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This is part one of a series I posted on Nifty that got a lot of good comments from readers. It's fiction, but based on real experiences of mine when I was 19 and a senior in high school. As it was in real life, all characters are 18 or older. Each part gets a little kinkier, but this first one only involves oral and some light watersports.

Part 2 is here.

~7,300 words

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I grew up in a small town. Mostly farmers and roughnecks. The boys played football and the girls were cheerleaders. There wasn’t any room for anyone else. Which is why I never fit in.

I was a nerd. A band kid with good grades. Smart enough to get respect from adults and disdain from my classmates. But I managed. 

I was a senior, working at the local pizza shop to save money. I already had plans to move into an apartment with a friend in the city where we’d both be attending college. But it was only September. Lots of high school left to slog through before moving to the real world. 

Sometimes I worked with the owner’s daughter, but most of the time I had to endure sharing a shift with Dustin. The ultimate douchebag. The kind of guy that called me a fa**ot among his friends. We had a truce at work. Not much talking, and even though I was in charge I didn’t make him do the shitty chores. It wasn’t pleasant, but he didn’t make my life miserable.

Dustin basically always wore basketball shorts and t-shirts. Smartphones were pretty new at the time, so we luckily didn’t have to interact much during our downtime. When things got busy we would both be on the line filling orders. The physical proximity was uncomfortable.

He was fit. Like I said, guys (except me) played football. He was a linebacker, but our team sucked, so he wasn’t exactly built. Still, really muscular and lean. Unfortunately, he was right that I was indeed a fa**ot, and I couldn’t help but be into him physically. I’d seen him, and all the other guys, in the locker room back when I was playing sports to try and fit in. I hadn’t ever seen him naked, just in his underwear. But I’d heard the rumors. Apparently he’d sent a picture of his dick to some girl. He’d posed it next to a Pringles can, and apparently it was… comparable. 

“Answer the phone, dude.”

It had been ringing for a bit, but I’d been sneaking a peak at his bulge as he lounged across from me in the kitchen. I was annoyed that he was telling me what to do, but answered anyway. 

“One large pep. I made the last few, so you take this one,” I said. I made my way to the empty dining room to lounge while he had to follow my, the manager’s, orders. He rolled his eyes and huffed, but did as I said. 

I scrolled on my phone while he worked, sitting in the booth nearest the kitchen door. A few minutes later, “I gotta piss, keep an eye on the oven,” he said.

The bathroom was down a short hallway from where I was sitting. I knew the pizza would take several minutes to cook so I didn’t move. Dustin made his way to the bathroom, but only partially closed the door. I heard his zip come down and then the sound of water splashing.

My eyes were glued to my phone. He was barely thirty feet from me, and I knew his cock was in his hand. I was no stranger to sneaking peeks of the guys in the locker room, but this felt too obvious. As curious as I was to see the Pringles dick, I couldn’t get caught. The light from the bathroom door was visible in my peripheral and I was so tempted. I heard him let out a sigh of relief, a little louder than necessary. Guys like him did this. Like they were teasing everyone, even other straight guys. 

I couldn’t help it. I let my eyes flick to the right. The first thing I saw was his eyes directly on me, just visible through the gap in the open door. The second thing I saw was his frankly huge flaccid cock spilling piss into the toilet in front of him. My heart raced. I’d been caught. 

I knew he’d seen my look, but he didn’t immediately say anything. I half expected him to make a stink about it. He hadn’t ever said anything to my face about thinking I was gay, but I knew he and all the other guys thought it. I’d just given him more ammunition. 

He finished his business and (without washing his hands) left the bathroom, flicking the light off as he left. He never did say anything. Maybe I imagined him catching me? I didn’t acknowledge it either. We finished the shift like nothing happened. I assumed I was safe. But the image never left my mind.

We passed each tother in the hall at school. He gave me sly glances, but he always did that. Always a smirk, like he’d just finished saying something awful about me to his friends. He probably had. It didn’t matter. I was about to be valedictorian; about to leave.

