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LiFe SuCKs! 02 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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There wasn't any no-nonsense stuff driving back to Mike's place, Travis finding his driver to be conscientious, in a determined direction of travel, though a faster paced rate than when he did the curves up and down the sides of the mountain, Mike keeping his hands glued to the steering wheel.
"Confident about yourself, Mike?"
Knowing thoughts which could be on a teenager's mind, "Unless you want to find you and me both, over the edge and down in the ravine?"
"You're a pretty smart guy. What do you do for a living?"
Smiling, it's almost the same question Trevor had asked. Yet, since he and Trevor had gotten to know each other fairly well and developing the same rapport with his brother, Mike chanced telling Travis, "Professor Emeritus at Fossil Mountain Community College."
"Professor Emeritus? You're retired? You can't be more than thirty years old?" Travis bombarded Mike with logical questioning.
Shifting for the coast downhill, Mike renders, "Two years ago I had an idea for a book, based on the many struggles I've had in my own life, coupled with knowledge gathered and..."
"What's the name of it?"
Mike smiled. It could go either way. Either way though, Mike would find out something of Travis. He could be an attentive collegiate at his school, or C- student like his brother. Though, comparing Travis to Trevor, it seemed like his riding companion the more studious type. "The Confidential Male?"
"You're `him'?" Travis replies with astonishment, pointing to Mike. "You're Mike DallaPiccola?"
"Wow! You even got the last name right!" Mike laughs.
"Your book has been on the bestseller list for like two years!"
"You've read it?" Mike shifts and brakes for a stop sign.
Turning right, Travis replies, "No. Not exactly. Read all the reviews and bits and pieces of it where I could find it on the internet."
"Oh right," Mike realizes, "would not go over too big with your old man if he found a copy of it lying around?!" Travis agrees, but rather than admit it, "Find it? He should `read' it. Would open his eyes some about living in a gay world. Matter of fact, dudes like Jerome and the guys on the football team should..."
It then dawned on Travis. Here it was Friday, but Monday morning he would have to face the entire population of Fossil Mountain High School. News traveled fast. Weird news even faster and by then, the whole school would know!
"Want to talk about it? I'm a bonafide shrink, just to let you know?" Mike proceeds up a slight hill.
Travis suddenly realizes, "Wait!"
"What?" Mike replies, jamming on the brake.
"Damn, Mike, you almost gave me whiplash!"
Mike asks, "Is that what you wanted to tell me?" even though he knew it wasn't!
"I just remembered something. When I drove out here to deliver your pizza, I didn't turn at the stop sign. I went straight," Travis gestures with arms and fingers moving.
"Right. Mainly I use the cabin for picking up guys. After I get to know an individual, develop a sense of trust, I take him to the main house. It's only a little ways up the road."
"Wait," Travis readies up another question, without Mike gunning for the brakes, "you met me not more than ten minutes ago? Except for delivering your pizza?"
Expanding on his brother, Mike relates, "I really liked your brother. We had a nice thing going."
"Wait." Travis began putting two and two together, "Half way through his senior year, Trev started phoning home, leaving messages he was staying at his buddy's house." Another finger-pointing, he exclaims, "That was `you'!"
Casually, Mike replies, "Yeah. It was me!" He giggles.
Putting more than two and two together, "Trevor didn't stay with you at that dingy cabin, did he?"
"Dingy? Is that what you thought of my little love nest?" Mike pouted.
"Sorry. It wasn't that bad I guess," Travis making amends, "Kind of cozy. The fireplace was cool."
Reminding Travis, his loins singling out something more than some wood on fire, "And the sex hot?!"
If hitchhiking and getting picked up on a lonely road, Mike's statement might have wanted to make him jump out of the truck, but instead Travis took it like a joke, laughing. However, he also had it on his mind, "Is that why you're taking me home Mike? To pick up where we left off after I delivered your pizza?"
"Hold it a second!"
Crooking his neck to look through the windshield, Mike hops out and reports to one side of a driveway they have turned into. He removes a pole and walks it to the other side. He then motions to his truck with his arm to `come.'
"Me?" Travis answers out loud. "You want me to drive your truck?"
Apparently, being a few feet from the truck, Mike couldn't hear, but kept up on the hand gesture until he saw Travis unbuckle his seat belt and slide over to sit behind the wheel.
While driving onward, Travis sees Mike point a finger towards his left side. "Oh! Right!" he gets the message, turning the wheel left.
