FROM CHAPTER 7
I nodded looking at the huge dick just millimeters from my face.
I sat back on my knees. Jeff responded by pulling on my hair to tilt my head back.
Jeff grabbed his member with his other hand and slapped it against my cheek, finally making contact. I couldn't help but crack a smile.
I let Jeff rub his sweaty cock all over my face for several minutes. As much as I was enjoying it, I wanted more. I tried for the head of his dick but Jeff pulled it away. So I leaned forward towards Jeff's magnificent balls and engulfed them with my mouth. The salty sweat from them filled my mouth like a delicious meal. Jeff's dick twitched from excitement and precum oozed from the tip, right onto my forehead.
I suckled on his balls as he continued to acquaint every inch of my face with his cock. His precum spread wherever it went giving my face that familiar sticky feeling.
Then Jeff pulled his cock away, stroking it a few times above me while his balls continued to live in my mouth. I wanted them to stay in my mouth forever but I wanted his cock in my mouth as well.
I wanted to finally suck a dick, not just have one in my mouth. I wanted to please that cock with my tongue and throat in every way I could muster. To stuff it in my mouth, choke on it, and lick it like a popsicle.
Jeff looked over my shoulder, down towards my ass and interrupted my thoughts:
"Is that mine?!"
CHAPTER 8:
I looked up into his eyes, then back to see what he meant.
"Are you wearing my fucking jockstrap?"
The waistband of yes, Jeff's dirty jockstrap, was riding up my lower back and its tag was hanging out. The tag that four days ago I had seen in the laundry room with his name, Jeff on it. Fuck.
Jeff grabbed a big tuft of my hair causing me to tip my head back and brought his face down to mine. "You are a little slut aren't you? Stealing my dirty strap."
I just looked back at him, not knowing how to react, so he kept going, "Is that what you and Jared were doing in the locker room? You're into some kinky shit. How gay do you have to be to wear my dirty jock?"
Oh shit! Jeff had seen us in the locker room. He must have been the person I heard when we were getting dressed. Oh this was bad. Is Jared going to be upset when he finds out? Is Jeff going to fuck both of us over?
"Jared and I weren't doing anything gay." I said. Jeff kept staring me down.
I offered: "Jared dared me to wear it and so I put them on."
He laughed. "Well good to know you do as you're told."
I nodded hoping that would cement the why.
Jeff smirked, then said, "Since you like doing as you're told, listen up."
I saluted him. What the hell am I doing? Oh well...
"Heh. I just thought you and Jared were fucking around. But now that I know you're into it -- how long has he been getting bjs from you?"
"What?! I never given Jared a-"
"Come on. I caught you two. How long has he been using that mouth of yours? Or that fat ass?"
"Jeff, no. I've never given Jared a blowjob and he's never done anything to my ass."
Okay that last part wasn't entirely true but I wasn't about to tell this dumb jock about the night Jared blew his load all over my back. Besides, it was an accident and Jared was dreaming about his girlfriend.
"I don't think I believe you. You look so gay right now and ready to suck my cock like a pro."
"Jeff, I swear. I've never sucked a dick in my life!" I pleaded.
"Virgin mouth, huh? Well, let's see you suck it. If it's terrible, I'll beat your ass. If it's good, I won't tell Jared how gay you are for him."
"I'm not!"
I think you know, dear reader, how untrue that is.
He continued, ignoring my comment, "If it's really fucking good, I'll let you keep sucking my cock on the regular."
I was at a loss but my horny monster knew what it wanted. It took the lead and reached out with my left hand to clasp the base of his thick, man cock.
I took a deep breath - ignoring most of the crisis in my head over what I was about to do.
I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip of his cock. His precum ravaged my taste buds. Filling my mouth with salty, sweet delights.
"Fuck yeah. That's right, bitch."
Jeff put his hand on the back of my head and guided me forward. I didn't particularly like him calling me a bitch.
The wet, delicious head of his cock entered my mouth. If my horny monster hadn't already taken over my body, it would've now. I started gently sucking on the head.
Having never done this before, I was careful in the beginning. He was hung after all. Again, not like Jared but I'd never really sucked Jared's cock. Having a cock in my mouth was very different from sucking on one properly.
