Anyway, I’ve always known I was gay, it wasn’t even a question for me, but I didn’t always know that I was such a total bottom slut. I didn’t find that out until this past year. Here’s the deal: I’m really great at math, good enough that I’m in the Senior honors math class even though I’m only a sophomore. That’s where I first saw him: Michael Thompson. He’s a god of a guy – Six foot two, totally ripped, size twelve feet (!!!), and such a cocky attitude. He has this amazing wavy brown hair, and the most gorgeous brown eyes I’ve ever seen.

Admittedly he does have sort of a B.O. issue, I think because he’s always working out before school and never bothers to shower afterwards, but he’s just so fucking hot that nobody really seems to care. Anyway, I tried to keep a low profile in math. I tried not to draw attention to myself. The last time there was a gay kid at our school and word got out, Mike and his posse beat him up so bad he was in the hospital for a month. I guess you could say I come from a pretty conservative town. But throughout the year I started to notice Mike staring at me out of the corner of my eye. “Fuck,” I thought, “is he onto me or something?” I was freaking out.

The last thing I needed was to be massacred by Michael Thompson. This went on for a couple months, and honestly I was scared shitless. I guess this happened around December, right before winter break. I was in my room, just watching some porn and jacking off, and I got a text from a number I didn’t know.

Unknown #: Is this Jacob Bivens?

Me: Depends on who this is.

Unknown #: Fucking tell me so I know I’m not talking to a fucking deprived loser.

At this point I was a little scared, so I figured I’d just say yes.

Unknown #: Good. This is Michael.

Me: From math?

Unknown #: Yeah, fag. From math.

Shit. He called me a fag. Was he just using it as an insult or did he know the truth?

Unknown #: Here’s the deal. You’re gonna come over to my house within the next fifteen minutes. If you don’t show I will fucking end you.

It was too risky to not go. I didn’t want him telling the whole school I was a fag.

Me: Okay. Where do you live?

Unknown #: Figure it out faggot.

I was so scared my legs were shaking, but it was better to get it over with now than wait. I grabbed my coat, checked the school directory for his address, made up some bullshit excuse for my mom and hopped in the car. I was there in five minutes. I took a deep breath, got out of the car, and knocked on his door. He opened it and I could smell him right away, he must have just worked out because there was still a glaze of sweat on his body. He looked so hot, I already started to get a little bit of a boner.

“Get in here faggot,” he demanded. I began to take a step, but before I could he grabbed me by my hair and threw me down on the ground of his house. “Now crawl to the couch bitch.”

“What the fuck man?” I began to ask, but before I could finish he kicked me right in the stomach and winded me. It hurt so fucking badly.

“Now you can either do what I say, or I could beat you like I did to that other queer. Your choice. Now crawl.” So I did what he said. What choice did I have? I crawled over to the couch, and took a seat on the rug in front of it. He disappeared for a second before he came back with a beer and took a seat right in front of me. He didn’t say anything for a second while he opened his beer and took a sip. Then he looked down at me and laughed.

“You little faggots are all alike. So fucking submissive. Here’s the deal: I know you’re gay, I can always tell. But I’m willing to work something out with you.”

“And what would that be?”

“Did I fucking say you could speak?” He slapped me so hard I started to tear up.

“In return for me not telling anybody about how you’re one of those cocksuckers, you’re gonna do whatever I tell you to do. You’re gonna be my little slave. How does that sound?” I didn’t say anything for fear of being slapped again, so I just nodded.

“Good,” he said. “Your first job is gonna be to clean my feet off. I guess you’ve probably noticed by now that I have a pretty strong manscent going on. Well let me tell you, it’s nothing compared to how bad my feet reek. You’re gonna take my shoes off, one at a time, and spend a good couple of minutes sniffing them. Now get to work.”

I did what he said. I took each shoe off, and he wasn’t kidding about how bad they smelled. I nearly gagged when I took the first one off. It was as if he had been wearing the same pair of socks for weeks. But I guess I must have liked it on some level because my boner began to grow. I was pretty much hard by this point

“How do you like the stench bitch?” He must have noticed.

“I like it a lot sir.”

“Yeah, I can tell. That boner of yours doesn’t lie. I’m no fag, but it always turns me on watching someone get off on serving me.” At this point I noticed the massive bulge in his crotch that he began to stroke. “If you’re a good little faggot maybe you’ll get to suck on this cock of mine. Now take my socks off and start worshipping my feet.”

I wasn’t too far off with how long he’d been wearing his socks. When I took them off I noticed that they should have been white, but had those yellow sweat stains on the bottoms, and they were so damp I probably could have wrung them out. Before I could even start doing anything he pushed his toes into my mouth and started laughing.

“That’s it faggot, suck on them. Make sure to clean those feet up real good. Get all that shit that’s in between my toes.” I started to gag a little again as I was licking between his toes, but my cock was rock hard, throbbing, and probably oozing a little precum. As I was working on his big toe I smelled something else. It wasn’t the same kind of foot sweat that I was used to smelling, so I looked up and sure enough his cock and balls were out. My jaw literally dropped when I saw how big his dick was, it must have been nine inches.

He took the opportunity to pick up one of his socks and shove it into my mouth. It was salty and moist. He then ordered me to sit on the floor with my back against the couch, with my head leaning back on the cushion so I was looking at the ceiling. Before I realized what he was doing he pulled his shorts and underpants down and took a seat on my face so my nose was pushed up into his crack. I was scared to breathe but I could only last for 30 seconds because of the sock in my mouth. When I finally breathed in and smelled how foul his ass was I started to gag hardcore.

“How do you like my ass bitch? You like how it smells?” He was laughing again. He obviously loved to humiliate me. This went on for ten minutes and when he finally stood up he looked down at me and said, “Well I guess I know why they call it brown nosing now.” He took the sock out of my mouth, which was now totally soaked through with saliva and sweat. He wrung it out over my face.

“I think you’re finally ready to suck this dick.” And with that he pulled me up so I was kneeling on the ground, forcibly opened my mouth and face fucked me harder than I could ever have imagined. I didn’t know what deep throating meant until Michael got his cock inside my mouth. Tears were streaming down my face. My only relief from his dick ramming my throat was when he told me to suck on his balls. I sucked him for at least 20 minutes, until finally he told me was gonna cum soon. He ordered me to lie on my back on the ground, and he positioned himself above me so his cock was dangling over my mouth, as if he was gonna do a push up or something. But he just told me to open wide, and so I did. He pressed his whole body weight down on me so his naval was on my forehead, and he started going at my mouth as if it was a pussy or something. I couldn’t breathe, I thought I was gonna pass out, but finally he came.

I felt ropes and ropes of semen pouring out of his dick, down my throat. He slowed down a little and just stayed in my mouth, panting. He pulled out so his cock and balls were dangling above my mouth again and he let a few last drops of cum fall onto my face. Then to my horror he started to piss right into my mouth. I tried to move but he pinned me down and first each drop down my throat.

He got up and looked down at me, with an evil smirk across his face. He gave me another hard kick in the side that winded me. He laughed and said, “I think this is gonna work out great. I’ll see you around the same time tomorrow night. And get ready because I don’t plan on showering.”