as his eyes
burned into mine.  His assuredness even more than this afternoon.  "I have
CD's made of you sucking me.  Of making me cum..  Your face is clear.  It's
you.  Everyone will know it is you.  Your whole school.  And the girls you
want to like you.  You saw only a small sample.  I have Erin's name and
address.  I have Kendra's.  I have Molly's.  I got your buds names on the
baseball team picks.  What are the "ladies" going to think of their
boyfriend the cocksucker.  Or your team mates.  I'll let you go when I'm
tired of you, but your male dicksucking of me is too fucking hot to give
up.  You were my first guy on his knees and I'm going to use you up.  Or
let everyone know about how you loved my cock, how you sucked me and took
my cum.  I didn't see you let it out of your mouth, as much as you could,
but the camera did.  I erased that.  It looks like you swallowed a hell of
a load from me.  Pricksucker.  That will be you.  Those bitches won't have
anything to do with you and they'll tell all the girls in your school and
mine.  You're going to know every centimeter of my cock, of my ballsack."
       I stood there, my face falling and his eyes and smile let me know he
had seen the effect his words had.  I would get my billfold back, the
evidence in it, the CD recordings were against me.
       I glanced around.  My last plaintive plea.  "Come on man.  Just let
me have my billfold.  Let's forget this afternoon.  Please man.  You got
me.  Give me the CD's I won't tell anything about it."  My words made him
laugh in pleasure and even make his dick thicken as mine.
       "Get your fucking clothes off," and he turned to the large shower
room.  He watched as I did the same as he.  Taking off my shoes,
mini-socks, sweatshirt and shorts and then went to him as he beckoned to
me.
       The shower was large, with variable light and he turned it down and
then threw a folded towel on the floor.  "You're going to give me my
nightly shower dude." And then added, "On your knees," and smiled again
with a look I would recognize as wicked lust with time.  My movements were
slow and strained.  I thought about taking him on.  Busting him up.  But
that would create a really bad deal.  Worse for me?  Or him.  One more time
I thought.  I'll have my billfold and figure something out.  I'd give him
his shower on my knees and get the fuck out of there.
       He turned the water on and I went in.  I compared our bodies.
Similar.  Me a dark blond, he darker completed.  This thick dark pubes I
knew well.  His dusky colored prick my eyes and mouth new and I shuddered
as I recalled it.
	"Serve me cocksucker" he said and handed me the soap as we stepped
into the pelting water, wetting us quickly.  I tentatively ran the soap
over him, noting his musculature was good, like mine, built, athletic and I
also realized he was a year my junior and in control.  What would he be
like as a year older I wondered.  Soon his hands, as I worked lather on his
upper body, went to my shoulders and I felt the insistent pressure.
	"Kneel man," he said and his pressure was more insistent and I felt
my muscles rebel.  "Kneel!" and my knees bent and then I went down, my head
bowed down in some mortification as he then seemed to tower above me.  I
ran the soap around his butt and legs and belly as his cock took center
stage as I avoided looking at it.  It was thickening, his balls were
churning I could see out of the corner of my eyes as they looked everywhere
but there.
       He moved his body for me as I soaped and rinsed and then he said.
"Okay man do my dick.  Do my balls."
       He turned to me, his hips thrust forward.  Cock really thick, but
not boned up like I had sucked this afternoon.  I soaped it and it rose
quickly with my touch.  His balls moved heavily in his large smooth sack,
hanging down still, and I worked the soap in and then rinsed him and then
looked up as the water poured down on us.  My own cock hung loosely, with
my balls, feeling a stimulation in a way, but more a submission to this
younger male.  He looked down at me as I looked up, kneeling on the now
very soaked towel.  "Give them a mouth rinse bitch," he said firmly,
knowing that with this, what he had gotten me to do, to serve him, be his
bath slave.  He thrust his hips forward, with a firm power so that his
straight prick was only a couple of inches from my mouth, his balls hanging
largely below.  I could see the pleasure, the dominance, the control he was
powerfully feeling.  The warm water cascaded down on us.  It was a good
shower with lots of hot water, large spacious and plenty of room for a man
standing and man kneeling and even more room than that.  My thoughts
wondered how many times this had happened here.  He said I was his first
cocksucker.  The first man he owned.  His hips moved forward until his
firm, mushroom head of cock was at my lips.  He didn't touch my head, just
pressed his dick harder to my lips.
       "Open.  Now," he demanded and my mouth opened to take him as my head
moved forward some as he moved his hips to send his cock past my lips
opening my mouth wide to take his thickened prick as the water drenched
over me and him. I could see every vein and pulse until he was so close my
eyes crossed as he entered my face.  My mouth level with his dick, his
large balls below my chin, my eyes fixated on the thick heavy tangle of his
bush, sparkling with water crystals and rivulets.  He slid his prick in and
I could hear his masculine whisper of "Oh yeah.  OH YEAH!" as he made me
take him, he enjoying the warm wet heat of my mouth, competing with the
heat of the shower.  Steam rising some around us.  He kept pushing in until
he was at my throat opening.  It seemed like a foot in, but was probably
only three inches.  But it was enough to make me gag some and he felt that
vibration and it made him moan aggressively, as a second choke escaped me
before I pulled back and simultaneously he used his left hand to grip my
soaked hair and hold my head steady, pulling me back on him as I had pulled
back to where only the hot mushroom head was in my mouth and then he pulled
me towards him, his hips thrust forward to meet my face, my hands, which
had hung to my sides moving to defend myself, my face, my mouth, my throat
from him as he twisted my hair in his hand and then put his right hand down
to move his balls about, to stimulate them as he pulled me towards him, my
resistance not matching his insistence until his cockhead was again at my
throat and pressing against it, very slowly, holding it, my eyes widening
and then he was at the choke point and I gagged again.  He cried out in a
soft growl , keeping to keep his voice low, but his deep masculine pleasure
at my choking on his dick all too evident.  "Ohhhhh yeah man!  Choke on it!
Gawwwwddddd feeling you choke on it is sooooo fucking hot!"' I gagged again
and he wasn't in deep, but I had no experience and tears ran unnoticed from
my eyes in reaction to my choking, those tears shielded by the shower
pouring down my face.  My hands pushed hard against his thighs.  Like a
match of strength.  The sensation of my gag and choke vibrating down his
dick to his balls empowering him., making him feel really good and
omnipotent over me.  He pulled my head back and began a slow pull of my
face to his dick.  We struggled lightly, I gagged a couple of more times.
I felt a sense of degradation almost that I was again sucking his cock,
choking on him, gagging some and he wasn't in deep.  I prayed that my
struggle against him was enough.  His thick mushroom headed dick flowing
precum really heavy, our bodies working in synch in a strange way as he
controlled and I pushed against the power of his hips as his hands and hips
worked to ensure his thick, precum oozing cock was in my face.  My eyes
opened and closed as his cocksucking session with me extended as he took
his pleasure from me on my knees.  His youthfulness keeping desire high and
his muscular endurance long.  I was used by him and struggled, and the
water running down into them, me seeing and feeling his pull, his bone over
my lips, the friction lubricated with the hot shower water as my mouth
moved over him by his force and my push against his hips.  I gagged again
as he pressed harder, wanting it.  I felt his cock thicken and my panic at
eating his cum after having my mouth filled in the afternoon rose again and
I struggled.  For an outsider wanting the scene it would have been an
erotic dance of a dominant boy over the boy he was forcing to subjugation.
But then he withdrew.  Panting, pressing the shower.  His cock flicking
itself up and down in its near climactic release and excitement.  He had
been near cumming I think.  His body shedding the water of the shower, his
hand releasing its tangled grip in my hair.  I slumped beneath him, his
heavy precum flow.coating my lips and mouth and some running down my
throat. I gasped for air in the deep humidity of the shower.  I stared down
as I put my hands down to the floor, like a four legged animal before him
as I gasped again for air.  I coughed lightly several times, my throat
opening feeling the slight bruising of his several hard bumps against it.
Not much, but I knew it had happened.  It wasn't only his masculine essence
in me, but the feeling of his power.  He shut the shower off and we stayed
as we were for a few moments and then he dropped a large towel down on me,
directing me to dry him off.  As I did he told me how he had been sooooo
fucking ready to shoot his load.  He told me he loved the sound of my choke
and only regretted that the water hand drowned out the sound  hot Hot HOT
he growled in his masculine pleasure as my own body, equal to his, served
him.  His cock did not go down at all, but then he had not cum.

