A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 6 ]

Time With Friends and Teachers

Waking up in another’s bed is always an occupational hazard, so to speak, but I’ve gotten used to waking up in Randy’s bed. I was now lying on my side, facing out, and Randy was “spooned” up behind me with his cock buried between my buttcheeks. This was becoming more and more the norm when I slept at the Potters’ house.

I hit the alarm and cleared the sleep junk from my eyes. Randy, Mickey, and Red were still snoring loudly, a clear sign that they didn’t get disturbed by the noise. I eased myself out of Randy’s “spooned” body and made my way to the bathroom for the morning piss.

When I walked in, Roger was taking a shower. I looked at my backside in the foggy mirror before sitting down at the toilet. The damage seemed to be disappearing. There were only a few bruises left over. The ointment had done its job well. I guessed by tomorrow all of the marks will be gone.

I took my leak and exited, leaving Roger to his shower and the others to their snoozes. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen where Amy was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. She looked up when she saw me walk inside.

“Hungry, Scott?” She asked.

Finally, someone calls me by my real name.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said and sat down gingerly at the table. She poured some cereal into a bowl for me and poured in the milk afterwards.

“Your bruises are looking better,” she commented. I nodded with a mouth full of Honeycombs and milk. She returned to her paper while I ate the rest of the bowl in silence. I put the bowl in the sink when I was finished then rejoined her at the table. I read the comics, but that didn’t take too long. I noticed while she was sitting there, she kept stealing glances at me.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Scott?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m fine. It’s all part of the job.”

“Well, I know that, but you did go through an awful lot of pain Friday night.”

“Thank you, Amy. But I’m fine; really,” I said with a slight smile. I really did feel fine about what had happened that night.

Due to her concern, I felt like I owed her something for all the times she had taken care of us houseboys. I looked under the table as she sat with the newspaper, and noticed that under her house robe, she was not wearing any underwear. When I looked back up, she was reading more intensely at a particular section. This was my chance.

I told you before that I knew how to please both men and women. Who do you think taught me how to please the women?

I eased myself down from the chair and under the table. I slinked over to kneel between her legs. When I licked up her leg, she jumped in her chair.

“Scotty, come out of there,” she said, but I could tell she wasn’t that serious.

Time to turn up the heat.

She started giggling as I continued to lick her inner thigh. Her hand pushed my head away, but it wasn’t with her full strength. She knew how well I had paid attention during her lessons.

What really made her jump was when my tongue made contact with her outer labia. She stopped all pretense of resistance then. Her legs opened wider and she slipped down in the chair a bit further. I pushed my way forward towards my goal and she gasped when I hit pay dirt. Her legs were now wide open and she was accepting the tongue-lashing I was giving her pussy.

My tongue found its way between the two outer folds of skin (thankfully she shaved her pussy bald) and hit the inner layers of her sex. As her folds parted, I could taste male cum; apparently Dan had had a good morning also. When I hit her clit, she lost all interest in the Sunday paper. Within mere minutes, I had her pounding the table in the throws of an orgasm. She was one of those gusher types of women that shoot out the juice. My face felt like it had been dunked in sugar water with the mixture of male and female jizm.

“Was that good for you?” A voice came from the doorway.

I swung my head around to see Dan standing there in his boxers. I climbed out from under the table to face him.

“Finger-lickin’ good, Dan,” I said with a satisfied smile on my face. I hadn’t heard him laugh that hard in a long while. It was good to hear. Amy, meanwhile, was still recovering from her euphoric state.

“Damn, you’re good, kid,” she said finally.

“I was taught by the best, ma’am,” I replied and walked out of the room.

When I got back upstairs, the other guys were still asleep, so I let them alone. I walked in the bathroom to shower, and Roger was still in there. I didn’t want to wait any longer for a shower. It had been too long and I smelled like a cheap whore (not the expensive one that I was).

“Mind if I shower with you, Rog?”

