Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2023 01:51:42 +0000 From: Derek Jensen Subject: "Breaking the Ceiling" Chapter 2 Hey all! Thanks for the feedback on the first chapter! Here's another one. Forgot to remind y'all in the previous one that Nifty needs our donations to keep the site up and running, as well as continue to provide us with erotic stories that we all love. Use https://donate.nifty.org/ to know more, I know they truly greatly appreciate it! ------------------------------------- Chapter 2 -- Dad's basement Ever since that afternoon in the bushes, I managed to get a chance to suck Rick's cock at least every other day. The summer heat became synonymous with a good blowjob. He would always find a way to pull me aside, or wait until our friends had gone home, to skull fuck me as furiously as he could. I even sneaked out once or twice at night, through my bedroom window, when he would throw pebbles and didn't say nothing when I looked at him standing there in the dark. He didn't need to say anything -- I knew what he wanted. And I knew I wanted it even more than he did. I was becoming obsessed with dick. True that Rick's was the only one I had been playing with, but everything I thought about was related to him. We didn't even talk about random stuff much, like I did with my other friends. No new video games, or TV shows to catch up on. Just simple small talk when in a group, and him calling me a fag and a bitch when we were alone. I'm not ashamed to say I fucking loved it, and played a little part of reluctance, just to amp him up and make him rougher. A month later it was my eleventh birthday. July's heatwave was in full swing, and my parents decided to take me and some of my mates to the local swimming pool. I thought about inviting Rick, but figured it would be slightly odd, since we weren't really close at the end of the day, and for all anyone knew. Him coming with us would also be too much for me to bare. Although thinking about looking at him in trunks and nothing else made me hard as hell, I didn't want anyone else to notice any sort of tension. I ended up deciding against it. This ended up not mattering much. He was there. I was enjoying my sunny afternoon, playing in the pool with my friends, when I reached the edge to take a breather, water still up to my chest. Cleaning my eyes from the chlorine, I noticed someone barefoot standing in front of me. I looked up and saw Rick, arms crossed, trucker hat backwards, black trunks rolled up to his knees, with aviator sunglasses that were a tad too big for his face. He grinned and squatted in front of me. My heart sank. `What you up to?' He asked, with a smug look. `It's my birthday...' `Oh! Happy birthday!' He said, genuinely, much to my surprise, as he took off his shades. `By the way, glad I caught you. I've been meaning to tell you something. I was talking to my mom, and she told me your parents are gonna be gone next weekend.' `Yeah, they're going up north.' `And you'll be all alone?' Shit. I knew what was coming, but I wasn't sure if I felt comfortable with the idea. `My big brother's gonna be home.' Which was the absolute truth, although he was an angsty 18-year-old teenager, who didn't pay me much attention those days. `Do you think he'll be cool if I show up?' `Probably...' I didn't want to confirm nor deny he could come over, but he did it for me. `Nice! I'll be there! I'll bring you a birthday gift.' He smiled as he said this, which was odd, because I never pegged him for a gift-giving person. He took off his hat to wipe off the sweat, revealing a fresh buzz cut, which made him seem more rugged and older. He then waved at my friends who noticed him and joined us at the edge of the pool. They asked him if he wanted to chill with us, but he said he was on his way out. When he did, my mates came out of the pool to go relax, but I obviously was sporting a boner at this point, and said I was gonna be a while. I couldn't stop thinking about him during the rest of the day. A couple of days later Friday came around. My mom and dad packed the car, and kissed us goodbye, explaining there were numbers on the kitchen counter for an emergency, money on the dresser, and enough food to reheat to last us a war. When they were gone, my brother David immediately went to his room and started blasting some Metallica music. He didn't need to say he didn't want me to bother him, but we had different interests anyway, so I wasn't phased at all. I hadn't seen Rick since the pool and was unsure if he was still gonna show up. I spent the rest of the day doing my summer homework and playing video games, trying to ignore how nervous I was. Although we had a good understanding going, I'd be lying if I said Rick didn't intimidate me a little bit. Even though they were rumors to others, Rick knew exactly who I was: a little bitch who loved to suck dick. Him having this power over me provided some dread, mixed in with all the horniness. So naturally I was worried about bringing him to my private space. Mixing my family life with my sex life didn't seem like the right thing to do. And at the time, I wasn't certain why that fear was also incredibly alluring. It was half past 9pm when I heard the doorbell ring. I went over to the front door, thinking my brother had ordered a pizza or something, since he didn't come down to eat dinner with me. It was Rick. And he had someone else with him. It was Marco, from school. Same height as Rick, year older, dark haired cornrows, dark skin, also slightly buff but less hairy. I know that last part because he had PE at the same time as my class, and used the locker rooms at the same time. I couldn't deny I haven't looked his way a couple of times, but what was he doing here? `Hey Derek! Hope you don't mind I brought a friend.' `That's okay I guess...' I said, anxiety bursting