Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2011 19:47:28 -0800
From: marianasdeep3@hushmail.com
Subject: Fast Cash Stripper (Part 4:  Center Stage)

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Fast Cash Stripper, Part 4

The author hereby acknowledges getting the lipstick-on-blowjob idea
from reading Nifty, hereby giving credit where credit is due:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/my-science-teacher/my-
science-teacher-4

I made some fast cash, but it sure was more than I bargained for.
I ended up with a belly full of cum, a lingering taste of cock in
my mouth, and a sore, leaking ass as I rode my bike home.

Part IV:  Center Stage

I was relaxing on the bed, feeling the triumph of receiving my
first blowjob.  I was finally relieved of the sexual tension from
getting shaved and prepared to dance by my friend Scooter; exposing
myself to probably 100 men (and women) on the stage, in front of a
roaring crowd and my fellow boy dancers, half of whom were my
skating friends; the groping hands of the near-stage audience; and
meeting a stranger in this dressing room, who had just given me my
first blowjob.  My cock was still in his mouth.  He had just
swallowed all my essence.

"Ok boy, it's time to earn your keep.  Time to give me a shine." he
said standing up, pants somehow already dropped.  He was grabbing
his cock and balls and pointing its helmet, oozing precum at me.
With me still sitting on the bed, his cock was now at face level.
When I realized where this was going, I quickly started trying to
get up and get dressed.

"No way," I said, sliding back to the edge of the bed.  I grabbed
my string, which was now down around my knees, and began pulling it
back up.  Only then did I realize how vulnerable I was, essentially
nude.  "How could this be my only article of clothing in this
room?" I thought to myself, then remembering that my jeans,
whities, and dance shirt were still on the bench in the locker room
down the hall, "How in the hell did I wander the halls with Scooter
after that dance, clad only in a string?  What kind of a daze was I
in?"  I got my feet to the floor, and started to stand up, managing
to get my string back on in the process.

"I thought I heard you admit there was a way, baby, once your cock
was relieved!" the man said as I was now nearly standing, but still
off balance.

"I don't give blowjobs," I said, laughing nervously before I was
hurriedly grabbed by the arm.

"Oh right, a pussyboy like you, dancing nude in front of a hundred
men, isn't a cocksucker.  Give me a break."  He pulled my arm down
which sat me back down on the bed, pushing my head down with his
other hand, which then moved around behind my head.  He pulled me
in so fast, before I knew it, a spongy cock head was smearing my
face with oozing precum as I turned my face from side to side to
escape.  "Open up, cocksucker.  I know that pretty face has had
some cock before."

I sat there shocked at my predicament.  I wasn't expecting this,
and the thought of sucking someone's cock, let alone an adult cock
this big, was grossing me out.  Suddenly I felt a slap across the
face.

"Open those pussy lips." I was commanded.

The slap left me more surprised and disoriented than hurt.  Before
I could regain composure though, the guy was squeezing my cheeks
between my jaws.  My mouth opened, but I kept pulling my head back
against his hand, which had now grabbed some hair behind my head.
He swabbed more precum with his cock, this time across my open lips.

"I can slap again and push it in, or you can take your time with
it.  Your choice of how you want to consent, kid.  I'm well aware
of the cockeaters that want to be bitch slapped first, and then
force fed, but I think you're the compliant type, the type that
secretly can't wait to get on the end of a pulsing cockhead."

I didn't want to suck cock, but I was now strangely excited by his
control over me, and I definitely didn't want to get slapped again,
so I relented by slowly opening my mouth.  "That's what I thought,
an eager cocksucker," he said as he started pulling the back of my
head, drawing me onto his cock.  I hesitated one last time as the
cock settled on the lips of my open mouth.  I really didn't want to
have to admit, not the least to myself, that I ever sucked a cock,
but this was going to be it, and with an increase of pressure on
the back of my head, it was too late.  I suddenly got a two inch
taste of cock, letting me know it was a done deal.  Worrying about
being a cocksucker no longer mattered.  Now I was dealing with the
overwhelming tastes and smells, grossed out and trying not to puke.
 I expected sweaty and salty, but not a pasty lingering wherever
cock made contact with cheek or tongue.  I also didn't expect the
strong musk smell mixing into the taste, from my nose almost pushed
into his pubic hair.  It was like someone had put a jockstrap over
my nose.

"That's it pussyboy.  Come see what a real man tastes like.
Servicing a real man makes you a pussy.  It's called cocksucking,
and it makes you a cocksucker ... Only you're not really sucking
yet.  Wrap your lips and tongue around it and suck."

Strangely his control over me made me WANT to comply.  Sucking drew
a new gooey taste into my mouth, sorta sweet.  "That's it, maybe
some of that will make you grow big and strong, or maybe you'll be
the submissive bitch you are now for the rest of your life ...
yeah, a good cocksucking bitch ... ahhhh."

While I continued to suck, he started rubbing my tits and ass,
letting go of my head with one hand to hold onto a tit instead, and
reaching his other hand over my cocksucking head, eventually
grabbing the string buried in my crack.  As he pulled on the
string, it pulled on my asshole in an erotic way.  Eventually he
pulled the string out of my crack and I felt fingers running its
length, stopping to probe my rosebud.  "What a nice ass." he
sighed, then as if remembering his conquest over my cocksucking
denial, "Not bad for someone who doesn't give blowjobs ... ahhh ...
oh I get it, you give great suckjobs, not blowjobs ... definitely a
submissive bitch then ... and a little boy at that ... come suckle
your milk ... I've got just the thing for a submissive bitch."

