Tony and Richie had a band. I knew Richie through his brother Neal, who went to school with me. I was driving and offered to take the band to its gigs around the area. This got the eternal gratitude of both Richie and Tony and requests for personal transport at different times that had nothing to do with the band.
The rumors about me had persisted, because I had never dated. While the rumors didn't bother me because I was pretty comfortable with myself, I was never sure who knew what or just what was being said. Since I'd never done anything about my feelings for guys, it was no more than speculation.
Tony needed to go get a new pair of tennis shoes for basketball season and he'd asked me to take him one day after band practice. There was no sign that anything unusual was in play. By virtue of Neal I knew Richie way better than Tony because Tony was only on hand at band functions.
"Do you know what crabs look like?"
Tony was sitting in the passenger seat watching the traffic ahead of us and the question was out of the blue.
"Yeah, they're oblong and have pincers at either end and lots of legs. They are also good to eat."
"Very funny, Perry. I meant the kind you get from sex."
"Yes," I said, thinking it awkward.
"I think I got 'em," Tony advised.
"What makes you think so?"
"I itch down there and my balls are turning red. It's been getting worse the last few days."
"When's the last time you had sex?" I asked.
"Last weekend. It started the next day and it's getting worse."
"You tell Richie?" I asked.
"No! Why would I tell him?"
"I don't know. So he doesn't get them."
"I don't fuck, Richie," Tony said curtly.
"I didn't think you did. He might run across the same girl."
"Oh, yeah. I see your point. No, she doesn't know him."
"Will you look and see?" He asked. "I'm afraid to ask anyone else."
I was afraid to ask why he wasn't afraid to ask me, but that answer would come in time. Having the opportunity to examine the male groin was indeed appealing. Having someone like Tony wanting me to explore his was the chance of a lifetime for me. While I'd imagined feeling up any number of boys over the years, it was never a stud like Tony. He was, too, entirely caught up in the boy-girl thing to ever think he'd tolerate my hands on his....
"We'll need some privacy. It's hard to do in traffic," I advised.
"It won't be hard at all. I'm not like that," he said, making clear the perimeters before operation crab hunt began. "There isn't anyone home at my house. Let's go over there."
"The tennis shoes you wanted?"
"They can wait. This can't."
He lay on the bed in his room without taking off his shoes or baseball cap. He lifted his hips and pushed his pants down to mid-thigh and watched me looking down at his crotch.
"Don't you need to look in the hair? Don't they attach to the root?"
"Yeah," I said, thankful for the lead.
I sat down beside him and turned my attention to his dick and balls. He had more hair than I did, which wasn't much, but his balls were in a tight sac while mine hung down a ways. His pubic hair was black and mine was blond. I looked for a minute, unsure I wanted to commit to touching him there.
"Well, let's get it over with. Someone will come home sooner or later and I don't want them to start wondering," he argued.
I pushed my hands through his bushy hair, searching down to the root, looking for the unusual, maybe some little critter holding up a sign announcing, 'I'm a crab.'
"Well, check my dick and balls already. That's where they hide out."
"Oh, yeah," I said, feeling two distinct balls inside the sac, while I stalled on the dick deal.
"What am I going to do if I got 'em?" He quizzed, worry in his words.
"We go to the drug store and get you the cure for crabs."
"I can't go into a drugstore and tell someone I got the crabs."
"I'll do it," I said.
"You will?"
"I said I'd help you. I'll help you. I'll go into the drugstore and buy what we need."
"Okay," he said, relaxing and shoving his hands behind his head to watch the operation.
I pulled on his dick once I got a hold on it, wanting to see what it might do. I felt it with one hand while using my other to check between his legs and between his balls and dick. He moved his legs, co-operating with each move I made. I let my hand pull up until I held just the head between my thumb and forefinger and then pulled down in a most delicious way.
His movements were less in response to the crab search and more in response to what was rising in my hand. By the time I got my nose down close enough to smell his crotch, he hardened totally, and the longer it got the more tightly I held on to it, until it was throbbing in my fingers.
"Well," he finally said weakly.
"Yeah, they seem to be spreading between your legs," I advised, making it up as we went along.
