Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2001 18:07:29 -0800 From: Joe Webster Subject: Joey's Awakening, Part 6 JOEY'S AWAKENING (Part 6) That night after coming back from my Uncle Craig's, I had the wildest dream! In it, I was naked, in a big room like some kind of warehouse, crawling around on my hands and knees, and everywhere I turned, there was a hard, dripping cock. As one would use my mouth and shoot off in it or on my face, the cock would move away and another one would appear. It was like I was some kind of sucking milking machine, as cock after cock was offered to my mouth and I took it in. At one point in the dream, I looked out the side my eye and in the hazy distance it seemed there was an endless line of cock. I could see the partial bodies of the men as they stroked their dicks or just thrust them out, waiting for me. I was such a vivid dream and as I moved from one cock to the next, could taste and feel the hard velvety texture as each one slid between my lips. I would moan and start sucking as soon as the cock touched my lips. The dream was so vivid, so exciting and through it all, the men seemed to line up, waiting for me, waiting for my mouth. I don't know how many cocks I sucked, how many loads of cum were fed to me or shot on me. It seemed endless and I just moved from one to the next. At one point, two hands came out as I moved my mouth onto the cock pointed at me, and my head was locked between the two strong hands. My head was angled up and I could see a dark cockbush leading to a belly, covered in a wide line of dark hair that moved up and around the bellybutton, then, up to a chest. The pecs were dark and covered in deep black long hairs, circling around the nipples. I let my hands slide up to the two quarter sized circles, pulling at them, hearing a moan escape from the man I was servicing. He locked his hands in my hair and drew me down and back on his cock as his hips picked up speed and soon, I was sliding my arms around his waist, holding on to his hard butt cheeks. As I felt them bunch and thrust forward, the big cock was spearing into my mouth and throat. My face was crushed into the dark hairy bush at the base of the cock as I heard over me, "Suck it fag bitch! Suck that big cock you fucking fairy faggot cocksucker! Eat it all bitch! Service that cock! Use that cunt mouth of yours faggot! Yeah, please your man's cock! Service me whore, service me you fucking cock whore!!" In the dream I moaned and sucked, excited by the way the man was using me, forcing me to take every inch of that big cock as it speared in and out of my mouth. The words he was shouting only added to my excitement and then, I woke up, my body shaking, my legs spread wide as my cock shot up onto the underside of the sheet covering me. I tore the sheet off as my orgasm wracked my body. My skin was bathed in sweat and it was dark, but the moonlight still coming in from the window shone on my body. I could see my stomach muscles bunching as my hips writhed and my cock shot again and again. It was so much, my balls were aching. But then, as I looked down at myself, this was not the first time I had shot on myself. I must have cum on myself two or three times while I had been dreaming. I lay there, gasping for air as my body relaxed, eased from the wild sensations that had my tit nubs hard and almost straining against my chest. I touched them and my body shivered and shook and I felt a strange tightness in my ass hole. I touched them again, and felt that twinge inside me again. I slid my hand down through the mess on my belly and crotch and spread my legs widely. I slid my hand down to my ass hole, touching it, stroking it, as I rubbed the other hand over my hard nipples. I groaned as I felt the tight muscle squeeze against the tip of my finger each time I slid my hand over my sensitive nipples. I could feel the cum I had shot running down between my legs, running against my finger at my hole. I don't know why I did it, but I pushed in with the finger the next time I stroked the other hand over my tit nubs. I groaned am my ass hole seemed to open up for the finger and then, clamp down on it. I shoved the finger in harder, shivering as I felt my hole open, then tighten harder on the intruding finger. As more of my cum slid down to my hole and working finger, I pushed it in and out harder, then faster, feeling the tight muscle relax and then tighten, my body shaking as I writhed on the bed. Suddenly, I was shoving two fingers into my pulsing hole, excited by the way they were stretching my hole, and my hole contracting on them. I was moaning and groaning in ecstasy and could have cared less about anything but my own pleasure at that moment. Suddenly, the door opened and there was a figure standing there. In the light from the moon coming through the window, I saw the big cock of who ever it was rising from the forest of dark hair surrounding it. Then, it was like I realized what the person could see. I didn't know who it was, why they were standing there, but I quickly grabbed the sheet and covered myself. I rolled into a fetal ball as I laid there, hearing the person gasp as he turned and walked away, closing the door after him. I lay there, shivering in fear, shock, I didn't know what. What if they had been standing there all the time, from the time I woke up till I saw their shadow!? Who was it? Gary, Tim, my dad, oh no, not my dad, he, he, I didn't want to think it was him, I didn't want him to see me the way I had been. I lay