Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2016 21:08:21 +0300
From: Ben Coolen <bencoolen1212@gmail.com>
Subject: Senior Towel Boy Part 5
The Senior Towel Boy

By Ben C.

This story contains sexual acts (domination, humiliation, oral,
masturbation) between young males.

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Chapter 5

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Seb held the walled in front of my face and suddenly slammed the flaps
together so that his snot sprinkled all over me. Then he stood up and threw
the wallet as far away as possible. A devilish smile appeared on his
handsome face.

"Fetch, faggot!" he called out, and the boys´ laughter accompanied me all
the way to the remote landing zone of my assets.

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>From that day on I was living the life of a poor boy. And that wasn´t
something I was used to, I can tell you that. But Gino eased his grip on me
gradually, and asking him for money was not usually that humiliating; he
rarely made a show out of the situation anymore.

I had to explain him what I wanted and he said yes or no. I quickly learned
that his decision was always final, so I tried to prepare my cases well so
that my sixteen-year old big brother would grant my wish. He was usually
pretty reasonable with his rulings – by working class standards. When it
came to buying latest fashion or having a dinner with my friends at a fine
restaurant, the answer was no, so I quit asking.

If I wanted to leave the school premises during school day or go somewhere
else than home I sent him a message and got a no or a yes. Simple as that.
It was my new life and I knew my only option was to live it.

-----

Coach Bennett came to talk to me one Thursday at the school cafeteria.

"Finocc... I mean Henderson, I need you to do something for the team
tomorrow. We´ve bought some damn good gym equipment from a bankruptcy
auction of a gym club. It needs to be picked up tomorrow afternoon. You can
skip the afternoon classes and help with that."

Skip class?

"I´m in, Coach. What do I have to do?"

"Vince will take his truck. You and Seb will go with him and pick up the
stuff."

Vince? Seb? Vince was always making fun of me and he made me walk through a
deserted strip mall with his cum on my face in the middle of the night. And
Seb hated my guts.

"Sorry Coach, I just remembered I´ve gotta..."

He cut me off.

"Wait for Vince at the parking lot at 1 PM sharp tomorrow. Don´t screw it,
Henderson," he said and left.

I showed up at the parking lot a bit before 1. There was no sight of
Vince´s truck yet, but Seb was leaning on a fence, tapping his phone
intensely with his thumbs. I gathered my courage and walked over.

"Hi Seb."

He glanced up and saw me. He didn´t say anything, just spat on the ground
and turned his eyes back to the phone. He was wearing his usual outfit;
skinny jeans that had rips on the knees and thighs, scruffy once-white
Converse hi-tops and a black tank top that hugged his lean body nicely.

Seb was slim, almost skinny, but I knew his wiry muscles had a lot of
power; I had seen him on the soccer field many times, overpowering much
sturdier players when they struggled for the possession of the ball. His
long, wavy black hair was tied with a band during games, but now it was
free, constantly flowing down and covering his eyes, which made him
constantly brush the shining locks behind his ear.

We waited in silence until Vince turned up in his black pickup. He honked
the horn and opened the passenger door for us.

I was about to get in but Vince gave me the stop sign with his palm.

"I wanna talk to Seb, not you."

I let Seb go first and climbed in after him. He leaned back and planted his
dirty hi-tops on the dashboard. I expected Vince to protest, but he didn´t
seem to mind, giving me an opportunity to secretly admire Seb´s long, lean
legs and the way the tight jeans hugged his calves like a second skin.

We set off, and the boys were soon absorbed in a discussion about their
favorite topics; soccer at first, but then their interest turned – of
course – to the opposite sex.

"She´s got the tightest pussy muscles in the meat market, man," Vince
vividly described one of his conquests.

"Her pussy really squeezes my cock when I bang her. It´s awesome, man."

Seb grunted.

"Well,  good for you, man. I haven´t got properly laid since I broke up
with Lily," he complained, stroking his hair in frustration.

"Really? That´s like three weeks?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"That sucks, man. I thought you got lucky at Toby´s party last weekend.
That cunt, what´s her name – Nicole?"