After the truck clears, Mike walks the rod back to the `Y' and hangs it up. Instead of approaching the driver side, he advances to the passenger door.
Opening it, Travis greets him, "What?"
He literally forces Travis back in the drivers seat, entering the truck and slamming his torso against his teen driver.
"You don't have to get pushy!"
Mike laughs as he directs Travis up the driveway.
"You might tell me where I'm going?"
No sooner had he said it, Travis' foot was on the brake and they were sitting in front of an A-frame.
"Is this the place?"
A jerk of Mike's door answered his question, Mike saying, "This here is th'place!"
Reaching above the door, to the right, Mike says, "By the way, if you come here on your own, this is where to find `the key'!" he exhibits it for a second in Travis' face.
"Come here on my own? What do you mean?"
"Hey, remember... I wrote the book!" Mike says, walking right in.
"Yeah?" Travis follows, closing the door, but investigating the place. "What do I have to do with your book?"
"You got gay-bashed this afternoon by your high school football team members. Don't think your secret is going to stay with them. Remember, we live in a small town."
Rather than think the whole scenario out about Monday morning, Travis asks, "So?"
"Walking into the high school on Monday morning is going to be like Lady Gaga walking into the Fossil Mountain Mall on a Saturday afternoon!"
It wasn't something Travis was dreading, until Mike brought it up, which made him freeze in place. It even made him hug Mike's shirt, thinking about it, saying, "I think I'm gonna be sick!"
Starting to heave, Mike took his arm, bashed his chest up against Travis' back and speedily walks him towards the jon. As with a gay, single man, the toilet seat was already up, all Mike had to do was place a hand firmly against Travis' stomach, bend his head over the toilet and in a position like he was humping him, "There ya go. Let it all out!"
His school lunch wound up in the swirling water, Mike reaching over to flush two times, saying, "That all of it?"
"I think that's it," Travis replies, but made a liar out of himself!
It's then Travis is freed up, Mike joking, "Well it's for sure I'll need to wash `that' tee shirt before wearing again!"
He stood freely in front of Mike, Travis gazing at the soiled shirt in the mirror and in repentance, "Sorry."
"No problem," Mike replies.
Trustworthy without saying it, Travis allows Mike to strip the tee shirt off and overhead. He stands there, looking at himself in the mirror, Mike's hairy shadow in the background, saying, "What am I going to do Mike?"
"For starters you can get on your cell phone, call home and tell the `rents you're spending the weekend with a buddy?"
First to come to Travis mind, overrode the fear of Monday morning, "Are we going to have sex?"
"Depends entirely on you. If not, you can still spend the weekend and I can always `call out!'"
Travis got it', knowing it didn't mean pizza', "You would have another guy here, with me around?"
"Sure. Why not? And if you felt uninhibited, or just plain horny," Mike laughs, "you can join in with us!"
"Three of us?"
"Sure. Trevor was okay with it," Mike waited for reaction, looking at Travis' face in the mirror.
"My brother? Had sex with you and another dude?"
"More than once."
More of his Monday morning woes were fading from mind, him asking, "How did it... like go?"
"Why don't we leave that till later and get you into the shower?"
At this point, Travis was beaten mentally and physically, drained and made no effort to stop Mike from reaching around him, his hairy arms encasing his, allowing Mike to unbuckle his belt, then go for his pants. The real surprise came, when his pants were brought down.
"Oh my god, Mike!" he exclaimed, feeling a tongue swipe from the small of his back, right down his ass crack!
He turned around, which had Mike squatting, Travis' meat right in his face, Mike joking, "Looks delicious, only I think it would taste better without all this sand!"
"Wait. When I delivered your pizza, you had me sucking you. What's all this about?"
Laughing out loud, Mike replies, "Do you think it was only me fucking the living daylights out of Trevor?"
"You fucked Trev? But I thought..."
"You thought your brother was a top?" Giggling, "It took me only a few blowjobs to convince your brother he was an excellent cocksucker. Now you on the other hand..."
"What about me? You liked how I sucked your cock."
Mike stands, faces Travis, saying, "You're decent, but I think you would feel a helluva lot more pleasure filling a guy's ass with that nine inch sword of yours!"
"Sword? Nine inches? You think I'm nine inches?"
Lightheartedly, Mike says, "Figuratively speaking, but I've got a ruler in the drawer if you want to know for sure?"
Suddenly the day's events resurface, Travis replies, "Nah. I just want to get in a warm shower."
"Got a hot tub out back?"
