Jake and Me

I didn't know it at the time, but Jake was testing me.

The eighteen year

old sadistic stud was seeing how far he could take me...how

low I would

actually stoop, or in this case crawl. I crawled after him

into the

bathroom, like the stupid idiot I had become. Now I tell

myself that I knew

then I had no choice. I mean the kid was a high school

student with a cop

for a father and he could have ruined my entire life. True

he was eighteen

and legal, but still a guy like me going into a school and

having sex with a

student there. I mean, I would have been ruined. As it

turns out, I was

ruined anyway. I tell myself that was the reason I

crawled...but it's not

the truth. The truth is I crawled because no one ever

affected me like Jake

did. I crawled because of his fat flaccid swinging prick

and those huge

teenage balls. I crawled because of that killer ass with

the smooth tight

ass cheeks rising and falling as he swaggered ahead of me.

I crawled

because I had no defense against a gorgeous high school

senior. Even though

he was eighteen, there are those of you who would say I am

a child molester,

him being a school boy and all, But the truth is that I was

the one who was

molested. I was the one damaged and changed forever. I

never stood a chance

from the moment he set eyes on me.

When he got into the bathroom, he turned and smiled the

sweetest smile,

like a young kid delighted over Christmas. "Here, let me

help you. It's too

hard for you to crawl fisting all that cash. Just give it

all to me." I

stupidly raised my hand and opened it, and he scooped up

all the money I had

left. "You know Mr. G., When you are crawling, and you'll

be doing a lot

of that from now on, you might find it easier to carry

things in your

mouth...like dog's do." He said that in the kindest way,

like a scout

helping out an old lady. "My, my, my, your penis is sure

hard isn't it, Mr.

G. If some dude made me crawl around like a fucking

animal, my dick would

go soft in a second, but I guess that's the difference

between a straight

guy and a faggot, isn't it? Faggots love guys to work them

over. It's what

they live for. Now turn over on your back Mr.G and rest

your head on the rim

of the toilet bowl. No, up a little farther with your head

over the toilet

water...that's good. Great, Mr. G."

"Jake, I don't want this. This isn't sex...it isn't

part of..."

"Shhhhh, don't talk so much Mr. G. I don't like it

when you talk all

the time. Think about using your faggot mouth for other

things, ok?" My God,

his dick was beautiful...that's all I could think about.

Stupid I

know..utterly stupid. But it was such a perfect cock. Such

a perfect color

and texture and so thick and meaty even when flaccid, that

I couldn't take

my eyes off of it. He stood with legs spread, his fat

teenage fuckmeat

hanging over my face.

"Now open your mouth as wide as you can Mr. G." He

placed his hand on

his slender boy hips and puffed out his teenage chest a

little.

"No, Jake please. I am begging you, not

this...please..."

"Open nice and wide Mr. G. And don't close your eyes..I

want you to see

how good my aim is." Well his aim wasn;t so good.

Typical teenager, always thinking he can do better than he

really can. The

first splash of boypiss hit my chin and ran down my neck

onto my chest. He

giggled like a little boy and adjusted his lanky frame, so

the piss shot

higher, into my open mouth. My mouth filled quickly with

the bitter liquid

and it overflowed and ran down my cheeks and into the

toilet beneath me. I

got a little frantic and swallowed as quickly as I could,

tasting for the

first time in my life teenboy piss. And my fucking dick

got harder than

ever. I hated myself. I loathed my perversion. I deserved

what I was

getting. He jiggled his dick a little so the spray of pee

went up across my

nose and splashed into my eyes, stinging me. It got into

my hair and ran

down into my ears.

"This is awesome.." he whispered. I drank the boy's

piss. When the spray

had turned to a trickle and then stopped, he shook the last

few drop off

onto my face. I was mesmerized by the big fat pisshole, and

the way the

droplets of piss flew off onto me. My dick felt like it

was going to

explode. "There wasn't that cool? I knew you'd like it.

I'm gonna take a

shower, man, and while I do, I want you to hunt up an extra

set of keys for

me and your checkbook." He walked over to the shower,

smooth young back and

ass toward me...and I just looked up at him like he was a

God...I didn't

even think to wipe the piss off my face. I remember now

feeling a sense of

panic because I realized that our session was over, and

something in me

didn't want it to be over. I actually wanted him to stay

the night, but I

didn't dare ask him for fear of some new horror he might

visit upon me.

