Suddenly, it got really quiet in the car, and Bobby tucked away his beautiful cock, and zipped up his jeans. I was very aware of the mess inside my undies, and equally aware of the aftertaste of Bobby's hot load in my mouth. I desperately wanted him to say something, anything, to let me know that we were cool, that it had just sort of happened, and that he wasn't going to go all freak on me. He looked over at me finally, a kind of strange look on his face, and I gave him a weak smile. He just continued to look at me for another minute, then said, "Hey, main-man....how about that ride home?" I blinked a few time, then realized that a ride home was all that this was supposed to have been, and mumbled, "Yea, right, you got it, Dude." I started the car, and pulled back onto the street, quickly covering the few blocks to Bobby's house.
As I pulled up in the driveway, I noticed that the house was completely dark, with only a porch light glowing next to the front door. Bobby chuckled, apparently having noticed my checking out the dark house, and said, "Lucky me to be left on my own this weekend, huh, my old man smell me like this, I'd be, like, grounded for life." I gave a small laugh, as the thought of my Dad smelling Bobby's cum on my breath flashed through my mind, and replied, "Yea, well, it could be worse, Dude." He looked at me in that funny way again, considering my remark, then, apparently caught my drift, and flashed me the killer smile, saying, "Guess maybe your right, Ryan." I felt my face glow hot, still pretty uncomfortable with his lack of any real comment on my recent action. He leaned toward me then, and dropped his hand on my leg, causing my cock to lurch inside my shorts. "Hey, Ryan," he said softly, "It's cool, Bud, I mean, well....shit, man....you really DID help me out, there...and....well....it's cool, ok?" I nodded, relief flooding through me, and kind of croaked, "Yea, Bobby....I know....it's cool with me, too."
We sat there a minute, or two, that seemed like maybe an hour, and he gave my leg a squeeze, and looked square into my eyes. I held my breath, afraid of what was coming next, and he let me suffer another minute. Finally, he took a deep breath, and released it, then said, almost a whisper, "Uh, Ry....I....uh....well....oh shit...so....I really, really need a shower..." I nodded again, and tired to smile, saying, "Yea, Bobby....true enough....you really, really do!" He squeezed my leg again, and those haunting eyes held my gaze, as he sighed again, and said, "So, Dude.....you....um...wanna.... come with me?" I'm not sure which was stronger, the lurch that my heart did, or the one that my rapidly stiffening cock did, or maybe they were equal. I blinked, then again, as Bobby continued to stare into my eyes, then, finally managed to croak, "Yes." Bobby's eyes stayed with mine another beat, and a smile very slowly crossed his face, as he uttered just one word, "Awesome." He moved then, his hand leaving my leg, and I could feel my skin tingling where he had been touching me. He pushed open the car door, and glanced back at me again, then said, "So come on, Dude....I gotta get this booze stench off me." I nodded again, another example of my natural glibness, and got out of the car.
We went inside the house, and Bobby locked the door behind us, then, led me to his bedroom, turning on a few lamps as he went. Once in his room, he rummaged in a dresser drawer, extricated what looked to be fresh boxers, than, with a "come with me" nod of his head, headed across the hallway to the bathroom, me in close tow. Inside the large bathroom, he dropped the clean undies on the counter, and fished in a drawer for his toothbrush, and paste. "Freeking mouth tastes like last weeks garbage!" he said, then, looked at me sheepishly, realizing his small gaff regarding the tastes of ones mouth at the moment. "The booze, I mean." He added, quickly attempting correction of the reference to how my own mouth must be tasting. I giggled, just because it hit me funny, considering that I had about decided I was never again going to brush my teeth, or do anything that might eradicate the lingering taste of Bobby. He looked me up and down, then, reached for the fly of his jeans, opening it, and once more pushing them down his strong legs. He stepped out of them, and my eyes immediately dropped to capture the stunning sight of his impressive cock, and plump balls. He moved to the shower stall, and reached in to start the water flow, as I drooled over his firm, smooth ass. He turned back, and moved to the sink, where he filled his brush with tooth paste. He looked at me in the mirror, and said, "So, Dude...you going to shower in those clothes, or....?" My cock jumped again, rapidly inflating, and tenting my shorts, as my cheeks glowed with heat, and Bobby winked at me in the mirror, then, bent forward to brush his foul mouth, giving me another look at his pretty butt.