It didn't phase Travis as something spectacular, because of the mood he was in. "Yeah, cool."
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Meanwhile, Jerome and his two football buds, Dave York and Bart Holden, took to meeting out back of the library, a wooded area where incognito high school gatherings took place for whatever reasons. Initially it had been a motorcycle gang's hangout, until the law ran them out of town.
People of this town didn't take kindly to derelicts about, which included girls and boys doing same sex stuff. Such was the case when a realtor caught on, the couple looking at a home up for grabs, weren't two brothers. Suddenly there were no homes available, except to rent and the couple was looking to buy!
On their third round of beer, Bart asks, "What are we going to do about Dalles?"
"Tell everybody at Fossil High, of course. When news gets around Dalles is a gayboy, we won't have to lift a finger. Everybody else'll do the job for us!"
Dave, a little more upstairs than the other two, has an idea, "Remember how coach was telling us about them laying off the custodians, except for one and if you wanted a clean sink you would have to clean it yourself?"
Snidely, Jerome asks, "York, what the fuck does this have to do with..."
But Bart was getting it, "Focus up, dude?"
"Huh?" Jerome says, guzzling the last of his third bottle of beer.
"Yeah, focus up Jerome and picture Dalles on his way home everyday with our dirty football gear in a sack. Dirty gear we would be hauling back and forth?"
Under the influence, but with negative thoughts driving him on, Jerome says, "Dirty gear? Damn, I'd use his tongue to clean the toilet before I sat down to take a shit!"
Finding it the funniest thing in the world, Travis Dalles' tongue gliding around the curved seat in the jon, Jerome sets off laughing his ass off, the two congratulating him on his originality.
Then, talking of one of their football comrades, Bart says, "Hey, how about renting him out to Duke!"
"Like how's that go, Holden?" Jerome asks.
"Yeah, sure, keep it to ourselves Dalles is a faggot and we can make off it big time!"
In a sullen tone, Jerome says, "But you didn't explain what this has to do with Duke, dah?"
Dave was right up there with Bart's thinking, "I think what Bart is trying to say is, why not make some college money off of lending `our Dalles' to Duke, for a nice sum, to use to sharpen up his boxing skills?"
Half-witted, Jerome says, "Forget Duke. Damn, I'd like to tie his gay bod to a punching bag and work him over myself!"
Dave jumps in with, "Yeah, but you're not getting the point, doofus!"
"Huh?"
Even Bart knows, "Money, dude," Bart rubs his thumb against his finers, "unless you want to pay me and Dave $50 to box Dalles' abs?"
He saw it their way, but thinking ahead, sure he didn't mind making some money off of Duke, but no reason why he and Duke could have some fun together at Duke's expense!
Sleeping it off that night, in his own bedroom, Jerome couldn't shake the feeling of how he had put so much trust in Dalles, to only have his best friend betray him. However, he did not have any sentimental feelings with his hand wrapped around his six inches, slowly stroking it as he fell into a fantasy of meeting Duke in the weight training room at school, buried in the cellar of the high school gym and picturing Travis Dalles naked, tied with back to a punching bag, him and Duke taking turns beating Dalles to a pulp. If anything, he would let Duke have his training session, targeting the stomach, whereas he would make sure Dalles' balls would be beaten black and blue. Then his `volcano' erupted.
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"How's the water temperature? Too hot? Too cold?"
"Just right for now," Travis was beginning to mellow out. Forgetting his troubles, "Would you mind if I asked how old you are?"
"Twenty-nine. And you?"
"You already know how old I am!"
"Oh right, because you know I checked you out through your brother?" Mike replies.
"Prolly. Okay, so how come you like having sex with younger guys?"
Attentively, Mike says, "I never said I liked having sex with `only' young guys, did I?"
"No, but when you... um, was it `hired' Trev..."
"In the beginning it was paid sex, but after the price of gas went up I started going to the cheap station."
"Like, I don't think I get that," Travis replies.
"Yeah, right. I guess that doesn't have anything to do with it other than a way to keep in contact with your brother, but if you're wondering about our longterm, temporary relationship, there wasn't any paid sex."
"Except for the tuition money for this semester?" Travis puts it to him.
"Did Trevor mention we had a written agreement for payback?"
"No, he did not!"
"Then you see. It wasn't like I was going to require him to become an indentured servant for sex or give me a blowjob every night?"
Mike excused himself, moving a foot, his toe accidentally touching Travis' foot.
Joking, Travis says, "Do it again and I'll have you on your knees, sucking me off!"
