Pete stopped in the boy's can to take a piss on the way

back

to the prom. Standing at the next urinal was a small cute

kid named Clark

Stimky. Clark was a faggot and everybody knew it. He was at

the prom with

this skank who was just a pal of his, a girl with glasses

that no decent

stud would look at twice. Pete knew that Clark had a crush

on him, just like

all the faggots at the high school did. There were at least

fifteen known

faggots in the school. The latest thing among high

schoolers seemed to be

faggots coming out in public. Clark had not announced that

he was gay, in

fact he denied it, but Pete could tell from the way the boy

looked at him.

Clark was just finishing his piss, but when he saw Pete

walk in, he hugged

he urinal and stood there, obviously hoping to get a look

at Pete's prick.

The adorable high school senior decided to play along

with the faggot.

Standing back about two feet from the porcelain urinal, he

opened his tux

pants and let them drop, allowing his fat dick to hang free

under his shirt

tails. Then he held up his shirt tails, revealing his

beautiful heavy

hanging hunk of teenage fuckmeat.

"How's it going, Dude?" He casually asked Clark, as he

leaned back and

without touching his dick started to piss a hard wide

stream into the

urinal.

"Ah.huh? Fine. Fine, Pete." Clark's eyes almost bugged

out of his head.

He couldn't look away. He was looking right at Pete. His

mouth kind of hung

open, the way faggot's do when they are near dick. Clark

was a cute kid, if

you go for faggots.

"You gotten any head in the senior locker room? The cunt

mouth back there

is really good tonight."

"Ah.no.I ah." Clark didn't know what to say. His

own teenage

prick was getting achingly hard, as he hid it by standing

even closer to his

own urinal.

"That's right, you probably don't want any cunt mouth.

You would probably

rather be back there on your knees yourself, sucking on

jock dick, right, my

friend?"

"Ah, what are you.no that's not true.I'm

not."Clark was totally

flustered by the handsomest boy in the school.

"Oh come on, Fuckface, you can con the other guys, but

not me. I know a

faggot when I see one. You can't take your eyes off my

dick, can you? You

want a better look?"

With that, Pete turned and started to piss all over

Clark's tuxedo pants.

He pissed up onto the kids hip, and down to his shoes.

Clark squeeled like a

stud pig and pulled away, revealing his pulsing pink

hardon. Pete laughed

and pissed right on the boy's dick and all over the front

of his pants. Then

he cut off his piss flow.

"Kneel down!"

"What? Come on, Pete, get serious!"

"I am serious. Deadly serious. Kneel down, faggot, or I

will tell every

senior that you hit on me in the toilet and begged to suck

my dick. You know

they will believe me. So fucking kneel down now!"

"But you pissed all over the floor.I'll."

"You will shut your fucking mouth and kneel down!

Clark Stimky knelt down in the puddle of piss at his

feet. Pete stood

over him with his fat dick in his hand. Then he pissed

again, all over the

boy's face. Piss cascaded down the kid's face, ran from his

chin and soaked

his white tux shirt. Pete made sure the piss flow covered

the boy's face.

Nose. Eyes, Mouth. He especially coated those full young

teenage boy lips.

"You know, Clark, if you are a real good boy and do what

I say, I just

might let you suck my dick some time. Now stick your face

in the urinal and

start to lick it clean."

Clark was emitting little sobs as he licked the urinal,

and Pete finished

his piss on the back of the boy's hair. Then he zipped up

and headed back

toward the prom. He saw Phil Benton coming out of the

locker room. Phil was

a weird kid, but built like a brick shithouse and great on

the football

team. He was carrying something in his hand that Pete

recognized.

"What you got there, Phil?" Pete said slapping the big

dumb lug on the

back.

"Huh? Oh nothing Pete, Just a used condom. I forgt to

throw it out in the

locker room and not I gotta find a trash can."

"Phil, you mean to tell me you wore a rubber to get a

blow job?"

"Fuck yeah.you don't know where those slutty freshman

twat mouths have

been or what diseases they might carry. I ain't taking no

chances."

