Greg came over about 11 am. I heard his car pulling up. It was fucking hot as hell already. My old man was yelling something as I was walking out the door.

"Move, man," I told Greg, "The old man's on the rag today!"

Greg pulled out of the driveway quick like. My dad was on the porch shaking his fist at me. I waved at him, laughing.

Greg said, "I scored some beer, dude!" We high-fived each other.

Yeah, beer, I thought, some cold brew on this fucking hot-ass day!

"Head towards Miller Park," I told Greg.

Greg made the turn. Yeah, Greg always seemed to do what I told him. That's a good quality in a buddy. Maybe, sometimes, it seemed I took advantage of Greg, but it ain't really like that. Not with me and him. Naw, it ain't like that at all.

Me and Greg go back, a long ways. We been more then best friends since 2nd grade. Even back then, we stood out, kinda. We were both dirt poor, kinda rough kids.

We learned fast growing up. We got called all kinds of shit — trailer trash, welfare trash, white trash … Yeah, trash alright; I could trash any dude that called me a name to my face by the time I was eight.

Greg used to let that shit get to him. We're about the same age, but it was like I was the big bro watching out for him. Greg use to get all down when someone put him down.

It ain't like we wanted to be born poor; no fucking body wants to grow up that way. But we did, we made it. You do what you gotta do; it's a part of life.

Me? I know all about being poor, growing up on welfare. I learned to get even with anyone that fucked with me; anyone that put me down.

Snobs call it puberty; I called it growing a dick. When my weenie started growing, I started checking myself out, ya know? I learned I was one hot-looking stud, real quick like.

It started back in like 7th grade. I was the hot guy that all the bitches wanted. I guess it was because I was pretty tough, 'cause I looked good, 'cause I was the stud piece of white trash all the bitches wanted.

Partly, I think the bitches wanted me 'cause they knew their parents wouldn't want them to be round someone like me. And I used those cunts! I started with the richest one, and worked my way down.

If they didn't put out, I dumped them. I'd get in their heads, in their minds. After I popped their cherries, I'd even make 'em put out for Greg. If they didn't, I mind-fuck 'em. I'd make them feel they didn't love me enough if they didn't give my buddy some.

Yeah, I made sure Greg got some cunt, some head, whatever I felt he needed. See, I love Greg. Not some faggot kind of love, but like maybe that kind of bond they say twins got for each other.

Yeah, I watched when I made some chick do Greg. I like to see him have his fun, get his rocks off.

Greg said, "Joe, dude, come out of it.You mad or something?"

Greg was pulling into Miller's Park. "Naw, bro, was thinking."

Greg grinned, "Thinking ain't good for ya!"

I reached in the back seat and grabbed the cooler and said, "Only things that gonna be good to day is some shade and some brews!"

We popped open a brew and headed towards the point. The point was always like deserted. No one went up there. I liked the point; it was a place to just be, a place where I wasn't bothered.

Me and Greg got to the point; we were gonna chill, drink some beer, enjoy the breeze. That's what we were gonna do. It ain't what happened.

The only thing up at the point was a couple old cement picnic tables, and a public john. It was like the oldest part of the park. You couldn't drive up there, you had to walk. That's why it was my favourite place.

I was chilling; me and Greg were bull-shitting, just getting way from it all. I guess we heard the sounds about the same time. The sound of someone coming. I felt like annoyed. No one ever came up to the point.

I looked towards the sound. I don't know if it was the brew, the heat, or what caused it. I saw someone I recognized. Someone that I just automatically hated.

It was James Miller. Yeah, same Miller that the park was named after. He was like James Miller the 4th or some shit like that. Naw, I never went to school with him; he was to good for public schools. His family owned like half the fucking town.

I felt real annoyed, real jumpy, ya know? The dude was jogging! What kind of dude jogs? In 100 degree weather, who in the fuck does that shit? I watched him jog towards the men's room.

I looked at Greg, Greg was watching too. I shook my head in disgust. "Fuck, we can't even hang up here without getting disturbed."

Greg looked back at me, I saw something in his eyes. Something I knew was pain from an old memory. I got even more pissed.

"What's up" I asked. "Why that look?"

Greg muttered, "That's Jimmy Miller."

"Yeah," I responded, "So what? Now, why the look?"

Greg had a far away look, and he almost whispered when he told me, "I don't know, just always hated him, dude."

"Come on, bro," I said. I walked towards the men's room. I heard Greg following me, I knew he would.

Greg asked, "What are we gonna do, Joe?"

"Nothing," I answered, "I just wanna see how rich punks take a piss."

Greg came out of his mood. I heard him laughing. "You think they squat, dude?"

"Yeah, like a bitch! Fuck, man, I don't know, but we're gonna find out!" I told him.

I walked in that men's room with the intent on beating Jimmy Miller to a pulp. I wasn't in like a good mood, ya know? I figured the rich dude was like a couple years older then me. So, what? The brew had me buzzing, I didn't give a fuck.

When I don't give a fuck, bad things can happen. Real bad things. I walked in the pisser room, and there was James or Jimmy splashing water on his face. He wasn't looking like a rich boy; he was wearing some cut offs and a tee.

I cleared my throat real loud. He turned and looked at us. I almost saw the sneer on his face. I felt even angrier.

He spoke, he spoke in a way that gets on my nerves. "How's it going, men?" he asked.

I knew he was looking at us like we weren't as good as him. I felt my mood getting even worse.

I looked at him, "I'm not having a real good day."

Jimmy Miller's face went into what I knew was a fake look of concern, his rich, blonde head nodded, "I am sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, me, too." I answered. My voice was cold, cruel, and sarcastic.

I saw Jimmy Miller tense up a bit when he heard my tones. He ignored Greg, and he looked at me, "I hope it gets better. I'm just out for a run."

