Lads Holiday Chapter 1
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The next morning, I was woken while it was still dark to see the girl that
had spent the night in my bed disappearing away out the door. I slid back
into my bed and managed to get a few of hours of more comfortable sleep
before the guys all woke up.
We all lay in a while, but it was Charlie who was awake first. He got up
and walked across to the window, wearing only a pair of tight boxer briefs.
He stood there stretching and looking out for a while, then walked back and
checked his bag. I watched his every step and every stretch of that
incredible torso, out of one sleepy eye. He glanced across and caught me
watching him.
"Morning fag"
I smiled.
"Hey, listen, sorry if we went a bit far with you last night. We were all
just a bit pissed and having a laugh".
I nodded contentedly.
"But I mean, the girl had to sleep somewhere. I couldn't have let her
sleep on the floor, right? And that stuff in the kink bar, it was just a
bit of fun yeah? We'll go easy on you today though, promise".
I felt relieved. I knew from experience now that when he wanted to make me
do something, then I was going to do it. BUt it scared me that things
could get out of control. I really didn't want Dan and Rich to find out
about this stuff. They were my oldest friends, and I knew it could screw
up our whole friendship.
And Charlie kept to his word. All day round town it was just cool. We all
wandered as a group, and saw the crazy bits of the city, checked the cool
graffiti murals, went to some weird ass bars, hung out in the sunshine in
the park and just messed about and joked. Most of the guys called me fag
now, but that was just my nickname now, like jumbo was called jumbo, and
fowls was called fowls. In a way I kind of liked having the nickname. It
kind of made me feel like a proper part of the group. And after always
being the quiet one at school and everything, it felt like I was kind of a
more recognised part of the group now. Even if it was because I was the
gang leaders cocksucker.
Later on we were in a random, pretty rough looking bar on the outskirts of
town. It was early evening, and we'd had a few beers already, but it
wasn't yet the busy time of the evening. I was talking to Rich and having
a catch up about old times and old teachers and all the stuff you talk
about with your old school mates. After a bit he went off to the bar at
the other end of the room to get another drink, and Jumbo came over to talk
to me. I'd hardly spent any time with Jumbo on the holiday, because he'd
always been in the other group and i'd only met him once before the
holiday, so I didn't know him too well. He seemed a good guy though and
with his height of maybe 6'4 or something, and his blondish brown hair, he
had a kind of surfer dude look.
"Alright fag!" he said merrily, "How you doing?". He'd definitely got into
using my nickname, but there really didn't seem to be any nasty undertone
to it when he used it.
"Hey Jumbo!" I said. "So tell me, how did your nickname come about?"
He grinned, kind of goofily. He wasn't one for being coy. "Why do you
think?"
I laughed.
He hesitated, and looked like he was trying to find the right words. "So,
err, Charlie showed me a pic of what you guys had been up to in the other
room" he said, suggetsively.
My heart skipped a beat. Charlie had promised me he wouldn't tell the
others. "Huh?" I said, dumbly, not being able to think of anything else.
"Don't sweat it man" Jumbo said, genuinely. "He won't show Rich or Dan.
That'd be weird right? Nah, its just I... oh man, Charlie said you give
awesome head and i've just been thinking all day how good it would feel.
Dude, i'm so fuckin ready to cream." he said shaking his head.
I didn't know what to say. He was a hot guy, but this was taking me
further into dangerous territory. I kind of thought I was getting a day
off worrying about all this stuff.
"So what do you say fag? You want to test out my nickname?"
"You're serious right?" I asked
He smiled, sensing I was on the verge of agreeing to it.
"Fuck yeah man. Listen, i'm gonna go to the bathrooms and go in the far
end cubicle. Finish that drink then follow me there". He disappeared off,
without waiting for me to answer.
Rich returned with a fresh drink. "Oh, sorry man, I didn't know you were
almost done" he said, seeing my now almost finished drink. "I'd have got
you another".
"It's cool" I said. "I need to go to the loo anyway. That curry from
earlier has caught me up. I'll head to the bar after. See you in a bit
man". Rich went back over to the others and started talking to the group,
so I knew I wouldn't be missed for a bit.
I went into the toilets and was relieved to see there was nobody else in
there, except for the last stall. It was slightly open, but with a foot
resting against it from the inside. I tried to push once, and felt the
foot holding it shut, then tried to push again, and this time he released
it, and let me in, realising it must be me. A big sex smile spread across
his face, as I squeezed into the cubicle and he shut and locked the door
behind me. Just being in this intimately tight space with a man who wanted
me to service him had already been made me totally hard.
Jumbo pointed to the loo, indicating for me to sit down on the closed
toilet lid, and I followed his instruction. He pulled off his top and hung
it on a hook on the cubicle door. His revealed torso was big and nicely
defined, with quite a bit of thick, lightly coloured hair. I could see he
was tenting already in his jeans. He grabbed the back of my head, and
pulled me straight in to his crotch, rubbing his dick across my face
through the jeans. My hands tentatively touched on his big legs, then
moved up to the top of his jeans.
