Several weeks had past since I had made my agreement with Dawson and we hadn't gotten back together. I was beginning to get anxious that he was no longer interested and maybe be shunning me. During classes my mind continually drift off thinking about getting into Dawson's crouch again, I'm sure giving me a noticeable bulge. Finally, while walking between classes, I saw Dawson coming the other direction. As he walked up he glanced down and gave a little smirk at my tented jeans, making me feel a bit flustered .
He ask, "What're you doing after school?"
With where this may be leading made me gulp and stammer, "I really don't have anything planned."
"Cool, meet me at my car after school," and walked off.
The afternoon classes were unbearable with my mind racing in anticipation. When the final bell rang, I hit my locker and threw my things in it hurriedly then practically ran to the parking lot, scanning for Dawson's car. I caught sight of him standing by his Bronco. "Ready to go?". I simply nodded with my heart pounding.
We jumped in and headed out of town towards the river. We rode in silence as my heart pounded. Coming to the road that ran by the river, we turned and followed it for couple miles. Dawson then turned off on to a trail that ran back into the trees by the river and came to a stop.
"I've been building up a big load for over a week," he said as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, "and I know you REALLY like sucking my cock." He pulled is jeans down to his ankles and sat back in the seat. "Get started!"
I immediately leaned over and took him down till my nose was deep in his lap, intoxicated with his day long mix of sweat and musk scent that I had missed for almost a month. He let a little gasp as I started working his shaft. "Damn, I missed that," and he put his hands on the back of my head and started pumping. I just let him continue fucking my mouth as his breath began getting quick and swallow. He finally threw is head back and lifted is up of the seat as a huge load of his juices flooded my mouth. It was hard to keep up with his jets of cum, but I was able to swallow it all.
"You are a great cocksucker," he said with a smile, "definitely serve your purpose." He started up the Bronco and we headed back into town.
Over the next month we took a couple more after school trips, but things started to wane after that. He had began to hang out with Greg, who was a varsity linebacker on the football team, and my time with him decreased. Admittedly, I was a bit jealous of Greg, but also pondered on an opportunity.
On day after school I caught up with Dawson as he was walking toward the parking lot. "You know I was thinking...." forming my thoughts, making him stop and look at me questioningly. "What if I told you you could give one of the blow jobs I owe you to Greg?" Then watched for his reaction as he thought about it.
"You really are a hungry cocksucker, aren't you?" Then responded, "Let me think about it, I'm not sure he wants a faggot sucking him." Greg was known to get his share of fucking and might not need a helping mouth, but I now put it out there for consideration.
After couple weeks, I thought it was a dead deal, when Dawson caught up with me as I was leaving school. "Come with me I got something that may interest you." We jumped in the Bronco and took off. After few minutes we pulled in a driveway that I recognized was Greg's house. Suddenly I became nervous at the situation, but Dawson motioned for me to get out and follow him. As he went to the door he said, "Greg's waiting down stairs in the game room." I followed him as we went down the stairs and found Greg sitting an overstuffed couch.
"Great Dawson, your right on time and brought your sissy friend as promised," he said with a grin. "Let's get this show going." Dawson went over and plopped down next to Greg, leaving me standing in the middle of the room looking at them. "I understand you love swallowing cum," he stated. I turned beet red, but could only nod. "Time for you to give us a show. Strip now!"
As I began disrobing, Greg went to the bar and brought back a Martini glass and put it on the coffee table in front of the couch. In a few minutes all my clothes were in a pile on the floor beside me and my cock was now rock hard pointing at my audience.
"Start stroking your cock!," Greg commanded. I did as I was told, cupping my balls with my left and jacking with my right. "When you cum you shoot every drop into that glass."
As I stroked, Dawson and Greg got their cocks out and played with themselves while watching. Soon I closed my eyes and got lost in the moment. As I neared climax, I remembered I had to fill the martini glass with my cum. Having not jacked off for over a day and thinking of sucking a couple nice cocks, I was building up a nice load along with the excitement of being watched. Soon as I reached the point of no return, I aimed my cock head into the glass and began shooting huge streams of creamy jizz into it. After tapping of the last drips off, I picked up the glass inspect the milky substance it contained.
"OK drink it!" I put the rim to my lips and got a whiff of my boy juice. Tipping it back a let it ooze into my mouth. "Lick the glass clean now." I did as told.
"You are quite the cum drinker and look like you enjoy it," Greg said as he stood up and dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. "Now it's time for you to drink all mine. Get down on your knees in front of me."
Greg stood 6'2" and 180 toned pounds. He had wavy sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, that made girls wild about him. Now I was going to service the thick 8 inches that was pointing at me. "Lick my balls," I lifted his shaft up and to the side and began working his sweaty balls with my tongue, making sure lick all totally clean. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me back so his cock head was on my lips. "Open and take it."
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, making sure my teeth were clear of his shaft. I defiantly didn't want to piss him off with bite marks. As I began taking him, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his massive cock deep into my throat. My eyes watered and I struggled to breath as he began fucking my mouth. I reached back and grabbed his solid ass helping him him get deep as he could. His cock was ramming hard and deep and I nearly passed out from being only able breath briefly between strokes. Greg's body began to quiver as he closed in on his climax. With a final thrust he unloaded his balls down my throat. Jets of seamen filled me. His salty man load was worth the pounding. I licked his cock clean as the erections subsided. Greg plopped down in the coach with a satisfied look and I knew I did my job well.
"Ok it's my turn." I totally forgot about Dawson , after servicing Greg. "Lay down on the floor". As I did, Dawson straddled my chest with his cock pointing at my mouth. "Let me fuck you're mouth again, it looked like you loved Greg doing it" He then leaned forward and propped himself up on his elbows. I was now looking at his bellybutton as he entered my mouth and started fucking it, pounding his cock downward into my waiting mouth. I reached up and massaged his balls as he pumped it deep as he could. "Ah yeah keep doing that," he said. He continued working his balls and felt them tighten up. Moving my hand back to rub his prostrate, it began pulsating as he flooded my mouth. I was now enjoying my third serving of cum. He stood up once he was totally drained and smiled, "you loved that didn't you, such a good cum slut." All I could do is shake my head yes and smile.
(To be continued)
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