I continued holding his dick and it was warm and as hard as mine ever got. I caressed his balls with my other hand and I noticed, there was no slack left in the sac as he continued watching my handiwork.
"Don't know why it's doing that."
"It's what they do. No big thing," I advised, not letting go and not really exploring any longer.
"Girls think it's plenty big," he said. "I make them squeal."
"Yeah, I bet you do. It's plenty big that way," I said, looking it over, as he became quite tolerant of my touch.
"I haven't jacked off today," he announced.
"Oh," I said, not sure how to respond.
"If you want to do something it's ready to rock and roll."
The invitation was like a slap in the face, except I recovered almost immediately. I guess holding his dick was an indication I might be interested in more. I certainly was in no hurry to let go of it, but I wasn't quite ready for more, and so I did let go."
"I'll do it myself if you don't," he said, taking up where I left off, feeling his dick in a much more sexual way than I had.
"We should get something for it before they start moving around. Sex gets them moving. Then you might want to lay off for a few days and give them a chance to die," I advised.
"I was beginning to think you just came up here to.... That sounds reasonable. Let's go," he said, raising his hips and yanking up his underwear and jeans. "You show me how to put it on and all?"
"Whatever you want," I said, putting the emphasis on him. Tony's attitude had changed. At first he seemed reluctant and almost embarrassed by the idea of what he wanted me to do. After a few minutes of examination, he had warmed up to the idea in more ways than one. Tony knew a guy I went to school with and I wasn't sure if I wanted to verify the rumors that had been in circulation, but having some kind of an experience with a guy like Tony did appeal to me.
Tony sat in the car and I went to the druggist, who took me out into the isles of the store. He rang up the sale without notifying anyone else of the purchase. He seemed pleased that I had come to him with this problem.
We drove back to Tony's in silence. When he pushed down his pants, he was already hard and I sat on the commode, after reading the directions, waiting to apply the medication. I held his dick tightly in my fist and I felt him giving it slight humps as I applied the clear liquid to his entire crotch area. The only time he flinched was when I squeezed his dick and ran my fingers up his ass crack, coating it completely and taking my time.
"That's that," I said, screwing the top back on.
"You going to explain what I should do?" He asked.
"I'll come by tomorrow and we'll comb it out and see if we need to put on more," I said, as he stood with his erection pointed at my lips.
"I could use a hand here. It won't go down until I cum."
"Or a mouth," I said in a moment of realization as he stood fast.
"That would be awesome. I'm really horny."
"You need to wait. The more activity you engage in, the more they'll move around. We don't want them on your head or under your arms," I explained, watching him whence.
"How long do I have to wait?"
"We'll see tomorrow. If things are looking good I'll see what I can do for you."
"I'd love a blowjob right now," he said solemnly, knowing it wasn't going to happen.
"You sound like a man with a lot of experience," I said, lifting his jeans up and tucking his dick inside as I pushed them toward his waist.
"Not so much with that. Fucking is more my style. I've had a couple of blowjobs. They're cool."
When I knocked on his door the next afternoon, Tony answered wearing only his white briefs. I noticed a substantial bulging in them. Tony was all smiles as he led the way upstairs, taking them two at a time. His underwear was on the floor around his ankles, when I got to the bathroom, carrying the bottle I had taken with me.
Once again he stood with his erection close to my lips as he watched my face.
"Turn around. Let's check the backside first," I said.
This time Tony turned, bent at the waist, and spread his ass cheeks wide apart. I used my first two fingers and rubbed them across the rough ridges of his hole, reaching around him to grab his hardon, as I poked him firmly.
"Not going to happen there, dude. You can blow me but that's virgin territory."
"Oh," I said, feeling his dick twitch as I rubbed firmly.
"You look pretty good back here. Let's see your nuts."
He turned around, being careful not to dislodge my hand from his dick. I held it up at an angle to check underneath.
"How'm I doin' down there, dude?"
"Quite well. This thing is growing," I said, squeezing as he flinched with sensitivity.
"Yeah, well, be careful. I ain't cum in three days. Won't take but a lick or two. Girls won't eat no cum. You been warned if you decide to suck it. Don't want to piss you off."
"Is that what you want?" I asked.