I was on the couch when he came padding out of the

bathroom naked and

proud dick swinging like a clock pendulum. His hair was

still damp and he

looked younger than ever. He smiled at me. "Off the

furniture Mr. G. The

furniture is off limits from now on. Even when I'm not

here. You sit on the

floor. Understand?"

"Yes..." I mumbled sliding off the couch onto

the carpet. Why the

fuck couldn't I stand up to him? Was it his youth, or

beauty, or a

combination of the two? Or something else? He walked

close to me, his fat

flaccid dick bobbing above me once again. It never got

small, even when he

was drained. "Keys," he said. And I handed to him my

extra set of keys.

"Oh good, car keys too. Cool. . And your checkbook." And your checkbook." I

handed up my

checkbook.

"I don't have a lot of money Jake. I'm trying to

build a career,

but I only have a couple of thousand in the bank. It's all

I have in the

world. "

He threw back his darling head and laughed. "Don't

worry, I'm not

going to spend that much. I just want to check out

Abacrombie to see what's

new. And Banana Republic. But you might think about

getting a decent job,

forget all this acting shit. Get a job as a waiter or

something. Look into

it this week. Look dork, these checks aren't worth shit if

you don't sign

them." He pouted and got a pen from the table and watched

me sign the blank

checks. He smiled down at me. "Time for Jake to go home

to do his homework

for school. You wanna kiss me goodbye?" He stuck his hips

out so his dick

wobbled a bit. The dickhead was like a fucking

plumb...honest to God.

"Your dick is so beautiful, Jake." I kissed the soft

skin of his pink

prickhead over and over, running my tongue over the big fat

piss slit that

never seemed to totally close.

"I know. You'll get to see it again tomorrow if

you're a good boy.

Now I gotta get dressed." he slipped on his shirt. It was

like night

descending on a gorgeous natural vista, inking it into

blackness.

"Jake, do you want to...would you like to sleep

over?"

He laughed again, tugging up his trousers, not

bothering to put on

any underwear. "Sleep with a faggot...I don't think so. My

dick would be

raw by morning." He pointed at his boxer shorts on the

floor. "I left you

my dirty underpants to suck on all night." We both knew I

would too. "Now

tomorrow, I think you arranged a rehearsal for just the

guys in swing choir.

Probably so you could get off looking at all the baskets

and asses without

the distraction of cunt."

I tried to preserve some shred of dignity, who knows

why. "That's not

true,Jake. The guys need the work. They can't learn the

steps as quickly as

the girls."

"Well that's because you give us guys such faggy steps

to do. We can't do

all that swishy shit. You ought to hear how we laugh behind

your back. “Is

Mr. Faggot coming today, the guys ask." He laughed then,

and I wanted to

cry. “Is Mr. Drooling over our teenage dicks, coming

today?”

"Well maybe I just shouldn't come back to the school, it

might better all

the way round."

"If you don't come back to the school, you don't get any

more of this

grade A prime fuckmeat. Now, it doesn't matter to me one

way or the other.

I got lots of twat I can stuff, but how about you? Do you

want some more of

Jakey's big fat fuck sausage?" He was tying his shoes. "I

asked you a

question."

"Yes, you know I want to see you again."

"Then I want you at school on time tomorrow, ready to

work. You try to

figure out some more studly steps for us guys, and I'll

tell the guys to try

to stop laughing at your swishy ass.” He flashed a toothy

smile at me. “ I

can't promise anything though, they can be pretty cruel

sometimes. And you

are such a fucking faggot. I mean, we all talk about it all

the time.

Now, for a few rules. When you come to teach us tomorrow, I

want you to wear

those tight jeans you wore to answer the door tonight, and

no underwear. Let

all the guys see your package. It might make them feel

sorry for you. You

know I think ninety percent of the guys in the junior and

senior class have

dicks bigger than yours. There are some fourteen year old

Freshmen who are

about your size." He laughed hard and slugged back the

rest of the

unfinished beer. "You know, I had an idea. If you taught

the eighth grade

boys and went after some of them, your dick might seem

pretty big to them.”

