Peter's Punk Part 2

Five days had passed since that fateful day. Five days since Peter had used my mouth for a cum dump, a fuck hole. Now, I was more angry then anything else. I was angry at myself for allowing that to happen. I was angry because at first I had wanted it to happen again. I had sucked his dick, he had fucked my mouth, then he ignored me like it hadn’t meant anything.

Two could play his game! Fuck him! He’d try and speak to me again, some day when he was horny. He would wish he had treated me better!

That afternoon, Peter came over, “Hey dude, ya wanna come over?” he asked as he brushed his hand against his crotch suggestively. 

This was my chance for pay back. I’d tell him I was busy, this was my chance. I looked up at him, and everything suddenly changed. “Yeah, that’ll be kewl.” I replied.
Again, I found my head dangling off his kitchen table. He fucked my face, deep in my throat for almost half an hour. He was almost brutal, humping and pumping that huge cock of his! I breathed when I could as he rammed the hard big shaft in and out of my mouth! 

His foul tasting precum dripped, bitter on my taste buds. He used me for one purpose, and my dick was hard even though I knew this was just a means of a nut for him.
He came inside my throat, cutting off all my air as his dick throbbed and his balls jetted strand after strand of sperm inside of me!

As he pulled out, “Direct deposit dude! Thanks man! Hey, I gotta get ready, got a hot date tonight, a real hot babe,” he said looking towards the back door.
It really wasn’t a hint, he was dismissing me. He had used me and was done with me for now. He had a date with a girl. I left rapidly, confused and feeling betrayed. How could he do this to me? 
Over the next couple of weeks, he fucked my face 4 more times. I wanted to stop, I wanted to tell him no and hell no. But I couldn’t, something made me weak, somehow he drew me in. I was addicted to letting him use me!

Again, he wanted me to come over. Again, I couldn’t refuse. As I followed him inside, I actually looked forward to his big cock down my throat, I looked forward to having his nasty ball cream inside of me. I wanted him to use me, I wanted this hot big cocked stud to use me for his cum slut!

I followed him inside, anticipating pleasing him again. I stopped short, seeing a dude sitting on the sofa.
“Hey, this is my little bro, Paul!” Peter announced. I felt nervous and embarrassed. I had boned up thinking of Peter’s rod down my throat, I hoped my dick wasn’t tenting out. I was ashamed all over again. 

Peter said, “I told Paul all about you dude. Now, I got an errand to take care of, but you take good care of my bro, dude.”
Just like that, Peter left. I stood, frozen, staring in shock. Paul was younger then Peter, younger even then me. I was speechless, what had Peter told him? What was I supposed to take care of? I wasn’t gonna suck this kid’s cock! I only wanted Peter!

Paul spoke, his voice was like Peter’s, “You don’t look like a cock sucker.”
I felt my face burn, what did a cock sucker look like, I wondered. My heart thudded, Peter had told him, Paul knew my shameful secret.
He lifted his tee shirt over his head, he ran a hand over his chest staring at me. “I ain’t as big as Peter but I got a nice dick, dude.” Then his hips rose off the sofa and he pulled down his shorts and boxers together.

Cock size sure ran in that family, while he was no where the size of Peter, Paul was sporting about 8 inches, a lot more cock then I had. It was hard and erect. He had that same proud male attitude that Peter possessed as he put his manhood on display. 

My new addiction seemed to include more then Peter’s dick. I stared at the younger dude, I took in that big hard cock with my eyes, I looked at the large nuts, wondering how much cum they could make. 

“It’s cool if you wanna suck me off, dude,” Paul said. “You’re licking your lips ya know.”
My lips weren’t what I wanted to lick. I knelt between his spread legs. I kissed the large knob of his cock head, then moved below his erection. I licked his big ball bag, I licked the fairly smooth sack and sucked gently on the thick skin. 

“Oh, yeah, dude, I like that. That feels good, lick my balls, yeah.” Paul moaned. Unlike Peter, Paul sat still, he didn’t try to force his cock down my throat. He moaned encouragement as I found myself worshipping his balls. I sucked them one at a time, gently and carefully. They felt good inside of my mouth. I rolled them around. Working those big orbs in that big sack. I would look up occasionally to find Paul looking down, observing me. 

I forgot he was younger then me. I didn’t think of Peter’s huge cock at all. There was something about Paul, something that made me want to please and service him! I kissed his big fuck shaft, kissed it, and licked it, working my way from his ball bag up that big fuck rod! 

I saw the glistening droplet of precum oozing from his piss slit. I knew how that stuff tasted, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make Paul feel good. I stuck my tongue to it and licked it up! 
God! This wasn’t the bitter goo from Peter’s cock! This was almost sweet! It tasted good! I covered my teeth with my lips and sucked at that big dick head! I stroked that fuck shaft with my hand and tried to suck more sweet goo from that hard rod!

I went down on his cock, he just moaned, and I felt it touch the back of my mouth, and I swallowed! I didn’t gag like when Peter fucked my mouth! I swallowed Paul’s big dick! I bobbed my head up and down, I used everything I could to make this hot boy’s sweet juice flow into me!

I bobbed my head up and down that teenaged tool! I learned that Paul had the same staying ability as Peter! Paul lasted forever! His sweet precum flowed into my mouth! I could take him in my throat with no problem! My mouth didn’t get worn out, my jaws didn’t hurt!

Then I was draining that hot stud teen! His sweet cum exploded into my mouth! Wad after wad, sweet and sticky goo! I swallowed it, I wanted it! My heart rushed as I hoped I was pleasing this younger stud! 
I sucked him and licked his dick clean. I still knelt on the floor, between his spread legs. He looked down at me, his chest rose and fell. I studied his chest, he had good pecs, dark brown nipples. I hoped I had pleased him!

He grinned, “Dude, that was killer head! I’m still trying to get my breath! Man, you know how to suck dick! I ain’t ever had it that good!”
I smiled shyly and looked at him. I rested my head on one of his well built thighs. I could feel his strong thigh against my hair. I had made him happy, he had told me so! Peter slipped from my thoughts. Paul took over my mind!

I could hear Paul’s breath slowly and returning to normal. “Uh, dude? Uh, can I ask you something?”

I raise my head off his leg, my hair was probably irritating him or something! I wanted to tell him how much I had enjoyed pleasing him, I wanted to tell him how good he tasted, I wanted to tell him he could ask me anything in the world, all my secrets were his. I was so over powered, all I could manage was to nod yes, agreeing to his question.
I nodded yes, looking into his eyes, his sexy wonderful eyes. I would tell hi the truth if he asked, I wanted to suck his sweet big hard cock again.

“Uh, dude, what’s your name?” Paul asked me. “Peter didn’t know it, and it would be kinda nice to know who just gave me the best head job in the world!”
I felt a pounding in my temples as I realized that Peter had never bothered to learn my name. I think I would have ran away and hid forever except Paul’s fingers were on my head, brushing at my hair.
I heard my voice quiver, I was close to tears. “Davy.” I got out. I couldn’t look at Paul right now, my eyes were blurring.

“Thank you Davy. Dude you made me feel good. I don’t wanna call you a dick sucker or nothing, but man, Davy! Damn, I thought my heart was gonna blow up! It was fucking awesome!” Paul’s fingers brushed my hair repeatedly.