“No, come on in,” he said and parted the curtain for me. “What was going on downstairs? It sounded like Mom was having an orgasm or something.”

I just smiled to myself. I grabbed a washcloth and started to clean off the dirt that had accumulated over the past two days. When I couldn’t reach a certain spot, Roger grabbed the cloth and scrubbed it for me; I did the same for him.

At one point he bent over to wash the shampoo out of his hair and I grabbed his little cock and started wanking it. He moaned his appreciation and moved his butt backwards into me.

You see, Roger was a lot like Randy and me; he didn’t mind things going up his asshole, as long as it wasn’t too big that it hurt. I slipped my small boner inside his well-laid ass. As I fucked the kid, he cooed at having his own cock stroked. We came at the same time with only mild orgasms, but pleasant ones.

“Okay, guys, get out of the shower before you waste all the hot water,” Dan said to us from the doorway. We almost slipped and fell from being startled by him. We did finish the shower quickly, though.

The other guys were up by the time Roger and I had finished our shower, and they had theirs, but with very little hot water, thanks to me, Dan, and Roger. After all of us were dressed, we made our way outside to play. Mickey, Red, Randy, Roger and I went around the neighborhood to try and see how much trouble we could get ourselves into.

Just after noon, we made our way back for lunch, and then back out again. About an hour after lunch, we saw Trish walking up the sidewalk. The other three had not been told about Trish and Carry being there on Friday night. Only Randy and I knew about what had happened or that Trish was in our line of work.

“Hey, Trish,” Red called out to her. She looked up and saw the five of us. I thought she looked like she was about to bolt for a second. Randy and I just looked at each other.

“How’s it goin’?” Mickey asked her.

She only shrugged her shoulders, trying not to look at me or Randy. Her face had turned a little pinker as well.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Usually, you don’t stop talking. What gives?” Red was being persistent with his questions. I don’t blame him. He was right, though; usually we can’t get her to shut up. This time she answered, though.

“Oh, fuck off, James,” she retorted, and she meant it.

“Who’s James? The name’s Red; you know that. What’s eating you?”

“Look, uh, Red,” I began, “let’s leave her alone, okay? She obviously doesn’t want to talk.”

Trish looked at me then, but not in an angry way. The look was hard to place. If I had to give it a name, I’d have to call it confusion.

“Fine; whatever,” Red shot back. “Come on, guys, let’s leave the bitch alone if that’s what she wants.” This was unusual for Red as well. Normally he would be concerned and almost never called a girl a “bitch”.

Trish didn’t seem concerned by the comment, and as the three of them walked away, she mouthed the words, “thank you” to me and Randy. I mouthed back, “tomorrow”. She nodded, and we went our separate ways for the time being. She’ll be in school the next day, and we would get a chance to talk then.

“Come on, guys, let’s go if we’re gonna go,” Red called back to us. Randy and I went to rejoin the others.

The five of us walked and talked for another half an hour or so until we ran into Jake, the last of our little group of houseboys. We saluted each other and walked on talking about our weekend so far.

When we got to the set of small woods at the edge of the subdivision, we went inside as we normally do. We sat down and talked about the clients we had to deal with over the last two nights, and Randy and I told him about Friday night at the college. He was just as appalled as the rest of us at what happened.

After discussing it in full length, Red popped up with the idea that always comes to us eventually. Tie someone to a tree. This time the lot fell on Mickey. Following a mild complaint, he stripped off his clothes and reached around to hug the tree behind him. We used the strings of his shoes to tie his hands together as tight as possible. Within minutes he was rubbing his crotch against the rough bark of the tree. As suspected, he was sporting a hard-on immediately. Getting tied up always had that effect on him and the rougher, the better.

When we had his hands tied around the trunk of the tree, we tied his ankles to two roots that had raised themselves above the ground. The roots were in opposite directions and we forced his legs wide open by tying his ankles to them. He was still using his pelvis to try and achieve an orgasm. To help him along, I took his shoe and swatted his fat ass with the sole. Randy took up the other one on his left buttcheek. We swatted the hell out of his ass. He was screaming for more as each shoe landed on his soft backside.

