Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2015 15:03:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Dale Gutzman Subject: Licker Part Three Mark"s eyes twinkled merrily, and he gave one of his most seductive crooked smiles. It was a smile that charmed the cunts every time. You'd be amazed at how many times Mark had scored because of his smile alone. Mark smiled in some near campus bar, and chicks offered their tits, their pussies, anything he wanted. And mark took. He was especially rough with a girl's tits. He liked to bite the nipples hard. He preferred cunt with large aureoles and perky titty tips. But that was not why Mark was smiling today. He was smiling because that arrogant little male bitch Caleb had just agreed to a bet...WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING WHAT THE BET WAS! How stupid can a fucking dude be? Well, to be fair, Caleb had been under quite a bit of stress of late. You see, the twenty-one year old college boy had just recently become a cocklicker. Oh, don't get me wrong. Caleb was straight. One hundred percent straight, but he had lost this bet, you see, and so, he had had to pay his debt. The loser had to lick the dick of the winner. Caleb had done so in front of a bunch of cheering college dudes. But something strange had happened. Just why it had happened, or even exactly what had happened was a mystery to cute young Caleb. While he was licking Mark's big wet dick, he had begun to suck it! I know this sounds bizarre, outrageous, and there are some of you who will assert that Caleb was a "closet queen." Some of you will insist that any dude who sucks a dick is secretly at least bi-sexual and at most a flaming faggot. Caleb worried about this himself in the days following the bet. Why had he sucked Marks' cock like some lame dick hungry cunt? Caleb was certain he was not gay. He had never lingered in the gym shower to let his eyes roam over the dangling dicks and balls of the other men. He had never been part of a teenage circle jerk. He had never perused gay sites on the internet. NO! He was straight. What was it then that had caused him not only to lick Mark's fat fuckmeat and huge dangling nuts, but to suck the dick until Mark had shot a huge load all over Caleb's face. Some of you may suspect that Mark was a natural submissive, and that Mark's natural Alpha Male qualities had worked their magic on the boy. Perhaps this was part of it. At any rate, giving a fellow schoolmate a blow job in front of a room full of dudes, it turns out, wasn't the worst thing by far. NO! The other guys had taken out their phones and filmed and taken photos of Caleb sucking dick! Caleb with a big dick in his full lipped young straight male mouth. Caleb slobbering over the swollen, leaking cock of his long time competitor and enemy, Mark. And now, Caleb, in a futile attempt to get the photos and movies of his cocksucking deleted, had fallen into a second bet. If he won the bet, The guys would delete the incriminating evidence and not mail it out to chicks and dudes across the campus. If he lost...if he lost, he had to LICK MARK'S BARE ASS! Clearly, Caleb was not thinking clearly. He was just digging a deeper hole for himself, and this hole might turn out to be a MALE ASSHOLE! Caleb didn't even consider losing. So hungry was he to get rid of the cocksucking photos, that he plunged into the second bet, without even knowing what the bet was concerned with. "Wait a minute, Mark, what are we betting on?" a suddenly anxious Caleb asked as Mark and his buddies began to walk away. The guys laughed, and Mark turned around, cunt winning smile broader than ever. "You'll find out tomorrow. I promise it will be a fair and equal bet. Tomorrow in the dorm common room at noon! If you are not there...an awful lot of cunts and dudes are going to be seeing very intimate photos of your licking skills!" The guys laughed and walked away. Caleb tried to relax. He called some girls he was trying to score with, but he didn't feel chatty. He had a pizza and a few beers at a campus eatery, and then he returned to his room. Now, I should remind you that our boy Caleb was hot. Most campus cunts and more than a few dudes got aroused just looking at or hanging around him. He had no need for this stupid bet. He had simply let Mark and his boasting get to him. On his way to his room, a really pretty young girl came right out and asked him if he wanted his dick sucked. Caleb was so deep in thought, he barely noticed her. "Faggot!" she snapped at his refusal as he walked by. Terrible thoughts kept racing through the young stud's mind. Thoughts about guys and girls all over campus seeing photos of him licking Mark's massive dick. Why the fuck had he done it? Why had he allowed himself to be duped into that stupid bet in the first place? And now here he was facing a second bet...and not even knowing what he was betting on! It could be anything for Christ's sake. Any stupid thing at all. Knowing Mark, it would be some ridiculous thing aimed at showing who was the better Man, the most Manly Male. Mark was into that kind of thing, always trying to prove his superiority. He remembered one time in high school, Mark and some of the jocks had this really stupid game going, in