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Skater Saga - Part 2 – Gabe

I've always been a light sleeper. So, the sound of the bathroom door closing when Gabe went to the bathroom the next morning was enough to wake me up, even over the sound of the music we left playing in the background all night. Fuck, I thought. I'd been hoping Matt would be the first one to wake up. No such luck.

So, I lay there, watching the door, trying to think of some way to do what Matt had ordered me to do without freaking Gabe out. I was still brainstorming when I heard the toilet flush, then the door opened and Gabe walked out. He headed straight back to the futon. It was still dark out, so I thought he was going back to bed. When he bent over and and fished his pot and bowl out of his jeans, I knew I was going to have to tell him.

He packed the bowl and lit it, taking a long drag before he looked up, glancing around the dimly-lit room at all of us. When his eyes met mine, he looked confused. Blowing out his toke, he asked, “What the hell's in your mouth?” in a low voice.

I sat up, then got out of my sleeping bag, grabbed my cigarettes, and walked over to him, sitting down on the floor beside the futon. I reached up and pulled Matt's socks out of my mouth, then pulled out a smoke and lit it. I took a drag and exhaled, while Gabe watched me quizzically. I was stalling. No time left.

Taking another drag, I looked up at him, straight into his eyes. I blew out my smoke, then said, “Matt's socks,” watching him carefully for his reaction.

He just looked confused as he responded, “Did you lose a bet or something?”

“Pass me the bowl,” I replied, “and I'll explain.”

Gabe took another hit, then passed me the bowl. I took a couple of long tokes, holding them in, before I passed the bowl back and started telling him the story. We passed the bowl back and forth while I told him everything that had happened last night. Gabe was in the middle of packing a fresh bowl when I finished the story. He hadn't said a single word the whole time.

He took a hit off the fresh bowl, then asked, “He pissed in your mouth?” I nodded, feeling pleasantly high and a little detached. “And you drank it?”, he continued, offering me the bowl.

“Yeah,” I responded before taking my own hit and passing the bowl back to him.

Gabe took the bowl and held it, meeting my eyes and holding my gaze. “So, basically, you were molesting him in his sleep, then you sucked him off, then he took you into the bathroom and held your head while he took a piss in your mouth and you drank it.”

I nodded in agreement

“Then he gagged you with his socks and ordered you to tell us what happened if we asked before he woke up and took his socks out of your mouth.”

Again, I nodded. 'That's what happened.”

“That's crazy,” Gabe said. He took another hit. “Why were you licking his socks in the first place?”

I lit a cigarette, then told him about my friend Chris and his older brother BJ. How Chris had started messing around with me when we were 9, then told me that he'd been sucking off his 14 year old brother for over a year. BJ had joined in the next time I spent the night at Chris's house. He'd worn white Nike crew socks and white Hanes briefs and had us licking his socks and briefs in between giving him blow-jobs while we watched porn on the Internet. Eventually, he'd had me licking his socks while he fucked his little brother up the ass. That became our normal pattern every time I spent the night at their house. Even when Chris stayed over at my place, he'd always start off by having me lick his socks, or by licking mine.

Gabe listened quietly while I told him the story. When I finished, he handed me a fresh bowl. I took the bowl and hit it, even though I already high as a kite. I blew out the smoke, handing the bowl back.

Gabe took it, asking, “So you like licking guys socks and underwear now?”

“Yeah, as long as they're white, and clean,” I answered.

He shook his head. “Man, that is so weird.” Then he looked at me and asked, “So, have you messed with any of us other than Matt?”

I swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Who else?” He asked.

“All of you,” I answered.

“Me too?”, he asked.

I nodded.

Then he asked, “What have you done to me?”

“Well, you're kind-of a deep sleeper, so I've licked your socks every time you've worn a new pair of white Vans or Nike's. Plus, I've rubbed your dick through your briefs until you got hard. Once, I licked you through your briefs, but that almost woke you up.” I lit up another cigarette as I confessed.

“Is that all?”, he asked, a little sarcastically.

“No. I've also rubbed my dick against your socks until I came on them. Then I licked my cum off. That's all.”

“Fucking pervert!” He said, grinning a bit and shoving my shoulder. “So, I guess that means you have the hots for me.”

I grin back. “Yup,” I answered.

“And I guess you want to lick my socks?”

“If you have any newer ones with you.”

“Hand me my backpack.”