"If you don't say I got to wait another day. I'm dying here, dude."
"Me, too," I said without really practicing the words.
"Hey, that ain't part of the deal. I don't suck dick, dude. I might give some consideration to fucking a guy up the butt in a pinch, but I ain't putting no dick in my mouth."
I let my lips move onto the dick. The head was warm and moist. It seemed fleshy when my lips slid onto it. There was a certain amount of swelling that spread my jaws further a part. My tongue did a slow motion move across his pee hole.
He held his hips rigid, even when I moved my hand back into the crack of his ass. Pressing my index fingertip firmly on his tight hole, he couldn't dislodge it without dislodging his dickhead. He seemed reluctant to do that, but there was a certain posture that indicated my finger wasn't as welcome a presence to him as it was for me.
I used more of my tongue but found my teeth got in the way if I tried anything more stimulating.
He stood fast, breathing in shallow gasps as one of his hands found the back of my head and tried to pull me onto his shaft. I was still fascinated by the many textures, the heat, and the boldness of the head that seemed to respond to anything I did.
"You want me to cum in your mouth or do I pull it out?"
I wasn't falling for that one. I started to suck, figuring people were called cock suckers for a reason. I pretended this was a salty all day sucker I'd come upon quite innocently, and now I intended to suck all the flavor out before the true owner could object.
"Okay, then, but the first one won't take long."
First one, I thought. I was more than a year older than he was, and anyone was a lot for me, and he spoke of first one, indicating there were more after that. I decided a little poke with my finger would quiet him down some, and so my index finger became a probe.
I expected the flinch, but not the breakthrough, as my finger slipped in through the tight ring, which grabbed a hold to stop any further progress. I waited for a protestation over my illegal entry, but what I got was a grunt, a grown, and a gasp, while his hips pushed forward, while it seemed like his ass was trying to wiggle free of the digital burglar.
I'm sure I took the bait, biting way more solidly than I expected I could, and a scorching stream of liquid struck the back of my mouth, followed quickly by a second and a moan that filled the bathroom with lusty noise. There was one more solid squirt and no way to get the dick out of my mouth without biting it off, and it was far, too, lovely for such a move as that.
I felt him shaking as his ass yielded up all the access my finger wanted and my mouth had some weird idea that it could suck my finger if I got far enough down on his dick. Of course it was all an illusion that was quite impossible, even if all the elements seemed to be directed toward that pursuit.
My finger seemed to be all that was holding him up. His legs were seriously bent as he leaned backward, panting like a panther, letting me do as I liked as he regrouped.
"Wow," he said. "That was something else."
"What else?" I asked, unable to move my finger without risking him falling on his back, but spitting out his now limp rod to allow polite conversation.
"That was awesome."
"Yes, it was. It's bitter but not, too, bitter," I said, reflecting on the taste.
"You didn't know how it tastes?" he said, regaining control.
"No, not until a minute ago. No doubt about the taste now."
"I thought you.... I thought you knew about stuff like that?"
"No, I've never sucked anyone before."
"You mean I'm the first guy you blew?"
"Yes, you are."
"Man, don't be blowing me once you get experienced at it."
"You don't?"
"No way. That was as good as it gets. If you get better at it I could give up pussy for a mouth like yours."
"Well thank you," I said, thinking it a compliment, but having dreamt of this moment for so long that the idea wasn't new.
"You don't need to mention the part about you fingering my ass," he said, concern in his voice.
"What makes you think I'm going to say anything?"
"I don't know. To convince other guys to let you blow them?"
"Wasn't my idea, Tony. An appealing idea for sure, but all yours. I would never ask a guy like you."
"What's wrong with me?" he asked, fishing behind the toilet for the underwear that got away in the heat of battle.
"Wrong with you? Not a thing. You got a good body, you're handsome as all get out, and you got a whale of a dick in your jeans. You can get about any girl you want, Tony. Why would you want to do it with me?"
"Cause I needed a blow. You were available. I never expected it to be like that. I always heard you blew."
"We both got surprised," I said, and he smiled.
Tony wasn't finished surprising me as I fairied his band band around town. Tony couldn't forget what we'd done and I never intended to. Some firsts are worthy of remembering.
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