He tried to move past me, and I slammed him, "You're not going anywhere, I don't think I like you dude."

He looked scared for just a second, then the rich boy mask was back on his face. He said, "I'm going to warn you that I am a black belt."

I shoved him again, "Yeah? I'm gonna warn you that I'm about to fuck your day up, rich boy!"

I laughed as he made a swing, catching his arm easy. I twisted back, causing enough pain to knock the fight out of him. Greg grabbed his other side.

Jimmy sneered, "Is this how you low-lifes fight? Two against one?"

Something gave way in me, something that took me from being pissed off, to a calm place. "Yeah, that's right. You think you're at least twice as good as us, so maybe it takes two of us. Whatcha think about that?"

Jimmy shook his head, "You know who I am? You know the kind of trouble I can cause you?"

"I know you're a rich punk that don't think your shit stinks!" I was the one sneering this time. I noticed Jimmy seemed to be sweating. I pulled at his tee shirt, yanking it off his head.

"You look a bit hot, dude!" I laughed as me and Greg pushed his head towards a pisser. "Maybe a dip will cool you off."

His skin had got kind of slippery. He slipped loose as we forced his head towards a urinal. I pulled off my shirt and wiped my hands off on it. Greg followed suit.

Jimmy was trying to inch towards the door, trying to escape what he couldn't escape. I started forcing Jimmy's blonde head back towards the urinal. Even over the stink of the pisser, I could smell his expensive cologne. I saw his tanned skin, a tan that probably came from a salon.

I saw a peak of boxers sticking out of the cut off jeans. Expensive boxers, even the cut offs were expensive jeans. I just felt calmer.

We held his head, not quite sticking it into the urinal, but flushing it, letting drops of water splash on him as he struggled.

Enough to scare him, enough to make him scream and cuss! Yells that only me and Greg could hear. Screams for help that somehow made my dick get hard. Cussing and struggling that made me start getting strange thoughts.

"We're gonna tie him up and pants him, dude." I said to Greg.

Greg snorted, "Yeah, let's see what a rich boy looks like naked, man!"

Jimmy struggled that much harder!

He was pissed! Greg and me kept him trapped in the corner as I ripped up his tee shirt. Nice strips of strong material to tie the mother fucking rich boy up with.

We were gonna pants Jimmy. There's something really humiliating to a dude when he gets his pants removed. I couldn't put my finger on what causes the humiliation, but I figure it's got something to do with being exposed by force.

I thought back to when me and Greg where in junior high. We pants-ed a few dudes back then. Sometimes just down to their drawers, and gave 'em a wedgie from hell. Sometimes we stripped them all the way. It was power; it was domination!

Like, I still didn't even understand why just thinking about stripping Jimmy was making my cock hard. But as I tied his hands to the urinal pipes, my dick was boned!

Jimmy continued to cuss, he said, "Two fucking pieces of trash! It takes two of you!"

We had his wrists tied to the pipes pretty tight now. He tried to kick, he tried to break free. It wasn't happening, not today!

I don't know why, but seeing him pissed and defenceless just made me horny as fuck. Here the rich boy was, helpless. I had an urge to hurt him, and the best way to hurt another dude is nut pain!

Even as he tried to kick, I groped his crotch, and found his nut sack. "I'm gonna rack you up good, dude! Each time you struggle, I'm gonna flatten your nuts more and more!" I gave a hard squeeze, a real hard fist clenching!

As the pain from his stones shot through him, the fight left him. As he screamed in pain and rage from the racking I was giving his nuts, the fight died in his eyes.

I wasn't through, I wasn't done. I figured it would only take Jimmy a few minutes to forget his nut racking. I squeezed his jewels even harder, and I told him, "Shut the fuck up, bitch! Shut the fuck up and be still! Stop your fucking whining or I'll crush 'em. I promise, I'll crush your little ass nuts!"

Jimmy gasp in pain and hung his head. I figured the fight was gone, out of him. I reached for the snap on his cut offs. "Let's pants him, buddy!" I laughed. "Let's see what rich boy here acts like in the buff, man!"

I didn't wanna tell Greg my other thoughts right now. I was having some pretty wild thoughts running though my head! But the main thought was making Jimmy Miller wish he had never been out on a run today.

Even as we pulled his cut offs down, I was trying to figure out ways to make Jimmy wish he had never called me trash. Pay backs are a bitch!

Greg gave out a loud laugh, "Look, Joe, his boxers are ironed, dude! The bitch probably has 'em dry cleaned or something!"

Jimmy whined some more, "Guys, please, just stop? Come on, you had your fun, stop, please?"

Jimmy looked at me with a real pleading expression; it made me think of a dog begging for a bone. That made me think of the boner in my pants. I looked at him, all tanned, I thought about him.

"Naw," I said, "No stopping here, rich bitch boy! I'm trash, right? Me and my bud are trash, right? You called us that, so you must think that! Trash don't stop, dude, trash is never ending; it just piles up. So, trash don't stop!"

"I'm sorry, come on, just stop, let me go." Jimmy whined. I saw something change in his eyes. I saw a glimmer.

"You guys are right," Jimmy continued. "I was the wrong one. What I said was wrong. Just let me loose and I won't say anything to anybody, okay?"

I smiled even though I felt pure hate, I ran my finger over the rich boy's face, I traced the outside of his lips. Only his boxers kept him from being totally naked, and I reached down inside those boxers. I felt his soft little cock, all drawn up, all scared. Mine was throbbing and hard. His dick was scared, and mine was all swollen and powerful.

I felt his soft little pee pee, and twisted it! "Shut up, bitch!"

Jimmy screamed again, I had hurt his little dick! Greg was looking at where my hand disappeared inside Jimmy's boxers. I looked down at my buddy's dick bulge, and I could tell Greg had a boner.

"Dude, we are gonna really fuck up rich boy's world," I told Greg.