Phil was big, as I said, and he held up this huge

streteched out

elongated condom with the bottom third filled with milky

yellow white cum.

"Jesus Christ, Phil, you shoot a big load!"

"Yeah, that's what they say!" The huge guy smiled

sheepishly.

"You know what, buddy, I'll take that dicksheath off

your hands. I can

play a good joke on Marcy with it."

"You fucking with me?" Phil didn't like to be teased

because of his

dumbness.

"No, my man, I am not shitting you! I have a really good

idea. Now just

give me that used cocksack." Pete took the disgusting cum

filled rubber in

one hand and held in his pocket. Then he sauntered back

into the prom. He

found Marcy in the corner talking with a bunch of other

girls who were

wondering where their dates were.

"There you are, sweetie, I been looking all the fuck over

for you."

"I've been looking for you too. What took you so long?"

She was such a

pretty girl. So petite and innocent looking with great

tits.

"Come here, I got a surprise for you. Now close your

eyes and open your

mouth."

"Pete, really not here in front of everyone. You know

how shy I am."

"I love you and you love me, and I don't care who the

fuck knows it!" He

flashed her his sexiest smile. His eyes danced merrily. She

leaned in and

opened her mouth. He took the cum filled condom from his

pocket and put it

in her mouth.

Her eyes grew wide as she tasted the rubber dick sheath

with the cock

snot leaking out of it.she gagged and reached up to remove

it, but Pete put

his hand over her mouth.

"I did that for you baby, special from me to you. That's

what took me so

long. I did that just for you. Now be a good girl, and show

me how much you

love me and suck that rubber clean for me."

Marcy's eyes took on a confused look, but she loved Pete

so much, and he

was always up to some kind of foolishness. She was not

afraid to taste his

cum. She did it three or four times a day. So she sucked on

the dirty

condom.

"That's my Girl! Now what say we dance?"

Marcy couldn't answer with her mouth full of cum and

rubber. But she

nodded her head.

"Oh, one more thing." Pete led his girlfriend into a

darkened corner of

the gym. "I been wanting to do this all night." He reached

up under her

prom dress and peeled her panties down. Marcy tried to

protest, but her

mouth had a rubber in it.

"You know I fucking hate it when you wear underwear

under your skirts.

Well, the same goes for a prom dress. I like it when your

pussy is naked and

free and beautiful!" He saw a Freshman boy, a prom helper,

serving punch

and tossed the panties to him.

"Here kid, a souvenir from the prom, Marcy's panties. If

you hurry, you

can still smell her cunt and suck some of her pussy juice

from them."

"Pete, Please, not so loud." Marcy said, taking the

rubber from her

mouth. The Freshman boy could not believe what he was

seeing. Pete took the

rubber and held it up.

"Put it on your tongue."

"But Pete, I swallowed most of your."

"Put it on your tongue, clean out the inside way down to

the tip."His

dick was hard again already. The freshman boy had abandoned

the punch table,

probably to go suck on the panties in the boys' can and

jerk off.

"Let's dance, Bitch." Pete swung Marcy out on to the

dance floor. Old

Miss Franken whom the kids called Frankenstein smiled and

turned to Miss

Theophile. "Don't they make a lovely couple. So romantic."

Marcy sucked on the rubber on her tongue, swallowing

Phil Benton's

fuckslop. Pete smiled, closing his eyes and dreaming of

fucking the shit out

of Marcy's little sister. It wouldn't be long and he'd have

his dick balls

deep in the little bitch. The flat chested bald pussied

little cunt was just

asking for it every time she batted her big eyes at Pete.