He pushed me back, undid the buttons, and pulled the jeans and his pants
down just enough to get his big dick out. And it really was a fucking
jumbo dick. Probably 8 inches and a nice thickness. He guided me straight
onto it, and let me get to work. He kept at least one hand on the back of
my head all the way through, then sometimes had one hand on the end wall,
and just let his head fall back enjoying the service. He was relaxed and
his quiet moans told me he was liking it. After a few minutes of me doing
all the work to pleasure him, I could feel he was starting to get close,
and he started to get more assertive. I got both his hands firmly on the
back of my head, keeping me in place and he started taking control of how
fast and how deep his dick was going into me. I just let him own my mouth
and focused on keeping my throat open to avoid gagging, and keeping my
thick lips rubbing over his big dick, and my tongue lapping at it, as it
drove down my throat.
I could feel when he was close to cumming, by how much his cockhead had
grown in my mouth, and how rock solid his dick had become. On one
backstroke, right after a really deep thrust, he pulled it fully out,
grabbed it with his right hand, and then with his left hand grabbed me by
the hair on the back of my head, holding me in place right in front of and
slightly below the level of his massive dick. Three jerks with his right
hand, then a bolt of cum fired out landing right across my face. I shut my
eye to avoid getting jizz in it, but felt three or four more shots splatter
across my face and hair, before his orgasming body wound down to rest.
I wiped the cum from my eyes, and opened them to see him leaning against
the wall, eyes closed and enjoying the moment. Heopened his eyes, looked
up at me and grinned even wider than earlier.
I was looking uncomprehendingly at him. I thought he just wanted to come
down my throat. I couldn't believe he'd covered me in jizz when all the
guys were just outside. "What the fuck?" I whispered, gesturing to the
mess all over me.
He just shrugged, but didn't stop smiling. "Sorry fag, force of habit".
He didn't say it maliciously. I don't think there was any malice in him at
all. But like Charlie and Pete and Fowls, I guess he just felt the power
dynamic. He was an alpha guy, and right now I was his bitch.
"Look, you can clean your face, but then you sit here for ten minutes and
let the jizz dry in your hair, yeah? I love leaving my mark on my bitches.
Hate to see that hot man juice going to waste right fag?".
He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped clean the end of his dick,
then slapped the paper on the side of my face where it stuck to a thick
layer of his cum on my cheek. He tucked away his dick and slipped on his
t-shirt, then turned to me. "Awesome head fag. See you in ten yeah?. He
gave me a couple of light slap on the dry side of my face, then unlocked
the door and disappeared.
I hurried to close it after him. Thankfully no-one had come in mid
blowjob, but I definitely didn't want to risk anyone seeing me sitting in a
cubicle with a face full of cum. Especially not Dan or Rich. I wondered
whether I should do what he said and wait ten minutes to let his jizz dry
in my hair, or if I should clean it up. It felt kind of stupid just
sitting around so that I could let myself become marked territory. But I
also thought about what Charlie would tell me I should do in this
situation.
I started trying to clean off all the cum over my face with toilet paper,
and that seemed to take a few minutes. Then I heard the toilet door open
and a couple of familiar voices came in, Dan and Pete. They went to the
urinals and I heard them talking about some girl in the bar. I could hear
them only a couple of metres away. It felt weird knowing Dan was so close,
but that he had no idea his close friend, respected friend I guess, was
sitting right here, covered in jizz and marked as a cumslut.
By the time they'd gone, ten minutes was virtually up. I left the cubicle
and went over to the mirrors. I splashed some water on my face, but i'd
managed to do a good job getting rid of the cum on my face, so that was
fine. I felt my hair and there was one area where the cum had congealed
and stuck the hairs together. I messed around with it until it just looked
like part of my hair gel, then went back out to the group and tried to act
completely normal. Another drink in and I felt fine again.
I don't think anyone in the group noticed the cum, but I guess that Jumbo
told Charlie about it, as later in the evening Charlie made some comment in
front of the group about how my hair always looks cool, and asking me what
product I use.
By about 10 o clock we were probably on about our 10th bar and everyone was
way drunk. Dan, who was always one of the last standing on a night out was
getting the orders in. He went round the table asking if everyone wanted
one, which everyone was inevitably going to say yes to. "Rich? yeah?
Charlie? yeah? Fowls? yeah? Jumbo? yeah? Fag? yeah?"
It was the first time he'd called me it. For everyone else the night
carried on completely as it was. But for me, time slowed down massively
for a moment. It felt strange, and suddenly more real to hear him call me
it. But after another drink I shook it off. It was only a nickname.
Madison
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