Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2015 19:28:10 +0300
From: Ben Coolen <bencoolen1212@gmail.com>
Subject: Hosting Skater Dudes

Hosting Skater Dudes

By Ben C.

This story contains sexual acts (oral, domination) between young males.
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Part 1

Finally came the day when my stepsister left for her trip to Europe. I
would have the house to myself for two whole weeks. Yes, literally to
myself, because none of my few friends were too eager to come over to hang
out with me. Most of them would refuse politely using one excuse or
another. I guess my stepsister's evil spirit was capable of scaring my
friends away even when her physical person was thousands of miles away.
Well, at least I didn't have to listen to her constant nagging and
complaining – and I could watch porn on the living room TV.

The first morning of my freedom dawned and I tried to enjoy it fully from
the very start. I munched my breakfast muffin while chilling in the
living-room couch (strictly forbidden) and resting my feet on the coffee
table (absolutely forbidden). I considered bringing my laptop downstairs to
watch some porn (unthinkable) on the TV screen, but  I felt tired and
decided to go back to bed. I fell asleep, dreaming about leaving this
miserable town, as usual.

I must've slept an hour or so when I woke to a rattling sound. Old man next
door mowing his lawn again with his fucked-up machine again, I thought to
myself bitterly. Well, he'll get tired soon or have a heart attack, I
decided and  tried to catch some more sleep. But the rattle – interrupted
by sounds of something hard hitting concrete – didn't stop, so I got up and
went to the window to see what was disturbing my precious beauty nap.

The noise came from the abandoned skate park across the street. There were
few kids living in our neighborhood nowadays, so the park was closed two
years ago, as it wasn't considered safe anymore. But now there were two
guys riding their skateboards on the concrete slopes and steel rails. I
could see they were young, but the park was too far for me to see clearly,
so I fetched my camera and zoomed the powerful lens to the strangers.

The first guy caught in my viewfinder was maybe 17. The slim teenager was
wearing a black t-shirt and grey shorts. A red band  kept his dark,
half-long hair in place. Good-looking and cool, was my first impression.
Then I turned the camera slowly until I caught his friend. I pushed the
zoom-button and the guy grew bigger in my view; blurry at first, until the
autofocus sharpened his image. Holy shit! If the first guy was
good-looking, his friend was real eye candy!

Tall and slim like guy number 1, he had blond and wavy hair almost down to
his shoulders. He was wearing a tank-top that was generously open on the
sides, showing large areas of his tanned body. He seemed to be muscled, but
in a wiry way, as I could clearly see the outlines of his ribs. The hem of
his shirt was long enough to partly cover his waist, so I couldn't see the
entire form of his butt, but from the visible part I could tell it was in
line with the rest of his body.

I kept stalking the boys and wished I could be there hanging with them.
Even from a distance they seemed to be from another planet than the jocks
and losers of our town (I belong to the latter genre).

"Get up and go to the park, stupid!" a voice in my head told me. The voice
tells me all kinds of things all the time, but I'm usually too shy or
scared to follow its advice. But this was a chance of a lifetime. If I
wouldn't be able to actually speak with these guys, I could watch them for
a while without raising suspicions. People go to parks all the time, don't
they?

I grabbed my shorts and took a quick look at myself in the mirror. A young
man, just turned seventeen, was looking back to me. Not so bad, but nothing
to write home about either. 158 pounds in a 5 ft 7 frame, not muscular, nor
athletic. I was nerdy without really being a nerd, bookish without being
much of a reader, not girlish at all, but definitely gay. A strictly
closeted one; you know the type, whose behavior doesn't betray his sexual
orientation, but who is at school constantly under suspicion of being gay.
Or, as the jocks put it, when they laugh at you in the school yard and
speak just loud enough for you to recognize the pivotal expressions:
fucking faggot, queer, homo. I had friends, but they were terrified of the
bullies and mostly avoided being seen with me in public.

I had been living with my stepsister Janet since my parents were killed in
a car accident when I was ten. My childhood was happy; my parents loved me,
and I could invite other kids to our place. After the accident everything
changed. Janet, twenty-nine at the time, was appointed my guardian in my
parents' will, and she moved in with me. I hardly knew her, but when I
gradually learned to, I wished I never had. She is a mean bitch, to make it
short. She is also the custodian of my parents' inheritance until I am
twenty, still almost three years away. Not that I expect there to be much
left, the way she spends the money for her own needs.