With slightly shaking hands, I pulled off my shirt, dropped it, then got out of my shorts, and the now sticky undies. My hardon bounced straight out from my groin, and I watched Bobby in the mirror, as he checked me out, winked again, and nodded his head toward the now steaming shower stall. I moved over, and stepped inside, the hot water washing over me, and adding additional points to my already soaring blood pressure. A few seconds later Bobby joined me, stepping quickly into the stall, and latching the door. He turned toward me, and I saw a brief flash of his fully erect cock sticking out from his dark pubes. He stepped toward me, and our rock hard cocks brushed against one another, and I moaned from the searing contact. Bobby slid his arms around me, and pulled me close, our naked torso's mashing together, and our stiff cocks getting trapped between us. He held me, and no doubt felt me trembling, and put his soft lips against me ear, saying softly, "Oh Ryan...dude....it's cool, Bud.....really it is...."
I shuddered strongly, my senses again gone wild, and my mind a total mess of emotional messages that were inbound at a rate far too fast for processing, and I pulled my head back slightly, looking deeply into Bobby's eyes. He smiled, and gave a tiny nod of his head, as I slowly moved my head toward him, needing to, and knowing I was going to, kiss his soft, lush mouth. He tensed slightly for a second, then, relaxed, a low moan escaping from his chest, as I felt his mouth soften under mine, and open slightly. I moved my tongue forward slightly, and let the tip graze over his lips, and he softened some more, allowing me to slide it inside his mouth. I groaned, as Bobby bumped my tongue with his, and we began dueling them, flooding each others mouths, and sucking each others tongues. I ran my hand down, and between us, my fingers finding his rampant cock, and closing around the thick shaft, as he groaned again, breaking our feverish kiss, and mumbled my name. I inhaled sharply, my breath ragged in my throat, as I felt his hand seek, and find, my own throbbing cock, and grip it, moving the skin back and forth over the steely shaft. "Bobby....oh fuck.....Bobby!" I croaked, and he stepped back slightly, and reached for the soap. He gave my cock a few more strokes, as I mirrored the action on his thick meat, and he said, "Damn, Ryan....this baby is freeking nice, dude!"
Bobby nudged against me, and I leaned back, my back coming to rest on the stall wall, as Bobby began a slow leathering of my front side, rubbing his soapy palms over my chest, and lightly pinching my very erect nipples. He applied more soap to his hands, and moved lower, passing his palm sideways across my tummy, and dipping his finger into my navel. I was panting like a dog on a hot day, as he dipped lower still, his fingers threading through my pubic hairs, and tugging them gently. I was a mess, panting, and moaning, my heart hammering at my chest wall, as Bobby continued, dropping below my rampant cock, and stroking the insides of my thighs with soapy fingers. I instinctively spread my legs, as he slid upward, and cupped my hanging balls very gently. My cock jerked strongly, and for one second I was sure I was going to blow, so intense was the feeling ripping through me from his touch. "Easy, dude.....easy....!" he told me, and I groaned again, as he hefted my nuts in his palm, and began fingering each orb, gently moving them within my sac. "Oh fuck, yea.....Bobby.....jeez.....!" I chirped, my nerves singing with the new sensations I was registering. "I know, Ry...fuck...I know...!" he muttered, and moved his other slippery hand to my throbbing, leaking, cock. He gripped my shaft, and stroked it, my groans filling the steamy space, as he moved into a rhythm of steady strokes up and down my drooling cock, all the while fondling my aching balls with the other hand.
