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Jake caught me between classes at school and asked if I was "up for driving around" Friday night. Of course, I agreed. I love driving to a remote spot and sucking his fantastic cock until he feeds me his ejaculation.
Then he ducked out of class and phoned my mother.
Jake knew that my mother desperately wanted to keep him away from me. She hoped to prevent me from going totally gay; she hoped to keep me interested in pussy. In desperation, she had even given herself to me, although so far only for blowjobs and handjobs.
Jake knew that my mother had watched a video of the marathon gay sex encounter he and I had. She begged him to leave me alone and even gave Jake her ass cherry in exchange. Tough luck for my Mom, because Jake wanted both of us. Jake's plan was to spend the foreseeable future plundering both of our assholes. His plan was working so far: I wouldn't, and my mother seemingly couldn't, keep his dick out of our bottoms.
So Friday afternoon Jake told Mom on the phone that he'd take me out that night, and there was nothing she could do about it. Jake told her to "think of it as a date. I'll bet your sissy boy hasn't gone out on many dates, has he, Mrs. T? This can be Donny's first date. I won't be bringing a bouquet, but you'll invite me in, welcome me to your home, and send him off with his boyfriend with a smile and a wave goodbye. Got it?"
She got it.
When I mentioned at dinner Friday night that I'd be going out with Jake, my mother acted pleased. "It's good that you get out, Don. A young guy your age ought to go out on weekends. Maybe you'll meet someone special." I was kind of baffled because my parents had never expressed any interest before in who I was friends with.
Underneath her act, Mom hated my being friends with Jake, but she never told me why - that she knew I was his go-to cum rag. Mom just couldn't bring herself to tell me she'd watched Jake use my mouth and ass three weeks before. Neither could she tell me that Jake was extorting sex from her. Jake was using the both of us, but she was the only one with the whole picture. I knew all about Jake's relationship with me, of course, but knew nothing about his with her. And my poor sissy Dad didn't have a clue what either of us were up to. Or who was up us.
Maybe if she had made a different choice, maybe if she had confronted me about becoming so submissive to Jake, things would have turned out differently. But she didn't. Instead, she acted happy Jake was taking me out, and everything that happened that weekend was her fault.
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But I don't want to get ahead of myself. It's Friday night, and Jake is coming to take me for a ride in his car. As I said before, I always acted as if I was his wingman, one of two guys out looking for girls. But any objective observer could have told me I was his date, his gay date. The only scoring Jake would do tonight would be inside me. And I'd love it.
He came by to pick me up and, unusually, he parked and came into our house. Even though I was ready to go, he sat down and asked my Mom if he could have a soda or a glass of water.
Mom knew what Jake was doing, but I was oblivious. Jake was going to torment my Mom by treating me like a girl he was dating, coming inside to fetch her, chatting pleasantly with her parents, just to infuriate my mother. Dad had no idea there was any drama at all, and didn't pick up on the slightly bizarre dialogue.
"We won't be out too late, Mrs. T. I promise I'll bring Don home before curfew. Do you guys have a curfew, or can Donny and I stay out as late as we want?" She noticed the "Donny" and worried that Jake was trying too hard to be clever.
Mom tried her hand at the double entendre game. "Oh, that's OK Jake, we know you're a responsible young man. If you're old enough to vote, I guess we can trust you with Donny. You two kids run along and have a nice date, OK?" Mom then actually saw us to the door.
Smartass Jake got the last dig in when he opened the door, put his arm around my waist, hugged me close, marched both of us through the doorway, and said: "Come on, Donna, Mommy says we should have fun tonight."
I was shocked that he used my girlfriend name and hoped Mom wouldn't catch it. She did hear him though, and as the door closed she stood there for a moment. She was trying to decide whether she was angry or kind of turned on by the realization that she had just handed her panty-loving son over to his gay lover.
One thing she didn't know was that I was, in fact, wearing my panties on our date. The silky red pair she gave me last week after masturbating me to climax inside them in her clenched hand. Tonight was going to be the first night I showed Jake my panties. I hoped he liked them. I had already decided that on our next date I'd try to wear one of Mom's brassieres under my sweatshirt in addition to panties.
Everything went normally until we got to the burger place about 20 minutes later. As we got ready to get back into the car, Jake invited his friend Marlow to ride along with us. Except for when Jake's cousin had been a houseguest at the holidays, we'd never had a third person along with us when we drove around.
Marlow played on the Intramural basketball team with Jake. Varsity or Junior Varsity sports teams competed for our school against other schools. The level of athleticism was pretty advanced. The IM athletes, on the other hand, only formed teams to play other IM teams in our school. Marlow and Jake were athletic, but not quite jocks.
As we pulled away, I turned around in my seat to talk to Marlow. I didn't know the guy very well; unlike Jake, I wasn't at all interested in sports. Marlow was African-American, and he hung out in a different social group than I did at the school. Jake, because he was on some teams, had many black friends and acquaintances, but I didn't get the chance very often. Naturally, they talked about their team and little else, so as we drove I was still a bit left out.
I became even less talkative when I realized Jake was now driving us towards the spot we always parked. Jake had given me no warning that he wanted Marlow to join us, and I had no idea what Marlow was expecting until we reached our spot. Jake put the car into park, shut off the engine, and spoke to Marlow.
"Mar, why don't you get out and walk around outside for a few minutes? I need to talk to Donny about something really private. You don't mind, Buddy, do you?"
Marlow was halfway out the door before Jake finished. I could tell they'd planned this sometime earlier. He walked into the trees and out of sight. Of course, black as he was, he didn't have to go far to disappear.
"Jake? What the fuck, man?"
"It's cool, Don. Marlow's gonna give us some privacy. I asked him to leave us alone for fifteen minutes. Just pretend he's not here." Even as he was saying that he was opening his belt and lowering his zipper. In a few seconds, his pants and boxers were at his ankles, and that large dick I loved so much was pointed at me. I stared at it as Jake slowly moved it, hypnotizing me as he mumbled "We need some time with each other, Donny. It's been such a long week. My cock misses you so much. I gotta dump a load tonight or my balls will explode."
I stared at the precum at the tip and felt a craving that I couldn't really control.
"Tell me you didn't miss this all week, Donna. I missed my girlfriend so much, Donna, so much. Give your boyfriend a little kiss, a few little sucks for your big man."
I thought it would be OK if I just licked the precum from the tip a little, but then I put that magic glans in my mouth and pursed my lips behind the head. Holding just the tip of Jake's erection in my tight lips, I nursed and suckled before allowing the whole cockshaft into my mouth.
I was done for. I wouldn't stop now until I'd been fed Jake's cumload. Three or four minutes later I looked up at the window and saw Marlow's face almost pressed against the glass. I spluttered and started to pull up, but Jake held my head firmly.
It's OK, baby girl, Marlow just wanted to meet my girlfriend. I told him all about you and he wanted so bad to meet you himself. He didn't believe I had a girl to love me like you do. Just keep feeding, baby girl. I'm so close. Marlow will wait until you're finished."