During the swatting, I had a flash of Rudy, but I quickly shoved it out of my mind. I saw Randy have a similar flash as he hesitated once also, but did continue with the fun.

We didn’t realize we were making so much noise until a police officer barged through the bushes and shocked the living shit out of us.

“What the hell is going on here?” He demanded of us. We were so stunned that we just stood there looking at him with out mouths wide open like idiots.

“I asked you a question,” he stated when we didn’t answer.

“P-please, Sir; he likes it,” Randy offered to him. I think he was more scared about what our little club was about than anything else the cop represented.

“What do you mean he likes it?”

“He likes getting spanked, Sir,” Randy clarified to him.

“Do what?” He turned his attentions toward Mickey. “Is this true, son?”

Mickey flushed red at being caught, with his pants down, so to speak, but nodded. The cop was stunned silent for a few seconds, but recovered quickly.

“Just what do you like about getting hit on your ass?”

Mickey shrugged then told him that it made him feel good. He knew enough not to say, “cum”, or “orgasm”. Saying those words would definitely tell the cop something. But I was getting the feeling that from the demeanor of the cop, we were not in trouble any longer. In fact, a bulge was rising in the crotch of the cop’s pants.

When I saw the bulge, I elbowed Randy and nodded in the direction of the cop’s crotch. He smiled at that same knowledge. The cop looked around as if to ask if he was on Candid Camera, or something. We shrugged as he looked at each of us in turn.

“So, you like some pain, huh?” He asked. But it was more of a statement than a question. Mickey nodded, slightly. With that, the cop, Officer Johansen, took out his nightstick and lined it up with Mickey’s asscheeks. He pulled the stick back and brought it down on his fat ass. The swing wasn’t too hard, but it did get Mickey’s attention better. He ground his crotch into the bark of the tree even harder. What really gave it away to the officer was the groan Mickey made.

Officer Johansen smiled then swung the stick a little harder into Mickey’s cubby butt. After another three swings, the officer decided that was enough and placed the tip of the nightstick at Mickey’s rear entrance. He looked to Randy as if for confirmation and Randy nodded his approval. The cop shoved the stick inside Mickey’s ass with a ferocious shove.

Mickey swallowed a scream that was just begging to get out. Officer Johansen was impressed with Mickey’s ability to handle the pain. He pulled the stick out and unbuttoned his fly. And with the other five of us watching, shoved his nine inch prick up my friend’s well-fucked asshole.

I saw Mickey move his ass back into Officer Johansen’s crotch as the elongated digit invaded his innards. I noticed his own member was stiff as a board. It was a little raw from rubbing against the tree bark, but it was just as stiff as it could be. Mickey always did enjoy a large cock up his ass and to be fucked as hard as possible. Officer Johansen was giving Mickey what he liked most.

The officer tore into him like a starving man tears into a steak. Within mere moments after the initial invasion, Officer Johansen tightened up and released his sperm deep inside my friend’s backside. When he came down from his euphoric high, he realized what he had done, and the look on his face was priceless.

I had to smile at his terror filled face. He started scrambling around for the belt to his pants and pulled them up with a swift jerk.

“Um… Officer Johansen,” Randy started, “if you’re worried about getting into trouble; don’t. We won’t say a word to anyone.”

He eased up a bit with those words, but he still had a look in his eyes like he was headed for death row. Randy talked him down some more before telling him that all six of us engaged in the same type of behavior. That shocked him.

“All of you?” He asked stunned. Each of us nodded.

“For a price,” Randy added with a smile.

“Now I get it,” he answered. “How much for this little endeavor?”

“Normally, it would be a hundred for an hour, but…” he looked at Officer Johansen and shrugged. “Since you’ve had your fun already, there’s no sense in charging you, is there?”

He smiled and shrugged back. “No, I guess not. Hope to see you around, boys. Have fun,” he said then went to his car and drove away.