"Watch the teeth, jackass!" Jeff said a few times as I worked to figure out what I was doing.
Slowly I let him in deeper and deeper until three quarters of his shaft was in my mouth. I gagged a few times but kept going as much as I could. Swallowing the extra spit when it became too much for my mouth to hold.
I was laser-focused on my cock sucking - after all, I wanted to do a good job. Because of my focus, I didn't know how many minutes had passed and I certainly didn't hear Jeff's fellow footie player come jogging up the path.
"Bradley!" Jeff called to him.
I looked up at Jeff like "are you crazy?"
Bradley stopped his run and jogged in place as he responded, "What the Hell are you doing back there, Cannon?"
Jeff pushed me farther down his cock. I choked but tried to stay quiet.
Jeff replied, "Taking a piss. What else?"
"Oh. Haha. I thought you were having a wank."
"Nah dude. Why? You coming over to join me?" he laughed back at Bradley.
I was freaking out: Jeff's dick was still stuffed in my mouth, spit running down my face as I had all of it in there. I tried not to choke because I didn't want to arouse suspicion. Why the Hell was Jeff trying to get Bradley to come over. Fuck no, dude. Stay away. I also reminded myself that I was basically naked except for Jeff's jock strap and no idea where my shirt went.
I'd be fucked if Bradley came any closer.
Bradley replied to Jeff's jokes,"I just might. Too much water before my run."
I didn't see but I assumed Bradley was indicating his dick to Jeff. Both of them laughed back and forth while I desperately held my throat open and mouth sealed shut over Jeff's cock - terrified that Bradley would come over and see me. Naked and my mouth stuffed with cock was not how I wanted anyone to find me, but worse, if it was a teammate.
"See you around, dude." Bradley finally said. I was so relieved.
"Yeah dude. But before you go, will you tell me about that chick I saw you with the other day. And details please."
"Oh sure..." Bradley replied and launched into a story about this girl from another school that he had hooked up with two nights prior.
My eyes were watering. I couldn't hold my breath much longer and my mouth was full of Jeff's prefuck and my spit. I let my lips relax and a bunch of the juices poured down my face.
Jeff held my head in place so I couldn't get too far off his cock. This caused me to contract my mouth on and off his member a few times as I figured out a way to breathe.
Bradley kept chatting on about his girl and how he got to feel her up while they were making out or something. Honestly, I didn't hear most of it because I was concentrating on Jeff's dick and also making no noise. Oh and I realized how much precum was dripping from my own cock, so apparently this whole situation was turning me on.
Wow, I think I am a prev and definitely gay.
Bradley's story was getting to its peak. Jeff moved my head back and forth on his cock a little.
"That's hot, dude." Jeff kept saying over and over to Bradley.
Suddenly, Jeff's balls twitched next to my hand and his whole dick swelled in my mouth.
Oh shit - was all I could think.
Jeff pulled his cock a little more out of my mouth, and you guessed it -- he started blowing his load.
Bradley kept talking. Jeff kept nodding but stopped speaking to hide his orgasm.
Hot, salty cum flooded my mouth. It started in the back near my throat and then rushed forward like a tidal wave across my tongue.
I now knew intimately what Jeff tasted like. It wasn't terrible, mind you. But a part of me felt guilty cause it wasn't Jared's. Not sure why I felt that way. I can say with certainty though, that I prefer the taste of Jared's and hope I get to taste it again some day.
To make matters worse I was afraid I would make a noise if I released this bucket of jism in my mouth. Jeff just held my head. I knew he'd be sensitive so I tried not to move my tongue a lot. Again, just letting his taste marinade in my mouth.
So I sat there holding it in my mouth, letting his swimmers dance around my tongue, while Bradley finished his dumb story about coping a feel on some girl's boobs.
"Better luck next time," Jeff said.
"True that." Bradley replied. And I heard heavy footsteps jog away.
Jeff relaxed as he watched him disappear down the lane.
Finally breaking the tension, Jeff said, "Fuck yeah dude. What a great blowjob."
He pushed my head down one last time onto the full length of his now deflating cock. I couldn't stop myself this time and I gagged.
His load exploded from my lips and fell down my chin like a waterfall. I gasped for air and coughed.
"You idiot!" Jeff barked at me.