My knees turned to Jell-O, and I sagged against the cool wall tiles, my head rolling side to side, and incoherent noises running steadily from my mouth. My whole body was screaming with sensation, every nerve ending sending signals of pure pleasure to my overloaded brain, as Bobby stroked me, rapidly driving me to the abyss. I released a low, deep groan, sounding like some wounded animal, as I rolled up onto my toes, and felt my balls turn over in their sac, then, explode. My molten load charged through the length of my jerking cock, and erupted, long, thick ropes of the stuff arching across the small divide between us, and painting Bobby's chest, and smooth tummy, with numerous spatters, that began to run downward in long streaks. "Agggg, fuuuuuck, Bobby!" I wailed, my hips bucking back and forth rapidly, as it felt like I would never stop cumming. He slowed, but continued to milk my wilting shaft, as he released my balls, and slid his strong arm around me to keep from sinking to the floor. I was shaking all over, my breath ragged, and gasping, as I gulped in huge swallows of air, a thousand little lights flashing in front of my eyes. He gave my soft cock one last squeeze, and released it, stepping back slightly. He looked down at his well slimed torso, then, looked back up at me, his gorgeous smile spreading over his very cute face, and said, "Holy shit, Dude, how long you been saving that up? I looked down at his painted skin, and couldn't help but giggle, as I looked back into his eyes, and answered, seriously, "Only forever, Bobby....only all of my freeking life...!" His grin widened, and he slowly dragged his finger through a track of the slick goo, then, with a sinister little chuckle, he slid the finger into my willing mouth, and I instinctively began to suck it. Very softly, he asked, "So Dude....who's tastes best...hmmm?" I looked straight into his eyes, as I gripped his wrist, and removed his finger from my mouth, then, answered, "Not really sure, Bobby....I'm thinking I need to taste yours, again."
Bobby held my gaze for a heartbeat or two, then, keeping his back against the shower spray, he put his hands on my shoulders, and gently urged me downward, saying, "You're totally right, Ryan....we need to be really sure." I slowly sank to my knees, and found myself at eye level with Bobby's thick cock, and I felt my mouth water, as I reached out, my fingers gripping its base, before moving my mouth over the flared, and nearly purple head, with no hesitation, this time. Bobby let out a deep moan, as I slid his burgeoning cock into my mouth, until his silky pubic hairs met my nose. The thick head bumped the back of my throat, and I relaxed it, letting the spongy tissue enter my throat deeper, and I swallowed several times, tears flooding into my eyes, as he gripped my head, muttering my name over and over. I moved my head over his length, his thickness swelling my cheeks, and lapped at his rock hard shaft with my tongue, as I reached between his spread legs to capture his swinging balls, and tug on them gently. "Jesus Ry!" he muttered, and I repeated the deep throat movement, again swallowing, as his mushroom cap bumped the back of my throat.
I found a rhythm, sucking Bobby's thick cock with abandon, loving the feel, and the flavor of it, moving in and out of my drooling mouth, and I rolled his heavy balls in my fingers, moving my free hand up, to rub across his tummy and chest, smearing the remnants of my own copious discharge into his warm, smooth skin. His slim hips moved back and forth, as he matched my movements, gently humping his turgid meat in and out of my sucking mouth, and in much too short a time, he released a guttural groan, and his cock jerked strongly inside my mouth. I felt his balls move in my fingers, and he made the deep noise again, as his cock erupted, spewing rapid jets of his frothy cream over my tongue. I gagged slightly with the suddenness, and the volume, of his eruption, then swallowed several times, reveling in the pungent flavor of his nectar, and the slickness of it, as it slid down my throat, time after time. Spent, Bobby slowly folded, and dropped down beside me, his drained cock slipping from my lips. I snuggled against him, and licked the soft skin of his neck, as I said, "Yours is way better....absolutely....yours!" He ruffled my hair, then rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, as the warm shower spray washed over our now wet bodies, and said, "Well, lets not decide that yet, Ry.....I mean, hell, twice is a pretty small sample, don't you think?" I giggled against the wet, smooth skin of his chest, and replied, "Yea, for sure.....I'm thinking there needs to be a larger sample.....like,....a whole LOT larger...!"
We cuddled and touched for a while, recovering some semblance of normal heart rate, and breathing. Eventually, we managed to actually complete the shower mission, giggling like school girls, as we soaped each others body, using the washing as an excuse to further explore our new found adventure. We toweled each other, then moved naked across the hall to Bobby's room, and curled together on his bed, both giving in to the need for a nap.
(To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com