Story Themes: Best friends, manipulation, domination, straight to gay
Part 16:
When Matt walked into the bathroom the water temperature was just warming up to the right level. I was standing under one of the shower heads, letting the water take a first pass at rinsing my body before I even picked up a bar of soap. He opened the shower door and stepped in, positioning himself under the other shower head.
"Thanks for gettin' the shower goin', Danny. I swear, if it wasn't for food, workouts, and pussy, I'd live in this glass box."
I thought about saying something to Matt about letting his Dad in the room when we'd just finished... well when I'd just finished sucking him off. I was still naked and on my knees when he'd started towards the door and had no time to throw anything on. But I kept my mouth shut. The reality is everything was ok. His father didn't freak out. His father had no clue what we were really doing. And Matt, well, he kind of told me this is how it would be. He wouldn't tell anyone anything, but that didn't mean we'd play it 100% safe. It really wasn't any worse than what we were doing in the locker room or the pool, to be honest. So, I didn't complain about how things played out. I picked up the soap and started cleaning off.
"I gotta be honest with you, D. That blowjob was pretty fuckin' sweet."
Matt had picked up his own bar of soap and started washing up as he spoke to me.
"I mean, for it bein' so early in your cocksuckin' days, your skills are pretty solid. How long have you been thinkin' about suckin' dick?"
"Come on, Matt. I've never thought about it. Not until you brought it up. For real. Even since I started jackin' you off to help you control your bone in swim class, I never thought about giving you a blowjob."
"Huh. Ok. But, now that you've done it, and more than once, you seem to be gettin' into it. You didn't complain at all when you got on your knees out there, and you admitted you even liked it. I mean, it's like a given that your micro-dick stiffened up right away, but you got so horny you fingerbanged your own asshole until you sprayed your boy-jizz in sync with my heavy load slidin' down your throat."
My arm slowed to a stop, pausing with the bar of soap on my chest as Matt spoke about our recent ejaculations.
"Yeah... I don't really get it myself, Matt."
"Yes, you do, D. It's just new. But you're gettin' there. I got an idea, D. Since there really isn't any pretense between us anymore, I'm gonna let you soap me up proper. Here."
Matt handed me his bar of soap and moved a little closer. His back was still being sprayed under the shower head, but his wet torso was facing my direction, along with the rest of his muscled front half. I started soaping up his chest and abs. Somehow my connection to him felt much more intense now. This act of washing Matt's body was very personal, almost intimate. And... while I still felt like me, I knew I wasn't quite the same guy I was a few weeks ago. I got lost in my thoughts while Matt relaxed, occasionally moving about to give me full access to his tight bod. I was cleaning his back and moving further down his body when he stopped me.
"Easy there, D. I'll handle my ass. No man gets near my asshole, bro. That's off limits even to you, faggot."
"But I was just..."
"Nah, no worries. Just don't go thinkin' I like the same shit you do. I'm a real man. Better kiss on these guns so I know you remember who's in charge."
Matt flexed his biceps while I hesitantly moved closer and pressed my lips against his left, then his right for good measure. He really did have great arms, and his biceps seemed to be getting even bigger. I loved the way they looked when he flexed up.
"Good. Now let me return the favor. Assume the position."
Matt took the soap from my hand and turned me around, pushing me lightly towards the glass wall. I put my arms out and leaned forward, knowing this is the position my best friend meant. My ass facing him, back slightly bent forward. I felt him start to work the soap on my back, moving the bar across the back of my neck and shoulders. The suds cascaded down my back and slid over my cheeks and down my crack. Matt's hands soon followed and he guided the bar of soap over my butt. I don't know how to explain it, but it just felt right to have his firm hands on my ass.
I felt Matt move closer, wrapping his arms around to soap up my chest. He was pressed against me from behind now. All of him. Chest to back, cock to ass. His head was on my shoulder as he spoke into my ear.
