The Ballad of Dick Breath – Tory’s Story Part 1

I knew Tory in high school, we weren’t friends, but it was a small town in upstate NY and everyone here knows everyone. Tory is my age, 46, so we were in the same grade all through school. She was the youngest of three daughters. I remember the middle sister, she was only one year ahead of us, but the older sister was significantly older, like eight years older than us. Tory’s family lived on a farm and never really had a lot growing up, her father was an abusive drunk and the mother did what she could to look out for the girls. Like I said, we weren’t friends, not that we disliked each other, but rather, we just ran in different circles. In our senior year a rumor went around school that she had blown three guys and people started calling her dick breath, that nickname stuck with her until we graduated. I never saw her again after that until last year.

I work for the state, so I’m not going to get specific, but this woman came in, not for the area that I work in, but for a related office. She was wearing faded jeans that were a little loose and low cut, barely hanging onto her hips with a tank top that was tight and ended several inches from the start of her jeans, showing off her midriff. Her skin was very tan and as she walked past me, I noticed a tattoo on her lower back. I figured it was a tramp stamp of some tribal design, but then I saw a word, ‘Anal’ written in Old English text with an arrow that pointed down, the tip hidden beneath her jeans. Shocked, I looked at the woman again, at her face, and I realized that I recognized her.

She did look a bit distraught, so I went over and asked if she was ok.

Tory recognized me and we sat together and chatted, like I said, we were never really friends, so the conversation was very superficial at first, but then we said we should meet up for coffee and catch up. We did and we had a good time. We meet weekly now for a coffee at a little shop on our Main St. And in those one hour clips she explained to me what she’d been up to for the last twenty eight years. That’s the story I’m telling you now, Tory’s story. I’m writing it from her perspective with her permission.

It was the Christmas break during my senior year at high school, my sister Mary was back from her first semester of college. She had graduated the year before me, but her best friend, Amy, was in my grade, so Amy was over the house a lot. I always looked up to Mary and I always wanted to hang out with her, Mary, however, wasn’t as excited to hang out with me, I suppose it’s because our mother used to make Mary take me wherever she went. Still, I wanted to hang out with Mary, but I couldn’t stand Amy, she was always a real bitch.

Anyways, one night during break they were heading out to a party and mom asked Mary to take me along. Mary did, reluctantly, and then once at the party, they abandon me. That was fine though, the people here were mostly older than me by a few years, but I knew a few of them. At one point I went to look for Mary and Amy and found them doing coke in a bedroom. Amy asked if I wanted to try, almost daring me. Not wanting to seem like I was a baby, I did it, and the rest of the night was amazing. I had such a good time, but more, I hung out with Mary and Amy that whole night and we had a blast.

We did more coke the next night and the next after that and every night of Christmas break. Mary didn’t have school again until mid-January, but Amy and I had to start back at high school on the second or third of January. Amy was still a bitch to me at school, but once we got home and were with Mary, everything was cool between us – Amy was a real cunt, I’m sorry to use that word, but that’s what she was. She was fake and manipulative, she’d be sweet to me in front of Mary and then treat me like trash behind her back, shit like that.

Anyways, we basically partied the entire time Mary was home, at first I gave it no though, doing coke along with Mary and Amy like it just fell from the heavens, but as it grew closer to the time Mary would go back to college, I realized that I had no idea how I’d get more – and I needed more, it felt so goddam amazing.

Before she left, I asked Mary where to buy it and she told me that Amy would take me. I went the first time with Amy and she introduced me to Brad, a guy that I was familiar with from school. He was a few years older than me, he wasn’t one of the jocks, but still a popular guy. He skied a lot and had this real surfer vibe and just seemed like a nice guy.

I had a shitty part time job at a mini grocery store that I worked on weekends and a few days after school, I certainly wasn’t raking in cash, but I made enough to put gas in my car and buy some things here and there. At first I could afford to buy from Brad, I just had to give up on the extra stuff that I’d buy, but soon it became more and more. Eventually I was giving him damn near my pay every week with barely any money to put in my car.