We worked together several more times over the next few days. Nothing weird. Just the usual mostly silent shifts filling sparse orders. Come Thursday, though…

Once again, I was sitting in the weirdly empty dining room reading a book. It was exceptionally slow that night. Dustin had been sitting at the passthrough,  scrolling his phone to pass the time. I noticed him get up and make his way to the bathroom. 

I mentally prepared myself. If he left the door ajar again I wouldn’t be looking. I couldn’t risk getting caught looking twice. 

He didn’t leave the door ajar. He pushed it fully open this time. Like, made an effort to be more visible than before. My eyes were stuck on a single word in my book, not moving at all. I knew that if I moved them they would find their way of their own accord to the cock I’d been thinking of for days. 

I strained to take in as much of my peripheral as I could. I could just barely tell that Dustin’s cock was in his hand and his eyes were cast down at the toilet where he’d already started to release. I knew this was the only chance I’d get. I let my eyes slide to the right to take it all in. 

Dustin was tall. Nearly as tall as me at 6’ 2”. He had that redneck skin tone; tan but in a rugged way. He spent enough time outside with no shirt on that his whole torso was an olive tone, I knew that from my days in the locker room. 

That day he was wearing jeans instead of his usual shorts. Boots in place of sneakers. A backwards baseball cap on his dark hair. His big belt buckle held the top of his jeans closed, but his fly was held wide open by his full piece, balls and all. 

I only looked for a few seconds, but it was quite a sight. His balls were massive, or at least they seemed it to me. Taut, and covered in a dusting of curly hair. His shaft was long and thick. And unlike any of the other guys I knew, he was uncut. A healthy stream of piss flowed out from the tip, just visible past his foreskin. I was 19 and virile myself, so my own dick instantly started to harden. 

That’s when he turned his face. My eyes flew back to the page in my book, but I didn’t move a muscle. Maybe he didn’t notice?

Then I heard him snicker. He finished his business and did up his fly. My heart was racing again, worried that he’d say something. He definitely noticed me looking. 

His boots clacked on the concrete floor as he walked toward me, adjusting his big belt buckle as he came. 

“We haven’t had an order all night. Handle the last couple hours yourself? I’ve got better things to do.”

I tried not to show my relief on my face. “Sure. Just make sure you clock out.”

He slipped his time card into the clock and slid it back into its slot on the wall. “See you later, dude. I’m back on Saturday.” He flashed a wry smile and adjusted his package as he walked out the door. 

The second I saw his truck leave I let out a long sigh and dropped my book on the table. The immediate danger was gone, but he definitely had all he needed to start the rumor mill…

I put that out of my mind for a bit though. I’d seen most of the guys in my school at least partially naked. I had played football and basketball all through middle school and freshman year, so I had had lots of opportunity to sneakily take in their bodies. I’d seen the horseplay; the tea-bagging, mock-humping, mushroom-printing antics of very hetero guys. At first I just watched with curiosity, laughing along with them, but keeping to myself. As I got older I realized I wasn’t just curious, I was interested. I had stored away images of all the hottest guys, thinking of them when I touched myself. Now I had a new image for that collection.

It really was slow that night, so I decided to do what any red-blooded, horny 19 year old would do in my situation. I quickly flicked the lock on the front door even though it wasn’t likely anyone would show up. I went to the bathroom at the back of the shop, partly for privacy, partly because proximity to the spot where I’d just seen the biggest dick of my life turned me on even more.

Dustin had once again not washed his hands, and this time hadn’t even bothered to flush. There was still of bit of straw-colored froth marinating in the bowl. By now I was rock hard and struggled to haul my own dick out of my pants. Already on the edge, I jerked what I now knew to be a thoroughly average cock, staring down into the fluids Dustin had left behind. I grunted quietly as my load quickly spilled out to join them. 

I stood there for a few seconds, breathing heavily and watching the ropes of my cum sink beneath the surface of the water. Suddenly, the phone rang, loud and clear, and pulled me out of my trance. I flushed, quickly washed my hands, and got back to work.  