"That's it, buddy. You're feelin' the same way I am. This is just the way it's meant to be, right? You bent forward letting me run my hands all over your tight little body while my thick dick snakes its way between those fat ass cheeks, huh bro. Yeah. I love wrapping my muscles around you. Owning you. Turning you out. Bringing out that inner faggot you've kept hidden all these years. Hidden from everyone but me, Danny. I've known exactly who you are. I know you love this. I know your asshole is just burning for it at this point. Yeah, that little hole is on fire, isn't it? It's aching... waiting... It wants to come out, too, buddy. Just like you. That little hole wants to show what a real pussy it can be."
I felt his thickening cock sliding between my cheeks, rubbing against my asshole as he spoke to me. His breath hot on the side of my face. I felt myself tensing up and relaxing, trying to cope with what he was doing to my body and mind. And he was right, too. Everything he said was right, and whatever he was doing to me was making my asshole twitch nonstop. Making it want to show his fuckin' meat what good a good pussy it could be.
"I know you're ready for what's next, little D. I know it. I know your pussy is ready for it, too. But we gotta do things right. We gotta focus on other things for now."
Slap! Slap! Matt pulled away and slapped my ass twice, and it felt like somehow he just gave me the worst case of blue balls. He put the soap away and stepped back behind me. He grabbed me with both hands and flipped me around, and pushed by back against the wall. He pressed up against me and again spoke softly into my ear as I felt his chubby meat grind against my fully hard prick.
"We gotta focus on your cocksucking skills, Danny. That's what we're supposed to be doin' this weekend, right? It's gonna be great. You know how we've always said how great it would be to watch a game while we're gettin' our cocks sucked? Well, today's the day, bro. The game starts in 10 minutes and we're gonna spend the next 3 hours on football and blowjobs. I'll handle the football, and you'll handle the blowjob. Not exactly the way we pictured it all these years, I know, but we're both gonna love it, I'm sure. Your microdick is doin' the talking for you, bud. Fuuuuuck... it's gonna be god damn-great!"
He thrust his hips into me when he said that and then turned around and walked out of the shower. He grabbed a couple of towels and threw one back at me, shaking me out of my stupor. As we dried off and headed back into the room, Matt turned on the TV to the end of the pre-game show and pulled a couple of sports drinks out of the micro fridge. He set one down on the table next to the chair, and put the other one on the floor near his feet. As he sat down, he spread his legs wide and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Ok, dude. Let's get this suck-a-thon started, D. If you wanna grab a pillow from the bed that's cool with me, bro. You're gonna be on your knees between these thick jock thighs for at least the first half of the game, bro."
I picked up one of the pillows and tossed it down on the floor before I knelt once again in front of Matt. He was in full man-spread mode as I settled in between his muscular legs. After the shower I could barely smell his musk, but it still filled my nose with his sweet masculine scent. I think I've come to appreciate the smell of my best bud. The smell of his stacked body and what he carries between his legs, in particular. It drew me in. The smell of his manhood drew me in closer to his heavy, flaccid cock and his endlessly cum-churning balls.
I could hear the game kick off behind me and it reminded me that Matt and I did joke around before about how hot it would be to get a girl to suck us off while we watched a game. The idea that a girl would blow us while we weren't really paying attention to her was a real fantasy. Just chillin' and takin' in the game with a bud while feeling a mouth on your dick... yeah. Just the best. While I reached my tongue out and licked the tip of Matt's heavy hangin' dick, it really sank in that I was becoming the girl in our fantasy. Matt would enjoy watchin' the game while feeling a wet mouth on his grade-A, all-American teen jock meat.
"Mmmm... that's it buddy. There's no need to rush here. We got all the time in the world for you to slow-suck my fat cock, dude. We're gonna train you up good while I relax. Play with the head while I stiffen up. Watch how my foreskin slowly rolls itself back as my massive bone fills out. Lick the tip, D. Lick the tip of my dick nice and easy. Just lick the head until I'm all the way boned, bro."
I did take my time. I was mesmerized just watching Matt's man-sized cock expand in front of my eyes. He told me to lick the mushroom head of his bone as the foreskin peeled back, and I did just that. I flicked the head, gradually taking longer, slower licks from the underside of his head over the piss slit. I placed my hands on his thick thighs and just lapped away at the juicy tip of his bone. It amazed me how quickly he started to leak that sweet fuckin' pre-cum, which I eagerly licked up with each swipe of my tongue.