After a long weekend, I had partied way too much and had nothing left but still had four more days unit I got paid. I went to Brad’s apartment hoping to beg for some with a promise to pay later. I went to the apartment and Brad was there with two of his friends, I’d seen them there before, nice guys, sleazy looking, but nice enough. Brad was always in party mode, every time I saw him he had a beer and smelled like weed and he’d always offer everyone who walked in a beer or a hit if he was smoking. I always said no, but this time I took a beer.

“The usual?” he asked.

“Yeah, but I can’t pay right now.” I said, embarrassed, “But I’ll get the money to you, I promise.”

“That’s not how this works.” He shrugged, not being a dick, just straight forward.

I sat quiet drinking my beer, figuring that was it.

“Do you want some now?” he asked, getting up from his couch then disappeared into his bedroom, coming back out a few moments later holding a bag.

My god I wanted it. Honestly, I’d never had wanted anything so badly in all my life. The guys on the couch leaned forward, obviously getting ready to partake.

“Please.” I nodded.

“Alright, but you have to take your gear off.”

“What?” I didn’t know what he meant, I looked at the two guys on the couch and they were smirking. Brad sat back down and shook some of the coke out onto the table, chopping it up with a reward card from the mini grocery store that I worked at.

“Your clothes,” he said, “take off your clothes.”

“Seriously?” he asked, “I mean, I don’t run a charity, ask Amy or your sister.”

I was absolutely stunned and didn’t know what to say, nor did I know what to expect once I took my clothes off. My sister and Amy!!! And I’d had sex before, sure, but only a handful of times with one guy that I had been dating for a while. My initial reaction was to say no, to walk out, but goddam did I want that coke, I wanted that feeling. I stood up and started to strip, nothing sexy, I wouldn’t have known how, just pulling off my clothes. I sat back down to take off my socks and then crossed my legs and arms doing my best to hide myself.

Brad glanced up and laughed, “Come on, you have to do better than that. Stand up, take a twirl.” He said, spinning his hand in a circle.

I stood up, I must have been purple with embarrassment, and turned.

“Bush!!!” one of the two on the couch yelled and Brad and the other guy laughed.

“Oh my god, Brad said, leaning forward, “Look at it, it’s not a bush it’s a fucking forest.”

The coke was all chopped into lines, Brad stood and took a step towards me, looking down at my body, he ran his index finger down one breast and over my nipple – I realized then that they were rock hard. His hand went down my side and then reached around to cup my ass, he gave a squeeze and then let go, stepping back.

Looking back down, he said, “You’re going to have to fix that though.” He smirked, and it wasn’t dickish, it was actually cute in a way.

“Go ahead.” Brad stepped aside and motioned toward the cut up coke.

I sat on the floor and did a line, then the two on the couch, then Brad. We talked and drank some beer and little by little I lost that self-conscious feeling. We did more coke and drank more beer and were just having a blast. I was sitting on the floor, basically at Brads feet and the couch with the two guys was just off to my left.

At one point Brad says, “Come here.” I start to get up but he puts a hand on my shoulder, “No, stay down, just come here.”

I only had to turn around really, so I did and watched as he pulled his cock out, already half hard, “Time to pay up.” He said, then gently guiding my head down to his cock.

You might think this is horrible, but it wasn’t, first, coke makes me incredibly horny, I mean out of control can’t get enough cock horny, and I was actually starting to like Brad. I went to it, sucking as best as I could – not that I had all that much experience.

“Whoa,” he said, pulling back a bit, “watch those teeth.”

“Sorry.” I said, taking his cock from my mouth.

“Ok, just do what I tell you.” He smiled, “Open wide.”

I did. He guided my head down to his cock, my hand went to the base but he pushed it away, “No hands.” He said, then began pumping his cock in my mouth.

He wasn’t large, maybe five inches or so, but still, his cock was hitting the back of my throat and I’d gag a bit each time, I tried to pull up to get the drool off my chin but he held me, not hard, but firm, “No, just keep going.”

I did. Just about every thrust I gagged, at first I tried to keep it in, but eventually I just gagged, loud, but kept going until he was ready to cum. He held my head then and began to thrust harder and faster, I almost couldn’t breathe with all the spit and drool, and then he came and it shot right down my throat. I coughed and coughed and burped cum, god it was gross, and I laughed, drool and spit and cum forming a long line off my nose.

“Good girl.” Brad moaned, leaning further back into the chair, I smiled, satisfied, “Now go practice on them.” He said, nodding toward the two on the couch.