there, my fear making me shake and I squeezed my legs together tightly. As I did, I could still feel my cum between my legs. The sensation seemed so wild and exciting, my crotch filled with cum, I moaned and then, fell to sleep, sleeping soundly, till I heard noises down stairs. I pulled the sheet back and looked at myself. I was a mess, the sheet was a mess. I had shot onto myself so much, some was drying and it sort of cracked as I moved checking myself out. I waited till it was quiet up stairs and crept out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I quickly got into the shower and began to wash off the traces of cum on my body. As I did, I remembered the time in the shower when Uncle Jake had pissed on me. I leaned against the wall and then, slid down, down till I was laying on my back on the floor of the shower. I spread my legs and reached for my hardening cock. I looked down at it as I began to piss, aiming the spurting stream up onto my belly, my chest and finally my face. I clamped my cock hard to stem the flow and then, slid down till my feet were against the wall of the shower. I lifted my hips and aimed my cock at my face. I stared in wonder as the piss slit opened and then, the strong stream shot from it, hitting my face, then, into my mouth as I opened it to drink it in. I sprayed the rest of my piss all over my face, drinking some, as my body shivered in excitement and wonder. Then, the stream stopped and I quickly moved to my knees, kneeling there, under the warm water, imagining that I was being pissed on. I grasped my hard cock and began to stroke it as I angled my head back and let the water flow in and out of my mouth. I jerked my cock till, my body began that wonderful tingling, then, almost shouted out, as my balls tightened and my cock shot. Up onto the wall of the shower as I thrust my hips back and forth, forcing more cum from my balls. Finally I slumped in the shower, tired, spent as the warm water flowed on me. Then, I jerked, as the water was starting to get cold. I had been in the shower for enough time to drain the tank. I got up, finishing the washing off of my body and grabbed a towel and ran back to my bedroom. It was like it was some place that I felt safe, covered. I closed the door and dried off and went to get some clothes to put on. I hardly realized that I threw most of them on the floor as I found a pair of real short shorts and slid into them, not even thinking to put on underwear. I grabbed a shirt and slid into it and then, found my sandals and headed for the door. I no sooner got it open and I heard my dad holler at the foot of the stairs, "Breakfast Joey. Get your cute butt down here Joey!" I smiled to myself as I headed down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and Gary and Tim were at the table, eating. My dad, dressed only in his robe, was at the stove stirring something. I said, "Hi everyone." As they both laughed and greeted me, I sat in one of the free chairs. I no sooner got seated and dad was walking over to me with the pan. He pushed some eggs onto the plate in front of me and I looked up and said, smiling, "Smells real good daddy!" He smiled, sort of as he turned and said, "You boys share that bacon with Joey." Tim lifted the plate and poured a few strips onto my plate as he said, "There you go little buddy. Need to make you big and strong like me and Gary!" Gary laughed and said, "No way that will ever happen Tim. Joey's not like you and me and dad, look, he doesn't even have hair on his chest!" As he said this, he pulled my tshirt up and I giggled and said, "Well, not all of us want to look like bears you know!" Tim laughed and pulled his shirt up and said, "You mean like this Joey!?" I smiled and slid my hand over to his chest and pulled at some of the dark hair on it and said, "Just like you, you big bear you!!" He laughed and Gary pulled his shirt up and asked, "What about me!? Don't think I'm bear enough for you Joey!?" I leaned over and slid my hand over his hairy chest and said, "Oh you're more than bear enough for me Gary!" We all laughed and dad turned and said, "Stop horsing around you guys and eat!" The guys looked at me and winked and then, dad sat down in the other chair and proceeded to eat. We sat there, eating as dad asked the other two what they had planned for the day. Gary had to go into work and Tim was going to hang out at the garage down near the school to see if he could make some money. Dad turned to me as he sipped his coffee and asked, "What about you Joey? What are you going to do today?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Don't know. After I clean up the dishes and get some of the washing done, I thought I'd ride my bike for a bit." His eyes were almost boring into mine as he said, "Good. Well, I have some work in the office to do and I don't want any of you to bother me for a few hours." We all told him we wouldn't and then, he and Tim continued to talking. I got up and put my dishes on the sink and then, went out to the laundry room. I picked up the hamper and went up stairs. As I got to Gary's room, he came in and said, "Here, let me help you little buddy!" He patted my ass like he usually did as I watched him go over to his closet and pull out some clothes. I held the hamper open as he dropped them in. Just then, I spied a pair of his briefs lying on the floor near the bed. I said, "Don't forget those Gary. Unless you plan to wear them!" He laughed and reached over for them and tossed them at me and they hit