"Good boy, Danny. Nice and slow. Now let me feel your cocksucking lips - just on the head. Just make out with the head of my hard cock. I wanna feel your juicy lips on just the puffy head of my man-meat. Lips and tongue kissin' all over my head."
I did what Matt asked. I was getting to know what he really liked when it came to having his cock worked over. I got closer to his nine-inch beast and placed my lips around the slick head, truly kissing his cock like he suggested. I felt my lips gliding over his tasty dome, enveloping it while my tongue continued to stroke the underside and catch the pre-nut flowing out of his piss slit. Something good must have happened on the screen behind me, because I heard the crowd cheer.
"FUCK YEAH! That was such an awesome fuckin' play, man!"
As Matt yelled out above me, his legs tensed up and I felt them sort of close around the sides of my face, squeezing my head a bit. He quickly released as he calmed down a bit following the play. I did everything I could to avoid my teeth scraping against the warhead lodged between my lips, and thankfully didn't have an issue. I resumed my make out session with my buddy's knob and got back into rhythm.
It was hard to tell how much time passed. Matt was doing exactly what we'd always planned: watching the game and paying very little attention to me. Eventually I felt his hand on the back of my head, applying some pressure and pushing me down onto his shaft. I spread my mouth wide to accommodate his cock as I was guided about half way down Matt's long pole. Since I felt him pull his hand back off of my head, I stopped there and started bobbing up and down.
"Woah, buddy. I know you're an eager faggot who wants to taste my sweet fuckin' jock nut, but what'd I say? We got plenty of time and I want you to keep up the slow pace. Trust me, when I finally bust after having you edge my cock for so long, your mouth is gonna be flooded with jizz, Danny. So just go nice and slow on the top half of my cock. And it's about time we add your jack off hand to the mix. Wrap your hand around the base of my cock and start strokin' your bro's thick dick while you suck it. Make me happy, Danny. Good faggots make their men happy. You've been doin' such an awesome job lettin' me relax and watch this game while you suck me off. Keep it up, faggot. Keep learnin' what I like."
I immediately slowed down my cock-sucking speed. I took hold of Matt's manhood with my right hand while I slowly sucked on the top half of his steeled-up rod. It didn't take me too long to notice that the stream of Matt's pre-cum seemed to be pumping out a bit faster, generating more of his clear fluid for me to hastily swallow.
God, I felt like such a slut in this moment. I was really loving this extended suck-scene Matt setup for us. I was absolutely an eager faggot like he described. And even while I still felt some bit of superficial male instinct telling me I shouldn't let my best friend call me a faggot, that I shouldn't let him fill my mouth with his throbbing manhood, that I shouldn't nurse the juicy pre- that is flowing into my willing mouth... It didn't bother me like it would have just a short time ago. I didn't really care that much about any of it, because ultimately, my little boy-prick was stiff as a board. My nose was filled with the scent of Matt's sweaty teen dick. My hand was enjoying the sensation of being wrapped around a real man's cock, way bigger than my own tiny pecker. My eyes were soaking in the view of Matt's trimmed pubes leading to his washboard abs and muscled chest. My mind overtaken with envy, admiration, and satisfaction as I heard my best friend moan above me.
"Mmmm... yeah Danny. Oh yeah, slut. Suck that dick. Keep goin'. Start twistin' your hand and mouth around that big bat you're swingin' on right now."
I knew just what he wanted. I've seen that technique in plenty of pornos and did my best to replicate it.
"Yeah, bitch. Fuckin' perfect technique. Remember this right here. This is how I want you to suck this cock. Keep at it, little D. Keep goin'. Make sure you get that my thick shaft nice 'n sloppy, bro. Keep that spit comin' outta your mouth so it's good 'n sloppy, faggot."
I did my best to coat his member with more fluid from my full mouth. It was definitely easier to keep up the stroke with my hand when his cock was wet, anyway. I kept sucking on Matt's incredible cock like this for a while. My mouth was definitely getting tired, but his moans and the taste of cock kept me motivated. I noticed at one point that he was on his phone. It looked like he was scrolling IG or something. He really was just ignoring me while he enjoyed the game, his phone, whatever.
