Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2016 20:01:52 +0300 From: Ben Coolen Subject: Senior Towel Boy Chapter 6 The Senior Towel Boy By Ben C. This story contains sexual acts (domination, humiliation, oral, masturbation) between young males. This story is 100 % fiction. If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please stop reading at once. Please keep in mind that Nifty needs our donations to keep this great free service running. Thanks for all the comments! And thanks for Dee Cee Uk and Naughty Bard for the Italian translations! In case you are interested, here is a list of my other stories: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/game-sessions/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/scottys-tailor/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/hosting-skater-dudes/ Chapter 5 ----- I dug out Vince´s sock. I pressed it on my face and inhaled the impudent mixture of Seb´s sperm and Vince´s foot sweat. The powerful, heady odor of young manhood filled my senses, and I didn´t need to jerk off much before I shot my load on my palm. ----- I would never have met Shane without pizza. But that one phone call from Gino changed my life. The assignment to serve as towel boy for the soccer team was a huge change too, of course, but this phone call changed the course of my life for good. Let me tell you about it. I whatsapped Gino, asking for 50 bucks for gas and 20 to get my car washed. My adolescent big brother´s ruling came back almost immediately. "50. Wash the car yourself." I sighed. Well, Gino´s decision could´ve been worse, like a simple "no". And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, so my adjusted my plans accordingly. I saw Gino in the hallway during lunch hour, talking in the phone. I waited, keeping a respectful distance; I didn´t want to piss him off by disturbing his social life. Not so long ago he would have kept me waiting until he had finished his call, and then made a show out of handing me some pocket money. But recently, he seemed to have grown tired in that kind of games, so he just took out his wallet with his left hand, fished out a 50 dollar bill and held it up for me to grab. I mouthed a silent "thank you" and left. I had invited some friends over to play tennis at our place, so after last class I steered my Porsche towards the nearest gas station. I was almost there, when my phone started to play the theme melody of "The Godfather". That was Gino´s sense of humor; he had told me to install it as his personal ringtone, so I would immediately know it was him calling, and abandon whatever else I was up to at that moment. I picked up the phone and pressed the green button. "Finocchio." "Culattone, I need you to do something to me." "Well, sure Gino, it´s just that I´ve..." He cut me off. "Go pick up some pizzas from our restaurant and bring them to me. The order is already in, so don´t waste any time. We´re hungry." Fuck! I checked my Rolex. If I would be quick, I might not be too much late. I would have to make up an excuse for my friends, of course, because I didn´t want to tell them a sixteen-year-old kid had ordered me to bring pizza. "Oh, okay. Where do you want me to bring them?" "You know Shane´s garage?" "Yeah." "Good," he said and hung up. Shane? Shane Jenkins used to be the bad boy of our school. He was a handsome 18-year-old youngster, who knew how to make his presence known. And he had the qualities to do that. Shane kept his dark hair combed back with shiny gel; add a worn black leather jacket, a tight white wife-beater, ripped jeans and rugged boots and you get Shane: at first sight he reminded everyone of James Dean. But whereas Dean was skinny and small, Shane was 6 ft 2, with broad shoulders and impressive biceps that he loved to show off. And Dean didn´t have the constant intimidating look in his eyes that Shane had. When he passed me in the school yard or hallway, I always tried to avoid looking into those dark, demanding eyes, fearing he would see some kind of an insult in the way I looked at him. Well, Shane wasn´t a student in our high school anymore. Last year a teacher caught him in an empty class room during lunch break, making out with some girl, kissing her passionately with his hand inside the girl´s panties. When the angry teacher grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away from the slut, Shane pulled out a switchblade and threatened to cut the poor fella´s nose off. In the end of the day, no charges were pressed, but Shane was expelled from school. Many thought it as a pity, because Shane was also a very intelligent guy with a raucous sense of humor and huge charisma. But another side of his personality loved to fight, and the school wimps – even a rich wimp like me – were terrified of him. Well, I had never seen Shane harassing any of the weaker kids, but nevertheless I considered it wise to steer clear of him, in case he had a change of heart. I parked in front of the little Italian family restaurant – my family would call it a pizza parlor – and went