“Why do I get the feeling that that wasn’t the last time we’re going to see Officer Johansen?” I snidely asked Randy. He snickered and we turned our attentions back to Mickey. Jizm was running down his legs and his asscheeks were red as turnips, but he had a smile on his face. His prick was flaccid after cumming when Officer Johansen did, so we went ahead and untied him from the tree.

Mickey redressed and we left the area smiling to ourselves. I remember walking and talking about each of our clients in turn, just happy not being at work. You see, at this point, I had made a considerable amount of money over the past six months. If you averaged it out to just about twenty clients per weekend, or twenty hours worked, you get about fifteen hundred per weekend. For six months of work, I had just under forty thousand dollars saved up. Not bad for a ten-year-old.

To be honest, I had begun to enjoy the work. Getting a dick up your ass puts the world into a whole different perspective. I even enjoyed the rougher clients. They usually tipped better. The college assholes were an exception to the rule.

We spent the rest of the day walking and chatting until it was time to work. The six of us made our way back to the Potter’s house to be distributed out to our clients. I remember that evening as if it happened yesterday.

Dan dropped each of us off to the houses and I was last to be let off. He parked outside a hotel. I was told to go into a room 216. Dan told me not to talk once I entered. I nodded. This wasn’t too odd; a lot of my clients didn’t care for talking, just fucking.

I did as I was told, and without too much trouble I was standing outside the appropriate room number. I knocked and the door opened. I walked in to a totally dark room. A hand went over my mouth and I was pushed to the bed. With one hand he pushed the door closed on the way over to the bed. I was shoved down to my knees and bent over the edge of the bed. He used one hand to hold my face into the mattress by keeping it at the back of my neck; something I’ve always hated, but have learned to tolerate. I hate anyone touching my neck.

With my face in the mattress, he used his other hand to violently jerk my shirt up and over my head. While still holding my face down, he unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down my legs. My trainers and socks were torn off my feet then the last remnant of my clothes was removed just as harshly. Once I was completely naked, he spoke for the first time.

“You’re gonna feel real good, boy,” he hissed in my ear.

Wait a fucking minute, I know that voice...

“Just wait till I get my cock up that tight ass of yours. You’re gonna scream like hell.”

I felt his precum dripping at the top of the crack of my ass, and I could tell that he had been waiting for me for some time. Before I could do or say anything, he moved his free hand down to his cock and lined it up to my asshole. Without preamble, he slid the whole thing inside me in one thrust. I let out a long groan as I felt his cock slam home. He must have been at least ten inches long and about as wide as my wrist. Of course I had had a cock up my ass that was that big before, but I was still sore from Friday night.

He seemed to enjoy my pain and discomfort immensely. He even giggled a little.

I felt him withdraw some of his cock and slide it back inside. Now the reaming began. It didn’t take long before that cock of his was slamming into me at top velocity. He still held my face down to the bed by the back of my neck, but his other hand was holding onto my waist as he fucked the shit out of me.

I wiggled around to try and get a more comfortable position, but having a telephone pole shoved up my ass meant that it wasn’t going to happen. I tried to go to my “other world” in my mind, but I couldn’t get the familiarity of his voice out of my head. He continued to pummel my backside without mercy as I struggled with my internal problem.

Within a couple of strokes, he made a guttural lunge and sent his sperm flying inside me. As he calmed down from the strength of his orgasm, he slipped his cock out of my asshole and walked over to the light and flipped it on. I turned to confirm who I was with and I saw my history teacher, Mr. Flint, walking back to the hotel room’s bath. I didn’t know if I was able to move or not, so, as I was taught, I just laid there with his jizm running down my legs.

I heard him rinse himself off in the bathroom and return to the beds. That was when he saw my face. The look on his face was priceless. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person go that white that fast before. I almost laughed at his reaction, but held it back.

“May I get washed up, Sir?” I asked him. He only nodded. I got up and walked past him to the bathroom. When I was finished in there, he still hadn’t moved an inch. The truth about what had just happened was still working its way through his brain.