At one point I watched him throw his head back and groan while I felt him use his free hand to push me further down on his cock and keep me in place for a bit.
"Fuuuuuck, faggot. That's the god-damn spot, slut! You really are chasin' that nut, huh?"
He let go of my head and I eased back on his cock, resuming my rhythm. I got lost in his dick, and eventually the game broke for half-time.
"Ok, Danny. Time for a break. You've done a great job, buddy. Why don't you hydrate while I go take a piss."
I slowly let go of my buddy's massive meat and eased back on my legs to stand up. I picked up the bottle he set out and started to sip while Matt lifted himself up from the chair he'd been glued to for the last 90 minutes. I watched him walk towards the bathroom with his cock still hard as hell, and his ass flexing with each step. I was kinda curious how he was gonna piss with his cock as hard as it was and I moved closer to the bathroom door to take a peek.
Turns out Matt just walked into the shower and let his piss fly free straight out of the top of his boner, spraying the shower floor tile and a bit of the glass wall. I stepped back into the bedroom and heard him quickly turn the shower on and off for cleanup.
My studly best friend sauntered back into the bedroom buck naked with his still-stiff cock leading the way. Damn, I really was getting hooked on his dick. I didn't even try to look anywhere else.
"Ok, D. For the second half we're gonna move up to the bed. It's about time we got into some real face-fucking. Get your faggot ass over here on your back, and lay your head back over the edge."
It was the first time since our suckfest started that I felt a pang of fear and nervousness. Matt fucking my face meant that he would be in complete control. He would determine how deep his cock would go, when I could breathe, how fast he'd pump away at my mouth.
"Um, Matt? Do you think we could just keep doin' what we were doin'? I gotta say, I'm a little nervous about you... fucking my face, man. I know how worked up you get and I just... I just don't know."
"Dude. Don't worry about it. You'll be fine. And every faggot needs to get his face fucked at some point. It comes with the territory. Just get on the bed."
"But, like what if I choke on your big dick, bro? You could literally suffocate me with that man meat if you aren't careful. I just don't know if it's like, the best decision or whatever."
"You don't know if it's the best decision, Danny? Well, that's why you have me, right? Who do you always ask for advice about girls?"
"...you..."
"Right. Who decides what we're gonna do when we hang out?"
"... You do..."
"Who plans our workouts to build up these ripped teen bods?"
"You, Matt."
"That's right. So, no matter what we're doin', I seem to make the decisions in this friendship. So if I tell you I want you to suck me off on your knees, or suck me off in the shower, or fuckin' suck my dick with your head hangin' off my bed, you're gonna do it just like anything else I decide for us. Right?"
Fuck, why did Matt have to just put it out there like that? And why was he right all the goddamn time. And why did I feel myself starting to comply with his demand? I did as he said and got on my back on the bed, head hanging slightly off the edge. We were positioned sideways on the bed so that Matt could keep watching the game while he plugged my mouth with his huge fuckpole.
"Thaaaat's it, buddy. Slide closer to me a bit. There you go. We need to get the right angle, little bro. Perfect. Now open up. Just like that, yeah. Niiice... slidin' this dick right into your throat, Danny. Nice 'n slow. Let me in. Nice 'n deep in that cocksucker throat. In and out. Niiiice... I love seeing my massive wang making that bulge in your neck."
I felt my best friend pump his throbbing manhood into my mouth, over my tongue, and into my throat... then pull out and push all 9 inches back in. Over and over I felt my throat expand to accommodate his thick dick while his balls slapped against my nose and eyes. I struggled to hold my mouth open wide enough while my senses were overwhelmed by the smell of his cum-churning balls, the thrust of his inflated cock, the feel of his masculine hand on my neck as he got off on feeling his own cock through my skin.
I began to zone out a bit as I began to relax on the bed while Matt used my mouth and throat like a fucking fleshlight. I inhaled his scent and somehow felt a warm rush of satisfaction as he fucked my mouth. I was enjoying this. I liked how good he was feeling and that it was because of me. I mean, he was calling the shots and he was the one actually doing the work at the moment, but I was the one that was actually getting him off. I could feel my own hard prick waving in the air, stiff as hell, while Matt plugged my mouth full of his hooded cock.