in, causing a little bell above the door chime to let the proprietors know a customer had arrived. A black-haired woman came out of the kitchen to greet me. I had never met Gino´s mother before, but nobody needed to introduce her to me. She was in her early forties; hard work and struggling to make ends meet had left their signs in her face, but she was still beautiful. Her eyes were Gino´s eyes, and her smile was Gino´s smile. "Buongiorno, young man. How can I help you?" "Hi, I came to pick up some pizzas for Gino." "Oh yes, Gino called and told me a friend of his will pick them up. They will be ready in two minutes," she said with an Italian accent and hurried back to the kitchen. She was soon back, carrying four large pizza boxes. "Here you are, signore," she said and placed the boxes on the counter. I was about to leave, when she started to tap the buttons of the register. Then she winked at me. "How nice of you to buy pizzas for everyone. We always have a good discount for Gino´s friends. That will be thirty-six dollars." I sighed and handed her my only bill. She thanked me and gave me my change, waiving off my offer of a two-dollar tip. I made a pit stop at the gas station and bought as much gas as my meager possessions allowed, which was not much. I might be forced very soon to change my Porsche to some less consuming vehicle, if I wanted to avoid walking to school. Shane´s place was not far away. He was living with his dad in a modest house in a blue-collar neighborhood. Behind their house was a large garage, and the yard was always packed with shitty cars that Shane and his dad tried to make operable. Vince´s truck was parked in front of the garage, so it had probably been serviced in a way or another by Shane. Everybody knew that Shane and his dad didn´t get along well, and Shane lived in a trailer behind the garage. I carried the boxes to the trailer and knocked on the door with my elbow. Gino opened the door and let me in. My first impression of Shane´s residence was consistent with my impression of him. The relatively spacious living room was furnished with a worn armchair and a large old couch. Seb and Vince were lounging in the couch, watching TV, and Gino sat down next to Vince. Shane was bent down over the kitchen sink, washing his upper body the best he could in the cramped space that was filled with dirty dishes. He was shirtless, wearing greasy jeans and black work boots. The jeans were sagging low, showing the waistband of his underwear and a good deal of his dingy white boxers. "Put the pizzas on the table, but clean it first," Gino instructed me, nodding towards the coffee table that was covered with empty soda cans, potato chips and other shit that teenage guys scatter everywhere, driving their parents crazy. Well, obviously no adult was interested in Shane´s living conditions. I piled the pizza boxes on the floor and cleared the garbage off the table, stuffing it in a plastic bag I found under an armchair. Then I approached Shane´s modest kitchen timidly, trying to find some kind of a rag that could be used to wipe the table. I located one on the sink and stretched out my hand to grab it without accidentally touching the muscled youth delinquent who was standing very close to me, toweling his body, seemingly not paying any attention to me. Shane had tats, of course. I had seen the dragon on his left shoulder and the barbed wire around his right upper arm many times, but now I could see he had also a tribal on his right pec and a purple heart on the right side of his abdomen, just above the waistband of his underwear. An arrow went through the heart, pointing down, straight towards his genitals. The design of the arrowhead made the symbol quite obvious. Very daring and very, very sexy. I wiped the table, placed the pizza boxes on it and took the lids off. The delicious looking pizzas were sliced, so the guys would need only the included napkins to consume them. Shane gave me an amused look. "So, this is the guy you told me about. What was he called... Fenooch?" "Finocchio," Gino corrected with a grin. "That´s faggot in Italian," Vince explained. Shane laughed. "That´s a good one, Gino. I bet he doesn´t like his name too much." "I dunno. Never asked." "You can fuck off now," Gino said to me. Relieved, I turned to leave, glancing at my watch. I would be home almost in time. But Shane had other thoughts. "No, let him stay. He can clear the table when we´re finished. And he could straighten up my place up a bit, if that´s okay with you, Gino?" Gino spread his arms in a generous gesture. "Of course, Shane. Anything for you." I felt uncomfortable. Shane was sitting in the only armchair. There would´ve been enough space in the couch for me, but I didn´t dare to sit down without being told to, so I leaned on the wall, trying to keep myself unnoticed. The guys attacked their pizzas eagerly, feasting for a good while in silence. Then Shane wiped his mouth with a napkin and burped. "You know guys, I´ve used a faggot too." "Really?" Vince sounded surprised. Shane had a strong