Wherever he went he did it in my car again. I watched silently as he took my keys. His car was a beater and unreliable, he said. I had a Kia K-900 and he said it was the kind of car people would expect him to drive (fast and expensive). I also didn't know where he got the money, but he came back bearing gifts.
He had plenty of pot, and put me to work rolling joints. He also had a pizza and two big bags of Doritos, and some Mountain Dew. "For when we get the munchies, little dude!" he said.
He took off his wife-beater and fired up one of the joints I had made. He inhaled deeply and we each proceeded to get high. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels stashed away and we drank some with the Dew. Awful.
He put on some Trash Metal, and told me how much he liked Sodom, a vintage band from Germany, and their lead singer Tom Angelripper. We fired up another joint and he just talked non-stop like he usually did. Girls he had fucked, and how and where, and how lucky I was to be hanging with him.
Then he told me that he had cameras in the small studio apartment, and he had seen me doing his laundry on his phone. He said that if I liked taking care of his stuff I could do it regularly. He also told me he had seen me take a nap on his bed and thought it was a little creepy, but he was flattered that I thought that much of him. "Dude, there's dried cum everywhere on those sheets!"
Finally, we did succumb to hunger, and polished off the pizza and most of the chips. It was around eleven now and he was finally winding down. He sprawled on his bed, shirtless and stoned. Boldly, I came over and sat down on the bed next to him.
I just stared at him. He was too stoned to object. "I guess I better think about going home now" I said.
"Yeah probably. Go home and jerk off homo. Did you ever call that guy I texted you about?"
"No" was all I could manage. There was an incredible tension in the air. I could smell him and felt oddly drawn to him and his swaggering confidence.
He just stared back at me. And then I reached over and touched his crotch. I could feel his cock was hard beneath the jeans.
He readjusted himself on the bed, so that his head was on his pillow and he placed his arms, folded, behind his head. I could see his newly shaved armpits.
I slowly positioned myself on my knees, between his legs. I unbuttoned the top button of his Levis, and pulled the rest of the buttons open as well. He just laid there and didn't react. Most strangely, he never closed his eyes, but stared straight into mine. The power of the gaze was awesome.
I pulled his jeans down slowly, to his knees. Then with incredible courage (or stupidity) I gently tugged his grey boxer briefs down too. I prepared for a punch to the mouth. But he didn't hit me, his cock just sprang up, hard and definitely tattooed. I had never been next to such a large cock before, let alone one that was hard.
I leaned in and kissed his cock several times. Then a brilliant idea hit me. He had mentioned how Cassidy had run her tongue along the underside. He had said how much he liked that. So I did it to him.
Finally, emboldened, I took the whole thing in my mouth. He smelled like pot and AXE. I thought I would gag, but I didn't. I was very wasted but I questioned my sanity. I had a boy's cock in my mouth for God's sake. How could he have such power over me?
He finally reached out with his hands and grabbed my ears and the hair on the side of my head and pulled me down further on him. I did gag this time.
"No gagging and no teeth, faggot. Nice and smooth." He pulled me up and down on him. Finally, after about two minutes, I felt him buck. It was a powerful feeling. I didn't realize I had done it, but I had his balls in one hand and felt the reflex as his cum began its journey.
He shot what seemed like quite a bit of cum into my mouth. More than I usually produced. "Swallow it and don't drop any faggot, or I'll punish you." I managed to get it all down and then I cleaned out his slit, licked the shaft and his balls clean, and pulled up his underwear.
Instinct told me to get ready to leave, quickly. He pulled off his jeans and got up from the bed. I was expecting maybe a smile and a 'thank you'.
Instead he said, "Get out, now. I want you to skip your classes tomorrow and get over here by ten. I want this place cleaned up good. Clean the bathroom, the kitchen, all the dirty dishes, take out the trash, change the sheets, everything, bitch. And make sure you bring over stuff to clean with cuz' I don't got any of that shit. Understand faggot?"
I nodded, licking a small amount of his cum from the corner of my mouth. I knew I would be over the next day and do whatever it took to keep him happy so that he would let me be around him.
Hey guys, thanks for your patience. I hope the journey to the sex scene wasn't too long! Thanks for your feedback and ideas. I enjoy hearing from you.
Justin
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