me across the face, as he said, "Make sure their clean missy, or I'll have to beat that cute ass of yours!" His briefs hung over my face and I could smell his crotch odor on them as I responded, "You and what army!" He came over and grasped the shorts and rubbed them all over my face as he said, "Don't need no army to take care of you little buddy!" He slapped my butt and went out the door. I stood there, his shorts over my face and just inhaled on them. I could feel my cock getting harder as I inhaled the odor of his crotch, as I pressed them harder to my face. Then, I pulled them off, gasping a little as I tossed them into the hamper. I went to Tim's room and got his dirty clothes, then, into dad's room. I grabbed his clothes and underwear and as I was leaning over on the side of the bed to pick up a pair of socks, I spied what looked like a rag next to the bed. I started to pick it up and found, it was damp, almost sticky. I stood there, shaking a little as I realized, I was holding dad's cum rag! The one he used to cover his stroking of his cock. I lifted it up to my face and inhaled and it was cum alright. I inhaled again and then, felt a small wet lump with my finger. I pulled the rag open and it was filled with gooey looking cum. My dad must have cum recently in it. I held it to my nose and then, not even thinking, stuck out my tongue and swiped it in the strip of sticky cum. I licked at it and then, began to lick at it more, then more, my cock hardening as I realized, I was licking my daddy's cum. I continued to lick and suck at the material till I had swallowed and taken almost all of it. Just then, I heard Tim in his room and quickly dropped the rag in the hamper. I went to my room and got my dirty clothes and started down the stairs. As I got half way there, Tim was behind me and he laughed as he picked me and the hamper up, saying, "Here let me help you little guy!" I giggled and squirmed as he carried me down the rest of the stairs and into the laundry room. He put me down and I pushed at him and said, "Sometimes you can be such a brute, know that Tim!" He laughed and pulled me against him and patted my butt and said, "And you love it when I'm your brute! Don't you Joey!?" I pressed up against him, enjoying the feel of his hard body, the smell of it as I looked up at him and said, "Yeah, I do Tim. I love you being my brute!" He laughed and stepped back and flexed his arm, making the bicep expand and growled and said, "And, this bear loves you little guy! And don't you ever forget that!" I snapped a towel at him and said, "Go play with those bad boy friends of yours Tim!" He laughed and said, "Maybe some day I'll let you play with them too!" I laughed and he left. I spent the next two hours or so, finishing the wash, hanging the clothes and cleaning up the kitchen. I made a fresh pot of coffee and, when it was done, poured a cup for my dad. I walked to his office and stopped at the door. As I looked in, I could see that he had his robe open and his right hand was moving. I realized that he was beating off and froze, afraid even to breathe. I backed up till I was almost back into the living room and hollered, "Dad? Dad? You want some coffee!? Its fresh! Just made it!" There was a pause and then, I heard him say, "Uh, yeah Joey, sure." I walked back down the hall and went in and he had buttoned his robe, though it was still open at the waist. As I put the cup down on the desk, I looked down and could see his cock. It was still hard, though it looked to be softening. I backed off and then, said, "Uh dad, I, uh, hmm." He turned in the chair, as he did, the robe opened up completely, the tie loosening. He looked down at his cock and I did too, and then, looked up at his face. His eyes bored into mine as he sat there. Then, he stood up, walking towards me. I froze, like a deer caught in a set of headlights. As came towards me, his cock was getting hard and stuck out from the forest of dark curls at its base. I stared at it, as he moved towards me in slow motion. I looked up and then, back down and his hand slid under the big hard cock. He asked, quietly, "You like what you see Joey!?" I gasped and moved backward, my back coming in contact with the wall, as I gasped, "Uh dad, I, uh, well, dad, I.." My voice trailed off as he stood there and said, "I saw you last night Joey. In your bed, you were beating off and shoving your fingers into your ass hole Joey. Weren't you?" I blushed and bit my lip and then, looked back down at his cock and said, quietly, "Yes I was dad!" He slid his hand to my chin and asked, "I want to know Joey! I want you to tell me the truth now! Are you queer, uh, I mean gay Joey!? Are you gay Joey!?" I was frightened, scared to death as I heard that question. I didn't know what to say, what to do. He rubbed his finger across my lips and asked, "Tell me Joey. Has some guy, man, boy, put his cock in your mouth, made you suck his cock Joey!? Tell me Joey! Tell me!!" This last was so forceful as he locked my chin with his fingers. I was looking into his dark deep eyes and I started to cry as I gasped, "Yes, yes, I'm a queer daddy! Yes, yes I've had cock in my mouth daddy! Oh please, please, don't hate me daddy, please, I'll do anything, please daddy!!" He held my chin and then, reached down with his other hand and grasped my right wrist. He pulled my hand over to his hard shaft and said, "Put your hand on my cock Joey!" I slid my hand around it and looked up at him, tears streaming down my face. He said, "Now, I