through my chest. `Hey man! `Hey Marco.' `So is your brother really home?' He asked, faking sadness in his face. `Yeah but he won't care.' I didn't even invite them in, and they barged through the door with their figures. They stopped in the hallway entry. They were wearing plain shirts and Adidas shorts. Rick had flip-flops, and a green jacket on, along with his trucker hat. Marco was wearing a black hoodie and some off brand black sneakers. `Nice house!' Said Marco. `Yeah, it is. What's in there?' Rick asked, pointing to a door beneath the staircase. `That's my dad's cave. It's just boring stuff there. You guys can come into my room! I got the latest Tekken for my birthday.' `Later, later... Let's go into the basement!' Rick said, as if he already decided. `Yeah, more privacy.' Marco agreed. What did he mean by privacy? Did Rick say something? Rick opened the door and they made their way downstairs. I stopped at the top of the staircase, looking at those two guys doing what they wanted, wondering if this was the worst plan in the world. Marco turned back. `You coming?' He asked, prompting me to shut the door behind me. The basement had a washing machine at the end of the stairs, but everything else was up to my dad's taste. A couch, two reclining lounge chairs, a coffee table with an ashtray and a poker set in a box, and a few shelves with a small flat screen and some books. It reeked of my dad's cigars, so I opened the few small windows available. They both sat on the couch, and Rick removed his jacket. As I sat down on one of the chairs, a million thoughts went through my head. Mostly about what was about to happen. Marco lit up a cigarette, since he saw an ashtray on the table, but I was too worried about the situation at hand to care about smoke in the room. After all, my dad already smoked in here constantly. `So Derek...' `Yeah?' `Tell me. Do you wanna suck me off right now?' Rick asked, immediately making me flush. I couldn't say anything, I was shocked. `See?' He asked, turning to Marco. `He didn't deny it!' Marco said, laughing, as I realized that not answering cemented the idea he must've already had about me being a cocksucker. `Here?' Was my genius response. Marco laughed some more. `Oh c'mon! Your parents aren't home! What's the worst thing that can happen? Plus, I brought you a gift, like I promised!' Rick explained, pointing at his friend next to him, who was rubbing his crotch with his free hand. He did have a point. We were alone, and I very much wanted some action, since I hadn't gotten any in 3 days. Was it really okay for me to suck someone else? What if he snitched on me? What if Rick snitched on me, for that matter? So many questions... `My brother's upstairs...' I fought back. `I don't think your bro's coming out of his room dude...' Marco said, clearly referring to the loud music we could hear muffled in the background. Rick took off his shorts, again commando, and started lazily jerking his meat, already at a half-chub. `C'mon bitch, don't make me wait.' He said. A lot of fears were bubbling inside me. What if my parents inexplicably came home 2 days early, or what if my brother came downstairs, or what if one of these guys started shouting to the neighbors that I was a faggot! Absurd things, but I couldn't help but feel them. But the biggest fear, was rejecting Rick, letting him walk out of here, erection unsucked, and missing out on all future opportunities to do sexual stuff with him. Focusing on that particular fear, I got up, got down on my knees in front of him, swallowed my embarrassment of doing this in front of someone I barely know, and started lapping at his dick. I could hear his usual grin, as he leaned back, letting me do what I do best. The stench was intense and I wondered if he hadn't showered that day. I loved smelling his sweaty groin as I tasted his pole. I used as much saliva as I could, gradually feeling more comfortable in that position. I fucking loved the taste so much, and loved even more hearing him groan and whispering a `fuck', here and there. I looked over at Marco, and saw that he was stroking his dick for all to see. Half an inch bigger than Rick, I wondered how the fuck I was gonna get that in my mouth. I looked at his smooth face, and saw that he was looking at me with a much more aggressive glare than Rick usually does. It startled me, so I went back to looking at the task at hand. Rick took off his shirt, exposing his defined pecks and six pack stomach. He was getting hairier every day, which increased the musk every time he worked out. The room was filled with it, mixed in with the cigarette smoke and the smell of wet dick. I started going in faster, as I was used to the shape my mouth had to make to get it all in. I also used my tongue to give little licks on the base of the head where it met the foreskin, making him moan louder. I started feeling his dick twitching on its own, telling me it was about to burst, but then he grabbed my hair and stopped me, pulling me off of him. `Hey... Why don't you show my mate some love too.' Marco just looked at me, lazily stroking himself. When he heard this, he took off his hoodie and stayed in his sleeveless gray shirt. `Are you sure?' Why did I ask him that? `Oh c'mon bitch.' Marco said, a bit too loud for my taste. `Are you really telling me you don't want this?' He pointed his fat dick upwards, foreskin halfway up the head, glistening in the light. I couldn't think properly, and after ten minutes of getting my throat fucked, my lust was taking over my train of thought. I moved to the side, still on my knees and jerked Marco's dick a bit before I tried putting it in my mouth. It tasted fresh, he had definitely showered. His pubes smelled of Axe body wash, and it wasn't as velvety as Rick's. I could feel the veins on it, but I couldn't get more than half-way in, so