“You okay, Mr. Flint?” I asked him as I sat back down on the bed, still nude. It was a strange kind of quiet in the room; almost as if we were waiting for a bomb to go off or something.

He nodded his answer, but didn’t talk. He finally moved and walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. I smiled, trying to reassure him that this would stay private, of course. He didn’t return the smile.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Flint,” I said, “I won’t say anything to anyone. I would have a hard time explaining everything, you know.” He didn’t comment.

I needed to make him know that what had just happened would stay in this room between the two of us. I reached over and cupped his balls in my left hand. His cock began to grow in spite of him being in some sort of shock. With my right hand, I reached over and began to stroke the tool that had just penetrated my large intestines. He moved his hands to block my movements, but I would have none of that. I moved his hand away with a small swat.

“Don’t...,” he said, but didn’t finish, as I swung down and swallowed half of his overly large cock down my throat. From that time on, I had him. I slipped his prick out and took a breath and slid it back inside, but this time all the way to the hilt. My nose hit his pubic hair, and I felt his cock down my gullet. There wasn’t any more of him to take inside me. He began to thrust his hips back and forth, causing the head of his cock to slip in and out of my esophagus. By this time I had trained myself not to gag, of course, and to breathe when possible to allow maximum amount of time to have him inside my tube.

Even though he had just cum, it didn’t take my skilled mouth long before he made a final thrust and deposited a sum of jizm down my gullet. Pulling his cock out, he looked down at me with a look of wonderment. I smiled back up at him.

“I told you, Sir; it’s okay,” I smiled again. He seemed to lighten up a bit.

“How long have you been doing this, Scotty?”

“’Bout six months or so,” I answered him back. Of course, what he didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only teacher at the school that had fucked me. My math teacher, Mr. Martin also had taken his liberties with me (more on that later).

As we continued to talk, I noticed that he was getting hard again. I glanced down at my watch and saw that we still had another twenty minutes or so to go before the hour was up. I pointed those two facts out to him and he smiled again.

All I did was lay back on the bed we were sitting on, turned over and spread my legs. He took the invitation. He was on top of me in mere seconds, driving his rehardened cock up my ass for a second time. He didn’t take me as hard as he did before, and I wanted him to know that it was okay.

“Harder, Sir,” I told him. He shoved his overly large cock in harder, but still not as hard as the first time. “Harder, Mr. Flint,” I repeated. He gave a really violent shove, causing air to escape out of my lungs, sounding like a “huh”. That was what I was wanting from him, and he didn’t let up. “Harder,” I said just as his cock slammed into me again. The next one forced me to grab the other side of the bed to prevent me from sliding off the mattress. He took me at my word then and got even rougher.

I was experienced enough now to know what my clients want after just a few seconds of meeting them. Some men want a cute innocent boy to play with; some even will suck my cock to orgasm. Some others want a whipping toy. The last category are those who work with and around children who are frustrated enough and want to fuck the shit out of some kid. Mr. Flint and Mr. Martin fall into that category, as well as my principal, Mr. Tyson.

Anyway, he fucked me like a man who had been on a deserted island for decades. I continue to hold onto the bed covers for dear life, waiting for him to finish again. I stayed alert the entire time so that I could move as he wanted me to, but at this point it didn’t matter to him if I were a warm corpse. His thrusts were so hard and violent, that by the time he was finished with me, I wasn’t going to be able to sit down for a week without squirming. Of course the beating I took from the college assholes didn’t help matters either.

At one point, he reached up and grabbed my hands. He pulled them behind my back and used them to keep me where he wanted me. His thrusts were nearing the animalistic point after only a few more minutes. He got into it and into it quickly.

Mr. Flint took several more thrusts to cum, but it wasn’t very much after having cum twice earlier. He released my arms and fell onto my back. We laid like that for a minute or so until I heard a knock at the door; Dan was here to pick me up for the night.