I hand him his pack. He unzips it and searches around inside. He pulls out a plastic bullet filled with white powder and a clean pair of socks. He turns the bullet upside down, filling the chamber, before bringing it up to his nose and inhaling. Then he holds it out to me.

“Want some coke?”, he asks.

“Sure,” I say, and grab the bullet. I fill the chamber and take a snort. The coke rushes straight to my head. “Wow, thanks man.”

“No problem,” Gabe says, taking the bottle and refilling the chamber. He takes another hit, then passes it back to me before getting up and grabbing us fresh bottles of water out of Ian's mini-fridge.

He sits back down and puts the bullet away after I take my hit. Then he holds out the new pair of socks to me. They're a bright, white pair of Adidas ankle socks.

“You like these better?”

“Yeah,” I answer. Then I ask, “Can I put them on you?”

He leans back on his elbows and says, “Go for it.”

I peel his old Vans off and slip the Adidas socks onto his feet. I start rubbing my hands along the soft fabric, massaging and caressing the soles of his feet and his toes. My heart is starting to beat faster from the excitement.

I look up at him, meeting his eyes and ask, “Can I?”

He smirks back, saying, “You never asked before!”

I grin at him, then I pull both of his feet to the end of the futon. I lean forward, keeping my eyes on his face, stick out my tongue and begin licking the bottoms of his socks. I run my tongue across the soft, white, cotton in long, broad swipes from cotton-covered heel to cotton-covered toe.

Gabe watches me, a slight grin on his face, occasionally rubbing his hand over the crotch of his sweat pants. I break eye contact and get onto my knees, grasping his right foot in my hands. I lower my head and begin licking his cotton-covered toes with my tongue. I lick the soft, white cotton for several minutes before lowering my head further, sliding my mouth down over his toes, sucking lightly on his bright, white Adidas socks.

I lick and suck his socked toes, slowly bobbing my head up and down as if I were giving him a blowjob. I close my eyes focusing on the texture and feel of the soft, white cotton under my tongue. I switch to his other foot, swiftly sinking his socked toes into my mouth.

My incredibly hard cock is throbbing inside my too tight briefs. I take my hands off Gabe's socks, and reach one hand down to squeeze my aching member through the fabric of my briefs and boxer-briefs. I run my other hand slowly up Gabe's leg, sliding into the leg opening of his sweat pants and up to his knee.

Releasing his socked foot from my mouth, I raise my head and look up at him. I bring my hands back to his feet, massaging the soft, now slightly damp, white cotton. Gabe smiles, then lifts one foot and rubs it down the side of my face. I leaned into his socked caress, enjoying the feeling of the soft, white, cotton sliding across my face. Gabe pushes his socked toes into my mouth and I suck on them softly while staring into his blue eyes.

He keeps his leg there for a moment, wiggling his socked toes as I lick and suck them. Then he pulls his foot away, bending his leg and and bringing his foot up beside the knee of his out-stretched leg. Gabe sits up a bit, adjusting his now obvious hard-on in his sweat pants before reaching over and grabbing the cocaine bullet. He fills up the chamber, snorts it, and then holds it out to me.

I get up and take the bullet from Gabe and grabbing my smokes and water off the side table. I sit down on the edge of the futon, drain the rest of my water and then take a snort of the coke. I hand the bullet back to him, then I lean back on one elbow, sort of laying down at his feet. I adjust my throbbing dick, trying to find a more comfortable position inside my briefs. I light a cigarette and take a drag. Meanwhile, Gabe puts the bullet back on the table, then lights a cigarette of his own.

We smoke in silence for a minute, letting the coke hit us. Gabe slips his hand inside his sweats and starts slowly stroking his cock. I watch him until I can't stand it anymore, then I sit up and grab Gabe's left leg by the ankle, pulling it into my lap. Gabe glances over at me briefly then goes back to staring at his crotch, watching the slow rise and fall of his sweat pant fabric as he slowly strokes his dick.

I press the sole of his socked foot against my hard cock, rubbing the top of his sock with one hand while using the other to smoke. We both finish our cigarettes. Gabe reaches out for his water, then realizes that it's empty.

“You want me to get you another bottle?”, I ask.

“Sure.”

I get up and grab two more bottles out of the mini-fridge. I hand one to Gabe, and open mine. I sit back down on the futon between Gabe's legs. I drink some of my water, then close the bottle and drop it onto the carpet. I rub my hands along his legs before turning to look at Gabe.