which Caleb who was a decent sort would not participate. They got some faggot freshman boy naked in the locker room, and then Mark and two other jocks had taken turns slapping the faggot's face with their hard dicks...trying to see who could leave the reddest mark on the kid's face by slapping it with their hard fuckers. Caleb had made them stop and threatened to turn them in. So in their eyes, Caleb was some kind of faggot loving, fun wrecking, goodie-goodie boy! That was one reason why it was so refreshing to Mark to see Caleb on his hands and knees, licking a wet, swollen, pulsing prick! Caleb threw himself on his bed and drifted off to sleep. Later, he snacked and did some schoolwork. He showered and went to be early, not able to get his mind off the impending bet. He woke several times during the night. Once, he masturbated, shooting a huge load into a pair of dirty underwear, which he then tossed into the dirty clothes hamper. It might have been nervous exhaustion, but he slept until nine-thirty. He was still lying naked in bed, gently fingering his morning hard on, when he heard the "ping" of his laptop, indicating that he had gotten mail. He reached down onto the floor to retrieve his laptop, and when he opened it, he saw a mail from someone he didn't know. He clicked it open, and there in front of him was a photo of the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen. Not only was she fresh and innocent, but she was young! Quite young! And she was naked. She smiled at him in the photo provocatively. She leaned back, thrusting out her perky still small, young breasts, as if begging him to suck on the large erect nipples.She spread her legs, showing a perfectly shaped completely hairless pulsing young cunt. Quicker than you can say "Jack Daniels" Caleb was beating his male fuckmeat! He fisted his thickening fucker and pounded away. He had no idea who the sender was, but he was eternally grateful. He was determined to save this photo in his file of Hot Chicks. Before long, Caleb had a shattering orgasm. His college boy spunk shot from his pisshole like champagne from a decorked bottle. Caleb laughed gleefully at the power of his orgasm and the size of his spilled cum-load. He came so hard his loins ached. He collapsed on the bed, covered in his sperm. When he came around, he padded to the bathroom, retrieved a towel and mopped up the lake of cum on the bedsheet. He was just about to head into the shower when..."Ping!" he heard his computer alert him once again. A different email addres, but one he also did not recognize. He opened the mail to reveal..."Holy Jesus!" he shouted. There in all her teenage glory was a photo of an even younger girl than the first one. This cunt was blond. She thrust her tongue between her lips seductively. Her fingers spread her bald pussy lips apart. Being a healthy, normal, sex crazed male college student, Caleb felt a need to study further this luscious young teenage model. Who was she, and why was he getting these girlie photos? And from whom? Two dick jerking beauties! Two cock hungry young sluts. Caleb's hand stayed once again to his still partially swollen, meaty dick. He knew he should get ready for The Bet. He knew he should not linger over cunt photos, but a boy's will is weak when it comes to sex. So he grabbed his pulsing prick and began to beat it once again. It was still quite sensitive from the previous jerk off, so delicious ripples coursed through his body as he yanked on his young male fuck meat. His toes curled and his body strained. There were times, he feared he would not be able to shoot another load. His dick felt worn out, but he would look at the spread pussy in the photo, and his fucker would give a lurch and pre-fuck would squirt out of the pisshole. The sight of a young college boy masturbating naked on his bed is a lovely thing. Poems have been written about it. "Pulsing, pounding Prick leading him on, A journey toward another little death. Asking, nay, demanding it's release From the hard toned, smooth skinned athlete body. Back arching, as the hand seeks to flay the skin from the dick. A wild yearning to destroy the boy controlling fucker, The tail that wags the dog. So Flog the Hog! Pound on, young Prince, until the well is dry , And heaving pecs are all that's left Of the once proud prick controlled jock.. Rest now, Cock, until the thirsty urge once more takes Your boy body prisoner. " Caleb shot another load, this one not much more than a mere trickle of sperm, his first blast having been so great. He lay on top the sperm soaked sheets, throwing his head from side to side in after glow. Where the fuck had these photos come from? He glanced over at the clock. It was eleven-thirty! He hopped to his feet, reeled from the heady aftermath of the second jerk off, and padded to the bathroom. The hot shower helped enormously. Still, his lower gut ached from the power of the fuck blasts. He couldn't recall ever having had such earth-shattering orgasms. Whomever send those photos, certainly knew the kind of cunt that turned Caleb on. He dressed quickly, took a bite of a day old muffin, brushed his teeth and hurried to the dorm common room. Mark and about ten other college dudes were waiting for him. "Ha!" Mark