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The next day was a Friday, which in our little town meant football. A home game. I was a band nerd, so I was always at the games. I wasn’t looking forward to it. I’d spent the whole day at school waiting for the f-slurs to start. It wouldn’t be anything new, but I didn’t want to deal with another round of it.

Luckily nothing happened. It was a normal day. Cheerleaders wore their outfits. The football team their jerseys. Dustin walked around with his chest puffed out. Standard jock behavior. Everyone was excited as always, even though we’d lose. Like always.

The game came and went without incident. We did lose, but not by much this time. The team wasn’t quite as dejected as they usually were after a loss. Weirdly, I was good friends with the quarterback, and was chatting with him and one of the cheerleaders before heading home for the night. Most people had already left. A few of the guys from the team were smoking behind the bleachers, Dustin among them. He was looking right at me through the shadows. I averted my eyes and made my way to my car. I didn’t have to interact with him until tomorrow at work. Hopefully my stolen glances were old news by then. 

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Saturday came. We were sometimes busy on weekends, but this was not one of those. Initially, Dustin, myself, and Lauren, the owners daughter, were clocked in. She quickly decided she wasn’t needed and took off. Just me and Dustin again.

We took turns filling the occasional orders. I guess someone was having a party, however, as an order for seven pies came in. We were working on the line together to get it done quickly.

I was just focusing on the work, but being so close to him in that small kitchen was… tantalizing. He was back to his usual basketball shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. His arm brushed mine as he reached for toppings. I noticed he had scrapes and bruises in spots from the game the previous night. 

“Rough game yesterday?” 

He shot me a dirty look. I jerked my head toward his arm so he knew I wasn’t talking about the score.

“Yeah, well, had to keep your quarterback friend safe. Not that it did us much good.”

He tossed the last pizza onto the oven conveyor and went right back to his stool by the pass through. He hiked one leg up on a rung of the stool and scratched at his junk, flicking his eyes towards me as I continued working.

I realized in that moment that he was most definitely free-balling. Not even boxers under his shorts. The outline of his shaft clearly visible. 

I transferred the pizzas from the oven to their boxes as they came out on the conveyor. The person that had ordered them walked through the door right as I packed up the last of them. I sat the stack of boxes in the pass through, sneaking another glance at the shape in Dustin’s shorts before taking the customer’s money.

When they left I went back to the kitchen to do a little cleanup. Dustin stayed on his stool, picking at a scab on his arm. 

“You know I’ve seen you looking, right?” he had been watching me clean.

“Sorry?” I had to play dumb.

“You don’t have to be so shady about it. You can just ask.” He had an intense look on his face. It seemed threatening, but it was hard to say. 

I was frozen. I assumed I was about to get my ass kicked. My mind was working furiously to come up with some witty remark to get out of this situation.

He got up quickly from the stool and closed the gap between us. I took a half step back, but he grabbed my arm and held me, the same intense look still burning on his face.

“Just ask.”

“I don’t know what you’re-“

“Look, everyone knows you’re a fa**ot. If I’m gonna have to work with you ogling my junk the whole time, there’s gotta be something in it for me.”

I was still frozen. What was he saying? I probably should have just got the hell out of there. I pulled against his grip but he kept hold of my arm.

“Let’s make a deal, huh? I won’t tell the whole town that you can’t keep your eyes off me, and you take care of a little problem for me.”

He pulled my hand to his crotch. I felt the warmth of his soft dick against my palm. Was this really happening?

He pulled the leg of his shorts up, a little slowly. His eyes were locked on mine. Dark, and unreadable. I felt the skin on his scrotum against my fingers, then the heavy slap of his dick as it tumbled out of his shorts. 

We stood there for a moment. I felt his pulse growing in his cock as it slowly inflated. He pushed my hand further into his crotch. After a moment I let my fingers close around his dick. What was I doing?

He started moving my hand back and forth. It was hard to imagine his dick could get bigger. It was easily 7” fully soft, and thick. Now that he was nearly fully erect it was more like 9”. I felt his balls bounce as my hand worked up and down his shaft, guided by his hand.