Pete wanted to

bat her in the face with his hard dick! Soon.after

tonight. After Marcy

got gang fucked by every stud in the senior class! After

tonight, Marcy

would be nothing but the high school cum dump! And that was

just the way

Pete wanted her. He himself could not wait to fist fuck

her. She of course

never let him put more than three fingers up her twat when

they were "Making

Love." She complained that it hurt too much. He smiled as

he wondered

briefly how she would feel when he was in her up to his

forearm! With his

other hand up her ass! Oh yeah, it was going to be a great

Prom Night! Pete stopped in the boy's can to take a piss on the way

back

to the prom. Standing at the next urinal was a small cute

kid named Clark

Stimky. Clark was a faggot and everybody knew it. He was at

the prom with

this skank who was just a pal of his, a girl with glasses

that no decent

stud would look at twice. Pete knew that Clark had a crush

on him, just like

all the faggots at the high school did. There were at least

fifteen known

faggots in the school. The latest thing among high

schoolers seemed to be

faggots coming out in public. Clark had not announced that

he was gay, in

fact he denied it, but Pete could tell from the way the boy

looked at him.

Clark was just finishing his piss, but when he saw Pete

walk in, he hugged

he urinal and stood there, obviously hoping to get a look

at Pete's prick.

The adorable high school senior decided to play along

with the faggot.

Standing back about two feet from the porcelain urinal, he

opened his tux

pants and let them drop, allowing his fat dick to hang free

under his shirt

tails. Then he held up his shirt tails, revealing his

beautiful heavy

hanging hunk of teenage fuckmeat.

"How's it going, Dude?" He casually asked Clark, as he

leaned back and

without touching his dick started to piss a hard wide

stream into the

urinal.

"Ah.huh? Fine. Fine, Pete." Clark's eyes almost bugged

out of his head.

He couldn't look away. He was looking right at Pete. His

mouth kind of hung

open, the way faggot's do when they are near dick. Clark

was a cute kid, if

you go for faggots.

"You gotten any head in the senior locker room? The cunt

mouth back there

is really good tonight."

"Ah.no.I ah." Clark didn't know what to say. His

own teenage

prick was getting achingly hard, as he hid it by standing

even closer to his

own urinal.

"That's right, you probably don't want any cunt mouth.

You would probably

rather be back there on your knees yourself, sucking on

jock dick, right, my

friend?"

"Ah, what are you.no that's not true.I'm

not."Clark was totally

flustered by the handsomest boy in the school.

"Oh come on, Fuckface, you can con the other guys, but

not me. I know a

faggot when I see one. You can't take your eyes off my

dick, can you? You

want a better look?"

With that, Pete turned and started to piss all over

Clark's tuxedo pants.

He pissed up onto the kids hip, and down to his shoes.

Clark squeeled like a

stud pig and pulled away, revealing his pulsing pink

hardon. Pete laughed

and pissed right on the boy's dick and all over the front

of his pants. Then

he cut off his piss flow.

"Kneel down!"

"What? Come on, Pete, get serious!"

"I am serious. Deadly serious. Kneel down, faggot, or I

will tell every

senior that you hit on me in the toilet and begged to suck

my dick. You know

they will believe me. So fucking kneel down now!"

"But you pissed all over the floor.I'll."

"You will shut your fucking mouth and kneel down!

Clark Stimky knelt down in the puddle of piss at his

feet. Pete stood

over him with his fat dick in his hand. Then he pissed

again, all over the

boy's face. Piss cascaded down the kid's face, ran from his

chin and soaked

his white tux shirt. Pete made sure the piss flow covered

the boy's face.

Nose. Eyes, Mouth. He especially coated those full young

teenage boy lips.

"You know, Clark, if you are a real good boy and do what

I say, I just

might let you suck my dick some time. Now stick your face

in the urinal and

start to lick it clean."

Clark was emitting little sobs as he licked the urinal,

and Pete finished

his piss on the back of the boy's hair. Then he zipped up

and headed back

toward the prom. He saw Phil Benton coming out of the

locker room. Phil was

a weird kid, but built like a brick shithouse and great on

the football

team. He was carrying something in his hand that Pete

recognized.

"What you got there, Phil?" Pete said slapping the big

dumb lug on the

back.

"Huh? Oh nothing Pete, Just a used condom. I forgt to

throw it out in the

locker room and not I gotta find a trash can."

"Phil, you mean to tell me you wore a rubber to get a

blow job?"

"Fuck yeah.you don't know where those slutty freshman

twat mouths have

been or what diseases they might carry. I ain't taking no

chances."