"Yeah, I almost did. But she´s so fucking uptight, man. I wasn´t able to
sweet-talk her to spread her legs. I was hardly able to make her agree to a
blowjob. But that sucked, man. She hated it and almost threw up on my
fucking shoes," Seb laughed.

"Fucking gross, man. They should teach girls in high school to suck dick.
Lessons in cocksucking every Tuesday morning," Vince suggested and they
both laughed for a long time. Even I laughed at the idea of a teacher
instructing girls how to give head to boys.

Vince glanced at me, smirking.

"Ha-ha. Even the faggot likes the idea. He could be the head teacher, Seb.
There´s no one better qualified to teach cocksucking, I can tellya that,
man."

I kept my eyes on the road, but from a corner of my eyes I could see Seb
turn to look at me.

"Is that right?" he said slowly.

The guys´ conversation gradually turned to other topics again. By the time
we reached the warehouse they had covered soccer, women and cars. I guessed
that would leave football, motorbikes and women for the way back. I hadn´t
said a word during the drive, and neither of the boys had spoken to me.
Well, that was alright with me.

A clerk opened the warehouse door to us and Vince gave him a check and
signed some papers. Then the guy showed us a pile of large storage boxes.

"There´s your stuff, gentlemen. Have fun," he said and left.

I had expected the guys to let me do most of the heavy work. But Seb seemed
to take it as exercise; he stripped off his tank top and started to carry
the boxes to the truck. Vince waited up on the bed; we lifted the boxes up
and he piled them evenly on the bed.

I struggled with my first load, staggering after Seb, barely able to admire
the wiry muscles of his v-shaped back and the apple-like buttocks that
swayed as he walked. Seb hauled his box up, and Vince threw it on top of
another box with a swing of his strong arms. Then it was my turn – but I
wasn´t able to lift the box high enough. I tried again, but I had to give
up and put the load down. The boys laughed at my pitiful attempt, and Seb
picked up the box and passed it to Vince effortlessly.

"Let´s change places, Finocchio, or we´ll be here ´til morning," Vince
said, pulled his shirt off and jumped down.

I climbed up clumsily and started to arrange the boxes on the truck bed,
hardly able to keep in pace with the two athletes. A group of young office
girls were having a smoke outside the warehouse, and the boys enjoyed the
opportunity to show off their chiseled bodies to the admiring ladies.

We were done in less than thirty minutes and we packed ourselves into
Vince´s truck again. I noticed that the boys had gotten a bit sweaty in
their frantic work; I felt the familiar odor of teenage athletes in my
nostrils. It wasn´t unpleasant at all, just the masculine scent of healthy
males in the prime of their youth. In the locker room filled with young
guys the smell was a hundred times stronger and I had learned to love it.

Vince babbled in the phone with one of his friends for a long time and Seb
seemed to be deep in his thoughts. Finally Vince hung up, and the boys
started to talk about football. But Seb´s thoughts seemed to be somewhere
else, and after a while he suddenly blurted:

"Vince, have you tried the faggot yourself?"

Vince answered nonchalantly, as if getting head from a fag was everyday
business for him.

"Sure, I let him suck me off a couple of weeks ago."

The boys were silent for a while.

"Is he any good?"

"Oh yeah, man. The homo is born to suck cock. Sure knows how to please a
man. You should try him yourself, man. I reckon you need to get your rocks
off really bad, bro."

I could feel Seb´s eyes on me again. I knew my face was beet red by now.

"I dunno. Doesn´t feel right to do it with a guy."

Vince let out a snicker.

"He ain´t a guy, Seb, he´s a cocksucker. And that´s just what makes it so
convenient, man."

"What do you mean, convenient?"

"Now, think about trying to get a girl to suck your dick. First of all, you
have to flirt with her, flatter her, smooth-talk your fucking head off, to
get her to do it. And if she finally agrees, she does it reluctantly – and
this is the worst part, man – she doesn´t really know how to do it
properly."

"And the fag does?" Seb asked skeptically.

"Sure does, man. He´s got a cock himself and he knows what feels good on
it. And I believe faggots have the natural urge to serve real men. That´s
why they are so low in the food chain."

