I had become so focused on sucking Bobby's great cock that I hadn't really even considered how late it was getting. Once I forced my mind off further thoughts of doing him again, I realized that I needed to get home, or risk the wrath of my parents. I reluctantly dressed, and hauled ass for home, leaving a stunned, but satisfied Bobby at his front door.
I crept into my house, and to my room, as silently as possible, relieved at finding a dark, and totally quiet household. I had no clue whatever how I would have explained my appearance, or worse yet, the lingering scents of raw sex, and fairly fresh cum, that surrounded my immediate space like a misty cloud. It was not something that I cared to discuss with my parents, definitely. Inside my room, I peeled out of my clothes, and padded naked across the hall to the bathroom, where I washed up, and brushed my teeth. I regretted loosing the pungent after taste of Bobby's hot loads, but worried that one of the parents might look in on me, should they arise during the remainder of the night, and detect the distinct odor. I peed, and crept back inside my room, closing the door behind me, and slid into the cool, fresh sheets.
Settled back on my pillow, I ran my hand under the sheet, and idly stroked my semi erect cock, reliving every minute of the incredible evening I had just spent with Bobby. Damn, I thought, it had been awesome, totally, and I chided myself for not exploring my desires, and apparent skill, as a cocksucker long before. A vivid image of Bobby's thick meat swam through my mind, followed by the image of me on my knees before him, hungrily sucking that throbbing tool to the very base. My cock rose to rock hardness as I stroked it slowly, remembering every detail of how his cock had filled my mouth, and poked angrily into the back of my throat. My jaw actually ached some, unaccustomed to the vigorous exercise I had put it through over the last several hours, or maybe, I decided, it ached for more!
I ran my hand over my balls, and instantly recalled the feel of Bobby's plump nuggets in my hand, and my mouth, so heavy, and loose, the twin orbs moving about inside the wrinkled pouch. And the cum, my God, a veritable gusher of the stuff, both times! The stuff was really amazing, I decided, so thick, and warm, even slippery, as it slid down my throat. I pictured the moment when he exploded, the feel of his heavy balls pulling upward, and the rigid shaft swelling, then jerking, in my mouth, as his creamy fluid jetted into me, over and over. I felt my own balls tingle with that incredible sensation, and my own shaft thicken, and jerk, in my rapidly moving fist, erupting, and spewing my own thick juice over my stomach, some even spattering up on my heaving chest. As I pumped my spraying cock, I mumbled softly to the dark and quiet room, cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker, my chants in perfect sync with each firm ejaculation of my juice. Suddenly overwhelmed with total exhaustion, I dabbed at my cummy mess with my tee shirt, then, rolled over, and instantly crashed into a deep, sound sleep.
The next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming in through the window. I woke slowly, peering at my clock, and determining that it was after 10:00 am. I rolled onto my back, stretched, then, rolled out of bed. I grabbed some clean briefs, shorts, and another tee shirt, feeling very much like a long, hot shower. I spotted last night's tee shirt lying on the floor next to my bed, and picked it up. I held it to my face, and sniffed deeply, smiling, as the lingering odor of my seminal discharge wafted through my nostrils. That image of me on my knees, Bobby's hard cock filling my mouth, once again flashed through my brain, and I shuddered slightly, then, headed for that hot shower.
After raiding the fridge for some much needed sustenance, I wandered outside, and decided on impulse to wash my car. I had just finished, and was admiring the gleam, when my cell phone went off, the goofy ring tone startling my reverie. I picked up, and heard nothing for a few seconds, then, a heavy sigh, followed by, "Ryan....hey, Dude..." My heart did a small flutter as I instantly recognized Bobby's voice, and I quickly responded, saying hello. He was quiet again, then said, "So, what are you up to right now?" I glanced back at the brightly shining car in the driveway, and responded, "Not much, actually....I just finished washing my ride." Another brief pause ensued, followed by, "Cool....so, uh....could you maybe, like, come and pick me up.......we, uh.....well, we sorta need to talk, Dude." My heart turned over again, and a dark dread washed over me, as I contemplated the meaning of "need to talk." It sounded heavy, ominous even, and I took a deep breath, and answered, "Yea Bobby, sure....be right there....you, um, want to give me a clue?" He paused, then sighed again, and replied, "Right....like you wouldn't have a clue, I suppose." The dark dread feeling intensified, and I actually shuddered, my mind racing ahead to the possibilities, but I just uttered, "Twenty minutes, OK?" He acknowledged, and rang off, leaving me holding a dead phone, and my breath.