Matt got into a groove and fucked my throat like this for a while, having turned his attention back to the game while his hips moved on autopilot. When the action on the screen was good, he'd thrust faster or harder, sometimes plunging all the way in and burying his dong down my gullet for 5 or 10 seconds. A few times he slapped the side of my face and laughed about a big play. Eventually it was time to try another position. I felt Matt pull out and I felt my face get wet with the drool that he pulled out of my mouth along with his dick.
"That was some good fuckin' throat, man. Shit. Ok, I need to sit for a while. I gave myself a workout pumpin' this cock so hard in your mouth, D."
As I took some long overdue deep breaths, I felt Matt get on the bed with me. I pulled my head up and saw he had his back against his headboard, with his muscled legs spread in front of him. His towering cock was shiny and wet, covered in my saliva.
"Ok, Danny. Come over here and plant your pretty-boy faggot face on my dripping wet dick. I'm gonna pull your head down on it while I pump my joystick right up into your mouth."
I maneuvered myself between Matt's legs and felt him grip my hair as he pulled my head down over his shiny dome.
"I want you to focus on your lips, dude. Kinda tighten them up as I pull my rod outta your mouth. Let me feel those lips holdin' on to my fat fucker as I slip out. Now, when I push back in, puff up those homo lips. Push them out and make them puffy like the lips on a real pussy... let me circle the head of my cock around your lips just like a real pussy and then... fuck... yeah... right into your eager mouth, faggot."
I did my best to do what he asked. I was learning there were a lot of ways to use my mouth to get my buddy off. We kind of slow played it for a while, with him pulling out fully so he could feel my puffed-up lips each time. When he wanted to, he'd grab onto my head and fuck his wet cock up into my mouth for a while, before letting out a sigh or grown and releasing me to handle my own face-fucking without his help. He'd tell me what was happening on the screen from time to time, almost making it feel like we were just two buds enjoying the game... but not quite.
He'd been letting me set the pace on his cock for a bit when I heard his phone vibrating. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled my face down on his cock, burying me in his trimmed pubes. That's when I heard it.
"Hey, baby."
He fuckin' answered the phone while I had a face full of his dick. And while I didn't think it was possible, I felt his cock stiffen up even more while he was balls deep in my mouth. I tried to back off, but my bud kept my head held firmly in place while he chatted on the phone.
"Nah, I'm just chillin' here with Danny. We're watchin' the game, babe. What are you up to?"
I continued to try and pull back, but Matt set the phone on his shoulder and kept it in place against his ear while he moved his other hand to the back of my head. He started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, hard. And fast.
"Yeah, babe. I'd love that, too. Mmm... yeah... you know I'd rather have you here swingin' on my cock than just messin' around with Danny."
I can't believe this was happening. He was face-fucking me while he was on the phone with his girl. What was he thinking?
"Aww, baby... uh... don't worry about it. Me and Danny talk shit in front of each other... all the time. He's used to hearin' this shit. It ain't the first... time he's heard me talkin' about gettin' my cock sucked 'n fucked."
I could hear Matt struggling to keep himself calm on the phone while he was rapidly pounding his boned-up dick in and out of my mouth. He was having a hard time getting the words out. I can't even imagine trying to do that. He really was a fucking stud.
"Hold on, baby. Danny needs me for a sec."
Matt set the phone down, yanked my face away from his cock and manhandled me until I was on my back. He leaned down close to my face before he picked the phone back up.
"I am so fuckin' hot right now, Danny. You've been a good faggot for me all afternoon and now I'm gonna reward you. I'm gonna fuck my cock into your pussy mouth until I bust my nut, and you're gonna get to swallow all my delicious ball cream, buddy. And it's gonna happen while I talk with my girl, right now."
Before I could react, Matt had positioned himself right over my face while I laid there on my back. He pointed his cock down at my mouth and thrust his hips forward. He leaned down on one arm and grabbed his phone with the other. He was literally fucking himself down into my mouth while picking up the conversation with Jenny.
"Ok, babe... I'm back. Yeah so like I was sayin'... I wish you were here right now. You know how bad I want to make love to you, baby. You're so sexy, baby. Fuck..."