She was going to leave me practically penniless during her holiday, but I
got so mad that I screamed at her on our front lawn, threatening to call
the police and report her for abandoning a child. The neighbors peeked out
of their windows and she became shit-scared that her precious holiday was
threatened; finally she left me a considerable allowance. For once, I was
the winner of one of our countless fights.

So, back to the scene.

I tried to walk nonchalantly, taking side paths, until I reached the park –
just incidentally, you know. A part of the chain fence surrounding the park
was missing, so I went in through it; probably the same way the strangers
had done. I sat down on a weathered bench and tried to look casual,
pretending to be busy with my phone, stealing glances towards the guys. The
boys kept riding their boards, but I noticed them looking at me every now
and then. Once they looked at me a bit longer; then the blond guy said
something to his friend, and they both laughed. I felt embarrassed and
considered leaving, when the blond rolled his skateboard towards my bench
and stopped right in front of me.

At closer look the teen was even hotter than in my viewfinder. His body was
effortlessly taut and pleasantly muscled; some guys just have the right
genes. The tank-top he was wearing had a large graphic image printed in
black on the front: a huge fist with a middle finger pointing upwards. I
would never dare to wear something like that in public!

The boy smiled at me, showing a collection of white teeth, and shook his
head to clear the blond locks that partly covered his eyes.

"What's up, dude?" he asked in a friendly tone. His blue eyes were fixed in
mine as he waited for me to answer.

The simple question took me by surprise.

"Aww, nothing, really. I just stopped by... uhh... to check my, my
Instagram," I stuttered.



In real life I didn't have an Instagram account, of course, as nobody was
interested in seeing my photos. The guy looked amused.

"You were checking your Instagram? Yeah, cool, that's a good thing to do
every now and then."

He lifted the hem of his shirt absentmindedly to scratch his abdomen,
revealing sweat-covered washboard abs and a sexy love trail. The thin path
of hair – darker than his blond locks – disappeared under the waistband of
his blue Ethica boxers and low-hanging jeans that were defying gravity with
the help of a yellow canvas belt. The dirty and tattered jeans had rips
here and there in the knees and thighs and even one so high up that I could
see the leg of his boxers. The sight caused me an instant boner. With
difficulty, I forced my eyes to turn away from the teen's loins.

 "By the way, I'm Luke," he said and extended his hand after wiping it on
his dirty jeans.

I shook his hand. It felt warm and the handshake was firm.

"Hi, I'm Rob. I live across the street."

He smiled.

"Yeah, I saw you in the window."

I felt my face turn red, but Luke didn't push me on the subject.

"Look, Rob, could we fill our water bottles in your house? We tried to do
it at the gas station but some old motherfucker drove us away. He
threatened to get his fucking shotgun."

I laughed.

"Yeah, that's Stan, the owner. He's a crazy bastard. Sure, follow me."

Luke called up his buddy, who picked up their water bottles and followed us
across the street. I opened our front door and held it open for my new
friends. When the second guy, Danny, passed me in the doorway after Luke, I
was able to take a closer look at him. Nice, V-shaped back and a tight butt
in his snug cotton shorts. He was maybe slightly shorter than Luke but at
least as muscular.

I filled the boys' bottles from the kitchen tap, trying to make some small
talk.

"You guys hungry?"

They both burst into laughter.

"What is it? Did I say something funny?"

"Oh, no. It's just that we haven't had a decent meal for days now. We've
been living on chips and soda," Luke explained.

"You ran out of money? Not that it's any of my business."

Luke chuckled.

"Yeah, kinda."

"I had to quit my job at the skate shop on short notice and I haven't got
may final pay yet," he explained.

I saw an opportunity.

"Look, guys. I was just going to order some pizza," I lied.

"It's no big deal to order two more."

"Fuck no, we can't let you buy us food," Danny said.

The tone of his voice told me he hoped I wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Sure you can. I can afford that," I said and handed Danny the menu of our
local takeaway. In a second the boys were inspecting it eagerly.

"I can't decide between Pancho Villa and Seafood Combo," Luke complained.

"So, we'll order both," I decided triumphantly. I was being offered the
opportunity to spend some quality time with two very attractive boys, and
if it cost me some money, so be it. I spend money for less important causes
all the time, like my own food and clothes.

Finally we got our order sorted and I phoned it in. I got us some sodas
from the fridge and we sat down. I was curious to find out why these boys
came to our town. There's absolutely nothing to see; believe me, I had been
living there for seventeen years by then. The explanation was blunt.

