The Trip

The sun was setting on what would be our last day at the hay and straw experience. I was wondering around on the fields behind the stalls, lost in my thoughts. The air smelled fresh and felt cool. I had just gotten out of the meeting with our teachers, in which I had taken all the blame for the incident earlier, just as I had promised Felix. I still remembered the fat grin on his face during the entire meeting with our teachers. While I felt like sinking into the ground while he leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head and his legs spread apart, in an undeniable gesture of dominance and self-confidence. The power dynamic of the situation made me sick, seeing him raveling in his privilege while all the punishment was falling on me. He walked out there without facing any consequence while I had to endure the usual disciplinary measures for instigating a violent incident.

I walked around to the edge of the plane as it was getting darker. I noticed someone standing there next to a little shag. I got closer and realized it was Ben. “Tom” he said, as I recognized me. He was still wearing the trekking clothes from yesterday, except he traded the boots for sneakers. I was still in the shorts and top I had gotten from the cabin guy and barefoot. “You looked bruised” Ben said. “Felix got you good, it seems.” “He sure did.” I said, trying to act like it didn’t get to me. “You know us dudes, sometimes we just need to let off some steam.” I said, in an attempt to evoke the old dynamic within our group, a dynamic that had pretty much died during this class trip. “Sure…” Ben said in disbelief. I doubled-down. “See, you wouldn’t understand. You are not strong, you don’t even hit the gym. So you best avoid these kind of situations.” Ben just smiled and shook his head. I got a little angry. “Oh, so you think you could beat me in a fight?” I asked. “I didn’t say that.” He said. “I’m not interested in fighting.” He continued, as he walked into the shag next to us. I followed him. “So why are you being all cocky on me all of a sudden?” I asked. He stays calm, collected and stood in front of me, with his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know, Tommy, you’re trying to convince me that you are somehow more of a man than me because you could beat me in a fight or something, but you swallowed my nut three times, so I can’t really take you seriously.” He said.

I startled. I wanted to say something back to him but I didn’t know what. Because he was right. Losing in a fight is far less humiliating and emasculating than sucking a dick. He knew that. I knew that. “Fuck you, man!” I said, since I didn’t have anything better to say. He laughed. “I don’t want to argue with you. I have a peace offering here.” He said and pulled out a joint. “Go ahead, light it up.” I smiled and walked over to him. “Well, I guess I deserved that.” I said and took the joint and lighted it up. I inhaled a few times and wanted to pass it over to Ben, but he said. “I’ll go later, you go ahead for now.” He walked up and down in the shag, going through the stuff. “Are you looking for something?” I asked. “No, just looking around. I am always fascinated by the things you sometimes find in these old places like these.” I kept smoking and suddenly I realize I had smoked the whole thing by myself. “Dude, I’m so sorry, I finished all your shit!” I said. “Never mind.” Ben said as he walked over to an old couch that was standing in the middle of the shag and sat down on it. I followed him and sat down next to him. “I guess it’s better to be honest. Weed always makes me super horny.” Ben laughed. I laughed too. “Yeah, me too, dude.” I said, as I laid back on the couch. “Really?” he asked. “Then you must be getting really horny right now. That was some pretty strong weed.” I could feel my head spinning as the effect of the THC was settling in. Fuck, he was right. It was quite strong. I looked over to Ben and I could see him massaging his crotch.

“Dude, I’m high as fuck!” I said. “What was that?” Ben smiled. “Oh just my special treat from the Netherlands. It makes you high and extra horny.” I could feel that. I began massaging my crotch as well. There we were, sitting next to each other. Both playing with our stuff. “Shit man, I am getting hard as fuck. This stuff really does make me horny.” I said. Ben turned his head to me and I looked into his deep blue eyes. “Well, if you are really THAT horny, I guess I could let you suck my dick again.” He said with a smile. I was so high, I could barely articulate myself. “Dude, how is that gonna help me get off?” I asked. Ben laughed. “Well, it probably won’t.” he agreed. “But at least I’ll get to cum. That’s all I really care about.” He said laughingly. “Dude, that’s mean!” I laughed. “What is mean about it? Men are selfish when it comes to sex. We just wanna bust a nut and that’s that. Don’t you agree?” he asked. I look at him massaging his crotch. I was more or less staring. “I guess…” I said absently. “So you can go ahead and suck me. This way at least one of us is gonna get off. That’s better than both of us not cumming, isn’t it?” Ben said.