Greg grinned, "Yeah, let's fuck him up, Joe! Hey man, I got some shit in the car, I got some fucking ideas, buddy!"

"Yeah?" I asked Greg, "Ideas?"

Greg said, "I'll be right back, Joe. Don't let him go nowhere!"

Greg pulled Jimmy's boxers short down and left the piss room. I heard Greg moving away.

"Oh, man!" I laughed at Jimmy. "Is that what a rich boy calls a cock? That little worthless thing? No wonder all the chicks dig me! My dick was bigger then that when I was in fucking diapers!"

Jimmy looked at me, "You need to let me loose. This is kidnapping."

I traced the outline of his dick hairs with a finger. "Kidnap, huh? Your little dick belongs on a kid, dude. But, naw, like you said, there's two of us, bitch! You can tell whatever you wanna, and me and Greg will stick together."

Jimmy glared at me, but I could see he was thinking. He told me, "You're not just trash, man, your fucking faggot trash. What kind of men strip other men? Faggots!"

"But, dude, a man has a dick, not a pee pee!" I laughed. "And you're the one naked all tied up!"

I ran my fingers upward, tracing his nipples, watching chill bumps appear on his chest.

"Yeah, little rich boy, and I mean little," I said, "You're gonna learn a lot today!"

It would take Greg a few minutes to get to his car and back. I had some time to kill. I decide to have some fun.

"So, Miller, you can't get like an operation and get a real dick, I mean with all the bucks your family has?" I asked, as I stared down at his cock.

"Fuck you!" Jimmy yelled.

"Naw, it ain't gonna happen that way. It ain't gonna be like that at all. See, I don't like you. I don't like you one fucking bit. I got all day to show you just how I don't like you. All day, bitch, all fucking day!" I replied.

"You can't even speak properly!" Jimmy Miller snorted. "You look like trash, you act like trash, you dress like trash, you speak like trash! And, I can't stand ghetto trash!"

"I guess I must be trash, then, huh? Aww, dude, you're gonna wish you had kept your mouth shut! See, I can't stand rich acting punks, especially you! I'm gonna make you suffer! I'm gonna make you pay today, bitch ass rich boy!" I was still calm.

There was a gleam in Jimmy's eyes again, "What are you going to do? Play with my dick and balls again? Faggot trash!"

"If you call this playing!" I snorted as I locked onto his nuts again! I twisted the sack and squeezed, and pulled them low!

As Jimmy Miller let out a loud scream, I just laughed. My fucking cock was so boned up, it was gonna have to have some release. I knew right then and there, I was gonna make the rich punk suck me off! The worse thing I could do to him was make him eat my cum! I was gonna do it!

Greg walked back in the piss room. He grinned at me, I was still squeezing Jimmy's jewels, his mouth was wide open. Greg filled it with a jock! A dirty, piss stained jock, a jock that Greg had sweated in.

I kept a lock on Jimmy's nuts as Greg used his fingers to stuff the jock in Jimmy's mouth. Greg said, "I think we got us a frat boy here, you know. He's a frat boy?"

I nodded, letting loose of Jimmy's jewel sack. "Yeah, he's a boy all right! Look at the little boy dick!"

Greg produced a magic maker, permanent ink…. "I'm gonna like put a frat symbol on him, see. This ink stains skin. It's real hard to get off. That'll be cool, right?"

I wanted Greg to be up for what I had planned. "Yeah, cool." I nodded.

Jimmy looked at his chest, his eyes had a real deep fear, as Greg started drawing. I watched Greg use the magic marker on Jimmy's golden chest, I watch Jimmy trying to get the jock out of his mouth.

Greg was drawing his design on Jimmy carefully. I ran my hands up and down Jimmy's arm's and chest. Rich boy skin was smooth, soft. My dick was aching.

Greg had brought a sack of stuff. I reached in it and found a blindfold. It was the kind you use for sleeping, like after an all night party, when you wanna sleep in the daylight.

I placed it over Jimmy's eyes, then let my fingers trace his jock-strap-filled lips again. I felt how soft his lips were. I was going to find a way to stick my cock in his mouth. I was gonna make this rich boy taste my dick!

I wanted to face fuck him right then and there. But like what would Greg think? Greg followed me, but something like this? I had to just take my time, maybe send Greg away. I knew I was gonna stick my piece in this rich punk's loud mouth!

I was gonna make sure he knew what my dick tasted like! What a big dick trashy dick tasted like!

I was gonna make this rich punk suck my dick because I wanted him to never forget what his loud mouth had said. But first I was letting Greg have his fun.

Greg had finished his little frat boy drawing on Jimmy's chest. Jimmy was working, trying to get the jock out of his mouth. He looked down at his chest, his face was angry.

Greg reached up and pulled his very used jock out of Jimmy's mouth. Jimmy started yelling, "You stupid bitch, I'm Sigma Phi!"

Greg looked at me with a grin, "We should fuck with smart-mouth, here!" Greg grabbed his crotch, and laughed, "I got something more then a jock to stuff in his mouth!"

I was kind of surprised, but grinned back, "I'm in, buddy. I'm in!"

Greg started tossing off his clothes, "We're gonna fuck with this dude!" Greg was grinning and laughing!

My dick throbbed, "Yeah, we're gonna, bud," I managed to answer.

I looked at Jimmy Miller. I looked at him, and saw his eyes change again. I saw him watch Greg stripping. I wondered about Jimmy Miller. His eyes couldn't stay off Greg. Was our rich bitch a closet fag?

Greg reached into his bag. He gave me a wink, "Well, look what we got here, Joe!"

I looked at a couple of clothes-pins that Greg was holding, I didn't quite get it, until Greg placed one of the clothes-pins close to Jimmy's chest and opened it, letting it snap shut!