He stood up. His fucker pushed out the front of his pants,

and I wanted to

kiss it again.

"So you wear those tight jeans and a nice thin tee

shirt so we can see

your titties through it. Make sure it’s a really small,

tight tee shirt. I

want to see at least two inches of your belly showing at

the bottom. And

make sure we can see the brown of your titties through the

material. And if

you're real good at practice tomorrow, I'll give you some

more of Mr. Dick."

He stuffed my money and checkbook into his pants pocket and

moved to the

door, leaving me naked on the floor. He turned at the

door. "How would you

like me to shove my big fat prick up your asshole?"

I shook my head. "I've never done that." It was true,

I'd read about

it in dirty stories and watched porno videos, but the few

times in my life I

had tried it, it was too uncomfortable and hurt. I think I

my asshole was

too tight.

"Never been pussy fucked? A virgin? Well then you

have a real treat in

store for you, don't you?"

"Jake, could you call me later...could we just at least

talk about

this…about what we're feeling...please..."

"Sorry Mr. G., but I gotta call my girlfriend...make up

some excuse why

she didn't get any dick tonight. You gotta remember that

faggots are pretty

low on the ladder. You're lucky I have any time at all for

you. Lots of

teen twat wants this fuckmeat pretty bad. It's become a

kind of status

symbol around school to suck my dick. And the cunt who

gets to be my

girlfriend is pretty special. She's really respected. I

hear there's even a

club for cunts I've dumped. They get together and talk

about my cock and

what they all did. Hey maybe when I dump you, I can fix it

up so you are

the first guy to join that club. See you..." And he was

gone.

I sat in the middle of my living room and cried and

cried and cried. I

actually started to crawl toward the kitchen before I came

to my senses and

stood up and walked. I could taste his piss in my mouth.

I could smell his

sweat on my body, and my dick needed to shoot a fuckload so

badly it hurt.

In the alcove off my kitchen, I had a year book from the

school. I opened

it to his picture, and sat on the floor and masturbated. Am

I scum? Do you

know anyone like me?

The next day, I walked into the swing choir room and

ten guys applauded

and whistled at my jeans and tee shirt, led no doubt by

Jake who looked sexy

as hell. He wore a yellow pullover with a tee shirt

underneath and baggy

tan pants. He had a beaded bracelet around one wrist. I

tried to act

business like, but I had the feeling he had told some of

the guys what had

happened.

I had worked late into the night on some new

steps...more macho

steps...but in the middle of teaching the first one, one of

the big jocks

said right out loud, "I can't do that step Mr. G. Only a

faggot can do that

step."

I felt my face go red and heard the guys laugh. "We

will not use that

kind of language in Swing Choir." I said angrily.

Then Jake spoke up. "He's sorry Mr. C....what he

meant was that only

a cocksucking ball licking queer scumbag fucksow of a homo

could do that

step."

I stood frozen, sweat running from my armpits,

staring at Jake for

what seemed like an eternity, and he stared back. "Jake

please...." I said

quietly.

"Sorry, Mr. C...just trying to help. Oh, wonder why

I'm calling you

Mr. C? It's a kind of affectionate nickname. But I don't

think you wanna

know what it means right now." The guys had formed a kind

of circle around

me. "Mr. C., could you go over with me that step we do

with the girls in

that romantic part. I can't get it.." Jake asked. And he

stepped up behind

me. "Here...I'll be the guy and you be the girl." All the

guys laughed.

He took my arms from behind, as I had taught him, and then

he began to

undulate his body. As the girl, I was supposed to do the

same, my ass

against him. It was a dirty dancing kind of thing, but

really quite subtle,

and it looked good when the whole choir did it. it also

only lasted eight

counts. But now, Jake pressed his young hard body against

me and held my

arms, and I could feel his cock against my ass. I wondered

for the first

time if the girls in the swing choir felt the boys’ dickhe boys’ dicks

against their

asses during this step.

"Eh, I decided to change the step. I think it's too

risqué for swing

choir. We might get complaints..." Jake was humping his

cock against my

ass, and it was having a terrible effect on me. My own dick

was starting to

erect. Please believe me when I tell you that the fucking

kid's touch was

electric to me, and I could not help it.

