Desperate Times 6
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All events are fiction. All characters are a figment of imagination.
I just managed to get my breath back. Starring down at Bobby. With what must be the stupidest grin on my face. Thankfully Bobby has a similar grin. Both of us smiling like idiots. I know this was my first sexual encounter, wonder if it's also Bobby's. Should I kiss him?
- Slam * "Hey Bobby, you up?"
"Shit! That's my brother!" Euphoric smiles turn to panicked stares.
"Uh, yeah, just getting in the shower!" Bobby shouts back, looking past me to the open door.
"Dude, you need to get changed and go!" Two naked teens, one covered in cum, the other leaning in for a possible kiss. Not a compromising position at all.
"Right, yeah." Shaking off my `deer in headlights' impression, I crawl my way back down Bobby's bed.
Taking one last glance at the cum covered chest and stomach. I wish I had time to take a pic. Or at least lay with him and enjoy the after cum glow longer. But as Bobby rolls off the bed, wiping the cum with an old pair of boxers, our moment together has passed.
Thankfully I dressed light, makes putting clothes back on much easier and faster. Slipping my bare feet into my trainers I freeze. Bobby must have noticed the sudden lack of movement. Standing from getting clothes out of a small drawer he looks at me.
"Try and sneak out. If he sees you just say you were bringing me something, okay?" Still naked Bobby shuffles over to me, clothes in his hands.
"Sorry about this, we'll talk later alright?" I just nod.
Bobby squeezes past me, I assume to go to the shower. Better get this over with.
Peering down the stairs, there's no sign of Wayne, Bobby's older brother. There's noise coming from what I assume to be the kitchen. Might as well make my escape. Taking each step as gently as I can makes no difference, the floor boards under my feet are still creaking.
Damning British craftsmanship I finally finish the agonising walk down the stairs, the door now in reach, my escape to freedom!
"Hey, what you doing sneaking about?" Yeah, wasn't to be.
"Huh, me?" Turning round to face our schools ex-rugby star, dumbly pointing at myself, I can't help but notice he's not as tall as I remember.
Sure I last saw him being paraded in assemblies at school, the rugby team had won a tournament or something, and that was 2 years ago, and in those two years I have grown to my full 6'1", but for some reason I still expected the height gap to be the same.
"Yeah, the stranger walking around my house." Taking a sip from his can, Wayne's eye don't leave mine.
"Oh, right, I was just giving Bobby something." Not able to take the stare of his pale blue eyes, I turn my head, looking around the room.
"Giving him something that meant he had to shower?" My head suddenly snaps back to face Wayne. Does he know?
Do I smell of cum? Can he smell cum? Do I look post sex? Shit, I'm probably flushed, hair stuck to my face and everywhere else.
"No, he, uh, left something on the coach yesterday." Quick thinking under pressure!
"Relax mate, just fucking with y'u." A smile spreads across his face.
"Did the squirt play yesterday?" Wayne moves towards the sofa, finally no longer looking at me.
"Uh, yeah, got in on a few games." Bobby had a run out after Lee had been sent off in our last game. I was too pissed to take in what his ass looked like running in shorts.
"Really?" Wayne looks back to me, his eye brow raised in disbelief.
"Um, yeah." I can imagine it's pretty daunting for Bobby, being the brother of a rugby star and only being able to make the bench.
Having put is can down on the table, Wayne starts to undo the dark blue dungarees he's been wearing.
"You work as a mechanic now?" Now undone, the dungarees reveal a stereotypical white wife beater underneath.
"Yeah, work with my dad. Monies good, but would rather be out of pops shadow you know?" The dungarees fall past his waste as he lets them pool around his feet, stepping out of them and sitting on the sofa in just the wife beater, black boxers and socks.
"Uh huh." Seeing him from the side I can tell he has decent pecks, though his legs lack the definition I assumed he'd have, what with being an ex-rugby player.
Turning the T.V. on, Wayne slumps back on the sofa.
Standing in the sudden uncomfortable silence, it hits me as odd. Surely he should be working on a weekend? Probably why Bobby was so alarmed at him being home.
"How come you're home so early?" I've never actually met Wayne before, just know him from his reputation from school, so the casual nature of the conversation is kind of weird.
"Pop's over staffed. The other guys are more experienced so he asked if I wanted the day off." He didn't look up from the T.V., apparently he doesn't seem to care that someone is just standing around his living room.
Leaning forward he grabs his can once again, taking another sip he sits back, letting his hand wonder down his boxers, grabbing hold of his nuts. Probably just force of habit, but it's still weird how comfortable he seems to be around a complete stranger.
"You got much on today?" This time Wayne turns to look at me. I just about manage to tear my eyes
away from his crotch to look at him.
"Naw. Parents are out, so got place to myself. But no plans." For a moment Wayne's face changes. Sort of a curious look.
"Snap. Hey, you mind if I use your shower?" The fuck?
