I No Longer Remember Her Name...

"The scene was once again the underground parking lot. I was waiting by the door when they came through it. As soon as the cheerleader saw me, she smiled that smug, patronizing smile as she obviously remembered the way she and her girlfriends called me a 'fag' and I meekly accepted their ridicule without comment. She grabbed the stud by the arm, whispered in his ear, and he turned to look at me, wearing the same smug, patronizing smile that a real man and a real woman naturally assume when observing someone they have decided is a fairy.

The stud approached me, and as he did so his cheerleader girlfriend smiled an amused, excited, and surprised smile. She was clearly anticipating some fun. I, on the other hand, was anxiously fearing further humiliation. As the stud came closer, I instinctively cast my eyes downward, avoiding his intimidating gaze. It was the last thing I should have done. I was already admitting defeat, but I had no choice. It was as if whatever self-control I had thoroughly disappeared in their presence. I could only submit to them and my demeanor let them know that I was powerless to protest.

'My girlfriend tells me you're a fag,' he said, smiling and clearly enjoying my humiliation. I remained meekly silent. Whatever words I might have considered uttering were buried deep in my stomach, far beyond the reach of my throat. The cheerleader giggled uncontrollably, and said, 'It's obvious he's a fag. He wants to blow you.'

'Look at me,' he said. 'Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not a fag.' My heart was pounding like never before as I obeyed his command and looked him directly in the eyes. I was speechless. Unable to defend myself, he took it for granted that his girlfriend's assessment was correct on both counts. I was a fag, and I wanted to blow him.

The cheerleader clearly wanted me to blow him. “Make him suck you off,” she said between giggles. “I want to see the fag suck your dick.”

“Come on,” he said, and with a nod of his head directed me to a dark area of the lot where his car was parked.

I didn’t dare argue and I was too scared to run. I did as he told me to, and as I followed him, the cheerleader followed me, clearly excited as she laughed hysterically and said, “Wow! I can’t believe this is happening.”

He unlocked the door to the passenger side, sat down with his legs outside the car, unzipped his pants and produced a throbbing penis, a minimum of seven inches long with a pronounced mushroom shaped head. I was standing before him but not for long. He ordered me to my knees and I obeyed as the cheerleader leaned against the open door and peered down through the open window. I didn’t know how to proceed, but fearful of choking on such a thick, long penis, I started by licking the head.

“Ooh,” said the stud, “that feels good.” For the first time, I was actually beginning to relax, relieved that I wasn’t disappointing him. In the meantime, the cheerleader laughed uncontrollably. I never heard so much laughter in my life, and there was no doubt she was enjoying this even more than the stud who was also enjoying the way he could so easily command me to debase myself for his pleasure and hers.

I continued licking the head of his penis, but now the stud was impatient, and so was the cheerleader. “Suck him, faggot!” she said.

“Yeah,” said the stud, “suck me.” I licked the entire length of his shaft, then opened wide to take as much of his penis in my mouth as possible. I held it just before the opening of my throat, but then felt his strong hands pushing my head all the way down on him, his penis now blocking my air passage. I was scared, but I was also starting to enjoy it. I moved my head up on his penis, and when I resumed breathing, went to work on him like a slut. My mouth moved up and down, up and down, sliding his penis in and out of my mouth while he moaned with pleasure and the cheerleader watched, as excited to see a fag at work as she was knowing the power she and her boyfriend had over me. By now I was excited too. This was meant to be, I thought. I'm a sissy and a faggot, and I love it! At the same time I experienced this epiphany, his penis exploded. My mouth filled with thick, lumpy cum. It was trickling down my throat and some was trickling down the stud’s penis.

The cheerleader, more excited than ever, interrupted the moment with the demand that I let her see her boyfriend’s cum filling my mouth. I did as she ordered. “Swallow it,” she commanded. In one gulp, I did as I was told. Once the thick pool of cum was on its way to my stomach, she repeated her earlier taunt right to my face. “Fag!”

I didn’t deny it. I knew now that I couldn’t. I wouldn’t even want to. The stud and the cheerleader knew me better than I knew myself. They forced me to the truth. After licking the stud clean, I, who was otherwise speechless in his presence, finally found the courage to address him.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said. He laughed, put his clean penis back into his briefs, zipped up, and laughed again as I remained in my proper place before him: on my knees.

“I’ll bet you’d like some more, wouldn’t you, faggot?” the cheerleader said.

“Yes, Ma'am!” I said.

She laughed again and, looking at the stud, said, “Wow, this is something I’ll never forget.”