Tit torture! Of course! I remembered just how bad it felt getting my nips wind burned. These clothes-pins were really gonna fuck with Jimmy!

Greg re-opened the clothes-pin, slowly moving it towards Jimmy's nipple. Jimmy looked frigging scared, he shook his head, "Please don't."

I laughed, "Please do!" Jimmy's scream of pain sounded at the same time I heard the clothes-pin snapping shut! He was still howling in pain as Greg was getting ready to put the other clothes-pin in place!

As the wooden teeth of the second clothespin snapped shut, Jimmy's howls grew louder! Only this time he was screaming, "Fuck you pieces of trailer trash! Fuck you!"

I moved in close to him, "Whaddaya gonna fuck us with, rich boy?" I grabbed his little, and very shrunken dick. "You gonna fuck us with this little thing? Your pee-pee?"

He trembled as I twisted his dick, stretching it, doing things I knew had to hurt like hell.

Greg snickered, "If he ain't a punk, he needs to be, with a pecker that little!"

I noticed Jimmy's face flushing into a nice red color, something I had noticed earlier when I made fun of his less then manly package. I made a mental note that the rich bitch was uncomfortable with his lack of equipment.

Even though I was hurting his cock, even though the clothes-pins were making his nipples turn dark, he was still a wise mouth.

"My dick gets big enough," he glared at us, "It just don't grow for fag trash like you!"

This time it was me stepping out of my clothes, I stripped quick. My dick was about three-quarters boned. I'm fucking proud of my cock. I grabbed Jimmy's face, making him look at my boner.

"Does it grow like this?" I snickered, as I held my wood up.

He looked down at the floor. His face had become very red again. There was something up with this dude.

Greg dropped to the floor between Jimmy's legs. He stroked his shaft and laughed, "Whatcha looking at faggot?"

Me and Greg continued to stroke our cocks, watching as rich boy Jimmy started boning up!

I got bolder. I stepped up to Jimmy, twisting and pulling at the clothes-pins. He grunted and groaned, and bad mouthed me a little. I grabbed one of the clothes-pins, stretching Jimmy's tit as I pulled it away from his body. Little, by little. The clothespin lost its grasp. As it finally slipped from Jimmy's nipple, he finally let out a decent scream.

It was followed by "Fuck you!".

I couldn't help but laugh. His tit was pretty red. That shit had to hurt. Ole Jimmy seemed to be kind of turned on. His little dick was boned out! But, so was mine. I was gonna need to nut soon.

Speaking of nuts, the clothes-pin gave me an idea. I opened it, and tried to place it over one of Jimmy's balls. It wouldn't open quite enough, so I kind of improvised. I squeezed his nut a little flatter, and got the clothes-pin in place.

As the jaws of the clothes-pin snapped shut, Jimmy's body jerked. He screamed, "You trailer trash mother fucker!"

Greg was watching the action, jerking his piece. I grabbed the other clothes-pin, and jerked it off Jimmy's nipple. He was still moaning at cussing as I grabbed his wood. I found that piece of dick flesh under the crown, you know, the part that's really sensitive. I locked the second clothespin on it!

Jimmy was kind of moaning and twitching now. I spit on my hand, started pulling my pud. I stroked and watched Jimmy. That rich bastard wasn't feeling so wise mouth now.

Greg was doing his own moan thing. Sounded like my buddy was getting close to his nut.

"Get up here, dude!" I told my buddy. "Cum on his shit! Nut on his little rich boy wiener!"

Greg stood up joining me. We were doing some serious cock stroking now. Me and my bud were going shoot our fuck funk on rich boy's stuff!

Greg shot the first strike. It landed right on Jimmy's boner! Greg shouted, "Cumming on you, dude!" Several more squirts hit Jimmy. Greg's cum hit Jimmy's nuts, and dick!

I followed suit, as my nuts fired, I aimed! My jism soon was dripping on Jimmy's privates, mixing with my buddy.

I took my wood, and rubbed it on Jimmy's leg, wiping my dick head clean of a few cum drippings. Our beers had gotten hot. I slipped on my jeans, and headed for the ice chest.

I came back with a couple of cold ones to find Greg fucking with Jimmy's sore nips. Me and my bud's nut leavings were drying on Jimmy's little package.

I thought of the hot beers, and got another idea. "Let's move this cunt."

Jimmy didn't seem to struggle much as we untied him. I took one of the warm beers and began pouring it. It ran down Jimmy's stomach, and mixed with the ball juice we had shot on his cock.

"Yeah, rich bitch, Whatcha got to say now?" I said. "You're mouth ain't moving much, huh? You ain't a tuff guy no more!"

Greg took the other can of warm beer. He let it flow down Jimmy's chest. The alcohol must have stung Jimmy's tit's a little. He gasped, but still didn't try and get away.

Greg high-fived me, "We oughta make this faggot suck our dicks, Joe!"

I answered, "Yeah, he likes to move his mouth!"

Jimmy shook his head, as his lips formed to make the word 'no', the rich kids lips looked like a good place to stick my cock!

Jimmy was still protesting as we pushed him towards the floor. He was protesting with words, but still not trying to get away. Man, someone tries and make me suck dick, I'd be doing anything I could to get away.

Not our rich boy, though. Other then some 'no's' and 'don'ts', he didn't try shit!

I grabbed my cock and stepped up close to Jimmy's mouth. He tried to turn his head, but Greg grabbed him, and forced his face back to where my dick was needing some serious attention.

I hesitated for a second. I looked at his face, pretty rich boy face. One of them blonds, the kind that you see on TV. But, it was another dude, ya know? Was it right to make another dude suck your piece?

Wasn't that one of the most humiliating things that you could make another dude do? I wasn't gonna make him do it, even though my dick was begging to get licked.

I looked in his eyes, laughing. He wasn't looking back at me. He was looking at my piece, my tool. It was like my dick was hypnotizing him. I felt my heart beat at little faster.

