Pumpkin Pie and Carrot Cake
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Part 2
"How far do we have to go to get to your place?" Asked Cheek after walking only a half block. "If my car wasn't in the garage for service, we would be riding," he concluded
They stopped in front of a town parking lot where Dan had left his truck earlier in the day. "We can ride," he exclaimed. See that white pick-up - that is my truck?"
They piled in the truck and Dan backed around rather forcefully and headed from the lot into the street. "I have a place on Douglas Street," said Dan. There is a lot of friggin traffic this time of the day.
"You're a bang. I get why Jack fucked your ass." Said Cheek, rubbing his cock but keeping it covered in his pants. "How old are you now?"
"Nineteen"
"I'm twenty." Said Cheek
Cheek reached under his belt using a finger to collect something sticky. "Want it.," he said to Dan
"Geezus bro, I'm driving...yeah okay - fuck, feed it to me."
Cheek put his finger between Dan's lips and Dan licked the gob from his finger.
"You like that shit?"
"It is good, sweet like blackberry."
"It's warm from my nuts. Man, you gonna love sucking these balls. They are plump and roll around like poached eggs. Is that what you want?" inquired Cheek. "I'm only askin `cause you said you was a boy ho"
Dan looked at Cheek and grinned with a sign of approval, but did not answer. He just stared and grinned. "Man, you're crazy," he finally said
"Hey, you didn't answer me bro. never mind that `crazy' shit, do you like that blackberry jizz 'cause I got more?"
"I love it."
"Yeahhh. I knew you was a slut.
"Stop bragging," replied Dan "I can handle anything you got - no problem."
"I hear that, being a nig—duh, a `slut' myself; you gonna love this." He said unzipping his jeans and lifting his black moist cock free from his underwear.
Dan could barely drive through traffic and look between Cheeks legs. He struggled mentally to compose himself but his love for cock controlled him like being drugged. "Fuck man, you are a rabbit," he finally managed to say.
"Go ahead and get absorbed," mumbled Cheek holding an okay piece of chocolate flesh. For sure, a find young black dick, he was holding.
"C'mon, touch it man, grab that dick."
"Not here, idiot. I am driving."
Cheek stuffed his cock back into his underwear and zipped up. They stopped at a red light and cars were on both sides of them. Cheek was not about to advertise to the public. He was saving his dark flesh for Dan.
"Let's talk about this Tony kid." Said Cheek
"Nah, we were teen agers and compared to just now, with that coco candy bar between your legs, it is a dull story and you wouldn't like hearing about it. We were young dumb and silly. Hell, that was five years ago"
"Shittt – talk man; let me be the judge," said Cheek rubbing Dan's leg in a gentle way. You are trim, but you ain't scrawny trim – you got stuff." He mumbled
"Back then, I was scrawny white bones on a sheet, but okay. Damn, where do I start? – okay," Dan replied.
Tony was another jock, at Fairfield High school in Hollyville Center. Tony fancied himself as the man about town. I didn't know much about him because he was older and out of my league. You know one of those popular kids.
Tony was taller than Jack, however, they both had swimmer's bodies and played sports. I was shorter, so we looked like a team of something and nothing in a "before and after" picture.
Tony controlled by Jack, was available for dirty games. Tony was one apple, that didn't fall far from the tree. No matter what Jack wanted, Tony would do it. I am not stupid and learned by watching and listening about how they sucked and fucked each other, not thinking it was gay.
"Geezus, we're not faggots; chill, it's only sex," Grow up, Jack would say to him.
Both Jack and Tony were stacked with testosterone; but never knew it. Every day meant getting off and dumping glorious young cum on the ground or down the toilet. They thought putting that stuff (cum) in their mouths was sick. Now, try to explain that one to me,"
"You can't figure righteous trash living in a cool house in a good neighborhood. Don't tell me that trash ain't white." said Cheek
"Nah, they're not trash, just horned up and young," Dan said, stopping for another red light.
"Dam straight, we ain't trash either," said Cheek. "We is damn pretty vanilla and chocolate." Said Cheek
"Ha ha-ha, that's pretty good. Do you want to hear more story or not? "
"If you are in it, sure I do,"
"I am" said Dan
"Okay"
Tony with all this magnetism was barely a sharp knife in the drawer. He wasn't dumb, just easily led around looking for the next orgasm. Tony was very much Jack's type of boy. I thought I was his boy, but he had boys, all different ages. Getting off meant everything to Tony and he lived for that feeling. There is realism in there somewhere.
