The next day came and went; I trod through all my routines quietly and calmly. My fantasy had finally been realized -- almost exactly the way I had imagined -- yet I couldn't help but feel a bit empty. Giving a hot blowjob and then going home to jerk myself off every couple of weeks was not what I wanted. Then again, facing Dalton was not an option for me either. I decided to continue my life without letting our encounter affect it, hoping secretly and desperately that Dalton would approach me. The next day, we had practice.
I arrived at the high school a half an hour before practice so that I could help set up the equipment in the practice room for rehearsal. I walked through the double doors to the back entrance and as I turned the corner, I was knocked flat onto my back, the wind sucked from my chest. I struggled for air and lay there writhing, while the boy who had run into me got up and reached for my arm to help me. I was pulled back onto my feet and regaining my composure, saw my assaulter directly. My breath was almost stolen again and my first instinct was to pull away and run down the hallway to the safety of the band room, but I was held fast, my wrist locked into his grasp.
"Don't you run from me..." he whispered in a commanding voice. Dalton quickly looked in both directions of the deserted hallway and then pulled me into the nearest boy's restroom.
"You know, I've been thinking." All I could do was stare back into his brown eyes with lust and fear.
"When I put your hand on me, I was just joking. I didn't think that you'd actually leave it there. But your hunger for the dick got the better of you, didn't it?" I nodded in compliant response.
"But I liked it, now that I remember, and I wanted to ask you something..." He shoved his face toward mine and pressed his lips hard into my own. He was a bit sloppy, but passionate, and he pulled away just looking at me. Before I could say or do anything, he was back on me. But this time, his lips spread a little and his tongue floated its way into my mouth as his thickening dick pushed into my groin. I inhaled and my knees weakened with the sweet, musky smell of his body on me and his tongue still interlocked with mine. Too soon, he pulled back once more and exhaled onto my face.
"Don't be late to practice," Dalton chided and smirked as he left me against the wall breathless. I waited for my boner to go away before leaving the bathroom and heading toward the band room. Practice was exceptionally normal except for the looks I would get from Dalton every few minutes. They were somewhere between a disapproving grimace and a shit-eating grin.
My mom texted me during our 5-minute break. It read "Headed to convention in Miami. Won't be home until Sunday. Sorry about the short notice." It was Thursday and I now needed a ride home. After practice, everyone seemed to flee the building, as if they knew what kind of trouble I was in and wanted to avoid it. It seemed even Dalton had left in the post-practice frenzy, so I was left alone to clean up the equipment storage room. I finished and began to walk home. It was dark and a bit breezy, but overall a beautiful fall evening. I always loved the somber solitude of the evening, with everybody tucked away in their living rooms or beds, I felt like I was the commander of the night. Besides, I convinced myself, I only lived about 2 miles from the high school, and I would be home in no time.
Unfortunately, Mother Nature didn't favor the splendors of the autumn evening as much as I did, and she cast a rain upon it. I couldn't have been 10 minutes into my walk that I was utterly caught in a torrent. I tried to cover myself with my backpack, but I was getting soaked nonetheless. A car pulled up next to me, slowing to a crawl on the shoulder of the road and rolled down the passenger window. Now, I was always taught never to talk to strangers, much less take rides from them on stormy nights, but I was rather desperate.
"You look like you could use a lift..." the stranger called out the window.
"I really do, thanks so much. I don't live far at all...I hope it's not much trouble." I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, waiting for my eyes to adjust from the brightness of the high beams to the glow of the dimly lit cockpit.
"Anything for you, babe." My ears must have deceived me. I turned my head to the left, shaking some rain from my face in the process and saw Dalton's soft grin. I suppose I had this coming, but my jaw dropped anyway. I began to stutter,
"How...why are you...but you went home like 20 minutes ago."
"I stopped for some ice cream at Dairy Queen after. I always do that after practice."
"Well, I guess...it doesn't matter. Just drive."
Dalton drove in silence to my place. I suppose he could sense my frustration with him, but he didn't know that it stemmed mostly from my burning lust for him. That and a mix of that nasty feeling you get when you realize karma just got you back for something pretty big. But I swallowed my anxieties and sat calmly while his little car bumped down the hills to my house. We soon arrived and I unbuckled my seatbelt, poised to jump out of the car at the soonest possible opportunity. I must have missed the click of the locks on the doors, because I pulled at the handle anyway when Dalton put the car into park.
"Ah, ah, ah...you didn't think this ride was free, did you?" Damn.
"I'm going to have to request some payment for this. And I don't take cash." Damn, damn.