His cum had fallen from my chin down onto my legs, trainers and socks and most unfortunately for Jeff - all over his shoes. I felt like my situation was much worse but I doubt Jeff cared about me at this moment.
He pushed me backward and I landed on the ground - my bare ass hitting the dirt. I was still coughing up cum and spit as Jared shoved his wet cock back into his shorts.
"Sorry," I managed to say, my eyes watering.
I looked at Jeff for a moment. He looked down at me. Not sure what he was thinking and I was a little afraid he would beat me up after all.
"Find your shorts and hand them to me."
I saw my shorts laying under a shrub just out of reach if I wanted to stay hidden.
I sprinted up and nearly naked and half of me wet with cum, I ran out into the open, grabbed my shorts and ran back into our hiding place.
Jeff smiled cockily. I went to put them back on.
"Nope. Not yet."
Well at least he wasn't going to take them from me. I'd be fucked if he did.
He yanked them from my hand and proceeded to wipe off the cum on his shoes. Then he pulled out his dick and wiped it off as well. Afterwards, tossing them back to me.
"There you go. Now we're square."
"Are we?" I said. Forming words reminded me that my whole mouth tasted like Jeff's cock and cum.
"Yeah. A good blowjob and watching you squirm was a bonus."
Not really knowing how to respond, I saluted him again. I'm such a moron.
Jeff nodded back. "Your secret's safe. Maybe don't tell Jared about this though. Not sure who he'll feel about his best bud serving my pole.
With that, Jeff trotted off.
I couldn't get my shorts back on quicker. I felt so exposed and confused by the encounter. I just wanted to get home. And shower off his load and my sweat and brush the Jeff out of my mouth.
I went to look for my shirt, intending to not only put it back on but use it to wipe off all the cum from my legs and trainers. To my dismay, I couldn't find my shirt anywhere along the path. Then I realized Jeff had thrown it over the cliffside and it now resided in a tree next to the lakeshore below.
Fuck it. I ran home shirtless - hoping no one would see the sticky mess all over my legs, socks and trainers.
I got home and slipped in the back door - just in case my dad was home. Didn't want anyone to see me in this state. And I didn't want to tell my dad why I didn't have my shirt.
I shucked my clothes in my bedroom - tossing my cummy shorts in my hamper along with the socks. My trainers, I carefully left on the floor hoping the cum would dry clear on them.
I showered - washing Jeff and the day off myself. I also brushed my teeth for 10 or so minutes attempting to get the taste of him out of my mouth. Sadly, there was still this lingering bitterness in the back of my throat to remind me what I had done.
I dried off and returned to my bedroom -- a towel wrapped around my waste.
I reached my bedroom to hear: "What is this, glue?"
It was my dad. He was looking at my messed up trainers on the floor.
I came into the doorway and he turned to me, "What's with you and always messing up anything I buy for you. You're such a weird kid."
I shrugged not knowing how to take that and not wanting to discuss the substance covering my trainers any further.
"I'm off for the weekend with Daisha. You should take some time to hang with your friends. No parties though - right?"
"Right." I said. Wasn't sure that would ever be something I'd know enough people to do. But hey, maybe getting closer to Jared will make it happen.
My dad gave me a hug - a little uncomfortable since I was still in just my towel.
My dad said, "You know, your physique is really coming along. Maybe this sports thing is gonna work out for you. Keep with your teammates - listen to them and do what they say."
Then he walked out, leaving me alone for the weekend.
Jared messaged: "Can't wait to hang out again best bro. Got some mad ideas for dares coming your way"
I replied: "Oh?"
Jared: "You'll see ;) Better warm up before I get there. Maybe dare yourself a few times."
Not going to lie to you, I had a lot of fun that night in an empty house with no worries of interruption. I was so horny from the week that all I wanted was to have my dick tell me what to do.
On Jared's recommendation, I went for it. And I had a blast!
First off, after my dad left I decided I was not wearing clothes for the rest of the day. I cranked up some house music on my dad's house-wide stereo system and danced around like no one was watching. Every few minutes I'd jerk off a bit so I could keep my cock hard. It wasn't hard to keep it stiff.
I realized I hadn't eaten anything around 7 and so I ordered a pizza.
Then I went back to wanking and making a fool of myself.