want you to know. I don't hate you. I love you Joey. No matter what you do, no matter, uh, what you are!" I gasped as I looked up at him, my hand wrapped around his hard shaft. He asked, "Now, do you want to suck my cock Joey!? Do you want to feel it in your mouth, want to drink cum from it!?" I shivered and squeezed on his hard shaft as I gasped, "Yes daddy, yes. I want to do that!" He asked, "Tell me what you want to do Joey!?" His hand on my chin jerked my head up and stared into his eyes and said, "I want to suck your cock daddy! I want to feel it in my mouth! I want to drink your cum, your, uh, daddy, I want to suck your cock!" He pulled back and walked over to the chair at the desk. He slid his robe around himself and tied it and sat down. He didn't look at me as he asked, "Who else have you sucked off cocksucker! Yes, that's what you are, right Joey!? You're a cocksucker, right Joey!?" I nodded and he asked, again, "Who have you been sucking off Joey!? I want to know! Tell me!!" The last again was so forceful, I was scared, but answered, "I, uh, sucked, uh, Uncle Craig, Uncle Jake and, uh, two men that work for Uncle Craig!" I crossed the room and slid to my knees and pressed my body against his and said, "I'm sorry daddy! I'm so sorry! I couldn't help myself. I saw their big dicks and I wanted to suck them, I, uh, please daddy, don't hate me for wanting to suck dick daddy, please!" He stroked the back of my head and then, pushed it back and held my face as he looked into my eyes. He said, "I told you I won't hate you Joey. But are you sure you want to do this kind of thing!? You sure you really want to be a queer Joey!?" I gulped and looked deep in his eyes, seeing the love there, not the hate that I thought I would see. I gasped, "I don't know if I want to be queer daddy. But I know, I want to suck cock. I like, I mean, I love sucking cock daddy!" He pulled my face into his hairy chest and stroked my head and said, "Oh my sweet baby! My sweet baby boy!" I wrapped my arms around his broad back and pulled myself against him. As I held onto him, his legs spread and I pressed into him. I could feel his big hard cock pressing against my belly and chest as I held onto him. He held me for a bit and then, pushed my head back and asked, "Were you forced to suck any of them Joey!?" I shook my head and said, "No daddy! I wanted to suck their dicks daddy. Sometimes they were a little rough with me, but I didn't want them to stop daddy, I wanted them to fuck my mouth and face over and over!" He stared at me for a moment and then, said, "Now, Joey, I want you to know something. If you want to suck cock, I want you to want too. But I don't want to know who you do it with. Do you understand Joey!?" I looked up at him and slid my hand over his hairy thigh and slid my hand to his big hard throbbing cock. I grasped it and squeezed it, but he frowned down at me and gently lifted my hand and said, "No Joey. I don't want you to do that." I pulled back a bit and asked, "Why daddy, why? I want to do it for you, please daddy, please? I want to make you feel good daddy, I love you daddy, and I just want to make you feel good!" He stared down at me and gently said, "I know baby, I know, but I can't let you do that. Its, its, not right. Do you understand Joey?" I shook my head and squatted down and said, "No daddy, I don't understand. I want to do it for you, I want to suck your cock, I want, I want.....!" I stared up at him and I knew, it was not going to happen. I began to cry and then, stood up and backed away from him, my head hanging down. I stopped and he said, "Go Joey. Go and finish what you have to get done." I was stunned, scared and totally lost at that moment. He had turned me down, rejected me as surely as if he had slapped me. I turned, wiping at my eyes and walked out of the room. I went into the laundry room and finished up the clothes and stuff. After I folded them, I looked up and it was around noon. I walked down the hall and stopped at his office door and he was still working, though he was slumped over for some reason. I said, "Uh, dad, uh, I'm going to go ride my bike for a bit. I think Jerry might be back and we were going to ride over to the park when he got home." He turned and looked at me and said, "O.k., baby. Just be careful and remember, we're having a barbecue tonight. O.k.?" I nodded and turned and walked out the side door and got on my bike. As I rode off towards the park, knowing full well that Jerry wasn't home, my mind kept replaying what had happened in his office. In one way, he had rejected me, in another, he had accepted me. It was like there had been some kind of seesaw rocking between us, with me at one end, him at the other. Each time the seesaw moved down at my end, I was sad, when it was up, and I knew he loved me, I was happy. My mind just couldn't forget the image of his cock, hard and big, the feel of it in my hand, its heat, its maleness, his maleness! My cock was pressing hard against the shorts I had on and when I looked up another second, I realized I was at the other end of the park from where I usually went in. I tooled around and came upon an old restroom that I had never seen. I parked my bike in amongst some trees so that it couldn't be seen and walked to the restroom. It was cool inside, and had that smell that all restrooms have, and something else. Something vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I went to the long trough that was used as a urinal and as I looked around I saw