"Hmm, it seems nobody's home. Just you, tonight?" he asked, already knowing the answer and reveling in satisfaction.
"Yeah..." I sighed, defeated. I considered the inevitable. Why was I protesting to let his hot boy come into my vacant house and have his way with me? Maybe I felt like he was crossing boundaries? Then again, maybe I should widen my boundaries. I figured I could always talk to Dalton about my feelings later, but for now,
"Alright, let's go in." I opened the car door and Dalton followed me to my front door. I stepped into the dark house and inhaled, enjoying the scents of my own home. Somehow, it felt like with Dalton in it, it would never be the same, like his pheromones would fuse with my own and change the smell of my house. Dalton wasn't shy about being a guest, as he took off his shoes and flopped down on the couch in the den next to the foyer. I went to the bathroom and when I came back out, the TV was on and Dalton was rummaging through my DVD collection.
"Yo, you got any porn?"
"Of course I do, what do I look like, 12?" Ouch, even I was surprised by the sting in my voice that time. What was getting into me? "Besides, I wouldn't keep it with the rest of my family's DVDs, and it's only gay."
"I don't mind." Dalton responded almost too politely. I went up to my room and grabbed one of my favorite homemade, pirated DVDs from my stash and brought it down to the den. I put it in the DVD player and switched the TV to auxiliary input. Dalton watched pensively the whole time. I sat back on the couch, pretty far from him, as the porn started. We both watched for a couple minutes, only breathing, and I started to think that Dalton was chickening out. What was I doing, though? Two days ago, I had sucked this boy's dick like there was not tomorrow and now I was too shy to jerk it with him? What the hell, I thought, pulling down my shorts.
I was already a bit hard in anticipation, so I was at full mast after a minute or two of focusing on the porn and trying to ignore Dalton. I looked over to him finally, and saw him rubbing at his bulge with his pants still on.
"Oh, come on." I said and yanked down his shorts and underwear in one motion. His massive dick flopped up and smacked his belly, and it wasn't even completely hard yet. I salivated just looking at it and the hand that I had been stroking with slowed down to a stop involuntarily. I simply stared at him, he at me. Suddenly, he leaped over to me and landed on my side of the couch, his mouth sealed to mine and his dick grinding hard against my own. This was ecstasy. I craned my head up to reach his better and Dalton's tongue swirled around my mouth feeling every nook and cranny of it. I put my hands down and pulled his ass cheeks apart, running my palms over the soft dusting of fur that crept from his huge bull balls around to his virgin hole.
"Mmmmh..." was the only sound Dalton could make with his mouth on mine and his hands in my hair. Soon, he leaned back and pulled me up off my back and stared at me as if to say, "You know what I want, now give it to me." I gave it to him and took his entire throbbing cock into my mouth. I choked on it at first -- I had underestimated it in my memory of its length and girth - but soon breathed and swallowed it all down. One thing that would always surprise me about Dalton, even into my later years, was the amount of precum this boy had. It flowed like a water fountain from his dick hole and I loved every ounce of it. I took a moment to savor the saltiness of it each time he flexed his dick and some more came out, before using my tongue to spread it around the head of his cock and then down the base. Whatever was left, I would happily lap up like a little puppy.
This sucking, tasting, spreading, and swallowing of the precum went on for what seemed like hours. Each time Dalton would get close, his breathing would become rapid and his core muscles would clench, and his hands would grab my head or shoulders, and each time I would reluctantly pull off his dick and go up to his face, where I would suck on his tongue and drink in the sweet scent of his musk. Finally, Dalton started breathing heavily again and I was preparing to stop sucking for a moment when his burly arms pressed down on my head, and his pelvis thrust into my mouth as he released a guttural groan. I was unable to move, stuck with his gargantuan cock in my mouth when he pushed his hips up farther than ever before and exploded in me.
"Uggghhhh!" he cried as he experienced what must have been the best orgasm he had ever had. I love to swallow loads and I could hardly keep up with him as volley after volley of hot cum went down my throat. I sucked and Dalton lay there until his dick began to grown soft once more, both of us caught in a lustful stupor. He shot up suddenly, reaching for his underwear.
"I, I have to go," Dalton stuttered as he pulled up his shorts and groped around for his keys.
"Wait, why? I don't mind if you stay..." I pleaded. "Wouldn't you like shower?"
"I just, I have to go." With that he stormed out the front door and into the rain. I looked blankly at the porn that was still going on loop and sighed. After hitting the power button on the TV, I trudged up the stairs and fell into my bed, and into a deep, but restless sleep.