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THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
My eyes snapped open, focusing on the silicone shaft still partially shoved into my mouth. He’s fucking again! was my first thought. I moaned, realizing that I could finally fuck myself with the dildo.
“Stanley? It’s time to get up… You don’t want to be late for your first day at your new school, do you?” I slid the final few inches from my mouth, letting the dildo fall into the puddle of drool on my sheets.
“Unh, no, Uncle Colt, I’m getting up now.” School? Already? I looked down at my cock, throbbing and purple. I never got to cum last night! After all that yesterday, I never came. I bet I could…
Can’t cum now.
I moaned, squeezing my cock once before getting up to get dressed. I pulled on my jeans, noticing that the crotch had finally managed to dry after the day before. I had already fastened the belt by the time I realized I’d forgotten to put on any underwear.
“Faggot,” I paused, staring down at the new wet spot starting to grow over the tip of the bulge in my jeans. It was so dirty, so hot… Fuuuuck. I pulled on a shirt, pausing as the fabric slid over my nipples. It’d never felt like that before. I slid my left hand up to keep playing with them and brought up my email with my right
To: Stanley Phelps
From: Nathan Parker
Subject: Have a good day.
“Good morning, faggot. Have a good day at school today, and have fun. Odds are good I’ll hear some fun new stories about you soon.”
I found myself opening clicking through his older messages and opening the slide show that was supposed to be cocks from guys here. Some of them had to be at my new school. I sat there, watching the slideshow and tweaking my nipples, while the wet spot in my jeans kept spreading. I went back to the browser and brought up the forums I’d posted on the night before. There were replies to my post.
“Beg your uncle for it like a good faggot.”
“Beg for it.”
“Ask him nicely to fuck you like a good boy.”
“Go for it fagboy.”
“You ready?” Uncle Colt had opened the door without me hearing, again. There are cocks on my screen, and no way he hadn’t seen it already; no point trying to hide it. Besides, I reminded myself, he already knows that I’m gay. I tried to push on my bulge and force my shaft into a less obvious position, turning in my chair to rise and go to school. He seemed to look at the wet spot on my jeans for a moment. I looked down, noticing it, and that my shirt was still not pulled all the way down. I tugged the bottom of the shirt, moaning softly as the fabric slid silkily across my nipples, the hard nubs clearly visible through the thin material. Uncle Colt eyed the nubs, then the screen behind me, and then he turned and walked out with a light “Let’s get going.” I rose and followed him, not even bothering to close the slideshow on my computer. He’d already seen it.
The drive to school was difficult for me. I kept trying to keep my erection covered, and then got so turned on by the presence of my hands that I would start rubbing myself through my jeans, making myself harder, until I realized what I was doing and tried to hide my erection and the precum soaked denim of my crotch… My eyes kept sliding to my uncles crotch, jumping up to his face every now and then. In profile, his smile looked a bit wicked, like he knew what I was thinking.
“Have a good day,” he leaned in to hug me. I inhaled deeply, hoping he didn’t hear the hitch in my breath at his scent. “Make some friends.” I got out of the car and walked inside, looking for the office.
I walked into first period late, introducing myself to the teacher and then walking to an empty desk at the back of the class. I heard some chuckling and whispering as I passed through. Had they seen the video? My cock jerked in my jeans, and a few giggles broke out. I sat down, blushing. The whispering continued. One of the guys in the class turned to face me. He was cute, with red hair and a body that was obviously amazing, even through his jeans and t-shirt.
“Looks like you’re happy to be here, faggot.” He sneered at me. He knew!
“Anthony Malone,I will not have any of that in this class, do you understand me?” Ms. Carlisle admonished him.
“Sorry, Miss,” he said, insincerely, giving me a wink before turning to face the front again. I kept staring at the back of his head, one hand sliding to my lap to run along the ridge of my shaft. He knew, he fucking knew. He’s going to fuck me! His dick, my mouth; It’s practically happened already.
