"Just leave me alone," I said, not looking up.

"Too busy jerking it to gay porn?" he said, coming into the yearbook room.

"Yup," I said, "that's exactly it. Better leave now."

"I bet you would love to suck my cock right now," he said. "I bet you're just dying to get on your knees."

Something inside me snapped. He's said as much and more plenty before, but I just wasn't taking it anymore.

"You know what? Let's do it," I said.

The "Wuh?" and look on his face was priceless. I got up and walked over to him, pushing the door shut as I did.

"Let's see it," I said, moving closer to him. "C'mon, let's see that cock."

He did not know what to do. He just stuttered and froze, so I dropped to my knees and grabbed his zipper. He didn't stop me as I pulled the zipper down. I barely even had to open up the flap at the front of his boxers when his dick flopped out at me, and it was already getting hard!

"Oh, you love this, don't you," I said, and then I made the plunge. He tasted sweaty, but not funky/gross. I went at it with abandon, like I'd never get to suck another cock again, and he was soon at full mast. He moaned a bit, but was unresponsive at first, and I started to lose myself in the cocksucking. It's like, a little part at the back of my mind was thinking, "This is Brock and you hate him," but honestly, that just made it more exhilarating, and the rest of me was just loving submitting to this (I have to say) really impressive cock.

It wasn't long before he started getting into it, though. The first thing I felt was his hands on my head, applying pressure along with my bobbing. Then he says, "You like that cock, don't you, bitch?"

"Mhmmmm," I mumbled around a mouthful of dick.

"Yeah, you do, you fucking faggot. Take that fucking dick." The pressure on my head was getting stronger and stronger, and soon, I wasn't in control. He was straight up Fucking. My. Face. I've watched guys get facefucked in porn before, but I'd never experienced it myself. Holllly shit. His cock slammed down my throat over and over, and it was all I could do just to keep myself from throwing up or passing out. Somehow, despite the fact that I was receiving zero sexual stimulation, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced in my life. I felt as submissive as I'd ever felt in my life, including the two times I've actually been fucked. I was in pure heaven, and all context and reality had flown out the window.