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I shrugged and headed to the bathroom, figuring I'd try and bust a nut in the sink. And that's when I saw it, a note hastily scribbled on the mirror.
"call me in an hour, J"
Along with a phone number. My dick jerked, and I realized that tonight wasn't over. Not by a long shot. I stood in shock staring at the mirror. Wow, I might just be the luckiest guy on earth tonight.
I headed back into the room to clean myself up and switched on the TV for some noise. E! was on, interviewing red carpet guests from the awards show. They were just finishing up an awkward interview with Taylor Swift, when the camera turned and there he was, JB looking hot as ever, wearing the exact same outfit I had just seen him put on. They began asking him questions about his big win for the night, but all I could concentrate on were those full pink lips, and the fact that only five minutes before they had been wrapped tightly around my cock. The interview finished and the camera followed him walking away, I smiled to myself as I switched off the TV, I might be the only person watching who knew that the innocent little celeb wasn't wearing underwear. And even better than that, he was a hungry little cock-whore.
Realizing there was no way in hell that my boner was going down, I did my best to disguise it, straightened my shirt, and left the trailer, the pair of blue boxers tucked safely in my back pocket. The backlot was pretty much abandoned and I decided it would be safe to clock out now. I found my supervisor, who congratulated me on a job well done. As I walked to my car, my cock rubbed back and forth against my belt, and a wet spot appeared on my white shirt. I couldn't stop playing back the details of the night in my mind.
The image of him wildly jerking off -- his pale, uncircumcised teen dick -- his soft hand around my dick -- the roughness of his tongue on the underside of my cock.
Before I knew it I was home. I pulled into the driveway and headed into the apartment. When I opened the door I was greeted to the not entirely unwelcome sight of my roommate Chris, every bit the messy straight guy, sitting spread eagle on the couch in his boxers. Usually I would have stopped to admire the view, but tonight I was a man on a mission. Not to say I didn't let my eyes linger on his pale freckled body, with bulging muscles that put my lean ones to shame. I'm not ashamed to admit that Chris' ginger hair, strong jaw-line, and wrestlers body didn't hurt when it came to having him as a roommate. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) for me, he was very straight and didn't seem to have any inkling that I was otherwise.
"Bro, how was it? I watched on TV, looked fuckin' sick!"
"It was good, yea."
I checked my phone, it was almost an hour since JB had left me the note.
"Can I tell you about it later? I'm beat."
"Oh yea, for sure bro."
He slumped back down on the couch, itching his junk. I was mesmerized for a moment by his large bulge, encased in worn grey fabric, swaying back and forth heftily, but I yanked my eyes away and headed for my room. There would be plenty of time to fantasize about Chris, I had a date with the hottest kid singer in the country.
In my room, I breathlessly dialed the number. The phone rang. Once...twice...three times. Finally JB picked up.
"Hello?"
"H...hey, uh...it's me."
"Who?"
"Um, the guy who was in your trailer."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You...uh, you sucked my..."
"Dude, I'm totally kidding. So, you wanna finish what we started?"
My stomach leapt. Of-fucking-course I wanted to finish what we had started! There was literally nothing more on this earth that I wanted more than that. But I tried to keep my cool.
"Yea, I'd love to."
"Sweet. I'm at The Century Plaza. The Penthouse. Just don't let the guards see you."
"Wait, there are guards? I dunno about that..."
"Dude, calm down, I'm totally joking. They're all in bed by now. Just type in 3-3-45 and press Penthouse. See you soon?"
"Yea...yea!"
My hear was pounding as I quickly changed and crept out the window, didn't need Chris asking questions. I felt like a high school kid sneaking out to a party. Only this was going to be the most exciting party I'd ever been to, I was sure of it.
My fingers shook as I pressed in the code on the small gold keypad then jabbed at the "Penthouse" button. The elevator sprung to life and shot upwards. It reached the top floor and the doors sprung open. It took a while for me to process where I was but I soon realized I was standing in a huge living room, surrounded by glass windows, the whole of LA spread out below me. Suddenly JB's voice echoed from a door to the side.
"That you dude? Come on it."
I followed the voice and entered a large bedroom, the place was still dark, save for the glowing city lights below giving the room an orange glow. At first I didn't see him but as I grew accustomed to the low light I saw him, sitting on a chair staring over the city. The orange light glinted off his smooth skin. He stood up and slowly turned around. The glow of the city silhouetted his lean form, and it was only then I realized he was completely naked.
"Hey man, glad you came. But I think you're a bit overdressed."
He leisurely crossed the room until he stood directly in front of me, staring up at me, a mischievous look on his face. I could feel the warmth flooding off his body. And his rock hard penis jabbed into my in the thigh.
"So, where were we..."
He lowered himself onto his knees in front of me and quickly undid my belt and yanked down my pants. My rock hard prick fell out, and he grabbed it immediately.
"You really like dick, don't you." I muttered.
"Yea, but I really can't do anything with guys. You're only the second guy I've been with."
His response was tinged with the first bit of venerability I'd seen from him all night.
"Who was the other..."