With that he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and for some reason,
I was following it while he was smearing my face with a mix of spit
and precum.  He reached onto the table for the short plastic stick.
"Open your mouth in an `O',"  With that he pulled a cap off the
stick and started tracing my lips with its end.  "Look up and purse
your lips like a kiss."  I only then realized it was lipstick, as
he was painting it around my mouth.  I also, only then, noticed his
shirt was off.  His chest looked so strong ... and my face was
smeared with lipstick and his precum.  I felt so dominated.

"Oh, look at that little slut ... here, put some of that lipstick
on my dipstick," he said as he pulled my head back onto his cock.
He drove the cock deep this time, smearing the lipstick from my
lips onto his cock and giving me a new gagging sensation to deal
with, besides all the tastes and smells.  When he pulled back out,
his cock was now smeared red, "Yeah, I love lipstick on my cock.
It proves to the men at the gym that I scored."

With that he re-inserted his cock in my mouth, but my attempts to
start sucking again were stopped because he started thrusting,
mouth fucking me deeper with each thrust while he held my hair at
the forehead.  "Open your throat."  When he pushed back I gagged.
My gagging only egged him on, "Oh, the bitch can't handle a real
cock ..."  He adjusted the cock, sliding it forward and back in the
foremouth, "... then cover your teeth with your lips and stick your
tongue out."  When I finally obliged, the cock was sliding across
my whole tongue front to back, moving in so fast that it was
drawing my cheeks in with it, and smearing lipstick from his cock
onto my face.

He was grunting, "ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah" while I was slurping and
gagging and trying to breathe.

Suddenly the thrusting stopped as he pulled his cock half way back
out of my mouth when it surprised me.  The first spurt hit the back
of my throat, causing me to cough it forward, as a second filled my
cheeks.  Only then did I remember that all this was about him
busting a nut, and when a brand new wheat germ taste started
filling the senses, the taste of procreation, I realized that I had
his sperm in my mouth.  Only then did I realize he was cumming, and
I had to deal with it one way or the other.  As his cock withdrew a
little more to the front of my mouth, it pulled cum out with it
onto my chin and lips, like drool, as I tried to spit more out with
it.  But when the cock re-advanced to the back of my mouth, it was
pushing the rest of the cum forward along with it, pulsing again as
it squirted the third and biggest load of all.  He then held his
cockhead still, but its open slit at the back of my tongue pulsed
volley after volley after volley, which joined the older cum.  I
had no choice but to swallow it all down, sperm and all.

Then he was motionless, sighing, "Ahh ...," but kept his cock to
the back of my mouth while I kept swallowing and sputtering, then
another breath, motionless, "... Ahh."  He held his cock in my
mouth for awhile.  Even though there was only the occasional new
sperm spasming from the cock itself, the cock's presence prevented
me from dispelling any cum forward, so more and more of his already
accumulated cum had to go down my throat.  While I was making
swallowing noises, I heard, "God, I love a swallower."  Then he
pulled out, smearing his cock on my face.  With the cock finally
out of my mouth I was finally able to spit, and to try to smack the
taste around and out.  I was making swallowing and smacking noises,
smacking my tongue around the top of my mouth, lips, and teeth,
grimacing.

"You like the taste I see.  Have some more and clean it up."  He
had me alternate between roving my tongue around his cock, while he
wiped it on my face, and taking it to the back of my mouth, where I
slurped off more cum. When he was finally satisfied that I finished
the job he pulled his cock out.  "Good little bitch.  You're a
great cocksucker.  Cleaned it all off real nice."

The word "cocksucker" reminded me I would never again be able to
honestly deny it.  I suddenly couldn't believe I had just sucked
cock.  Not only sucked, but swallowed it down.  I continued to
smack, the taste not leaving, not letting me deny it.  I couldn't
believe the taste of cock and sperm just wouldn't leave my mouth.
Still, I couldn't believe what I knew I had just done.  While I was
still trying to digest what had happened, he had moved to my
backside, me unaware.  He moved my string to the side of my
asshole.  "Let's get this cunt ready, shall we?"  He started
licking around my asshole, which cleared my head in surprise, but
not my mouth from the overwhelming tastes of cock and cum that were
still drawing most of my attention.  Nothing else was registering,
until suddenly there was loud knocking on the door.

"That's it, times up.  The boy's got to go."  It was Scooter's
uncle as the door was opening.

"Hey, I want his ass." the man said.

"There isn't time.  I'll give you first dibs after the next dance."
Scooter's uncle said as he was pulling me out into the hallway.
Then turning to me, "Here, put these on ... only lose the string
first."  I was still so disoriented that he pulled my string off
himself, and I was once again completely nude in a hall starting to
crowd with my fellow boys in dance clothes.  He handed me the
leotards he had been offering me.  It was only as I was putting
them on that I looked at them.  They were completely see-through.
"Jeez you look like a slut," he said noticing my face, "let's fix
your lipstick."  The last bit didn't register, only the towel,
which was now finally wiping cum, spit, and smeared lipstick off my
embarrassed face.  But then he was re-applying the lipstick.
Confused, I started to cry.

When I looked up, about half the boys were dressed in 50's style
jeans and leather jackets, the other half like myself:  in dance
leotards and lipstick, but with no shirt.  It was completely
obvious from the looks in their eyes that the bare-chested, leotard
and lipstick wearers had all just given blowjobs, some for their
first time.

The door swung open and we were all back on-stage.