As I drove toward Bobby's, I considered the probable direction of our upcoming "talk," and decided that I was most likely going to hear the too-much-booze excuse for his allowing last evening's events to occur, and the macho, I'm not into that gay shit speech. And, I decided, I would let that fly, as far as Bobby was concerned, because he probably, in fact, did have too much alcohol in him last night, and I never considered for a minute that he was into the gay shit. Not really, I didn't, not even when he had eagerly jerked me to orgasm in the shower, or when he had allowed me to feast on his thick cock, twice, no less, and happily filled my mouth with his loads, did I consider that he was into it, other than the fact that he seemed to think that it felt pretty incredible, and even said as much. No, Bobby was definitely straight, and no doubt was feeling somewhat threatened in the cold light of soberness that came with the new day. It was my own sexuality that hung in the balance here, and as I once again recalled the awesome sensation of touching another male, and sucking that powerful piece of meat, and of actually bringing about the mind blowing orgasms that resulted, I decided that one evening was not even close to enough. I wanted to go there again, big time, and if not with Bobby, then, with someone less uptight about the "gay" connotation of it all. Cocksucker, I said right out loud, and smiled, nodding my head, and thinking, "Yup, pretty much!"
Bobby was outside waiting when I pulled up, and I felt a small tingle in my balls as I checked him out. He was dressed in shorts, and a logo tee shirt, white tennis shoes on his feet. As he walked toward the car, I settled my eyes on his bulging crotch, and felt my mouth salivate. Lighten up, Bobby, I mentally chided him, I only want to suck that thick cock of yours, and, I promise it will be our little secret! He opened the door, and slid into the seat, looking over at me with a slightly sheepish expression. I smiled, and reached over to nudge his shoulder, saying, "Hey studly....how's it hanging?" His cheeks flushed slightly, and he mumbled, "Good....it's all good." I let my gaze drop into his lap, and felt the tingle again, as I noted the fullness of his package, my mind suddenly imaging clearly how that solid tube had looked in all of its naked, throbbing glory. I swallowed, and pulled away from the curb. I glanced over again, and asked, "So, where to, Dude?" He looked at me, paused, and seemed to relax some, as he responded, "How about some take-out coffee, then, over by the river?" I nodded, resisting the strong urge to just drop my hand onto that tempting bulge, and say good morning to my new friend.
We made the coffee house stop, picking up some frothy Frappicino mixture, and I drove out to river at the edge of town. This was the popular spot for our crowd to gather, to party, or to hone the skill required to entice one of the local lasses to join one of the local lads in a tour of some ones back seat. It was mostly an after dark scene, and the place was virtually deserted at this hour of broad daylight. I rambled down a short dirt road, effectively screwing my recent wash job, and parked between some big oaks. Bobby sat quietly, sipping at his coffee, and I settled back, doing the same. Some awkward silence ensued, and I finally tired of the tension, and said, "Bobby, Dude, look....it's not a big deal, OK....it was me...all of it...so don't sit there questioning your manhood, OK?" He flushed slightly, a soft glow filling in over his cute face, and he looked at me. He let that sink in a beat, then, said, "Not a big deal....really?" I chuckled, and nodded, then replied, "Yes, really....I mean, what big deal....we were both horny....you had it out...like, right there, you know....and besides.....I've really been thinking about doing....that....a lot....so, fuck it, I just went for it!" Bobby digested that information, looking curiously at me, then said, "Yea....you did do that, alright....well, so then....did you....um....actually like doing....that?" I grinned at him, dropping my eyes to check out what was now a much more pronounced lump in his lap, and replied, "Well, jeez, Bobby.....think about it Dude....I mean....I DID do again, later, right?" he blushed sweetly, nodding his head slowly, and answered, "Yea, that's true enough....so then....you did.....right?....actually liked doing it?" Suddenly feeling much better about the direction this "talk" had taken, I did a quick glance around outside the car, then, boldly dropped my hand onto the large lump at Bobby's crotch, and answered, "Yes, Bobby...I liked it a lot...and...if you're into it, I'd really like to do it again, right now."