My brain kind of went into activity. Jimmy wanted to be made to suck dick! It hit me like a flash. I really figured he wanted to suck cock. Only he wanted it to seem like he had been made to do it.

I kept hesitating, watching for signs that I had figured him out. He just stared at my dick, like his face looked part afraid, but ya know, part want.

I had a flashback, I kind of remembered when I was about 12 or 13. About the time, things started happening to my body. Hair growing, dick growing, balls dropping, the shit guys go thru. We all wonder about other dudes back then, then we kind of mature. Jimmy still was wondering about other dudes.

I inched closer to the rich boy. My dick was maybe a couple inches away from his face now. Greg still had a hold on his head.

Jimmy wasn't trying to get away. I knew he could smell my musk now. I knew he could smell my manhood. I still wasn't gonna do it, I wasn't. Then he kind of sucked his lips in his mouth and wetted them.

I saw those pretty rich boy lips all shiny with spit. My hips kind of thrusted forward …

It was me screaming as my dick entered Jimmy's mouth! "Aw, fuck!"

For a few seconds, I forgot everything, what I was doing, where I was. For a few seconds all I could feel was the mouth around my rod, ya know?

Then, Jimmy moved his tongue. He moved it around my dick crown. Heat washed through me! My nuts twitched!

Rich Jimmy was a cock sucker! Maybe I was his first, maybe I wasn't. My dick knew he wanted it, but I kinda figured what he was thinking. I didn't like him as a person, but he was a dude. I gave him a break.

I yelled, "Lick my dick bitch! Lick it! If you don't, I'll fuck you up, dude!"

Somehow, I knew I was ordering Jimmy to do what he really wanted to do. And, yeah, I gave him that. I wanted the rich boy to suck my cock!

Greg was laughing, "Make him suck your dick, Joe, make him!"

When Greg said that, I kinda felt like a liar. I knew no matter how Jimmy acted, he wanted this. And I wasn't telling my best bud. But sometimes, you keep secrets. Who in the fuck tells everyone everything? I don't.

I let Jimmy get used to my cock. I started exploring his mouth. Like I said, I'm pretty proud of my cock, it ain't bad at all. Yeah, bitches have sucked me off before, but I gotta admit, this was the first time, the very first time, I felt like someone wanted my rod in their face hole.

Jimmy's tongue moved, it moved good. I never felt something like it. It slipped, and made my dick feel good. Damn, fucking good!

I started working deeper in his face, letting my cock head touch his throat, getting ready for the plunge. Not like my dick is the longest thing in the world, but all guys think about getting throated, ya know?

I kept my piece moving, but I kept touching his throat. I was waiting for some kind of signal I guess, waiting to know that he would be able to swallow my rod.

His lips, his mouth, and that hot ass tongue! All that, all of that, doing tricks to my dick! I never had no BJ like this rich boy was putting out! Nothing like this!

I moved in deep another time, just to touch his throat! "Awww! AWW!" I screamed.

His throat opened this time and my dick slipped into it. Waves of fuck pleasure … Massive … I had my dick inside a throat! It gulped and sucked me blind!

I started exploding! I nutted, I didn't even realize he couldn't breathe! I nutted and must have kind of blacked out or something!

I came back into the real world as I sunk to the floor! I looked into Jimmy's eyes. I nodded my head slightly, his face turned that color of red again. I kept my cool, I didn't give him up!

"Greg, buddy, get you some of this head! Make him do it right. He don't seem to like sucking dick yet!"

I saw Jimmy's eyes blink. They looked relieved. I didn't hate Jimmy so bad; it must be tough on a dude to be a closet case. A secret rich boy dick sucker!

Greg laughed, "He better suck me good, or I will fuck him up good!"

Greg moved towards Jimmy's mouth, shaking his dick. "You ready for some more cum? You ready to eat another load? "

Jimmy just looked at the floor, his face had that red color again. Was it humiliation? Naw, I think it was embarrassment. I think rich boy was ashamed of what he knew I now knew.

Greg grabbed him by the ears, "I'm talking to you, dick sucker! Look at me when I speak! Now, open your fucking mouth, bitch! Open it wide!"

Jimmy let out a sigh, and his mouth slowly opened. Greg laughed as he stuck his cock inside Jimmy's open jaws.

"Fuck, yeah, lick my piece, fag boy! Suck my dick, rich boy!" Greg yelled, "That's it, yeah, move your tongue!"

Greg smiled at me, and continued giving Jimmy orders. I watched the two of them, Jimmy's cheeks would suck inward, and Greg would yell some more, "Yeah, that's right! That's the way, man!"

Greg moved in and out of Jimmy's mouth. My dick started boning, I could feel my nuts needing a release. I looked at Jimmy's ass. Smooth, nice, round, rich boy butt.

I wondered what butt-fucking would feel like. I wondered what it would feel like to stuck my rod up another dude's ass. I reached out, ran my hand across his butt.

He tried to say no, but Greg had him pretty busy, and silent too. I touched his ass with both of my hands, feeling the skin, the muscle, yet the softness. The jogging and running had paid off for Jimmy; he had a nice ass for a dude.

I was determined I was gonna fuck it. I was gonna stick my dick in his shit chute, and fuck it.

Well, not right this second. Greg was about to unload. Greg got pretty loud, and started humping Jimmy's pie hole at a fast pace. Greg was breathing hard, all his muscles clenched, and I knew he was shooting!

"Yeah, fuck! Eat my juice, swallow it! Yeah!" Greg yelled.

I could see Jimmy's throat working; he was swallowing again. A dick sucking, cum swallower.

Greg sat down beside me, catching his breath. We high-fived, "Joe, we made him suck our dicks! He swallowed our juice! Man!"