"Luke knocked up a chick back home. Her brothers got pissed, so he had to
leave town to let things cool off. I decided to go along to keep him out of
trouble. Luke fucks anything that moves without thinking consequences. If
he ends up catching some sex disease in his dick, half of the guys in our
school are going to catch it from their girlfriends. The motherfucker
thinks with his balls."

I was astonished. Danny shared these intimate details about Luke with a
stranger like me matter-of-factly, like talking about the weather. And Luke
just laughed.

"Fuck you, Danny. You're just jealous because I get laid all the time and
you faggot make love to your fist every day. Besides, I bought her a
remorse pill but she didn't take it. Dumb bitch. "

"Anyway, his brothers got some fucking gang relations and I don't want my
beautiful life to end yet. I've got so much more to give to the ladies of
this planet," Luke exclaimed and emphasized his words by making thrusts
with his hips, making us all laugh.

The pizza guy rang the doorbell. I paid the bill and gave him a decent tip.
The nosy kid saw two strange guys in the kitchen and gave me a "what the
fuck" look. I waved him off and carried the boxes to the kitchen.

Luke and Danny practically ripped the boxes into pieces and started to wolf
down the food. I ate just a slice myself, enjoying the sudden teen feast in
our kitchen.

Finally the guys were satisfied.

"Thanks, man," Luke said with a loud burp.

"I hope we could return the favor somehow," Danny added.

I could think of some ways, I thought to myself.

"Well, we better get going, man. We need to find a place to stay before it
gets dark." Danny said.

Did I mention I'm not stupid? An idea shot through my head like a
lightning.

"Look, guys. I've got this whole house to myself. You are welcome to stay
for a day or two. We've got a guest room upstairs."

My idea was not hard to sell.

"Cool man, thanks! I sure would appreciate a real bed and a hot shower,"
Luke said, clearly delighted.

"You can take a shower anytime you want, Luke," I said, trying not to seem
too eager.

The boys went to their car to collect their things. They returned carrying
large backpacks. Luke started to go through his stuff.

"Fuck, I thought I had a set of clean clothes left. No, just boxers. But
all my t-shirts and socks are dirty."

"No problem. I'll lend you some of mine. Just bring your wash downstairs
and I'll take care of it."

I gave Luke and Danny large plastic bags and told them to stuff their dirty
clothes in them. Danny was going to have a look at the carburetor of his
car, so I picked his bag and Luke carried his own to the basement with me.
He dropped his bag on the laundry room floor next to Danny's.

"Thanks man, I really appreciate this," he said and was about to leave when
he changed his mind and peeled off his white ankle socks.

"Put these in too, willya", he said and tossed the socks towards his bag.
He missed and they fell on the floor. He didn't bother to pick them up.

"Time for my shower ", he said and left.

I looked at the socks on the floor. Luke had been wearing them just seconds
ago.  I closed the laundry room door and picked up a dingy white sock. It
was still warm and moist and I felt my cock harden. I sat down on a stool
and  picked up the other sock too. Despite a strong feeling of guilt, I
closed my eyes, pressed the socks on my face, and took a deep breath
through my nose. A strong odor of teen feet filled my senses. I took
another whiff, and a third one, rubbing my crotch with my free hand.
Suddenly Luke's laughter made me freeze.

"Dude, what the fuck? You're sniffing my socks!"

Shocked, I opened my eyes and felt my face turn beet red. Luke was standing
in the doorway, barefoot but otherwise fully clothed, laughing at me. I
dropped the socks and sunk my head down.

"No, don't get me wrong Luke, I was... I just wanted to see how dirty they
are," I stuttered.

Luke found my pitiful comment even more hilarious.

"Hahaha! And to see that you had to bury your face in them."

I just sat there and wished the floor would open up and swallow me. Luke
kept laughing for a good while, but finally he was able to stop.

He moved in front of me and put his bare foot on the stool between my legs,
just an inch from my tenting crotch.

"You got a boner from sniffing my socks, dude," he snickered.

"No, I just..." I started but he cut me off.

"Come on man, you've been eyeballing me from the very second we met."

I tried not to cry but I was too ashamed. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry Luke. Please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything," I sobbed.

"Chill out, man. Move over," he said tapping my shoulder.