"Dam, that's cool. I would like to get me a Tony ho. I would fuck butt till I felt good." Interrupted Cheek
"You don't need Tony. I am better," Dan, said hoping that was correct.
"You think so?"
"Of course," all those queer moves gave me experience"
Anyway, Jack arranged a weekend sleepover. Tony was included, but he was coming later. This was nothing unusual' in Hollyville, the kids did sleepovers all the time.
I got there shortly after Jack's parents had left; so Jack's had the house to himself.
"Hey, buddy boy, you made it – sleeping bag and all" Jack said when he opened the door, giving me a little hug and patting my ass with a quick feel.
"Yeah," was all I said with my head lowered and a bit insecure? I guess I did that often. I had just turned fourteen and didn't know a hell of a lot.
Jack gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was just the thing I needed; my insecurity vanished as quickly as it had arrived.
We settled on the couch and looked at some TV. I have no idea what we watched because my eyes kept following Jack as he moved around the room. I watched his chiseled ass, husky legs and teen-age meat moving in his pants. It was heavenly.
His face had that boyish bloom of youth, not like a little boy, but like a grown boy. We sat on the couch kissing and Jack rubbing between my legs with his right hand. About an hour passed, then we ate some leftovers, including a chunk of Pumpkin pie from the fridge that we shared.
A knock came at the door. Actually, it was more like a tap followed by a bang. There was Tony, carrying a carton of cheap beer in one hand and a sleeping bag under the other arm.
"Made it guys," Tony announced. I had to get the beer. No problem tho, the guy took my fake ID," he giggled sounding like a jerk.
So, there we were, and it was beer all around, I hated the taste, but was thrilled to be included, I gladly accepted and fantasized that I was one of the big kids. I had to pretend that I was having a good time.
It was time to be setting up camp. That was Jack's cowboy way of saying `bedtime'. He and Tony wore cowboy hats and I was jealous not having one of my own.
Jack guided us upstairs. It was Jack, then Tony, then me, going up the stairs. I remember it like yesterday. "Can you picture two husky, farm boy wrestlers, in tight jeans, with bubble butts chugging up those stairs?"
All I can say, if that happened today, I would eat ass on the stairs! As much as I love cum, I would make a quick lunch going from one to the other.
"Don't lose that thought, we can use it later, ha ha-ha," said Cheek
We made it to Jack's room. It was a large room, with double windows as well as a double bed. Tony was going to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag.
"Where did you sleep," asked Cheek
"I wasn't concerned with sleeping. I thought the bed was where I was supposed to go. It all seemed simple but crazy.
Tony went to the far side of the bed, and unrolled his gear on the floor. He raised his arms and whipped off his tee shirt, leaving his arms up, in a good show of pit hair. Then he threw the shirt on the floor and scratched his belly. An eighteen-year-old swimmers body, trim, golden and smelling like soap – just think of it.
Jack and I were watching Tony as he went from hunk to super hunk. The bed was big, yet he was on the floor. I didn't get it.
"What do you think Danny? Tony is hot – huh"" he said
"He is wonderful," I replied, BUT you are better,"
"You are getting both of us tonight. Would you like that?"
"Sure"
"Good boy, mumbled Jack
Tony was lying there just in boxers. I got the idea that he was going to strip them off. I grabbed my pajama bottoms and headed for the bathroom. I know it sounds dumb; but that is what I did.
I returned bare chested wearing only PJ bottoms. My junk moved around freely and it was noticeable. I was aware of my scrawny frame; but it was all I had to work with. One is hardly Rambo at that age.
When I got closer to the bed, I could see Tony stretched out on his back, resting on his sleeping bag, arms behind his head, exposing his biceps, like a playgirl model. Judging by the bulge in the boxers, he was still wearing; he was waiting for me.
A fuzzy path of hair ran from his ankles to his waist. Then a trail up to his belly button with a hairless expanse of smooth creamy, rippled skin. I was in love. I worshipped Jack but I loved them both. Truthfully, the thing I loved was cock. They wanted me for their `boy toy and that meant I'd get some cock, it was perfect.
Jack was standing in raggedy of gym shorts, looking as good as ever. The black hair on his crotch peeked between the rip in the shorts and his cock was showing. Jack pulled me toward the bed.
"You don't need a tee shirt. I want this, it belongs to me," whispered Jack squeezing my firm hard cock.
"Okay." I replied too dumb to know better.
