WARNING: This story contains sexual situations including males having sex with each other. The story is erotic fiction. Do not read this story if you are under 18.
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Going Down on Donny-4
By Daniel
After the baseball team got back from the road trip, I gave Donny a blow job every time he wanted me to, which was at least once a day. In his bedroom, in my bedroom, even in his brother's car at a drive-in movie.
When we got to the drive-in, Donny made me pay for both of us. He said it was the least I could do for letting me suck his dick. He said he was doing me a favor and I should be grateful for the privilege.
After we parked at the drive-in, Donny went to the snack bar and brought back a jumbo tub of popcorn and other stuff. I thought he was trying to be nice for once by buying all this stuff for both of us, but when I asked him if I could have some popcorn he said no. He said it would make my mouth too dry and the blow job wouldn't be as good. The only thing he got me was one of those pints of milk they give you in school cafeterias. He had a six-pack of beer in a cooler for himself to drink, which was supposedly part of a birthday present from his older brother, who was old enough to buy beer.
I didn't get to see much of the movie because he made me suck his dick whenever this certain blonde chick was on the screen, which was most of the movie.
"Just hold it in your mouth but don't suck it," said Donny. It was during the middle of a real long scene with the blonde actress he was hot on, and I'd been sucking him for about ten minutes. "I don't want to cum yet."
He came in my mouth twice that night.
Donny said he needed blow jobs to relieve all the tension from being around so many cute girls at school. He got more and more pushy about getting what he wanted, giving orders and bossing me around, laughing at me and calling me a cocksucker.
Donny said I'd do anything to suck his dick. To prove it, he made me admit that I liked giving him blow jobs. He was right; I did like to suck him off and I admitted it to him. He had this power to make me say and do things I would have never even thought about. I think he just liked to hear me say it and enjoyed it when I degraded myself. He really liked to rub it in. For example, he wouldn't let me do him unless I begged him for it first. I begged. It was pretty demeaning but I did it. Afterwards I always had to thank him for letting me suck his dick.
A couple of days after the blow job in the drive-in, Donny drove by Hank's Hotdogs where I work, honking and waving as he pulled into the lot. He told me we were going down to Verduga Beach. He didn't say what we were going to do down there and he didn't ask if I wanted to go, he just told me that that's where we were going. Donny was kind of a surfer dude, so I assumed he wanted to go down there to catch some waves. I was supposed to work another two hours, but luckily my boss Hank was cool about it and let me off early.
When Donny got out of the car I was sure glad Hank gave me the rest of the day off. Donny was looking good in a white cotton tank top and yellow trunks. The tank top was real tight so you could see his stomach muscles and the mounds of his pecs underneath. You could see some hair in his armpits when he pointed at a bottle blonde in a convertible and whistled. I always thought Donny was a stud, but after I started giving him blow jobs I could hardly control my feelings when I was around him.
Before we left I asked Donny if he could stop by my house so I could change into my swimming trunks. "I already thought about that," said Donny. "I brought you one of Randy's suits for you so you can change here."
Randy was Donny's thirteen-year-old brother and he was pretty small. I'm not very big either, but I had an uneasy feeling about wearing one of Randy's suits. Donny handed me a plastic bag. It was practically weightless. I took it with me back into Hank's to change. Inside the restroom I pulled the bathing suit out of the bag to have a look at it. It was a thin black band of stretch nylon. Randy was on the swimming team at school so I figured it would be one of those skimpy Speedo-type suits that swimmers wear. I just didn't expect it to be quite that skimpy.
I put the bathing suit on anyway. The tight front pressed my basket into a walnut-sized lump. When I looked behind me, slivers of my butt cheeks bulged out the bottom of the suit. Sometimes I think my butt is too big for my body. It's not wide or fat, but sometimes it sticks out. Anyway, I tried to stretch the nylon over my exposed ass as best I could.
I trotted out to the car hoping that Hank wouldn't see me. Hank can be crude sometimes. On the way out, I could feel the suit riding back up my crack. I didn't see Hank and Donny until after I walked out the door. They were leaning against the wall smoking.
"That suit doesn't leave much to the imagination," said Hank.
"Lucky for Billy he doesn't have much to hide," said Donny. I used my work clothes to shield my front and ran to the car. It's hard to look dignified at a time like that.
"Nice ass," said Hank, as I piled into the car head first. "You better not drop your soap in the gym shower." They both laughed. I was totally embarrassed by the bathing suit and their comments.
I was relieved when we finally left Hank's. While we were driving away, Donny said, "I want you to give a friend of mine a blow job." Donny told me about Skeeter, his "main man" at St. Lukes. "I already told him you'd do it and he's waiting for us to pick him up. Skeeter has a big dick, so I'm sure you'll like it."
Donny wanted me to suck off some dude I didn't even know. I got nervous and excited at the same time. Nervous about somebody else finding out about me, even if it was a guy from another school. On the other hand, the thought of sucking off one of Donny's surfer buddies, a guy I'd never met, turned me on vastly. I didn't want to admit that to Donny, so I played it low-key and acted more hesitant about it than I really was.
