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Pete stopped in the boy's can to take a piss on the way
back
to the prom. Standing at the next urinal was a small cute
kid named Clark
Stimky. Clark was a faggot and everybody knew it. He was at
the prom with
this skank who was just a pal of his, a girl with glasses
that no decent
stud would look at twice. Pete knew that Clark had a crush
on him, just like
all the faggots at the high school did. There were at least
fifteen known
faggots in the school. The latest thing among high
schoolers seemed to be
faggots coming out in public. Clark had not announced that
he was gay, in
fact he denied it, but Pete could tell from the way the boy
looked at him.
Clark was just finishing his piss, but when he saw Pete
walk in, he hugged
he urinal and stood there, obviously hoping to get a look
at Pete's prick.
The adorable high school senior decided to play along
with the faggot.
Standing back about two feet from the porcelain urinal, he
opened his tux
pants and let them drop, allowing his fat dick to hang free
under his shirt
tails. Then he held up his shirt tails, revealing his
beautiful heavy
hanging hunk of teenage fuckmeat.
"How's it going, Dude?" He casually asked Clark, as he
leaned back and
without touching his dick started to piss a hard wide
stream into the
urinal.
"Ah...huh? Fine. Fine, Pete." Clark's eyes almost bugged
out of his head.
He couldn't look away. He was looking right at Pete. His
mouth kind of hung
open, the way faggot's do when they are near dick. Clark
was a cute kid, if
you go for faggots.
"You gotten any head in the senior locker room? The cunt
mouth back there
is really good tonight."
"Ah...no...I ah...." Clark didn't know what to say. His
own teenage
prick was getting achingly hard, as he hid it by standing
even closer to his
own urinal.
"That's right, you probably don't want any cunt mouth.
You would probably
rather be back there on your knees yourself, sucking on
jock dick, right, my
friend?"
"Ah, what are you...no that's not true...I'm
not..."Clark was totally
flustered by the handsomest boy in the school.
"Oh come on, Fuckface, you can con the other guys, but
not me. I know a
faggot when I see one. You can't take your eyes off my
dick, can you? You
want a better look?"
With that, Pete turned and started to piss all over
Clark's tuxedo pants.
He pissed up onto the kids hip, and down to his shoes.
Clark squeeled like a
stud pig and pulled away, revealing his pulsing pink
hardon. Pete laughed
and pissed right on the boy's dick and all over the front
of his pants. Then
he cut off his piss flow.
"Kneel down!"
"What? Come on, Pete, get serious!"
"I am serious. Deadly serious. Kneel down, faggot, or I
will tell every
senior that you hit on me in the toilet and begged to suck
my dick. You know
they will believe me. So fucking kneel down now!"
"But you pissed all over the floor...I'll..."
"You will shut your fucking mouth and kneel down!
Clark Stimky knelt down in the puddle of piss at his
feet. Pete stood
over him with his fat dick in his hand. Then he pissed
again, all over the
boy's face. Piss cascaded down the kid's face, ran from his
chin and soaked
his white tux shirt. Pete made sure the piss flow covered
the boy's face.
Nose. Eyes, Mouth. He especially coated those full young
teenage boy lips.
"You know, Clark, if you are a real good boy and do what
I say, I just
might let you suck my dick some time. Now stick your face
in the urinal and
start to lick it clean."
Clark was emitting little sobs as he licked the urinal,
and Pete finished
his piss on the back of the boy's hair. Then he zipped up
and headed back
toward the prom. He saw Phil Benton coming out of the
locker room. Phil was
a weird kid, but built like a brick shithouse and great on
the football
team. He was carrying something in his hand that Pete
recognized.
"What you got there, Phil?" Pete said slapping the big
dumb lug on the
back.
"Huh? Oh nothing Pete, Just a used condom. I forgt to
throw it out in the
locker room and not I gotta find a trash can."
"Phil, you mean to tell me you wore a rubber to get a
blow job?"
"Fuck yeah...you don't know where those slutty freshman
twat mouths have
been or what diseases they might carry. I ain't taking no
chances."