       The lights in the rest of the house were out as he had finished with
me and we moved from the shower.  I had dried Justin and myself, he making
me lick his cock and balls during the drying process with the towel as I
worked around him or he rotated his prick and balls to me.  I was only
permitted to stand when doing his shoulders and hair, otherwise I was on my
knees before him.  His cock continued to leak precum heavily as he was
really boned up.  His bone hard as steel.  When a pearly drop, a heavy
pearly drop would appear at the tip or his erect member, he would stop and
make me lick it off, or suck, just a part of the tip of his glans with my
mouth and lips while he growled in pleasure.  "Great mouth man!" he would
say.  "A natural.  Born to it," he would add, making me feel the anxiety of
what I was doing, my mind frantically going over the options of how to stop
this, save myself from more of it, and when nothing else, justifying how I
could be on my knees to him  telling myself I had no choice.  He made me
lick him from root to tip several times.  From the bottom side and then the
top side or at least on the sides.  And then his balls, which I think gave
him less pleasure physically maybe but as much or more from an emotional
and power perspective over me.  I wanted to do neither now, but being made
to lick his nutsack and put his balls one at a time in my mouth was
humiliating, as my own nuts sagged helplessly between my own toned and
muscular thighs.  Justin liked the feel of my face moving to his cock and
balls he told me over and over.  He told me, loved telling me, that having
me before him like this, serving him was the most powerful feeling he had
ever felt, the strongest sensations of power and strength.  And he reminded
me as I dried him that I was older than him.  That he was only a sophomore
and had a high school junior cocksucking him and it was GREAT!  I said
nothing, but felt a seething sense of hatred for him, but also a strange
surrender to the situation I had let happen.  My thoughts twisted around
the problem as it probed my mind as tormentingly as my tongue had twisted
around his dick as he had me suck him and had pulled me to his groin.