Bobby let out a soft groan, as I squeezed his rock hard erection through his shorts, and muttered, "Oh man....fuck...I do....really.....want you to.....but, Dude....please....nobody can ever.....like.....know, you know?" I nodded, moving my fingers to tug at the elastic of his shorts, and answered, "No way Bobby....I mean, hell....I'm the cocksucker here....so why would I tell?" He shuddered, and lifted his sweet butt off the seat, allowing me to slide the shorts, and his briefs, down his legs, freeing that delicious stalk of teen boy meat. The thing was hard as steel, and stood straight up, pulsing against his abdomen, and my mouth instantly flooded with saliva. I groaned, and reached out to grip the shaft with my fingers, as I maneuvered across the car seat. I pushed Bobby's legs apart, and all but dove in between, my hand lifting his throbbing boner away from his groin. I stared at it briefly, once again amazed at my abject hunger for it, and slid my tongue out to lap at the smooth head. Bobby groaned again, and I captured the flared helmet between my lips, sucking the tip, and dancing my tongue tip against the tiny `v' at the underside of the head, while I ran my fingers lightly up and down the shaft. He groaned again, and opened his legs wider, lifting his butt slightly, as though feeding me his weapon.
I encircled the base with my fingers, holding it firmly, and slowly engulfed the entire length of him, an inch at a time. I bottomed out, his silky pubes tickling at my upper lip, and my nose, as the burgeoning head of his meaty cock stabbed at the back of my throat. My eyes welled up with moisture, and my mouth was absolutely flooded with saliva, as his fresh, clean flavor invaded my senses. The fullness of his cock buried inside my mouth just felt right, somehow, and I reached between his wide spread legs to capture his heavy balls in my palm. That got more groans out of Bobby, and I gently manipulated his nuts, as I began moving my head, and slick mouth, up and down his shaft. Each time I reached the tip, I swabbed over it with my tongue, and stabbed at his tiny slit, actually working my tip inside. Each time that I dug my tongue tip into him there, he groaned louder, and uttered strings of gibberish. I worked up and down his length several times, my rhythm getting smoother with each pass, and I sensed that he was rapidly reaching the boiling point. I wanted desperately to once more feel his incredible explosion flood my hungry mouth, but I also wanted this to last as long as possible, so I slid my mouth up the length of his turgid cock, and pulled all the way off, as he gasped loudly at the sudden disconnect.
I dropped lower between his legs, and shoved his legs back, then dropped my head between them, and orally attacked his large nuts. I swabbed the flat of my tongue across the wrinkly sac, and drooled saliva all over it, before lapping at his loose balls. I worked one orb into my mouth, and sucked it gently, while I ran my fingertips up and down his smooth inner thighs. He was huffing, and groaning, muttering my name, and a series of "oh fuck" expletives, as I moved between his heavy balls, sucking each one, then both. I was really into this now, my jaw screaming in agony, mixed with ecstasy, as I attacked his balls with a fervor, gagging slightly on my own free flowing saliva. I released his balls then, and moved, to once more swallow his drooling cock to the hilt. I encircled the base of his shaft with my fingers, and pumped it in sync with my mouth moving up and down over him, and my taste buds ached with the nutty taste of his flowing precum.
I worked him a few more minutes, sensing his rapidly crowning excitement, and suddenly, his fingers entangled my hair, as he gripped my head in a vise-like hold. "Aggggg, fuck.....Ry.....!" He wailed, his hips driving into me, as his hands clamped down on my temples. "Unggg....Ungggg...fuuuuuuuuck....!" He chanted loudly, and his shaft jerked inside my mouth, and erupted. His warm fluid ejected over my tongue, instantly flooding me, and I gulped, tears spilling from my eyes, and he immediately flooded me again. I swallowed, only to once more be filled to capacity, as Bobby continued to drain his balls, filling my mouth faster than I could clear it. He gave one final thrust, and I gagged slightly, as the final rope of his copious emission jetted into me, and he sagged backward onto the seat. His still drooling cock slipped from my battered mouth, and I felt a drizzle of his cum run from the corner of my mouth, and roll down my chin. I sat up, and wiped at my mouth with the back of my hand, my senses reeling with a mixture of adrenaline, and Bobby's salty taste. I collapsed back against the car seat, gulping in air, and rolled my head, to look at Bobby. He stared back at me, his cute face flushed, and blotchy red, as his chest rose and fell in his attempt to breathe normally. I grinned at him, still aware of the cum drizzle running off my chin, and asked, "Well, studly, did that rock, or what?" Bobby gazed at me, still slightly dazed, and mumbled, "Pretty fucking hot, Dude, for sure....but....I'm sorta thinking that it needs more work.....if you catch my drift!" I giggled, and nodded, then muttered, "Ya think?"
(To Be Continued...?) Storyguy22@yahoo.com