I didn't say what I was thinking, it hadn't been hard to 'make' Jimmy' a cock sucker.

I told Greg, "I'm gonna fuck him."

I heard Jimmy take a sharp intake of air.

Greg asked, "In the ass?"

"Yep, you game, dude?" I said.

Jimmy said, "Not that, not that."

We ignored him, Greg replied, "I don't know man, that's some heavy shit. I mean making a dude suck you is one thing, but fucking his ass?"

"What's the difference? You just fucked his face. What's the difference?" I asked.

Greg frowned, "It just seems more personal, or something. And making a dude take it up the ass, I don't know."

Jimmy said, "Don't do that to me." He wasn't asking, he was telling.

"Naw, punk, it ain't like that. You don't tell me what to do. Hey, bitch, I know your secret, you do like I say!" I glared at Jimmy, he glared back for a second. Then he looked down in shame.

"On all fours, rich boy!" I was giving the orders, Jimmy knew it.

He climbed on all fours, doggy style. His butt looked pretty good in this new position, yeah, nice-looking blond boy ass. I pulled open his butt cheeks. I had never seen an asshole before. His had a few blond hairs around it, lighter then his dick hair. It looked so small, I wondered how a turd came out of it. Or for that matter, how my dick was going inside. But I knew fags take it up the ass all the time.

Greg was laughing, "Hey, he looks like a horse!" Greg pulled a jock strap out of his bag. He climbed on Jimmy's back, placing the jock over Jimmy's face, using the straps as reins.

I would have laughed, but I was busy. I spit on my finger, and placed it on Jimmy's hole. He let out a hiss as my finger pressed. At first nothing, then my finger just kind of popped in.

I heard Jimmy's jock muffled voice, "Please."

It wasn't a plea, it was something else. I wiggled my finger, his ass kind of moved back. It was warm, tight, and my dick wanted in it.

I put my spit on my finger, and teased at that little hole. More spit, then another finger. As Greg sat on Jimmy's back, I teased that asshole until it started teasing back.

The pucker was open, it was pink, and my dick likes tight pink holes. A little more work, and it would be ready.

"Buddy, you got any grease or lube in that bag?" I asked, digging for it. Found some sun tan lotion. I held it up.

Greg laughed, "Didn't think the sun shined down there, buddy!"

I was about ready. "Stand up, Jimmy." I said, as I started lubing up my dick. "Now bend over, grab that urinal, rich boy." Jimmy moved slowly, almost as if he was in a trance. As he bent over, Greg kind of stood back. But Greg was boned up again. I figured he be ready by the time I was done.

"You want sloppy seconds, dude?" I teased.

Greg said, "You know it."

Jimmy looked over his shoulder as I advanced. His eyes were wide, kind of glazed. Jimmy looked as ready as I was.

I looked down at Jimmy's ass. Definitely a dude ass, ya know? I laughed, remembering some shit like 'try it, you'll like it!'. I don't know where that thought came from, but what the fuck, I was gonna try it.

I looked at Greg, "I'm really gonna do it, man."

Greg nodded, slowly stroking his piece. He was watching every move, I stuck my dick head in Jimmy's ass crack. I used a hand to move my dick around, searching. An asshole ain't like a cunt, it's kind of hidden.

I felt a texture change against my dick, I took a deep breath. I let my dick just touch his asshole for a few.

"I'm gonna fuck you, dude, gonna fuck you up!" I said. Jimmy was still looking over his shoulder at me. Our eyes were locked.

Jimmy didn't say nothing, he didn't say no, he didn't say don't. He just stared at me, his eyes were wide. There was some fear in them, but that glazed look made me think of when I was hot for a nut, a good fuck. Yeah, he wanted some dick!

The whole world don't have to know that Jimmy wanted fucked, I'm the kind of dude that can keep a secret.

I thrusted forward, my cock met with resistance. "Open up, rich boy, open up that cunt!"

Jimmy gulped as I pressed harder, something slipped, something gave, and I was inside the dude's ass. I don't know the right way to describe it, but it felt like I was home, ya know? It felt good, comfortable, cozy.

I was looking down where my dick disappeared into his ass crack, there was still a lot of my rod outside, ya know? I looked back up at Jimmy's face. He was biting his lower lip, he had a weird look, kind of part pain, part just fucking weird. I had enjoyed hurting his tits, his nuts, his dick, but I wasn't sure about hurting his cunt.

Then, his ass kind of spasmed, kind of jerked! "Aw, shit! Fuck, this is some good stuff!" I yelled.

It didn't matter no more, it was all up to what my dick needed, and it needed to fuck. My dick was in a nice, warm, fuck hole, that was what mattered. Jimmy's feelings didn't matter, not really.

Me and him both knew, we both knew he kind of wanted to have this happen. I ain't never been with a real virgin, I figured Jimmy's ass to be kind of cherry. I figured even a dude hurt a little when his cherry was popped.

Jimmy's eyes held disbelief now, kind of like he didn't believe I was doing it, doing it to his ass, but I was. I inched forward slowly, feeling what a dude's ass felt like.

It ain't like cunt, that's for sure. It's stronger, more dude like, ya know? Cunts are soft, pliable, feminine. The rich boy's asshole was tight, gripping, strong. It was a man hole! It resisted my dick, but it felt just fine!

Jimmy stopped biting his lip, his mouth made an 'o' shape, and he said, "It really hurts!" He didn't scream, he didn't cuss, he just said those three words.

I laughed, "All my bitches say that!"

A flash of something shot from his eyes. I dunno, hate? Pain? It didn't matter, I liked the feel of his fuck chute, that's what mattered. I thought about going easy, I thought about a lot of shit. Going easy would probably just prolong the pain he had to take.

May as well just fuck, right? May as well just break in this rich boy; he didn't respect me none, may as well show him how trash fucks!