Through the giggling, Mike says, "I don't think I could hold my breath that long!"
It wasn't what Travis was thinking, a blowjob underwater, but didn't discount it feeling good, "You got scuba diving stuff?"
Frisky, Mike relaxes his tone, suggesting, "I bet you would like my blowjobs."
"But you had me giving you a blowjob. That would make you a top, no?"
"Nah. That stuff went out in the last century. Now it's, `do what you feel like doing'."
Perfect for Travis, saying, "Good, because my stomach's growling."
Reaching the panel above his head, Mike turns off the bubbles, saying, "What are we waiting for? I've got some pizza dough in the freezer and we can whip up a pie?"
"Pizza dough? Like how long has it been in there?"
Seeing where Travis was going with this, Mike replies, "I told you already your brother `sort of' turned me on to you and confess having you bring a pie to my door was a fixup?"
"Oh! That's right. I forgot."
Getting out of the hot tub, Travis led the way, Mike saying, "Oh by the way Trav, I forgot to tell you..."
"You ran out of pizza sauce?"
"No, I meant to tell you I think you have a hot ass!"
Turning around swiftly, Travis asks, "Oh yeah, I forgot to ask you, pertaining to what we were talking about before, I was wondering if you ever had a partner?"
Scurrying from the outside deck, Mike poses, "Why? You volunteering?"
"No," Travis says sarcastically, "I'm looking for a part time job to replace delivering pizza!"
Seeing Travis shivering, `two icicles' hanging between his legs, Mike says, "You know how to split wood?"
"In the morning when I wake up!"
"Ha.. ha.. ha.. now get upstairs before I..."
Travis had no idea where he was going, racing up the stairs, but found out it opened into a large loft. Improvising, he dove into the bed, pulling the spread up to the top, wrapping himself up in a cocoon.
"You can't run and you can't hide!"
Split seconds later, Mike's knees dig into the mattress of the kingsize bed. Finding Travis' face he asks, "By the way, you're eighteen, right?"
Sarcastically, Travis replies, "What? There's something Trevor didn't tell you about me?"
"Oh I'm sure he must've mentioned it, but it being one of those things, which could lead to consequences, unless one is informed..."
"Um, like, why don't you cut the bullshit and..."
"Of course I want to know how old you are... you don't think I want to be accused of rape?"
"I wonder how it works, the other way around?" Travis puts it to Mike, dropping the seriousness of the original question.
"Other way around? Like how would that go?"
"You're a college professor, supposedly turning out bright minds, Mike?"
"Of course, but I'm not a mind reader, dah!"
Unfolding the covers halfway, to about the middle of his abs, Travis says in a mellow tone, "I was just wondering how it would go if they caught an underaged guy fucking an older dude? But to clear your mind, I'm eighteen."
At the moment Travis said it, Mike was thinking on it. Though he wasn't set dead against it, but it had been a clear ten years since he's played victim to a man's hard shaft, "Oh, okay."
Feeling the heat of the down comforter, Travis slips out till a hint of his teen pubes are showing, "`Okay', so what does that mean?"
Slipping into bed next to Travis, heads side by side on pillows, "What would you like it to mean?"
"Oh I dunno." He turns on his side and faces Mike, "Maybe I'd like to see how it feels to fuck a guy before I... Fuck a guy?"
"Oh, so I suppose your little guinea pig is `me'?"
Falling over onto his back, Travis laughs, saying, "Tell me something?"
Figuring it was about Travis fucking him, "I've only been fucked once and it was around your age, to see what it was like and that's all."
"Really?" Travis turns his head to face Mike. "Cool, but what I wanted to know, in your book, does it say anything about fucking a straight guy?"
"Matter of fact there is a whole chapter devoted to having sex with straight men. What do you want to know?"
"I dunno." Then curious, "Straight guys, are they really curious about how it feels to suck cock or are they really gay?"
"Depends."
"On?" Travis prods Mike.
"First case scenario would be on the consumption of alcohol. A man gets enough in him, he's crazy to try almost anything."
"Has it ever happened to you?"
"Not saying," Mike replies.
"That's not fair."
Mike swings back with, "What's not fair about it?"
"In your book, don't you use examples of incidences which have happened to other guys?"
"Yeah," Mike replies, treading carefully into strange waters.
"Well if I'm to learn anything, I should be getting first account information, don't you think?"