I started to lick the sides to get it nice and lubed up. Rick got up, hard dick flapping about, and he turned on a fan that was off to a corner. I noticed it had gotten extremely warm inside the basement, but I couldn't care less. He also turned off the lights, leaving only the orange glow from outside seeping in through the windows. As he did this, Marco took the opportunity to slam my face on his dick, and held the back of my head with his arms. I bet he saw this in a porn video or something. I couldn't breathe, the head reached the back of my throat and his pubes were on my nose. `Fuuuuck, that feels fucking amazing.' I gagged and coughed, and slapped him on his leg, but he didn't care. I heard Rick chuckle. Tears started streaming down my face. When I was about to pass out, he let me go, and I fell back. I coughed loudly and tried to catch my breath, hurling buckets of spit into my mouth. `Are you hard you fucking psycho?' Marco asked, noticing my boner through my shorts. `Yeah, he's kind of a pig too.' Rick said, standing behind me smoking. `Get back here.' Marco almost shouted. `You're being too loud!' I whispered. Rick grabbed my hair to hold me in place. `Your brother doesn't care, I can hear his shitty music. No one can hear you.' He could've said that no one could hear us but he probably wanted me to feel even lower than I already felt. He threw me in front of him and my face landed on Marco's crotch. I started licking his balls, loving the fact that I was being treated like that by two guys bigger than me. Sooner than I expected, I managed to mold my lips to Marco's shape, and the faster I sucked, the less aggressive he got. Looking back, he wanted that porn experience, which is why I started trying to take it all in so he could hear me gag on it. A few moments later, after I got back into the flow of sucking, I felt two hands taking off my cargo shorts. I stopped them and took my mouth off Marco's dick. `Wait, no.' I told Rick. `Calm down, bitch. I just wanna see what you're working it.' I didn't have a particularly good can, so that just cemented that I knew what he wanted. `I don't wanna do that!' I whispered. Although I kind of did, I mostly didn't. I was too scared for that. He leaned in my ear as he knelt down. `Derek, I'm not gonna do that, don't worry. I just wanna rub it there a little.' Something about the tone in his voice made me relax. He wasn't being violent like usual, he was really assuring me nothing was gonna happen other than what was already happening. I couldn't say no, if he really did mean it when he said he wasn't gonna stick it in. I let him pull my shorts down and I let Marco pull me back onto his dick. He held my head in place and started pumping his dick into me, and I suddenly felt spit being spat down my crack. Thank Christ I had had a late shower that day. Rick spread the spit onto my hole and I felt his shaft as he pulled my hips towards his and pressed them against his, choking his meat. I kept thinking "he's not gonna do it, he's not gonna do it", trying desperately to believe that. He started rubbing it up and down, moaning a little bit. Marco was also enjoying seeing this. `Hey if you don't wanna fuck the bitch, I'll fuck her.' My heart sank, but my head was still being held in place, so I couldn't speak. `Nah man. If someone's gonna break her in it's gonna be me.' That made me feel queasy, but also... protected? Like he had my back. `Selfish ass.' Marco said, continuing to fuck my mouth as if it was a fleshlight. I could get him more than half-way now, and I held onto his legs and concentrated on my breathing. I was servicing him like the bitch that I was becoming. Or maybe the bitch that I had been all along. Opening my eyes, I couldn't see much. Just the orange glow from outside landing on Marco's face and arms. The smell and the sounds made me as hard as I'd ever been, and I think it had the same effect on them. Rick was now going faster, replacing the spit every couple of minutes. He slapped my buttcheeks and called me a "fucking bitch". Marco smacked me lightly, calling me a "good faggot", and pumped harder as I braced myself for what was coming. He precummed a lot, but it tasted sweet. Kind of citric. My jaw was hurting like hell, but I couldn't get enough of being treated like this. `Here it comes bitch! Swallow it!' He shouted. Then he groaned and stopped pumping with the head in the back of my throat. The cum went straight in, I didn't even have to swallow. Three volleys right where they should be. I tried getting off of him to cough but he held me there. Rick was still pumping his dick between my ass cheeks. Seeing Marco doing that sent him over the edge, and he threw two volleys on the back of my shirt, and left another one around my hole as he yelled "fuck!" in a proud manner. Marco let me off of him and I fell back as Rick got up. I cleaned my mouth with my hand and Marco just sat there grinning. He got up, zipped himself back on and grabbed his hoodie. Rick put his clothes back on. `What do you think, Derek? Same time tomorrow? I know your folks won't be back until Wednesday.' Rick asked, or rather, declared. His tone wasn't giving me much choice. I nodded. `Holy fuck, what a faggot.' Marco said. They left right after, and once again I was left sitting in my own nastiness, drenched in sweat and cum, my underwear soaking in precum. I got up, went to take a shower, and jerked off afterwards in bed. I couldn't finish of course, and I'm sure if I did, nothing would come out. It's like I was pent up, and although these experiences felt incredible, the properly said orgasm I had heard and read about wasn't making itself known. I still had to wait a bit for that. ------------------------------------- Copyright Derek Jensen, July 2023 Any and all similarities to real or fictional people are purely coincidental.