I moved as much as I could so that Luke was able to sit on the little stool
next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. My
head was resting against his bare shoulder, my face only inches from his
armpit. I could smell his deodorant, already starting to wear off, and the
scent of his sweat. His warm body was pressed against mine. In spite of my
embarrassment, my cock was rock hard.

"I won't tell anybody, Rob. I promise, this stays just between you and me.
Have you ever told anyone you're gay?"

"No."

He ruffled my hair.

"It's all right dude, we're all different. I don't judge you by that. But
it's so fucking wrong that you have to live closeted in this hick town
without letting your true feelings out. And when you have a young guy in
your house for once, you wanna sniff his socks to get off. That sucks, man."

"Yeah, It sucks," I sobbed.

I felt so much better now that I could share my inner secrets with someone.

We sat silent for a while. Then Luke spoke with a soft voice.

"Wanna smell the real thing?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Was he saying what I thought he was?

"What... what do you mean?"

Luke stood up, moved right in front of me and ran his fingers through my
hair. My eyes were in level with his denim-clad crotch.

"I've been zigzagging through this fucking redneck country with Danny for a
week now. No pussy, sleeping in the car, and hardly a private moment to
jack off. I could sure use some assistance."

"Luke, I..." I couldn't finish my sentence.

He stepped even closer; his pelvis was just inches away from my face. I
could feel heat radiating off his body. He took a gentle hold of the back
of my head and pulled it until my face was pressed on the crotch of his
jeans.

"This is the real thing, Rob. "

I inhaled through my nose. The mixture was intoxicating: dirty denim,
sweat, urine and testosterone; the scent of boy.

"You like it?"

"Yeah."

"Would you like to help me out?"

I was too scared to answer him. The voice inside my head was yelling "yes,
yes, yes!" but that would be crossing a point of no return. Maybe Luke was
just making fun of me?

He continued to talk soothingly, all the time petting my hair.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Rob. Your secret is safe
with me anyway. But I think we might have a win-win situation here, dude.
I'll let you suck me off. I really need that, man."

He leaned back a little and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulled the
tank-top over his head, revealing his flat abdomen and the dark blond love
trail I admired in the skate park. Then he lifted my chin with his  finger
and leaned closer, so that my nose was pressed on his lower abdomen and his
love trail tickled my lips. Luke's smell was heady and promising. He let go
of my head but I didn't back down. We both knew I was hooked.

"Go ahead, Rob. You can touch me."

I touched his abdomen carefully with my fingers. He didn't flinch, so I
started to caress his hard stomach lovingly.

"Do you like me, Rob?"

"Yeah. I like you very much, Luke."

"Good, that's good. Now show me how much you like me."

Emboldened by his encouragement, I pressed my lips on his belly. That was
the first time in my life I kissed another person in a sexual way. I loved
the way Luke's skin tasted and felt against my lips. I kissed his abdomen
over and over again and explored his navel with my tongue.

Luke took hold of my wrist and pressed my hand on his crotch. The worn
denim was soft but I could feel his cock getting hard against my fingers.

" Why don't you give it a little rub," he said and let go of my wrist.

I started to rub his crotch gently, sliding my fingers back and forth on
the shaft of his rod.

"Mmmmm. That feels so good. You want to take it out, don't you?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. I nodded, unable to speak.

"Yeah, you do. It's waiting for you there, dude. Just open my jeans."

I unbuckled Luke's belt and opened the top button of his jeans. Only three
copper buttons were now hiding the promised treasures from me. The frayed
buttonholes gave no resistance as I popped the buttons one after another.
His cock strained against the confines of his tight blue boxers, waiting to
be taken care of. I caressed it with my fingers. After a few strokes the
cotton became moist and I could feel and smell warm slime oozing through
the thin fabric.

It felt so natural for me to lean closer and lick the bulge of Luke's
underwear, tasting another boy's precum for the first time in my life. It
tasted salty and a little bitter. I wanted more, a lot more. He let me
slurp it for a while before giving me my next instructions.

"Help me get rid of these jeans, man."

I pulled the rugged jeans down to his knees. Then I kneeled on the floor
and with some difficulty managed to pull them completely off.

I tossed the jeans aside and looked up. Luke smiled at me.

"You're doing fine, Rob. You wanna make me feel good, don't you?"

I nodded.

"I do, Luke. But I haven't done this before."

"Don't be afraid. You'll know what to do. Trust me, I've seen it happen."

"You've done this before?"

 His blunt reply surprised me.