I didn’t have a thought in my head at this point. I was holding the dick of one of the hottest guys in school, and definitely the most hung. Hormones had taken over.

He let go of my arm and closed his eyes. Gently thrusting his hips with the movement of my hand. He put his hands on his hips and just let it happen. I looked down at his shaft in my hand. Watched as his foreskin slid back and forth, a little precum dotting the tip. His breath quickened a little, and he thrusted a bit more.

He brought his scraped arm to my shoulder, pushing down. Hard. I stumbled down to a crouch, but didn’t move my hand. I took a knee, his hand still on my shoulder, his closed eyes turned up to the ceiling. 

I adjusted my grip, tightened and sped. I was face to face with the object of my fantasies. I stared, wanting to keep this memory.

He grunted as I continued the pace. His hand moved from my shoulder to the top of my head. I had sucked dick before,  but nothing like this. I didn’t think I was ready. But that didn’t matter to him.

He knotted his fingers through my hair and pushed so that my face pointed up at his. He was now looking directly at me. I couldn’t look away.

He grunted again and I felt him buck, his cock growing even harder in my hand. Before I knew what was happening I felt a splash of thick liquid hit my cheek, then another. He kept a tight grip on my head, watching as his cum accumulated on my face. He reached down with his other hand, replacing mine with his as he pumped out a few more ropes. I had never seen that much cum even in porn.

He took a few more breaths, slung the last string of cum down to the floor, and wiped his cock on the inside of his shorts. He quickly turned away and returned to his seat, which made me realize I was still kneeling in the middle of the room. I walked swiftly to the bathroom where I grabbed a bunch of paper towels and hurriedly cleaned the mess from my face. I caught a short glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked flushed; eyes wide open, a little cum in my hair. I stared at myself for a moment. What now?

The bell that signaled the front door opening  rang out. I took advantage of the distraction to pretend like nothing had happened as I walked back out of the bathroom. I passed Dustin, who was smirking, a little wet spot on his shorts.

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Things got weird. Dustin and I didn’t work together for several days. I was glad for the break, but wondered if it might happen again. Did I want it to? He was acting different at school. I was lounging outside the cafeteria during lunch one day and as he and his gaggle of friends walked past he put his arm around my neck and tousled my hair like I was one of the guys, then just kept on walking. A couple of the other guys smirked at me as they walked away. Clay and Brett. Had he told them?

Brett had once caught me staring at him in the locker room. He was the only other guy who even came close to Dustin in the size department. It was hard not to notice. He had given me a dirty look and walked away without making a stink about it back then. He was so fit. Abs and huge legs from the weight room. Sandy brown hair and hazel eyes, clean shaven. Maybe a little short, but he could definitely take me down if he wanted to.

Clay was also pretty fit, but his strength was his arms and chest. Brett wasn’t ugly by any means, but Clay was dangerously handsome. All the girls loved him. Dirty blonde, a little bit of stubble, and striking blue eyes. He was a funny guy. He had once made a joke of wearing bikini brief style underwear, showing them off on the football bus on the way back from a game when I still played. I had heard the guys laughing and asked what was so funny. He pulled the string of his underwear up above his waistband to show me and winked.

It wasn’t unusual for the more popular guys to give me weird looks. I was a nerd. Made great grades, read a lot of books, bit of a teacher’s pet. But I was also tall and trim. Not particularly muscular, but deceptively strong. One of the guys on the team had been giving me shit freshman year. He was a huge lineman with a smart mouth. He taunted me so relentlessly during a tackle drill once that I laid him out flat in anger and annoyance. The whole team had cheered, including the coach. If nothing else, I got a little respect for that.

I tried not to think too much of it. I’d graduate in a few months and wouldn’t have to worry about what any of them ever thought again. Even if Dustin had told them, I was basically openly gay with my friends who didn’t live in our tiny little town. Besides, if he’d told them he’d have had to admit to the part he played as well.

