Fifty Shades of Gay Spice (Fifty Shades of Spice Erotica) Read Free

stomach and winded me.”
    “He’s a bully,” Edson said. “You’re okay though aren’t you?”
    “Yes, thanks,” I moved away from the curtain. A sticky patch of my dribble caught my eye; it was only the size of a coin but it looked like spunk. I flushed red and stepped on it. Edson’s eyes flickered towards it and then back to meet my eyes with a piercing intensity. “I need to get back to the dorm.”
    “I heard you,” Edson chuckled evilly.
    “What?”
    “I heard you,” he repeated. He mimicked me. “Oh, I don’t want to do that, Farrah!”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I could feel tears of embarrassment filling my eyes. I’d been caught red handed. Oh my God, what else had he heard?
    “Oh, Sweetman, that’s amazing,” he mimicked Farrah this time. “Did he make you suck his cock for him?”
    “No he did not,” I mumbled. I was frozen with shock and panic at this point.
    “Shut up and suck!” He mimicked Farrah again. “What did he want you to suck then if it wasn’t his cock?”
    “I didn’t do anything,” I could feel my lips quivering. The shame and embarrassment would kill my parents.
    “Liar, I heard him moaning when he came!”
    “Please don’t tell the others.”
    “Okay.”
    “Okay?” I was stunned.
    “I won’t tell anyone after all, Farrah’s my friend.”
    “Thanks.”
    “You owe me one though.”
    “Okay,” I shrugged. I would pretty much have done anything not to be outed to the school. I imagined people talking about me the way they had about Thomas. I didn’t know the boy but I felt sorry him. “I’ll sort your kit out after games tomorrow.”
    “What?”
    “Well it’s been raining all week so it will be a right mess after games.”
    “I don’t need my kit washing, Sweetman!”
    I had a sinking feeling in my stomach again. I knew what he was going to say. There was no physical attraction for me, not like there was with Farrah. I fancied Farrah but Edson was a different matter. He was chubby and always sweating. I just stood and stared at him as a tear ran over my eyelid and made its way south across my cheek. He smiled widely and pulled his rugby shorts down to his knees.
    “Please don’t make me suck that,” I whimpered. Edson’s black cock was long and thick. His foreskin was cut revealing a narrow dark head. He grabbed my hand and forced it onto his cock. It felt hot and thick and suddenly the experience of sucking Farrah flooded back to me. I had loved it and here I was faced with another cock to gobble on; A bigger, thicker cock to pleasure. I kneeled down willingly and looked at what I had in front of me. It was huge but there was a musky odour to him. His sweaty body had a stale smell and I recoiled a little from him. I knew I had to suck him to keep my secret but I just didn’t fancy him. Yes his cock was thick but that didn’t matter. “Once okay?”
    “We’ll keep it a secret,” he sneered. “Lick my balls first.”
    I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. Once again the anticipation of the ultimate pleasure was there and it fired the hormones in my veins. Even though I wouldn’t have sucked his cock by choice, I knew that making him writhe before he squirted his cum in my mouth would be fun; no, more than fun, it would turn me on. He watched intently as I lifted his sack and sucked gently on the wrinkly black skin, searching for his balls with my tongue.
    “That’s nice,” he smiled, confusion in his eyes. “You know I think you actually like sucking cocks.”
    I was going to answer but he grabbed his thick shaft and pushed it against my lips. I opened wide and let him in. It was like electricity was running through my veins as I sucked greedily on his cock. The musty smell seemed to mingle with the aroma of his sweat; it was a heady sexual musk, which intoxicated me. His juice tasted salty and oily and I swallowed the leaks as they came, eagerly awaiting the mother-load of cum when it arrived. The