But my question was lost in a moan, as he slid his warm mouth over my cock. Again he wasted no time with foreplay, he simply devoured my cock. It slid effortlessly in and out of his warm sticky throat. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan. This situation was unreal. Here I was, 44 stories over the gleaming city of LA, curtains wide open, getting blown by JB. The warmth of his moth flooded through my entire body and I realized I was sweating. I quickly pulled off my shirt and kicked my pants off from around my ankles. I could tell this made him happy because he let out a light moan and looked up at me. The orange glow of the room reflected in his big brown eyes. He started to talk to me, my throbbing cock still buried halfway down his throat.
"Ur oh uckin ot. Ahn ooh aste oh ood!"
And I realized that I had to taste him too. Without a second thought I reached down and grabbed his head, I began to ease him off my cock, but he would have none of it, he just let out a loud moan and began sucking harder. He was like a hungry baby latched onto a bottle. Realizing there was no way I was getting him off my cock, I instead grabbed his hips and lifted him off the ground. I rotated his body so that he was hanging upside down in front of me, my cock still lodged in his throat. I felt him gag as my cock flipped in his mouth, but he compensated quickly. His body was surprisingly light, the kid couldn't have weighed more than 115 soaking wet (something which I couldn't help momentarily picturing). I walked slowly backwards and lay myself on the bed behind me, all the while JB nursed my dick.
I gently let him down, so he was laying on top of me, legs straddling my head. He seemed to like this position even better and, hands planted firmly on my thighs, he sucked even more enthusiastically. I could feel his rock hard penis jabbing me in my chest. I looked down to see it but was greeted with his perfect ass, just inches from my face. The pert buns were spread and in between I glimpsed his tight hairless hole, a light brown ring sitting between two pale white orbs. I couldn't help but be reminded of milk and white chocolate. I stuck out my tongue gingerly and licked. The taste was amazing. He tasted of soap and dried sweat. I could tell that he hadn't showered since his performance earlier tonight and I lapped up the salty sweetness. I grabbed both his soft ass-cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart more. I raised my head further and began probing my tongue in and out of the little hole. JB let out a guttural groan, which vibrated my whole cock and balls. It was only then that I realized how close I was to cuming. His cocksucking talent was about to pay off for him in a big way.
Not wanting him to miss out of the fun I pried his rock solid prick off my chest, bent my neck forward, and sucked it into my mouth. It couldn't have been over 5 inches but it was wonderful. JB caught on to what was happening and soon his smooth warm dick was slipping and sliding in and out of my mouth. I'd never sucked on an uncircumcised dick before, but I found myself loving it. Swirling the head around my mouth, peeling the foreskin back with my lips, and shoving my tongue underneath it and exploring his astoundingly sensitive glans. The taste was like nothing I can describe, sweet yet salty, overpowering yet gentle, musty yet clean. I could have died then a happy man.
He began thrusting his hips into my face harder, which drove me to do the same, causing him to gag on each thrust and my balls to slap against his forehead, but not once did he come up for air. And neither did I.
His moaning was growing louder, and knowing hat was coming, I reached up and grabbed his flexing ass-cheeks. I squeezed them hard and felt my thumb resting on his moist asshole. With one final squeeze I thrust the tip of my thumb into his amazingly tight, spasming hole. It was too much for him. He let out a howl and began shooting his syrupy, thick cream down my throat. I found myself wishing I could have that tasty jizz over my cereal each morning, it was so sweet and luscious. His cum was what sent me over the edge. With a final thrust I buried my cock deep in his throat and began pumping out my seed. I felt his throat clenching over and over, swallowing each of my squirts. With a final shiver he let out his last meager dribble, and mine soon followed.
We lay there a moment, my ears were ringing and white flashes covered my vision. I was drawn back to reality as I felt JB lift his head from my softening dick, my cock snaking out of his throat and through his mouth till it fell lifeless and slimy to my stomach. JB gently rolled off of me, our sweaty bodies peeling apart loudly. He was the first to talk.
"Holy crap dude! That was awesome!"
I grinned widely, I felt warm and tingly all over, and I was sure he was feeling the same. His tone of voice lowered.
"I've never gotten...well, nobody has ever done that to me before."
"Well, nobody has ever done THAT to me before either!"
He giggled, I rolled onto my side and stared into his glistening brown eyes. I remembered what he had said earlier.
"Was that really only the second time you've sucked a dick?"
His eyes flickered away from mine, like he was debating letting me in on a big secret.
"Well, it wasn't my second time. But you're only the second person I've ever...you know."
He began blushing a deep red. I reached out my hand and stroked his warm check.
"I'm sure you hear this all the time, but you're stunning."
He grinned, his white teeth glinting. God this kid was beautiful.
Then the elevator door dinged.
This time I was the one to leap up in shock. Getting caught would not be good! A loud voice rang down the hall.
"Yo! Where you at J-boy?"
JB's eyes grew big.
"Quick, get in the closet!"
Without a second thought I dashed across the room, wildly grabbing up my clothes and threw myself in the closet. A moment later the light in the room clicked on.
"Baby boy, whatcha doin? Sleepin' on a night like tonight? You should be paryin'!"
I heard JB start, then groan, as if he had just woken up from a restful sleep.
"Dude, I was sleeping."
The intruder let out a loud laugh. His words were a bit slurred and he sounded pretty drunk.
"Not anymore you aint."
JB responded with annoyance in his voice, I could tell he was trying to get the intruder out of his room as quick as possible.
"What do you want dude? I'm tired."
"Aw J-boy, you know what I want. I want you to make your sugar daddy happy. Think you can help me out baby?"