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The next couple shifts at work were busier than normal. The owner’s daughter, Lauren, had stayed for the duration of both, meaning that Dustin didn’t have any opportunity to repeat his performance. That didn’t stop him from teasing me though.

Once, Lauren was taking an order on the phone at the register while Dustin and I worked on the line.

“OK, so an order of garlic knots and one large sausage, extra sauce? Anything else?” Her slightly annoying voice echoed through the pass through.

“Hear that?” Dustin said. I had been focused on rolling out a piece of dough but turned to look at him. He had whipped out his dick and laid it on the prep surface of the line.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered harshly. “That’s not fucking sanitary dude.” 

He laughed and put it away. “Large sausage, ha!” He kept smiling his toothy smile at me though. I smirked back and kept working.

The shift ended a couple hours later, Lauren actually staying to help with closing duties for once. It went quickly and we were all very ready to leave after a long day. Lauren hopped in her brand new car, bought for her by daddy, and I headed to my beat up Firebird. I put my key in the door as Lauren pulled away, but stopped short. I half hoped that-

“Dude, come here.” Dustin was standing on the ledge of his truck door, peering at me over the roof.

“What?” I looked around. The pizza shop was at the one stop light in the whole town. Right in the middle of “downtown” if you could call it that. It was dark and no one was around.

“You heard me,” he smirked as he hopped into his front seat.

I made one more furtive glance around the intersection as I felt butterflies well up in my chest. I didn’t know what was coming, but I walked over to his truck and cautiously opened the passenger door.

He had already pulled his cock out for the second time that evening. His full balls hung over the top of his waistband as he waved it around. He was looking at me, biting his lip and checking the rear view mirror. “You know you want it.”

And he was right. I guess we were going to make this a regular thing.

One more quick glance around as I hopped into his passenger seat and closed the door. “We really shouldn’t be doing this out in the open. We’re gonna get caught.”

“It’s late, no one’s around. Come on.” He lifted the center console so there was nothing between us on the bench seat. I stared for a moment. Was I really about to fool around in this guy’s truck on Main Street for all the world to see? But he was right. People didn’t stay out late in our little town.

I hesitated, but eventually reached out and grabbed his engorged dick. He reached down and reclined his seat and threw his arms behind his head with a sigh. My head was on a swivel, keeping an eye out for random passersby. It was hard to enjoy the sight of his cock while worrying about getting caught. His shirt was a little pulled up, exposing the soft curly hairs that travelled up his stomach to his chest.

Dustin brought his head up to see me looking out the windows, staying alert. 

“Even if someone was around, they wouldn’t see you if you weren’t sitting straight up like that.” He motioned for me to duck down. I hesitated again, but did as he suggested. As I lowered my head below the level of the dash he put his hand on the back of my head. I instinctively resisted the pressure.

“Come on, your hand’s not really doing it for me. You can do better than that,” as he pushed harder on the back of my head.

Like I said, I had given head before. But that guy was tiny compared to Dustin. I didn’t know if I could take his without gagging. I resisted his pressure out of fear.

“Do it, fa**ot.”

He pushed with both hands, forcing my face into his bush. The smell was intoxicating. Like all the fumes of a locker room full of naked men. Sweat and musk. And something about being called a fa**ot in this context… Well, it didn’t bother me as much as when it happened in the hallways of school. 

He relented a little on the back of my head and used one hand to point his throbbing dick at my mouth. I decided there was only one way to find out if I could take it without choking, so I slowly wrapped my lips around the tip. 

The sensation of the foreskin on my tongue was new. He was already leaking a little, and it tasted pungently sweet. When he was fully hard he had a slightly downward curve, which I felt as I pushed a little further. The first couple inches were thicker than the base of the shaft, so I was struggling at first. I bobbed a few times to get used to the size of it in my mouth. Dustin let out a little moan, hand still on the back of my head, pushing slightly. 