Fuck! Anthony Malone was the first name after mine on that email. He DID know! He HAD seen the videos! Oh, fuck. I spent the class watching him, knowing I’d be blowing him soon, or maybe even getting fucked.
The bell rang, and a group of guys swarmed around me.
“Welcome, bro.” This one pressed in close, his crotch inches from my face. He smelled so good. He ran his fingers through my hair and walked off. More boys closed in, crotches close, hands squeezing my shoulder, running through my hair, brushing over a nipple.
“Yeah, dude, welcome.”
“Can’t wait to get to know you better, bro.”
“You’re going to love it here.”
I was so horny when they all cleared out. I got up and walked into the hall, making my way to my next class. Fuck, what class was I just in? I could only remember Anthony… so fucking hot. Guys kept coming up to me in the hall, pressing close, or grabbing my ass, or groping my erection through the wet denim, or pinching a nipple.
“Get ready, bro.”
“We’re going to get to know each other real soon.”
“Fag, you’re going to be so happy here.”
Second and third periods passed in a blur of rubbing myself under the desk while fantasizing about my male classmates. After each class, and in the halls, the ritual would repeat…rubbing, touching, groping, and greetings–innocent welcomes to lewd promises. At lunch, I got a tray from the cafeteria and took it out onto the grounds, looking for a quiet place to eat.
“Hey, bro.” A hand rested on my shoulder. “Come eat with us.” I turned around at the hands urging, coming face to face with Anthony Malone. He reached out and slid a finger in a lazy circle around my right nipple. “Follow me.”
“Unh, okay.” I followed him like a puppy. Cock cock cock. I wondered if he had been in the slideshow I was sent. I’ll know when he lets me see it. He walked around the building, taking a seat with a group of guys in a secluded corner.
“Dudes, he said, this is Stanley Phelps.” He emphasized my name, and knowing looks passed around the group. “I invited him to have lunch with us.”
“Have a seat, dude.”
“What you having for lunch?” Hands lifted the tray away from me while I watched one of the guys rubbing his crotch, my eyes glued.
“No, this won’t do.”
“You need something better than this.”
“Yeah, bra. Don’t worry, we’ve got you covered.” Anthony stepped in front of my face, reaching up to slowly unbutton his jeans in front of my face. His cock came into view, chubby, and I pressed my face against it, breathing deep. “Suck it, faggot, like you’ve wanted to since first.” I moaned and took his cock into my mouth.
Finally, I was sucking cock again. He was fully hard, and huge, within a few moments. His cock was amazing, and he smelled so good. Hands started rubbing me affectionately.
“Don’t worry, fag, we’re all going to make sure you have a nutritious lunch. How’s he doing, Anthony?”
“Fucking A+ faggotry, James.” He rustled my hair. I took a deep breath, and then started deep throating him.
“Can’t wait for my turn,” I recognized James’ voice.
“Look at that fag!”
“Here’s the first course, faggot.” Anthony started cumming, pulling back so that he was shooting into my open mouth while I swallowed.
“Look at that nasty faggot,” James’ voice laughed to my right. Would he be next? Anthony pulled out, and then another dick slapped against my face. Then another one on the other cheek. They slid around, teasing me until I would go for one; then it would back off, and the other move in. Relentlessly teasing me, precum covering my face. A third cock came from nowhere, sliding into my mouth while the other two slid around my cheeks.
Load after load… I think more boys kept coming, forming a line for their turn at the schools new faggot. I was blowing Anthony again when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
“Tough luck, faggot,” he withdrew from my mouth, wiping his cock on my face before tucking it back in his pants and leaving me alone, on my knees. It took me a few minutes to get myself together. I set out for fifth period, arriving late. The only open spot was at the back, again. I was obscenely hard as I crossed the room, drawing catcalls and winks from some of the guys I’d seen at lunch. I blushed, so embarrassed; so turned on.
The whispering continued, and the rubbing, and the touching, and the degrading comments. I walked home quickly when school was out, ignoring the jeers and solicitations as I left, even though they made me harder. Uncle Colt’s car was there when I got back.