It sounded a little farfetched, but after mulling it over, "Hmm," he decided on being honest, "there was one time, a college party at a leather bar, birthday party for one of the frat guys. I never was able to recall how many beers I had, but a half dozen of us suddenly had the desire to take a piss. Reporting to the jon, we happened across a dude, unrelated to our partying, stripped naked and this bear of a man hovering over him. We were all amazed at how he was following the bear's instructions to the `T', kneeling on either side of the urinal, the frat-dude's cock and balls hanging in the basin of the urinal. We were like out of our gourds when the bear-dude started pissing right over the frat-dude's shoulders, it streaming down his chest, stomach and dripping off his junk."
All this time, Travis has a face of somebody ready to barf, commenting, "That's like so gross, Mike!"
"Right, but to show you what a high content of alcohol can do to a man's thinking, the bear turns around to us and asks, `Who is next?'!"
"You didn't?"
"One of my frat brothers speaks up for us, tells him we're there to take' a piss. The bear takes command and says go ahead', but told us the only urinal which wasn't out of order was the one the pissed-on-frat-dude was over."
"The poor guy. You all pissed on him?"
"Yeah," Mike laughs, "and you know what? It was kind of fun, because the dude made it like a game, opening his mouth and..."
"Ugh! I'm definitely going to be sick. He was drinking your piss?"
"Yeah, but wait. I learned something else."
In a dastard tone, Travis replies, "A little piss smells, but a lot of piss stinks?"
"That too, but while the guys were having fun, I got to talk to the bear, whom I learned was `Leo' and what Leo told me is this was a straight guy who liked to get pissed on by not only older men, but gay guys."
"Weird," Travis replies. "I just want to let you know, your story didn't make me hard!"
"Oh really? Have you checked?"
"I think I could feel it if it did, Mike? However," Travis glances to Mike, who is `not' under the covers, "I can see it's had some effect on you?"
"Oh that," Mike tries pressing his semi-soft cock down between his legs, "it's only because I was thinking of a jon full of stripped, hot guys and well, as I was trying to prove the theory of drunk guys doing uninhibited things, they did get into pissing on each other."
"Did you like the taste?"
"Me? They didn't piss on me. I was standing next to Leo. He had already warned them, if any of them got even one drop of piss on him, there would be hell to pay."
Travis smiles.
"What?" Mike questions.
"So if I got Jerome drunk, he would let me fuck him?"
"Now wait a minute. I didn't state it was conclusive that getting a straight man loaded, would cloud his mind into becoming a robot."
"No," Travis reckons, "but under the influence of alcohol and with a well-crafted plan of `leading' a person into..."
"A trap? Is this what you are planning for your revenge?"
"Revenge?" Travis questions Mike's motives.
"It sure does sound like it?"
"No. All I was thinking is, if we could..."
"Wait a minute. Where did this `we' come from? I don't like where this is headed, Trevor."
"Travis?" Travis corrects, as he pushed the comforter aside and sits on the edge of the bed, ready to exit.
"I meant `Travis', Travis. What do you want to do? Fuck Jerome and show him how good a gay man can feel?"
He stood up, then fell down on his ass, bouncing on the mattress, saying, "I don't know, Mike. Why can't people see that two guys having sex can be just as enjoyable as a heterosexual couple?"
And probably what Travis was getting at, Mike reasons, "Because straight guys don't know how beautiful it is for two men to have their bods touching, rubbing together, but that's how it is for same sex couples and a lot of people, because of tradition, look upon it as something vulgar or unethical."
"I'll say," Travis replies. Then, forgetting about the rest of the human race, he asks, "And what desires did you have regarding you and me?"
"None. I just wanted you to get refreshed from your ordeal, cleaned up and if you wanted, something to eat." He could have left it at that, but furthers, "Why? What did you think was going to happen?"
Travis giggles, saying, "You know, I `really, really' had it in mind to have a hot sexual encounter with the two dudes on the shore of the lake?"
"I had a feeling," Mike slipped.
"Yeah? Like how did you know?"
"Oh," Mike realizes. "Because maybe, even though they roughed you up, you still were, `hard'?"
"I was?" Travis looked down at his crotch.
"Well, you're not `still' hard?"
Sarcastically, Travis gets even, "Yeah and I have `you' to thank for that!"
"Me?" Mike had a good, good feeling about it.
"Yeah. You and your piss stories. Gross, man!"
Not only did it seem like a glint of hope, but Mike was feeling a tingle in his loins and rather than allow it to die, "Um, like I could probably help you out with the blues you're feeling?"