Phil was big, as I said, and he held up this huge
streteched out
elongated condom with the bottom third filled with milky
yellow white cum.
"Jesus Christ, Phil, you shoot a big load!"
"Yeah, that's what they say!" The huge guy smiled
sheepishly.
"You know what, buddy, I'll take that dicksheath off
your hands. I can
play a good joke on Marcy with it."
"You fucking with me?" Phil didn't like to be teased
because of his
dumbness.
"No, my man, I am not shitting you! I have a really good
idea. Now just
give me that used cocksack." Pete took the disgusting cum
filled rubber in
one hand and held in his pocket. Then he sauntered back
into the prom. He
found Marcy in the corner talking with a bunch of other
girls who were
wondering where their dates were.
"There you are, sweetie, I been looking all the fuck over
for you."
"I've been looking for you too. What took you so long?"
She was such a
pretty girl. So petite and innocent looking with great
tits.
"Come here, I got a surprise for you. Now close your
eyes and open your
mouth."
"Pete, really not here in front of everyone. You know
how shy I am."
"I love you and you love me, and I don't care who the
fuck knows it!" He
flashed her his sexiest smile. His eyes danced merrily. She
leaned in and
opened her mouth. He took the cum filled condom from his
pocket and put it
in her mouth.
Her eyes grew wide as she tasted the rubber dick sheath
with the cock
snot leaking out of it.she gagged and reached up to remove
it, but Pete put
his hand over her mouth.
"I did that for you baby, special from me to you. That's
what took me so
long. I did that just for you. Now be a good girl, and show
me how much you
love me and suck that rubber clean for me."
Marcy's eyes took on a confused look, but she loved Pete
so much, and he
was always up to some kind of foolishness. She was not
afraid to taste his
cum. She did it three or four times a day. So she sucked on
the dirty
condom.
"That's my Girl! Now what say we dance?"
Marcy couldn't answer with her mouth full of cum and
rubber. But she
nodded her head.
"Oh, one more thing." Pete led his girlfriend into a
darkened corner of
the gym. "I been wanting to do this all night." He reached
up under her
prom dress and peeled her panties down. Marcy tried to
protest, but her
mouth had a rubber in it.
"You know I fucking hate it when you wear underwear
under your skirts.
Well, the same goes for a prom dress. I like it when your
pussy is naked and
free and beautiful!" He saw a Freshman boy, a prom helper,
serving punch
and tossed the panties to him.
"Here kid, a souvenir from the prom, Marcy's panties. If
you hurry, you
can still smell her cunt and suck some of her pussy juice
from them."
"Pete, Please, not so loud..." Marcy said, taking the
rubber from her
mouth. The Freshman boy could not believe what he was
seeing. Pete took the
rubber and held it up.
"Put it on your tongue."
"But Pete, I swallowed most of your..."
"Put it on your tongue, clean out the inside way down to
the tip."His
dick was hard again already. The freshman boy had abandoned
the punch table,
probably to go suck on the panties in the boys' can and
jerk off.
"Let's dance, Bitch." Pete swung Marcy out on to the
dance floor. Old
Miss Franken whom the kids called Frankenstein smiled and
turned to Miss
Theophile. "Don't they make a lovely couple. So romantic."
Marcy sucked on the rubber on her tongue, swallowing
Phil Benton's
fuckslop. Pete smiled, closing his eyes and dreaming of
fucking the shit out
of Marcy's little sister. It wouldn't be long and he'd have
his dick balls
deep in the little bitch. The flat chested bald pussied
little cunt was just
asking for it every time she batted her big eyes at Pete.