I couldn't believe this was happening. Matt was fucking my face and having phone sex with Jenny, and I'm just here, chokin' down his meat. Taking it.
"Come on, baby. Tell me... is your pussy wet for me, babe? Tell me... how wet you are for me... Play with your pussy... I don't ... I don't care what else you're doing."
Matt continued to pound his cock into my open mouth. How was he doing this? I feel like I'd be out of my mind if I was fucking into a mouth and trying to carry on a conversation with someone else on the phone. I couldn't really make sense of everything as I had to focus on keeping my teeth off his wide dick, his pace making it really hard to think about much else.
"Are you doin' it, babe? Are you fingering yourself while we talk? Yeah... I am so hot for you, babe. Finger your pussy... pretend I'm pounding... long-dicking your pretty pink pussy."
I could feel his balls were starting to tighten up as they smacked my face over and over. His cock was filling out, expanding to its limit as it prepared to blast Matt's hot seed from its tip. He said how hot he was and after a couple hours of edging himself with my mouth, and now having phone sex while fucking my face... Matt was going to feed me a massive load really soon. And I was ready for it.
"Mmm... baby. Yeah, suck my dick now, baby. Yeah, you know how much... I love it... fuck, Jenny... what? What do you mean?"
Matt stopped thrusting. His hips steadied and I took the opportunity to gulp down all of the pre-fuck he'd been pumping into my mouth.
"No baby... you can't leave me like this, so you'll be late. Come on... Jenn-"
What a fuckin' cocktease. She hung up on him, apparently having to go somewhere and she must not have been nearly as worked up as my best bud, or she'd never have stopped in the middle of their... conversation. Matt dropped the phone and pulled out of my hungry mouth.
"FUCK! What a fuckin' slut! I was two minutes away from the best fuckin' nut of my life and she hangs up on me. You know how fuckin' incredible it was to talk with her while I fucked your warm fuckin' faggot mouth? Well, fuck it. It's time I got my nut regardless. Let's go, bud. Over there."
Matt gestured to where his floor length mirror stood, and he practically pushed me off the bed to send me in that direction. I made my way and turned around to see my stacked buddy, glistening with sweat from using my mouth like a fucktoy, with his fat bone pointing straight at me, wet with my spit. Matt pressed on my shoulders and as I knelt down he gazed into the mirror, standing tall. He eyed up his own ripped body as he began fucking my face once again. His boner penetrated my lips and he began grinding his massive cock into my open mouth while he pulled my head into his crotch with each thrust. Matt's eyes continued down the length of the mirror as he made me savor every inch of his jock dick until he got to the reflection of my ass.
I felt Matt slow for only a second before I realized he was lowering himself to the ground, one knee at a time, pulling my head along with him and keeping my mouth full of bro dick. Matt was now on his knees feeding me the length of his cock while I was forced to balance myself on all fours. This gave him a better view of my fat ass. Keeping one hand on my head, the other reached back to my big butt and slapped it.
Smack! Smack!
I felt him pull my head tight against his lower abs, deep-dicking my throat again as he slapped my but.
"That's fuckin' it, boy. Deep throat my cock while I slap that fat fuckin' butt. You're the best fuckin' friend, man. That slut Jenny doesn't understand how a teen jock like me needs to get off. Fuckin' NEEDS to, every god-damn day. But you do. You get it, D. You understand how bad my balls ache when they're too full of cum, bro. You understand how a horny man's cock gets so hard it hurts. You don't fuckin' disappoint, do you faggot? You get what I'm sayin'. You get what I need."
Smack! Smack!
Matt slapped my ass again while he continued the fuck into my wet mouth.
"That's right. See when I slap your ass I can see that little boy pussy of yours tighten up in the mirror.. and then relax again. That makes it a little easier for a man to slip his fingers in..."
FUCK! I felt Matt slide his middle finger into my asshole... my pussy... and got it felt good. I felt myself choke down all 9 inches of Matt's monster again, filling up my own throat with cock while he pressed into my pussy with a second finger.
"Uhhhh....mmmmmmgh...."
I could hear myself moaning all over my buddy's cock.