Getting up Wayne turns off the T.V., puts down his can and gets up off the coach, heading to a small table with a bowl of keys on. Watching Wayne I realise; I've been slowly shuffling towards him. When he caught me I was basically at the door, now I'm pretty much standing by the sofa. The fuck did that happen?
"Bobby'll take forever and I stink man. Come on, I'll drive." Not putting on any more clothes, nor shoes, Wayne walks through the kitchen and out the back door. I follow him to the small garden, only a clothes line, a bench and small shed to speak of. Watching Wayne's butt in his boxers I have no idea what's happening.
Still following Wayne in confused silence, we exit the garden into the back streets, right outside is an old red Peugeot 207, a bit beat up, but apparently still drivable. This is really weird. Why am I just following along like a lost puppy?
Still in silence I get into the Passenger side of the Peugeot. Smells a bit damp.
"Where we headed?" He looks at me with a beaming smile.
"36, Market Avenue." My own face is a mask of confusion.
"Brill, not far." Setting his eyes back on the road we carefully make our way out of the alley. I imagine it's hard to drive in just socks.
"Wayne, why are we going to my place?" I had to ask, the confusion was driving me nuts.
"To have a shower." He spoke with such certainty, as if it was all so obvious.
"But-"
"You're Tim Michaels aren't you?" He gave a glance my way, making sure not to take his eyes off the road for too long.
"Whu? How'd you know my name?" Seriously, this is really fucking weird now.
"We occasionally got to miss lessons to go watch the other sports teams. For someone who gets picked for the starting 11 the coach does sure shout at you a lot."
It's true. To be honest even after 5 years of being on the school football team I still don't know what the coach actually wants me to do. Sometimes he wants me to protect the back four, other times I'm supposed to be getting into the box. I don't think coach knows where I should be playing. Though I guess he doesn't have to worry any more.
"Oh. Makes sense." But why would he remember my name? Surely after 2 years you'd have forgotten the lanky kid, aimlessly running around a field.
"This yours with the drive?"
"Yeah." In less than 5 minutes we're at my door. Still don't know why he's showering at mine.
Still in just a wife beater, boxers and socks, Wayne parks the car and walks up to the door. Following him up the drive it occurs to me how odd this would look to my neighbours. Best get inside quick!
Unlocking and opening the door I show Wayne into my house. The front door opens up to the kitchen, past that the sitting room. A flight of twisty stairs on your right takes you up to the first floor.
"Do you usually go out in just boxers?" Not that I'm complaining. Through the loose material I can tell he has a nice ass and good sized cock.
"Didn't see much point getting changed. Where's the shower?" With Wayne now in my house it's pointless asking why.
Leading him up the stairs I show him to the room at the end of the corridor, opposite my own.
"There you are, clean towels are on the shelf, feel free to use any of the shampoos and shower gels." Moving a-side for Wayne to get into the bathroom I turn to go into my own room.
"Hey, you need to show me how to work it." I give him a quizzical look as he removes his wife beater.
He's obviously not done much sport since leaving school. While his abs are still visible the look a bit soft. Still amazing. My tired, soft and confused dick starts to appreciate it.
"Turn the left knob to turn it on, right nob to change temperature. It has numbers on it so you know how hot or cold you want it." He bends over to remove his socks. His ass looks to have lost none of its muscle.
"You should take a shower as well. Don't want to be mean but I smelt the sweat and cum on you before I saw you dude." As my face goes red, Wayne drops his boxers.
Turning towards me I take in his naked body. His flaccid cock covers his balls, probably about 6 inches soft. Through my embarrassment and hardening cock I know I have to get out of this situation.
"I'll have one after." Turning once again to head into my room, this time I'm stopped by Wayne grabbing my arm. Pulling me into the bathroom he shuts and locks the door behind us.
"Come on mate, showers big enough for two. You can help me wash my back." He isn't wrong. The bathroom's small, but it doesn't have a bath, just a big shower. Very spacious.
Wayne opens the shower door and steps in, leaving me just standing, confused, shocked and hard in the middle of my bathroom.
"Need to get naked first mate." Turning on the shower, Wayne stands under the spray of water.
Why am I being so reluctant? A hot guy is currently inviting you to shower with him. Go for it!
Stripping out my clothes, my dick fully hard, red, and covered in dried cum. With the rush to get dressed I never had time to wipe my cock.
Fully naked I step into the shower behind Wayne, closing the shower door behind me. Now what? Wayne had already started soaping up his chest and arms. Being so close I'm just able to see over Wayne's dark, short hair. Huh, I'm actually taller than him. Should I actually wash his back? Maybe start with his broad shoulders?
Moving forward to grab some shower gel my hard cock presses up against the top of Wayne's ass.
"That for me mate?" Fuck. My erection was pretty obvious, even without being naked, and he did comment on me smelling of cum, but I think touching another dude with your dick is a social taboo.
"Don't worry, you don't think I know what you were doing with Bobby?" Turning just his head to look at me, Wayne must have seen the panic in my face. Don't worry? How the fuck am I not to worry?!