Travis watched, like ants encroaching on a picnic lunch, Mike's hand burrowing through the sheets, towards his thigh. "I think I'd like to experiment?" Travis asks.
Withdrawing his hand, Mike says, "I'm not going to let you piss on me!"
"Will you stop with the gross stuff? What I was more wondering is..."
Staring Mike in the eyes, Mike replies, "Yes?"
"Is how would it be to have sex with an older man. How old are you?"
Bristling with excitement, Mike replies, "Twenty-nine. Too old?"
"No. That is, I hadn't really thought about it, but would not want to do it with a really old dude, like forty-something?"
Laughing, Mike says, "Don't let some older, older dude hear you say that. A fifty or sixty-something guy will think you're categorizing him in the `ancient relic' category!"
Travis brushes it off, "I guess it wouldn't matter, as long as he could get it up!"
"Well, how about we talk about `us' getting' it up, since I'm already getting it up?"
"Looks cool," Travis says.
What man doesn't think it's cool to watch a growing stalk, rising up out of a pubic bush, at first bent over, then straightening itself out, with thoughts of...
Before Mike can even suggest, his mind has a flashback, not to the piss-stuff, but to the attitude of the bear, Travis dealing out, "Why don't you suck me first?"
Squinting his eyes, Mike thought about it. With Travis' brother it was easy, Trevor surrendering without words, mouth jumping right on his junk. Comparing brothers, Mike knew he better act on it quick, "Uh, yeah," a slight quivering in his voice, "sure, no problem," he uprights himself, with hopes of swaying Travis around the other way, steering him between his own legs, "How do you want me?"
"Uh..." with a hunch, knowing things aren't headed in the direction Mike would want them to go, "oh, just scoot yourself over in the middle," and lying, "I wouldn't want you to get all excited and fall off the bed!"
"Like this?" Travis places hands to the side, lifts his ass, shimmies to his left, doing the same routine twice. Parking his ass, Travis straightens his legs, spreading them, "This wide enough?"
If Mike wasn't sure about this, he was sure now, kneeling there at the bottom of the bed, knees to the sides of Travis' heels, looking upon teen cock, falling over two hefty balls. "Perfect!" he responds, grabbing both his hands, wringing them inside out, then planting them on the bed. Walking up the bed on all fours, Mike pauses, looking down at Travis' teen meat.
"Um, I'm kind of nervous," Travis says.
Even though, in his whole lifetime, Mike has only sucked about three cocks, he assures, "Don't be. When you've sucked as many cocks as I have," he says with pride, "it's in the bag!"
Travis offers, "Does it like count, having your cock sucked, if your brother does it?"
"I don't have a brother," Mike says, glancing from crotch to Travis' face.
Smirking, Travis says, "I mean, `my' brother. Trevor?"
Getting it, Mike, knowing exactly what Travis means, "Good cocksucker, isn't he?" He giggles.
"I guess," Travis replies, no other guy to compare, questions, "but did he suck all the spunk out of you without wasting a drop?"
"I suppose you would want it the same way?" Mike wondered whether Travis preferred him popping off and wet down his teen tummy with scores of shot cum or he swallow?
"No preference. If you like the taste of it and want to swallow, it's cool with me, Mike."
Although he's gotten the hang of cocksucking, three down, Mike had opted out on swallowing. Though, with Travis here, he was feeling something different, perhaps more personal in matter, "I'll think about it when it comes."
A veteran of what goes on between the sheets, Mike found himself getting carried away. Sure, he started licking, sucking, sucking cock, licking balls, sucking each of Travis' ballsacs, but got way into it.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-Mike! I didn't know you were going way down there," Travis at first catapulted his bod up into a half-crunch position to look at where he could feel Mike going, beyond his balls. Without a peep from Mike, except for slurps and sucking sounds, Travis lay down and let nature take its course, feeling Mike's tongue licking the spot between his balls and asshole. Then, it happened, "Like oh-my-god-Mike!" He knew something was up, Mike placing his feet in the air, doubling him in half, but going on trust.
Mike stopped this time, withdrawing his tongue from Travis' pea-hole, "What?"
"Your tongue? It's like dug into my asshole?"
"Yeah? So what of it? No good?"
"Sure it's good!" Travis remarks. "But..." and then without a return explanation, "never mind!"
Travis was about to spring back into orbit, Mike's tongue again darting into the hairless asscrack, his hand slipping between Travis' thighs, till Mike touched the hardened shaft.
Travis was thinking, `Does it get any better than this?'
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