something just near the wide legs of one of the stalls. I went over to it and found a book. A paperback book. The cover was worn and so were some of the pages, it even looked like it had been wet. The cover caught my eye and I stared at it. It was called, "Boy for His Use." On the cover was a big dark haired man, with a hairy chest, leaning back against what looked like a wall. He was naked, smiling at a younger, lean looking youth coming in the door. The man was holding his hard cock as he looked at the youth. I took the book and went into the last stall and sat down on the commode. I looked around me and the walls were covered in all kinds of graffiti, most of it having to do with cocksucking and scenes of guys being butt fucked. I slid down my shorts and began to read the book and became lost in it. It was a wild story of a young man just discovering his homosexuality and how he met up with this man. The man seemed to love the guy, but very quickly, due to different circumstances, began to sell the boy to different men. Finally, the guy finds one man that takes him away from the other man and they moved away and became lovers, of a sort. I was sitting there, reading it, stroking my cock as I imagined I was the young guy. Letting the man sell me to different men for their pleasure, enjoying the way they used me. I didn't hear the man come into the restroom, until I looked over and there was a big hole in the side of the stall. I could see, the legs of the man, dark haired, and he was stroking a nice looking seven inch hard shaft. I let the book fall from my hand and without thinking, slid off the commode onto my knees and moved towards the hole. Without thinking I put my fingers at the hole and the man began to move. He lifted up and then, his cock was coming through the hole, pulsing, even dripping a little. I let my fingers touch the pee hole, feeling the pre cum as I heard a voice say, "Suck it cocksucker!" I vaguely thought I knew that voice, but I leaned forward and stretched out my tongue and touched the cock head. I tasted the man's pre cum and moaned as I slid my lips completely around the red mushroom shaped head. I swirled my tongue on the cockhead, around and around, getting sharp intakes of breath from the man. He gasped and pushed his cock through the hole harder and I got more of his cock in my mouth. I moaned as I felt that velvety hard shaft slide over my lips, the head sliding against the roof of my mouth as I accepted it into me. I held myself still as I looked up and could see the fingers of each of his hands as they grasped the top of the stall wall. Then, the cock was pumping, back and forth, slowly at first, but faster as the man realized he could get more into my mouth. I relaxed my throat, wanting to feel the luscious cock in my throat and felt the head and part of the shaft slide in. My lips were circling his cock at the base as he stopped pumping, holding his cock deep in my mouth and throat. He said, "Oh baby, yeah, suck it cocksucker, eat that big dick, eat it all!" I still thought I recognized that voice, but the cock in my mouth was what I wanted right then and forgot who it was, just thinking about the cock I was sucking. The man began to pump his cock back and forth, faster and faster, feeding it to me, filling my mouth and throat over and over. I didn't care, I didn't think, just sucked. Sucked like I had never sucked before. Wanting to make the man cum! Wanting him to fuck my mouth and feed me his cum. I moaned and sucked in harder and harder on the pumping shaft, using my cheeks to apply more and more suction. Wanting him to enjoy my cocksucking skills, my cocksucking mouth. An image or two of the dream I'd had the night before flew up in my mind and I knew, if there was a line of men in that restroom, I would have sucked them all! Eagerly, without hesitation, just so they kept my mouth filled with cock! The man was moaning and saying over and over, "Shit, shit, do it cocksucker, do it you hot mouthed cocksucking faggot, eat that dick!" And at the same time, his body was slamming up against the partition of the stall again and again. I put my hands flat on the wall, arching my neck, giving him a tight, wet, warm tunnel to plow his cock in to and sucked hungrily. The hole was large enough that each time he pumped into my mouth and throat, his balls were hitting my chin and I moaned in pleasure. Then, it was like I could feel his whole body tingling and shaking through his pulsing, pounding cock. I knew he was going to cum and I reached and grasped his balls. They rose up harder and harder against the base of the pumping shaft, and then, with a loud groan, the man shot. He shouted, "Yes, yes, take it, take it cocksucker, take my cream man, take it, uh, uh, all, uh, uh, uh!!" He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock in my mouth and throat as I felt the tube on the underside of his cock pulse and pulse. Then, he pulled back a bit and flooded my mouth with his cum. I swallowed and swallowed, drinking it as he humped it into my mouth, until, it finally stopped. He jerked his cock from my mouth quickly and then, before I knew what was happening, he came around and jerked open the door on the stall I was in. I stared at him, his pants down around his ankles, his cock still dripping with my saliva and I stared in shock up at his face. I knew I had known the voice, now I knew the face. It was Jack. Jack, one of my brother Tim's friends. One of the bad boys he hung out with. He stared down at me, not