How I became Peanut’s bitch

This story is a bit different from my usual stories. Normally, I write about things that happened to me or at least I wish happened to me. The tale I’m about to recount was told to me by a smoke buddy. It took several months for the whole story to come out. Jeff would only release a nugget after he reached a near stupor high. I believe his story, but I have never confronted him about it because I truly believe he was using me as a confessional. All names have been changed, and all participants were adults when these activities occurred.

It all began in my senior year of high school. When I turned 18, my father bought me a used car which I drove to school and to my afterwork job. On my free weekends, I would drive over to my favorite cousin’s house. Scott is 3 years older than me and has his own place. It’s not much, just a single wide trailer sitting on half an acre of land, but it’s all his.

Scott has always been a bit of an oddball in our family. He was just different. I always got along with him just fine. He has a wicked sense of humor, and he always has a decent weed stash. Today was no different, I pulled into his driveway and walked up to knock on his door. He yelled at me to come in. I entered the trailer and there he was one hand holding his bong the other holding a Dr. Pepper. He motioned me to come sit on the couch with him. He lit the bong, took a hit and passed it to me. I took a hit and passed it back. I leaned back into the couch to allow the hit to do its job and relax me. Scott has good shit, and it didn’t take long before I was totally relaxed.

I noticed Scott had reloaded the bong and taken another hit but didn’t pass it to me. I asked Scott for another hit and he said, “No, Jeff, I love you like a cousin but man you’re draining my wallet. I’m just not getting much in return for my hospitality.” This really put me back, “what do you mean, Scott?” I asked. “Dude, you’re over here nearly every weekend, smoking my weed, drinking my sodas and eating most of my munchies. You never bring over any pot, beer, munchies, just your happy ass self.” He said. “Wow, I’m sorry you feel that way, honest Scott. I just don’t have any spare money, everything I make at my part-time job goes into keeping the car running. You know how it is…” I weakly argued.

Scott nodded, “Yeah, I understand how tight money can be, but supporting your habits is draining my cash flow. Comprendo amigo?” “Yeah, I get it” I said, “is there anything I can do to pay you back? Do some chores or something?” Scott thought for a minute then smiled at me. “Yeah, I can think of something you can do for me.” With that he handed me the bong with a fresh load in it and offered to light it for me. As I was taking the hit, Scott said, “finish it all, you’re going to need it.” So, I took an extra long hit and ended up coughing my lungs out.

By the time, I stopped coughing, I look up and Scott was standing in front of me with his pants pulled down to his knees and his boner pointed straight at my face. He said “Here’s how you’re going to earn your next hit. Suck me off!” Now, Scott had been a linebacker in HS, while I am in the chess club. He saw the fear in my eyes and just smiled, “it will be OK Jeff, only you and I will know, and who knows you might enjoy it.” I saw the smile on his face but also the fact his hands were balled into fists. I remembered the one time I saw Scott get into a fight after school. It didn’t go well for the other guy and he was Scott’s size, I’m not. He reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his cock. “Open up Jeffy, the sooner you start sucking the sooner this will be over.”

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for mercy, but he just pulled my mouth closer to his dick. I surrendered. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He said, “That’s a good bitch, Jeffy, now suck it good, you better pray I don’t feel any teeth.” With that he slid his dick into my mouth, “Suck on it, Jeffy, like a good slut.” He brought his other hand to the side of my head and began pulling and pushing my face onto his dick. He slowly pushed me away just so the head of his dick was in my mouth and he said “take the tip of your tongue and run it up and down my piss slit a couple times.” I complied, and he said “now I want you to do that every so often, surprise me. Now get back to work, he released my head and I bobbed in and out on his dick as he offered encourage words.

I don’t know how long I sucked his dick, probably just a few minutes but if felt like forever, my jaw was starting to hurt. Scott started groaning and telling me what a good cocksucker I was, I started tasting a little pre-cum when Scott let out a “Yessssss” and blasted a load into my mouth. His hands went back around my head and he held me there, his dick pulsating more and more cum into my mouth. “Swallow Jeffy, if you know what’s good for you. If one drop of cum hits the floor you will not like what happens next.” He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, but said “Clean it, I don’t want to feel anything sticky on my cock.” I proceeded to lick all the cum off his cock as he smiled down at me. He ruffled my hair and said I did a good job for my first time.

He backed away from me and pulled up his pants, I started to stand so I could get the fuck out of here. I was pissed, scared, embarrassed, I just wanted out. Scott reached out an arm and pushed me back onto the couch. “You might want to sit here for a minute, I’ve got something I’d like to show you.” With that he sat back down and grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on, then he switched the mode switch to video and began playing a video of me sucking him off.