reputation as a ladies´ man. "Yeah. In a stupid boy scout camp my parents forced me to go when I was about your age. They thought the scout leaders could teach me some manners, ha-ha. No girls there, of course. But there was this wimp everyone loved to tease and push around. I took him to the woods and told him I would let him suck me off. Ha-ha, he was on his sorry knees in a second. I told the other guys to give the motherfucker a break, and he was happy to give me head every day for the rest of the camp." The guys laughed to appreciate Shane´s good fortune. "And when we got home, I kept him on my beck and call. If I needed to get my rocks off, I called the fag and told him to come over. He was always ready to serve; a great cocksucker. I kept him until I started getting pussy on a regular basis." "Shane, you can get head right now if you´re interested," Gino suggested. "Naah, I´m gonna spend the night with Sheila. But thanks for the offer, Gino." The guys focused in finishing their pizzas. Finally Shane spoke again. "Have you trained him well?" Gino seemed puzzled. "Trained? Well, he´s our towel boy and he has sucked off all three of us." "Yeah, I know. Had any problems with him?" Vince chuckled. "Yeah, once. But Seb slapped him in the face, so I guess he got the message." Seb smiled, pleased with the attention. But Shane grimaced. "Seb, you slapped the fag? Why did you do that, man?" Seb was surprised by Shane´s reaction. "Why? Because I had to. He stuffed his finger in my ass." Shane laughed. "I see. But that´s no reason to slap him." "Why not?" "Well, would you hit your dog, Seb?" Seb was taken aback by the question. "Hell no! I love my dog, man. But I don´t love him." "Of course you don´t." "But training a faggot is not so different from training a dog. A dog needs a master and so does a fag." Shane took a sip of his soda. "Remember Colin, the British exchange student?" Everybody remembered Colin, of course. He was quite a character. "I smoked pot with Colin almost every day, and we had a good time. He told me once this story about fags. Wanna hear it?" Gino smiled. "Sure, man." "Okay. So, many young guys in Britain are sent to these all-male boarding schools. In the past, senior students were entitled to have juniors as their servants. The servants were called fags, and the guys using them were fag-masters." Everybody but me laughed. "Gino the fag-master," Vince joked. "Well, the fag had certain duties. He cleaned his master´s room, polished his shoes, and ran errands for him. Simple as that. But the guys lived in their school together, no chicks around. So, they got frustrated, of course. That´s why many of the master guys used their fags as cocksuckers, too." Gino frowned. "The fags sucked their masters´ cocks. So, they were all homos, right?" "Some of them, sure. But most of them were normal guys. They just did what they had to do. It was the natural order; strong guys rule over the weak. " "Right on," Seb confirmed. "But Seb, the masters also provided their fags protection from being bullied by other guys. For the fag it was a win-win situation. The master trained his fag to serve him, and punished him if necessary, but without violence." "And then we have fags like this guy here," Shane said, pointing at me with his finger. "He´s a born faggot, a homo. And that´s the reason why you´ve got no need to slap him around, Seb, you just train him to serve you." "But what if he doesn´t obey me?" Shane gave him a patronizing smile. "He will, Seb. He will, because he wants to." Shane was silent for a minute, pondering his next words. "Seb, Gino, Vince. You are good guys, like little brothers to me. But you´re too young to handle things like this on your own." The normally rowdy and cocky guys on the couch looked at their sneakers. There was no question who was the man in the room. "I´ll show you guys. Watch this." Shane turned to look at me with a smug smile on his face. He nodded at me. "Come here, boy." I walked awkwardly over and stopped in front of him. I had no idea what a guy like him would do to a fag. Well, I was glad he told the guys not to use violence. "Closer." I stepped closer until I was standing between his stretched legs. "Get on your knees." I followed the order. Shane held his palm in front of my face. "See this, faggot?" I nodded. "Keep looking." Shane lowered his hand slowly, and I followed it with my eyes, down along his taut body, until it disappeared under the waistband of his underwear. I watched his hand move under his denim-covered crotch for a good while. Finally he pulled his hand out, leaned closer and cupped my nose with his palm. Instinctively, I inhaled through my nostrils, and felt the heady odor of teenage genitals. I felt dizzy, but I had to take another whiff. Shane laughed when he saw my reaction. "See that, guys? The smell of a straight guy´s package. He loves it. It´s like a drug to him." He let his hand slide down on my face and pressed his middle finger between my lips. I parted them and he pushed his finger in, letting me taste the sweet