I remembered the last guy I had sucked really enjoyed it when I took him into my mouth completely. I decided to give it a shot on Dustin’s much more challenging tool. My right hand was on the seat between his outspread legs to give me more stability as I slowly took his whole shaft into my mouth. Right as my nose hit his pubes and met the resistance of his torso - “Fuck,” he whispered through his teeth. I stayed down a little bit longer, but he surprised me by holding my head right where it was. I choked a little and started to panic. “Stay on it.” I did as I was told for as long as I could. 

When he finally released my head I came up gasping for air. My own dick was straining against the front of my jeans as I reached to adjust it with my left hand. Before I could reach it, however, he grabbed my wrist with his free hand, pinning it to the seat. “Not for you. Focus on my dick.”

I kept at it, using some of the tricks I’d learned from the only other guy I’d given head before. He was gay and had had a lot more experience than me. I avoided my teeth ever touching it. Played with the tip. I even tried licking his balls, and it was hard to tell who enjoyed that more, me or him.

After a few moments he directed my mouth back to the main event. I went as deep as I could and swirled my tongue around as I withdrew, repeating that over and over. He was rutting in rhythm with my strokes, taking in a sharp breath each time he bottomed out at the back of my throat.

Suddenly he released my left hand from his grip, returning both hands to the back of my head. “Stay down, fa**ot.” I was getting too used to hearing that word.

“You ready to swallow it?” Honestly I wasn’t. I hadn’t ever done that before and knew from experience that he came a lot. I let out a little vocalization that could have been taken as a yes or a no, and honestly I wasn’t sure myself. It didn’t matter though. I already felt his foreskin moistening with the slick of pre-cum. “Shit,” and that was his signal.

His tip was in the middle of my mouth and I felt a warm burst join the generous saliva that my work had produced. He kept pushing down and I felt the tip enter further into my throat, gushing as he went. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation, doing my best not to gag as he filled me up. The taste was acrid, but there was still a bit of sweetness to it. It completely coated my mouth and felt like mucus as it slid down my throat.

After what seemed like a minute I felt the flood stop. He released his hands from my head as his rock hard dick started to soften. I swallowed hard without even thinking about it. His semen slid like a mucilaginous rope down my throat. His softening erection slid around in my mouth as he twitched in the final throes of orgasm. I finally pulled him from my mouth as streams of fluid strung from my gasping lips to the opening of his foreskin. He didn’t move, so I kept licking the tip. I was even brave enough to cup his generous balls in my hand that had been between his legs. They relaxed and his scrotum loosened as the last waves of pleasure left him.

I straightened up in my seat just in time to see another truck passing through the intersection. Luckily they didn’t seem to notice the occupants in the truck as they passed. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and took a few breaths to steady myself.

“Damn. You really are a fa**ot because you’ve definitely done that before.” His arms were crossed in front of his face, but I could see he was smiling. “You aren’t done yet though.”

He quickly flipped his waistband back up over his now soft cock, took a quick look around, then opened his door and jumped out. I had no idea what he meant but I got out of the truck too. Better to not be seen in it if another car came by. It wasn’t easy. I don’t think my dick had ever been harder, so I had to adjust, carefully tucking it behind my waistband. I could feel the warm night air cooling as the patch of pre-cum I was leaking spilled out the top of my jeans.

“I gotta piss,” he said as he mounted the curb and started to walk into the alley between the restaurant and the next building over. There was perfectly good bathroom in the restaurant just a few feet away, but he was already halfway down the alley. He disappeared into the dark as I watched from the sidewalk. My hands were on my keys to go but then I heard him say “I know you like to watch. Come hold it for me, fa**ot.” There’s that word again.

It was almost like my feet were operating on their own accord. I walked slowly into the alley, not even bothering to check if anyone was coming. As I got closer I heard the clink of a lighter and saw the cherry of a cigarette blazing in the pitch black of the alley. “Pull it out,” he said as he shielded the cigarette from the late summer breeze. 

I reached once again for his moist member, hauling it out of his shorts once more. A moment later a spurt of piss split into two streams, remnants of cum still spilling from the tip. “Pull my foreskin back, idiot. You’re making a mess,” he said as he blew a stream of smoke into my face. I did and his stream snapped into one solid deluge of lightly yellow liquid. I watched with fascination as he soaked the wall and the ground around it. 