Seb laughed heartily at Vince´s last comment. But he wasn´t convinced yet.

"But fags love guys, man. What if he falls in love with you?"

Vince laughed.

"Who fucking cares? That´s the great part, man. With a girl, you have to
think about her feelings all the time. You don´t wanna make a nice girl
cry. But using a cocksucker – completely different. You don´t need to
consider his feelings at all. Just tell the fag to kneel down and let him
do all the work. He unzips you, takes your cock out and sucks it until you
shoot your load in his mouth – or on his face, if you feel like it. He
cleans you up and you stuff your happy dick back into your pants. No need
for niceties, just tell him to fuck off. Simple as that."

I glanced at Seb. He was chewing his lower lip – it looked sexy as hell –
and stroking his scrotum absentmindedly with his fingers. I could see his
cock was stretching the crotch of his jeans.

Vince noticed it too and chuckled.

"I can see you could use a pit stop, bro. Right?"

Twenty seconds of painful silence.

"Yeah," Seb confirmed in a raspy voice.

"I know a perfect place for that," Vince said and leaned over to give me a
smack on the back of my head.

"Get ready, faggot."

Seb let out a slightly nervous laugh.

"Yeah. He´s better be ready for a big load, man."

Vince picked a cd and the cabin filled with an incredibly rude hip hop song
that Vince and Seb seemed to know by heart. They bawled along with the
chorus.

"Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch! Fuck-that-fuck-that-fuck-that-bitch!"

After a few miles Vince exited the highway and we followed a country road
for a while. Then he turned his truck to a narrow path that meandered among
thick bushes. After a few minutes´ slow drive the path ended to a little
clearing that was completely shielded by bushes.

"I´ve fucked a couple of chicks here," Vince explained with a smug smile.
He kicked the parking brake pedal and cut off the engine.

"He´s all yours, bro. No need to hurry."

I wasn´t sure what was expected of me, but Vince made it clear. He leaned
over and smacked the back of my head again.

"What the fuck are you waiting for, faggot? Get out and help Seb bust a
nut."

I opened the door and stepped out. Vince offered his phone to Seb.

"Got some porn here if you need it, man."

Seb turned to look at me with a nasty smirk on his boyish face.

"Naah, I don´t think so. Thanks anyway," he said and got out of the car
with one smooth move of his lean body.

Seb moved to the back of the car and leaned back on the tailgate of Vince´s
truck. It was already a familiar spot for me to service a horny guy. I
followed and stopped in front of him. Seb looked straight into my eyes. His
lips formed a sneer but his gaze was full of lust. He hadn´t spoken one
word to me so far, but I didn´t really need any instructions. I knew what
was expected of me. I kneeled on the ground at his feet and looked up,
waiting for his permission to start. His sneer turned into a satisfied
smirk. He enjoyed watching me on my knees in front of him for a good while.
Finally he gave me a nod.

I lifted the hem of his tank-top, so I was able to unbuckle his belt and
open the button of his jeans. Seb grabbed the hem himself and pulled the
shirt over his head, revealing his tight body. I drank in his flat abdomen
and the thin black love trail that disappeared under the waistband of his
boxers. Then I unzipped him cautiously. Seb´s manhood was stretching the
cotton of his dingy-white boxer briefs. I had seen his sex organ in the
locker room many times, and knew I would need all my cocksucking skills to
satisfy him properly. His schlong was maybe seven inches long and it was
thick. That was probably one of the reasons he liked to wear those tight
jeans; they left little  space for doubt about his masculinity.

I pulled his jeans down below his hips together with his undies, revealing
a bush of black untrimmed pubes and releasing a strong scent of horny
teenage genitals. Seb lifted his semi-hard cock with his finger, offering
it to be worshiped. I took the hint and kissed the warm and moist shaft
gently. He let out a sigh and let go of his fucker, allowing me do all the
work as Vince had promised.

I licked every inch of his rod, rubbing it with my fingers at the same
time. I worshiped Seb´s young fuck-machine passionately, moving then to
lick the sweat off his plump ball sack. He tried to spread his legs to open
his crotch more, but the skinny jeans prevented that, so I hastily pulled
them down to his ankles. Now I was able to stick my tongue into the silky
space between his thigh and balls. The taste of sweat was ripe and strong
there, and I lapped in every drop, while I fondled his hairy calves with my
hands.