laughed, "We thought you might crap out on us! Good Boy, Caleb. You have earned my respect!" Sure! Like Caleb needed Mark's worthless respect! "So, what's this stupid bet. Let's get this over with!" Caleb may have acted tough, but he was nervous and scared, you could tell from the way he bounced from foot to foot. "All right, Caleb, we'll get right to it. Remember , if you win, we delete all photos of you licking my fuckmeat. If you lose, you have to continue licking. You have to lick my ass and asshole! I need not tell you that there are few things in life a dude likes more than getting his asshole licked! I sometimes think it's better than fucking...feeling a tongue swipe back and forth against your shithole! Well, let's get to it then. First for this bet, we have to both get naked. I do hope, especially after the last bet, you are not nervous about stripping down in front of a bunch of guys?" The college boys in the room laughed. Caleb was nervous. He was scared. He didn't enjoy being bare assed in front of other dudes. He was not one of those jocks like Mark, who strutted naked around the locker room playing grab ass with the other athletes, his huge dangling dick swinging back and forth slapping his thighs. Caleb certainly didn't mind showing a cute girl his own ample equipment, but why prance around dick and balls swinging in front of other dudes? Mark pulled off his tee shirt, kicked off his trainers, opened his jeans and peeled them down his muscular legs. He wore no underwear. His fucker seemed already swollen. The dickhead looked angry and slightly pink. The long thick flesh tube contained some thick veins. The fuckmeat hung over a low slung scrotal bag, filled with two nuts the size of hard boiled eggs. "Remember this, Caleb? Remember your old friend? Remember the taste and the smell of it?" "Fuck YOU!" Caleb snapped peeling down his own jeans. But he did! He did remember the smell and taste of the larger boy's fucker. It was like he couldn't quite ever get the dick taste out of his mouth, no matter how many times he brushed and gargled. "Ha ha! Remember how you only had to lick it, but instead, you sucked me off? Man, that was one of the best cocksucks I ever had." Mark stood there totally naked, legs spread, dick starting to pulse. He shook his muscles to loosen up. Caleb was naked now except for his blue boxer briefs. He looked around the room at the ten leering jocks. He knew this whole thing was totally sick, and he would have given almost anything to get out of it. He peeled down his briefs and stepped out of them. His own meat was a bit shriveled from the two recent masturbation sessions and the one he had had the previous night. He had cum three times in a matter of a few hours. He wished now that he had not done so, because his dick always hung thicker and longer when he had not shot a load for a day or so. He gave a tug to his dick to get it to at least hang out a bit, but Mark didn't miss seeing that, and he laughed and pointed. "A little wrinkled and wormy this morning, aren't we? " The guys in the room laughed and some of them applauded. Caleb felt just terrible. He actually felt sick to his stomach. "Okay, Mark...what is the fucking bet. Let's get to it." The guys in the room began to snap photos. How utterly stupid of Caleb to tall into this obvious trap. More photos. More leverage! He was almost diving into a hole from which he would not be able to extricate himself. Did he subconsciously want this? His breathing grew heavy. His tired sex depleted dick wobbled like a caterpillar crawling across a leaf. He wanted to turn his back on the guys in the room, but they were everywhere. Mark stood proudly, hands on his hips, magnificent fucker seemingly half hard. "All right then, here's the bet. We thought we'd keep it simple! Take this drinking glass. Now, we each simply jerk off and shoot our loads into the drinking glass. The dude who shoots the biggest load wins! It will prove which one of us is the better Man!" Then, too late, it dawned on him. He had been tricked. The emails of the cunts were sent by Mark or one of his cronies! They had guessed he couldn't resist beating off to those pictures. They had stacked the deck against him. Who knows how many days Mark had gone without unloading his fat nuts. Who knows how much dick sauce he had built up? But if Caleb didn't go along with the bet, photos of him sucking dick would go out on the internet. The room began to spin around the poor boy. He felt heady, like he had felt when he shot his second load that morning. "Well, any time you're ready, get to beating that pud of yours! Remember the bigger load wins." Still smiling that killer smile, muscular Mark lowered one large hand to his groin, encircled his thick fucker and began to slowly pump. He put his other hand up to his well toned pec and began to gently pinch one puffy nipple. Then, as if to be showy to his buddies, he lifted one foot and placed it on the seat of a chair, so that his legs spread and his balls swung as he masturbated. Caleb stood there frozen, his dick shriveled still more. "Oh yeah, Caleb, if for some reason, you can't get off, you lose! I have the strongest feeling, Caleb, my friend, that you are about to become an ASS LICKER!"