"Heard you when I came home, sounded like Bobby was enjoy it." Turning fully in my direction, the shower water pounds against Wayne's back. My erection reaches out and touching his.
"Leaving the door open wasn't the smartest idea." While it wasn't smart, the smirk on Wayne's face suggests it was enjoyed. Though how he snuck up those squeaky stairs without us hearing is a mystery.
"Got an amazing ass mate. Got me horny watching. Looks like you got skills." Implications are clear; he's horny and wants sucking.
I shouldn't be as horny as I currently am. Only shot like 10 minutes ago. But looking down at our cocks: his thick, an extra inch/inch and a half from being flaccid. My own 7 inches throbbing.
Looking back up to his face the command was wordless. The lust, desire and need in his eyes motivates me to start sinking to my knees.
Watching Wayne's fit body pass by I want to touch, caress, lick his pecs, abs, belly button, but I don't think he wants that sort of intimacy. Just a good blow. Lose his load.
My knees hitting the wet shower floor, my hands move up to take Wayne's cock. He's thick. His foreskin pulled fully back from being hard I give him a careful attempt at wanking his cock. Only having wanked a cock with loose foreskin I'm not sure how to really wank him.
"Get it wet with your mouth. Slobber on my knob." Gathering my spit on my tongue I lean towards his the big cock head, sticking out my tongue I coat it with my spit.
Leaning back I slide my hand up his cock, using my spit as lube to wank the head of his cock.
"Yeah mate, that's good. Rub the head." Holding his shaft with my left hand to steady his cock, I work his head with my right.
It doesn't take long for the spit to run out though, while the water dripping down helps a bit it's not what I need.
Taking my right hand off I look at the big, red head. Fucking mouth watering. No hesitation this time. No thinking about it, I dive on his cock, opening my mouth wide to take in the extra girth. Maybe Bobby broke the seal, broke the resistance, silenced the little voice in my head that tries to protect me from the gay bashing. Maybe I'm just cock hungry.
"Fuck yeah mate, that's good. Go down as far as you can take it." Sliding down about half way is all I can manage. The extra girth getting stuck in the back of my throat. Sliding back up again I feel Wayne's hands at the back of my head, gripping my hair, stopping my movement.
"Just relax mate, keep your mouth nice and wet." Spreading his legs, getting on tip toes, Wayne starts to thrust into my mouth.
This was nothing like with Bobby, with the exception of a few thrusts Bobby pretty much left the cock sucking up to me. Wayne's in charge of this one.
Every time his dick hits my throat I panic a little, expecting Wayne to force it down me, choking me or something. But despite his cries of "Take it, bitch" and "Swallow my cock" he actually wasn't trying to force it. Still I've got hold of his thighs to brace myself, push him off if needed.
Relaxing I concentrate on sucking and licking the cock ramming in and out of my mouth. Wayne's pulling back till just the head slips past my lips, then thrusting back in a couple of inches.
"Fucking suck it. Take my cock babe!" Don't have much choice. I'm sure he'd stop if I started pushing off, but there's something about the lack of control that's reassuring.
"Oh Fuck, not going to last long babe." Like, it's not gay if someone else is in control? That's stupid. But fuck it, its fucking hot!
"You going to eat my come babe? Yeah? Suck me dry!" Fuck, he's made that decision for me. I mean, I really wanted to eat Bobby's cum, but would I do it if I had control?
"Here it comes babe, fucking take my load!" Going up even higher on his toes, his cock head slowly jabbing in and out of my mouth I get my first taste of cum.
Thankfully Wayne isn't a shooter, all of his cum dribbles out onto my tongue. The taste isn't anything special, a bit salty, but definitely not unpleasant as it slides down my throat.
Barely getting my head around my first taste of cum when the cock's rudely snatched from my mouth. Looking up at Wayne, confused as to why he'd take his dick away so fast, I got a wide smile bending down towards me.
Grabbing me under the arms, Wayne lifts me to my feet, turns me around so my backs pressed up against his front, head leaning against my right shoulder, then reaches down and grabs my hard, dripping cock.
"Tell you what mate; the bitches never suck me like that." The feel of his hand, wanking my cock's too much. It feels like I'm going to explode!
"You're a dirty fucking cock sucker aren't you?" Wayne's words barely register as I feel myself on the edge.
"Cum for me you cock sucking slut!" As if by command my dick starts shooting.
Open mouthed, I watch as the first shot hits the shower door. My screams come out in silence as the second, third and fourth shots just lazily shot out in front of me. After cumming so much my balls must be emptying.
My dick and body drained, Wayne lowers to me to the shower floor, my legs like jelly unable to hold my weight.
"Thanks mate, fucking needed that. Ain't busted in days. Girls on the rag and the sluts can get a bit mouthy if you know what I mean." I just watch, breathing deeply, as Wayne gets out the shower and towels himself dry.
"I'll get your number from Bobby. See you again mate." Putting on the minimal clothes he came in wearing, Wayne leaves the bathroom with me still sitting, slumped on the shower floor. The water pounding down around my head.
Did he call me a cocksucker?