I had enjoyed very much feeling Vince´s body with my hands while he fucked
my face, so I decided to try my luck with Seb too. I moved my hands slowly
higher, caressing his thighs. He didn´t seem to mind, so I continued upward
and cupped his naked stone-hard butt muscles. I squeezed them with my hands
and enjoyed the heat and power they radiated.

What happened next was truly an accident. Seb´s buttocks were so tight and
compact, that when I fondled and squeezed them intensely with my hands, the
middle finger of my right hand unintentionally slipped into the dark,
sweaty canyon between the two bunches of trained muscle. The heat I felt in
my finger woke me up from my trance and I pulled out immediately. Too late.

Seb didn´t want me to finger his ass. He took it as an insult to his
masculinity. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed the collar of
my shirt. I looked up. The fury in his dark eyes terrified me. I
instinctively knew what was coming to me. I closed my eyes and waited for
the inevitable.

I wasn´t an experienced cocksucker at that time. I knew the basics and I
was learning fast. But now, as I am writing this three years later, I know
what cocksucking is really about, after sucking off maybe two dozen guys.
Some of them used me more than once, so I have so far swallowed maybe fifty
loads of young sperm.

Cocksucking is about dedication, folks. That´s it. You are dedicated to
bring pleasure to the guy you are serving. It´s all about him, not you. You
might think that a cocksucker has an easy job – all he has to do is keep
his mouth open to be fucked. You couldn´t have it more wrong.

A good cocksucker is a real multi-tasker who does everything in his power
to please the man he is serving. The humble cocksucker looks up every now
and then, to show the guy with his eyes that he is completely devoted to
his pleasure – guys really love the feel of power involved in using a
cocksucker. And all the time the cocksucker has to keep his lips well
lubricated with spit and precum to guarantee a smooth ride for the pumping
cock, and at the same time the faggot has to keep his lips tightly wrapped
around the shaft to increase the superior individual´s enjoyment. And his
tongue has to be constantly ready to welcome the cock when the man pushes
in, to ensure him a warm, welcoming entrance into the cocksucker´s mouth.

The cocksucker´s hands are also important tools in the trade of serving a
man. He uses them to do whatever the guy likes best – and this is the risky
part, as Seb will teach me very soon. A cocksucker must find the best
pleasure spots in the body of the guy he is pleasing. He has to figure out
what the man likes, and different guys like different things. One guy likes
the base of his cannon caressed, while another expects the fag to stroke
his ball sack or fondle his ass and legs. If the guy likes his feet to be
worshiped, the cocksucker worships them. Simple as that.

But when the man is young, like our seventeen-year-old Seb here, he doesn´t
necessarily know even himself all the things he could enjoy. So, the
cocksucker must try to find out and explore the young man´s body, to offer
him new possibilities of pleasure. Unfortunately, sometimes the cocksucker
makes a bad move that pisses off the young man he is serving. And there
will be consequences, of course.

Seb gave me a hard slap across the left side of my face. The sharp sound of
his palm meeting my cheek scared off a flock of little birds hiding in the
bushes, and they took off, flapping their tiny wings in panic. I knew it
would be followed by another slap on my right cheek. Seb´s left arm was
already up, ready to continue my punishment. I tried pleading.

"I´m so sorry Seb, please forgive me. It was an accident."

I saw a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Please," I repeated and crouched down to kiss the filthy rubber tips of
his shoes. I heard him snicker.

I looked up again. Seb was looking down at me with a self-content
adolescent grin. He looked like a teenager who had just tried something
forbidden and gotten his way. And that´s what it was all about, of course.
For the first time in his life young Seb had shown a cocksucker his place.

My cheek was burning, and I cursed myself for not foreseeing that I was
crossing an invisible no-go zone Seb had drawn for his cocksucker. I should
have learned one thing by now: straight boys are unpredictable, and they
don´t hesitate to show their anger if they are displeased with someone,
especially in case of someone they consider a lower creature, like a fag.