"Got that right," interrupted Cheek. Try that shit with a black kid and you'd better have some cash. We ain't dumb about sex and we don't give chocolate away...But that ain't us...no, no, no, – just saying" he concluded.
Jack held his finger to his lips, to be still, and pushed me on to the bed. He spooned up behind me. I was hugged by this incredible jock, and feeling something hard pressed up against my back. His dick poked through his shorts and he was rubbing it against my ass.
His hand went from the back to the front and he rubbed my cock springing it to life. By now, my pajama bottoms were down and Jack was playing with me; rubbing something sticky from his cock on to my dick.
He snapped off the bedside light and stayed snuggled up behind me. With both arms wrapped around me, He whispered in my ear to be quiet and not wake Tony
What a fuckin joke that was. Tony was waiting for the right moment to get at me only Jack had first dips on my ass. His breath smelled like beer and his movements cartoonish in their exaggeration, making up stuff as he went along.
Jack's cock was rubbing up and down my crack as he pulled the front of my PJ bottoms farther down. I thought they 'would rip the way he tore at me getting them down.
Then he guided his dick between my legs, slipping right under my balls. I once heard Clyde and my dad talking about a dry fuck. Maybe this is what they meant by dry - maybe not. Jack's big swollen cock head was under my dick, which was hard by now. His hand rubbed both cocks together at the same time. I had never done that before. It was weird, but I liked it.
With all this thrusting, he was moving us closer to the side of the bed. And closer to Tony who was still on the floor...
The room was no longer quiet, with moaning and grunting coming from Jack, as his dick massaged my junk from behind. He held me by my hips, but it did not hurt, just felt strange.
Tony rose up from the floor, and laid his head on the bed. My PJ's were down and my dick was rock hard directly in front of his face. Jack continued dry humping me from behind and Tony put my dick in his mouth.
Jack's idea was to fuck me and Tony would take my young load and swallow. They did not swallow cum, so I thought, but guess I was wrong.
I felt a hot wetness covering my dick and balls. Tony was licking me with his tongue and plunging in with his mouth between my legs like digging for taters. It felt weird and tickled, but Tony was happy, so I said nothing and just let him lick my balls.
Now, Tony was licking Jack's cock and me at the same time. He became a sucking machine in seconds and I thought I was going to pee.
Jack said "now!" and I felt his body stiffen and his cock throb Jack was cuming and my dick started squirting at the same time. Tony's mouth went into collection mode and he slurped cum from both of us and swallowed.
I don't think a drop got lost. Jack shot off and my balls were sticky wet from cum and Tony licking me like a dog. I rested on the bed but my dick was still hard as a rock.
Tony wouldn't stop. He had both hands on my waist and pulled me into his mouth again. His tongue was working my cock plus my balls and under. There was enough light coming in the window to see he had a nice chunk of meat in his hand, stroking furiously, leaning over me. He gave me a kiss using just lips, none of that tongue stuff that real queers do.
Jack slipped down the bed and took Tony' cock into his mouth. Tony stopped stroking so Jack could suck him, but only for a minute or so. He went back to jerking off. I think he wanted to control the shot.
Tony dumped jizz goo on my chest, grunting with each squirt shooting on me like a cannon. I remember a huge load, but not really that much. Just the same, it felt like a hot gloopy shower.
Yuck - I rolled onto my back and saw Jack propping his head up with one arm. He started to draw swirls in Tony's cum that was sticky to my chest.
Then he lifted his messy finger to my mouth. It looked like a finger coated with white paste. "Taste it." He said
"Not me, I don't want that stuff," I complained to him
"It's not stuff. It is love juice and nothing but protein. You want me to love you, don't you?" He said very convincingly. "Put it in your mouth."
"You taste it," I said
"Tony wants you to have it," he replied
"I was banana crazy for Tony and if that was what he wanted, then I wanted it too. I licked the whitish goo off Jack's hand and swallowed, but said – "No more."
After that sleepover, with two phony admirers, it made a slut out of me.
"What the fuck," said Cheek – you white dudes go to a lot of fuckin trouble for a blowjob. We black bros just say "get on it bitch"
"That works"
"Damn straight it works. There is no time for warm ups when lovin needs to be done. That's what I always say." Continued Cheek
"It is all about timing and being in the right place," Dan replied.
Dan stopped in front of a dull brick building with a sign above the door that read, "Denver Apartments." They went inside and walked the stairs to the second floor.
"Here we are," said Dan
"I hear u bro."
My turn to ask once again – please remember Nifty – thanks
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