I went into every room and posed in various awkward, but sexy positions while I played with my erect, 7-inch dick. A few of my favorites were spread eagle on the washing machine, or sprawled out on the dining room table, and finally, my cock resting on top of the clean underwear in my dad's chest of drawers.
For those of you who care - he also wears boxer briefs - Calvin Klein.
I admit it was fun to dare myself, although I knew it would be better with Jared.
I ran out back totally naked and did 3 laps in the backyard before running back in.
Then I dared myself to lick the top of my cummy shoes. It tasted gross but part of me still got off on it.
I'll have to unpack that at some point. I could still taste Jeff in my mouth anyway.
Then I dared myself not to wash my cummy running shorts. I'd wear them for my run in the morning -- knowing a jock's dried load was all over them.
For whatever reason, I also kept daring myself to taste my precum each time it appeared on the head of my rock hard cock. The more I did it, the better I liked the taste. It still grossed me out to play with my own cum but I was warming up to it.
I was in the front living room staring at the vacuum and having strange ideas -- when I heard the doorbell ring.
The pizza!
I turned and ran to the front door, hoping the pizza guy hadn't looked through the window to see me boned up, naked.
When I reached the door I realized there was nothing nearby to cover myself with. I was considering what I could grab when the doorbell rang again.
"Come on! I have 3 more deliveries," said the guy on the other side of the door.
I took a deep breath and opened the front door, hiding myself behind it as I opened it just enough to receive the pizza through.
A 20-something, college guy wearing the pizza place uniform stood on my doorstep. He had shiny, shaggy looking hair and a good physique accentuated by his uniform -- hugging him in all the right places.
"He's your pizza, buddy."
My cock twitched at the term buddy and I felt a huge drop of precum wet the tip.Well since I'd been doing it all evening, I reached down, took the prefuck on my finger and then brought it too my lips - pushing it into my mouth in full view of this guy.
"Thanks," I said.
I reached out and took the pizza box from him.
"The receipt," he said, looking me over. What he could see of me anyway.
I took it and nodded back at him.
He smiled at me. "You having fun tonight?"
I nodded.
"Home alone?"
I shrugged. He grabbed his crotch with his strong, muscle hand -- showing off his package to me.
"Show me."
I was scared at this point but once again I was too horny to stop myself. Without too much thought, I opened the door all the way - putting my nakedness in full view of his stranger.
"Nice, but turn around," he said.
I turned around and stuck out my ass a bit.
"Hot. Bend over."
I bent over as instructed. I didn't know what I was doing. What I did know is that I was going to show this stranger what my asshole looked like apparently.
"Cool. Gotta go now."
"Okay," I said, getting back to a normal position -- harder than ever.
"See you around."
And with that he headed back to his car.
I was sweating -- both because I was frightened there would be consequences to what I just did and also because showing a random dude my hole was hot to me. Also, I hope no one was out in front of my street watching it as it went on. Shit -- I've got to get a hold of myself.
Anyway, I ate my pizza and played around the house for another several hours until late that night.
I ended up cumming 3 times:
Once on the pizza box after my first slice while thinking of the delivery guy's cock coming out of his pants and into my face.
Once on my bed before I went to bed.
And once, at 3 am, after waking myself up from a dream about Jared in bed with me. The 3 am one was particularly fun because I went to my bedroom window, the same one Jared had pressed himself up against me. I wanked until I spat a third load of the night all over the window pane.
I watched for a bit as my cum dripped down the pane of glass. Then went back to bed letting the remaining drips from my cock get all over my sheets as I slept.
I slept in the next morning.
When I woke up I cleaned up anything as evidence of last night's shenanigans. And to my dismay, I was still raging with horniness.
Jared came over around 1pm. He walked in the door wearing his blue and black, workout clothes, looking as hot as ever.
"There's my best bro." he said, coming inside like he owned the place. "Nice shorts - Jackson pollock brand?"
"Haha. Had a good dream," I lied, looking down at my crusty, cum-covered shorts.
"Looks more like my bro is getting used to wearing man juice."
"Hell yeah, Jared. Thanks for helping me overcome my hesitation."
"No prob, bestie. Now let's head out. Your first dare of the day is coming on our run."
I gulped and the two of us headed out on our run.