"Prettier at Closing Time"
By - Justin
Part 4
Chip, a skilled cocksucker, a lover of butt licking and cum eating, was a slut to some folks, but a compulsive need for Evan. He was so hot.
He continued on Evans body, worshipping him and working for a second load from his tired cock. All Evan had to do was ask, for something and he became his whore. To top it off, they were friends.
Chip was prepared to go slow, tight and deep, anyway that Evan liked it best. The willingness to struggle with choking in order to please him seemed to be a sworn duty.
It was ridiculous of course; Evan never thought "duty" at all. He knew that Chip enjoyed being with him, but never his duty.
He would talk to Chip about it, but later. Right now, it was too good of a blowjob, to stop with words. Evan rested his hefty hairy balls on Chip's nose dragging them down to his lips.
With any life left in Evan's balls, Chipper wanted dick in his mouth once more to slurp like a well-used cocksucker.
"Last, try for cum, before we go into the kitchen and put together grilled cheese sandwiches,' mumble Evan in his deep sexy voice.
"With tomato?" asked Chipper, looking up from Evans' crotch.
"You betcha."
It doesn't take much effort to gobble cock. You don't have to be starving, just willing. Evan having the power of sex over Chip was the best thing for both of them.
Sex wasn't much of a challenge for Chip. He knew how to get Evan off once more. Effort is nothing to worry about when it comes to cock. With enough sucking and a good amount of determination bobbing up and down, the results are evident.
"Don't force yourself to go after more cum. I'm satisfied," said Evan.
"I'm not forcing, I'm driven with confidence, and want to leave this ball sack empty."
"Fat chance, of that ever happening, it's never empty, just needs to rest between loads.
Holding your cock in my mouth strengthens my desire to slurp the last beads of cum wherever I see it lying in your sticky pubic hair.
Evan watched his cock gobbled between Chipper's lips and he began talking again. Words are a powerful force for getting him off. Any words, except - `FUCK YEAH', he hated, absolutely hated that long overused porn lingo. He hated it because it was stupid with no imagination. Idiots say, "Fuck yeah."
Evan's legs stiffen and the movement became tense. It was Evan's sweaty moist balls, dragged over Chip's dark face that called for a hungry slut to gobble his cock. The talking released a surge of creamy cum running from Evan's cock head, into Chipper warm mouth.
"Umm, we are Brooklyn sluts," whispered Chip, wiping a bead of left over cum from his own cock, then, putting it into Evan' mouth.
"A delicacy from India," he giggled feeding Evan. Ask me back next Sunday and I will save my cream the entire week for you."
"Is that a promise – the entire week?" asked Evan.
"Yes – I promise. I will eat curry and you will get the flavor you say, you like. It is not curry you taste, but rather Indian food. My mom is an excellent cook.
I am twenty years old I don't smoke tobacco, and have lots of cum in my balls. You can have all of it, just ask me back, and it is yours. Would you like to make it two weeks? I think I can do it."
That sort of talking gave rise to Evan's tired pecker sleeping in his pants. It is the power of words. Chipper mastering the right words aroused Evan.
They both had something the other wanted. Chip hungered to be fucked and Evan did him exactly the way he wanted it. That is how they spent time together. After sex, they were simply a couple of gay friends. One acting gayer than the other does.
Chip wiggled under Evan's arm and rested his head on his chest. "Are we through, I'm thinking about the grilled cheese sandwich?"
"Yeah, that's it. I can't muster up a third load. Last night was a rough one for me. I'm surprised I was able to do this much."
Evan wasn't that much older than Chip. He was twenty-six and Chip was turning twenty-one in two months. They were as different as day and night, however, with Chippers new look and masculine way of talking, Evan didn't see much difference any longer, except for their bodies.
"The difference!"
Chip, Charles, to be exact, was feminine acting and his body deliciously smooth, almost delicate. His Indian dark body was special. Evan, on the other hand, was masculine, with hair on his chest and legs, built for honeymoon romping having the strength of a big dick. You might say – "Every girls dream." At sixteen years of age, was fucked weekly by two different men. One man in his forties and the other in his fifties. He liked doing it, and preferred older men to boys his own age. He kept it a secret from everybody, because he didn't want it to end. As a result, he became a Master top and wanted to fuck old men, to even the score, and if married, they were a major plus for his ego. It was disturbing and crazy, but the past is what it is.
"More coffee?" Evan asked already refilling Chip's cup. They were at last, out of the bedroom, and sitting at the kitchen table.
"Thanks, this is good sandwich. I really like this lunch, on a Sunday morning, and the coffee too. Next week, I should come back and bring you a Sunday snack," Chip quoted referring to cum, without saying it outright.
"I hate to plan that far ahead because I go to the Barcelona, a gay club, on Saturday nights," confessed Evan, speaking without thinking.
"That is Saturday; I'm talking about Sunday. If you are sleeping, I'll come by later in the day, or simply wake you up. I know he Barcelona Club, it is near Prospect Park. I have been there."
"You're twenty, and you have to be twenty one to get in."
"I have ID, and beside I'll be twenty one in two months."
"Fake ID?"
"Well - yeahh, why do you stay until closing time anyway?"
"The men all get prettier at closing time and some good stuff is ready to dump loads. Damn, I shouldn't be talking this way," mumbled Evan, not thinking how it sounded.
"Closing time at a bar is not my concern however saving cum for a week is rough on me when I push one out every day. But if you want it, then okay. "Do you want the other half sandwich?"
"Nope, it's for you."
"Say, why not go with me Saturday night to the Barcelona that would be cool."
"So you could leave me at closing time to fuck somebody? I don't think so."
"I'm not your boyfriend."
"That is an amazing point. Don't fret over stuff, and don't get moody. You are endless sex and what you offer, however stated, is used."
After an incredibly messed up conversation, and following a romping performance in the bedroom, the day ended for them as it started - alone. There was passion, but no actual connection other than sexual. It was enough for good times playing porn characters, but not much else. That incredible Sunday morning is now behind them.
Evan, not one to dwell on anything, seldom thought about Chip. Like two ship passing in the night, he was history.
He did remember however, the aspect of excellent cum, which realistically, cum is seldom delicious. That's when life gets in the way of a good thing.
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