"Sure, there's this faggot in our school. I let him suck me off sometimes."

Luke surprised me even more by pressing his middle finger between my lips.
It tasted of pizza. I sucked it instinctively.

"Yeah. You've got it in your blood. Go on."

I reached out with my hands and felt Luke's firm thighs, enjoying the
magnificent feeling of being able to massage his powerful muscles. I let my
hands slide slowly higher until I reached his waist. I hooked my fingers
under the waistband of his boxers and peeled them down. A bush of short
pubic hair came into sight. It looked like he usually groomed it, but it
had grown a bit longer during their road trip.

I lowered the boxers a little more and revealed his cock. It was a
man-sized sex organ, maybe six inches long, but it wasn't fully hard yet. I
knew Luke expected me to take it in my mouth and suck it. I was a little
scared that I wouldn't be able to fit it in, but I sure would try hard. I
caressed the silky shaft with my fingers.

"It takes a while for a guy to get me ready to be sucked. Just lick it up."

I stuck my tongue out and gave Luke's teen gun a loving lick from the root
to the purple mushroom head. He sighed.

"Yeah. That's it. Keep going."

I took a longer lick, this time starting from his ball sack. And then I
just kept licking, feeling his rod grow under my tongue. After maybe twelve
passionate licks his cock was pointing towards the ceiling, ready to be
serviced.

"That's enough. Open up."

I opened my mouth and Luke didn't waste any time penetrating it. He guided
his joystick between my lips and made a tentative push. It surprised me and
I gagged a little. He pulled out and let me catch breath for a second or
two. Then he pushed in again, this time a bit deeper. The musky taste and
smell of unwashed teenage crotch filled my world, and I loved it. I was now
tasting another boy's cock; something I had dreamed about so many times
alone in my room, never expecting to experience it in real life.

Luke started pumping his dick in and out; gently at first, but his moves
became more determined with every thrust.

I panicked at first as he forced his cock deeper in my mouth, but after a
minute or so I suddenly realized my nose and upper lip were pressed on his
pubes and my lower lip met his ball sack. Every six inches of Luke's love
ambassador were now inside my mouth. He saw that too, of course.

"Yeah, that's the way."

When he saw I could now take in his entire young cock, all his inhibitions
disappeared. He took a strong hold of my head with his both hands and
started to pound my face for real.

"Squeeze your lips tight and start sucking. Use your tongue and watch your
teeth."

It wasn't a suggestion or a request, it was a command. And I obeyed,
tightening my lips around Luke's pumping cum-missile. I took hold of his
rock-hard buttocks, pulling him closer with every inward thrust.

"Oh yeah. This is what faggots are for. You're a better cocksucker than the
school fag," he panted.

His degrading words were humiliating, of course, but the dirty talk was
also a huge turn-on for me, coming from this young stallion. It was a part
of his enjoyment; he was pleased with my performance as his sexual
attendant and that was all that mattered.

Luke was now lost in his own lust. There was no warmth or friendship
between us anymore, I was just a fag he used as an outlet for his needs.
And I accepted that with gratitude. We both had only one ambition there, to
bring Luke to orgasm.

The forceful skull-fucking took maybe five minutes. A mixture of precum and
spit ran down my chin and neck and my jaw was numb, but I was determined to
serve Luke until he got his satisfaction.

Finally I felt his rod starting to pulse heavily between my lips and I knew
the finale was at hand. Right after that he grunted, exhaled deeply and
filled my mouth with cum.

Most of his first load went straight down my throat, but I backed down a
little so I could catch the next one in my mouth. This copious shipment of
teen fluid  was a gift from Luke and I was determined to drink every drop
he deposited in me. I realized that a young cocksucker and cum-junkie had
been living as a prisoner inside my body all these years; and now Luke had
opened the doors. I finally knew who I was.

He withdrew himself from me after shooting four shots of warm slime into my
mouth. I swallowed the rest of it and wiped my mouth with the back of my
hand.

Suddenly I felt a rush of emotions and started to cry. Luke looked
surprised and put his hand on my shoulder.

"What's wrong, man? Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head, unable to speak.

"What is it then, tell me. Is it because I called you faggot? That's just
guy-talk."

I took a deep breath and looked up, meeting his blue eyes.

"No, no. It's just that... that was the best thing ever, thank you so much,
Luke," I sobbed and leaned over to kiss his softening cock.

Luke laughed.

"You thank me for letting you suck me off?"