“So,” I asked in a quiet, nervous, voice, “Can I blow you?”

“Go for it,” he says, glancing down at his crotch.

I grab the waistband of his sweats and pull them down, revealing his long, thin cock poking out through the fly of his light blue boxer shorts. Once his sweats were all the way off, I got on my knees between his legs, then bent over, taking the head of his cock into my mouth.

I ran my tongue slowly around his head, suckling softly before taking the rest of his shaft into my mouth. I slid my tongue down his slender, teenage shaft, sucking and licking until I reached the base. Then I held him there, completely engulfed, while rubbing my hands up his sides and across his chest. I sucked on his cock like a kid sucking on his thumb, not really bobbing my head, just laying there, my forehead resting on his abs. As I sucked, I kept rolling my tongue around his shaft and head, savoring the taste of his slender dick.

Eventually, after enjoying the slow suck for a while, I felt Gabe's hands come to rest on the back of my head. He held me there while he began thrusting up into my mouth. He went slowly at first, but quickly increased his pace as he got closer to cumming. I tried to keep running my tongue around his cock, but couldn't keep up with his pace. So I just pushed up against the underside of his dick, making my mouth as tight a hole as possible for him to fuck.

“Fuck, I'm getting close”, Gabe said. Then he pushed down on my head, hard, driving his cock deep into my mouth, the head sliding into my throat. At the same time, he rolled over, forcing me onto my back, trapping my head against the futon mattress.

I tried to cough, gagging a little, and pushed up against his hips. Gabe let go of my head, and I pulled back as far as I could. I was gasping for air as he grabbed my wrists with his hands and pinned them above my head. I managed to get a good, deep, breath before Gabe pushed forward with his hips, driving his cock down my throat again. I gagged, but couldn't move, so I held my breath as best I could while my friend fucked my throat with his teenage dick.

I tried to time my breaths with his thrusts, but couldn't seem to get enough air. Gabe was thrusting into my mouth so hard and fast that my lips were getting bruised. On top of that, his grip on my wrists was hard enough to be painful. He battered my face for a few minutes that seemed like hours before pushing in with one last, powerful thrust.

“Swallow it, bitch!”, he nearly shouted as his cum erupted into my mouth. It was super thick, way thicker than any cum I'd ever eaten before. It immediately filled up my throat, making me cough so hard that it shot out of my nose. Gabe didn't seem to care that I was choking on his sperm. He kept his hips pressed firmly against my face as his cock shot volley after volley of cum into my mouth.

Just as I thought I was going to pass out, he pulled away, rolling onto his back. I sat up coughing, finally clearing my throat enough to breathe. I was still swallowing his cum when he reached out and grabbed my head, pulling it towards his waist.

“Lick the rest up,” he commanded, as he pushed my face onto his cock.

So, I opened my mouth and bathed his cock and balls with my tongue. I stroked his cock as I cleaned him, milking out the last of his load with my hand. I licked up the rest of his load, then fell backwards, laying beside him on the futon.

“Did you like it?”, I asked.

“What do you think?”, he answered, turning to look at me and grinning. I grinned back.

“I sure liked it.”

We both turned to look as Matt stood up, jerking his cock.

“Get over here, I'm about to cum.”

I quickly got into position on my knees with my mouth open in front of my 13 year old friend. He grabbed my head and pushed the his dick into my mouth. Matt really was close, he only pumped his hips a couple of times before I got my second load of cum for the morning. His cum was nowhere near as thick as Gabe's, so I had no problem swallowing down everything he had to offer.

“Uhhhh...”, Matt groaned as I swallowed his load. He used one hand to milk the last of his cum onto my tongue, then pulled away. He lightly slapped me on the side on the head, then said, “Get in the bathroom now, I need to piss.”

I got up and hurried into the bathroom, As I went, I heard Gabe ask, “You going to piss in his mouth?”

“Yeah”, Matt replied. “You gonna watch?”

“Fuck that, I need to piss, too.”

“C'mon , then.”

Matt and Gabe both follow me into the bathroom. Matt goes first, stepping up close to me. His dick was still sticking out of his briefs.

“Open your mouth”, he orders.

I do, and he places the tip of his dick on my tongue. I close my mouth around his cock-head as he grabs hold of my head. He lets out a sigh as warm, salty liquid begins to flow into my mouth.