I shook my head, grinning at him. His eyes narrowed, watching me, knowing I was up to no good. I slammed home! Slammed all the way in, fucking balls deep!

I got a yell; he yelled, "Fuck!"

I said, "Okay, man!" And I started fucking! Man, that dude's ass was sweet! Ripe for the plucking! I had fucked 10 minutes before I started having to fight my nuts!

They wanted to cream, but I got a rep, a rep to protect! Yeah, I gotta fuck half an hour at least! What kind of man can't? I rode that ass, rode him every which way, I fucked all the way out, long-dicked my way back inside!

I fucked that snob ass the way I wanted! After a while, the resistance faded, and I swear, it was like he was kind of fucking back, ya know? I reached in front of him; his little piece was boned up!

I looked over at Greg, he was busy jacking, stroking.

I bent close to Jimmy's ear, and whispered, "You're boned up, dude."

Jimmy's face turned the darkest shade of red yet. He whispered back, "Just hurry up, man; just get it over with."

I answered, "Naw, not till you cum!"

"I can't; this hurts." he said.

I jabbed harder, "Not till you cum, rich boy!"

Greg heard the last part, "Joe, dude, you gonna really fuck him till he cums?"

I fucked harder, "Hell, yes! My bitches always get off!"

I watched some sweat form on Jimmy's back, I blew my breath against it. I don't know why; go figure? But, I started nibbling at his neck, he was kind of a bitch, right? You gotta turn a cunt on, right?

Man, that was it! A few nibbles from me, and his fuck chute went crazy! Fucking wild! Before I even smelt his juice, I knew the rich boy was spraying!

"I fucking did it! I fucked the cum out of this fag!" I yelled, a secret is a secret, but this was a fucking milestone!

I had! I had made another dude blow his nut by fucking his ass! I didn't have nothing else to prove, time for me to nut now! I pictured my cum shooting up his ass, I pictured my sperm looking for eggs that weren't to be found! I pictured the way this rich boy had it made!

But as I started cumming, right up his ass, I pictured him walking home with my juice inside him! I started shooting! "Yeah, rich fag, yeah!"

"Take my nut!" Oh, shit, that was a god fuck, probably the best since my first real bitch.

I pulled out of him, laughing. "Get you some, Greg, you ain't gonna believe how it feels!"

This time Jimmy spoke, a real sentence. "I can't do it again. I need to go home and shower." He looked at me, another look I wasn't sure about. "Did you …, uh … did you cum?"

"Up your ass, bitch!" I laughed.

"I gotta go home," Jimmy said.

Greg said, "Yeah, and I gotta fuck!"

Jimmy said, "Not my ass, man, please! I'll suck your dick, okay?"

Greg said, "Naw, fag, you're gonna take my dick up your cunt!"

Jimmy looked at me, this time I got the look. I had seen the look before. Jimmy didn't want no one else but me! The rich fag had a fucking crush on me!

"Aww, dude!" I laughed, looking Jimmy square in the eye.

"Bend back over, fag!" Greg yelled. "Get your queer ass back in the position!"

I leaned back against the wall. I was gonna watch this. I wanted to see Jimmy's reaction to some more dick. Jimmy stood still, looking at me.

I looked back and said, "You heard him, get in the position!"

I wasn't gonna let Jimmy off the hook. I didn't want tied down to the finest bitch in the world, sure didn't want tied down to no fag boy like Jimmy. Naw, not even a rich fag boy. But, I will admit, I'd tap that ass again, anytime!

Jimmy looked at me, kind of pleading, kind of like a dog begging. "Now!" I yelled.

Jimmy acted just like a cunt, he sighed, looked at me all sad, and grabbed the urinal again. He didn't look back at Greg; he was watching me.

Greg didn't care a bit, Greg was ready to fuck. Jimmy kept watching me as Greg was fishing around for Jimmy's fuck slot. Yeah, Jimmy had life fucked up! He had a good tail on him, that's for sure. But there's a lot of holes to fuck, a lot of good ones. Jimmy just seemed to think his was special. I knew he wanted it to be special 'just for me'.

Greg's dick had gained entry, he looked at me, eyebrows raised, big grin, "Fuck, this is some good cunt!"

"Yeah, it is! See if you can fuck a load out of him, bud!" I kind of challenged.

Jimmy's eyes flashed, "I'm not cumming for him!"

I laughed, watching realization flash over Greg's face. Then I saw Greg get a bit angry. Greg don't get mad often, but hey, when he does, watch the fuck out!

Greg had his dick in Jimmy's ass, "You ain't gonna cum for me, punk? Yeah, you are! You're gonna use them little nuts, and that tiny dick and cum! If you don't faggot, I'll squeeze the cum out of those little nuts!"

Greg started fucking violently, hard, using his body to make Jimmy's body crash into the urinal! I laughed, Jimmy watched me, and I laughed.

"Just be happy you got a dick shoved in you," I said. "Come on, Greg, fuck that bitch! Fuck him hard! Show him what you can do!"

Jimmy still watched me, I acted bored, yawned, stretching. I tensed my muscles, letting him see how buff and fine I was. Letting him see what I knew he wanted.

I walked over to them. "That's it, buddy, hurt that faggot!" I ran my finger over Jimmy's lips. "Suck my finger, rich boy, suck it, make me hard again, maybe I'll give you some more dick."

Greg was moving fast, but determined. Greg was gonna have his way.

I moved close to Jimmy's ear, "You better cum for him; he means what he says." I blew into Jimmy's ear. I pulled back far enough for Jimmy to look me in the eyes again.

"You better cum for him, pretend it's me fucking you, pretend." I spoke loud enough for Greg to hear. A dude thing, Greg and me our best buds, but hey, it's a thing.

I ran my fingers over Jimmy's neck, goose bumps appeared, his eyes took on that glazed look. "Cum for him, cum…" I said, right before I nibbled at his neck again.

