“Why are you sitting here by yourself?” I asked @mike-ninety. I already knew the answer, though. I think everyone at the picnic knew.
“Dude, can’t you just leave me alone?” he asked.
“That’s no way to speak to me, bro, especially since we both know you don’t really want me to leave you alone,” I replied. “But, no, I won’t leave you alone. You’re a first class cocksucker, and that pussy of yours is amazing. I could fuck it for days.”
“Letting you fuck me is how I got into this mess. My girlfriend noticed the wet spot on my shorts where your cum is leaking out of me,” he complained.
“OK, dude, calm down. I can get you out of this. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll tell her I emptied a condom on your chair right before you sat down. Everybody will think it was hilarious, that I am a jerk, and you are an innocent victim,” I offered.
“Dude, you’d do that for me? Thanks, bro,” be looked up at me, beaming.
“Not so fast,” I warned him, pushing him back down by the shoulder as he started to get up. “There’s a catch.”
“What’s the catch?” He asked.
“If I do that, we’re done. You won’t get my cock in you ever again. Your buddy Chase has been after me to fuck him, but I haven’t because you’ve always been there whenever I wanted you,” I told him.
“That’s not really fair,” he said, deflated.
“That was a perfectly reasonable offer,” I insisted, “But since you seem unhappy with it, your other option is sucking my cock right here, right now.“
“Dude, no. I’m sorry. Don’t make me do that. Everyone will see,” he whined.
“Really, would it be all that bad?” I asked. “They have already seen cum leaking from your ass. It’s likely they have already sussed you’re a cocksucker, too.”
“You’re a fucklng asshole,” he spat at me.
“The fucking asshole is not me., It is the one between your legs,’ I laughed.
“You’re not very funny, either. You know I really hate you sometimes,” he said, knowing he didn’t really mean it.
“You know Chase would suck me off right here, and be grateful for it,” I told him as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.
“Since I mentioned it, now I want a blow job. I’m getting a blow job. I am texting Chase to get his pretty little ass down here. You get to decide it I get it from Chase or from you,” I said, looking down at him. “Beg for my cock, or I’ll send Chase the message.”
He sat there, looking towards his girlfriend for what seemed like a long time. I knew what decision he was going to make. So did he. It was always the same.
“Why do you do this to me? Why can’t you just force me to suck your cock and rape my ass? Why do I always have to beg?” He asked, then paused again. He knew what he had to do. He slid down to his knees in front of me and looked up into my eyes. “You know I’ll do anything you want if you let me suck your cock. Please, please let me do it.”
I pulled down my shorts to reveal my hard cock. Even now, after he had deep throated me many times, @mike-ninety still got that slightly panicked look on his face when he realized the size of what was going into him. I put my hand on his hat and guided his head toward me. His lips opened to let the tip of my head in, then they closed to seal his mouth as his tongue tried desperately to distract me from going balls deep into him.
Yeah, a few people at the picnic looked over to see the jock boy on his knees with my cock in his mouth. A few stopped to watch, but most of them didn’t seem to be surprised or even interested. He was not the first jock boy I had taken down, and a few even suspected Chase would be next.