seeing me at first and then, the shock came over his face as he realized who I was! He gasped, "Joey!? Joey, uh, that was you sucking my cock!? You're a faggot, a cocksucker Joey!?" I scooted back onto the commode and tried to fold myself up into my body as I stared up at him. I pleaded, "Please, please, don't hurt me Jack! Please, don't hurt me!" He shuffled into the stall coming nearer to me and then, reached out his hand. I shrank back in fear, but he touched my head and then, moved up to me. His cock was rising again and he moved it towards my mouth, saying, "Hurt you!? No way Joey, I want you to do it again! Suck me Joey! Suck my cock again Joey! Do it for me Joey, do it!" I looked up at him and then, down at his throbbing cock and then, dove on to it. He moaned, his hands coming to clasp my head as I began to bob up and down, up and down, sucking on his hard cock again. He moved in closer to me, holding my head as he began to thrust into me again and again. He gasped, "Oh Joey, oh yeah, do it baby, do it! Suck my cock Joey, suck it baby, suck it! Oh baby, so good, so good! Hmm, oh yeah, use that tongue, use it on that big meat Joey, suck it Joey, suck it!!" I moaned as he pumped my mouth, enjoying the sense of servicing him. I slid off the commode onto my knees, stroking his hard thighs as he pumped that hard shaft to my sucking mouth. I was really enjoying it and hummed a bit as he drove the full length of his cock into my throat. He stroked my head and angled it back as he watched his cock going in and out of my mouth. He said, "Really like that cock don't you baby!? Yeah, the feel of hard hot cock between your sweet looking lips Joey. Yeah, you look good like this Joey. On your knees, my big dick sliding in and out of your mouth, the way your cheeks squeeze in while you suck on it. Yeah, oh baby, you do that so fine, so fine!!" I moaned to his words and slid my hands around to grasp his ass, wanting every inch of him in me. When he saw me nursing on the full length of his cock, my lips tight to the dark hairs at its base, he moaned. He said, "Oh shit, yeah, so good, so good! Man Joey, yeah baby, suck that big dick, eat it all honey, eat it all you sweet cocksucker!" I moaned again and then, he grasped my head tighter and began to pull and push his cock to my cock sucking mouth. He was doing it slowly, at first and then, he began to pump a little faster, a little harder. As he saw me accept what he was doing, he picked up the speed and fucked my mouth harder. He seemed to squat down a bit and I leaned on my hands and knees and pushed my head up, letting him spear every inch into my mouth and throat! He was still holding my head as he pumped, saying, "Oh shit yeah, fucking your mouth Joey! Fucking that sweet cocksucking face of yours Joey! Take it Joey, take it all cocksuck, take it, take it, take it all!" I moaned and tried to twist my head a little, wanting to give him a good ride in my mouth, not caring, just wanting to make him feel real good. I reached my hand up and began rubbing the underside of his bouncing ball sac. I squeezed on them a bit and then, stroked them, rubbing them, feeling them rising in the wrinkled sac. I knew he was going to cum, and tightened my lips the way I had on Uncle Jake's cock the last time. He groaned then, and thrust into my mouth fully, crushing my face into his dark hairy pubes. I inhaled his odor, his maleness, his smell. His cock was buried all the way in my mouth, his balls up tight to my chin, as he rocked my head from side to side. Then, he pulled the big dick out till just the head was between my lips and then, held my head tight as he thrust in to his balls again. I groaned and moaned as he did this again, then, again, then again. Each time, I could feel every inch of his hard shaft slide over my tongue and thrust deep into my throat. I loved it and reached to his thighs, squeezing them each time he thrust in like that. Not pushing him away, wanting him to continue using my mouth like that. He caught on fast and said, "Yeah, you love it don't you Joey!? You love my big cock all the way in your fucking mouth cunt, don't you baby!?" I moaned and tried to bob my head yes, but he thrust in again, my breath shooting out my nose into his bush. As he continued to do this, I stroked my hands all over his hard thighs and up to his butt cheeks, feeling the cheeks indent each time he buried his cock in my throat. Then, his body began to tremble a bit and I knew, he was getting close. His hands on my head tightened even more and he began to thrust into my mouth and throat faster and harder. Yeah, it was rough, but I was really enjoying it, happy to be pleasing this young stud. Then, he held my head still as he thrust the full length of his shaft into my throat and held me on his cock as I felt his balls at my chin. They were tight and then, his cock twitched in my mouth and throat, the cum tube pulsing. Then, he was cumming, shouting out his pleasure as he shot into my belly. I tried to push him back, wanting to taste the cum from his big dick and, at first, he held me tightly, then, eased back a bit, his cock still shooting. Then, it was filling my mouth as I flicked my tongue around it and in and out of the pee hole, swallowing hungrily to get every drop he was feeding me. Then, he seemed to rise up a bit and I looked up as he thrust his cock towards me, his hands on the tops of the stall on either side of me, as he smiled down at me. He chuckled and said, "Yeah, you look so sweet there