Phil was big, as I said, and he held up this huge

streteched out

elongated condom with the bottom third filled with milky

yellow white cum.

"Jesus Christ, Phil, you shoot a big load!"

"Yeah, that's what they say!" The huge guy smiled

sheepishly.

"You know what, buddy, I'll take that dicksheath off

your hands. I can

play a good joke on Marcy with it."

"You fucking with me?" Phil didn't like to be teased

because of his

dumbness.

"No, my man, I am not shitting you! I have a really good

idea. Now just

give me that used cocksack." Pete took the disgusting cum

filled rubber in

one hand and held in his pocket. Then he sauntered back

into the prom. He

found Marcy in the corner talking with a bunch of other

girls who were

wondering where their dates were.

"There you are, sweetie, I been looking all the fuck over

for you."

"I've been looking for you too. What took you so long?"

She was such a

pretty girl. So petite and innocent looking with great

tits.

"Come here, I got a surprise for you. Now close your

eyes and open your

mouth."

"Pete, really not here in front of everyone. You know

how shy I am."

"I love you and you love me, and I don't care who the

fuck knows it!" He

flashed her his sexiest smile. His eyes danced merrily. She

leaned in and

opened her mouth. He took the cum filled condom from his

pocket and put it

in her mouth.

Her eyes grew wide as she tasted the rubber dick sheath

with the cock

snot leaking out of it.she gagged and reached up to remove

it, but Pete put

his hand over her mouth.

"I did that for you baby, special from me to you. That's

what took me so

long. I did that just for you. Now be a good girl, and show

me how much you

love me and suck that rubber clean for me."

Marcy's eyes took on a confused look, but she loved Pete

so much, and he

was always up to some kind of foolishness. She was not

afraid to taste his

cum. She did it three or four times a day. So she sucked on

the dirty

condom.

"That's my Girl! Now what say we dance?"

Marcy couldn't answer with her mouth full of cum and

rubber. But she

nodded her head.

"Oh, one more thing." Pete led his girlfriend into a

darkened corner of

the gym. "I been wanting to do this all night." He reached

up under her

prom dress and peeled her panties down. Marcy tried to

protest, but her

mouth had a rubber in it.

"You know I fucking hate it when you wear underwear

under your skirts.

Well, the same goes for a prom dress. I like it when your

pussy is naked and

free and beautiful!" He saw a Freshman boy, a prom helper,

serving punch

and tossed the panties to him.

"Here kid, a souvenir from the prom, Marcy's panties. If

you hurry, you

can still smell her cunt and suck some of her pussy juice

from them."

"Pete, Please, not so loud." Marcy said, taking the

rubber from her

mouth. The Freshman boy could not believe what he was

seeing. Pete took the

rubber and held it up.

"Put it on your tongue."

"But Pete, I swallowed most of your."

"Put it on your tongue, clean out the inside way down to

the tip."His

dick was hard again already. The freshman boy had abandoned

the punch table,

probably to go suck on the panties in the boys' can and

jerk off.

"Let's dance, Bitch." Pete swung Marcy out on to the

dance floor. Old

Miss Franken whom the kids called Frankenstein smiled and

turned to Miss

Theophile. "Don't they make a lovely couple. So romantic."

Marcy sucked on the rubber on her tongue, swallowing

Phil Benton's

fuckslop. Pete smiled, closing his eyes and dreaming of

fucking the shit out

of Marcy's little sister. It wouldn't be long and he'd have

his dick balls

deep in the little bitch. The flat chested bald pussied

little cunt was just

asking for it every time she batted her big eyes at Pete.

Pete wanted to

bat her in the face with his hard dick! Soon.after

tonight. After Marcy

got gang fucked by every stud in the senior class! After

tonight, Marcy

would be nothing but the high school cum dump! And that was

just the way

Pete wanted her. He himself could not wait to fist fuck

her. She of course

never let him put more than three fingers up her twat when

they were "Making

Love." She complained that it hurt too much. He smiled as

he wondered

briefly how she would feel when he was in her up to his

forearm! With his

other hand up her ass! Oh yeah, it was going to be a great

Prom Night!