I kept getting more and more horny. “Well, I guess sucking your dick is better than nothing.” I said. I could see a big smile on Ben’s face. I had to smile too. Ben opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants und pulled them down. He pulled down his boxer shorts as well and I could see it hard white cock jumping towards me. I was still kind of slow, since I was so high, but that didn’t keep Ben from moving forward. He grabbed the back of my head with his hand and pushed my down into his crotch. He rubbed my face in his crotch, painting it with his scent of his balls, pubes and dick. I couldn’t help it as a horny sigh escaped my body. He grabbed his hard dick with his right hand and held it in front of my mouth. “Suck it, man. Suck it good!” he said. I smiled at him again as I took his dick in my mouth but this time he didn’t smile back.

I sucked on him and it felt so good. I felt the smooth hardness of his cock in my mouth. I could hear his moaning. But it seemed like I was to slow for him, because after a few moments, be began to hold my head firmly with both of his hands and began to fuck my mouth. I pulled out my dick from my pants while he was mouth-fucking me and began to jerk myself off. After a few minutes I got of his dick to catch my breath. I fell back into the couch, breathing heavily. “Dude, you are brutal!” I said. He laughed. “Do you like it?” he asked. “Dude, your weed made me so fucking horny, I’d suck anyone right now.” I laughed, without realizing how gay that sounded. Why didn’t I say ‘fuck’ instead of ‘suck’? Ben laughed at my ill-placed joke. “Well, it’s only me here, but you can suck me all night.” He said. I laughed and got back down on him and he continued to mouth-fuck me. Apparently that was what he liked. I was beginning to learn the differences in preferences. I knew Felix enjoyed to get his dick sucked, just relaxing laid-back and let me do all the work. Chris liked that too, but he preferred me working his dick with my mouth and both of my hands, since his dick was so big. And Ben liked to use my mouth like a pussy. Just fuck it. I was wondering what I would like if I’d ever get the chance to get my dick sucked.

After some minutes of mouth-fucking me, Ben gave me break again. I laid-back on the couch again to catch my breath. I looked at Ben while he was jerking off his dick. I was doing the same. “How about giving something back, dude!” I said and held my dick. He looked at it. “Wanna try to suck me? I know you wouldn’t believe it, but it’s actually kind of fun.” I said, hoping I’d be able to convince him. He got up and slowly moved his head towards my dick. I was getting hot, really hot as his face was getting closer to my raging hard-on. He looked at it for a while without touching it. And then he smiled at me. “Maybe later. First you do me again.” He said and got up, now standing in front me as I was still sitting on the couch. He pulled my head back to his crotch and began to mouth-fuck me again. After a while he said: “Get naked!” I was so high, I just did what he said without thinking about it. I got off the couch and took all of my clothes off while Ben was stayed fully dressed. I was just about to get back on the couch as he pushed me down to my knees and stuffed his hard cock back into my mouth.

He was become more aggressive, more dominant. Slowly the playfulness faded and the situation somehow turned into something else. “Fuck yeah! Take it” he said. “Take my white cock you naked chimp!” he said. I pushed him back a little. “Dude, not cool!” I said. Before I knew what was happening Ben slapped me across the face. “Shut up you worthless Nigger!” he shouted at me. “You will do what I say!” I was in shock and then I got angry. “Man, fuck you!” I said and tried to stand up, but I was so high, that I could barely get up. And now it dawned on me. He must have **** me on purpose. I pushed my back onto my knees. “I said shut up, Nigger! Open your stupid monkey lips and suck in my white dick like you were meant to do.” He said. I looked at him and then at his dick. This hard white weapon, pointing directly at my face. The power, the dominance, the energy. I slowly moved towards the head of Ben’s white cock and gently kissed it, while a wave of well-known submission overcame me. Ben’s cock, hard, white, demanding to be sucked, demanding to be serviced, pointing directly into my face. And me knowing it was my duty to make this white boy cum again. I looked up at Ben and smiled again. “Yes Sir!” I said. He nodded and pushed his dick back in my mouth as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him entering. “Suck it you dirty Nigger!” he said, as he began to mouth-fuck me again.

“I can’t tell you how much I love this.” Ben said. “Having you on your knees, naked, worshipping my cock, like a little slut. Like a real ****!” all the while he kept fucking my face. “Oh yeah, that feels good. Not just having you suck me. This is the best kind of retribution I could imagine. For all the times you mistreated me. For all the times you punched and slapped me. For all the times you made me feel like the fifth wheel.” I looked up at him, listening to every word he said, while taking every inch of his dick, over and over again. And he look down at my, into my eyes. “Can’t believe I ever looked up to you. Can’t believe I ever thought you were cool. When, at the end of the date, you have always been and always will be an inferior Nigger.” He said. Tears began to form in my eyes, as he continued to brutally mouth-fuck me. “Well, know the tables have finally turned. Now things are how they have always meant to be. I am on top and you are at the bottom where you and all Niggers belong!” he said. I didn’t object, I didn’t stop. I just let him use me. “You know it’s true, don’t you? Every word I say is true, isn’t it?” he asked, pulling out his cock, so I could answer. “Y…yes Sir!” I managed to stutter, my throat sore from all the mouth fucking. “Damn right it is!” he said, and slapped his dick across my face a few times, before stuffing it back in my mouth. He went on like this for a while, thrusting his hard cock in and out of my mouth until he finally came. “Oh yeah, here it comes, swallow it, swallow all of my nut!” he screamed. Of course I did as he said and let him retract from his orgasm in my mouth. “See, I told you, you’d make me cum!” he said.