Pete wanted to
bat her in the face with his hard dick! Soon...after
tonight. After Marcy
got gang fucked by every stud in the senior class! After
tonight, Marcy
would be nothing but the high school cum dump! And that was
just the way
Pete wanted her. He himself could not wait to fist fuck
her. She of course
never let him put more than three fingers up her twat when
they were "Making
Love." She complained that it hurt too much. He smiled as
he wondered
briefly how she would feel when he was in her up to his
forearm! With his
other hand up her ass! Oh yeah, it was going to be a great
Prom Night! Pete stopped in the boy's can to take a piss on the way
back
to the prom. Standing at the next urinal was a small cute
kid named Clark
Stimky. Clark was a faggot and everybody knew it. He was at
the prom with
this skank who was just a pal of his, a girl with glasses
that no decent
stud would look at twice. Pete knew that Clark had a crush
on him, just like
all the faggots at the high school did. There were at least
fifteen known
faggots in the school. The latest thing among high
schoolers seemed to be
faggots coming out in public. Clark had not announced that
he was gay, in
fact he denied it, but Pete could tell from the way the boy
looked at him.
Clark was just finishing his piss, but when he saw Pete
walk in, he hugged
he urinal and stood there, obviously hoping to get a look
at Pete's prick.
The adorable high school senior decided to play along
with the faggot.
Standing back about two feet from the porcelain urinal, he
opened his tux
pants and let them drop, allowing his fat dick to hang free
under his shirt
tails. Then he held up his shirt tails, revealing his
beautiful heavy
hanging hunk of teenage fuckmeat.
"How's it going, Dude?" He casually asked Clark, as he
leaned back and
without touching his dick started to piss a hard wide
stream into the
urinal.
"Ah...huh? Fine. Fine, Pete." Clark's eyes almost bugged
out of his head.
He couldn't look away. He was looking right at Pete. His
mouth kind of hung
open, the way faggot's do when they are near dick. Clark
was a cute kid, if
you go for faggots.
"You gotten any head in the senior locker room? The cunt
mouth back there
is really good tonight."
"Ah...no...I ah...." Clark didn't know what to say. His
own teenage
prick was getting achingly hard, as he hid it by standing
even closer to his
own urinal.
"That's right, you probably don't want any cunt mouth.
You would probably
rather be back there on your knees yourself, sucking on
jock dick, right, my
friend?"
"Ah, what are you...no that's not true...I'm
not..."Clark was totally
flustered by the handsomest boy in the school.
"Oh come on, Fuckface, you can con the other guys, but
not me. I know a
faggot when I see one. You can't take your eyes off my
dick, can you? You
want a better look?"
With that, Pete turned and started to piss all over
Clark's tuxedo pants.
He pissed up onto the kids hip, and down to his shoes.
Clark squeeled like a
stud pig and pulled away, revealing his pulsing pink
hardon. Pete laughed
and pissed right on the boy's dick and all over the front
of his pants. Then
he cut off his piss flow.
"Kneel down!"
"What? Come on, Pete, get serious!"
"I am serious. Deadly serious. Kneel down, faggot, or I
will tell every
senior that you hit on me in the toilet and begged to suck
my dick. You know
they will believe me. So fucking kneel down now!"
"But you pissed all over the floor...I'll..."
"You will shut your fucking mouth and kneel down!
Clark Stimky knelt down in the puddle of piss at his
feet. Pete stood
over him with his fat dick in his hand. Then he pissed
again, all over the
boy's face. Piss cascaded down the kid's face, ran from his
chin and soaked
his white tux shirt. Pete made sure the piss flow covered
the boy's face.
Nose. Eyes, Mouth. He especially coated those full young
teenage boy lips.
"You know, Clark, if you are a real good boy and do what
I say, I just
might let you suck my dick some time. Now stick your face
in the urinal and
start to lick it clean."
Clark was emitting little sobs as he licked the urinal,
and Pete finished
his piss on the back of the boy's hair. Then he zipped up
and headed back
toward the prom. He saw Phil Benton coming out of the
locker room. Phil was
a weird kid, but built like a brick shithouse and great on
the football
team. He was carrying something in his hand that Pete
recognized.
"What you got there, Phil?" Pete said slapping the big
dumb lug on the
back.
"Huh? Oh nothing Pete, Just a used condom. I forgt to
throw it out in the
locker room and not I gotta find a trash can."
"Phil, you mean to tell me you wore a rubber to get a
blow job?"
"Fuck yeah...you don't know where those slutty freshman
twat mouths have
been or what diseases they might carry. I ain't taking no
chances."