"Oh, FUCK yeah, FAGGOT! You do your best fuckin' work on my hard fuckin' bone when you have somethin' inside that little pussy, don't you! Fuckin' SLUT for your best friend's cock. A REAL MAN's cock. And you've been suckin' on it for hours like a pro, D. Fuckin' little bitch for my COCK, huh? Yeah... fuckin' A! Suck that FUCKIN' cock, Danny. Suck... Suck... Suck... SUCK... SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT FUCKIN' DICK while I finger fuck you. Right here in my room. Our sleep overs sure as shit look different now, don't they. Bet you're glad my 'rents are out for the night or they'd hear me turnin' you out, boy. They'd walk right in here and see you gettin' fucked like a faggot slut. But it's all good, little buddy. SUCK THAT DICK hard. Get your fuckin' prize."
My god I couldn't even stop myself if I tried. If his parents had walked in, I'd have kept sucking Matt's fuckin' dick right in front of them. It wasn't even an option for me to stop until I tasted his fuckin' creamy cum.
"I'm almost ready, D. I'm so close now... on edge like I was before with Jenny. What a slut. Look how fuckin' hot I am in that mirror. I'm a fuckin' alpha and she doesn't know what the hell to do with me. But you do, little D. You know. You know how to worship me like I deserve. You know how to SUCK my fuckin' COCK like it's your job. You'll never leave me with blue balls, will you buddy? FUCK no you won't. You'll suck my cock all night if I want. You'll let me empty these nuts on your faggot face, or in your faggot mouth, or across your FAT ASS, faggot! FUCK! SUCK THAT COCK AND EAT ALL THIS FUCKIN' CUM, FAGGOT!"
Danny was so loud I could only pray his parents really were out of the house. As he told me what to do with his cum and reiterated what a faggot I really was, he thrust his bone hard into my throat, pulled my head hard into his crotch, and pulled the rest of my body towards him with the two fingers he had buried deep in my pussy. I nearly blacked out. I could barely taste the half gallon of cum that Matt pumped directly into my throat while I fuckin' came hands free all over the floor beneath me. Pump... pump... pump... the creamy proof of his manhood was being blasted into my throat. My body shook in euphoria as this teen god emptied his unending load of hot jizz into my belly while I sprayed my salty juice from my untouched prick. My pussy gripped his fingers so tight it was a struggle for him to pull them out as he simultaneously pulled a few inches of cock from my throat so I could taste the last several pumps of his cock snot on my tongue.
As Matt finished emptying the last of his jock juice on my tongue, I sucked every drop I could get from the tip of his man-sized dick.
"Oh my god, man. Holy shit, that was good! Danny... I swear to god you know how to take a dick, bro. You really fuckin' listened today. If I didn't know better I'd swear you took notes or had a fuckin' cheat sheet or somethin'. Fuck. You sucked my cock for hours, bud. Fuckin' faggots, man. You sure can suck dick."
Matt pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped it across my flushed face several times while he spoke. I know he meant his words as a twisted compliment... at least, I think so... and that's how I took them. At this point, there's no denying my thirst for his dick, or for his cum. I'll suck him anytime... anywhere. Well... I mean maybe not anywhere, but you know, I like suckin' his dick. That's all I'm sayin'.
"What the fuck, Danny? Did you really shoot on my carpet, man?"
I had rolled on my back and Matt saw the rug was wet.
"I... yeah... I couldn't help it. I... came... when you did."
"HA! Of course you did, homo. I told you that pussy of yours is somethin' else. One touch and you cream your little panties, faggot. You better clean that up before it stains. You can shower after, but you need to clean that shit up now."
Matt headed into the bathroom to hop in the shower while he left me to clean my own cum off the floor. I followed him into the bathroom to get the carpet spray and a rag, and wiped up my own mess easily. It's not like I ever sprayed as much or as thick as Matt, right?
We chilled the rest of the night. We both stayed naked after the shower, as it seemed easier when Matt felt the need to continue my education in sucking cock. I swear his balls are like Mary Pop's fuckin' magic carpet bag. There's a never-ending supply of his sticky seed available whenever he's ready to shoot it. And that night he shot another load in my mouth, one on my face, and one across my fat ass for good measure. And just like he said, I let him.
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