I leaned over to kiss the shaft  of his cock. He gave me a condescending
smirk and pressed the head of his cock on my lips. He didn´t need to speak;
the silent command was clear: 'open up, faggot.' I parted my lips to make
room for his manhood.

Seb started to fuck my mouth; he wanted to get his long waited relief. I
was determined to compensate my previous mistake and concentrated in
worshiping the silky skin of his cock as it pumped in and out of my mouth.

I cupped his sack balls with my palm. He grunted – wrong move again – and I
retreated quickly. Then I took the base of his cock between my two fingers
and rubbed softly every time he pulled out and let go just before he fully
penetrated my mouth and my face was pressed in his silky black bush and I
could smell its sweet odor.

Pretty soon Seb was ready to come, well pre-heated by the guys´
conversation in the car and my passionate oral preparations – and his total
dominance over another male. He grabbed my head in a vice-like grip with
his strong hands and shot the first load of cum into my mouth. The taste
was wonderful, young testosterone and slimy ropes of seed with a delicate
aroma of lemon. Unfortunately, that was also the last load I was able to
taste, as he grabbed my hair, pulled his cock out and shot the following
three bursts all over my face, grinning ear to ear. Vince and Seb were good
friends, so I guess it was natural for them to share a sense of humor, too.

When he was done, he let go of my hair, and offered his already spent rod
to be cleaned. I wiped his cum off my lips with the back of my hand and
licked the drops of slime off his cock. Then he turned, spat on the ground
and left me there.

It took me a few minutes to recover from the rough treatment. Then I got up
and walked over to the car where the boys were waiting. The boys burst out
laughing when they saw my sperm-covered face.

"Fuck dude, you look disgusting!" Vince laughed.

"My cum looks good on him," Seb snickered.

Vince seemed to notice something else in my face. He frowned.

"His cheek is all red and swollen. Did you educate him?"

"Yeah, I had to slap him a bit."

"Right on, bro," Vince said admiringly.

"Please guys," I pleaded.

"Gimme a tissue or something so I can clean my face," but the boys just
laughed at me, enjoying my humiliation.

Finally Vince peeked into the glove compartment, but found nothing useful
there. Then he reached behind his seat and took out his gym bag. He
unzipped it and rummaged the contents until he found what he was looking
for. He grinned and held up a dirty white athletic sock between his
fingers. He tossed it out through the open window.

The sock landed on the gravel and I picked it up. I was about to turn away
to clean my face but I knew the boys wanted to see me do it, so I wiped
Seb´s cum off my face with Vince´s filthy sock while the boys laughed and
taunted me.

I didn´t know what to do with the sock; I offered it to Vince but he just
laughed and grimaced.

"I´m not taking that back, dude. You owe me a new pair of socks now. Bring
them to the next practice."

I stuffed the sock in my pocket and climbed in. As soon as I closed the
door Seb cried out:

"Fuck, the faggot stinks of cum! And he´s wetted his pants," he said,
pointing at the dark spot of precum that had leaked through my shorts.

"I´m not sitting next to him," he exclaimed.

Vince pointed backwards with his thumb.

"Get out, fag-boy. You ride in the back."

I got out and climbed over the tailgate to the bed of the truck. I sat down
on the toolbox and hoped that Vince´s reckless driving habits would not get
me thrown over the side. As soon as my butt touched the toolbox, hip hop
was roaring in the cabin, and Vince set off.

"Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch!" the boys were chanting again,
exchanging fist-bumps.

I tried to relax but it was difficult. It had been a very hard day for me,
and I was horny as fuck. The taste of Seb´s cum was still strong in my
mouth and my cock was suffering inside my pants, praying for relief. I
glanced through the back window of the truck. The guys were having a good
time there without giving half a thought to me.

I calculated we would reach the bigger road in just a couple of minutes. I
unzipped my shorts and took out my aching cock. The 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 took one last whiff of the sock before I wiped my cock with it.
Then I sent the little white piece of garment flying in the air and watched
it disappear into the nowhere of the bushes. I leaned back, relieved, and
enjoyed the warm wind blowing on my skin.

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