Faggot Part Two

'I said get down on your on your fucking knees'
This time Butch's voice had something about it that made me start, a seriousness about it that frightened me. The realization of what was happening hit home, the finality of it.. Fantasizing about something was harmless, you can be anyone and do anything with no worry, no fallout... it's personal and private and you can keep it close without stigma but the actual doing was something else. In my head i wanted to run, to escape but it was like i had lost the ability to control my body and slowly sunk to my knees as Butch had ordered.
Once down on my knees i began to tremble uncontrollably, my mouth was suddenly dry, sandpapery and my stomach twisted into a knot. i couldn't bring myself to look up, to meet Butch's sneering eyes and stared at his right knee without seeing it. Mind racing, i was in total dismay as to what to do... part of me wanted to get up and run our of there, keep my fantasies, hidden and unfulfilled or staying and following through, taking that step of no return, branding myself forever... if i left i would always wonder what it would have been like, if i did this what if i didn't like it? It would still be done, i would still be labelled... Suddenly i was snapped out of my thoughts by a sharp stinging blow across my right cheek as Butch's hand shot out and slapped me across the left cheek.
i looked up at the older boy, silently pleading with him. He sneered down at me, one hand kneading the huge bulge in his briefs, tugging at it. He reached down the front of them and pulled out his genitals, baring them to me. i couldn't help but look, catching my breath... i knew he was well-endowed, that he was really hung, but seeing that huge cock and those massive balls was still a shock. His dick was long, hung halfway down his thigh and incredibly thick, with a fat head and his balls were low-hanging and the size of large plums, hairless and smooth, all a dark pink against the pale skin of his body. A sharp, stale-sweat, musky scent filled my nostrils, the smell of his maleness... i was overwhelmed and barely heard his growling voice.
"Suck my cock, faggot"
i looked up at him, slowly putting my hands on each of his bare thighs, touching him intimately. He wasn't going to let me out of it, i didn't have a choice in this, i knew that seeing his face, the determination. And for some reason, this realization made it easier to comply. Still trembling i slowly wrapped my fingers around the thick base of his big dick and raised the head to my lips. Looking up at him again, one final look to see if this was really going to happen and seeing that, yes, it was, whether i wanted it to or not, i parted my lips, giving them a lick to wet them with no avail, and leaned forward, taking my first taste of dick.
It wasn't what i expected, the feel and taste of a cock against my lips. There was an earthy, rich flavor to it... not unpleasant at all, in fact i liked it.. as much for what it meant as for the actual taste. i opened my mouth more and took the first few inches of shaft into it. Butch gave a low groan... i looked up and saw him smiling wickedly down at me, lips wrapped around his cock...