Phil was big, as I said, and he held up this huge
streteched out
elongated condom with the bottom third filled with milky
yellow white cum.
"Jesus Christ, Phil, you shoot a big load!"
"Yeah, that's what they say!" The huge guy smiled
sheepishly.
"You know what, buddy, I'll take that dicksheath off
your hands. I can
play a good joke on Marcy with it."
"You fucking with me?" Phil didn't like to be teased
because of his
dumbness.
"No, my man, I am not shitting you! I have a really good
idea. Now just
give me that used cocksack." Pete took the disgusting cum
filled rubber in
one hand and held in his pocket. Then he sauntered back
into the prom. He
found Marcy in the corner talking with a bunch of other
girls who were
wondering where their dates were.
"There you are, sweetie, I been looking all the fuck over
for you."
"I've been looking for you too. What took you so long?"
She was such a
pretty girl. So petite and innocent looking with great
tits.
"Come here, I got a surprise for you. Now close your
eyes and open your
mouth."
"Pete, really not here in front of everyone. You know
how shy I am."
"I love you and you love me, and I don't care who the
fuck knows it!" He
flashed her his sexiest smile. His eyes danced merrily. She
leaned in and
opened her mouth. He took the cum filled condom from his
pocket and put it
in her mouth.
Her eyes grew wide as she tasted the rubber dick sheath
with the cock
snot leaking out of it.she gagged and reached up to remove
it, but Pete put
his hand over her mouth.
"I did that for you baby, special from me to you. That's
what took me so
long. I did that just for you. Now be a good girl, and show
me how much you
love me and suck that rubber clean for me."
Marcy's eyes took on a confused look, but she loved Pete
so much, and he
was always up to some kind of foolishness. She was not
afraid to taste his
cum. She did it three or four times a day. So she sucked on
the dirty
condom.
"That's my Girl! Now what say we dance?"
Marcy couldn't answer with her mouth full of cum and
rubber. But she
nodded her head.
"Oh, one more thing." Pete led his girlfriend into a
darkened corner of
the gym. "I been wanting to do this all night." He reached
up under her
prom dress and peeled her panties down. Marcy tried to
protest, but her
mouth had a rubber in it.
"You know I fucking hate it when you wear underwear
under your skirts.
Well, the same goes for a prom dress. I like it when your
pussy is naked and
free and beautiful!" He saw a Freshman boy, a prom helper,
serving punch
and tossed the panties to him.
"Here kid, a souvenir from the prom, Marcy's panties. If
you hurry, you
can still smell her cunt and suck some of her pussy juice
from them."
"Pete, Please, not so loud..." Marcy said, taking the
rubber from her
mouth. The Freshman boy could not believe what he was
seeing. Pete took the
rubber and held it up.
"Put it on your tongue."
"But Pete, I swallowed most of your..."
"Put it on your tongue, clean out the inside way down to
the tip."His
dick was hard again already. The freshman boy had abandoned
the punch table,
probably to go suck on the panties in the boys' can and
jerk off.
"Let's dance, Bitch." Pete swung Marcy out on to the
dance floor. Old
Miss Franken whom the kids called Frankenstein smiled and
turned to Miss
Theophile. "Don't they make a lovely couple. So romantic."
Marcy sucked on the rubber on her tongue, swallowing
Phil Benton's
fuckslop. Pete smiled, closing his eyes and dreaming of
fucking the shit out
of Marcy's little sister. It wouldn't be long and he'd have
his dick balls
deep in the little bitch. The flat chested bald pussied
little cunt was just
asking for it every time she batted her big eyes at Pete.
Pete wanted to
bat her in the face with his hard dick! Soon...after
tonight. After Marcy
got gang fucked by every stud in the senior class! After
tonight, Marcy
would be nothing but the high school cum dump! And that was
just the way
Pete wanted her. He himself could not wait to fist fuck
her. She of course
never let him put more than three fingers up her twat when
they were "Making
Love." She complained that it hurt too much. He smiled as
he wondered
briefly how she would feel when he was in her up to his
forearm! With his
other hand up her ass! Oh yeah, it was going to be a great
Prom Night!
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