sourness of his scrotum. The guys laughed as I sucked Shane´s finger while he moved it slowly in and out of my mouth. He turned to the guys without interrupting the movement of his hand. "A true fag, a homo, craves to be controlled by stronger men. He has a natural urge to serve. You use that to train him. For a man, a faggot is an apt pupil by nature, you don´t need to beat him." Shane pulled his finger out of my mouth and wiped it on my shirt. "Stand up, boy." I got on my feet. "Now, why did you try to finger Seb´s ass, dude?" I swallowed. "It was an accident." "An accident?" "Yes." "Tell me about it." "Well, I squeezed his butt while I sucked him. I thought he liked it. But then my middle finger slipped in. Seb got mad and slapped me in the face." "So, Seb got mad. Do you think he had the right to be mad at you?" "Well, yeah." "Did he have the right to slap you in the face?" "He... umm... I didn´t like it because it hurt, but I guess it makes sense. Yes." "Good. I see you understand the basics. But you must learn to know yourself better, so the guys won´t have to slap you around anymore. You really need to know who and what you are." "I do?" "Yes. Now, pay attention. I´ll ask you some questions." "Are you a guy, a man?" "Yes." Shane looked amused, and the guys snickered. They knew it was the answer Shane wanted to hear. "So, you think you are a man? Dude, men fuck women. Have you ever fucked a girl?" "No." "No big surprise. Have you ever had a man´s cock in your mouth?" I looked down. "Yes." "Look at me when you speak to me, faggot. How many?" "Three," I said, looking into Shane´s hard, dark eyes. "Did you suck them off?" "Yes." "Three guys got head from you? Did they force you to do it?" "No." "Did you ask any of them to wash his dick before stuffing it in your mouth?" "No." "So, you´ve volunteered to suck three sweaty cocks. " "Yes." "Did they cum in your mouth?" "Yes." "Did any of them ask for your permission to do that?" "No." "Does that sound like the behavior of a man to you?" The former arrogant, straight-acting personality of Raymond Alexander Henderson III was now scattered in little pieces on the dusty floor of Shane´s trailer. But the odd thing was, I felt kind of relieved. All my previous secrets were now out in the open. Nothing to hide anymore. "No, Sir." My deference to Shane made Vince, Seb and Gino laugh. "Okay. We are through with that part. Now, let´s talk about the situation when Seb slapped you. Seb, he stuffed his finger in your ass. Did he apologize?" Seb chuckled. "Sort of, I guess. He kissed my Chucks." Shane laughed. "Sort of? Well, we´ll see about that soon." "Now, dude, I want you to tell us who you are. Are you a man?" Trying to defend my manhood after Shane´s merciless cross-examination would have been pointless. I took a deep breath. "No." Shane went on with his questioning, while Gino, Seb and Vince enjoyed the show. "Correct. Now, tell us, are you homosexual?" "Yes." "Gay?" "Yes." "A homo?" "Yes." "A faggot?" "Yes." "You suck cock. What does that make you?" "A cocksucker." "A faggot, and a cocksucker?" "Yeah." "Doesn´t it feel good to admit it?" I thought it for a moment. "Yeah." "Good. Now, you see those three boys on the couch?" "Yes." "Do you consider yourself equal with them?" I looked at the grinning youngsters. "No." "Congratulations. That was a very good answer. Now, I want you to go and introduce yourself to them, one by one. Tell them your name and what you are." The boys snickered expectantly. "Do it, boy." I took the necessary eight steps slowly and stopped in front of Gino. It felt natural to start from him. I took a deep breath and looked into his hazel eyes. Then I spoke with a surprisingly strong and steady voice. "Gino, my name is Ray. I´m a faggot and a cocksucker." Gino smiled back. "Well, hello faggot." I moved in front of Vince. I saw that his cock was stretching the front of his cut-offs. He was really enjoying the show. "Vince, I´m Ray. I´m a faggot and a cocksucker." "Hey, I know you. I shot my load on your face." And finally it was time to introduce myself to Seb. He had the familiar sneer on his face as he looked at me. "Seb, my name is Ray. I´m a faggot and a cocksucker." "Nice to meet you, cocksucker." "Good boy," Shane complimented me. He stood up, walked over and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Feeling the heat and power of his naked upper body right next to me felt really good. I could smell his hair gel. At that moment something important dawned on me. Shane didn´t mean any harm to me. He was offering me guidance. "Now, I will give you two options to choose between. I want you to consider your answer very carefully, because your decision is final. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." "Option number one is, that you will serve Gino, Vince and Seb as their fag. They will tell you what to do and you will do it. No questions." Shane paused to let his words sink in. Then he continued. "Option number two is, you walk out that door, and no one is going to stop you. Gino will find a way to end your assignment as the towel boy of his team. But you will never speak to these guys again, and you will definitely not be offered the chance to smoke their dicks." Well, that was a surprise. Vince, Seb and Gino looked stunned, and surprisingly serious. "Now, tell me, what´s your decision?" I looked at the trio on the couch. These guys had been humiliating me and making fun of me for months now. I should have hated their guts. But there was one major problem. Deep in my mind, in the end of the day, I had enjoyed every insult and every humiliating situation, and jacked off in my room afterwards, reminiscing their cocky smirks and cruel words. And every time I had sucked one of them off, I remembered afterwards, how his cock had felt and tasted in my mouth, and the way I had been able to feel and smell his sexual prowess when he used me for his pleasure. I looked at them, one by one. Gino, the Italian jock boy in his red shorts and black tank-top, his wavy black hair sprawled on the back rest on the couch. The tanned skin of his muscled shoulders was shining in the sunlight. He looked a little tensed, but at the same time he tried to look like he didn´t care about my answer. Vince, the joker, with the permanent mischievous, cocky smile on his face; a backward ball cap covering his blond hair, rubbing the crotch of his faded jeans absentmindedly, looking at me with his lively blue eyes, waiting to hear my answer. Seb, sprawled on the couch, constantly brushing his long hair away from his eyes; clad in a scruffy black t-shirt, skin-tight blue jeans and worn-out Chucks, shuffling his long legs nervously; sneering at me, loathing me for the way my Dad had treated his Dad, and for the way I had insulted him afterwards. I gave my final answer. "Option number one, guys. I want to serve." The guys let out delighted laughs and clapped their hands. "Way to go, Finocchio," Vince quipped. "It took some balls to say that aloud, faggot," Gino grinned. Even Seb had a smile on his face. "Ha-ha, queer boy! You´re my fag now." Shane patted my cheek. "You are a brave faggot. Do you feel relieved now?" "Yeah. Yes I do. Thanks, Shane." "Good. You´re welcome. No need to pretend anything to any of us anymore." Shane ruffled my hair. Then he pointed at Seb. "Now, you still have the apology to make before we are through with the day´s agenda. I want you to go to Seb and take off his shoes. And then you kiss his feet and apologize for your mistake. " I didn´t feel awkward anymore. I wanted to do it. The guys smiled, as I moved across the room. I kneeled in front of Seb and looked up. His sneer was still there, but it didn´t appear to be hostile anymore. The laces of his filthy white hi-tops were untied, so I just loosened them a little so that I was able to pull the shoes off his feet. He wasn´t wearing socks, so I could immediately smell a strong mixture of well-worn rubber and sweaty young feet. I looked up again and saw Seb smiling at me. I smiled back and crouched down to kiss his left foot. The skin felt warm and moist, and the downy black hairs on the top of his foot tickled my lips pleasantly. I moved to his right foot and kissed it. This time I tasted the skin with my tongue. It tasted awesome, and I hoped I could to keep the taste until I would be in the privacy of my room. I looked up. "I´m sorry that my finger slipped into your ass and you had to slap me, Seb." Before he had the time to say anything, I crouched down again and took hold of his left ankle. I kissed his foot again, this time holding it up so everyone could see. Then I repeated it with his right foot. "And I apologize for the things my asshole Dad did to your Dad and the way I spoke to you about it." Seb grinned at me. "I forgive you, faggot. And you can still touch my butt when you suck me off but keep your fingers under control." "I will, Sir." Shane chimed in again. "And Seb, I want you to promise not to hit the fag again." "I promise," Seb replied without hesitation. "That applies to all of you guys, okay?" "Okay," Vince and Gino confirmed. "You can get up now, fag." I got up, and Shane put his arm around my shoulder again. Emboldened, I wrapped my own arm around his shoulder. Feeling his warm skin and the hard muscles under it made my cock harden. "You showed a lot of guts today. I think you deserve a reward." "Really?" "Yes. You can pick any of these guys and he will let you suck him off before you start cleaning my place. Right, guys?" His question was received with okays and yups. "Now, make your pick." I would´ve wanted to service all three right there, but I had to make a choice. I moved in front of Gino. "Gino, can I have the honor, please?" Gino grinned. He looked pleased for being chosen over Vince and Seb. "Sure, Finocchio." "You can use my bedroom," Shane said. Gino got up and I followed him to Shane´s modest bedroom. His clothes were scattered on the floor and the bed was unmade. Gino stopped in front of the bed and turned to face me with an amused smile. "It´s your big day, dude. How do you wanna do this?" "I wanna do it