I had peeked at urinals before, but I hadn’t really seen another man relieve himself quite like this before. When you’re young and closeted, a glance here and there at urinal troughs and the like are often the only place you get to see other dicks in person. I had always been fascinated, but I thought it was just because… well, because dicks. But something about this strong stream of hot liquid was sexy in and of itself. I had heard of people being into urine. I didn’t think that was me, but maybe there was something to it after all.

He was still going strong. He was obviously well hydrated. “You think you deserve to cum after all that? Should I let you?”

What did he mean, “let me.” It wasn’t any of his business if or when I came thinking of this moment. He reached down and squeezed his dick, stopping the flow mid stream. He took another drag from his cigarette and let the smoke spill out as he said “get down on your knees.”

I didn’t get it. He had already cum. Could he be ready to go again already? Could I stand to suck him twice in such a short period of time? Once again, my body had a mind of its own and I felt myself start to lower my knees to the pavement beneath me, making sure to avoid the wet spots. But before I could get down I felt his shoe hit the inside of my thigh.

“You can’t cum with your pants on, fa**ot. Get ‘em around your ankles. And pull your shirt over your head.”

“Dude, someone is going-“

“Did I ask you?” He spit on the ground next to me. 

At this point I was so horny I couldn’t stand it. He was wrong, I could absolutely cum with my pants on just by a few light rubs, I was sure. But it would definitely feel better to do it the right way.

I undid my belt and slid my jeans slowly down. My rock hard dick was only a little more than half the size of his, and not nearly as thick. I was a little embarrassed by it, but my horniness was more important than that right now. I flipped the front of my shirt over my head and lowered myself to my knees. My furry body was slick with a fine sweat, partly from the work I’d just done on him, partly from nerves. I reached for my hard prick, spreading the liberal pre-cum down the shaft as lube.

My body jerked as the pleasure I’d been denied over the past 20 minutes coursed like electricity through me. For a moment I thought of how pathetic I probably looked. My comparatively tiny dick next to his specimen. Me, naked in an alleyway, desperately pulling myself to orgasm, him mostly clothed and-

I heard it before I saw it. Even though my eyes had adjusted to the moonless night, it was still quite dark. By the light of another drag on his cigarette I saw that he had undone his grip and resumed his strong stream, right between my legs. I felt splashes on my thighs and fell back in shock to a crouch on the wall behind me.

 “Stay down there, fa**ot!” He said a little too loudly. I looked up at him, his heavy member dangling from his hand as he aimed his piss right at me. It wasn’t just splashes now; he was aiming for me.

At first I wanted to jump up, pull up my jeans and walk away. But as his warm piss wetted the hair on my legs, then to my stomach, then streaming down over my twitching cock… Well, I couldn’t stop myself. I reached down once more and took my twitching penis in my hands. My instinct was to recoil from touching his piss with my hands. But then I felt the texture of it against my skin. It was slick and mixed with my pre-cum to make something that felt like the lube that gay guy I had sucked had introduced me to. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at the sensation.

“Alright, fa**ot, you can cum now,” he said with his cigarette dangling from his mouth. I didn’t care that he was “giving me permission,” I just couldn’t hold it any longer. 

I tightened my grip and increased the tempo. I felt my muscles tighten and squeeze. A thunderous throbbing worked its way up from behind my balls to the tip of my dick. Right at that moment he trained his stream directly on my cock and I lost it. I threw my head back, my eyes clamping shut, unintelligible noises leaving my mouth as thick streams of cum leapt from me. The muscles in my asshole fired rhythmically, launching several spurts of watery cum several feet into the air, landing loudly on the ground between us. My senses were overwhelmed. The smell of his cigarette, the sounds of streaming liquids, the starbursts forming on the back of my eyelids. 

I felt his stream slow, followed by a few more spurts working their way up my body before a final one hit me in the face. A little got into my mouth, waking me up from the euphoria. I spit on the ground next to me, but noticed the taste wasn’t what I expected. Salty and warm, but not entirely unpleasant.

