Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context.
DUSTY
I'm having a major feeling of deja vu because I'm sitting in that same spot as a week ago and slapping my salami like a maniac, same as last time. One key difference: I'm not even pretending to think about Misty this time. I was in a huge panic to get out of there and I didn't have time to think about much of anything except how to swim as fast as I possibly could, and by the time I got to this spot the need to relieve my pent-up lust was too strong to ignore and I needed immediate relief. This time I was in such a hurry to free my dick to jack off that I pulled my trunks down to my knees so that now I feel the rough stones and twigs and plants and shit on the ground under my bare ass as I'm reliving that intense scene that happened just minutes earlier. Swimming has washed all the piss off my face and all, but I still have that aftertaste in my mouth and I can still see him as clear as day, see that kid's dick waving in my face, then his piss covering me like the warmest summer shower, the smell, the feel, the taste of it, the incredibly intense feeling of life in it, the amazing, overpoweringly intense flavor of it, the delicious aftertaste still on my tongue...
It takes only a few more up and down strokes of my hand and then I'm erupting like a volcano. Spurt after spurt of a week's worth of teenage boy's red hot cum spews everywhere like a geyser, like an earthquake, like every natural disaster you could think of, and this time, I'm still so horny out of my mind that I scoop up a big thick wad of my cum on my index finger and lick it with the flat of my tongue so I can get the full taste of it like it's a fingerful of fucking cream cheese frosting off of a fucking Red Velvet cake and then I stuff my whole finger in my mouth and swallow it down, the burst of bitter acidity and sweetness mingling with the taste of that piss and it's so fucking hot that I find myself licking my finger like I've just been eating a bucket of fried chicken, giving it a couple of hard sucks at first and then once I've got the cum down in me slowly working my finger in and out of my mouth a couple more times like it's a damn lollipop, sucking and licking it completely clean, finding every last particle of cum with my tongue until I gradually slow and finally stop.
And once again I'm left realizing what I just did and feeling like the biggest freak in the world as my brain catches up to the fucking atrocities my body has committed, like fucking Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Delicious aftertaste?? What the fuck!!
What the fuck. That's what the fag said, and boy, he had it exactly right. What the fuck.
My overwhelming horniness has been satisfied and the initial shock of my temporary insanity with that piss experience has worn off enough that the reality of the bigger situation finally really sets in, hard and sudden, and now, finally, now my brain is able to think and is recoiling in absolute horror at everything that has happened. I'm astounded that I could have ignored the ugly truth for this long, but hey, in my defense a lot has happened and my brain is all over the place. What the fuck have I done. What the fuck! Not only did that kid see me going fucking crazy for his piss and saw me with my hard-on when I ran off, but the worst part by far is that he has the whole fucking thing on video!!
I resolutely and completely ignore everything else that happened and focus on the main issue, which is what the fuck is he going to do with that video? Boy, that thought sobers me up real quick I can tell you that, makes my dick shrivel up so small it's practically curled up inside my body. My body's flight response is kicking in again hard, and I pull up my trunks quickly and start moving at a rapid pace even though I don't have any plans whatsoever. I swim back to get my crap and throw my clothes on, get back to the parking lot and throw the rest of my stuff in my truck, but I don't feel like driving so I just walk, I'm almost running, without even seeing which direction I'm headed in.
If I were him I know what I'd do. I'd post that video online as quick as I could and just sit back and enjoy the fireworks. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! This is going to ruin my life. I'm completely fucked. My life is over. My life is fucking over. I should have grabbed the knife from him. I should have slit that fag's throat, stabbed him in the fucking chest! But he's in the video too, right? No, he could edit himself out. Maybe he was bluffing. Maybe he never actually had a video recorder going in the first place? Maybe the video didn't turn out right. Maybe he'll drop his phone and it'll break. Maybe the whole world will get hit by a fucking meteor and we'll all go extinct like the fucking dinosaurs... I realize I'm clutching at straws, and my pace gets slower and slower and slower as I feel the walls of the world closing in on me.