"No. we like this step alot. Its the best one in the

number. Its kind of

like ass screwing." The guys roared with laughter. I could

feel them all

watching us intently. "But am I doing it right Mr.C? Do I

have enough

pelvic thrust?"

"You are doing it just fine Jake. Now let's go on to

something else..." I

felt the grip of his hands on my wrists as his loins rubbed

my ass.

"No, I wanna practice this some more. I wanna get it

right. " He was

humping his dick into my ass and the kids around were

busting a gut

laughing. And I was throwing a fucking boner.

"I think Mr. C. likes doing that step too." One of the

cute jocks said,

and some of the boys actually rolled on the floor with

laughter.

"Please stop now Jake." I tried to break away, but he

leaned in and

whispered in my ear.

"We stop when I say so." and then he ground his dick

harder into my

ass. "I think I'm getting it now, Sir. The trick is to

shove your dick

really hard right up into the girl's ass crack."

"Holy fuck, look at that.." said one of the junior

boys, and he

pointed at my crotch. I looked down to see a wet stain

forming at the bulge

of my dickhead. Oh Christ, I was leaking. I wanted to die.

I knew I should

never have gone back to the school. Nine teenage boys

stood around me in a

half circle, looking at the spooge spread soaking the

front of my jeans.

Jake let me go and stepped back.

"Come on guys, give me a break. It happens to all

guys. It probably

happens to you all the time." I tried pathetically to

laugh it off.

"Not from other guys it don't" one dangerously

handsome and dumb

jock said.

"I was dry humping you Mr. C., and look...I'm not

even hard. It's

cause I'm not a faggot," said Jake, with a friendly

sadistic smile. "But

look at the mess you made. Now you are going to have to

take off your tee

shirt and lower your jeans and wipe yourself off with it."

With tears in my eyes, I shook my head. "No. I

won't do that. I

will not do that."

"Unless of course, you want me to send one of the

guys to the

Principal's office to tell him what happened."

I pulled up my tee shirt and slipped it off. "He's got

a buff body for

a fag...he must work out." one of the younger kids said.

Jake ruffled the kid's hair. "Lots of fags work

out. It's so they

can hang around the locker room looking at guys dicks all

day." Shit, he

was right, what could I say? Jake extended his hand to me.

"I'll hold your

shirt while you lower your jeans." It was so I could not

cover myself. My

prick was still hard as iron and leaking like crazy. The

wet spot was way

down the leg by now. God damn, I am a fucking freak.

"Please, Jake" it

did no good. I unsnapped my jeans and peeled them

down....my hard prick

bounced out and sprayed pre-fuck onto the floor. Several

guys jumped back,

howling with laughter. Others moved in for a better look.

"Pull your pants down to your ankles...so you can

clean your thigh of

all the fucksnot." I dropped the jeans to my ankles and

stood there bare

assed naked in front of ten teenage boys.

"Somebody lock the door," Jake said. Nothing sexual

happened that

day...not then...during Swing Choir anyway, but Jake did

decide that since

my clothes were wet with pricksap, I had better finish

teaching the class

bare assed naked. They sat around sipping cokes, making

me do the swing

choir dance steps over and over by myself...jumping around

dick and balls

flopping. I wanted to die. I really wanted to die. My

prick got small,

then hard again. Then it leaked again, sending gales of

laughter across the

room. Fresh faced teenage boys laughed as only boys can

laugh, until they

held their stomachs, watching me prance and jump totally

bare assed naked.

Jake got up and did the couples thing with me, rubbing my

ass, and my prick

bounced and sprayed pre fuck, and the guys roared, and I

started to cry.

Here I was a grown adult crying in front of ten high school

boys. Do you

know what it is like to cry in front of a gang of boys who

are laughing at

you? They laughed harder.

"Is that as big as his dick gets?" One senior

footballer asked. "How

the fuck do the girl's find it?" More laughter.

"Jarod...the girls don't find it. The homos find it,"

Jake explained.

"Besides, I have a feeling he is more often the sucker than

the suckee."

The bell rang and the boys tumbled out of the

classroom..leaving me standing

there bare assed naked with a dripping hard on…crying like

a baby.