I smiled, tears still running down my cheeks.

"Yes. And  I want to do it again, soon. And you can call me whatever you
want. Just let me suck you off again."

"Well, you're welcome. And I see you enjoyed it a lot," he said pointing my
tenting shorts with his finger.

"Yeah. I guess it's no use asking you to do something about it?"

He chuckled.

"You're right. I don't do dicks. But you can use my boxers and socks to
jack off if while I'm taking a shower," he said and poked the boxers on the
floor with his toe.

Ouch! I guess that was meant to be a helpful admission. Luke saw the hurt
look on my face. He looked embarrassed for a second or two but then a
shining smile appeared on his face.

"I tell you what. I'll let you wash my back."

My mood brightened immediately.

"Yeah? What are we waiting for, then?"

I followed Luke to the bathroom, admiring his bubble buttocks swaying as he
walked. He stepped in the shower cubicle and adjusted the water
temperature. Then he moved under the shower and let the warm water embrace
his body while I waited outside. He reached for the shampoo bottle, but I
intervened quickly.

"I could wash your hair, too."

He laughed.

"I bet you could. Okay."

I stepped inside the cubicle and took the bottle from him. I was fully
clothed as I reckoned that Luke wouldn't want to see me naked. But that
didn't matter. I poured some shampoo on my palm and spread it into his
hair. Then I kneaded his thick locks thoroughly with my fingers. I repeated
the process as I could feel that his hair really needed a good wash.
Finally he rinsed his hair under the shower while I stood there watching.
The foam ran down on his taut body, making it shine in the dim light of the
bathroom.  He looked absolutely divine in my eyes.

I took the soap bar and rubbed soap on my palms. Luke saw that and turned
his back to me, clasping his hands on top of his head. I started to soap
Luke's back gently, worshiping his tanned skin and hard muscles. His
armpits were fully exposed, so I extended the definition of "back" and
washed the sensitive skin and  soft hairs of his pits carefully.  Then I
worked my way slowly downwards, making sure I touched every spot of his
back. I hesitated when I reached his buttocks. He flinched and I backed
immediately. I didn't want to scare him, but I hated the idea of having to
stop worshiping his body, so I tried another tactics. I poured more soap on
my palm and rubbed it on his neck and chest. He didn't stop me so I soaped
and washed his sides. Then I reached to his front with my hands so I could
wash his stomach. I took extra care to clean his navel and the small
canyons between the mounds of his six-pack. Then I continued downwards,
until my finger met his pubes.

"That's far enough. I don't feel like it now."

Shit! But I wasn't going to give in without trying. I had just sucked him
off, so there was little need for shyness.

"I could wash your legs."

Luke laughed.

"Oh my god, what have I done? I've created a monster! A fag monster!"

We both laughed. Luke's laughter turned into a mischievous grin. He bent
his head back and filled his mouth with water. Then he sprayed it directly
in my face.

"Ask me nice."

So he wanted me to beg his permission to wash his legs! Well, if that's
what was needed, so be it.  I kneeled down on the plastic floor. Water was
now pouring straight on me and my clothes became soaking wet in an
instance, but I didn't care. I looked up to Luke's grinning face.

"Luke, please let me wash your legs. I'll wash them really well if you let
me. Please."

He laughed again and ruffled my hair.

"Go for it, dude."

I rubbed soap on my hands again and started to wash Luke's feet. I could
hear him chuckle above me, but he leaned on the wall of the cubicle and
lifted his feet one after another so I was able to give them a thorough
wash. When I had cleaned his every toe with great care I let my hands move
up, working on his hairy calves.

When I  reached his knees he interrupted me.

"Okay, enough treats for one day, dude. Now get the fuck out of here."

The comment was curt but he said it in a good-mannered way. I got up and
stepped out of the cubicle, closing the slide door behind me. I stepped out
of my shorts, stripped off my shirt and dropped the wet clothes on the
floor. I dried myself hastily and rushed to the laundry room, hoping that I
wouldn't bump into Danny with my hard-on stretching the front of my boxers.

I picked up Luke's boxers and sat down on the floor with my back to the
wall. The taste of teen cum was still strong in my mouth, and when I
inhaled Luke's scent through his underwear, I shot my load immediately into
my shorts.

Luke had called it a win-win situation. Sure, he used me to drop a load.
But I felt he had given me so much more. He had changed my whole life in
less than an hour. I knew I would be grateful and in debt for him for the
rest of my life.

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