Ben pulled his dick out of my mouth and stuffed it back into his pants. He walked over to the sofa and I crawled behind him, as I was not able to get up that quickly. He sat down on the sofa and relaxed. I slowly got up, wanting to sit down next to him. But he wouldn’t let me. He pushed me back to the ground. “You’re my fucking **** now, bitch! You don’t get to sit next to me.” Ben said. “Lie on your back!” He said. I lied down on my back on the floor, parallel to the couch. Next thing I knew, Ben stuffed his sneakers in my face. “Yeah, that’s it, Nigger! That’s where you belong. At the feet of your white master!” Ben said, his chest filling with pride. He rubbed his dirty sneakers in my face. He kept pressing his right foot in my face, while is left food was wondering towards my exposed and still fully erect dick. I could feel the weight of his left foot pressing down on my dick, I could feel the hart material of the sole of his shoe. “See that? That’s all your miserable black dick gets. The feeling of my sneakers. I hope you enjoy it.” He laughed. “That is just how it is. Some guys are alphas and some ore cocksuckers.” he said. He pressed his right left foot on my dick and balls again, using more ****. I moaned in pain and pleasure and responded to his **** my beginning to lick the sole of the sneakers on his right foot, still firmly placed on my face. He noticed that with satisfaction. “That’s right monkey boy, lick my dirty sneakers!” he said, as he laid back to relax. He pulled out another joint from his pocket. “See, now this is the right setting for me to enjoy my splif. With a naked Nigger at my feet, servicing me.” He said.

The picture must have been the most demeaning thing. A naked black boy lying in front of a fully dressed arrogant white boy, virtually licking his sneakers. “Fucking faggot, you still got a hard-on?” he asked. He began kicking my dick with his left shoe. First just a little, then with more ****. He placed his other foot on my neck, to keep me from moving. I began to whimper, as his kicks in my crotch became harder. “Yeah, that’s what you deserve. That’s your punishment for asking me to suck your ugly ashy dick!” he said. No matter how much it hurt, my dick stay hard, unfortunately, giving him better access to my balls. Ben switched it up, sometimes kicking with more, sometimes with less ****, sometimes just pressing his shoe against my raging erection. “Fuck yeah, suffer, Nigger, suffer for the amusement of the white man!” he said. Of opened up my legs, spreading them to give him even better access to my dick and balls and he kept torturing them, kicking them, rubbing his shoe all over them.

At some point he decided I had suffered enough. “Ok, take off my shoes. And my socks. I know you have been waiting to kiss my white feet.” He said. I did as he said. I undid the laces, carefully took of his sneakers and socks and assumed my position on my back and Ben, once again, rested his now naked feet on my face. I loved the feeling of his weight on my face. The feeling of his naked soles on my skin. I began to kiss them, lick them, worship them. Ben continued to smoke his weed. I don’t know for how long this went on, but it must have been quite a while. At some point he got his feet out of my face. “That’s enough. I’m ready to get sucked again. Get on my dick.” I crawled up to his crotch, pulled down his pants and exposed his beautiful white cock. So pure, so boyish. The blond pubic hair, the soft, skin, the pale, almost pink member. How could something so beautiful be so cruel? Ben laid back, closed his eyes and relaxed. He had finished his joint. His body language indicated, that he just wanted to get serviced instead of mouth-fucking me. So I went along, took his dick in my mouth and began sucking. He didn’t move. He just let me work on him.

“Dude, I’m so fucking high. I’m flying.” Ben said. “Keep those thick nigger lips wrapped around my dick. This is the best fucking trip ever!” I did as he said. He didn’t say anything after that. He didn’t move. He just drifted away on his trip, sweetened by the blowjob he was receiving from me. After a while he just let go a soft sigh. I felt his dick contract and the next thing I knew, my mouth was filling up with his sweet cum. I licked everything. I kept his dick in my mouth all night, even after he had cum the second time. Even after he had passed out and fallen asleep. I didn’t want to let go of his sweet, angelic white dick.