so that it brings you as much pleasure as possible, Gino." He chuckled. "So be it, frocio. Like I did it last time?" Knowing that this superior young specimen would very soon allow me to be his cocksucker again made me shiver. "Yes, please." "So, let´s get into business. I think Shane wants us out of here pretty soon, and you´ve gotta do his chores before you leave." "Sure. But I´d like you to teach me something in Italian again first." "Sure. What is it?" I told him and he burst in laughter. It took probably more than a minute until he was able to stop, wiping tears off his eyes. "Now, listen carefully, culattone." When I had learned the two sentences by heart, I grabbed the helm of Gino´s tank-top and pulled it up. He lifted his arms up so I could strip the shirt off; but first I leaned in to catch his scent, the scent of a powerful young man. I kneeled in front of Gino and pulled his red shorts down, revealing a pair of white Armani boxer trunks. They looked brand new – and expensive. A very good choice for an Italian guy, I thought, and chuckled silently at the fact that he had bought them with my money. I was glad to see him wear sexy underwear. I leaned in and pressed my lips on the pouch. I felt his cock pulse through the fine cotton, waiting to be serviced. The shaft hardened as I sucked his rod through the underwear, and Gino let out a sigh. I pulled the boxers down and yanked them off his feet together with the shorts. Now the muscled stud towered over me, wearing just a pair of blue Vans canvas shoes. His cock was pointing up, sending silent commands to me. I grabbed his thighs and prepared to start worshiping his love muscle, when Gino grabbed a bundle of my hair in his fist and yanked my head back, forcing me to look up. There was no smile on his face anymore, and his eyes were filled with raw lust. He meant business. "Beg me, faggot." I did. "Gino, please allow your faggot to suck you off. Please fuck my face, Gino, I´ll make you feel really good. You are my master, Gino, and I beg you to let me drink your cum!" He nodded. "Do it, cocksucker." I cupped his silky buttocks and started to lick his shaft from root to crown with loving slurps. Then I lifted his plump ball sack gently so that my tongue was able to lick through every spot of his precious factory of babymakers, while my hands caressed his hard buttocks, firm thighs and hairy calves. I worshiped his genitals until he decided it was time to move on, towards our common goal – Gino´s satisfaction. He grabbed my hair again. "Succhiamelo, frocio. Subito," he grunted. Suck me now, faggot! I needed no further instructions. I opened my mouth wide to let his cum sling slide in. And then the familiar roller coaster ride started. Gino fucked and I received, trying to find new ways to welcome his manhood into my mouth. My spit and his precum lubed my tightly wrapped lips into a perfect tube of pleasure, and my eager tongue welcomed my young master´s sex organ like a red carpet. I tried to make eye contact to show him my dedication to his pleasure, but his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, his black locks brushing his powerful shoulders. The sight of the young stud above me, thinking of nothing else but his own pleasure, and expecting his cocksucker to bring him to an orgasm, sent me over the cliff and I shot my load in my pants – once again. I came a bit too soon, but I knew I would reminisce the events of this day in the privacy of my room in the evening, still enjoying the taste of both Gino and Seb. And then he unleashed his teen geyser, sending spurts of warm slime into his fag´s mouth, holding my head in a vice-like grip, making sure no drop was wasted. When he was done, he pulled out; a string of cum still connected the master with his cocksucker. I slurped the string in before swallowing the precious load he had given to me. Then I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and leaned in to lick his cock clean. He looked down at me and looked like he was going to say something. I was quicker. "Thanks, Gino." He laughed. "You´re welcome, faggot." Then I remembered my newly acquired language skills. I placed a gentle kiss on the shaft of his softening cock and looked up. "Gino, tu sei un vero uomo ed io solo un frocio. Non posso vivere senza succhiarti il cazzo!" "Ha-ha-ha. I know, culattone." Shane´s booming voice interrupted us. "Gino, are you done with the faggot soon? I want this place cleaned before Sheila gets here." We both laughed. I got up and shouted back. "He´s done with the faggot, boss. I´ll be right there." ------ Well, that´s it, folks. This was a fictional story of a young homosexual being used and humiliated by straight boys. If you see that happen in real life, stand up and make it stop. Oh, you want to know what Ray said to Gino after sucking him off? "Gino, tu sei un vero uomo ed io solo un frocio. Non posso vivere senza succhiarti il cazzo!" "Gino, you are a real man and I am just a faggot. I cannot live without sucking your cock!" Comments, anyone? bencoolen1212@gmail.com