I smelt his cum again; I heard Greg's surprise. I knew Jimmy's asshole had gone wild, same way it had done for me.

Greg yelled all kinds of things. They were both nutting. It was cool, 'cause I was on hard again; it was my turn again.

Greg pulled out, panting. He did his 'fuck yell'. He pinched Jimmy's ass, and bragged, "Give me about ten minutes, I'll take another serving of this!"

Jimmy looked at the wall, and spoke, "No! No! I wont do this again!"

Greg raised a fist, but I gave Greg a sign to cool it. I walked up to Jimmy. He still stared at the wall. I rubbed my hard dick against his leg.

I heard Jimmy's breathing speeding up. I moved and rubbed my chest against his back. I could hear his heart beat. I placed my chest against his back, and reached around, pulling him close to me. I hunched my boner against his ass.

I touched my lips to his neck. I kissed, moving my tongue on his neck skin. I didn't have to wonder; I knew he was boned up again.

I was holding him tight, I spun him around, towards Greg! "Look, he's so fagged out, he's hard again!"

I let go of Jimmy. I stuck my face right in his. "You're gonna do what ever I say!"

He looked down, and I slapped him. "Look at me when I speak!"

He looked at me. "Now look at my dick, my body, you're just another bitch for me, and if we say we're fucking again, then it's gonna happen. Now get on down on all fours bitch!"

Jimmy was on the rough floor in a second. I threw his shorts down to protect my knees, and mounted his ass. I slid in his fuck hole real nicely; two fucking loads made it easy to get in there!

Jimmy's ass lining had kept our two loads nice and warm. The cum had slicked up his fuck hole, making it smoother, somehow even better. He didn't even let out a peep as I thrust my dick in him.

I started out slow, in no hurry. I started thinking, using thoughts to make my fuck last even longer. This fuck was a show off to my bud fuck; it was just meant to be enjoyable.

I noticed how my body seem to fit Jimmy's ass in the dog style fuck. The curve of his ass seemed made for my body. This was a good fuck hole here. Jimmy could act or say whatever. We'd all pretty much figured out he was into this.

I fucked slow and deep, realizing we pretty much had Jimmy where we wanted right now, but what about later? I wasn't gonna give up using his mouth or ass to get off in.

This was too easy, with a cunt you gotta pay them attention, take em out, that romance shit. With Jimmy, it was just hard sex, an easy nut. I figured I need to make sure and keep him around.

But how? Yeah, it was me and Greg's word against his, but in a town like this, they'd take rich boy's word. And for another thing, I wasn't sure if I wanted to let the whole town know I'd dicked another dude.

I was still fucking, slow, and easy, deep down, and out to the crown! Yeah, needed another way to keep rich boy under control. Blackmail? Maybe some pictures?

My dick was feeling pretty good, I bent my chest down to Jimmy's back, and wrapped my arms around his chest, getting closer for an even deeper fuck. I heard him sigh, not a bad sigh, one of them sighs a person makes when they like something.

Yeah, Jimmy liked getting dicked no matter what he said. He especially liked when I did it. Maybe I didn't need blackmail, maybe I just needed to make sure he really liked it, ya know?

I thought of how he liked me kissing his neck, bitches like that too. I had to stop thinking of Jimmy as another dude, he was more like a bitch with a small cock.

I nibbled at his neck, he moaned, a sexual sound. A few more licks and nibbles, and the dude had just melted against me, he had spread his legs even wider, letting me in!

I looked at his ear, a dude's ear, but a dude with a hot fuck hole's ear. I stuck my tongue in it, yeah, my tongue in a dude's ear. He let out a loud sound, and as I frenched his ear, I smelt the cum, I felt the ass tremors, and I tongue fucked his ear, harder!

I tongued and fucked him till I figured all his cum had sprayed. "You like my dick, don't cha? You want me to cum now? You want me to get off in your tight ass?"

I saw Jimmy's ear and neck turn that dark red again, "Yeah," he groaned.

I pulled my dick almost out of him, moving my body away from his. "Tell me how much you like my dick, boy!"

Jimmy whispered, "A lot."

"Louder, boy, louder, and tell me how you want it!" I withdrew my dick all the way, it rested in his crack. "No more dick until you tell me!"

Jimmy stammered, but he raised his voice, "Don't make me; don't make me!"

"No more dick then; no more of my dick!" I threatened.

Jimmy looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes were watering. I rubbed my dick in his ass crack, reminding him.

"I want you to fuck me, " he said in a even, but trembling sound. "I like … no …love &hellip how it feels."

"You gotta take care of my buddy too." I added, pressing my cock tip against his opening.

A tear ran down his face, he nodded and said, "Okay."

"Good little fag," I smiled, and rammed my dick in his ass. I bent back down and took a mouthful of his neck skin and begin to nibble as I drove my dick in and out of him.

Yeah, he's a bitch, I thought, but you gotta reward bitches for acting right. I slipped my arms around him, and found his little boner. I held it, just running my fingers over it as I power-fucked him.

I let my nut build up, riding him hard! I wasn't gonna let him cum this time, you got to make a cunt like him need ya. You can't make them happy every fuck, ya know?

My balls were tight, so I let loose! I filled his ass with a load of ball snot, and even though I needed to rest a few, I pulled out of him.

"Whatcha want to do with him, bud?" I asked Greg as I stood up.

Greg's dick was pointed at the ceiling, "I want the bitch to ride my cock!"

As Jimmy stood up, I saw drops of cum where he had been kneeling. Greg sat down, back against the wall, "Ride my dick, fag!"

I walked over to the sink, as I was washing my piece up, I heard Jimmy's sigh. I knew he just sunk down on Greg's rod.

We had us something better than a slut now; we had a rich, dick-loving fag. It was gonna be a good year. Something awesome, something great.