A Flavour Best Forgotten

You knelt down behind the counter, down onto the cold linoleum flooring. Down so that your pretty, pink dress rode up around you. Down to where your face was level with the bulging crotch of the old man’s grease-stained jeans. He wasted no time in unzipping and opening them…

Even now, you almost couldn’t believe he’d persuaded you to do this. He’d played you like a fiddle. Picking and plucking at your apparently all-too obvious admiration for your step-sister. ‘It wasn’t too much to ask, really… when she did so much and more?’ ‘It was just about sharing the load a little.’ ‘Five minutes and done with.’ You knew you were being manipulated… but that didn’t make it any less true. Your step-sibling was doing everything she possibly could to make this work and keep you both safe from having to return to that awful, hollow house and all its awful, hollow people. How could you lie next to her, night after night, knowing that you were leaving all that weight upon her shoulders. It must be exhausting, giving her body over to this insatiable creep and his pervy friends, day after day. That’s why she was still up there now… snoring away. The more you thought on it, the more you grit your teeth. You had to do this… for her.

Skeg grinned down. His gnarly, old cock hanging out, just inches from your face. You could smell it already... though the scent wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it might be. Meaty and sweaty, but overshadowed by some boot polish-like soap that surely only middle-aged men nearing their 50s would consider buying. It dangled floppily towards you atop a grey-fuzzed pair of testicles, yet was already beginning to show signs of swelling life. ‘He must be getting off on watching how squeamish I’m being’ you thought, fighting the urge to shrink away from the ugly-looking thing as it rose up to stare at you: eye to eye. ‘Would he be waving it toward me so eagerly if he knew I was a boy?’

It was a question you honestly were not sure about. Your general impression of society’s views on homosexuality were mainly based off of private school bullying… which found it mostly just a hilarious thing to throw around at any boy more small, timid and slender than the average. This certainly wasn’t the first time you’d had a penis shoved in your face… though you didn’t think many of the previous owners had actually wanted you to suck it. Though some of them had seemed to try on that hilarious joke anytime they could get away with it, which perhaps said more about them than about you. Perhaps, once or twice, you’d almost considered it… when they’d cornered you alone in the locker room and no-one else was watching. Thinking maybe it might make the teasing stop… or more likely just make it worse.

Skeg was glaring at you expectantly. You couldn’t stall out any longer. You opened up your mouth and let out a trembling tongue. It made contact with the purplish head of the thing and a shuddering wave of salty flavour washed over you. That meaty, sweaty, soapy smell and taste shot straight to the back of your throat and seemed to catch there. Suffusing through all of you and making you feel like you might never again be free of it. Yet, there was no point in turning back now… You completed that first, slow lick. Then went back for another, reaching out a hand to steady this fleshy thing you were attending to. This time starting all the way down at the base and sliding your most maneuverable muscle along every veiny inch. From there you could swish the tip of your attentions around the entire circumference of its helmet. Unwrapping the folds of foreskin that it was lifting free from.

You didn’t know if you were doing this right… Had nothing but a few dimly-remembered pornos and your step-sister’s previous exampling to go on. Yet, far above, Skeg gave a little hum of approval. You didn’t dare look at his face. Didn’t want to know what leer of sordid triumph watched over you from up there. But, somehow that small sound of contentment sent a flash of warmth across the back of your neck. At least someone was getting some enjoyment out of this. You ran your lips along the side of the shaft, feeling the waxy lubrication that your fresh lipstick allowed. You hadn’t really expected to be tasting what made up that particular shade off of the broadside of another man’s cock when you applied it… but guessed you certainly weren’t the first in the world to do so. It felt so decidedly… whorish. To be down here, just tucked out of sight from an open door onto the street. Kissing the genitalia of someone who effectively served as your landlord, employer and guardian. A continuation of that slightly dirty excitement in dressing yourself up as a girl. This wasn’t so bad… when you just got down to the simple mechanics of it. You just concentrated on the task at hand and shoved all those complicating, humiliating extra thoughts away. You were doing this for her. That was all that mattered. You were paying back just a little of the debt you owed. Who cared what anyone else might think!