“Damn, boy. You really liked that didn’t you? A little piss fa**ot, huh?” He tossed his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his shoe. His face was completely in the dark but I could see a hint of a smile. “Now clean me up.”

I was spent, but I still wanted more. I leaned forward on to my hands and knees. Groping with my tongue, I found his dick and licked it into my mouth. There were still drops of piss leaking from his slit. I gagged but kept going, taking it all in and sucking as I released it, squeezing out a cocktail of leftover cum and piss.

“Now dry me off with your shirt.”

“I can’t… I have to-“

“Do it now, fa**ot. I need to get home and I’m not doing it with your spit all over my cock.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I pulled my shirt over my head. I selected a spot on the bottom hem on the back of the shirt that wouldn’t be so obvious when I had to put it back on to get home. I took his spent balls in my left hand and wiped it all down, making sure to pull the foreskin back.

“Good boy,” he knelt down and grabbed my face. “Yeah, you loved that didn’t you. If you ever want that to happen again, this stays between us. Not a word, got it?” He tightened his grip on my chin. I did a couple quick nods. He once again spit on the ground next to me, packed his dick back into his shorts, and was walking back to his truck before I’d even noticed.

I was still hard as a rock in a public alleyway, suddenly aware of my surroundings. I started struggling with my pants that were tangled around my ankles. Right as I got them to my knees I heard his engine rev to life. Suddenly, the whole alleyway was flooded with the glow of his headlights.

“Fuck,” I hissed, pulling my pants up around my waist as fast as I could and backing myself against the alley wall. He honked his horn and sped off, leaving me to put on my damp shirt in the dark.

I waited a moment before heading to my car, getting in as quickly as I could. Home was only a few minutes away, but it was nearly 11pm. My parents were going to wonder where I was, and I definitely did not want them asking questions.

I was halfway home when I felt the wet spots on my jeans. “Shit.” I pulled into the cemetery down the road from my house, turning off my headlights to stay discreet. I turned on the cabin light to inspect the damage. The front waistband of my jeans were wet, and quite soaked around the ankles. My shirt had wet spots all over it. Impossible to tell what was sweat and what was… something else.

I decided that if my parents stopped me with questions I’d say the toilet in the restaurant had backed up and I had to act fast to fix it. I’d do the laundry myself. Luckily I was able to sneak in and get in the shower before they noticed.

Finally, with a fresh change of clothes, the spoiled ones already in the laundry machine, I laid down on my bed and thought about my night. If you had told me last week that not only was I going to suck the biggest dick in town, but that he’d also piss me into the single biggest orgasm I’d ever had… Well, it wouldn’t have been appealing at the time. But damn. I was already re-rolling the memory in my head, my dick already hardening again at the thought.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I reached for it only to see Dustin’s name on the lock screen. I opened the message which just read “remember. not a word.”

Of course I wasn’t going to tell anyone. I was pretty sure we had just broken the law, let alone done something that was definitely worse than just being gay in the eyes of the local church folk.

Then another message came through. It was a picture. My heart sank straight through the floor.

Cameras in phones still kind of sucked at the time, but they were good enough to clearly see the contents of this particular photo. I stared in disbelief. There I was, nearly naked, leaned against that alley wall. Mouth agape, eyes shut tight, with a massive cumshot in the air before me. At the bottom of the frame was Dustin’s huge cock shooting piss directly on me, all of it illuminated in a blinding flash.

My pulse raced as I continued looking. How did I not notice that he took this? Who was he going to show? Was he going to blackmail me? Was that the whole point of this? A thousand scenarios flew through my mind. Right as my panic reached a peak, another message came through.

“your gonna follow my directions without questions next time right fa**ot?”

I stared at the text beneath the image. I was still in the midst of panic, but something changed. I felt my cock twitch as I continued to stare at the stream of piss hitting me in the photo. The cumshot really was remarkable. And even through the blur of the poor quality, you could clearly see the look of ecstasy on my face. And it was very clearly my face.

“Yes,” I replied.