“Hello?” I called, inside the door. No answer. I repeated the call. Still nothing. He must be gone, after all.
The door to my room was wide open when I got upstairs, the video of coach fucking me on clear display. Something was off, but I didn’t care. I went back to the Faggots who get Fucked by Family forums and saw that there were even more replies to my post.
“You’re uncle already knows you’re a faggot, from your story. Go ahead, beg him faggot. Getting fucked by your uncle is worth it.”
“Yeah, faggot. You need that dick, go for it.”
“Be the best faggot that you can be.”
“Be a good faggot and ask your uncle for his dick! Do it, fag, you’ll love it.”
“Go fag go!”
I jumped, realizing I could hear my uncle, apparently talking on his phone, through the wall to his room. He was home after all.
“…yeah, a few days now…Oh, yeah, for sure… No, seriously. There’s no question, total faggot… Of course I love him. I’m going to take good care of him… Yeah, porn all the time, always hard. I keep thinking he’s going to cave and ask for my dick.” he laughed. “Yeah, all he told me was that he got kicked out for coming out… I tracked down the number of his best friend, from Facebook… What do you think he said? He confirmed it, total fag… Yeah, he was fucking everyone in his last school… I’ll tell them it’s his business and not theirs. Li’l fag can legally worship any dick he wants.” he laughed again. “Yeah, man. Later.” The door to his room opened, and he walked by, pausing in the doorway.
“Hi, Stan. I didn’t know you were home yet. How was the first day? Make any friends.”
“I think I might have made a lot of friends,” I answered.
“Good boy, keep it up.” He left before he could notice my body react to his ‘good boy.’ I went back to the computer and opened my email.
To: Stanley Phelps
From: Nathan Parker
Subject: Good boy!
“You’re the talk of the town, faggot. Some of your new friends caught some pictures of your free lunch. Aren’t I the best friend ever for making this happen?”
There were photos attached to the email this time, cell phone captures of me sucking all those guys off at lunch. I hit reply on the email and started typing. “Yes, thank you! You’re the best friend ever! I’m so horny! Thank you. Please, more!” My mouse hovered over the send button. I came to my senses and held my finger back. I couldn’t send it. I couldn’t bring myself to delete it, either. I moaned, giving my penis a squeeze though my jeans, and saved the message as a draft.
I got up and laid on the bed, my cock out the fly of my jeans. I shoved the dildo back into my mouth, leaning back and letting go, sucking on the toy while I used my hands to tease my nipples. I was hard, leaking, twisting, groaning.
“Dinner is ready.” I jerked the cock from my mouth, sitting up and seeing my uncle walking out of the open door. If he saw THIS and is cool about it, he’ll have to let me have his cock. I need it. I need it! I need it! I need it! I have to ask him!
“No, faggot!” I pleaded, a spurt of precum gushing from my cock. I composed myself and went down to dinner. I ate meatloaf in silence, feeling my Uncles eyes on me.
“Is there something you need to ask me, Stan?” I paused, fork half way to my mouth.
“I… uh… no. Why do you ask?” I took another bite, shoveling food in my mouth so I wouldn’t accidentally let the words slip out. Please fuck me, Uncle Colt. Please fuck me. Please fuck me.
“Are you sure? Because you can ask me anything,” he said when I was finished, sitting and waiting for him to be done. Beg for it, faggot! Uncle Colt’s cock!
“I… Oh, I n-n-nee… Uh… No, I’m fine. Please excuse me.” I rushed upstairs, leaving my door open and rushing into the bathroom. I stripped and got in the shower. I’d almost done it, almost asked.
I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, putting in conditioner and lathering up my body. Why was I resisting? It felt inevitable. I wanted it. I needed it. I ran a hand back through my hair, slicking my fingers with conditioner, and started to tease my ass. Need Uncle Colt’s cock… Need it… Need to beg… Want it so bad… I didn’t know how 0much longer I would be able to resist.
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