       I didn't let him know that the tears had run from my eyes as I had
choked some on him in the shower.  So much water, he wouldn't have seen or
known.  I couldn't help it as the gag reflex had kicked in so firmly when
his cockhead had gotten to the opening of my throat.  But he told me how
hot and good that felt when I had gagged on him in the shower as he had
pulled me by his grip in my hair more firmly to him.  Still he had more
than two inches that hadn't gotten into my face.  It was different than in
the late afternoon when I had been in full control of how far I went down
and timing my motions on his cock as I bobbed obediently for his male
control over me.  When I felt a gag tickle coming then, I had just backed
off to recover and kept going, until he gushed his cum like a lava fountain
into my face.  But this had been different in the shower, much different.
My control, which had only been superficial in how I sucked him had been
turned to complete defense while I had him my mouth getting more face
fucked by him than sucking like this afternoon.  I tried to keep up, to
anticipate, to gauge by the movement of his muscles with the water pouring
down as his vigor and the intensity rose and then I had gagged on him and
he had liked it, he had growled his pleasure at my gag and choke and the
vibration of it and the sensations of power it delivered to him.

       When I finished drying him and then myself quickly, he had asked,
no, he told me to pick up our clothes that lay on the floor and we went,
both nude, through the darkened house, he leading the way until we reached
his bedroom.  As we walked towards his room, I could only think that he had
not cum, but my mouth was thick with his precum anyway, which had flowed
from his erect prick nearly like a faucet as he had kept his cock in my
mouth for so long in the shower.  I had opened my mouth to the showering
water to rinse out as he had let me move my face from his groin, his cock
from my mouth, but it did not remove his masculine flavor, his essence, nor
the feeling of his heavy coating in my mouth and tongue and gums, but I was
still grateful that he had not cum.  I thought maybe he now understood that
I couldn't take his cum, that it was too much to expect, that he could jack
off instead and that my "mouth rinse" of his dick and balls as he had
called me to do it would be the last.  But he hadn't finished jacking off
in the shower and now uneasily as I wondered when he planned to shoot his
load I wished I would have tried to jerk him off while I knelt.  So he
would have shot in the shower and I would know it was over.  I resolved
again to get out as soon as I got my billfold.  It had been one thing to
wonder about it in the locker room and chat about who would suck who on the
internet.  It was different to be in the situation and be the boy/man that
was subjugated.

       He closed the door when I entered and then flipped a light switch
which turned on lamp lighting, giving the room a subdued glow.  His
computer screen dark, but the box humming, his desk disorderly like when I
was here before and the bed still messed up some, but I could see the
sheets had been changed, at least the top one, where I had let his heavy
cum load pour from my mouth when he couldn't see.  But his computer saw.
And he found the evidence of me recanting my agreement to him.  He would
have done the same I knew. But of course, I was the one kneeling, not him,
so of course he wouldn't do it.  He had called it gross and any guy that
did it, that let another use him, let him cum and swallow what shot from
his dick was low and beneath him.  He seemed to relish it though.  Relish
the power and control.  Getting me to do the lowest form of subservience a
straight man could do to another  take his cum, his seed deep into his
mouth.  To become his personal male mouth pussy.  That authority and the
masculine view of his supremacy over me I think thrilled him as much as the
actual act itself.  I had thought it would be okay that afternoon, but it
wasn't, made me feel used, impregnated with another man's seed and my mind
screamed out not to swallow the thick heavy man-load, on behalf of my own
masculinity, but even letting the cum flow out from my cum filled face had
left enough in to down deep know that I had taken him, had swallowed, had
some of his sperm in me, even now.  And now it could have happened in the
shower again.  I shuddered as we entered the comfortably warm room.

       I dropped his clothes and some of mine and started putting my shorts
on.  His room was warm and both of our balls in a large hanging state, my
cock down in submission to his, and his boner still raging.
	"Just give me the billfold.  Please." I added, my voice subdued.  I
just wanted away.  To get on my bike and put this past me.
	"No.  Not yet.  You still owe me your promise," he smiled with a
wicked lust filled look in his eyes.  His boyish face as handsome as any in
that light or nay light for that manner.  As nice looking as I thought I
was.  I really hadn't looked at guys in that way and only curious about our
looking at the bods and cocks of some guys and more turned on when they had
looked at me and I had known.  Just like Justin had talked.  A determined
look of desire of wanting, now needing to get off, as I glanced down at his
rigid erection in the dim light.  His look was not of love or those
emotions, but of raging lust wanting satisfaction.  One leg in my shorts,
the other out, my own cock and balls down, my gut wrenching at what "no"
meant, what "promise" meant to him.  My mouth and eyes knew it well but
introductions were just starting really.  Despite his residual coating the
feeling in my mouth went dry as I pondered his words, his eyes and I let my
shorts drop from my hand and stood back up straight facing him and then
looking down at his very hard prick pointing menacingly at me another large
drop of precum formed at its cockslit..