Joey, on your knees honey. You like being on your knees to me Joey!?" I slid my mouth up the length of his cock and kissed the head as I pulled of it and said, "Oh yeah Jack. I like being on my knees for you, you're a real stud Jack!" He stood there smiling down at me as I slid my tongue along the under side of his cock and licked back and forth on it and then, moved down under to his balls. I slid my mouth on them, licking and sucking them as he stood over me, all man as I serviced his balls. He hunched his hips towards my face, letting me get the right one into my mouth as he rocked his hips from side to side. Then, I pulled off of his nut and moved under his balls, sucking right at the root of his cock under them. He hissed and grasped my head with one hand and pulled me into his crotch tighter and said, "Yeah, tongue my crotch Joey baby, tongue it, all of it!" I leaned down and angled my head between his legs as he spread them and began to lick from the under side of his balls and up into his crack. I sat down on the floor, holding onto his thighs as I pushed my tongue along the track up to his crack. He groaned as I spread his butt cheeks and then, groaned louder, pushing his ass back as I slid my tongue to his hole. I rose up on my knees behind and between his legs and pressed my face into his hot sweaty crack. The aroma of his manly sweat and ass had me tonguing his hole eagerly, licking and sucking at it as he worked his hips from side to side. Then, he jerked his ass from my face and turned around over me. He grasped my head by the hair and pulled it up against his hard shaft and balls and asked, "You really like being between my legs Joey?" I nuzzled my nose into his balls and the hair around his cock and said, "I love it Jack. You're, you're all man Jack and I love doing this for a man!" He held me there for a bit and then, pushed my head back and looked into my eyes and asked, "Does Tim know that you're a queer Joey!?" I gulped and looked up at him and said, "No, no he doesn't Jack. Please, please, don't tell him please Jack!?" He cocked his head as he looked down at me. His hand slid along the side of my face and then, his hand cupped my chin and then, his thumb was rubbing my lips. He said, as I opened my mouth and accepted his thumb, "That all depends on you Joey," I asked, around his thumb, "What do you mean Jack?" He pulled his thumb back and then, slid two fingers at my lips. I opened them and sucked the two fingers in, licking them as I stared up at him. He said, "Well, I know if I tell him, he'd be real mad, or at least I think he would. And I don't like it when he's mad Joey, he tends to get real nasty. And, since its my cock you've been sucking, he might take it out on me. But, I won't tell him. No, not if you do something for me Joey." I asked, "What do you want me to do Jack?" He saw that I was a little scared and he patted my cheek and said, "Don't worry Joey. From what you've been doing, I don't think you'll feel bad about doing what I want." I shivered and he said, "No, not at all. So, here's the deal Joey. As much as I want to put my dick back in this hot little mouth of yours, I have to go. But, if you come over to my place tomorrow morning, say about eleven, I won't tell. And, if you plan on spending the day between my legs like this, I won't ever tell. O.k., Joey? You willing to do that for me!? You willing to come over and be my little suck toy for the day!?" I smiled up at him and slid my hand to his balls and then, pressed my face into his cock and balls and looked up at him. I said, "Hmm, I think I'd like to be your little suck toy Jack! Oh yeah, I'd love to suck on this big all day sucker of yours stud!" He chuckled and patted my head and said, "Thought you might like to do that cocksucker. You don't mind me calling you a cocksucker, do you Joey?" I rubbed my face against his softening cock and said, "No, I like it Jack. I don't mind you calling me anything you want to. Besides, I suck cock and I know I'm a cocksucker Jack!" He patted my cheek and said, "Good cocksucker, cause I plan to have you sucking me till my balls are drained! You want to do that Joey? Want to suck my cock till you drain my balls Joey!?" I licked along his shaft and got to the head and slid my lips around it and then, gave it a nice wet kiss and backed off and said, "I want to drain your big balls all you want me to stud! I want anything you want to give me from this big dick of yours!" I looked up at him as I circled the head of his cock. He looked at me, a little shock and then, a big smile crept over his face. He asked, "That mean what I think it means cocksuck?" I smiled around his cock and slid my tongue into the pee hole and murmured, "Uh huh," as I stared up at him. He laughed and pulled my head in more on his cock and said, "Lets see then fag boy!" He held my head and then, I saw his body relax a little then, it happened. A hot spurt shot from the pee hole around my tongue and I moaned as more and more came out. I swallowed and let my cheeks fill with his piss and then, swallowed, till it finally stopped flowing. As I got the last, I pulled back and licked at the last drop at his pee hole and asked, "That what you wanted to know stud!?" He laughed and stroked the side of my face and said, "Never thought I'd ever piss in a guy's mouth. Wow! Did you like it Joey!?" I smiled and licked out at my lips and said, "From you stud, you bet I liked it, not as much as your cock and cum, but from you, oh yeah Jack!" He moved back and