I was hesitant, I mean, it was weird, blowing three guys, but he had given me plenty of coke and they seemed nice enough. I crawled over to them and one at a time blew each.

We hung out for a few more hours and I eventually had to go home. I cleaned up and got dressed, I was hoping that Brad was going to give me some coke when I left but he didn’t offer any, so I asked, and he said, “Come see me tomorrow.”

I didn’t have any money the next day and so I traded a blowjob for coke again, this time it was just Brad. Over the next few weeks, I’d buy what I could, but I was doing more and more and so more and more I found myself naked blowing guys. Most of the time it was Brad and those same two guys, other times it was just Brad, and then, every once in a while, there would be a different guy.

I had shaved like Brad had said, first I just trimmed but he didn’t care for that, so then I just shaved completely. I started doing my hair before going to see him, wearing things that I’d hope he’d like, I don’t know, I felt like he was my boyfriend or something.

Anyways, one day, I’m there, on my knees and coked up, sloppy from two blowjobs already and working on the third guy when a knock comes. I was startled and almost shot up, but Brad told me to keep going. He opened the door and Amy walked in and began to laugh.

“You fucking slut.” She said, looking down at me, I could feel the sneer on her face.

“Bitch, what are you talking about?” Brad said, screwing his face up as he looked at her, “I know what you’ve done for some blow.”

That wiped the smirk off Amy’s face.

“So, what can we do for you?” Brad asked, sitting back down, “Grab a beer if you want.” He offered, nodding toward the fridge.

I didn’t hear the answer, the guy I was blowing grabbed my head and began to thrust, moaning, then came. I was getting better, I didn’t gag as much, but I still couldn’t help all the drool, and when they came in my throat like that I always burped, so cum and spit would sometimes shoot out my nose.

“Come here.” Brad said, I looked up and realized he was talking to me, I crawled over, I was about to wipe my face with my arm when he said, “No, she’ll take care of it.”

I looked up, confused, settling into the spot where I normally sit on the floor next to Brad.

“Go ahead Amy,” he nodded toward me, “Clean her up.”

Amy started to get down, giving me a filthy look but Brad said, “You’re awfully overdressed, don’t you think?”

Amy sighed, stood back up, threw her clutch on a chair and began to take her clothes off. I’d seen Amy naked before at home in my sister’s room when she was changing, so it was no big deal. She was skinny and bone white, she shaved too, but there was stubble, it had been a few days, a feint brassy red haze over tiny red lips.

“Good, now clean her up like a good cum rag.”

Amy knelt down in front of me and pushed my hair away from my face, it was actually nice, intimate, she held my face like a lover and bent down, kissed me softly, and then began to lick the cum off my face. She slurped and kissed and licked and it felt wonderful, I kissed her back, not that I was attracted to her, but just the sensuousness of it all.

“That was fucking hot.” One of the guys on the couch said.

“Shit, you should see her and this one’s sister go at it.” Brad said.

Damn, I thought, thinking about my sister in a whole new light.

The five of us partied for a little while longer and eventually we all left. Amy had walked here so I gave her a ride home. And that was it.

The next day I went to school and was getting odd looks from different girls, guys were smirking at me, hell, at one point I went to the bathroom to see if there was something wrong with my hair. Nothing. All morning long I heard whispers and giggles all around me, finally in the locker room before gym I found out what it was all about.

“Hey” one of the girls said, loudly, right as a whole class of girls was getting changed in the locker room, “I heard you blew three guys last night, is that true?”

I froze, only for a moment, but they saw, “No.” I said, screwing up my face.

“Does your breath smell like dicks after blowing that many guys?” she asked.

“Dick breath.” Someone laughted, then a small chorus of girls laughed and chanted “Dick Breath.” Over and over.

Not everyone in the locker room said something, but everyone had heard and most were laughing. That’s what this was all about, that’s what all the whispering and giggling was about, all morning long these people were laughing at me, calling me dick breath.

One of them said, “Amy told us all about it, don’t lie, dick breath.” And I wanted to die.

I didn’t change for gym, I put my stuff back in my backpack and walked out to the jeers of that small group of girls.

I left the school then, got in my car and drove over to Brad’s. Man did I need some coke.

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