We drove a few blocks until we were in this neighborhood where rich kids live. Donny pulled up in front of a two-story mansion set behind this lawn that was about half the length of a football field. Donny honked twice.
A tall blond guy with shoulder-length hair parted in the middle came out the front door. It was Skeeter. His hair was tucked behind his ears and he was carrying a boogie board under his arm. When he got to the car, he tapped on my window with a knuckle and said "Pop the trunk, dude." He stowed the boogie board in the trunk and climbed in the back seat.
"Hey, bro'," said Donny. They traded some kind of complicated handshake. Donny didn't introduce me to Skeeter.
When we took off, Donny and Skeeter started talking about surfing. We passed Barrington Beach and they started talking about the eight-foot swells that were supposed to hit there in the next day or so. A storm surge or something was coming up from Mexico and they were both excited about it.
Skeeter asked Donny how he liked Hoover High and Donny told him that you can get away with stuff like coming late to class and ditching because the teachers aren't as strict and there aren't as many rules. Donny said the girls at St. Lukes were cuter but Hoover has more of them to choose from. I think Donny has a thing for girls in Catholic school uniforms. Donny offered to set Skeeter up with some freshman honey he made out with at the Sadie Hawkins dance, but he said he couldn't remember her name. I'm pretty sure he never knew her name in the first place. Typical Donny.
Then out of nowhere Skeeter stuck his head between Donny and me. "Is this the dude who's gonna do me?" he asked. He looked me up and down and made a fake kiss. You could tell the way he curled his upper lip that he didn't really want to kiss me.
Donny nodded and looked over at me. I got a pit in my stomach because I knew that I was going to do Skeeter. Then Donny said, "You're going to like it, Skeeter. He's a natural, just like Parker." He was talking about this guy named Parker again, who used to go to Donny's old school. Apparently he gave Donny and his friends blow jobs all the time until Donny left St. Lukes.
Skeeter whispered into my ear, but loud enough for Donny to hear. "Do you like to suck off guys too? Do you get a hard-on when you suck Donny's dick?"
Donny said, "A hard-on? Just looking at my dick makes him want to cream in his pants." Donny reached over and messed up my hair.
"Is that true?" asked Skeeter, all wide-eyed, like he couldn't believe a guy would actually want to suck another guy's dick.
"I'll show you," said Donny. We pulled into a rest area and parked in a vacant part of the lot. Once we'd stopped, he fumbled with the drawstring of his swimming trunks but he couldn't untangle a knot, so he just fished his dick out from one leg of the baggy trunks. "Go ahead and suck it."
"What if somebody drives by?" I asked.
"Bend over and start sucking," said Donny. "Nobody can see us here."
I was getting ready to do it when Skeeter had to make a big deal about it for some reason. "Just think of what would happen to you if everybody at your school found out about you. 'Did you hear the latest? Billy's a cocksucker.'" He said it with a high-pitched voice, like a girl was talking. They both laughed.
"That would be pretty hard to live down," said Donny.
"I'll give you a blow job," I said, "but does Skeeter have to watch?"
"Just do it you dumb faggot," said Skeeter. "You're not the first cocksucker I've ever seen in action."
Donny spread his legs and I bent over. While Skeeter rested his chin on top of the car seat and watched, I sucked Donny's dick.
"Damn, Donny," said Skeeter. "You were right."
"Wait 'til he sucks yours. He'll get your dick nice and hard."
While I sucked Donny, they kept cracking dirty jokes about me. I was positioned sideways on the car seat, crouched over on my knees so I could get to Donny's cock. The way I was sitting I could feel the fabric of the skimpy suit riding up my crack.
"Cute ass," said Skeeter. He pinched my butt and then gave it a hard smack with the palm of his hand. "Have you fucked him yet?"
"No," said Donny, "but he does have a nice one, don't he?"
"What do you say, Billy?" asked Skeeter. "Would you like Donny to stick his big fat cock up your ass?" Donny held my head down so I could only make a "nn-nn" noise through my nose.
"Billy's busy right now," said Donny, "but I'm sure he'd like it."
Skeeter probed around my butt hole and stuck a finger in. "Damn that's tight," he said.
"He likes it," said Donny. "He's sucking harder." I felt Skeeter's knuckle sink in past my butt hole muscle. He made his finger into a hook and probed inside of me. I jiggled my ass around to get his finger out, but with Donny hand on the back of my head I couldn't get unplugged.
Donny's dick got real stiff in my mouth. "I'm gonna cum," said Donny. His hips thrust a couple of times out of his seat and then his sperm hit my mouth. Donny pushed my face into his crotch as my throat drained the last of his cum.
Skeeter slid his finger out of me and I sat back down in my seat. I shifted in my seat because my butt hole still felt like it was "open" or something. Then it happened without warning. I farted, loud and clear. Donny and Skeeter laughed like crazy.
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