began to pull up his pants and got them adjusted as I stood up. He turned and I followed him out of the little restroom. When we got outside, he lifted my chin and said, "See you tomorrow Joey. Will have lots to feed this sweet mouth of yours." I licked out at his hand and said, "I want you to feed me all you got stud, all you got!" He laughed and then turned and I watched as he walked away. Then, it hit me, what I had been doing, what I had promised to do. I licked my lips and then, smiled, thinking, 'well, at least I won't have to worry where my next meal of cock was going to come from.' I laughed to myself as I thought that. I picked up the paperback book and slid it into my shorts and got on my bike. I rode home in a daze, barely thinking about where I was going. I got to my street and just as I started to turn up into it, this pickup truck screeched and turned to veer from hitting me. I fell off my bike onto the ground, not hurt, just frightened. I lay there for a second and then, as I sat up this man was getting out of the truck. He came walking towards me and I realized, it was Mr. Brandt, the man that lived in the big house at the end of our street. He was wearing a pair of levis, no shirt and I stared up at him as he came over to me. I stared as I took in the short dark brown hair, the strong masculine face, square jawed, not shaved, the stubble showing on it. The chest, covered in dark hair and running down to the tops of his levis. The kind of body that men that worked hard had, no gym type, just hard, the belly a little punched out, but not from fat, just hardness. The bulge in his levis was tantalizing, as he leaned over me. I looked at his crotch as he asked, "You o.k., Joey, little buddy! You o.k.?" I looked up into those deep brown eyes and almost felt myself falling into them as I gasped and stammered, "Uh, yeah, uh, Mr. Brandt, I'm uh, o.k., nothing hurt." He stood me up and then, began to brush my clothes off as I had fallen into some leaves in the gutter. His hands touching me felt like they were giving off sparks and I stared at his chest, so close to my face. I noticed the quarter sized tit nubs and had this almost irresistible urge to suck on them. His hands were now brushing off my butt and the front of my shorts and I gasped, embarrassed, as my cock was tenting my shorts. His hand touching it almost had me shooting off. I blushed real red and pulled away from him and said, "I'm o.k., Mr. Brandt, really I am." I pulled away as he stood up and looked me up and down and I covered my crotch with my hand as he looked up to my face. Then, I blushed even redder as he leaned over and picked up the paperback book that had fallen on the ground. He lifted it and then, read the title and then, handed it to me. He said, "I guess this is yours, right!?" I blushed even redder and I grabbed the book and slid it into the back of my shorts. He chuckled and leaned over and picked my bike up and held it for me as I got onto it. He said, "Call me Jason Joey, hell, I've known you since you were about six little buddy." I gulped and sitting on the seat didn't seem to be making much to hide my hardon, in fact, it was pointed up as I blushed at him. He leaned over and then, I felt his hand press down on my cock and he said, "There, that will keep the embarrassment from showing little buddy! Enjoy your book little buddy, then, you can come over and tell me about it sometime. O.k.?" I blushed even redder and he chuckled as he lifted up. He turned and said, as he got to the door of the pickup, "Watch the road next time o.k., Joey? Wouldn't want to see that cute face scratched up!" I blushed and then, tore off on my bike towards my house, hearing his laughter as he started up the truck and drove off. I was breathing hard when I got into the garage and parked my bike. I could still feel my hardon in my shorts and went behind my dad's car parked there and slid them down. I remembered the sight of Mr. Brandt's, Jason's, tits, the way his chest was, the hair on it, his belly, the feel of his hands on me. I began to jerk off, lost in the quick memory of the feel of his big hand as he pressed on my cock. I was gasping for air as I stroked my cock. Then, remembered the taste and feel of Jack's cock in my mouth, his cum, his piss. Between the image of Jack and the image of Jason fighting for dominance in my feverish brain, I shot. A long ropey strand shot from my cock head, shooting up onto the fender of dad's car. I slumped back against the counter I was leaning against, my hand still pumping my shooting cock, as more cum shot from me. My whole body seemed to be lost in the wild orgasm I was experiencing. As I slumped down on the floor, I lay there, my crotch covered in cum, staring at the streak of cum on the fender of the car. I don't know why I did it, but I rose up on my knees and moved over to the car. I leaned down and stuck out my tongue. I licked at the stripe of cum, licking it slowly till I got to the very end. I slid my tongue around my lips, feeling the slimy feel of my own cum as I moved in and took more. I didn't stop pulling it into my lips until I had every drop off the fender. I pulled back them, licking my lips as I could see my image in the car, I was there, almost naked, my lips open as I licked at the cum on them. I giggled to myself and thought, I even like my own cum too. I stood up and adjusted my shorts, though there was a spreading stain on them. I locked up my bike and then, grabbed the paperback and went into the house.